Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Just For Fun ❯ Chapter II ( Chapter 2 )

Oh, hello.
Yeah. Another attempt at Yugi/Jou slash. So it's lemony. Mind that the juice doesn't squirt right into your eyes.
Another fist shake at Ame No Mizu and The Panasonic Princess for getting me wrapped up in this sordid business.
Just a note: don't you love how in almost all fanfics, Yugi's grandpa is ALWAYS out of the house when they're going at it? I mean, the old man can't take that many trips.
Gah. I almost forgot. There is (ahem) A LOT OF LEMON. YAOI ALERT. If you DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT. Though, as I already wrote in the first chapter, I hate it with a fiery passion and I only wrote it as a challenge. Also, I don't own any of the characters. Konami does. I just take 'em out, dirty 'em up (quite a lot, actually) and clean 'em off with Lysol. I eventually replace them in their boxes, albeit sometimes wearing the wrong clothes.
And so we begin...



Chapter 2

The lighting wakes me up, along with the thunder. Jou's arms are wrapped around my waist, so I feel almost protected. He moves slightly, then less gently, and then I can tell he's awake. He sits up with me just as the rain starts beating down on the windows. He's silent as the lightning illuminates the darkened sky and the buildings around us, but it's warm in this room, and his chest is warm against my own as he bears down on me again, like we've been doing for hours now.
It's late, and the fact that Yami isn't here nags at me, gnaws in the back of my skull. For the first time, though, I'm sort of glad that he's not here. If he was here... Jou would be gone. I might make Jou leave.
He called his sister hours ago and said he was staying the night. I figured that it would be making out. Not... this.
Yami would be proud.
It's strange to lie here and think about Yami. This isn't even the first time since Jou started in on me, either.
Oh. except now.
This boy is good. Very.

***

It was all relatively innocent. Kissing, a little hickey-producing, some chest activity. Nothing that would even make a movie rated R. His cell phone went off and he jumped away from me, looking around to see who had intruded. When he realized that it was his own damn phone, he laughed nervously and answered it. It was just some kid asking about homework. By the time Jou got off the phone, I'd put my shirt back on. He growled, almost, and forced it over my head again.
It changed. The air, I mean, not my shirt. Something had shifted, and it was sudden and not at the same time.
I wasn't sure what was happening. Jou had never shown any... interest of this sort before, and in this weird atmosphere he was a beast. Which, at that point, I didn't mind much. But what was going on in my head, rather than my groin, was what kept me from being as uninhibited as Jou was. For a little while, anyway. Until I changed, until I was the one on my knees.
Bullshit. I knew exactly what was happening. I just wasn't sure why.
I'm not sure who Jou likes more: me as me or me as sex me. I'm not even sure he's aware that there's a difference between these two "me"s, though it's obvious to me.

***

"We've got rice cakes and we've got shredded wheat." Lifting these two items from the cabinet, where they are the only occupants, I peer into the box of shredded wheat, then set it on the counter. "Make that just rice cakes."
"Damn it, Mutou, don't you have anything edible in the house?" Jou's use of my last name snaps me back into reality. The one where all that last night was just, I don't know, letting off steam or whatever.
"No. Granpa's been gone for a few days, and you know Yami and Bakura don't go to the supermarket when they go out." Okay, unless they were going behind it to make out, but that's pretty unlikely. Bakura can be an exhibitionist, but those two have more (ahem) comfortable options. I kept this thought to myself; Jou seems, if anything, hungover. Though I don't remember any alcohol-imbibing last night.
"Fine. I'll have some." He burrows his head in his hands, then looks up, half-smiling, mumbling "please" as an afterthought.
Some light slitting in from between the Venetian blinds sifts right across his face, lighting up his face and illuminating his eyes so that they look like carnival glass, or maybe absinthe. Something green and fey and inhuman. I grab some cakes and shove them onto a plate, handing them to Jou, who starts munching them and then, between falling crumbs, thanks me. I brush some rice cake remains from the collar of his shirt--it's the school uniform, the same one he was wearing when he came over, but it's even more wrinkled than he usually wears it.
He gets up from the rickety kitchen stool and goes to the fridge, where he finds an overwhelmingly empty fridge. After turning around to glare at me jokingly, he grabs some iced tea and downs it straight from the bottle, screwing the cap back on tightly and replacing it.
I know I shouldn't be staring at him, but when he's standing there, looking lighter, less grounded on Earth than I've ever seen him, I don't know what else to do.
I go over to him as he stands in a few strands of light, his eyes gazing blankly at the window, and wrap my arms around him from behind. He turns his head slightly, and I kiss my way up his neck, liking how his frame, taller, heavier, stronger than mine, falls into me. He's giving me power, more so than when we duel, more so than ever. Now it doesn't matter that I'm the geek and he's the fighter kid. He's also giving me trust.
That's not new. We're friends
"One more go," I mutter to him. He nods, barely, his hair tickling my cheek.
My hands shake as I start unzipping his fly awkwardly, in the position I'm in from behind him. The sharp metal sound catches on my ears in the stillness and silence around us. My breath catches more than once, and I twist him around so he faces me. His eyes are closed, and there's a frown worrying his face into lines that he's earned. A scar running across his jawline reflects some light. When he lets out a small moan, I realize that I've been neglecting him for... him.
I kneel down, and he gives some appreciative sound, something stuck between a grunt and a moan.
Jou always has been easy to please...

***

"Jou, you're never gonna fit into my shirt, no matter how much you try." I chuckle at him, then wrestle my shirt off his shoulders, where it won't even button. Picking his shirt up from under the table, I push it into his hand and look over at him, half-naked in the kitchen. The clock on the stove reads "11:45," which means that we've officially taken an hour and a half to christen this kitchen. Though something gives me the feeling that Yami's done that before. Was that with Marik or Bakura? I'll never be sure, and I'd never ask him something like that. It'd make me seem far more interested than I am--and besides, I'm not exactly thrilled that such things go on in the place where I prepare and eat food. Even if there isn't food to prepare or eat. Even if I'm the one doing things.
"I gotta get home, Yugi." He buttons his cuffs, an unusually formal gesture for the Jou I know. Let's ignore the fact that the Jou I know wouldn't do any of the things he's done to me, and the Jou I knew wouldn't allow me to do what I've done to him. "I promised the sister that I'd take her out shopping--" Here he makes a face "--around one, and as is, I'm gonna get home, like, fifteen to."
'Yeah, yeah. That's what they always say." I pout at him, and his features soften as he pulls me against him by my wrists, then slides his mouth against mine.
Some familiar blonde spiky swagger comes into my vision from between the frames of the inside open window of the kitchen. I push against Jou slightly, hoping he'll get the hint, but he just holds me tighter. When he finally lets me go, I step about four feet to his left, almost falling down in my haste.
"Oh, hi, Yami."


----------------

Evil cliffie! :evillaugh:
This piece of insanity, boredom, and above all, though I shouldn't say it, love was because of Ame-No-Mizu and The Panasonic Princess. Without their fanfics I wouldn't have had a clue where to start. Without them poking me with sticks and fingernails whenever our paths unluckily crossed, I wouldn't have entertained the idea of writing this, this yaoi thing that is strangely addictive.
So I'm not sure whether I kiss them or kill them.
Review and tell me which you think I should do...