Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Simple ❯ Mistake ( Chapter 3 )

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Note: Story will be updated every Wednesday
Warning: TONS of cursing throughout story
Chapter Warning: Lemon, underage drinking, mass confusion and mentions of rape and blackouts due to alcohol consumption
Lemon Warning: If you want to skip the lemon, don't read the first part of this chapter
Also keep in mind that they are teenagers so they do stupid things...like underage drinking and being stupid because that's what teenagers do. We like to be very stupid. Although, normally not THIS stupid for the most part. I do know people who ARE this stupid as teenagers. (And I say stupid with the deepest of affections.)
Lemon Note: I have a friend who does it like the situation mentioned below as in dry and they say it's better like that and completely painless if they're careful. ANYWAYS, yeah, so keep that all in mind. Again, if you want to skip the lemon, skip the first part of the chapter. The lemons actually DO serve a purpose, though, so yeah, I didn't just write it and post it without a reason...
Chapter III: Mistake
Yami reeked of alcohol and he was swaying slightly to one side, but he looked oddly regal even like this; maybe it was the straight back. Yugi didn't know but he kind of envied the fact that Yami could be piss-faced drunk and still look imposing like this. He took his gaze off the way that Yami's body was leaning to the left and locked eyes with him, mouth opening slightly; Yami's expression was painted with anguish, dark with remorse, and hollow with sorrow.
"My younger cousin got hit by a car and he's in a coma…"
His rich baritone voice was thick and slurred the words at him, all of them coming out of his mouth at once, but there was something about his voice that allowed Yugi to separate them into the sentence they were meant to be.
"Are you okay?"
It wasn't the typical response but the situation was anything but typical. Yami Sennen, one of the "hottest guys in school" according to almost the entire female population of Domino High was drunk in front of him, swaying to one side, and positivelyreekedof alcohol. How many people could claim that the smartest guy in school came to their houses like this?
His head shook for a moment and when Yugi opened his mouth again, suddenly Yami had moved to grab him, their lips pressed together and their tongues moving against each other even as Yami's left leg clumsily pushed the door shut behind him and he lurched backwards when he stepped to lock the door behind him. His grip on Yugi's school jacket was tight and restraining, as if he were scared to let go, and Yugi found that oddly enough, he did not want Yami to stop and the way that Yami's tongue worked against his, despite tasting of the beer or wine he had consumed, may not have been the first kiss he had always expected and far from the person he expected it to be with, but it was not horrible either. Maybe a little clumsy because Yami's tongue seemed confused too, batting at his and then pausing and batting again when Yami seemed to run out of things to do. First the swirling clockwise, encircling his tongue, and then counterclockwise and then reverse and back, pausing several times as if he couldn't remember which way he was going before then, and then he was stroking and batting, trying to get Yugi to play with him back.
But Yugi was horribly inexperienced and he had no idea what he was supposed to do but he needed to breathe too and his head felt a little light from the lack of oxygen; Yami seemed to be lightheaded too because he pulled away and then buried his face in the crook of his neck, panting while Yugi drew in large gulps of air, eyes wide and dazed. Hmm…who was Yami's first kiss?
He didn't get a chance to ask before Yami seemed to have caught his breath and his tongue was back, swirling at a slower pace, alternating between swirls and strokes, batting once and then flipping over to so both undersides of their tongues were pressed together; Yugi blinked in shock. The feel was oddly, sinfully delicious, and the more Yami's tongue flipped and touched his, the more their lips worked against each other's, the more he could taste past the alcohol. Maybe Yami had not drunk nearly as much as he initially thought.
Oh crap. This was the first time Yami had ever drank, wasn't it?
That would mean less beer would get him just as plastered as the world's worst alcoholic when they got their fix.
Yami tasted strange. Beneath the coating of alcohol that was starting to fade the more their tongues danced together, he tasted like ice, water, no…that was mint. He tasted like mint, cool and refreshing like ice or water. That was what Yami tasted like, but there was something else mixed in with that too…
He didn't get a chance to think more on that because Yami pulled away and then looked around, almost confused by his surroundings as he breathed harder and then looked at him. Definitely confusion. "Where are the stairs again?"
Yugi had a moment where he wondered if Yami was going to be sick or if he had to pee and while he couldn't decide which to place his bet on, he still led the way upstairs and to his room, about to gesture him into the bathroom until Yami's mouth hit his again and his muscle was completely in his mouth, swirling clockwise and then counterclockwise and back and forth like he had downstairs. Oh yes, Yami was an awkward creature when he was drunk.
Yugi would have laughed his ass off if Yami wasn't kissing him and if Yami's hands weren't messing with his jacket, pulling him closer even as Yami started moving forward and Yugi backed up. Maybe the kiss was a little awkward but it was not bad. It was actually rather enjoyable aside from the fact that Yami seemed so confused with his movements. And it wasn't as though Yami was rough or forcing himself on him; his tongue was soft in its movements even if it was a little on the fast side.
Yugi didn't push him away even when his knees hit the back of his bed and he fell with Yami between his slightly opened legs. It was strange but Yami's groin pressing against his made his pants tighten. The attention Yami was giving him, the softness of his urgent touches, it was definitely different from the attention he was used to getting; it was much different from the attention that he got from Joey who always tried to change him, from Ushio who was always pointing at how short he was, from Tristan who always had that disinterested expression, and especially from Tea who paid him attention for only short amounts of time.
Yami's groin ground into his, his right hand slid under his tank top and up his stomach, pressing flat against his soft skin; Yugi found that he loved this attention that Yami was giving him. It was so much different from the attention that anyone else gave him and the fact that Yami was willing to give it to him, even if it was a little different from the usual attention that he gave him, it was still right in its own way and Yugi didn't want to fight it; after having Tea flirt with the boy on top of him right in front of him, he had to admit that the attention was soothing, a balm that burned through him like warm flames, perfect in its own right. Not to mention that after being rejected in less-than-direct ways several times, to be paid this much attention, even in a drunken haze or by a male, it was rather fulfilling.
Yugi had never felt wanted like this. Half the time he never felt wanted. He felt like Tea used him to make herself seem more selfless when she protected him from whatever she felt was a threat towards him. He felt like Joey used him as a sidekick. Ushio used him as some kind of mix between a punching bag and an advisor for stupid stuff like the girl he wanted. Tristan was just there; they hung out but they were not close and he was definitely just there half the time for Joey because they grew up together. And then there was Yami, who treated him like a person, was not afraid to fight with him, was willing to pay him attention that was not biased in any way, was seemingly willing to give him almost anything he wanted if he just asked.
Now his erection was pressed and grinding, rubbing against him in a sinfully beautiful way that made his pants tighten to a point that he had only once gotten to while watching Tea dance. Yami's hands were warm, his palm was soft and hesitant almost as if he were waiting for him to give direction; Yami didn't move aside from grinding a little more and then pulling his mouth away to press his face into the crook of his neck. And then Yami asked him something that Yugi would not have expected.
"Is this okay?"
Yugi would be lying if he said that it was not okay; in fact, it was more than okay.
"Y…yeah."
He shouldn't have, but he really expected Yami to start sticking his tongue down his throat and he actually missed the feel of it when Yami didn't return his face to his. Instead, he was overwhelmed by the sensation of Yami kissing up and down his neck, wet butterfly kisses that made his back arch further into the body over him and his legs wrap around his waist in unbidden lust. Every time their erections touched, Yugi felt tremors of excitement course through his entire being.
Yami was confused. His head was swirling with too many emotions. He was scared for his cousin and he was scared that he might hurt Yugi, he was scared because he had no idea what to do sexually and he was beyond scared of the aspect of handing control over to Yugi if they went farther. He was tired of being scared and he was tired of the taste of alcohol in his mouth. His head had this strange humming sensation in the back that was annoying but not painful and he was a little lightheaded from not breathing enough. He was turned on beyond belief and his pants were so tight that he felt like he didn't have enough blood in his head; briefly the idea of the humming in the back of his mind was the reason behind not having enough blood crossed his mind but then it was gone again before he could focus on that at all. He was worried about how he would measure up with whoever else Yugi had slept with and then blind panic exploded in the back of his head at the thought that he was going to fully go through with this.
But still his movements did not stop. Did not slow. Did not once falter.
Yugi started scooting backwards, pulling at Yami's shirt to see if he would follow; for a long moment Yami was confused by the movement and stared at him with that same expression he had worn downstairs. His head was tilted slightly, his eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes narrowed a little, his lips were pulled into a small tight line and when Yugi looked into his gaze, it was predominantly lighter than its usual crimson hue. But then he followed, that same expression growing a little different with each small step he crawled.
Yugi only stopped when his head was against the pillow and Yami was hovering over him, kept in his grip by the legs around his waist; Yugi watched him for a moment and then saw that Yami was lost somewhere in his head, still completely confused and staring at the pillow as if he couldn't figure out where it came from. And for the first time Yugi realized that Yami was wearing the clothes that they had gotten at the mall; a black tank top under a black leather jacket that was wrinkled and shown in the dim lighting of his lamp, a pair of black skinny jeans with a chain on the right pocket, a studded gray-black belt and even the flat-soled Converse sneakers with the black and red designs on them.
Why was Yugi letting this happen? Why was Yami doing this? His head hurt a little too much and the confusion was becoming tenfold, his mind was fuzzy, and coherent thought was making it feel like he was growing cotton between his ears. He shouldn't be doing this; he knew that much. He was never supposed to do something like this. It was immoral, wrong…but then it felt so right and he'd never been this hard in his life. Did alcohol do that? Or was this him? Maybe it was Yugi…?
For a moment Yami didn't move and Yugi was briefly curious if Yami would throw up because he looked terrified and a little green around the edges. But then Yami pulled back a little and started to pull at his jacket, looking confused again when he couldn't get it off of him at this position; Yugi sat up for him and Yami looked satisfied and beyond proud of himself when he pulled it off and then looked around and tossed it onto his desk chair.
Yugi would have laughed at the proud look when his jacket landed in the seat cushion but then felt Yami pulling his shirt off, causing him to straighten his arms when Yami made a growling noise of pure frustration at his lack of cooperation. As soon as the shirt was off, Yami was wetting his lips with his soft moist muscle and Yugi was embarrassingly focused on that pink tongue, unable to look away. Yami must have noticed because before Yugi could say or do anything further, his lips were against his again, warm and soft and moving as Yami's tongue worked against his.
Yugi pushed back, closing his eyes, and Yami let him take over, his tongue stilling and his lips pressed against his just enough for him to feel him but not enough to try to take control again; Yugi briefly thought about copying Yami's kissing technique but pushed the thought away immediately to instead map the top of Yami's mouth with his tongue, earning him a warm moan from the back of his throat. He was so busy working on Yami's mouth that he missed it when Yami's hands snapped the button of his jeans and slid his fingers in to work at his hips.
Yugi squirmed. He had never once been touched around the hips. Yami's touch was warm and light and gossamer but it still made him nervous. When Yami's hands settled into a warm firm yet light grip on his hips, his fingertips pressing a little more firmly than his palms, Yugi felt a tremor go through him again. Yami obviously felt it because his hands left after a moment but not for long when Yugi grabbed them and pressed them against his hips again, reassuring him even as his tongue continued working against his; maybe he was just desperate to lose his virginity.
Maybe that was why he was letting Yami continue instead of pushing him away like he knew he should have. Or maybe it was the attention Yami was feeding him. Or maybe it was the prospect of being wanted. Maybe it was the way Yami tasted despite the alcohol tainting his mouth. Or maybe it was the sensation that this, for whatever reason, felt right in every way. Or maybe he was just wrong in the head…but he did not regret what he was doing. He could find no reason to push Yami away.
Maybe it was just some kind of instant infatuation or the attention was getting to his head but either way, he did not stop him when Yami slid his pants down and pulled away from him to get them completely off, kicking his own shoes off in the process; he looked at them like he couldn't figure out what they were doing there and Yugi could not help the small laugh that escaped his lips. Yami looked confused at the sound but then looked at him and beamed as Yugi started to pull at his jacket, throwing it onto the computer chair with his pants as well. While Yami beamed at him, Yugi continued stripping him down to nothing but his underwear and socks; when he tried to get at Yami's socks Yami swatted his hands away with a comical glare.
Yugi didn't mind the whole aspect of socks being on anyways; he was wearing them too and Yami didn't really look inclined towards taking his off either. Besides, having an article of clothing on was oddly comforting since the rest of him was going to be naked. Yami leaned between his legs again and Yugi felt his erection much stronger than he had before; Yami was a lot larger than he had initially felt with the restraining pants he had been wearing. The boxers did nothing to hide the massive bulge and Yugi found that he was excited as hell by this prospect.
At least if he was going to do this, it wasn't a tiny penis that was going to be inside of him; then again, he had a moment where he wondered if a larger penis would hurt more than a smaller one but pushed this away.
Yami buried his face into the crook of his neck and mumbled a soft, "You okay?" that was slurred but sounded oddly coherent at the same time.
"Mmhmm."
"Want me to stop?"
"No."
Yami ignored the nagging panic that swept through the back of his mind and closed his eyes for a moment, drawing in a breath. "You want to keep going?" This time it was thick with something other than the alcohol consumption, fear taking its place as his undertone.
"Yes."
Yugi didn't get a chance to say anything else because Yami's mouth was back on his and he was over whatever fear that had been in his voice; his left hand was suddenly sliding up his leg and under his boxers but was not touching his erection yet. Yugi waited a single second and then counted in his head, letting the fear of Yami's penis being too big to fit inside of him despite the fact that he was supposed to stretch to accommodate him flow through him before pushing it away again. Yami moved his hand when Yugi didn't object and then gripped at the top of Yugi's boxers, pulling the waistband slightly; Yugi felt nervousness course through him as Yami pulled away from his mouth and started easing his boxers off.
Yugi would have panicked if he didn't see the look on Yami's face. He himself looked scared but he also had this kindness to his eyes that very clearly stated that he was not going to hurt him. Even past the confusion it was very clear in his eyes and Yugi loved it because it was different from the looks that anyone else had ever given him. Even his own parents had never given him that look, not that they were around very often to give it to him, and while his grandpa was the only constant parental figure in his life, he was just as commonly in Egypt as he was in Japan.
Then again, he had never been in a situation where someone would have to give him a look such as this one.
He watched Yami shed his own boxers and swallowed. Yugi himself was not tiny but he was just above average at eight inches and Yami was definitely bigger than that; he bit his lip hard, wetting them a moment later as Yami pulled him a little closer and then looked around in thorough confusion again.
"We'll have to go dry," Yugi muttered, frowning. "I don't have lubricant or lotion. We could just use spit, maybe?"
Yami stared at him as if he had lost his mind for a moment and then murmured, "Blowjob?" in a thick, slurred, confused voice.
"Err…I could try…"
And then Yami ignored it altogether and gently started to touch his anus, his index finger rimming the ring of muscle for a moment and then pressing his finger inside. Yami may have been an awkward drunk. And he may have been clumsy, but he was not unkind and he was not uncaring. As soon as Yugi tensed around his fingertip because of the uncomfortable sensation of it all, he didn't move it. Yugi could not relax for a full minute, nerves getting to him, but Yami also didn't move at all, watching him with a weird expression, a mixture between confusion and concern and sharp intelligence behind the haze of alcohol.
Apparently the beer he had consumed did nothing to impair his judgment outside of this confusion that seemed to have constant residence on his face this entire night. When Yugi relaxed completely again, only then did Yami move his finger further inside of him, sheathing it and pausing for several moments before pumping it slowly in and out of him; it was uncomfortable to the extreme at first and then it started to feel good.
Yugi was still confused about why he was letting this happen. In fact his mind was still trying to catch up with his actions. He was actually doing this and the idea seemed foreign to him. He had imagined his first time to be with Tea, to be with a girl, and yet here was Yami who was far from female with his throbbing erection pressing against his thigh when he moved to get a better angle with his finger.
Yami was confused as to why this was happening as well. He'd never exactly felt anything for anyone else and yet here he was thrusting a finger in and out of Yugi Motou of all people. The school bad boy was beneath the "geek" of the school.
When his second finger entered him Yugi tensed up again and Yami waited the entire time until he relaxed again thirty seconds later; he waited a little longer until he felt that he should move again, and Yugi felt an overwhelming amount of pleasure as Yami's fingers started to touch his prostate. The mewl came out unbidden and confused by the sensation but Yami laughed softly with a small smile at the adorableness of the sound; Yugi swallowed a little and then Yami leaned forward and pressed his lips to his, the mewling making tingles run down the taller boy's spine.
The third finger was noticed but his body didn't try to reject it like it had the other two; instead he welcomed it mentally with a small mewl. The pumping continued and Yugi's tongue continued playing with Yami's inside his mouth. He had to admit that his fingers were somewhat clumsy and sloppy in their actions but they hit his prostate each time and the pleasure made Yugi's stomach coil. Yugi let out a whimper at the loss when Yami's fingers pulled away but then Yugi felt the head of his penis at the entrance and his stomach made a small jumping motion.
This was actually happening…
It was mind boggling that he did not want this to stop and it was more so how much Yami cared, how much attention he was paying to him.
Yami had pulled away, watching him closely as he pushed in a little and every time Yugi tensed Yami stopped; how he was doing this when he was drunk was beyond him but then maybe it was just a testament to the caring nature he had been exposed to every time they were around each other despite the way they fought constantly, the caring nature he had witnessed upon seeing him and Mana and Mahado after school the first day of their project. Yami seated himself six minutes later, both hands falling to brace himself at the sides of Yugi's shoulders, holding himself up and watching him again.
Yugi nearly cracked up when Yami's tongue snaked out the left side of his mouth, curving up and the underside of the muscle deliciously pink and inviting; Yugi furrowed his brows and found that Yami was completely focused now, tongue out and pressed against the skin of his mouth to make this display of concentration even more comical and somehow worrisome. The only thing that kept him from laughing out loud at this look was the single realization that they were going bareback and without lubrication and it was enough to make fear press into his skeletal system.
"W-wait," Yugi stammered, grabbing at his shoulders and watching with wide eyes as Yami stopped and looked at him, thoroughly confused and his tongue still sticking out of the left corner of his mouth, blinking a few times. "A-are you…are you clean?"
Yami blinked once and then again and his tongue somehow remained as it was even around his words as he murmured, "Of course I am. I'm still a virgin" in a singsong voice that made Yugi smile a little and nod to which Yami slowly started moving a little, completely missing it when Yugi admitted, "So am I" under his breath.
He had no rhythm. He was completely, utterly sloppy and Yugi couldn't match his thrusts which were slow but growing in speed for the life of him, finding that it was nearly impossible for him to even know when Yami was pulling out and thrusting in. He didn't pause from hitting his prostate each time however, which was kind of surprising to Yugi because, hell, he couldn't understand how Yami managed to remember it when he was drunk like this.
He had to admit that it was kind of funny in its own weird way. Yami, piss-faced drunk was sloppy as hell, had no rhythm for Yugi to match, was hitting his prostate with the goofiest sex face ever. Tongue out like a concentrated little kid, eyes shaded with focus, his breath coming out in ragged pants as his thrusts grew tenfold in speed, sounding almost like a dog with the speed and heavy breaths that came out of him with his movements. Yugi did not find this to be degrading in the least, however, because he was obviously taking care of him despite it all, because he was making this as enjoyable as possible for him, and the noises he was making mixed in with his mewls of pleasure, were somehow even more stimulating and somewhat comforting.
He wasn't sure how it was comforting but it was. It was the strangest thing in his mind but it was what it was. He guessed it was because Yami was enjoying himself just as much as Yugi was and again Yugi had a moment where the idea that the attention might have been the major factor in all of this. It was new, it was different and Yugi had never been wanted in this way. He'd never even been given a look of lust before Yami had walked into his house.
Most glances at him were scornful for his troublemaking and others were curious as to what the choker around his neck meant. Some were looking at him as if he was too small to be worth anything and he hated the attention that he was given outside of what Yami showed him.
Yami kissed at his neck now, overloading his senses with the overdose of attention that was hitting him. The kisses were heated with his breath as he panted, wet with the small licks of his tongue between his lips, and overwhelming with the affection that hit him with the touches to his neck.
Yugi arched his back into him and Yami panted again without so much as pausing his movements. He was warm against him, his penis was hard and pressed between their bodies due to the movements and Yugi brought a hand up to grab at his shoulders, sinking his nails into his skin. His right hand traveled to his chest and then to his stomach where a pack of six abs rolled beneath his palm, the sensation even more impossibly stimulating.
He felt stupid for not having looked Yami over aside from his penis before they started but he felt that maybe it was better to have it be a surprise like this because it was definitely more fun this way. If he had looked it would have been more of a little display rather than exploration during sex.
Again Yami's mouth was at his neck and Yugi felt a small sting against his flesh when Yami nipped a little too hard to be gentle but not hard enough to actually hurt past the initial moment of his teeth against his soft skin. But it was enough to make the coil in his stomach tighten and then release and his orgasm coated Yami's stomach and his hand and the tightening of the muscles in his ass made Yami come a second later, the release warm in his body.
Yami fell against him a second later, his breathing hard against his neck; he was heavy but not too heavy, still kissing his neck warmly before he pulled away after a few minutes to catch his breath and fall at his side. Yugi was lucky that his bed had been unmade as he and Yami would have been rolling on his comforter otherwise. When Yami settled into his side, it was strange but still proved to show that he cared even if only in the moment; he was pulled closer to the taller boy's body, held firmly in his side with his head taking residence in the crook of his neck again. Yugi had to squirm to get the top of the sheets with his fingertips but when he did, he pulled them over them and Yami was passed out with a mumbled, "Night."
Yugi didn't know if he should repeat the statement and instead closed his eyes and fell asleep with Yami holding him tightly and the single thought that he might be able to get used to it.

Yami woke up to a strange raw throbbing in the back of his head and a mouth as dry as cotton and tasting disgusting. His face was pressed against something smooth and warm that kept going up and down and there was a soft noise somewhere above his head every time it fell back down again. He stirred and then froze when he realized who it was he was sleeping next to.
Panic spread through his entire system. Yugi, this was Yugi…
He breathed hard for a few long minutes and then looked around. Maybe he was a little fuzzy on the details, but he knew that he had in fact been inside of the smaller teen, that they'd made out, and his heart twisted in pain. He was in so much trouble. He was in trouble…
That throbbing was growing a little, irking him. Yami didn't need a throbbing head while he was still reeling from the panic that had settled into this system upon awakening. He was in so much trouble and he couldn't even think properly with that steady pulse of pain. He rolled away from him and looked around. His clothes were on the computer chair and that wasn't too far from where he was. He thanked all the gods he knew of and then started out towards them; the next thing he knew he had a sharp pain in the back of his already aching head, he was on the ground on his hands and knees hissing with pain, and then he was staring at the nightstand that harmed his already hurt head. In any other situation he would have called himself out on his own stupidity for glaring at it, but then he realized that Yugi might be awake and spun around.
Yugi had not moved an inch and he was breathing rather evenly. So he wasn't awake yet.
Yami let out a relieved breath and then slowly got to his feet, rubbing at the wound from the nightstand and trying to prevent making the throbbing even worse. Yami was, in every way possible, with no means of lessening the blow, disgusted with himself. His fingers trembled as he pulled his shirt on, grimacing at the dried substance on his stomach and shaking his head; he would have to deal with it as soon as he got home.
Disgust and terror were a dangerous combination. His chest twisted with it. His blood was tainted with it. How had he lost himself so completely? How had he been so stupid? First he got plastered, then he went to Yugi's home and apparently he fucked him.
The disgust just grew.
First of all, he should never have touched the fucking beer. He should never have gotten his old ID out that falsely stated he was twenty-one. He should never have decided it was a good idea to put to use the clothing he had bought from the mall. He should never have tricked that poor bartender into thinking he was of age. He should never have ordered such hard liquor in the first place. Fuck, the vodka had burned his throat until it rested in his stomach and scorched his entire system from the inside out.
Second, he should never have chosen to come to Yugi's home of all places. There was the threat of his grandfather having answered the door. There was the fact that he had completely and irresponsibly thrown himself at Yugi when both of them were straight and this should not have happened. There was the possibility of being seen, recognized. And there was the idea that he had fucked Yugi, that he had most likely forced him…
Third, there was the factor of shame. His family…oh his family was going to kill him if he didn't kill himself first. And how could he have possibly fucked up so horribly? How could he have gone to Yugi and not someone like Mana orMai,who practically screamed of sex with just her very presence? And what did that say about him? It clearly meant he was the disgusting creature that his father had always hated.
And then of course, that was even more shame thrown at him, marring his family if this ever got out. And what about at school? Yugi could claim he was raped–if Yami did rape him, he wasn't sure because his head hurt too much to think of this–and then what? So many different things could happen, so many different things could quite possibly destroy him and it was all because he picked up that stupid ID card.
All because ofonelittle phone call.
Yami struggled with his shoes, his hands shaking and his head throbbing even more now that he was reprimanding himself. And what would this do to Yugi exactly? If he raped him, how badly would that impact him? Would he get past it? Would he drown in it? Let it rule his life?
He didn't think he could live with himself if he had truly forced himself on Yugi. If he had raped him… If his memories actually came back and he raped him…
A tremor passed through his system and left him cold with panic and fear, an overwhelming sense of disgust he could not shake.
What did it mean that he would rather seek male company than female while he was drunk? Did it mean anything? But then, what did it mean if he had raped him?
That single word kept repeating in an endless loop.
Rape, rape, rape…
His blood began to pound in his ears and he felt his throat close in terror. What would he do if he had? And did you really sleep in the same room as someone who had raped you, let them hold you in your sleep? He trembled and tied his right shoe laces before shooting upright and staggering backwards from the pain that coursed through his head.
Blood, alcohol, rape…
Blood, alcohol, rape…
Yami fled.
And Yugi sat upright and groaned into his hands, shaking his head. Last night had been a mistake. That was all it was. Yami was supposed to get with Tea so at least one of them in this unrequited love would be happy. Yugi would get over her and the fact that the biggest geek in school had stolen her away.
All he had wanted was attention. He had craved it and he had succumbed to it and now this was the result. A boy who fled his room as if his ass were on fire, clear memory of the night that Yami might never fully remember, and the deep unsettling sensation of the fact that he was in fact a true slut for attention, that he would bend for it if offered the right amount.
He should have said no. He should have pushed him away. He should have let his first time actually mean something. He should have turned a blind eye at the attention Yami had shown him in his drunken stupor.
"This was a mistake."
Attention got him here. Attention shattered every reality he had about himself. And now he didn't know how to pick up the pieces.

Somehow, through all the awkwardness of the last week of the project, the two of them managed to finish it. They didn't mention what happened and their conversations were strictly project-based. And in the midst of it all, Yugi managed to convince himself that he was just making sure that Yami stayed safe because he was drunk and that was what you did when someone showed up at your house drunk.
You took care of them. You made sure they didn't throw up in their sleep. You let them do what they needed to in order to sleep. You let them do this because that was what you had to do.
And Yami told himself that it was just the depression, just that stream of emotions that pulled him down. It was the news of Mokuba getting hit by the car. It was that which led to the alcohol. The alcohol mixed with his depression and made a milkshake of disgusting actions.
Both of them were straight. They were not gay.

"All right, let's see what you two have," the teacher announced, looking at them.
Yami didn't let the awkward and very obvious tension between them unsettle this. Instead he took his place at his side and read off the slides that he knew to while Yugi read off his own, the two of them picking up immediately where the other left off and avoiding looking at each other the entire time.
When they finally finished, the class was clapping and the teacher was watching them as they headed back to their seats across the room. He didn't comment on how they acted. Instead he merely said, "Congratulations, you two. You have the highest grade so far."
He didn't read it out so that meant it was either a ninety-seven or somewhere higher. Yami didn't ask because he didn't care. Yugi didn't ask because he was too busy listening to people around him whispering, "That's because Yami did all the work" in low voices just loud enough for him to hear.
He would have told them to fuck off but he didn't have the energy. He had used it all just forcing himself to stand next to Yami the entire time instead of fleeing. Besides, what right did they have to say anything about him? None of them knew him at all. Hell, hisfriendsdidn't even know him.
At lunch three days later the twins were immediately onto him.
"You're acting weird," Mana reported with a smirk.
"Are you okay?"
Yami smirked at them. "Maybe I've hit puberty a second time," he replied in a serious voice; he might as well have, with the awkwardness that seemed to suffocate him. And he was always on his toes, alert with fear at the idea that the haze in his head might just clear and he'd find that he had indeed raped Yugi Motou…
Both of them snickered and a strange hyena laugh escaped Mana, causing both of them to look at her and then burst out laughing at her blushing face.
"You never hit it in the first place," the blonde decided, wrinkling her nose at him indignantly because of his display of immaturity. Mahado chuckled and Yami rolled his eyes before shifting his position uncomfortably, leaning forward with his elbows on the table and his jaw in his hands.
Someone was watching him. They were practically boring holes into his flesh with the stares he was receiving.
"Please, you know I'm number one on your hottest voice in school list," Yami replied dryly. "Not to mention you got a vote from the rest of the girls in school and they all agreed with you so of course I hit puberty or you guys wouldn't like my voice as much, right?"
She blushed and then she was laughing as she nodded, saying, "That's true. If you had a high-pitched voice we couldn't really put you on that list."
Mahado cut into their teasing with a frown. "Hey, Yugi Motou is staring at you again."
Yami looked at his tray and didn't lift his eyes, pretending to do homework after a few minutes; Yugi was in fact staring at him, eyes narrowed slightly in frustration and a small, barely noticeable scowl forming on his adorable face. He watched as his "bedmate" got up after a moment and dumped his uneaten tray into the trash and he saw when Yami's eyes flickered over and his body went tense before he sat back down in his seat.
Yami's tense posture did not change. Instead, at some point, Yugi found himself staring at ashen white knuckles gripping the table, blocked from view of the twins by his textbook. So he was making Yami nervous with his staring; maybe he should have felt bad but he couldn't find it in himself to care. What was this? What was this bullshit about him getting plastered and Yugi letting him fuck him?
Why hadn't he stopped himself? Was the attention really worth that?
Maybe it had been in the moment but it definitely wasn't now.
Which was definitely not a new thing for Yugi.
Half the things he did when he wanted attention served their purpose but also made him feel like shit afterwards. Now was exactly one of those times. He hadn't really thought about the awkwardness that would ensue after they did so because it never really crossed his mind. And he never once considered the fact that their fragile, barely-formed friendship falling so completely would affect him in any way.
However, the fact that he had crossed one of his own lines to get that attention was disgusting. He had always said that he would never let the attention go further than common things. Sleeping with someone else because they showed him a little attention was far from common and it was sickening.
His own standards had been lowered, shattered. And there was no way to fix it because it had already happened and it wasn't as if he could go back in time and stop himself. It had already happened and now he was struggling to comprehend it. To truly comprehend the meaning of his own actions.
Was he truly so stupid as tosleepwith someone for a little attention?
He had never done it before. Not once in his life. In fact, he never once even flirted with someone aside from Tea for attention, and that was because she was his crush so he felt that it was okay to do so. Letting Yami fuck him? Not so much.
Maybe there was something he was overlooking in his need to understand, but he couldn't think of anything. Yami meant nothing to him. He was the geek who fought with him and wasn't afraid of his temper, who treated him like an actual person.
Was that it?Couldthat be it?
The attention was different, came from a source that he had never imagined. From someone who treated him as something more than some kid who was desperate for attention.
He was really starting to hate himself because, by all means, this never should have happened. He had always had standards, lines that he had always refused to cross, and now…
"Dude, why are you staring at him?" Joey asked, nudging his shoulder with his elbow. Yugi didn't look away. "Seriously, man, what's so interesting? Did the asshole do something to you? Do we need to beat his ass?"
"No, I think he's admiring his clothes," Tristan said with a smirk. "Wishing he was taller."
"I'd rather wear a garbage bag," Yugi laughed spitefully.
"You shouldn't judge him because of what he wears outside of school," Tea cut in, making Yugi look over at her; she was giving him a disapproving look and he wanted to knock it off her face. "There's more to life than appearances."
For the first time in his life, Yugi wished she would shut the fuck up.