Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ HOUNDS ❯ Just Roommates ( Chapter 7 )

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HOUNDS. Just Roommates.

~By Sweetdeily.

“Learn from the mistakes of others. You can't live long enough to make them all yourself.
~Unknown.”

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Jounouchi got home and smelt sex. Now, while Yami was indeed a whore, he made a habit of never bringing his work home, so when the delicate scent of come and sweat assaulted Jounouchi’s brain- he was vaguely worried.

“Yami?” Jounouchi called out, dumping his bags on the couch and going to the closed door. Thoughts of finding Yami tied down by a slightly less than trustworthy client raced through his brain- worse, he could faintly scent some sort of perfume that didn’t belong to Yami or himself.

“About goddamn time you got home!” Yami’s voice; a small scramble of feet and then the bedroom door opened and a naked Yami pulled Jounouchi inside.

Jounouchi squeaked as he was pressed up against the door and eaten from the mouth down. “We just did it this morning…”

“Yeah, so you should be recovered by now.” Yami muttered, viciously shredding the blonde’s shirt with a claw.

Yami was hard and covered in his own ejaculation. His clothing was scattered all over the floor haphazardly and the bed had the distinct ruffling of someone’s body tossing and squirming all over it. The were-tiger’s eyes were full and dilated. He reminded Jounouchi of a junkie. A sex junkie.

“Oh god, you took some fucking drug again, didn’t you?” Jounouchi observed. He wasn’t quite into it right then. Yami had a serious problem with these damn drugs. Catnip, alcohol, endorphins in general. It vaguely turned Jounouchi off- knowing that the tiger wasn’t interested because he was horny, but because he was doped up on drugs that made him horny.

“Goat weed. I think.” Yami muttered, sinking his teeth into Jounouchi’s neck and suckling on the flesh, his other hand wondered lower, slipping beneath the waistband of the blonde’s pants.

“Woah! Slow down.”

“No.” Yami growled, pulling the blonde away from the wall and tossing him on the bed.

It was the first time Jounouchi had ever seen Yami use the full extent on his strength. Hell, Jounouchi hadn’t known that Yami was this strong. He’d also never been tossed onto a bed so forcefully before. The blonde hit the bed with a thump, body arcing painfully and bad arm slapping against the covers with a resounding thump.

Jounouchi grunted, all the air knocked out of him.“Uhnn...”

This wasn’t turning him on; actually, it wasn’t helping at all.

Yami dive-bombed him, crawling up on top of his roommate and mewing huskily into Jounouchi’s ear. The whore pulled the blonde’s shoes and socks off like a madman, yanking so hard that Jounouchi did an enactment very much like a rag-doll.

“Dude! What the hell is up?” Jounouchi almost didn’t want the were-tiger to get too close to the family package- he wanted to keep it intact. His voice was a harsh rasp, as he tried to relearn how to breathe.

Yami shrugged violently, pulling Jounouchi’s pants off and tugging so hard in the process that Jounouchi ended up half off the bed.

And then the tricolored haired man found that Jounouchi’s erection needed some convincing.

“Oww! Shit, go easy on it!” Jounouchi scrambled around, trying to get away from Yami’s forceful hands.

“Well then get it up!”

“Not if you’re going to be like this with it!”

Yami yowled, actually yowled at him. It was a strange sound, since Yami’s control was impeccable.

Jounouchi backed up. “Hey! Calm the fuck down! You’re scaring me!”

“Do I have to do everything myself? Damnit!” Yami pounced, pinning Jounouchi’s hands above his head, not that it was hard; Jounouchi only had one good hand and he was trying not to fight with the other man.

And then there was the tail.

“Oh hell no! I said no half-morphs during sex!” Jounouchi wriggled his hips away from the furry appendage that came searching for his groin.

“Then stay still so I can use my hands.” Yami hissed.

Jounouchi felt a growl rising in his throat; he wasn’t getting into this at all. “I said no!”

Then there was a lot of hissing and barking.

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Bruce liked cats. He was one of those Labradors that didn’t growl when a cat hissed at him, and even let them share his basket. If he had a basket.

It was the cat upstairs, however, that Bruce didn’t like. That cat wasn’t like normal cats. For a start- it was massive.

And it had a tendency to rub up against him that he found oddly disturbing. He liked cats- but he didn’t like smelling like cats.

The cat upstairs, or the boy upstairs that was the cat- however that worked for Bruce- was fairly nice most of the time. He gave Bruce lots of attention. And gave him doggy treats if Bruce did tricks for him. But there was just something –wrong- with the cat-boy thing. For starters, it was a cat-boy thing. And sometimes it gave Bruce just a little too much attention.

Bruce preferred Mrs. Flan. She was nice and tended to jabber at him from time to time- like she thought he understood all those weird human barks. But the boy upstairs, the cat-boy upstairs didn’t speak much to Bruce. He usually locked Bruce in and didn’t let him out.

It was downright mean of him.

This time, however, Bruce found himself pawing at the door, as the big cat slowly came up behind him. The cat didn’t look like it normally did- there was something wild and desperate about it this time. It hissed at him and Bruce found that he was unusually angry with the big cat. He didn’t know why, but Bruce was in no mood to be scent-marked today.

He wanted to talk to Mrs. Flan.

The cat swiped at him and Bruce growled, baring his fangs.

More hissing and growling followed and they started to circle each other.

So it was a dominance thing, Bruce realized. The cat wanted him out of its territory. Well, Bruce went where he damn well wanted.

The cat swiped at him and it’s massive claws cut the side of his muzzle.

Bruce tripped on his bad leg and fell to the floor with a whimper.

The cat moved around him, waiting to see if he’d get back up.

Bruce growled low in his throat and struggled to four paws.

The room smelt like spring time. Sex and alpha’s in heat. Only not quite normal, because it was the smell of males, not females. And the strange plant that made him gag.

The cat hissed at him, Bruce snarled in reply.

Another swipe and Bruce swayed, tasting blood in his jaws. He licked furiously at his muzzle, growling low.

Whoomp! The Labrador leapt at the cat, going to bite for its flank.

The cat, roared and dug its claws into Bruce’s side.

Bruce found himself on the ground, cat-whiskers in his face as the cat hissed at him.

He growled once, and felt the claws slowly extend.

Alright, he conceded. With a whimper, he let his muzzle flop back to the ground, big brown eyes watching the cat as it sniffed at him once.

And then the cat began to do something incredibly indignant.

Bruce howled and scrambled out from under the species confused beast.

He barked at it and backed away slowly, not wanting to show the creature his behind now.

A miaow of a command.

Bruce kept his tail down, backing into something cool and slippery.

The big cat hissed at him again.

Bruce barked, trying to tell the cat that this was silly. It was a freak and he was a dog.

The cat either didn’t understand, or didn’t care. It got closer and hissed more, tail swaying above its head dangerously.

It jumped on him again, and this time it changed back into the weird cat-boy thing that it was sometimes.

“Just submit!”

Bruce barked at the creature and scratched at its arms. He didn’t need to know what it was saying- its tone wasn’t very good.

Perhaps, then, it was a good thing that someone knocked on the door.

Bruce ran for the door, wriggling under the outstretched arms of the crazy freak-cat and began pawing at the portal to freedom.

“Who the hell is it?” The cat boy called out.

“Someone to see you.” Came the response from the other side.

Bruce redoubled his efforts of digging a hole right through the door.

The cat-boy grumbled something and went into the sleeping room.

He came out wearing a pair of pants, trying to zip them up over his dripping erection painfully.

With a hiss he kneed Bruce out of the way and pressed up close to the door.

“That’d be fucking right.” He muttered.

Bruce barked at the cat, trying to get back to the door.

Giving up the cat opened the door and Bruce shot out, past the human on the other side and toward the stairs, he took them in leaps and bounds.

“He’s not here.” The cat boy was saying to the person on the other side.

“What was with that dog?”

“…”

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Jounouchi got back to the apartment pissed. It was almost midnight by the time he stormed up the steps, bare-butt naked. Like normal, he couldn’t remember much of what had happened between the change and his waking up in a back alley, talking real friendly to a bitch in heat.

“Yami!” He bellowed as he opened the door and slammed it behind him.

The were-tiger came running like a cat usually does- not the least bit sorry, and full of his own hot air. “About ti- Jesus fucking Christ; your face.”

Jounouchi stormed toward the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. “You fucking bastard, you didn’t have to mess me up that badly!”

His face was a mass of cuts, his arm had re-opened and his body was drenched in dried blood. He looked like something out of Frankenstein’s creation.

“I was high!”

“You were psychotic is what you were! Fucking hell Yami! When someone says no it’s end of the fucking discussion!”

“You just needed to be in the right mood!” The were-tiger argued. He was naked himself, but no longer sporting a throbbing erection between his legs. He’d probably been masturbating since the other therianthrope left.

Jounouchi rounded on his roommate. “You fucking attacked me! What the fuck was wrong with you?”

“I was horny!” Yami shot back defensively.

“Not like that you weren’t! You were off the fucking planet!”

“Well maybe I was nervous! I was kidnapped by fucking lock-jaws today!”

That slowed Jounouchi down. He paused, sniffing briefly to see if the cat was lying. There was no sign of it. “What?”

“Yugi fucking Moutoh!” Yami turned and walked back into the bedroom, beginning to strip the sheets from the bed.

“You’re fucking kidding.” Jounouchi stayed where he was.

“No.” Yami hissed.

And then the argument was back. “That’s still no reason to fucking molest me. We set this arrangement up so that it would be comfortable for the both of us, Yami!”

“Well then screw you and your stupidity!” Yami shot back hotly.

Jounouchi growled and slammed the bathroom door.

The blonde paced around for a few minutes before running the shower.

By the time he’d showered and cooled off, Yami was no longer in the bedroom. The sheets were fresh and the scent of Chinese take-away filled the apartment.

Jounouchi threw on an old shirt and peaked his head into the living room.

“Peking duck. Dumplings and fried rice.” Came the peace offering. Yami hated Chinese food- he claimed it was fake and none of it tasted like it did back in China. As a result, they rarely ate it.

Jounouchi took a whiff of air in and savored the taste of oil and fat. He lumbered into the room, fresh gauze around the wound in his arm and band-aids covering most of his face.

“What’cha watching?” The blonde indicated the movie pictures on the TV. The were-tiger had it on mute.

“Porn.”

Well that explained the mute. “What kind?”

“Heterosexual porn.”

The therianthrope did a raid of the food and came to sit on the couch. A human might of held the grudge longer. But Jounouchi didn’t hold grudges- it wasn’t productive.

The mute button came off and they watched the three men do the two girls, and then the two girls touched each other and got very excited and… “Yami…” Jounouchi murmured in a warning tone.

Yami had managed to curl himself around Jounouchi’s shoulder and was presently nibbling on the blonde’s ear. “I’ll suck you off.” The were-cat offered in a sweet whisper.

Jounouchi considered this. He put his empty bowl to one side and relaxed back in the seat. “You’re insatiable sometimes.”

Yami smiled and knelt in front of his roommate, pulling up the shirt to reveal just how much heterosexual porn turned Jounouchi on. “Seriously, man, you should try a girl sometimes.”

“They’re so… needy.” Besides, he had a were-tiger. That was probably just as good as any female would ever get. At least Yami would still watch football and drink beer with him. After that, what did a girl have to offer? Babies and credit card expenses.

But Yami didn’t say much more, he went to work with his expert mouth, slowly coaxing Jounouchi to close his eyes and rolling his tongue around the blonde’s head just the way he liked it.

By the time Jenny and Suzie were doing it doggy style, Yami was purring on Jounouchi’s lap, riding the toy he’d been trying to ride for the past few attempts and no one really cared if Jenny thought Brad was hung like a horse.

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Jounouchi woke stiff, sore and irritated. Yami had been doing that strange snoring that was halfway between snoring and purring, and the were-tiger kept humping his hip during the night.

He had sex on the brain, it seemed. Most nights Yami was fine- sure, he was a little horny- but were-felines always seemed horny to Jounouchi.

At first, Jounouchi wondered why he was awake- his brain was cloudy and he was pretty sure it was before twelve midday.

And then the reason became slightly more apparent.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Went the front door.

Jounouchi groaned and rolled onto his side, checking the clock. It was nine AM.

Yami made a strange little sound in the back of his throat and made a few kissing expressions that Jounouchi would have liked to photograph and mail to some news papers.

With a sigh, the blonde disentangled himself and pulled a pair of pants on. He trundled out into the living room, slitted eyes retracting against the brightness in the room. The bedroom was blissfully dark in comparison.

“Who is it?” Jounouchi mumbled, looking through the peep-hole.

“Seto Kaiba.” Came the response.

This coincided with the face on the other side.

Oh great, said Jounouchi’s mind. He knew he smelt like sex and cats and… this was the last person he wanted to assume something about him and his roommate. “Yeah?” Jounouchi asked through the door.

“I came last night, but your roommate said you weren’t home. I wanted to ask…”

“I got a lead.” Jounouchi said.

“Pardon?” Seto enquired.

“I said, I got a lead.” The therianthrope raised his voice so the lycanthrope could hear him.

“I see. Can we talk face to face, or shall we just discuss this out in the hallway where anyone can hear?”

Jounouchi didn’t want to discuss it face to face. But he consented. The door opened and he ushered the HOUND in. no need to piss off the Alpha male.

“What happened to you?” Seto asked.

“My roommate.” Jounouchi responded dryly.

Seto stepped into the room and frowned. “Did he rape you?”

Jounouchi blinked, surprised. Well, Yami had tried… “Uh, no…”

“That’s not a very convincing response.”

“I’m just surprised you’d think that.” Jounouchi covered.

Seto licked his lips and frowned. “You’re covered in scratches all over your face and you reek of…” he trailed off politely.

“He gets a bit wild sometimes.” Jounouchi covered, he closed the door and went to the kitchen. He needed caffeine.

“Looks a bit too wild for my liking.”

“Well it’s none of your business, okay?” Jounouchi shot out a little harsher than he’d intended.

Seto’s eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms over his chest, his right hand noticeably resting on his gun. “If you’re going to be of any use to me, I need you in working order. So I’ll make it my business.”

Jounouchi retrieved the large bottle of coke from the fridge and poured a generous glass. “Look, just don’t worry about it. I’m a big boy. I can take care of myself.”

Seto glanced toward the bedroom, tongue flicking across his lips in irritation.

Jounouchi skulled the first glass and tried to change the subject. “The lead was actually a lucky encounter with an old acquaintance of mine. Ryuji Ootogi.”

The name obviously meant something to Seto because his head whipped around. “Wait, Ryuji Ootogi? As in the mob-boss’ son?”

Jounouchi was surprised that Seto knew who Ryuji was. Then again, Ryuji didn’t exactly have a low profile. He’d been arrested enough times. “Yeah. Well, he invited me to one of his little parties tomorrow. If there’s anyone that knows something about these missing guns- I’ll bet its Ootogi.”

“How do you know him?” A shadow of suspicion crossed Seto’s face then and Jounouchi narrowed his eyes. Assumptions eh? Jounouchi didn’t like assumptions. They led to misinformation and a lack of trust. If the therianthrope was going to get into HOUNDS- he didn’t want Seto Kaiba mistrusting him.

“We were both orphans on the street together. He went down a darker road than I did.”

“Hn. Well we’ll have to put a wire on you. And don’t get too close to him. He’s suspected of homicide.”

Jounouchi’s eyebrows shot upward. Ryuji wasn’t a killer. A thief and a drug-dealer. But not a killer. No way. “That just makes me feel all kinds of level of unsafe.”

“Considering the man your living with…”

“What’s your beef with Yami?” Jounouchi cut in. Seto seemed to be jumping at any opportunity to attack anyone around the blonde.

It was too early in the morning for these kinds of things, Jounouchi decided.

“I did a background check on your roommate-”

“Did you do one on me?” Jounouchi shot in.

“Yes. It’s standard practice with checking our sources.”

Jounouchi bit his lip. No it wasn’t. It was standard practice if you thought a source was lying. You even needed a letter to a superior officer to ask for permission to do it. “So what’s your problem?”

“Yami Nagisawa. The Lucky Cat. Apparently he hasn’t been a ‘working boy’ for very long. Before this profession, he was involved in politics.”

Jounouchi blinked; he didn’t get it. “And?”

“The files put him down as someone that has been influencing governments for the past three hundred years- probably longer.”

“Right.” Jounouchi couldn’t help but chuckle. Three hundred years. Yeah. Right. Sometimes Yami reminded him of a horny rabbit-bred teenager.

“I don’t influence politics. I’m just there when all the big stuff happens.” Yami’s voice hissed from the bedroom doorway.

Seto turned his head to frown at the were-tiger.

Obviously, neither he nor Jounouchi had heard the other therianthrope come into the conversation.

Jounouchi glanced between the two of them and felt the tension in the air suddenly raise a few notches. A few hundred notches. “Uh…”

“And I wouldn’t rape my roommate.”

“Wouldn’t you? They say that you’ve left more scandal in your wake than Bill Clinton.” Seto bit out venomously.

“I have indeed.” Yami didn’t even bother denying it. “But I’m not a rapist.”

A moment passed and the two shifters glared at each other. Yami broke eye contact first, as a cat would and stalked past the lycanthrope with a superior air.

Seto flashed his teeth and growled. “Jounouchi- let’s go for a walk.”

Jounouchi whimpered and moved around Yami, he took his wallet off the kitchen counter and be-lined for the door.

The alpha’s shared a little glare and a few sounds before Seto turned and followed Jounouchi out.

“W-what the hell was that?” Jounouchi asked, once he was safely in the hallway.

“It’s an alpha thing. If you mark something, you own it. He’s just paranoid that I’m trying to steal you.”

“Are you?” Jounouchi caught himself asking.

“No.” Seto had his back to the therianthrope so Jounouchi couldn’t see his face when he spoke.

Damn, Jounouchi thought.

~Tsuzuku…

Sweet notes: Uh… yeah. Reviews?

Yami: Oro… I’m obsessed with sex in this chapter.

Jou: Have you read the other chapters? You’re always obsessed with sex.

Seto: MINEEEE *absconds with Jou*

Jou: Yay!

Yami: Hey! Bring that back here!

Seto: Finders keepers!

Yugi: You can find me any day, Yami. ^.^

Yami: I feel loved… yet unloved… yet loved… yet… *molests Yugister* better now.

Sweets: Weirdos… reviews welcome.