Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Get Me Drunk ❯ Get Me Drunk ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Get Me Drunk!

Author: Ballroom Blitz

Rating: R - NC-17

Pairing(s): Keith/Jou

Spoilers: Jou's still da bitch in my fics!

Disclaimer: That was my blunt!!!!!!

Summary: Things don't always go as planned for Bandit Keith. Sometimes they're better than planned! And sometimes at Five in the morning, this authoress edits the story only one. I can't read it again because I wrote. Why did I write? It's an early b-day gift to meself. So Nyah Nah!! ;)~

The blond sat there, devouring fork full, after spoon full of food. He was starving, though one would think it was the first decent meal he had in god knew how long. Then again he was always starving as it was just his way. No one knew why he ate the way he did, not that anyone really cared. And his lack of table manners, unless it was cafeteria food in school, made him one to be avoided unless you wanted to lose a limb. So it was no wonder he was Sitting at a table alone and wolfing down at least two thousand yen* in food.

In fact he was so involved in his dinner that he didn't notice someone sitting across from him till that person cleared their throat to gain the starved blonds attention. "What's wrong someone starve you to death dweeb?"

Joey looked up, a scowl on his face as he stared at the blond with shades. He was a bit more clean-shaven than the last time they met up. Same leather vest jacket with a blue shirt, the same stars and color bandana, boots, wrist bands. The only difference from the time at Duelist Kingdom and now was he had shaved, actually look like he bathed and he was in a blue shirt and not a red one. Joey growled out around a mouth full of food. "What do you want Keith?"

"I was just coming in to grab a bite to eat." Keith returned as he kicked back a bit, ignoring Joey's death glare. "But then I saw you and figured you just ate the kitchen leaving nothing for the rest of us."

"'ey Keith, if I ate all the food, why don't you go somewhere else." Joey returned, being to caught off guard to think of much else. He flagged the waitress down for the check. "If you'll excuse yourself Keith, I'd like to finish eating."

Keith chuckled though he didn't make a move to leave. The waitress came over with the check and put it face down on the table between the two. Before Joey could even grab it, Keith snatched it up. "Whoa, that's a lota Yen!" Keith exclaimed as his glasses went caddy corner on his face, revealing one of his wide eyes. "You ate this much?"

"Shut it Keith and give me my check!" Joey tried to snatch it but Keith was quicker as he drew it back.

Keith waved the check in his hand as he smiled. "I'll pay for it. After all I can afford it without having to wash dishes."

This of course left Joey confused as Keith went to pay for it over at the register. He even spent a few moments flirting while Joey finished up his meals. Joey, being the nice guy he is, stacked his plates up so the busboy could just pick up the three stacks and take them too the kitchen.

"Jeez dweeb, do you wash your own dishes too?" Said Keith upon his return. The older blond had lipstick on the side of his face along with a to go cup of coffee.

"Jeez Keith, can't you keep your make up straight?" Joey asked as he got up, heading towards the door. This left Keith to stand there wiping at his cheek before he realized Joey was half way to the door.

"Hey dweeb, wait up!" Keith caught up to the younger man. Joey just glanced at him as they walked out the door. Keith being the first to speak. "So what are you doing now?"

"I was going to go to the arcade, but Maybe not." Joey looked at Keith who was walking next to him, taking sips from his coffee. "Why, what's it to you?"

"Just curious. There's a party going on downtown and I thought you might want to go." Keith responded with a wry smirk, watching the blond from behind his dark shades. "But I'm sure a kid like you wouldn't want to go to a man's party. Better to stick with the kiddie games."

"What's that suppose to mean?" Joey growled out in return as he paused in the middle of the side walk, which thankfully was currently deserted.

"What does it sound like twerp. I'm offering you the chance to come and hang with the big boys." Keith smirked, sneered his answer. It was a challenge to the blond, and they both knew it. Keith was challenging him as a man. "Don't tell me you don't have the nerve to hang with real men."

"I've hung with realer men than you Keith." Joey returned as he stared up at Keith. He knew something was up, but it was an open challenge. He shifted from foot to foot, he didn't want to be seen as a coward, but he didn't like the uneasy feeling he was getting. "What's the deal, why ask me. After all I kicked your cheating butt back at Duelist Kingdom! Why being suddenly all buddy buddy with me. What's really up Keith?"

"Hey, your a pretty cool kid, with lots of potential. Maybe I think you could learn something and teach some of these guys a thing or two." Keith returned as he started walking again. "But hey you don't have to come, you can just punk out like a dweeb."

"Forget you Keith. Let's go!" Joey said, knowing he was letting his temper get the better of him. He didn't care at that moment, he was out to prove he was a man. He didn't bother to ask if he could bring his friends, he knew Keith probably would have frown upon that. He didn't even know why he was agreeing to this insane idea. He shouldn't have been following Keith to the upper part of town.

But he did, and in the end they came to a fancy hotel. One ritzy place for that matter. Keith barely gave it any notice at all as they walked in. The bell hope greeted them and opened the door giving Joey a disdained look. Joey glared back and Keith sneered at him daring the Bellhop to say a word.

"Come on Joey, this way." Keith said as he lead the younger blond over to the elevators and pressed the button. They waited patiently as Joey gazed around the elaborate lobby. The place was plush that was for sure. The ding of the elevator pulled him out of his observations as the doors open. He and Keith entered it and Keith pressed for the top floor. "A friend of mine is throwing a party in one of the penthouses. So there's room to dance with the ladies."

"Hn. . ." Joey returned as the elevator came to a halt and the doors opened. Up the hall one could hear a party raging behind close doors. The guards greeted Keith and opened the doors for him, giving Joey a curious stare.

"He's with me." Keith said to the big black bouncer who was glaring down at the smaller blond.

"Sorry mister Keith. But no kids aloud in case of the authorities showing up." The man said in a deep voice.

"Come on. He's not a kid and you know I don't hang out with children." Keith returned with a smirk. The bouncer shook his head and stepped aside allowing them entrance. Keith and the bouncer exchanged words and a handshake that was probably laced with money. Once that was done Keith took Joey by the arm and lead him inside where there were people everywhere. And the women looked like cheap hookers and gold diggers. "I'll get you a drink. Wait here."

"Hey. . ." He was too late Keith was lost in the crowd. Joey rolled his eyes and looked around, deciding the couch looked like a nice place to park it. He sat down on the far end away from everyone else. Down at the other end some of the cheap hookers appeared to be snorting coke with some rich wanna be a pimp, white guy. He was laughing and snorting with them, and touching them in the most intimate of ways. It was more like groping than anything else.

"I see you found a place to sit." Keith jumped over the back of the couch and took a seat next to him. He handed Joey a drink that looked like a soda and smelled like whiskey. The younger blond took the drink without tasting it as Keith lit up a blunt. "You smoke."

"Who doesn't." Joey scoffed at the older man who got the smoke going. Keith hit it a few times then passed it to Joey who took it and hit. The two passed it back and forth before one of the hookers came over to Joey.

She smelled Like the perfume department at JC Penny's, looked like one of those old women from internet porn whose breast had feed fifty kids. She leaned down to Joey's level, squeezing her breast in an attempt to be seductive. "Hey sweetie, where's yer date at?"

"Sitting right by him." Keith responded with a smirk, saving the blond from being groped on by the hooker. The blond wench looked at him, then back to the boy who was glaring, then made a face at the both of them and left. Joey turned his attention to glare at Keith who smiled and shrugged with a stoned smirk. It was more goofy than anything, like all the smoke had gone to his head.

"Yeah, well now everyone will think your gay. And me as well." Joey grumbled taking a sip of his drink for the first time. A few well knowns came over and greeted Keith and talked to him. A few recognized Joey for who he was and greeted him as well, but over all it was just mingling and drug doing. In Joey's opinion the party was pretty lame. No real music, at least from his Point of View. No women so drunk they were dancing on the tables and stripping. No people trying to fight over hoes. Nothing. Joey leaned over to Keith. "Dude, this party blows."

"That bad hunh?" Keith smirked over at the blond who downed the rest of his drink. Keith just grinned. "And you didn't want to come."

"Wish I didn't." Joey muttered, finding the ceiling more interesting than anything else. He got off the couch and went to the bar, not bothering to tell Keith what he was doing. Joey approached the bar and stood there patiently for a moment till the bartender got to him.

"Can I get a bottle of some Tequila?" The bartender looked at him doubtfully and was about to say something when Keith slammed down some cash. Joey looked at Keith with a raised eyebrow, but the bartender took the money none the less and gave Joey a bottle. "Thanks Keith."

"No problem." Joey started drinking out of the bottle downing a good amount before he pulled it away from his mouth. Keith just watched the blond was a professional. Or just extremely stupid. But then again the boy didn't flinch with the taste as he drank it like water. "You might not want to do that. . ."

"Do what get drunk?" Joey said as he made way back over to the couch and sat down, Keith sitting on the arm next to him.

"You are going to be so sick." Keith returned as he watched Joey drink some more. The blond shrugged and grinned with a `We'll see', then turned back to being bored.

Little over half an hour later Joey had conned the DJ into playing something he could bust some moves too. It was something most of those there had never heard, but Joey had everyone's attention. He was fluid grace, sensual and energetic. And completely drunk as he moved. But damn was he good at it. His hips swayed with the beat, almost like he was fucking the music in the air, throwing his head back with an angelic look on his face. Some of the hookers tried to get him to dance, joining him whether he asked for them to or not. He would just dance away preferring to dance alone.

And Keith was captivated, and finding himself aroused by the blond who he was going to get drunk and beat within an inch of his young life. He now found he wanted to fuck the boy within an inch of his life and have Joey screaming and begging for more. He growled when he noticed one of the older men grabbed the drunk blond from the floor and pull the boy into a kiss. Joey on the other hand retaliated with by kneeing him where it counts and walking away.

"Dis is too much fun!" Came Joey's slurred words as he stumbled over to Keith and the older blond had to hold up the younger one. "Ya kno' Keith, you ain't all that bad. Brough' me to a great party. Got me drunk. You to good to me!" Joey squealed as he hugged a shocked Keith, Joey's leg pressing into his arousal as the blond crushed their bodies together.

Keith groaned, but he was quick to recover. "Come on, let's get you some place safer." Joey nodded into his neck and Keith carried a stumbling Joey along. The bouncer looked at Joey who winked at the big black man with a grin.

"Great party! You guys be careful!" Joey waved at them as Keith pulled him along. They Bid them to be safe as Keith pulled the boy into the elevator next to him. Joey was leaning on him the whole elevator ride down. Thankfully the lobby was empty and Keith dragged the boy out to his car and put the blond in on the passenger side.

"Damn, what am I going to do with you, you stupid punk." Keith continued to mutter as he walked around to get on the other side. Once he got them underway he looked over to Joey, the blond had his head thrown over the back of the seat, his eyes were heavily lidded in a drunken stupor and his mouth was open as he panted for breath and a sheen of sweat glistened on his milky skin. Keith groaned as he turned his attention to driving. He decided he was taking the boy home with him. Law be damned. The little punk was just too sexy for his own good.

Keith floored it back to his apartment, dodging cars, the occasional pedestrian or animal in the road, and running every red light only to barely avoid being hit. Joey groaned or muttered something in his drunken stupor, falling into Keith and leaning on the older man. Keith looked down at the boy who was using his shoulder as a pillow. He looked beautiful. Then Joey looked up at him with those golden eyes that were glazed over. "I don' feel so good. Could you pull over before it's too late?"

Keith didn't need anymore of a warning and pulled over. Joey sat up, opened the door and hung out it hurling his guts up in the gutter. The blond made a few pained noises in between the hurling noises. Keith, after putting the car in park, leaned over and rubbed Joey's back. He briefly wondered what Joey's skin would feel like under his hands, would it be as hot as the heat that radiated through his clothing or not. He had to restrain himself for a moment, then Joey was finished doing his business. "You ok dweeb?"

"Neva betta." Joey said as he spat out the nasty left over taste out of his mouth. Keith pulled Joey back in the car, then reached across the boy to slam the door shut. Joey moaned as his head lolled on the headrest. Keith sat back up in the drivers seat and looked at his passenger. With a sigh Keith put the car back in drive and took off back down the road.

Joey on the hand leaned onto him again, making a few content sounds as he did so. Keith smirked and using one hand to drive, wrapped his other arm about the boy and held onto him. Joey didn't complain, as he was either too out of it to protest or just didn't care, Keith didn't know. Not that he would have cared. Soon enough, but not soon enough for Keith, the apartments came into View. And Keith flew into a parking spot by his building.

He got out, then retrieved the blond and drug him to the front door. Keith opened the door to his town house and dragged Joey inside, dropping the boy to the linoleum as he closed the door. Joey groaned and attempted to crawl further inside the place, complaining the bed was cold. Keith sighed and proceeded to remove his own shoes and vest. He even took off his shades and sat them on the same table that he sat his keys and wallet on. "Come on I have to get your shoes off."

"Me Shoes?" Joey rolled over onto his back and looked up at Keith with a drunken expression. Keith's mouth was suddenly very dry as he gazed down at Joey. With one leg lifted up slightly and tilted as if he was opening his legs in offering, his shirt shoved up slightly to show a teasing amount of skin, that look on his face that made it look like he had just gotten out of a make out session and was ready for the rest of it.

"Yes, your shoes." Let's not forget the rest of your clothes too! Keith thought to himself as he bent down and pulled Joey's shoes off, while he ignored a problem with his rebellious limb. Joey moaned as he settled in the floor, as if he could go no further. Keith gazed at the boy a moment. Debating. He sighed and held out a hand to Joey. "Come on, let's get you to bed."

"Okay." Joey took the proffered hand, but instead of getting up, he and Keith ended up in a heap on the floor with Joey laughing. "You were suppose' to help me up! Not join me!"

Keith looked down at the laughing blond, his face flushed as he smiled up at the older man. Keith had landed right on top of him, their bodies pressed together. Joey took a breather and gazed up at Keith with an innocent expression, as if he didn't understand why Keith hadn't got off of him yet. Keith bent his head down and captured Joey's mouth in a kiss, sucking at his full lips, wanting to taste the boy beneath him. He couldn't stand it any longer. He wanted Joey!

Joey was in shock as he didn't move to approve or shove Keith away. He was just staring in wide-eyed shock. Keith would have smiled if he his mouth weren't so occupied, so instead he flicked his tongue out to caress those rosy lips. That got him a reaction, though not quite what he wanted. Joey started struggling, attempting to push Keith off of him. Keith pulled away and grabbed Joey's hands and pinning them above the boy's head. "Damn it."

"What the hell ya think ya doing?" Joey continued to struggle, and Keith moaned at the feeling as he rubbed against his arousal unintentionally. That stopped Joey real fast and left the younger blond staring up at Bandit Keith with wide eyes.

"What does it look like I'm doing dweeb?" Keith whispered huskily as he leaned down to ravish Joey's neck. Joey whimpered in fear and that aroused Keith even more. He liked this feeling of dominance over the smaller boy. Overpowering the little punk and instilling fear upon him. Knowing he created that terrorized gaze as Joey strained to get free from him.

Joey on the other hand, he wanted away from the pervert. He didn't know what to do other than fight and struggle and that just turned Keith on more. And his body was rebelling against him! Responding to the elder man's touches as Keith's free hand wondered under his shirt to play one of his nipples while his mouth found a sensitive spot on his neck. "Uhn. . . Stop . . Please Keith . . Ah. . ."

Keith trailed his hand down to Joey's waist to grab his crotch. The smaller boy moaned and arched up into the touch silently pleading for more. Keith smirked and whispered breathily into the blonds' ear as he stroked him through the rough material of his pants. "You sure don't feel like you want me to stop."

"My body. . uh .. . Don't liste. .n to me!" Joey tried to get out without sound like he was approving this behavior. Boy did he fail that mission as he made sounds that were definitely approving. Keith started to rub him harder and he almost lost his mind, forgetting that he was being dominated by a supposed enemy here.

"Good." Keith responded as He pulled Joey into another heated kiss, snaking his tongue into the Boy's mouth. Joey whimpered that ended as a moan. And with Joey occupied this gave Keith enough time to get Joey's pants open. Joey gasped when Keith snuck his hand inside, fondling the boy's hardened cock.

"Mnnn......" Joey moaned into the kiss as Keith stroked him, fleeting pleasures dancing up his spine and knotting in his stomach with such a skilled touch. Joey used his own tongue to battle with Keith's as he unconsciously started thrusting up into the hand stoking him. Joey broke the kiss and arched up as the older blond rubbed his fingers lightly over his nut sac. "Oh gawd!"

"Not god, Keith." And you'll be screaming it soon enough, he thought to himself as he removed his hand. Then Joey's pants were practically Ripped off as Keith removed them. Joey yelled, then remembering what was happening started struggling again. "Stop fighting!"

"No I don't want this! You're seducing me!" Joey tried to cover himself with his legs as he fought to try and get away. He was still feeling quite a bit of the effects of the alcohol he had drunk earlier, and after being sick he was too weak to fight back as much as he would have. "Please don't do this Keith. Please!"

Joey was looking up at him with pleading eyes, tears spilling down the side of his face creating silvery trails. Such tempting lure to just take him, and pound him into the cold hard linoleum. Keith moaned as he pushed Joey's shirt up, over his head to help tie his arms up, thoroughly in the sleeves. "Don't worry, you'll enjoy it."

Keith leaned down and licked at one of the rosy nipples that graced the boy's pale chest. At first Joey just squirmed slightly, then he started moaning as Keith teased him, sucking hard on the sensitive flesh, making it wet and hot before pulling a way to blow cold air on it. Joey made a noise at that and Keith treated the other the same.

Joey in the mean time was fighting with himself. It felt good. But it was wrong. He didn't want it. But he did want it. He wanted Keith to stop! He wanted more of what Keith was giving him. He continued to struggle weakly as tears flowed down his face. He was in turmoil and enjoying it.

Keith abandoned holding Joey's hands and trailed down the lithe body with his mouth. He licked at the smooth planes of Joey's stomach, swirling his tongue in and out of the boy's navel. Joey still moved about but this time it was for different reasons, as he squirmed wantonly, moaning with desire for more.

Keith licked and nipped around Joey's pelvic area, receiving whimpers of need as he avoided the one area that truly needed it. He sucked on the smaller boy's smooth thighs, licking at the sensitive flesh and nipping lightly.

"Keith. . !" Joey lamented as wiggled where he was. Now he didn't want to leave, even if he tried he wouldn't get far. He had a vague idea of what he wanted. He wanted release. "Keith, please... Un. . . I need. . . I need release!"

"Ask Nicely." Keith breathed out, causing Joey to moan as his warm breath flowed over his need in a pleasurable mockery of a caress.

"Please Keith! Please! Let me Cum! Please!!" Joey sobbed out as he fought with his shirt that bound his hands. He felt he could explode any moment if he didn't get satisfaction. Despite the fact he wasn't sure if he wanted this or not. Well he wanted it physically, just not in. . . Thinking takes up too much effort right now.

Keith licked at the underside of the Boy's straining arousal and causing him to cry out. Keith smirked as he kissed and licked at the tip, listening to the boy's pleas for more. After a moment or so of teasing the smaller squirming blond, Keith took pity on him. Taking just the tip of Joey's hardened member in his mouth to tease him. Joey cried out and tried bucking up into his mouth to get more but Keith held him down.

"Keith You bastard! Uh!" Joe cried out as he struggled to get more pleasure. But Keith was too strong, and Joey was too tired to put up much more of a fight. He laid there moaning and crying out as he brought his bound hands to Keith's head. "Un. .! Please!"

Keith obliged him slowly. Taking Joey's hardness into his mouth a little more at a time and ignoring the hands that pressured him to go further. He teased the smaller boy mercilessly with his mouth, licking at the soft skin of Jou's hardness. He enjoyed the sounds he ripped from the other boy's throat, the pleas of release, it was all turning him on painfully so. Keith deep throated Joey' length causing the young man to scream and make some unique noises.

"AHH! Keith! I'm Gonna!! I can't!!" Jou thrashed about on the floor in the grasp of his captor. He felt his climax fast approaching and couldn't hold it at bay no matter how hard he tried. In fact his words made Keith redouble his efforts and Joey couldn't take it any more. He screamed as he released, white fire flashing behind his eyes. He arched into the hot mouth that forced him into such a pleasurable state, words he couldn't understand falling from his lips as he unconsciously wrapped his legs about Keith's shoulders, riding the pleasure for all he was worth. "Oh Keith, yes, that was so good. . ."

Keith continued to clean up the blond for a moment, who was sweet and salty, an odd combination. When he was done he looked up at the sweat covered and prone figure of Joey. His eyes were closed, his mouth opened as he panted for breath, sweat socked locks clinging to his heated and flushed skin. Keith murmured as he ran his hands up Joey's sides to his chest. "So fucking sexy like that."

"Uhn. . ." Joey responded to Keith's touch, opening his eyes to look at the elder man. His eyes were glazed over with a hazy sort of exhausted contentment. He gazed up at Keith who was removing his own shirt. Jou started paying rapt attention to Keith, his eyes sliding over Keith's exposed chest. He was well muscled, definitely not one to get in a fight with, with a few scars and a smattering of blond hair to grace his smooth planes. "No. . . too tired. . ."

"Oh no you don't!" Keith exclaimed as he grabbed Joey who started to edge away. Keith picked him up and carried him up stairs to the bed room.

"No Keith. . ." Joey whimpered as he struggled feebly, he was just too tired. And After that orgasm! "Please Let me rest."

"Hey I got you off, it's my turn now." Keith said as he walked through the door, throwing Joey on the bed. Joey glared up at Keith as he removed the rest of his clothes. He smirked as the blonds eyes went wide trailing over his body to stop at his waist. And he swallowed visibly as he gazed up at him. "What?"

Joey shook his head as a now naked, muscled bound Bandit Keith crawled onto the bed. Keith smirked and untied the sleeves of Joey's shirt from around his wrists, removing it to throw it to some lost forgotten corner. Then taking the smaller blonds face in his hands, he pulled him into a kiss. Joey rested his hands on Keith's chest, engaged in a tongue war he didn't have the strength to try and win.

"Stay here." Keith jumped up and off the bed and went into the bathroom leaving Joey on the bed. Joey just curled up on his side, laying there resting, almost falling asleep. A moment later Keith emerged, but Joey wouldn't have noticed as his eyes were closed. Keith smirked as he approached the blond, raising a hand to let it fall hard on the boy's arse. "Wake up punk!"

Joey yelped and jumped up against the headboard, staring at Keith and rubbing his rump. "That Hurt!"

"As intended." Keith smirked as he climbed onto the bed and flipped Joey onto his stomach. He was now laying across the bed, and as he tried to get up, Keith just held him down. "Nope you ain't going no where."

"Let me up you Jerk!" Joey wailed as he tried to get up, but after a moment of struggling he gave up. He glanced over his shoulder when he heard a popping noise. Keith had a bottle of something in his hand. "Umm... What are you doing?"

"What do you think?" Keith said as he poured some of the sweet smelling liquid on top his fingers, dropping a lot of it onto Joey's bottom. The smaller blond yelped at the feel of the cold liquid sliding over his heated skin and down the crevice of his bottom.

"You're not going to do that are you!?" Joey exclaimed as he tried to get away again. This just caused the bigger man to hold him in place with his leg even more firmly. "No! Don't!"

"Stop complaining!" Keith said as he took his now well-oiled fingers and prodded at Jou's entrance. The smaller boy started crying and Pleading again. Without penetrating Joe's entrance he circled the tips of his fingers around the tight ring of muscle, leaning down to murmur to the boy, after removing his leg from the others back. "Relax, it'll be alright."

"Stop. . ." Joey pleaded as Keith nuzzled him, the elder blonds' hand circling his throat to ensure his obedience. He tried his best to relax, but he couldn't relax completely despite the soothing words coming from the elder man. He whimpered when he felt pressure at his opening, Keith's finger sliding in. It was uncomfortable and it stung slightly. "Un...No..."

"Shh, you'll like it soon enough." Keith said as he nibbled on the blonds exposed neck, working his finger in and out a few times before adding another. Joey didn't like that and tried to bolt off the bed, but Keith held him resolutely, squeezing the smaller boy's throat in warning. He continued to pump his fingers within the struggling boy till Joey yelped and bucked back against his hand. Keith smirked as he continued to stretch and please the boy at the same time.

Joey didn't know what the hell that was, but he wanted more damn it. And Keith gave it to him. Joey moaned and bucked against those invading digits. Soon enough he was moaning wantonly and practically impaling himself on Keith's invading digits. He was lost in the pleasurable feeling and again he was rock hard as he went to slam back onto those fingers. Only to discover them pulling away and out of his body. He whimpered at the loss.

"Don't worry." Keith stroked Joey's Back with one hand (And not only was it hot, it was smooth and soft, just like the rest of his body.), readying to enter the boy's lithe form with his other hand on Joey's hip. "It's not over yet." Keith smirked as he pressed into Joey's opening, forcing himself beyond the tight ring of muscle that clamped down around him. Joey arched up and cried out as he was forced to take Keith, who continued hanging onto both his hips so he wouldn't try and get away.

"Stop!! It hurts!" Joey was openly crying now, tears streaming down his face in crystal rivulets of his pain as he was torn in two. It was too much for him to bear and he was sorely wishing it over! After an eternity of pain, it ceased as Keith could enter him no further. They stayed that way a moment, with Keith raining kisses along his neck and shoulders. Soon the pain subsided to just being a dull uncomfortable pain.

"See it'll be alright." Keith said as he pulled out a little, then back in. Joey grunted as Keith started to do this over and over again. And Joey was tight; putting all the women Keith had been with to shame. He grunted and groaned in true male fashion as he slammed repeatedly into Joey's tight sheath. The feeling of being surround by that encasing, wet heat was sheer bliss. Keith shifting just a bit, every now and then to get something else out of Joey other than pained little whimpers and groans.

For Joey though it was a bit less pleasing at the moment. He was being torn up from the inside everytime Keith shifted, pulled out or slammed back into him. He was biting his lip to keep from screaming in pain. Then he cried out, slamming back to meet Keith's invading member as colorful pleasure danced through his veins. He cried out again as Keith slammed into his prostate. Okay, so now it was worth it.

Keith continued to slam into him over and over again, until Joey was crying again, but only for different reasons. Keith shoved Joey's head down, keeping his bottom in the air so he could pound into it, his target being hit everytime. He unrelentingly rammed into Joey, almost knocking him off the bed, the only thing keeping the boy on it was Keith's hands on his hips. Which would leave bruises in the morning. But they didn't care about that at the moment. All they cared about was the pleasure they got from one another.

Joey used one hand to hold onto the edge of the bed, the other he used to start stroking himself. He cried out as he started touching himself, his hands stroking his turgid flesh. He met each of the elder man's thrusts and stroked himself in time with them. His release wasn't far away and from the sounds of it neither was Keith's. In fact since he grabbed himself he could feel his release building up and unable to hold it back any longer, He screamed a wordless cry as he spilt his seed upon the bed. Tensing up and stroking himself as his spent up passions spilled forth from his cock onto Keith's sheets. Still the elder blond did not relent from his assault.

Keith growled as Joey clamped down around him, only spurring him on harder and faster. He could feel his climax building up, not wanting to stop, wanting this to last for a long time. He forced his length in and out of Joey, causing the blond to cry out each and every time. Joey was sobbing into the sheets on the edge of the bed and Keith couldn't hold back any longer. He moaned, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from getting any louder as he spilled his essence within the boy below him. A few more thrusts and he had emptied seed deep within the young man who was as limp as a rag doll.

"You alive?" Keith asked as he pulled out of the boy, who fell limply to the bed.

"Hn. . ." Was Joey's only response as he refused to move. He was spent. He wasn't moving. He was going to sleep.

"Come on, get into bed before you pass out." Keith said as he pulled the blond back up onto the bed. He removed the soiled comforter, by tossing it to the floor, and pulled the sheet up around Joey. Joey was passed out before Keith had even gotten him settled in. Keith shook his head and walked over to the door and flicked the lights off before returning to bed and crawling in. He sighed as he settled down in the bed and pulled the boy into his arms. He could be content like this. For tonight at least. Tomorrow, there would be hell.

* IS about 20 American dollars?? I think ....... I forget.

"Did I just use the word crotch??" O_o

"And she just used the word cock!" Jou screams in shock.

"If she uses the word ass it's no more fanfictions for her." Seth responds dryly.

"Cut of her fanfictions she just used Turgid!" Seto return says as he reads over her shoulder.

"I'm never doing another fanfiction so long as I live." Keith walks out the door, strangely draging Jou with him.