Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Love and the Dead ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

~Joey~

Joey grabbed the bag of cocaine off the table at the rave. He was addicted to cocaine. He was also addicted to alchohal. He was the main drug dealer in school, but his price was that you either payed him 200 dollars for a smoke, or you fucked him like a bitch in heat. Not bad. Making out all day wasn't bad. And everyone knew that Joey would fuck a boy or a girl without a second thought. A lot of people payed in actual money, but all the sluts payed by fucking him crazy. Especialy that guy who had crept into his bedroom late last Friday night. It had taken him a good 4 days to recover from that.

I wanna fuck that guy again. He was really good. I think I might actually be in love.

Those thoughts were a shock to Joey. Love? He had only met the guy on Friday, and already he had feelings for him. Yeah, that guy had made his body temperature rise about 20 degrees, but that didn't make love.

Maybe its…

~Joey's Flashbacks~

After Joey's climax, they had made out for the rest of the night. He had loved it when his mystery man had picked him up, set him on his feet on the floor, then, after wrapping his arms around Joey, leaned forward and kissed him. It was a serious, I love you so much that I want to marry you, you are the love of my life, kiss. Their tongues were dancing together, two gay, horny boys making out in the middle of the room.

~Malik and Honda~

Malik and Honda walked in the door. They just came home from school. Malik sits down to watch TV. Honda sat down to watch TV next to Malik. Malik was watching some stupid cooking show. Honda reached over, got the remote, and changed the channel.

"Hey! I was watching that!"

"Well, I didn't wanna watch it!"

"Well then fuck you, cause I wanna watch it!"

"No, fuck you!"

"Fine. If that's how its gonna be, get outta my house, ya asshole!"

Honda stared at Malik. Malik had been mad at him before but he had never told Honda to leave.

"Fine. Why would I wanna live in this hellhole with a bitch like you anyway? Goodbye. I aint never coming back"

Honda walked out the door.

Standing inside, it hit Malik hard in the face. Honda, his (so called) love, had left. From the looks of things, he wasn't coming back. Malik punched the wall repeatedly until his knuckles bled. Even then, he kept punching, leaving red stains on the white walls. Tears fell down his face, the saltiness resting on his lips. Malik wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and went upstairs.

~Honda~

In the car, Honda was crying as well. He knew that the whole fight was his fault, and that he should go back and apologize, but his ego stopped him. If he did that, would Malik take advantage of it in the future. Tristans mind and hands were not connected, because in a while, he was at the cheapest bar in town, when he had driven off, destination of a bed and breakfast.

~Malik~

Malik sat up in his room with his Yami, analyzing his emotions for Honda. Did he really love Honda, or did he just not want to be alone in a world of straight people, with only Malik, Kaiba, and Yami Yugi? Was Joey his love?

Yami Malik sat beside him, trying to help, but being more of a nuisance.

"Malik, apologize to Honda."

Malik looked at his Yami in surprise.

"Because you really do love him, not Joey."

Yami Malik tried to look genuine, but he failed hopelessly. Malik caught the twinkle in his eye when Joey was mentioned.

His Yami was in love with Joey Wheeler.