Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Just For Fun ❯ Chapter I ( Chapter 1 )

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Welcome to kick the newbie!
Yeah, I'm new, ya punk. Have anything to say? Ame-No-Mizu-chan and The Panasonic Princess put me up to the task of writing YuGiOh slash. I like the show, but I don't generally like fanfic.
Well... please review, critique, all that. I realize that it's short, so I'm sorry if you don't like that.
Oh, yeah... these characters aren't mine, nor will they ever be, nor do I wish they were, and this is very lemo/lime-y, Jou/Yugi style, so bear with me. Okay, it's not that incredibly graphic, plus it's in the first person, so it wouldn't be as bad as, oh, say, MIZU-CHAN's stuff, but... meh... if you don't like it, don't read it. Though I don't like it and I WROTE it. :shrug:
Have fun playing kick the newb...

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Chapter 1: Just for Fun

Just five more minutes.
Maths are my strong subject. I could teach the class better than the drone--or crone, take your pick, because she's older than Pythagoras-- who's up there. So I just sit here, doodling in my notebook. That is, when I'm not looking at him. I don't think he notices. I can get away with it because he's always talking to other people. Or usually is, anyway, at least when we're in school. It wouldn't be too good for his reputation if everyone knew that he was best friends with the class geek.
And what if he was screwing the class geek?
That's where my thoughts lead me. The same damn place where my dreams do. I mean, Tea is nice, and sometimes I think about what it would be like to hold her hand and kiss her. But it's not she who appears in my mind at night, not she I wish was there when I wake up and the bed is sticky with sweat and... erm...
Well, let's just say that Jou gets to some strange part of me, and I'm not sure whether it's good or bad, the way I get when I think about replacing the characters in hentai with him and me, when I'm alone in my bed, trying to ignore Yami and Bakura goin' at it in Yami's room, and feeling horny as hell.
Jou reaches the point of the joke he was telling, and from behind the heads of the kids around him, laughing, I catch him staring at me, his eyes either cold or very, very ignited. I can't tell which.
I've gotta be imagining this.
The bell rings just now, saving him from a reprimand from the teacher and breaking his gaze on me. An unidentified idiot smacks the back of my head, muttering 'geek' as I try to gather my things with a pencil between my lips. Jou smacks the kid on the back of his head, telling him to stay away and flashing a smile at me.
"Five, right?"
I blink at him, and I'm very tempted to push a strand of his hair away from those eyes.
"Uh, yeah. Yami should be long gone by then."
He grins again, and I let him go, because I have to go to my locker and get my books and hurry to the game store. If I could stop being such a geek...
Yami always likes to poke fun at my friendship with Jou, mostly because I'm not fucking him yet. It was Yami who noticed, not me. It was Yami who noticed how wide Jou's eyes are, and Yami who pointed out how graceful Jou can be while playing basketball, and Yami who said Jou's hair is a cornsilk color, and Yami--
Yami isn't the one to blame. It's me. I know it. There's not much I can do about that at this point.

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Yami doesn't wait till he's even down the block to stick his hands down Bakura's pants. I shake my head as I watch them go away, then throw myself on the couch where Jou is sitting with a stack of anime. We're the only two, shall I say, uninvolved ones.
Would I could change that...
"'Akira,'" he says, grabbing the top DVD.
"No way. We haven't seen 'Metropolis' in months," I counter, grabbing the next one.
Before I can concede, as I usually do, we're wrestling on the couch. For one moment I have the advantage, as we're still on the green upholstery, but then he gets me pinned down to the ground. How could I think I stood a chance? He's much, much bigger than I am. His hands are trapping my elbows, his knees are on either side of my hips, and his face is closer than it's ever been. From this admittedly strange vantage point, I can tell that his eyes are the opposite of cold. His hands shake slightly, the muscles clenching and relaxing. His eyes are startlingly green behind that blonde curtain.
Then he leans down and presses his lips against mine.
In that one weird moment of his weakness, I'm able to flip him off of me. I sit up abruptly against the couch, and he crouches in the same position he was in before, though slightly more vertical. He can't decide whether to look at the floor or at me, and I'm just transfixed by how Jou's changed from the tough kid and even from the sweet guy he is around me. There's something dangerous and sexy, not just beautiful like the usual thing he has around him.
"Jesus," he mutters, licking his lips very slightly. "Yugi, God, I have no fucking idea. Um. Sorry." His voice is rougher than I've heard it since he cried when he thought he couldn't get his sister's surgery paid for.
"No fucking idea about what?" My own voice is strange, too, in that same thick way his has become.
"I just kissed you, right?"
"I would think so," I manage, between laughter. "If that wasn't kissing, I'd like to know what it is and do it again."
Jou's eyebrows arch in disbelief, or at least I think it's disbelief. "You mean... uh... I'm not gay." His machismo is absurd.
"Never said you were. Never said I was, either." My mouth grins of its own accord, even though I'm half paralyzed with fear and apprehension and--desire. That's what it is. This strange testosterone feeling. I move closer to him, and he grabs me again, this time actually moving his lips, his tongue.
He breaks off again, and when I go to grab him, he pins me down again in the same position as when he first kissed me.
"Jou... please?" My voice is strained with want, which feels more and more like need every second that passes as he stares down at me. He looks confused. Like he wants it and is repulsed by it. He's about to move in again when he stops, halfway there, still holding me in the crooks of my elbows.

I nod. "Just for fun."
He takes me over again, and I can feel his zipper straining as he slides my shirt over my head. I can feel my nipples hardening as his mouth bears down on each in turn, and I try not to make much noise.
Only one word comes through all of this, through his grunts and my suppressed moans:
Liar.

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Wow. Either you've made it this far or you've skipped down. Either way, I'm very proud of you.
Well, okay, only proud if you've read the entire thing.
I admit, it's sucky, but I've had this scene playing behind my eyelids... and besides, you need to blame the twin terrors, Mizu-Chan and the Panasonic Princess, for teaming up to force me to write this. Gah.
If you want more, if you're really good and leave a review, even if you say it sucks, though not if you say you don't want it, I'll write more.
::breathe, breathe, run-on sentence::
Thanks again.