Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Out and Out ❯ Out and Out ( One-Shot )

Out and Out

 

By: Sisco

 

Ratings: R - NC-17

Pairings: Valon x Joey

Warnings: Hazardous stuff. Wear a hard helmet! Oo'

Disclaimers: I don't own the characters, or for that matter the entire show.

Summary: Life sure as hell couldn't get much worse just by sitting in a rotting alleyway and the only friends you have were rats and cockroaches. Well, that's what Joey thought anyways.

 

Dedicated to Jessica!

 

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It wasn't that Joey's father kicked him out. It was far from that. He just wanted the old man to leave him alone. Somewhere dark and dank would be nice, or not quite so dank. He didn't want to go to his friends, knowing that they would think his father was a miserable man and then they would want him to move in with one of them, but Joey didn't want that. His father was a good man, just not when drunk.

 

Joey shuttered violently when the stench of garbage and sickly old men filled his nostrils. He found a spare cardboard box next to a dumpster that he took refuge in for the night. He covered himself with his blue denim jacket and wished that he brought something heavier. It was still cold, so he did the only thing that'd keep him warm. Shiver. The box was better than a hooker's bedroom. Actually, the hooker's bedroom probably would have been better. It didn't take long for the teen to shut down all his senses and fall asleep.

 

Not even an hour later into the night; Joey heard a loud rumbling at the foot of his box and then a roar, as if it had found something of its taste to devour. Joey shifted slightly to see what was disturbing him from his less than, comfortable slumber. He grumbled, realizing that it was a motorcycle. Probably a pervert wanted to take home some action. Maybe the biker would leave Joey alone if he though the teen was still asleep.

 

Joey rolled onto his back, glad that there was a top over his box so the other couldn't see if he was awake or asleep. He steadily closed his eyes, ready for the next hour of snooze. They abruptly shook Joey awake and pulled him out of his temporary bed by the ankle. “What the fuck?” He yelped. He twisted his body frantically to get away from the tight grip. “Leave me alone! I'm not some prostitute that you can take home and screw!” He looked up at the attacker and gasped sharply. “Valon!”

 

The biker smiled disdainfully and released his grip from around the blonde teen's ankle. “I thought it might have been you. Just by your tacky sneakers.” He pointed to Joey's shoes and cackled. “I've always heard that you were called a dog, but I didn't think you lived like one.”

 

“Shut up,” Joey barked. “I'm just here for tonight because my old man is drunk and wouldn't let me sleep.” He heaved a sigh before asking sternly. “What do you want? A duel? I'm too tired to duel with you right now! Other than that, I would have been more than happy to kick your ass.”

 

Valon shook his head and smirked at the haughty words. “No, I'm not here to duel your pathetic hide. I was just curious to know if it was you or not.” He started back to his bike and stared at the teen from over his shoulder. “I'll give you a better place to sleep if you want.” He winced from his `kind' offer.

 

Was that a hint of humanity from the biker? Joey sneered as he collapsed back into his box. “No thanks. I'll be just fine here. Besides, you'd probably want something in return, like my soul.” He was about to fall asleep when the top of his box was ripped away. He narrowed his gaze at the spiky haired biker whom stared amusedly down at him.

 

“No, I won't. I promise you, mate. I just can't stand to see my opponent sleeping so lowly like this. I'd rather have honor sleeping in a normal bed than in a…smelly alley.”

 

Joey debated this with his self-humiliation and decided that Valon was right. A nice, warm bed would be nice. He nodded curtly as he pulled on his coat and stood clumsily, toppling into Valon's arms. He blushed faintly and pushed away from the biker, only to trip over the back of the box and fall against the hard, cemented ground. Luckily, he didn't hurt his head, only his pride. He grunted as he tried to stand again. A sharp pain stabbed him in the spine, causing him to groan in agony. “Ah, that hurts. I guess that's what I get for sleeping on the ground.”

 

Valon smirked as he grabbed Joey's arm and wrapped it around his shoulders. “Don't worry, mate. I've got ya!”

 

The blonde teen sighed in disgust with himself as he allowed the biker to lead him toward the motorcycle. He climbed onto the seat to sit in the middle. He wasn't sure if Valon wanted him in the front or the back. He was going to scoot to the back until Valon pushed him toward the handles and sat in back instead. He could feel his whole body turn red as Valon's warm chest pressed against his back. Yes, the warmth. Something that he'd been wanting all night. He pushed against the other's body and flinched when he heard a sharp intake of breath. He stared at the biker from over his shoulder and smiled weakly. “Um…sorry. I didn't mean to.”

 

Valon shook his head. “It's okay.” Unbeknownst to the honey-eyed teen, Valon was enjoying the soft texture to the blonde strands against his cheek, and the strong back pressing against his chest. He never realized he was about to pounce his unsuspecting prey until the teen pulled away, bringing him out of his reverie.

 

Joey leaned forward, allowing the driver to see more clearly ahead of them. He didn't understand why Valon allowed him to sit up front. Wouldn't the back have been better? Of course, if he were sitting in back he wouldn't feel as warm than he did up front. He stool a glance at the biker from over his shoulder as they pulled away from the alley and started down the highway. “I guess I should thank you.”

 

“It's nothing. I just felt sorry for you,” Valon smirked.

 

The blonde teen snorted at the mock. “I should force you to veer off the road or something for that remark.”

 

“Then we would crash. You wouldn't want that would you?”

 

“At least I would have gone down happy.”

 

They shared an awkward silence until Joey sat up more and stared at Valon. “When this is over with, are we enemies again?”

 

Valon didn't respond for a moment and then nodded reluctantly. “They always say, you should never aid or bed the enemy because they could turn against you when you've turned your back. However, I can't see that in someone like you. Too me, you appreciate anything that's handed to you in good will.”

 

Joey chuckled. “I think you got me confused with Yugi. I'm the one that WILL turn on ya.”

 

“We'll see,” Valon replied softly. He leaned forward and breathed hotly into Joey's ear as he whispered, “what if I added something more to the hospitality, mate?”

 

“Wha-?” Joey barely asked. The hot air rushing into his ear made him dizzy and hard. “Stop that,” he demanded inaudibly. /No! Don't stop! Keep coming. I want to feel more. Ack! What am I thinking? /

 

Valon smiled as he licked the rim of Joey's ear. “Or what?”

 

Joey moaned and rested his head against Valon's shoulder. “Or I'll…kill you.” He shuttered violently as the spiky haired teen moved down to his vulnerable neck and nibbled on the soft flesh.

 

“Somehow, I doubt that's possible with the state you're in, mate.” Valon pulled off into a hotel parking lot and held the helpless teen against his side as they walked into the office and rented a room for the night. The clerk couldn't help but smile at the blonde boy who was nuzzling Valon's neck and nipping at it gently.

 

They found their room and stumbled in, just to find the bed in the appropriate spot.

 

Joey ended up on bottom with Valon kissing him passionately.

 

Their clothes quickly found themselves a new place on the floor next to the nightstand.

 

Valon had found the lube in his pants before he had discarded them. He started working on coating his member and stretching Joey's entrance with just two fingers. He probably should have used three, but Joey was becoming too anxious to wait anymore. He positioned himself against the tight ring of muscle before pushing in and relaxing.

 

Joey arched his back and moaned to the thick intrusion. It was instantly pleasurable just as it was uncomfortable. He rocked his hips side to side; trying to focus on finding the central of nerves that he knew would send him into a heavenly fit.

 

The biker started thrusting, stroking the tight, inner walls of his new lover. He smiled when Joey yelped in pleasure, and realized that he had found the core of all pleasure. He repeatedly stroked and struck the bundle of nerves, enjoying the exotic sounds erupting from Joey's throat. He grasped the blonde boy's neglected member and started pumping it in time with his thrusts.

 

Joey entangled his fingers into the sheets as he finally released his pleasure all over their bodies.

 

Valon leaned forward as the muscles clinched around his organ, forcing him to cum hard and thick. He stared tiredly into Joseph's honey coated eyes and smiled. “You sure are tight, mate. Not that I'm complaining,” he smirked and kissed the tip of Joey's nose.

 

“Mate.” Joey rolled that around in his head for a moment. “I like that word.” He hugged the biker around the neck until their bodies, moist with semen and sweat, connected, keeping the other warm for the entire night. “Don't leave me…” Joey whispered before falling into a blissful sleep for once.

 

Valon smiled as kissed the soft lips and followed Joey into his dreams.

 

The End