Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ No Traffic ❯ Track 3 ( Chapter 3 )

No Traffic

 

A/N: 100 cookies for those who guessed the new character was Ra! Now I have Obelisk, Osiris, and Ra! ::evil laugh::

 

Warning: male x male situations

Lots of evil things happening in this chapter

 

Track 3

A flash of light hue of metallic blue rushed past the viewers, already running the track for an hour. The evening had brought a slightly unfriendly wind, sneaking under the layer of clothes to the skin. The sleeping sun, as it painted the sky with dark colors, brought droplets of rain after the third hour.

 

Bakura and Marik stood by Osiris, wet hair clinging to their frigid skin, away from Yami and Seto who were standing under a tree. They had been out here for an hour only, but Osiris had been watching the Ferrari Modena race around for hours. His heart-shaped face began to show signs of fever with his long hair soaked as if a bucket of water had been dumped on him.

 

“How long do you think he plans on driving like this?” Seto asked, his arms crossed and his face set in a rather irritated fixture. His eyes relayed pity as they scanned over Osiris, and, removing his coat, he returned to Otogi who was sitting in his NSX; the fair youth, startled, glanced up at his lover, “Seto…?”

 

“You were shivering,” came the curt reply, but Otogi simply smiled, enjoying Seto's hand brushing against his shoulders as they placed the long coat over his thin stature; he said nothing even when Seto decided to step out from his indifferent nature and gift him with a kiss.

 

Tongues engaged in their passionate dance, Otogi's fingers searched for something to hold onto; Seto locked his fingers with Otogi's, bringing both hands close to his chest. Pushing Otogi to the other side of his car, he shifted both of their bodies so he was slowly grinding his hips against Otogi's. While his fingers played with Otogi's hair, Seto's ears could only focus on the luscious mewls and moans that slipped past his lover's parted lips. Seto moved his arm so he could undo Otogi's pants when -

 

HONK!

 

Marik burst out laughing, shaking uncontrollably, and pointed at Seto and Otogi, shouting, “You sex-crazed idiots! That's what you get for tryin' to have sex in the public!”

 

Even Yami was having his own share of the amusement, chuckling for the good humor. He was about to throw in his own comment when the blue Modena screeched to a sudden stop, spraying water everywhere.

*^-^*

Ryou looked up from his book when he heard the low purring of his brother's car's engine. When he opened the door, he hadn't expected on seeing a group of drenched guys… and Yami; red spread with furious speed across Ryou's face. Yami simply looked dazzling with the droplets of water bringing sparkles to his blonde bangs, his wet shirt clinging to his skin, and his lively eyes showing no sign of discomfort as he stood out in the cold.

 

“Onii-san, you didn't tell me your friends were coming over,” Ryou inquired, managing to do so without stuttering as he let them inside, “We were studying for a test.”

 

“We?” Bakura repeated, and Ryou, stepping aside to reveal the others, said, “Yugi, Malik, Hoshi and I are studying… I hope that's okay with you.”

“It's fine. I hope we're not bothering you,” a smile brightened Yami's handsome face, and Ryou had to lower his head to hide his blush. From the couch, little Yugi murmured while biting the eraser end of his pencil, “Ne, why doesn't nii-chan say hi to me?”

 

“Because you didn't tell me you were over here. You were irresponsible,” the teasing continued between the two brothers as Yami replied playfully, patting Yugi's cheek and pinching it softly. If only Yami would touch him like that. If only Yami would look at him with such adoration. If only Yami would pinch his cheek and give him that brilliant and stunning smile.

 

“Is there a race tonight?” Malik's voice brought Ryou out of his reverie as the younger Ishtar inquired. The racers shook their heads, rather glumly, and Malik sat up on the floor, drawing his thin legs to his chest as he studied their faces, “Why? I was going to go watch…”

 

“You just wanted to watch Bakura-san get wet! You have the biggest crush on him!” Yugi giggled and immediately hid behind his brother, dodging the cushion thrown at him. His round violet eyes peeked over Yami's shoulder, little hands clinging to his brother for protection.

 

“That's not true!” Malik tried to defend himself while Bakura, unnoticed by Malik, tried to recover from the shock while coughing; Ryou patted his back. When Yugi's giggling showed no sign of stopping, Malik leapt up, stalked over Hoshi's flat form, and lunged for Yugi, growling in frustration when the little one escaped and ran into Ryou's room; the door closed with a slam and everyone heard a click as it was locked, keeping Malik screaming and banging on the door outside.

 

“Yugi!” the chaos was only prolonged when Ryou got up and followed the two, trying to coax Yugi out of his room. He had just cleaned it. He certainly did not want other people's hands touching his things. The white sheets, the clean white sheets, Ryou repeated those words in his mind as he knocked on the door continuously. When he heard Yugi make a sound of fascination, he paled; he shook the doorknob desperately while pleading, “Yugi! Don't touch anything! Please!”

 

Suddenly, Yugi burst out of the room, holding something. Malik started laughing, pointing at the shocked expression on Ryou's face, and began chasing Yugi around the entire house. The chase soon became a ring of four teens running around after each other when Malik accidentally stepped on Hoshi's back, with Ryou trying to stop Yugi to get his precious object back.

 

*^-^*

Derek shoved the last piece of his sub sandwich in his mouth, drowning that as he poured soda in his mouth. Burping loudly, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before leaning forward on his desk, as far as he could without his stomach pushing him back.

 

“So you want to race Yami?” his eyes busily scanned over the figure before him, a hint of saliva slipping from his mouth. His scrutiny ended at the youth's jean-clad legs; never had he seen such shapely legs on a boy. He could only imagine what was under those tight jeans… dark and creamy legs…

 

“The word on the street is, you're the man to go to for what I want.”

 

The laughter that came out of the large man was harsh to the youth's ears; Derek heaved himself up from his chair and walked over to his guest, dominating the youth in height. Capturing the enchanting face in one hand, Derek breathed, “I can give you what you want. I own everything in this city. Sit down, boy. Tell me your name.”

 

Jerking his face back, the youth hissed, “The name's Ra. So are you gonna hook me up with a race or what?”

 

“Not so fast. Yami is in the top league, and you, in my eyes, are still a lowly driver.”

 

At that Ra tossed a heated glare at the man, his fists curling into balls. He couldn't stand being played around like this. He had come too far, endured far too much, to be tossed around like some fool. If he hadn't been wearing gloves, his nails would have pierced his palm from such pressure on the skin. Only determination seemed to dance in those fiery eyes, “What do I have to do?”

 

“There's something I want,” Derek's lips curved upward in a triumphant smile. He had lured the boy into his hands as he had done with everyone else.

 

= = = End of Third Track = = =

 

Author's note: I seriously thought about stopping this story, but I've been getting a lot of encouraging reviews and thought that I should continue until people tell me it stinks. XD

 

This story will have Yami x Ryou romance, but along with others too such as:

Obelisk x Osiris (there's gonna be a lot about them in the next chapter)

Bakura x Malik

Marik x Hoshi

 

Please R&R!