Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Contrast: Blue ❯ Preaching to the Perverted ( Chapter 8 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

(WARNING: This chapter contains mature themes, so remember that this is an "R" rated work, and don't get mad at me if you are appalled by what you read.)

CHAPTER EIGHT: Preaching to the Perverted

As soon as Jounouchi entered his apartment, he was utterly surprised to see his father leaning against the wall that separated the living room from the kitchen.

"Hey…yer not drunk yet or nothin'," Jounouchi greeted as he kicked off his shoes.

"Don't get smart-assed with me, boy. I just got off the phone with yer guidance counselor."

*Fuck. That fucker Tsuruoka probably made some shit up to really get my ass in trouble.* Jounouchi bared his teeth. "Look, it was just a fight-"

Jounouchi's father slammed his fist onto the wall. "Damnit, boy! I don't ask too much from ya. All I ask is that you go to school, and don't screw up. An' by `don't screw up', that means don't get yer ass suspended!"

"Funny, I don't recall a time when you were _sober_ enough to tell me not to fuck up!" Jounouchi snapped. "Besides, I can get back on Monday, so it's not even long-term or nothin'."

"I oughta look into putting ya under house arrest until ya learn to behave," the elder Jounouchi threatened. "Yer cuttin' up in yer classes when ya bother to show up to `em and yer grades are a joke. I ain't havin' ya wind up fuckin' up yer future `cause yer fuckin' around in school, boy!"

Jounouchi picked up his briefcase. "You know, that's fine that you want to lecture me on this, `dad', but I ain't takin' this shit from someone who's a half-assed lousy excuse for a parent!"

Jounouchi's father appeared as though he was going to commit an act of violence due to the teen's defiance, but instead he threw his arms into the air. "Boy, if I knew you were gonna be this much o' a problem, I'd have left you with Chiaki and taken Shizuka with me instead o' you."

"Oh, because I'm _sure_ you'd be an even better parent to her than ya have been with me!" Jounouchi fumed as he stormed towards his bedroom. "Stop fuckin' blaming shit on me, and take a good damn look at yerself because it was your alcohol problem and your gamblin' problem that drove mom and Shizuka away in the first place! And when you realize all that an' take some responsibility like a man should, then maybe I'll start regardin' you as my father!"

Before his father could even make a reply, Jounouchi slammed his door with enough force to knock down a couple of framed portraits that hung on a wall that was across from Jounouchi's door. Fed up, his father shook his head and headed for the kitchen to grab a beer.

Jounouchi flopped onto his bed, heaving a frustrated sigh at the same time. His eyes glanced outside of the window, staring at the sky as the colours were changing from its daytime sky blue into its nighttime colour of midnight blue, with hues of orange and yellow in between the transition.

*All this sudden talk about _my_ future. First I get lectured by July, and then "dad" decides to give me some shit on how I'm "fucking up" my future. Don't get why everyone's so worried `bout me. I can take care of myself, in my own way. I don't mind havin' to fight to survive. My classroom's on the streets, not in some stuffy school full of asshole teachers. I wish people would stop givin' me shit about my choices…*

He then turned his amber eyes away from the window, and sat up. Jounouchi reached for his green bedside lamp and pulled the small chain, giving life to the 60-watt bulb that laid inside. Afterwards, he pulled open a drawer, which contained various magazines adorned with the images of barely-clothed women in suggestive positions. Jounouchi smirked as he grabbed two of the magazines, along with a traveler's pack of Kleenex.

*May as well end try to end this shitty day on a good note.*

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Since he had arrived home from the safehouse early this morning, Seto had spent the entire day in his bedroom, claiming that he had not been feeling well. Based on that excuse, he had decided not to show up to school today, and he was unsure of whether he was going to bother to show up tomorrow.

Instead, he had been doing some work on his laptop from dawn and even through dusk-that is, he was supposed to be working on his laptop. However, he found that his thoughts were distracted from his work and instead were focused upon a subject that was entirely different-not to mention irrelevant-to the task he was trying to tend to.

The subject of this distraction was that of the dirty blond he had become so familiar to since he had begun his little game. At first, Seto tried to deny that he was even thinking about Jounouchi, especially considering what had happened between them during the previous night. However, he quickly realized that trying to force thoughts of Jounouchi from his mind had the opposite effect.

He thought about how Jounouchi looked in a wife-beater, the way the white article of clothing was so tight on his body that it outlined the shape of his abdominal muscles and pectorals-not to mention the dirty blond's nipples whenever there was the chance moment that they hardened.

He also thought about the way that dirty blond smiled, those lips making way to expose his straight teeth, the way his beautiful amber eyes shone as he smiled, and the way his dyed hair appeared all the more golden whenever he was smiling.

Then his thoughts wandered back to those muscles…and at that point, Seto couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't concentrate on his work so long as he thought about Jounouchi in the way he was currently thinking about him, and thus concluded that he would have to do something about it.

He took a deep breath, and reached for his nightstand drawer, opening it and removing a moderately-sized white handkerchief from the interior of the drawer, and laid it to his left. He glanced at the clock, sighed as he lay back down on his bed, and glanced downwards at his midnight blue silk pajama pants. He finally took a deep breath and allowed his right hand to slowly wander downwards, down from his largely-sized chest to his slender and shapely torso and into his silk pants where the hand found what it had been searching for.

The brunet let out a deep moan as his fingers slowly stroked his length. His eyes were half-lidded in gratification and his teeth sank into his lower lip as his hand continuously worked its talent to bring pleasure to himself, his lurid thoughts of the vigorous amber-eyed blond further encouraging his act. His hand stroked faster and faster as his breathing became more ragged, and his left hand reached upwards pulling his midnight blue top with it to expose his impressively large chest, his pink nipples hardened with the desire and need for his touch.

His left hand obeyed, his fingers' cold touch tantalizing the small buds as they were pinched and caressed, furthering the brunet's feeling of pleasure. Voiceless cries of the name of the subject of his arousal escaped his lips as his right hand continued to pump his length, sending the teen into dizzying heights. He felt as though reality around him was melting away, giving way to something much more…something he could almost describe, until he finally felt the ecstasy of his release. He let out a shuddering, satisfied sigh as he sank back into the bed, his left hand resting on his chest while his right slowly withdrew from its playground.

Seto laid still on his bed for minutes, his mind reflecting upon the individual responsible for arousing him and his body still reveling with the newfound memory of his pleasing act. He slowly reached for his white handkerchief, wiping away the release from his hand and thighs, his longing for the day when he could be pleasured by the one in his thoughts rather than by himself becoming increasingly unbearable.

Jounouchi's lashes fluttered open, his tired amber eyes facing the digital display clock that laid upon his nightstand.

1:19 a.m.

Jounouchi groaned, holding a hand up to his forehead as if he had a headache, then quickly removed his hand to inspect it for any remains from his recent self-pleasuring activity before replacing it onto his forehead when he found nothing.

"Least I got _some_ sleep…" he managed to mutter to himself as he slowly closed his eyes.

"Well, don't count on getting any more tonight," purred a deep voice that was rich with innuendo.

"Wha-?" Jounouchi slowly glanced towards the front of his room in an effort to find out who spoke up. His eyes caught sight of a figure that stood in front of his bed. The figure that stood in front of him was dressed in a tight, black leather top. The top exposed the figure's shoulders; there was the glimmer of nickel-platted "D" rings at the base of each shoulder opening holding straps that hooked the sleeves to the "D" rings. The figure wore shimmering vinyl pants that were open on the sides, exposing the fine outlines of the figure's hips and outer thighs.

Jounouchi narrowed his amber eyes to get a better, more scrutinized look at the figure. The voice was familiar…could it be…?

*Oh my God.*

He then knew.

"OH MY GOD!!!"

He instantly reeled backwards, his back quickly slamming against the wooden headrest on his bed.

"What in the hell are ya doin' here, Hirano?" Jounouchi demanded hysterically as he pointed a shaking finger at the revealed Seto. "How in the hell did ya get in here? Damnit, I can't even sleep without you bothering me-"

Seto rested his hands on his hips; was it just Jounouchi's imagination, or were they thrust out more than usual? "Shhh…you should calm down."

Jounouchi bit his lip. "Yer here, in my room, dressed like ya just attended some bondage party, and I'm supposed to calm down?!" He took a pause to take in a deep breath. "Oh shit! Is this yer secret? Yer into that S&M stuff!"

A seductive smirk decorated Seto's lips. "I'm into anything you want me to be into."

Jounouchi raised a confused brow. "What? Anything I want ya to be into…whaddya mean?"

Seto slowly, sensually, sat upon the left-end side of the dirty blond's bed. "I'm here because you wanted me to be here."

"What?" Jounouchi was really confused now. "I didn't want ya here! I never asked ya to be here!"

"You're such a silly puppy," Seto sighed as he slowly crawled towards Jounouchi. "You're probably just a little afraid because this is your first experience."

"Just what are ya talkin' about? `First experience'? I have no damn idea as to what yer talkin' about; how did ya get in here…in fact, why're ya here in the first place?"

"I'm here because I want _that_." Seto's lithe finger pointed downwards, directly at the mound that had formed in Jounouchi's pants.

A look of absolute horror fell upon Jounouchi's face when he realized what the brunet was referring to. "Ya mean ya came here to cut if off?! Oh fuck; you _are_ out of your mind-"

Seto immediately placed an index finger over Jounouchi's lips, silencing the panicked cries from the dirty blond.

"I'm not here to cut you off." His lips formed into a wicked smile as he. "I'm here to _suck_ _you_ _off_."

At that instant, Jounouchi woke up and screamed, a magazine entitled "Oral Girls" sliding from his chest.

A loud thumping sound came from the wall on Jounouchi's left, followed by muffled shouting. "Boy! Quit yer shoutin' in there!"

Jounouchi fell back onto the bed, his eyes large.

At 7:15 a.m., the buzzer sounded on cue to signal that it was time to wake up. Jounouchi's fist slammed onto the "snooze" button, his eyes still widened and now bloodshot from the lack of sleep. He was surrounded by several of his "picture" magazines which he had been using in an attempt to "cleanse" his mind of the dream that occurred during the night.

It hadn't worked. The harder the dirty blond tried to purge the image from his mind by viewing the raunchy and lewd visuals in the magazines, the more he thought about the tall brunet in a similarly lewd fashion.

He was unsure of what to even make of the dream. Jounouchi tried to recall a time that he might have looked at another man and found him to be even the least bit attractive, but had recalled no such time ever occurring. Up until last night, any and every object of Jounouchi's fantasies and dreams were always of the fairer sex. What worried-and even scared-Jounouchi more was that the raunchy thoughts of his arrogant classmate were that of a wet dream. The dirty blond had experienced such before, but the difference this time was that it was for another man.

Jounouchi was also confused by something that he was told by Seto in his dream…that he was a little afraid because it was his "first experience". He was not sure what he meant by that. He immediately dismissed the implication that the brunet meant that Jounouchi was a virgin, because he knew that was erroneous. He bit his lip as he tried to search for the correct meaning.

A sudden, loud rapping sound startled Jounouchi back to reality, his eyes rolling downwards, removing the view of the ceiling to replace it with that of his door. He instantly sat up, eyes widened once again as he realized that his collection of pornography was in full plain view.

There was another rapping on the door. "Boy! Could you answer the door?"

Jounouchi hurriedly carried the pile over to his dresser, a few issues falling from of the pile as he did so. He faced the door as he opened the middle drawer. "In a sec, dad! I just woke up!"

Surprisingly, there was no response as Jounouchi snatched up the remaining magazines, throwing them into the drawer and kicking it shut before finally dashing up to the door and turning the knob, throwing the door open. Jounouchi's father frowned disapprovingly as he stared into the disorderly bedroom before looking directly at the dirty blond.

"Listen, boy…I gotta get on over to work. Now, just `cause yer on suspension, don't mean yer gonna sit around here…but yer a Jounouchi, so ya know that already…" He took a deep breath. "Jus' clean up yer room before ya finally get back to school, huh?"

Jounouchi nodded as he breathed a sigh of relief. "Yeah…no problem."

Jounouchi's father turned around and headed towards the hallway, but he suddenly muttered a swear as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small wad of money, and handed it to Jounouchi.

"Be sure to get some groceries with that money. Be sure you get enough to last fer a week. I'll be back sometime tonight, boy."

"Yeah; later…" Using his back, Jounouchi closed the wooden door, sliding down to the floor as he breathed a second sigh of relief. He leaned his head back against the wooden surface, his eyes slowly closing and a slight, sheepish smile forming on his lips.

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After taking a much-needed three-hour nap, Jounouchi headed out towards the nearest Tomato grocery store to take care of one of the two favours his father asked him to do, but not before visiting the nearest basketball court and playing a few games with the usual players there.

However; upon leaving the apartment, the dirty blond was disappointed when he was greeted by the sight of falling raindrops and people carrying umbrellas, so he retreated indoors to retrieve his own umbrella, his mood more downtrodden not because he couldn't play basketball today, but because he actually had to act like a responsible teenager today.

Save for the clerk and the shelves stocked with items, the store seemed vacant and it was definitely frigid; the eerie atmosphere sent chills down Jounouchi's spine as he inspected the store's selection of instant cup ramen for flavours he liked and was "pretty sure" that his dad liked to eat. He picked up one of the cups, his eyes squinting as he tried to make out the odd writing that made up the label. He sneered as he turned the package upside-down, and found a label that read "Product of Korea", which made sense as to why Jounouchi was unable to decipher the weird writing on the top side of the package. He tossed it into the shopping basket with the other ramen cups he picked out.

"Hey, `sup Jounouchi?"

Jounouchi was so startled by the sudden exclamation that he nearly dropped his basket. He turned around, shooting a glare that instantly turned into a sarcastic sneer.

"Higashi, you bastard…man, what're you up to `round here, huh?"

"Aw, just stocking up on some munchies. You know how that is," Higashi answered with a smile; an act that would be considered uncharacteristic of him to those who only knew by his stoic demeanor at the fights. He made sure to only show his true face amongst his closest more most trusted of friends.

Jounouchi grinned. "Man; if I weren't in enough hot water with the old man, I'd be ridin' the Mary Jane wagon with ya."

"Suspended again, huh?"

Jounouchi nodded as he looked over a bag of shrimp chips. "All I'm sayin' is that Ushio had it comin'. I tell ya, fuckin' authority…"

Higashi chuckled. "Well, it's all in good timing anyway, because I need to tell you something."

Jounouchi paused, turning his gaze to Higashi. "Whatta we got?"

Higashi sucked at his teeth. "Well, you remember last week's fight, when one of the Rintama Crashers showed up?"

"And got owned by that blond that has it in for me? Yeah."

"Well, word traveled fast to Hirutani, and he's calling you out."

Jounouchi smiled wickedly. "He's callin' _me_ out? Tch; he wouldn't last two punches against me, man."

"He's not looking for a fight."

"So what the hell does he want with me, then?"

"He just wants to see just how good you've gotten since you two last brawled. I honestly didn't want to tell you any of this, but at the same time I understand how important it is that you and Hirutani handle your business and get some closure."

Jounouchi tossed three bags of potato crisps into the basket. "In all honesty, I was hopin' he'd give up on me after I put him in the hospital."

"Rather naïve, don't you think?"

"Yeah. So when does he want me to do this, and where?"

"He says to be there tomorrow night, over at the abandoned warehouse in the Rintama district. Says it's going to be similar to the competitions you're used to participating in, but with much higher stakes."

Jounouchi nodded. "Alright. I'll show him just what I'm capable of…and when he sees just how good Jounouchi Katsuya is, he'll be too scared to even be in the same country me."

Carrying three plastic bags consisting of cup ramen, snacking chips, milk, and beef cups and his umbrella for the rain had stopped while he was inside of the store, Jounouchi hurriedly walked home, his adrenaline hitting an all-time high at the thoughts of facing his long-time nemesis and his emotions were a combination of anger and anticipation.

*Hirutani…ya really think ya have what it takes to defeat me this time?* He smiled, shaking his head. *Yer first mistake was overestimatin' yerself. Will you have learned from yer mistakes, I wonder? Or will you be makin' whole new ones? Won't know until we tangle again, I suppose.*

An unexpected ray of sunlight bathed Jounouchi in its luminosity and warmth, causing the dirty blond to look up and see that there were patches of azure in the dominantly gray sky. He smiled; it looked like he would have a chance for basketball after all. He looked away from the sky to glance over at a small park, and suddenly his feet stopped moving.

Sitting upon one of the benches was none other than Seto Hirano. He was wearing a long-sleeved white button-up shirt, black slacks that flared at the knee, and a pair of black-and-blue sneakers, which were a rather odd choice of footwear for the outfit. He sat there, his head lowered and eyes staring into his reflection in a puddle, and black cigarette resting between the index and middle fingers on his right hand. Jounouchi also noticed that he was soaking wet.

Jounouchi was unsure of whether he should approach Seto or simply continue on his way home. He certainly didn't want to bother the brunet but at the same time he was rather curious as to what he was doing out here in the first place. He swallowed as he casually approached Seto, hands still clutching grocery bags and thoughts in a flurry of interest over Seto's situation.

Seto looked up and over at the forthcoming dirty blond, his damp face expressionless.

Jounouchi stopped about a meter in front of the brunet, a smirk on his face and a thick dark brow arched high. He glanced downwards at Seto's moist shirt, noticing that parts of the material were of flesh-coloured patches. He quickly glanced upwards when he was certain that he saw a nipple through the cloth.

"Jounouchi," Seto stated acidly, looking over the blond with disgust.

Jounouchi made a slight pucker of his lips upon hearing the unwelcome greeting, but his smile soon returned. He placed the bags on the opposite side of the bench, but he remained standing. "Ya know Hirano, there comes a time when ya gotta know when to come in out of the rain."

"Thank you for that insightful piece of advice," Seto answered in a biting tone. "Is there a reason as to why you're bothering me?"

"Other than the fact that yer sittin' out here drippin' wet? Hrm. Nope! By the way," Jounouchi pointed towards Seto's right foot with this thumb. "How's yer foot doing?"

"I can walk on it. If you're just here to babble, then _you_ can just keep walking as I have no time to waste with you." Seto placed the black cylinder between his lips, his hands fumbling around his pants in hopes of finding his lighter. He grew increasingly frustrated when he found that he did not bring it with him, and promptly removed the cigarette from his fingers and replaced it into its package.

Jounouchi snickered at the brunet's failed attempt at finding his lighter. "Yer still mad at me about the other night, huh?"

Seto shot a glare unlike any Jounouchi had ever seen. "I believe I have every right to be. You threatened violence upon me."

Jounouchi nodded as he whistled uneasily. "Well, ya ain't getting' any argument from me. Shit; I wasn't even wasted or anythin'. Look; it's real hard for me to say this, especially to you, but…I'm sorry. I don't mean to get all pissed off and frustrated when things don't go over too well. I guess you could consider it a problem I have."

"You don't say."

Jounouchi flinched. "Ouch. I guess I really deserve your coldness this time. Well; I just wanted to let ya know that I'm bein' serious. I shouldn't have gone over the edge like I did, nor should I have said the things I said. Shit; I sound like I really am apologizing for bein' stupid on account of bein' drunk…"

Seto smiled as he shook his head. "And you tell _me_ that I'm the crazy one here, and yet you're standing before me, someone whom you regard as antagonistic, apologizing."

"Well, I figure that I gotta be a man about all this," Jounouchi said with a shrug. "Gotta take responsibility and all that. I dunno; I've been dealing with a lot of shit for the past twenty-four hours…I think it's finally gettin' to me."

"Is that why you aren't in school?"

"What? Naw; I got suspended for fighting." Jounouchi glared at Seto for a moment. "How come yer not in school?"

"I simply didn't feel like going today, and I may not go tomorrow, either."

"And yer parents ain't screamin' bloody murder over that?"

Seto bit his lip as he looked away from Jounouchi. Jounouchi's features softened and he hunched over slightly; he worried that he may have said the wrong thing.

Suddenly, Seto whipped his head in the direction of Jounouchi, strands of his damp hair moving with his motions. "My parents…don't even know that I'm skipping."

Jounouchi did not appear convinced by Seto's answer. "Huh…you just that damn good, huh?" He decided that delving deeper into the matter regarding the brunet's parents wouldn't be wise...

"Of course I am. Besides, I am at the top of the class, if not the entire school; so as long as I continue to bring home good grades, they're happy."

"Well, I'm suspended until Monday. If you think yer up to it, why not come back to school with me on Monday? We can give Chono a reason to really down her aspirin," Jounouchi invited with a mischievous grin.

"Are you asking me out on a date?" Seto asked with a yawn.

Jounouchi was instantly taken aback by the question. "What?"

Seto rolled his eyes. "I was being sarcastic, "swift"."

Jounouchi felt alleviated by the rather sardonic answer, if only temporary. "Oh. Right; I knew that."

"Hn." Seto looked away from the dirty blond, his arms clutching tightly to himself as a cold breeze caused the brunet to shiver. Suddenly, he felt something warm and weighty land on his head; Seto gingerly took hold of the unknown object, removing it from his head so he could properly identify it. The object was that of a large green leather jacket-the very same one that Jounouchi wore moments before. He looked over at the dirty blond, whose right hand remained extended.

Jounouchi chuckled. "Don't want you catchin' a cold, now. You can go ahead and borrow it for however long ya'd like."

"Jounouchi," Seto rasped, his eyes looking into his reflection into the small pool, "Just what do you hope to gain by acting this way towards me?"

Jounouchi looked up into the decreasingly cloudy sky as if the answers laid there. "Well," Jounouchi finally started as he looked down at Seto again, "I think I just figured it out. I think maybe if I act human around you, then maybe, _maybe_ you'll act the same way as well."

"How very optimistic of you," Seto flatly stated.

"Yeah; how very optim…opt…whatever ya said," Jounouchi replied obliviously as he grabbed his groceries. "I'll see you in school on Monday, Hirano."

As Jounouchi briskly departed, Seto remained seated on the bench, confused and yet curious about what could have possibly motivated the dirty blond to perform a metaphorical one-eighty. His grip tightened onto the green jacket as he inhaled its musk of cigarette smoke and what could only be identified by some kind of cheap cologne.

Suddenly, the brunet smiled rather coyly. "Alright, Jounouchi. Duel Second. Let's rock…"

END OF PART ONE: BAD GUY

AUTHOR'S NOTES

The introductory part of Contrast has been wrapped up…you've become acquainted with Jounouchi, you've only gotten a glimpse of Kaiba-from here on, you're going to be learning a lot more about these two, including more of their pasts and true motivations-and feelings. Part 2 starts with chapter nine…

Once again, Jounouchi and his father are at odds, but I wanted to show a side of Jounouchi's father that is not often shown, period. Despite the fact that Jounouchi's father is a negligent SOB, I believe he is also a man full of regret as he is the sole reason for breaking up the family due to his inability to deal with his personal problems, but is still incapable of putting his life back together, as is reflected by his daily activities. Many of you may disagree with my view on the elder Jounouchi, but I base him on my own dealings from my personal experiences. Thank you in advance for understanding.

As for Kaiba-he's horny as hell, plain and simple. I hope you didn't find his scene to be pointless as I included the scene to delve deeper into his rather puzzling persona. Considering how angry Jounouchi made him, it's a wonder why he would even be thinking about that boy in the first place.

Speaking of Jounouchi and his-ahem-dream, all I'm saying is that you should pretty much guess where this will wind up leading him, and that I hope you enjoy the ride. *wink* Regarding the meeting between the two, I had wanted to place the scene into Chapter 9, but I felt again that it would be too much of an interruption-so consider yourselves lucky. :D

Anyway, thank you again for taking the time to read Contrast and taking the time to leave a review. I hope you continue your support of this project.

P.S. Bonus toast goes to whoever can guess where the line "Duel second. Let's rock." is taken from! :D