Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ HOUNDS ❯ Trouser Snakes ( Chapter 13 )

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HOUNDS. Trouser snakes.

~By Sweetdeily.

“Life is sexually transmitted.
~Unknown.”

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He was sitting on the large, brown leather couch, drinking hot chocolate slowly through a straw. You’d be surprising how fascinating it is for a shapeshifter to drink anything through a straw. Most forget the sensation, and sort of write it off as nothing unusual, and then they do it again and are almost absorbed in it until all the straw-fun has been used up. It was an unnatural feeling for them, even more so than humans, although eating enough fast food soon fixed this. Something about funnels and liquid just made the Beast all fuzzy and confused in a fun way.

Jounouchi was not having much fun with his straw. He drank the warmth of the cup in, but his mind was elsewhere. There he was, sitting, alone, at night, with a sexy alpha male werewolf, and all he could think about was snakes and claws and guns and being shot through the stomach. It really said how bad things were getting when all he could think about was death and pain while sitting next to a walking wet-dream.

“What is it? Why are you suddenly acting like you’re mute?” Seto had a hand on the blonde’s shoulder still, and was gently shaking the Therianthrope, as though he expected Jounouchi to just suddenly start talking his thoughts again. Or words to come forth from the shaking. It wasn’t helping either of these theories.

Jounouchi stopped drinking his chocolate and placed the cup on the table so it didn’t spill. He looked at the brunette, opened his mouth as though to say something, thought better of it and just shook his head.

“Don’t make me ask again, Jounouchi.” Seto growled.

The blonde whimpered softly and curled around himself. Seto seemed just about ready to go to blows. He’d ranted and raved at the blonde for running off the way he did, and then he’d cottoned on that Jounouchi had something to share, but was unwilling to do so. He was uncertain as to what could disturb the blonde so much that he would clam up in such a way.

Noticing the gradually darkening look in Seto’s eyes, Jounouchi knew if he didn’t say something, he’d probably end up with his throat bloodied. He opened his mouth, but came up still blank.

What could he say? He was worried. More than anything, he was beginning to wonder what else could possibly tie him to the case. Malik, his old boyfriend. Malik who was just as mysterious, if not more so than Yami. He’d thought that Malik was just an office worker- although there had always been that hint of something else, something dangerous- but the man was a freakin’ snake! Snakes and dangerous went hand in hand. Until tonight, Jounouchi had just assumed that the unease most people had around Malik was just from his animal form. Not…

A cold thought formed then, a very, very cold thought. The kind of thought that meant things weren’t heading for the shithole, they were already there, and spiraling downward. Was Malik part of the Claws?

Seto was gripping his shoulders hard enough to hurt now. “What is it, Jounouchi? What the fuck are you thinking about? What happened tonight? Did someone hurt you?”

The blonde blinked, slowly and shook his head just slightly. He wasn’t hurt, but he was scared. All thoughts of adrenaline rush had died in an onset of fear. Finally, something came forward into his range of speech. “You’re hurting me.”

Seto took a moment to realize what Jounouchi was talking about and he released the therianthrope’s shoulders gently. “Sorry.”

Jounouchi shook his head and gave a small sigh. Now that he was talking, he might as well continue to do so. “I… I went out the back with these two frat boys… thought we were going to have a beer…” He stopped, hands grasping at air.

“Did they hurt you? Did they rape you?”

Jounouchi blinked. “Huh? No! Jesus, not everyone is trying to rape me.”

The lycanthrope politely closed his mouth on that one, although it was obvious he wasn’t going to let the thought stay dead.

“He was… there. I thought he was… somewhere else like, Japan or Australia… somewhere far away… not back in town. Not…” Jounouchi stuttered over his words, as if actually saying it aloud would make everything worse; would make it more real. “Well… it’s not like I know it for certain.” He tried to chuckle and smile, but they died when he saw Seto’s face, so close to his, so concerned.

“Tell me.” The other said. It wasn’t a growl; it was almost soft, like a good cop waiting for a willing witness to go on with some awful story to recount. Wait, that was exactly what it was.

“He mentioned the party, and the bullet, that’s why… but he’s usually… usually softer, gentler. It could have been because the others were around and he wanted to appear strong in front of them. But… that only confirms it, doesn’t it… doesn’t make it…” Jounouchi paused and took a deep breathe, “There’s no sense beating around the bush, is there? I mean… you don’t trust my word at face value, so you won’t assume I’m right. I could be wrong… I hope I’m wrong. But…I met Malik Ishtar when I about sixteen. He was my first lover. Real, full on. He worked for a company, I think. I didn’t care much about it back then. But now that I think about it, he could have been doing this stuff then too. He’s uh… he’s a Therianthrope, a snake, can’t remember what kind…but it’s not that important. He… tonight, he showed up in town again, he’s been gone for years, we didn’t keep in touch or nothing… just, well I suppose we had something good going on… I’m babbling. No, the point is… the point is that he as good as said he was in the Claws. And that he wouldn’t have attacked the party if he’d have known I’d be there. Which means he wasn’t after me. And they ran when the cops showed up and…”

Seto had a hand against the blonde’s mouth, silencing his borderline babbling. “That’s enough. You can tell me that kind of thing later, when I’m on duty and I have my notebook.”

Jounouchi blushed and looked away. “Sorry.”

Seto brushed a stray strand of blonde hair away from Jounouchi’s cheek and tilted the other’s chin back toward him. “What I want to know is what’s wrong? That doesn’t seem to be the kind of thing that would normally bother you.”

The words came out in a very small whisper. “I’m scared. But it’s not because of the fighting, or the danger, that’s not the frightening part… I’m scared because the bad guys know me. They can find me. I’m so deeply involved in this shit that people around me are going to get hurt. I can feel it coming. I’ve never been pushed in so deep.”

One moment it was two men, sitting on a couch while the younger guy admitted to being scared, something you didn’t see that often, guys bearing their souls to one another, especially not so thoroughly- then again, to have justified the scared as for other people, it should have made it seem less silly, more manly. It didn’t. Jounouchi was being young instead of jaded for once.

The next moment they were kissing. The transition was instantaneous. There were lips and tongue and the brush of flesh against teeth. It was something like a Hollywood kiss, where at first there was just a small brush of lips, and then a slight part in the mouth gave way to a deeper, more anxious movement. There were words in the kiss. Things that coiled in your stomach, sprang up your spine, and fluttered out your mouth. A moment in which energy rolled between them, the brush of the Beast; it called each and every sense into alertness. The smell of the deep forest, the musky earth, the rub of wood against fur, and fur against fur. That was when the kiss became full of tongue and small little sounds.

Jounouchi was being pressed back against the couch, his hands were pinned above his head in Seto’s, and neither could have probably told the other how that had happened. Their faces were so close that it was like drowning in eyes that could have been wolfish, could have been human. Jounouchi’s waist was being straddled by the alpha and the blonde didn’t mind. The smell of alpha was strong, and it reminded him that alphas protected betas. He wanted that, need it. Protection had been there, half lost between lust and need, somewhere between the lick and breath of a kiss.

Seto’s eyes were so full of lust and need that Jounouchi wasn’t sure who he was really seeing, himself or the other. The blonde blinked slowly, drinking in the warm glow of power from Seto’s closeness. Their Beasts moved restlessly from side to side, where flesh and body touched, it felt like fur and flank. The sniff of an attentive nose, the brush of a cheek.

“Did he touch you?”

The blonde nodded softly, unwilling to move, lest the alpha take it as a sign of aggression.

Seto growled, ever so softly. “Stop being so animalistic. We’re not real wolves, Jounouchi.”

Jounouchi blinked, and realized he was bearing neck, and had sprouted wolf ears, although Seto was one to talk, his eyes were pure animal, and a long silky tail wagged behind his head with emotions. It wasn’t that close to a moon linked change, but heightened emotions made changing forms harder to control. “Yeah…” he shifted slightly, unsure as to why the brunette hadn’t moved yet. It was getting exciting, however, a little twist of someone’s hips, and they’d be bumping uglies. “Uh…”

Seto’s head did something very un-wolfish then, as he tilted it to one side, licking his lips. It was the closest thing Jounouchi knew to being a habit of Seto’s when he was nervous.

“You’re whimpering.”

“You’re growling.” Jounouchi retorted.

“I…” Seto paused and growled in one long drag.

A moment passed. It wasn’t much more than a few seconds, tumbling over themselves. But it was one of those moments when making eye contact is hard to avoid, when you can have the clearest clarity of another person’s thoughts and intentions. It was one of those moments you see in the movies, the couple kiss, pause, and then…

Seto’s lips were so hard it felt like all the breath in Jounouchi’s body was pressed out of him. He spasmed as the alpha’s Beast rushed against his mind, a flooding sensation of fur against fur, so sudden and powerful it brought a cry to his mouth, which was swallowed by the other. Then, just as suddenly, the Beast melted back. He was hard, achingly hard, his lower body strained against his control to twitch and press closer to Seto’s.

For a few seconds, they fought the urge, as people often do. Too long and it becomes awkward, too soon and it becomes clumsy. It wasn’t awkward or clumsy, it was sharp, controlled and dangerous. Seto shifted his hips, and their laps were pressing close. The feel of fabric brushing across the heated flesh of his groin had Jounouchi moaning in a very human way.

Seto’s mouth was against Jounouchi’s exposed neck, and the soft brush of teeth was offset by the suckling of Jounouchi’s clean-shaven skin. It was a sign of dominance, without the assertive biting. The mouth moved lower and Seto’s tongue lapped at Jounouchi’s collarbone, making the blonde squirm.

They kissed again, a deeper, harder kiss this time. Beasts thrusting through skin into aura and psyche. This slow, deep rush of power and instinct. It smelt like wolf, like thick forest fur and dark warm dens. And then it smelt like sex. Musky, heady, sweaty sex because they were naked and clothing had been flung, shredded, like a war zone around them.

Jounouchi knew his left knee hurt from impacting with the coffee table, he knew that his hands were digging into Seto Kaiba’s shoulder blades, and that he was dry-humping the other’s thigh, but he wasn’t sure when it had started. Time was no longer flowing in a normal fashion. It was flat out no longer flowing as far as the two young shapeshifters were concerned. Someone was moaning, one of them was growling, and there was the distant feel of hot-chocolate on someone else’s leg.

Jounouchi found himself face to face with a swollen, thick cock. Seto Kaiba was an alpha alright. This put any doubts to rest; you didn’t get to be alpha shit if the girls could still walk the next day. The blonde admired the cock for a few moments, taking his time to run a finger from tip to base in exploration. The groan this action enticed was good encouragement for more such exploration. He wrapped two fingers around Seto’s cock and began to pet the flesh as one would a pet. This pet twitched and moaned when touched. Jounouchi grinned wolfishly and moved his face forward, licking just the top of Seto’s head, a slow, sensual roll of tongue over delicate flesh. The alpha shuddered. “Mm, more.”

Again, taking just the very tip of Seto’s cock into his mouth, Jounouchi gave another, delicate, slow lick, lightly pressing his teeth to the edges of the hardened flesh. Seto’s hands wove their way through the blonde’s hair, massaging his scalp. Still smirking to himself over something or another, Jounouchi stopped teasing and began to suckle Seto’s cock in earnest now. The thickness was a problem and prevented Jounouchi from actually deep throating the alpha, but it didn’t seem to bother Seto all that much. Jounouchi hadn’t even began to suck the warm flesh between his teeth when he was pushed backward, into the couch very roughly, he barely avoided biting down on Seto’s cock and yelped as a result. Biting into such delicate areas was definitely something he wanted to avoid. “What?”

Seto was leaning over the Therianthrope with a feral grin; he moved forward and caught Jounouchi’s lips in his, viciously. A moment of gentle, almost biting kisses ensured before Seto broke away and stood. “I have condoms and lube in the bedroom.”

Jounouchi took a few seconds to process this information. It took more than a split second because processing information was a higher brain function, and there was no blood in his higher brain at that moment. Finally he understood that condoms and lube were good and that this was still going in the direction of what his lower brain wanted, and all was well with Seto’s brilliant idea.

They fumbled around for a while on the bed, losing what little clothing was left in bits and pieces as they went. A few moments of wrestling then ensured where Jounouchi vainly tried to push the HOUNDS back into the crumpling bed sheets, only to find himself rolled under flesh and muscles. The dry humping got to the point that Jounouchi finally moved away and had to push the alpha off him. ”Let’s do it.”

Seto was already reaching for the condoms.

Condom on, lube applied and bodies already pressing into each other, they shifted around, trying to find a good position. And in that moment, just before the strong rushing to climax, eye-contact suddenly became hard. It was that split second where a man suddenly realizes he’s rushed to this point, and things that should have been said haven’t been said at all.

Seto cupped Jounouchi’s chin and dragged the blonde’s face up, forcing eye-contact. “I won’t use you.”

“Maybe I want you to.”

Seto growled and shifted inside the body, forcing a gasp from Jounouchi’s throat. “No. If you’re mine then you’re mine.”

Jounouchi groaned softly, lifting out of Seto’s lap just ever so slowly only to sink back down on Seto’s cock, back stiffening with pain and pleasure. “I’m not something that can be taken.”

“Yes you are. You want me to claim you. So submit.” Seto closed his eyes briefly, muscles in his legs bunching as he pushed into the blonde’s thrust.

“I…”

“No one else’s. No fooling. No playing. Just mine.” He punctuated each point with a deep thrust, causing Jounouchi’s body to shudder.

“Not fair!” Jounouchi gasped out, nails digging into Seto’s shoulders in an effort to keep from whimpering in pleasure, Seto was big enough that he caused the blonde a bit of pain, but also filled a lot of dark spaces.

“You want it.” Seto rolled them, forcing the blonde under him onto all fours. Seto had to pause a moment from the action, pleasure dotting its way up his spine. Jounouchi hissed and shuddered under him, elbows locking in an attempt not to end up flat on his face.

“Omigod.” Jounouchi whimpered as the alpha began to thrust from this new position.

“No one else.”

“Not even Yam-Yam-Yami?” Jounouchi’s voice hitched on the other’s name as he moved and began to gently stroke his own cock in time to the brunette’s thrusts.

“Definitely not even him. I don’t share.” Seto didn’t sound as breathy as the blonde under him was.

“Oh G-go-go-god yeah.” Jounouchi’s hips shifted ever so slightly and his eyesight began to waver with every thrust as a result, small explosions of blue and red and green and white that danced in time to his sped-up heart-rate. “Right! No! Shar-ring!”

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Jounouchi woke inside the warmth of Seto Kaiba’s arms. His insides instantly liquefied at the scents and feelings that made their way to his brain. It was a strange, happy, lustfully safe feeling in Seto’s embrace. A toasty, toe-curling matter of being squashed between expensive sheets, an hot alpha male and the soft morning sunlight; drifting in and out of the whiff of sex and sleep. The bedside clock said it was six in the morning and that yes, it was indeed Monday. Jounouchi would have normally snuffed and rolled back over for more delicious cuddling from the alpha, but his stomach demanded actions be taken to ensure it would not stage a revolution inside his body.

He slid out from under Seto’s arm and tip-toed to the bathroom. Seto’s bathroom was bigger than the one in the guest room (to say nothing of the fact that he had multiple bathrooms) but the brunette’s had almost less signs of life than Jounouchi’s one. Everything was so neatly arranged and tidied that Jounouchi almost felt like he was in a hotel. The reality was close; he could literally ring the kitchen and ask for food. But Jounouchi didn’t want to wake the HOUNDS still sleeping in the bedroom, so he slipped out into the hall quietly after finishing up in the bathroom and tip-toed, all but naked save for a pair of his boxers that had suspicious claw marks raking the sides.
After donning a shirt and some jeans he continued his mouse-like tip-toe downstairs to the kitchen.

The cook wasn’t anywhere to be found so Jounouchi opened the fridge and helped himself to some eggs and bread. Funny thing about most breakfast dishes is how quick they are to make, and how well smell carries. Jounouchi was just buttering his golden-brown toast when a pair of hands appeared out of no-where and pulled him back against a warm, strong body. The blonde hadn’t even smelt the lycanthrope coming.

“Morning.” Seto grunted in a gravelly voice, then he stole Jounouchi’s piece of toast and went to the other side of the kitchen to make coffee. If it weren’t for the fact that Seto Kaiba had all but molested him to steal the toast in the first place, Jounouchi would have protested.

“Morning.” Jounouchi mumbled, putting another two pieces of toast in the toaster for good measure. Toast-thieves never just stole one piece.

“You make too much noise when you wake up.” Seto mumbled back.

Jounouchi turned to say something in his defence, but found that the alpha had a small smirk as he poured his coffee. Obviously the bait was intentional.

“Well you snore.”

“No I-” Seto paused, realizing he’d been outmaneuvered on that front and gave up the battle, choosing instead to sit at the table with the blonde and steal a second piece of toast.

They sat in silence for a little while until Jounouchi dropped a forkful of egg down his shirt. He choked on the mouthful of egg he’d almost swallowed and squirmed off the chair, pulling his shirt up to find the missing egg. Seto chuckled softly and came round the table, pushing the blonde back against the fridge.

Jounouchi found the missing egg and was about to mumble something when Seto’s hand snaked its way down his pants.

“It didn’t fall in there.”

“I know.”

“Oh.” Jounouchi mumbled before having his mouth stolen. If Seto kept all this thievery up he’d have to arrest himself. Jounouchi would be sure to help the alpha with his soap in prison.

The hand in Jounouchi’s pants was just getting interesting when a voice had them both freezing like a pair of deer in headlights.

“Mornin’ Seto, Joey.” Mokuba mumbled, shuffling toward the fridge like he hadn’t seen them at all.

Seto Kaiba might have stopped breathing in that moment, Jounouchi was close enough that he saw the blind panic filter across the brunette’s face and knew that Seto didn’t want his little brother to know what they were doing.

“Ah, you got the last piece of egg.” Jounouchi’s mouth spoke for him.

Seto blinked, just once, and then detached himself so quickly from Jounouchi that it was unnatural.

“Where are all the eggs?” Mokuba muttered, head half emerged in the fridge still.

“I ate them.” Jounouchi spoke out, clearing his throat and slowly, awkwardly, sliding onto his chair. It was just as well that he was sitting.

“Good. I was worried you’d used them in some perverted sex-act last night. No offense, but next time can you two keep it down? Some of us have supernatural hearing, ya’know?”

Mokuba had poured himself a glass of orange juice, put the juice back in the fridge, closed the cupboard, stolen a piece of Jounouchi’s toast and left the kitchen before either of the other two had fully digested what he’d said.

Jounouchi watched as a pair of soft ears sprouted on Seto’s head. And that was all one needed to know to know that Seto Kaiba was blushing.

~Tsuzuku…

Sweet notes: Yeah, I know it’s been a while waitin’. Sorry. ^^; Hmm, I know this scene is /so/ overdone but I couldn’t resist in the slightest. ^^; I had to add the anthro Seto to boot. Reviews? Critique? My grammar sort of falls to crap around lemons, I apologise.