Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ HOUNDS ❯ Getting Lucky ( Chapter 10 )

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HOUNDS. Getting Lucky.

~By Sweetdeily.
“Silence is one of the most effective forms of communication.
~Unknown.”

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Yami began his day by throwing all his catnip away. By the time he was finished the house smelt like dirt and sweat, and the residential bins were all overflowing with suspicious looking plants. He called up a cleaning service and offered them two hundred to come out and clean the house within the next two hours. They promised to send their best cleaners.

Then he took a shower. Cats, it’s mostly true, don’t like getting wet- they yowl and shred any and all available flesh. But tigers are among the few big cats that were willing to take a dip. It wasn’t that he thoroughly enjoyed getting wet- he didn’t- but the human half of Yami Nagisawa liked to smell like tiger or human- not sex and catnip.

He dressed while the cleaners made themselves into human whirlwinds and threw out any rubbish that wasn’t nailed down. Chew toys; bells; collars; dirty magazines -but not Jounouchi’s car ones; those were sacred- old take-out boxes behind the fridge and small fungal growths that looked like they protested to being evicted.

The carpet was steam-cleaned; the walls were scrubbed down into a pale, attractive white. The bench tops were enhanced to the state of ‘good enough to eat off,’ the kitchen floor was mopped, the bed was made, the shower was grimed away, the toilet received all sorts of blue and green chemicals that had it wriggling Yami’s nose and the house was doused in a good few bottles of pine-o-clean.

He dressed in a black tank top and pants and called up a bank somewhere in the backend of France. He asked for the manager and after a few moments of clumsy English the manager was put on the line.

“Hello. My name is Pegasus; I am the manager of the Golden Note bank. What can I do for you?”

“I would like to make a withdrawal.” Yami spoke, checking his nails and sharpening one that didn’t look pointed enough. He cradled the phone between his shoulder and cheek. Flopping back on the couch with a nail-file that had mysteriously appeared during the cleaning.

“And what was your account number?”

“Zero-five-three-eight-two-one-nine-six-zero- two-two.” The numbers he spoke were short, not the usual length of an account number. Then again, this was a very old account.

There was a small, surprised gasp when the manager entered the numbers into his computer and actually found a result. “A-ah, yes… I have you here Mr. Nagisawa. How much were you withdrawing today?”

“Two million should be enough.”

“Uh, what currency was that?”

“American dollars. I want a wire transfer to an account. Do you have the forms ready?”

The transaction didn’t take very long. Yami’s account and identity was never questioned. Probably why he stayed with the bank. The money would probably take a day or two to arrive, but that didn’t bother the weretiger; only that it did come through.

He paced around his apartment for almost half an hour before finally sitting down and watching television.

At ten o’clock someone knocked on the door.

Yami stood and stalked to it. He wasn’t sure how he was going to explain this to Jounouchi. He was going crazy. That was the only explanation. The incident with Yugi Moutoh had done it. Kissing a crime lord? Was he /trying/ to get himself in trouble?

Speak of the devil. The person on the other side of the peephole was enough to make Yami’s complexion pale. It wasn’t Jounouchi. In fact, it was no one he wanted to see. The pretty little piece of tail calling itself Moutoh Yugi was on the other side of the door. Yami felt hot and cold all over, and he was pretty sure it was fear.

The boy was in a private school uniform. A freshly ironed white shirt and a vest that was no doubt uncomfortable- itchy wool from the look of it- covered his chest. His pants and vest were both matching green. The pants- or shorts, as they were- clung to his body just nicely enough for Yami to appreciate it. The boy’s legs were bare and his feet were tucked into a pair of dark brown, well-polished shoes.

Yami swallowed. No doubt the gang-boss had some of his guards around, ready to do whatever if Yami made a break for it. He didn’t want to have to go to a different country. That was always such a bother.

But what else could he do? Yami bit his lip and opened the door. “Hello.”

“Ah, I am pleased you are here, Yami-san. Will you not invite me in?” Came the boy’s broken English.

Yami wanted to close the door and jump out the kitchen window, but he stepped aside. He seriously hoped this wasn’t going to end with his arm broken in six places- just for kissing the boy- who was quite kissable- but not so good at speaking English…

“You can close the door. I came to see you alone today.” Yugi was looking around the apartment with raised eyebrows. He walked in and sat delicately on the couch. “It is much cleaner than I heard.”

Yami closed the door and locked it. “Why are you here? Didn’t you get what you wanted before?”

“I got an A on my English test.” The boy said simply. “Do you have American drinks?”

The weretiger blinked. An A on his test had… oh. “Oh… uhm… cola?”

That explained everything. He was used to being credited with strange things. Like that bloody waving cat thing. Not that it wasn’t flattering- but seriously, those things bugged him. He wasn’t a device or a machine- he was a person, he made mistakes. Made them often. And it wasn’t like he was aware of whether or not he was giving people luck. Not that he’d ever revealed that to some of the more demanding creatures in his past. Sometimes making it seem like it was a choice of his made it easier to deal with those likely to hurt him to get what they wanted.

“Cola is very nice.” Which probably meant yes.

Yami got out the clean cups from where they were kept above the sink and poured some into a glass. Hopefully he could give the boy a bit of luck and live on peacefully. He wanted to be alive for when he could finally meet his love. Give the crime boss some luck and say goodbye to the whole affair.

Give the boy… ohh… Yami closed his eyes. He was hard just thinking about it. He’d juice the little crime boss up alright. Fill him to the brink with luck. The weretiger bit his lip and stopped pouring the coke before it overflowed and ran down the side of the cabinet. If that was what the boy wanted…

Screwing the bottle closed the weretiger rejoined his guest. “So you want more luck?”

Yugi took the cup and sipped at the cola delicately. “There are many rumors…”

“Anyone I fuck gets lucky.” Yami put it bluntly. Was it a Japanese habit to dance around the subject? It had been so long that he couldn’t remember much of the country at all.

Yugi choked on his cola and put the cup to the side, at his feet. “So it is true?” He was blushing the same cute little blush from before.

They’d already touched on this subject in Moutoh’s office; but not many people believed him straight off. “In a sense. If you do something good for me, I tend to give you luck.”

“So I can give you money?”

Yami smiled and shook his head. He settled in the seat next to the boy with the air of an uncaring cat. Which he wasn’t, sitting this close made him nervous, unusually nervous. But weretigers didn’t show such nervousness. “It has to be something I want or need. I have plenty of money.”

“A painting?” The boy shifted, he wasn’t meeting Yami’s eyes and a blush was spreading across his features.

Yami grinned and leaned closer; reaching out to cup the midget’s chin and turn his face so Yugi would have to look at the therianthrope. “I think you know the only thing you’ve got that I might want.”

“Sugar?” The little crime-boss voice was back. Yugi darted his muddy eyes away, trying not to blush by not meeting the weretiger’s gaze.

Yami smiled, a very cat-like smile it was. “Lot’s of sugar. Tell me… why are you here?”

“I want… more good testo resultsu…” The accent was coming out again. It was too adorable for words.

“So you came alone, to a /male/ whore’s apartment. Whatever will your fiancée think?” It was just a guess, but most crime boss’s kids had fiancées. And not to be racist, but Yugi was Asian and it was more common in Asian countries for arranged marriages. Then again, Yami was from the same country and… oh, that was a confusing subject.

Judging by the small sound that the boy made; it was a good guess. “Yami-san won’t say anything.”

“Oh?”

“Or I will have you killed.” Yugi threatened in a little voice. It didn’t have much weight since he was stroking his tail in a nervous manner.

It scared the therianthrope more than he wanted to admit regardless and he shut the boy up by pressing their lips together. Yugi made a small yipping sound and leaned away from the weretiger, which only served in him kicking his cup over and Yami crawling atop the boy.

He couldn’t put it down to anything more than a dominance issue. To admit it was something else, something stronger, was too scary. The boy was cute and he was a whore. Or at least that’s what he’d been for a while. Now…

Yami liked the way that Yugi began to respond. Clumsy and inexperienced. Like a school boy. The memories of private school boys were among Yami’s favorite. They were locked up, all innocent and yet needing. Yami cupped the boy’s chin and let the other take a more demanding approach with his tongue. Smiling as the boy daringly began to explore Yami’s mouth on his own; wrapping his arms around Yami’s neck. Kissing was a human turn on, soon the boy’s body would figure out what species it was going to be and keep the form. He was too young to know much about shifting during sex.

It had been a while since Yami had screwed another male for luck. Jounouchi had been the first in a few hundred years, and now little Yugi Moutoh. This was going to look good on his chart of conquests. Still not as impressive as some of his kings and queens; but pretty damn impressive all the same. Yami began to slide a hand under the boy’s shirt for his ever-favorite experiments on the chest. Yugi squirmed and shifted against the weretiger, breaking the kiss. “You are grinding against me!”

“Yeah.” Yami agreed, speaking softly into the boy’s mouth. He ran his palm over the boy’s left nipple, teasing and soft, like he was tickling. First you made their chest sensitive, then you could enjoy the squirming more.

“Ohh, I am not a woman!” Yugi was shoving at him now, like he’d had enough.

Yami frowned and stopped. If it were Jounouchi saying that he would have laughed, but no, Jounouchi’s death-threats weren’t as likely to be carried out. “And?”

“Stop trying to feel me up.” Yugi was blushing now.

Yami rolled his eyes and hoped off the boy, slightly offended but also aware of how to play this game. So the Moutoh thought he was straight? “Fine. Then leave. I don’t have time for doing every little boy a favor.”

Yugi made a small squeaking sound. “Demo!” (But!)

Yami straightened his shirt and noticed the cola-stained carpet. Great. “You don’t want the luck, that’s fine. But it’s not on again and then off again. Either you want me to give you some luck or you don’t.”

“But do you have to feel my chest up like a woman’s and grind against me?”

Yami turned to the boy, who was straightening his clothing and trying to hide his obvious enjoyment. Too adorable for words. The weretiger bent over the boy. “That’s how I like to do it. What do you want? Sex without physical contact?”

“Less grinding and less uh… molesting.” Yugi was blushing and frowning now too, his tail was wagging from side to side in a confused manner.

Yami reached out and grabbed the boy’s hand, pulling him to his feet and dragging him toward the bedroom. Yugi made a few squeaks and growls of protest but followed. Yami pushed the boy into the bedroom roughly and turned to close the door. “Are you afraid?”

Yugi blushed, eyeing off the bed. “N-no.”

Yami came up behind the boy and wrapped his arms around Yugi’s waist. The weretiger pressed against the lycanthrope and inhaled through his nose, enjoying the smell of the wolf and cologne. The boy had a soft aftertaste of fear staining the back of his neck, which made Yami smile wolfishly.

“Is this your first time?”

Yugi made another squeaking sound. Bingo.

Yami raised his arm and caught the boy’s chin, turning Yugi’s head gently so they could kiss. He lowered his other hand and brushed it over the boy’s straining pants, causing Yugi to gasp into his mouth and shiver from head to foot. Yami slid his hand around Yugi’s chin and gracefully downward, over the boy’s Adam’s apple.

“Just relax.” The weretiger brushed his knuckles over Yugi’s groin again with a hidden smile. Yugi shivered and pressed closer against Yami’s body.

Yami moved his mouth to the lycanthrope’s ear and gently suckled on the outer shell, grinning as Yugi moaned aloud in pleasure. The weretiger pressed their bodies closer, shifting his erection into the small of Yugi’s back. The boy whimpered, as though he wanted to protest but didn’t want to lose the contact. Yami popped the button on Yugi’s pants and slid his hand down the front, stroking the crime boss through his knickers. Yugi whimpered and grabbed Yami’s arm, not stopping the motions, but holding onto the weretiger like a lifeline. Obviously someone was sensitive.

Ah, the virtues of youth. Yami was old enough to be Yugi’s ancestor so many times over he would have found it funny a few hundred or so years ago. The knickers were a nice touch, Jounouchi wore boxers, and as a whore most of his clients had taken the liberty of already taking their undergarments and overgarments off. The few he could recall still being clothed mostly wore boxers- or in the women’s case, thongs, g-strings and those cute little panties that he always thought should be covering more flesh than they actually did.

“Feel good?” The therianthrope quested, rubbing his fingers in small circles over the quickly shifting knickers.

Yugi made a little sound at the back of his throat, unconsciously rubbing his backside against the weretiger as he shifted for better attention.

“I bet it doesn’t get so good so quick when you’re alone.” Bedroom talk… Yami didn’t really care for it- too much emotional intercourse for his cold heart to handle, but there was something about this one that made him want to know exactly what the boy liked.

Yugi bit his lip as his breath hitched to make another sound, shifting his head against Yami’s body in a negative response. Yami moved his head to the boy’s neck, now all but slumped over the smaller form.

He drew his tongue slowly from the small well just behind the boy’s ear downward, toward Yugi’s collarbone. It was a slow, torturous move that ended with Yami’s head halfway inside the schoolboy’s shirt. Schoolboys’ shirts were very good places to be as far as this therianthrope was concerned. Yugi made a little cooing sound that could have been some sort of Japanese terminology for ‘I demand more slave’. As such, Yami’s Japanese was a few thousand years rusty and he just enjoyed the sound as one of those cute little sounds people make when you sex them up.

The weretiger got tired all too quickly of molesting the boy from behind and pulled the other around gently, pressing their mouths together with an artful tipping of his own chin. This kiss was better than all that had previously followed. Yugi had sort of figured out how to respond without causing a mess in their mouths, his tongue shifted clumsily against Yami’s, straying often toward the left side of the other’s mouth.

The kiss continued for a few heartbeats while Yami did his best to crumple the boy’s clothing by taking it off one button pop at a time. Finally, when Yugi’s shirt was open and the boy’s pants were pooling around his ankles, the weretiger broke the jousting of tongues and shuffled the boy back to the bed, ripping his own shirt over his head with a meow.

He’d never been a really strong or powerful weretiger, or ever had good control. Hell, Jounouchi’s control was better. But then the puppy hadn’t spent most of his life in animal form. Being the Beast so often made it closer to the surface. It also made him smarter as a tiger- but he didn’t need to go into that. The sound was natural, normal for him. Sometimes he answered questions with a flick of his hand, like he would paw the issue away.

The jeans were off as soon as it was safe to squeeze them over his hips. He struggled out of his boxers while tripping the schoolboy over so that they both landed happily on the bed.

Yugi’s hands found their way to Yami’s shoulder’s, small fingers gripping the flesh there with intensity enough to bruise a human. Their mouths mashed together again, and Yami pressed the boy into the bed. A few moments of shifting and rolling and Yugi’s hands were in Yami’s carefully gelled hair, ruining the spikes by running through them.

The weretiger broke the kiss to begin mouthing his way down the boy’s body. He wanted to taste the crime boss. It would be like stealing his first kiss. Only this place not even Yugi’s mother would have touched. Unless she was a pervert. Yugi’s breathing began to hitch in quick octaves as Yami made his way past the belly button. “A-a-no…”

Yami drew his index finger along the boy’s shaft, admiring the pink flesh. He wondered briefly, and with a small, predatory smile, if Yugi’s fiancée would have to go to greater lengths to make the boy stand up for her. Was it hard for Yugi to respond to Yami’s touches? The thoughts made him angry for some reason and he began kissing the boy’s thighs gently. Teasing the boy’s arousal by running his fingers over the boy’s tight balls. They were firm, full of sperm and the energy of youth. It made Yami want to suckle on them like cherries. Yugi’s legs were spread of their own accord while the boy murmured incoherently in his own language. Whatever he was saying, it sounded good.

“Mou, guuto kudasaiii.” (Mmm, more please,)

Running his tongue along the edge of Yugi’s balls made the boy gasp and squeak, almost tearing chunks out of Yami’s hair as his fingers flexed and then grabbed locks at their leisure. This soon had Yami over his jealous patch and more intent on enjoying the creature under his body.

Tickling and flicking the small globes had delightful effects as Yugi tried to press his slightly larger need toward Yami’s mouth urgently. Finally Yami gave in to the struggling of Yugi’s hips and began to suckle on the boy’s organ, taking the shaft into his mouth. Yugi’s mumbling rose in volume to shouting and gasping as he thrashed under Yami’s careful ministrations. If they had of had neighbors, perhaps it would have disturbed them but the old woman was dead and the pimp was in jail.

Yami was fairly well practiced at giving head, and he easily drew the boy’s entire length into his mouth, sucking on the shaft much like a very well practiced weretiger. The trick was to swallow as much as possible and breathe evenly through your nose. It didn’t sound like that much of a trick, but it had taken Yami a few years to figure it out so perfectly. Swallowing around the flesh in your mouth was hard, and you had to suckle as you did it to keep the shaft moist. Or was that chewing on a pen without drooling he’d gotten down to a fine art? One had to wonder sometimes.

Yugi screamed when he came, body flushing pink and hands all but ripping tufts from Yami’s hair. The weretiger deftly swallowed the boy’s cream, almost unprepared for the outburst. The young were so easily overexcited.

Yugi finally released the weretiger’s hair and relaxed passively into the other’s arms as Yami shifted and moved up the boy’s body. “A word of advice; don’t pull your other lover’s hair. It might hurt them more than it hurts me.”

Yami wiped his mouth with the back of his left hand, tasting salty, thickened come on his fingers. There was nothing quite like it.

Yugi bit his bottom lip and made a small sound, all ashamed and cute now. “Di-did I hurt you?”

Yami shook his head. “No, but you could have.”

“S-sorry.”

“If you really want to apologize, you could try getting me off.” Yami pressed his aching erection against the boy’s body. It stood between them like some sort of extra limb.

Yugi’s eyes went wide. “I don’t know ho-”

“Just touch it like you would your own.” Yami reassured. The heady scent of come was starting to fill his mind as Yugi’s pleasure and sweat filtered through the room.

The schoolboy surprised Yami by doing as he was suggested then. Yami had been expecting a little more convincing for the boy- a little resistance and leading before the lycanthrope would be all that willing to start trying to fumble around from the other’s arousal. Then again, this was Yugi Moutoh, the boy whose name made grown men whimper- he was unlikely to be a gang leader if he wasn’t willing to do the nasty.

Clumsily, Yugi’s fingers slid over Yami’s cock, questing for a decent hold they smoothed over the shaft like the schoolboy was about to turn a doorknob. Ahh well, it was the thought that counted.

Yami did that sound that was halfway caught between a purr and a chuckle, pressing closer to Yugi’s hands. “Yeah, rub it like that.”

Yugi rolled his thumb over the tip of Yami’s shaft, squeezing slightly as he rubbed up and down the organ with what appeared to be mute fascination.

Yami groaned and flopped lifelessly onto the bed. It had been a while since he’d been on the receiving end of pleasure. Whores weren’t there to be pleased- it was their job to do the pleasing. Strange how many thought of it as a lack of honor. There was a certain nobility in sacrificing your own happiness for that of others. Or at least Yami thought there was. He’d lived long enough to know that honor and valor had long disappeared from the world. If they had ever really existed. There were different faces of ugly. It sort of depended on how you viewed the world as to what really was an honorable creature.

Yugi took this as encouragement that he was doing the right thing and continued to gradually and slowly pump the shaft. Yami meowed, demanding a faster pace in what would have been perfectly understandable to another cat. Unfortunately Yugi was a wolf and didn’t quite seem to get the message. Meowing louder only made the boy roll his hand around the shaft.

Not realizing that he was making cat sounds and not human ones- not that he ever did- he moved his hand down to show the boy what he wanted, wrapping his hand around Yugi’s he began to pump faster. The lycanthrope snapped at him, pushing his hand away, growling. “Let me do it.”

Opening an eye he hadn’t realized he’d closed, Yami moved his hand out of the way. Yugi stopped growling and began to pump a little faster. The boy was blushing, eyes wide as he watched his own hand sort of like it wasn’t attached to his body. Like maybe he couldn’t believe he was enjoying watching himself jerk someone else off?

It sent a shiver of delight straight up Yami’s spine. His body shifted and tightened as he came. Not sure if it was the terribly jerk-off or the fact that he enjoyed the way the boy took him on.

Yugi let go of Yami’s shaft after a brief blink, as though he were surprising himself along with the therianthrope.

Yami’s heartbeat slowed as Yugi lay still beside him. The bed sheets stopped crumpling and the fan in the kitchen clicked predictably in circles. Outside some birds, pigeons from the sound of it, flew past, uttering a few vague squawks to the world they passed. A mouse in the living room sniffed the spilled remains of Yugi’s drink.

Yami’s throat felt suddenly dry. “Would you like a drink?”

“I should go.” The boy rose and slipped off the bed, buttoning his clothing again, pressing the buttons back together, pulling his pants up.

The dryness in Yami’s throat spread, until he felt like he’d just swallowed a cloud of chalk. The rustle of Yugi’s clothing seemed to fill the apartment like some strange ghostly reminder that Yugi wasn’t there for the sex. He was there for the luck.

Always the luck. Yami bit his tongue, tasting blood. The coppery scent filled his mouth and he swallowed heavily.

Why was there such an awkwardness about it?

“I… uhm…” Yugi stopped and headed for the door, absently pulling his shirt down. Yami’s cruel desire to crumple it had indeed succeeded. Yugi looked like he’d just gotten laid. In a hurry too.

The schoolboy seemed to feel the strain in the air and he moved through the apartment with the speed of a lycanthrope who needed to get out of a bad place.

The front door closed behind the boy long before Yami moved to wipe the liquid from his cheeks. He wasn’t sure if he was crying or his tongue was bleeding.

~Tsuzuku…

Sweet notes: I hate lemon block. >.<

Malik: At least it only happens with lemons.

Sweets: yeah, but this fucking ‘block’ delayed the whole bloody chapter a month and a bit.

Yami: I wish it had prevented the story to begin with.

Sweets: ;_; meanie.

Seto: *points at Sweet’s list of ‘unfinished’ shit* Need I say more?

Yami: Duuude, Kourui’s still on here! *kicks Sweets in the shins* stop procrastinating woman!

Sweets: But I’m good at it!

Bakura: That might be so, but we’re sick of this torture! Hurry and finish crap.

Sweets: Meanies. ;_; *goes off to cry in her shoebox* I’m just going make all of you wangst now!

Jou: whoops, now we’ve done it.

Reviews welcome. Ohh shiny *wanders off*