Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Simple ❯ Demon ( Chapter 10 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: YamiYugiPuzzleshipper2 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.27.2014 | Pages: 13 | Words: 9.7K | Visits: 152 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.27.2014 | Pages: 13 | Words: 9.7K | Visits: 152 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own
anything relating to Yu-Gi-Oh
Note: Story will be updated every Wednesday
Warning: TONS of cursing throughout story
Chapter Warning: sexual content (lemon) and homosexual slander
Lemon Warning: If you want to skip the lemon, don't read past the statement "I was going up to the roof and then I realized I had to pee...so I came here. And apparently my copycat followed me" until you reach "Yeah, I don't think it's that soft either". If you don't think you're going to remember that, use F and Ctrl and type both phrases in, then delete the first phrase when you come up to it and use the Find function to get to the second part where the lemon is finished.
Lemon Note: The lemons actually DO serve a purpose, though, so yeah, I didn't just write it and post it without a reason...
Homosexual Slander Warning: The use of the word "fag/faggot" is used in several parts of the chapter–parts one, two, three and five.
Attempted Rape Warning: Rape attempts are mentioned in last part of the chapter. NONE of them are described. Just a warning.
Chapter X: Demon
Yami was halfway down the street when his skin started to prickle. The hairs on the back of his neck were standing on end–nothing really different considering his hair was naturally gravity-defying in the first place.
But when he turned his head and looked over his shoulder, narrowed his eyes, he knew that it was someone following him because he had seen that car so many fucking times lately that it was not even funny.
No, it was around almost every corner when he looked behind him. It was hiding when he went to the hospital. It hid when he walked Mai back to her place. It also hid when he walked to and from Yugi's house. But it was never inconspicuous.
The car was too nice, too shiny, too dark to be inconspicuous. With the windows tinted to such a shade, it was a wonder that they were not drug dealers. But the car itself was empty this time.
He knew that because his instincts told him so. That this was the chance he had in which he would be able to get to the stupid car's plate. And that was exactly what he did. Because it was pulled over at the gas station, he hurried over, looking inside only to find that there seemed to be a bunch of fucking people in there.
Some of them had dressy clothes, others had regular clothes.
He had a fleeting moment where he thought maybe it was like the mafia but then shrugged it aside and went around a couple of shrubs to hide himself from any eyes as he looked the plate over.
And then Yami froze.
That license plate number…
That was one of his father's workers.
He had the plates memorized because his dad said that the political scandal had gotten larger. Things were blowing up there and while Yami hoped for the best, this was not it. Fuck, what was anyone with the goddamned Egyptian license plate doinghere?
Had his father sent them?
But that made no sense because he would havetoldhim if that was the case.
Which meant that he was not supposed to be there.
Yami searched his memory for any mention of his father saying that there would be a worker coming to Japan, but there was none.
Of course there was none.
Because this fucker wasn't supposed to be there.
The gas station door was opening and Yami ducked down behind the shrubs, flattening himself against the ground and watching a pair of shiny black dress shoes walk towards the car before climbing inside. He had tried to look up through the branches to see what kind of clothes they were wearing, but fuck his life if he had even gotten that far. No, the branches, those tiny million little sticks of branches of leaves, cut off his vision completely with a barrier of green and brown.
Yami only moved when he knew that the bastard was gone. As soon as the car took off, he finally sat up, dusted himself off, looked around curiously, picked some dispatched leaves out of his hair, and then ran to get back onto the path to school.
As expected, the stupid car was sitting in the same place it always was when he walked to school, a parking space that should have made it look inconspicuous but only seemed to make it even more noticeable.
He was halfway into the gate when his phone rang. His pockets were empty today, because there was a new rule that they would get their phones confiscated if they were seen on campus so he had stuffed it in his bag to be put on silent when he got on school grounds. Fuck the principal if he thought that he would cut him off from his family.
It was odd, but the hope that should have been there–the one where his stomach seemed to explode with warmth and possibilities that he was going home, that the car was really there to be able to take him home discreetly–never came.
Instead a sense of dread filled him as he pulled his phone out and stared at the word "father" printed across the screen. He glanced around once and then twice before answering, not bothering to speak for a moment, as his father always wanted the first word when he spoke to him.
"Atem?"
"Hello."
"Ah, so you did answer."
Yami rolled his eyes. "Yes, father."
There was a rustling noise and the red eyes narrowed into slits of disdain. He swore to Ra if his father was working and was going to blame him later for being distracted because of this phone call he would go to Egypt and kill him.
"As I have already told you, the situation has gotten worse."
"I was not aware it was asituation. Last I heard, it was a simple rumor that you were getting rid of."
A couple of students had paused to listen but were confused as to what language he was speaking in; he actually guessed it might have been his tone that had gained their attention, but he didn't dwell on it, instead keeping the phone at his ear and glaring at them so that they scattered.
"Don't use that tone with me!" his father spat loudly. "If you were here I would box you upside the ears."
Yami rolled his eyes and was about to sneer at him that maybe his little spies could do it, but the next words made his blood freeze in his veins.
"Not that it would be the only thing you have been doing lately to merit such a punishment. Do you realize how many emails I have gotten about you?"
He was growling and Yami was confused.
His eyes flickered around and settled on the car for a split second before they found themselves staring at the only group that had not fled while he was glaring–Yugi, Joey, Tristan, Ushio, and Tea.
"Pictures of you with some boy."
His phone nearly fell out of his hand.
Yami looked at the car again and then back before hissing, "He's just a student. We go to the same school. We have a project we're–"
"Just a student? He had better be. I did not raise a faggot."
No, you scarred one for life.
"Yes, father, just a student. We go to the same school."
"Ah, yes, how is school?"
Yami couldn't help it when his face twisted incredulously before barking, "Will you just fucking listen for five goddamned seconds?"
There was silence for a moment and then the sound of something being slapped down made Yami's ears ring.
"Do. Not. Speak. To. Me. In. Such. A. Way."
Yami didn't answer and instead glanced at the car again, staring for a split second; no, it was better that they did not realize that he knew they were following him…
"Are you listening to me, boy?"
"Yes."
"Yes,what?"
"Father. Yes. Father."
"Good. Now tell me about school."
"There isn't much to tell…" He glanced towards the group that was still watching him, trying to figure out what language he was speaking, and then realized slowly that Yugi actuallywaslistening in; the way that his nose wrinkled up like that of a rabbit told him that much.Well fuck. He turned away and stepped a few paces away, crossing his arm over his torso and propping his elbow against it, narrowing his eyes. "I have perfect grades, as I do every year. No fights. No trouble. I am the model student."
"You damn well better be."
"OfcourseI am," he snapped. "When have I ever been anythingotherthan that?"
"I will get on a plane and find you in Japan and beat your ass so hard you won't be able to sit straight for weeks," he snarled.
Yami rolled his eyes. "Don't waste the time or the effort. You still have to prove yourself, don't you? So, really, father, who are you to threaten me?"
And then his mouth opened and closed and his eyes looked ready to bug out of his head. Oh fuck, did he say that out loud?
Joey started laughing and Yami spun on him with a glare that made him stop for a split second before he started up again. Yami flipped him off and Yugi snickered before saying something to him that made the blond glare at him. Yugi made a show of holding his hands up and then glanced at Yami sideways, curiously.
Yami pulled the phone from his ear as the yelling started, looking at the car for a split second before turning away again, his attention turning to the sky and then his backpack and finally his phone again; had he run out of breath yet?
Putting the small white device near his ear, he found that his father had paused in his rants.
"Forgive me. I apologize. I do not know what came over me. I never meant to say such a thing." And then he bit back a laugh, pulling the phone away and biting his lip hard with a shake of his head. "You have my sincerest, humblest apologies. I am very grateful for all that you have done, father."
There was a low growling noise but nothing else for a long minute.
"You ungrateful brat."
"I am. I am very ungrateful. I am sorry. I will try harder."
"You had better." A long, loud sigh of exasperation made him roll his eyes and tap his foot on the concrete impatiently, glowering with his jaw set. "Now, tell me about this boy."
"He is a student at my school. I was partnered with him for a project."
"A project? That's it? Then why have I seen you coming and going from this house?"
"For the project. There are not enough hours in the day to do a project at school."
"You always did well here."
"Yes, but this requires two people and it is forty-five percent of my grade. I cannot just do all the work in one day."
"You're making excuses."
"This is apublicschool! I am expected to do things a certain way."
"Boy."
"I am sorry, father. Please forgive me."
"Humph." He let out a breath of annoyance. "Very well. I forgive this."
"May I inquire something, father?"
"Yes, you may."
"How did you know about this…boy I am doing the project with? You said yousawme going to and from his home?"
Now Yugi was staring with wide eyes and the others were confused out of their minds as they watched him; all they really understood was that he had said one word a million times now and it was getting on their nerves that they didn't understand what he was saying.
"Someone has been sending me pictures"–Yami immediately looked at the car; did his father trust him so little that he would send another to spy on him? But then…why now? Why not before? Yami had sound instincts and he knew when someone was watching him and he had never encountered the feeling except for the last three weeks which meant this car had only been following him for that amount of time–"as blackmail, saying that you are a faggot."
Yami cringed at the word but then shook his head. "I am not, father."
"Good. Because I did not raise you to be one."
No, you just tortured me a little.
"He is a former employee. He wants his job back and so is set upon blackmailing me."
"Former?"
"I would not let him near a bitch if he were to ask it."
Yami thought this statement over for a moment and then cringed. "Has he added to the rumors?"
"Keep your focus on your goddamned grades, boy. And keep your mouth shut. I don't have time to clean up any messes you make."
"I will, father."
"Good boy. You would make your ancestor proud, Atem."
He bared his teeth. "I need not make him proud. He is alreadydead."
"Do not speak of the pharaoh this way."
"He isdead, father. I think it does not matter how I speak of him."
"Boy–"
"I am sorry, father. Yes, I will make him proud."
For a moment he did not reply and then finally, he growled, "You had better."
"I will."
"Good."
And, as usual, he hung up without even a simple goodbye.
Yami looked at his phone for a moment and then lowered the volume to silent before starting towards the gate again; immediately Joey stepped in his path.
"Woman problems, huh?"
He gave him a blank look and quietly, Yugi offered, "It was the best I could think of" in Arabic.
"What did you tell them?" he demanded, turning his head sharply.
"She saw you with another girl. You were trying to tell her that you didn't cheat on her. She didn't listen to you."
Yami shot him a look of pure frustration before turning to Joey. "It is none of your business, first of all, and I would appreciate it if you kept your nose out of it," he said calmly, stepping around him.
"That's what you get for cheating," Tea snarled at him.
He turned slowly and then looked at her, tilting his head. "And this is why you cannot get a boyfriend, because you don't understand anything and then expect too much when someone expects nothing. You are clingy, self-centered, annoying, maniacal, bitchy, and I hope whoever is stuck with you later in life can teach you a little about humility. Because your personality now is disgusting."
The brunette's mouth fell open.
"Would the rest of you like to hear why you are alone too? How about you, Joey? Would you like to know why Mai does not like you? How about what Miho thinks of you, Tristan? Yugi, would you like to know why Tea was never into you?"
"I don't care about that," Yugi snapped abruptly. "I'm over her. But please, Yami, tell us why Ushio could never get a girl in a million years."
Ushio glared at the smaller boy who merely smiled sweetly from where he sat on the outdoor lunch table, kicking his feet and blinking wide eyes up at him, looking purely amused and adorable in his stance.
The others kind of smirked at this and then looked at Yami pointedly, all but Tea who was seething.
"Well, you're abusive, first of all. You act as if you know everything. You use violence as a way of motivation and it's sickening. You bat out of your league. You try to make people fall in debt to you by beating up others and saying you did it for them. You micromanage everything. And, according to sources I shall not name…" He leaned forward and whispered, "You have a micro-penis."
Ushio let out a roar of a noise while the others howled with laughter.
Yami slipped his phone into his pocket and glanced at Joey. "Mai will never go out with you because you are selfish. You do not take care of your own appearance. You look like a golden retriever. You smell like one. You act like you know things you don't. Plus, you bullied Yugi for two years even after you became friends. She thinks you're cute but your personality sucks. That is why Mai won't date you."
Joey blinked a few times and then looked rather pointedly at Yugi who gave him a look that was a mix between a grimace and a frown. Yami studied this for a single split second, noting both expressions and realizing slowly that Joey was going to make it a point for Yugi to make him seem that much better, to gain advice he didn't deserve. He wondered vaguely if the small spitfire of a teen would do it.
"Tristan, Miho is a good-for-nothing gold digger. You don't meet her standards money-wise. You don't speak in third person–thank Ra, because if you did, I'd beat the shit out of you. There is only room for one third-person idiot in this school." He rolled his eyes. "You're too willing to bend over backwards for her. You don't put up a fight. You let her walk all over you–in fact, you leteverygirl walk all over you if they're pretty enough. You don't like the color yellow and her nickname is Yellow-chan and Ribbon-chan for a goddamned reason. You eat the cafeteria food. You don't always look your best. She likes you, but you're not really good enough because of the money thing. But I bet if you started to adore yellow like she does, maybe she would go out with you despite the financial dependency she harbors."
Tristan went wide-eyed while Yami started past them but was stopped when Joey stepped in front of him again. "You didn't do Yugi's."
"He said he didn't want to know."
"Yeah, but none of us said we wanted to know either."
"Fine." He turned his head and Yugi sat up a little straighter, staring intensely. "Yugi, you're the bad boy. You're the leader of this little group here. You had a crush on a girl for three years. You boosted her ego and made her a total bitch. I forgive you for that though."
Yugi smirked at him and shook his head.
"That aside, your attire. That choker around your neck and the sleeveless tops, the bracelets and armbands and the chain necklace you wore with those tight skinny jeans a few weeks ago all make you look like some kind of bondage slave."
Yami wondered if they noticed that they weren't doing the project five weeks ago. But only Yugi seemed to because his eyes sparked the slightest bit, obviously remembering seeing Yami with Bakura and Malik when the two of them had decided that he ate too healthy and they needed to "junk him up a little". Yami had been picking out something along the lines of donuts when he'd heard Yugi's name after Joey shouted for him to go over there; when he had looked up, the smaller teen had come running, pausing for a split second when he spotted him before turning and following Joey's voice when the blond only proceeded to get louder and others around him started getting pissed. Bakura and Malik had gotten over to his side at that moment, whistling little cat calls and then his silver-haired cousin had the audacity to whistle loud enough for Yugi's group to turn around while Yami fled down the neighboring aisle and Malik burst out laughing. Yami had run into Yugi quite literally a little later when he was picking out ice cream and the smaller teen came around the corner in a rush, the two of them colliding while Yugi merely smirked and winked at him before running off with Yami watching him with raised eyebrows and a confused expression.
He still wasn't sure what the wink was about. Had Yugi run into him on purpose? But then, no one was around, so that didn't make much sense. The only reason he could see Yugi willingly running into him outside of school was if he was trying to make a scene with his friends. But none of them had been around and not even Bakura and Malik had seen.
The others were howling with laughter while Yugi's eyes narrowed slightly though his smirk didn't leave; no, he wasn't mad, his eyes were full of complete and utter laughter…and incredulously enough, a small hint of lust.
"And that's fine, it's your own choice. BDSM all you fucking want, but don't advertise it. It's…a little intimidating and insulting all at once. Like, someone would want to fuck you and then they'd think, 'Well, what the fuck do you think he's been up to?' or 'Oh, he's got a lot of experience, so I don't know if I want to' or something along those lines. And then there's the whole bad boy reputation."
Yugi's smirk widened. Yami hadn't seemed too intimidated when they were rolling around under the sheets. But the way that he said this, the gleam that entered his eyes in the very bottom of his pupil, where the red and black bled into each other, very clearly stated that he was uncomfortable in admitting this.
"That and the BDSM kind of thing you've got going on makes you seem a little punk, gothic maybe? It's intimidating and insulting too. Makes you look like you havetoomuch experience, like you might want to fuck someone in an alley and never call them again."
The laughter split the air in loud timbres that seemed to make it vibrate.
"So, everyone thinks, 'I don't want to be fucked in an alley' and you know, it's kind of fucked up because you have that whole…baby-fat thing going for you. Cherubic, I guess. Anyways, you have that going for you and then you have punk-fuck-you-in-an-alley going for you and it's just too fucking much at one time. See, say if…um…Ushio were to do that, it'd be okay because he looks like a fucking bondage freak anyways."
Yugi let out a laugh and smirked at the massive boy who let out a growl of a noise while the others cracked up harder.
"See, because the muscles thing just kind of throws you off. So it'd be okay if he did his hair in a goddamned black and blue Mohawk and started piercing himself everywhere"–his head snapped back to Yugi and looked him over with suspicious eyes–"Do you have a piercing?"
He shook his head, laughing. He almost said he would know if he had a piercing but then bit it back when he remembered the other four idiots with him. He wondered vaguely what Yami would do if hedidhave a piercing, the thought making his lips twist into a wide smirk.
"Oh…well, anyways, you get someone like Ushio and you're expecting kinky ass shit because of all the muscles so you're going to expect a pierced micro over there because that is what some kind of punk-muscle guy would have, right?" he continued, sparing Ushio a half-assed glance; honestly, with the way Yugi was staring at him so possessively, his eyes smoldering with slightly dilated pupils and a haze to his darkened gaze, it was rather hard to look away. "So then you have that cherubic bondage slave BDSM punk-fuck-in-an-alley thing and it's just not good."
Yugi snickered and his lips twitched up into a wider smirk, eyes darkening and making him look almost as if he were going to jump off the table and fuck him right then and there; Yami wouldn't be surprised if that was exactly what was going through his head at that moment.
"Anyways, your attitude too. So, you have that smartass thing going for you–good for you by the way, because little bits like you normally don't have the balls to do that–and then you have that whole…how would you describe it…?" He thought it over for a moment, crossing his arms and drumming his fingers over his left elbow before continuing. "You have that whole good boy attitude thing at the same time. Like, you're incredibly nice and kind. So then it's like, 'Well, what the fuck? Can't he just make up his fucking mind on who the fuck he wants to be? I'm kind of tired of this game.' But what isworseis the fact that you have all of this wrapped up into one persona and if you were dating someone, it would be a wonder of who the fuck you would be they came home. It would be like, 'Well, maybe if I'm good, he won't fuck me as hard' or 'Maybe if I play with him a little, he'll be nice' or 'I hope he's not in the mood for it rough cause I'm still tired from the last time we did it like that' or 'Oh god, I hope he isn't expecting alley sex' and stuff like that. Honestly, I think anyone with you would get a fucking headache."
Now they were all laughing and Yami slipped past them while Joey was leaning against Tristan to avoid falling over. He felt eyes on the back of his head, knowing without a doubt that Yugi was watching him go, but ignored it in order to get inside before the first bell rang.
"A headache, huh?" Yugi commented, making him look up in surprise, staring at him from the mirror.
"Did I mention an ulcer? I think you would probably give them an ulcer too," Yami added thoughtfully.
"No, you didn't mention an ulcer."
Yami shrugged his shoulder dismissively and then dried his hands off; Ra, he hated the boys' bathroom but he really needed to pee so badly it wasn't even funny. At least this bathroom was clean for the most part. The last bathroom he had been into, on the bottom floor, when he was a freshman and had never exactly encountered a public bathroom in the first place, had piss everywhere and someone had even pulled out a piece of shit in toilet paper and left it on the ground.
He had fled and, of course, by that point, traumatized, he had fought off needing to pee because he was too fucking grossed out to bother.
"Well then, am I dealing with an angel or a demon?"
"Can't I be a fallen angel?"
"That's no better."
"Hmm…then I guess you're dealing with the demon this time."
"Am I?" he commented, turning around and looking at him, leaning against the porcelain sink and tilting his head to the side as he looked him over. "And why is that?"
"Well, maybe because you called him out?"
"Hmm. Well that's rather different. I don't remember worshipping Satan this morning."
Yugi let out a small laugh and shook his head, moving towards him. "You're kind of funny."
"I try."
He raised an eyebrow and pressed against him, pushing him further into the sink and looking up at him through his lashes, smirking. "Do you, Yami?"
"Not really. It's actually natural. Sarcasm and bluntness are my forte."
"Lies and fucking around are mine."
"Hmm. Well, that's because you're a slut."
For a moment Yugi's jaw clenched but then relaxed again as he pressed his hips against the taller boy's; Yami curled his lip back slightly in an effort to keep the moan from escaping him.
"We have more fun than the rest of you."
"No, you have more STDs than the rest of us."
"Not if we're careful."
"Bareback doesn't seem very careful to me."
"Yeah, but you're a goody-goody so I knew you wouldn't have anything."
"You trust too much in stereotypes."
"Some of them have some truth to them."
Yami narrowed his eyes and then raised an eyebrow. "Did you follow me in here or something?" he commented.
Yugi gave him a small smirk. "And if I did?"
"I'd have to consider getting a restraining order."
"But where's the fun in that?"
His teeth nipped at the skin on his jaw and Yami shifted his legs to move one between Yugi's, making the smaller boy spread them some for him just enough to let his knee settle there.
"Do I give you a headache?"
His breath was hot when it ghosted over his jaw and Yami gripped the sink harder. "No, I can handle you," he breathed, biting his tongue to keep the moan inside; he found himself struggling to quell the noise when Yugi nipped him again and then gently pulled on the skin there. "I'm not as simple-minded as most. Two sides to every coin, after all…"
"Oh, of course." His voice got low and husky. "Ambassador's son has to be open-minded, right?"
Yami barked out a laugh at the irony of the comment and Yugi smirked before pulling away and glancing out the door and back. "Are you expecting someone?" the red-eyed teen asked quietly, frowning; if this was a setup…
"No, that's why I'm checking." Hands found his hips and settled there before a large, wide smirk crossed his face as he turned back. "I want you to fuck me."
"Right now?"
What a stupid question. Yami scrunched his face up at his own stupidity.
"No, next year," Yugi spat. "Yes,now!"
He gave him a slightly cold look before hissing softly, "I can't."
"What? Why not? We're completely alone–"
"Yugi, we're in school. Do youreallywant to be fucked in a disgusting boys' bathroom?"
"Not just any boys' bathroom.Thisboys' bathroom."
"What's so special about this one?"
"It's mine."
"What? You don't own a school's bathroom."
"Maybe not, but it's the only one I use because it's so far from the others and most people won't come this far. Why? Because it's fucking on the sixth goddamned floor. Most people don't have classes up here. So why areyouup here?"
"I was going up to the roof and then I realized I had to pee…so I came here. And apparently my copycat followed me."
Yugi snorted and then grabbed his wrist; he failed to miss the way that Yami's face screwed up slightly when he did this, but he ignored it in favor of getting them into the largest stall, locking it and pinning him to the wall, kissing him lazily. Yami didn't respond at first so of course, there was pinching, but instead of the hip, he got him in the inner thigh and pinched a small trail up to his penis which stirred from the slight brushing of his hand against his uniform pants.
"This…is utterly disgusting," Yami hissed at him before moaning when Yugi rolled his eyes and kissed up and down his neck, his hands moving of their own accord to pull the other's jacket off and strip him of his shirt. And his mouth was working without much persuasion, ignoring the nagging voice in the back of his head telling him not to, and taking one of the smaller boy's nipples into his mouth, making circles with his tongue and nipping a few times while he twisted and rubbed the other, making the nubs go hard before pulling back and looking his handiwork over for a moment.
Yugi's hands found purchase in his hair, moaning softly as the taller boy swallowed hard and then began unbuckling his belt, pulling down his pants and boxers at once, seeing his penis come out and stand instantly. Yami honestly could not understand how he was comfortable with this all, actually doing this without thinking about it, but then he probably could have boiled it back down to his father's phone call.
Either way, he didn't think about it when he maneuvered a finger between Yugi's legs and prodded at his entrance, sinking the tip of his nail into the ring of muscle so that he let out a small yelp of surprise before feeling Yami's finger enter him only to stop when he was up to his knuckle inside of him.
It was odd, and shocking for both of them, when Yugi started bucking against the digit before Yami could even make a move to pump. But when he looked up, the smaller boy had a devilish little smirk on his face that made his lips twitch up into one of his own, amused and fighting back the urge to laugh before slipping in a second finger. Yugi paused for a moment and then went back to bucking against his fingers, a little surprised when Yami started twisting them to seek out his prostate.
And then, of course, Yugi lost patience. Making a hissing noise, he maneuvered off Yami's fingers and then started unbuckling his pants before throwing them and his boxers down. "Hurry up," he spat.
Yami rolled his eyes and then glanced at the toilet for a moment before turning back to him. "I guess you're getting on your back because I'm not doing doggy style," he said with narrowed eyes.
Yugi gave him an annoyed look. "I thought everyone wanted doggy style."
"Well, then you're wrong because I hate it so either get on your back or fuck off."
Yugi hesitated for a moment and then grabbed his jacket and shirt and Yami's as well and made a small half-assed pillow-bed for his back and head, laying on it and giving Yami a pointed look and yet Yami was staring at his uniform jacket with a small frown before shaking it off and pulling Yugi's shoes, pants and boxers all the way off, settling between his legs.
"Ow!" Yugi spat when he got halfway in, glaring at him fiercely.
"You know, if you had just let me get in the last fucking finger, this wouldn't be happening."
"You didn't scissor!"
"I do it withthreefingers, nottwo."
"Oh please, they come out at the same length!"
"Maybe for you, but I have a lot more dexterity to my hands." To prove himself, Yami lifted his right hand and spread his fingers; unlike Yugi's, they actually did have more dexterity even without comparison to just two. So the three fingers really did make more sense than just two.
"What the fuck? You're like…ET with that shit going on. Can you do that V-thing with your fingers like they do on Star Trek?"
Yami gave him such a weird look Yugi almost blushed before realizing the look was one of pure confusion; Yugi's mouth fell open.
"What the fuck? You've never heard of Star Trek?"
"My father is the ambassador of Egypt. Youheardmy conversation with him. Do youreallythink someone likethatwould let his son participate in childish things such aswatching TV?"
"Hmm…and here I thought it was just because Egypt didn't have the channel."
Yami curled his lips back and bared his teeth while Yugi awkwardly held his hands up in surrender. "How bad does it hurt?"
"Not too bad. It burns like all hell though."
"It might help if you tried to relax."
"Might help if my ass wasn't on fire."
"Have you eaten any spicy things?"
"What the fuck does that have to do with anything?"
"Just answer the question."
"No."
"Then your ass is not on fire."
Yugi barked out a laugh. "Oh, so witty."
"Well, I think I am, considering that you aren't fighting me anymore."
"Huh?" Yugi looked confused for a moment before blinking and realizing slowly that Yami was seated in him, bottomed out in his ass.
"So, are you okay then?"
Yugi twisted and then bucked against him as a response, raising an eyebrow in challenge. Yami smirked at him before giving a small laugh and beginning to move in a slow motion, rocking his hips back and forth, sliding in and out of him before grabbing his hips and moving faster with every sixth thrust. He leaned over and bit Yugi's skin, making him yelp before moaning and mewling, the noises low in tune as they always were.
He shifted and moaned softly while Yami pulled his teeth away from the job of nipping and then looked over the small bite mark that would fade in a few minutes. Yugi continued bucking his hips into him, shameless in his movements, holding his shoulders hard and mewling, his nails digging into Yami's skin with enough pressure to scratch but not break skin.
He remembered all too well the pain from his own broken skin when Yami had bottomed so he was careful to keep in mind the pressure he asserted. Yami came before him but kept thrusting until finally he released on their torsos, feeling exhausted by it all as he breathed hard and watched as Yami supported himself on shaky arms before pulling away and out of him, sitting back on his knees and looking at him.
"What?" he muttered breathlessly.
Yami was about to shake his head to dismiss the possibility of an answer but instead his inquiry came out of his mouth unbidden. "What made you want this?"
Yugi smirked wily and then breathed out hard when he looked around the stall for a few seconds before turning back. "You."
"Me?"
"This morning. Pointing out my flaws."
"Thatgot you hot and bothered?" he asked, eyes wide and incredulous.
Yugi burst out laughing. "No, the fact that you weren't afraid to do it like someone else might have been. You didn't care that it was me or the others. It just came out of your mouth so easily. It was actually really hot."
Yami wrinkled his nose. "You're crazy and I'm fucking stupid to have done this."
"I think that's what everyone says when they have sex like this. I mean, the setting. This isn't something you can tell your kids and grandchildren about."
The red-eyed teen laughed softly and then let out a small breath before muttering, "Which uniform is which?"
Yugi gave him a dirty look before snickering, "What? Are you going to walk around with cum on your body all day?"
Yami blinked and then looked down before hanging his head and groaning, "Goddamn it, I forgot about that."
"Already? I thought I was more memorable than that," Yugi teased before sitting up and twisting around, looking at the two shirts and jackets before picking one set off the ground and handing it to him. "I'm pretty sure this one is yours."
Yami looked it over for a moment before tilting his head and shaking it of its wrinkles, wondering what the hell he was supposed to do with it now. He had no desire to put it on anymore.
"You look like someone just strangled your puppy," Yugi growled before grabbing a bunch of toilet paper and thrusting it at him. "Here, just try to clean it off or something, moron."
The red eyes glanced at him briefly before taking the paper product and giving a small sigh and shake of his head before starting to wipe at the liquid on his chest, wrinkling his nose. "If this…if it ever happens again, fucking bring condoms, damn it."
"Oh, I'll try to remember that along with a pillow and a blanket. What the fuck do I look like? A sex fairy? I can't just fucking make shit appear out of nowhere. And Ihighlydoubt I'll remember that bullshit later."
Yami flipped him off and continued wiping; it wasn't the best cleaning job he had ever done but at the moment he was glad that the stupid school had really shitty scratchy toilet paper because it didn't tear like others might have.
He had a brief moment where he wondered if this was even fucking toilet paper because it seemed more like something you would get off a paper towel roll, but kept this in his head rather than voicing the thought.
"Yeah, I don't think it's that soft either."
Yami looked up, confused.
"The toilet paper," Yugi snapped, gesturing. "It's not soft."
"Oh. Uh…yeah," he muttered, rolling his eyes.
Yugi snorted softly and then went about pulling his uniform on, dumping some toilet paper in the toilet and flushing before turning to him. "So, my house after school?"
Yami looked up and shook his head. "Can't."
For a long minute neither of them spoke as Yami dressed again and then finally Yugi rolled his eyes and muttered, "All right, fine, I'll bite. Why not?"
"Because I can't. We need to keep our distance because I'm being followed."
"Followed?"
Yami dumped his own soiled toilet paper in the toilet and flushed but did not respond, turning and walking off, hoping to avoid having this conversation at any point, only to find it thrust on him ten minutes later when he went to buy lunch.
Phones were going off, one by one, people were talking and whispering and when Yami walked into the room, everyone was looking at him; he was confused as to what the fuck was going on and so looked around curiously before turning back. Oh, yep, they were all looking at him. How lovely.
And then his own phone went off.
And his heart fell into his stomach to be dissolved in acid.
A picture of him and Yugi kissing.
How lovely.
Yami blinked a few times before shaking his head. What the…? Was this some kind of stunt for attention? He slowly angled his head towards where he thought Yugi would be with his table of friends, but no, he wasn't there.
"Yami…"
He turned his head and swallowed hard as Mana held her phone out to show him the text, shaking her head.
"I don't understand…is this real?"
Isthis real? Yami wondered vaguely, staring at the screen with a single blink of his eyes, furrowing his brows. No, it couldn't be. There was no way. He snatched the phone from her to inspect the picture.
Please, Ra…
He blinked long and slow once and then swallowed hard. No, it was real. That was him and Yugi, but it was taken…from Yugi's window…like someone had climbed the tree. Like someone had been planning this.
"Yugi!" he spat viciously, too low for Mana to hear. "That little…"
He handed the phone back but didn't say anything.
"What? That little what?"
Yami spun around and opened his mouth, baring his teeth, but then the small teen's phone went off as well and he looked it over before going completely still, his face paling to look almost paper-white, eyes widening momentarily before a thick swallow bought him enough time to regain some of the color in his skin.
He realized exactly how it looked too, apparently.
From the angle of the picture, it looked like someone had sat in that tree and waited until they got the perfect shot of the two of them kissing. Like maybe Yugi had set it up, like maybe he had told someone to sit there, like maybe he had kissed Yami to make it the perfect shot…
And then there was laughter and whispers and Yami couldn't stop glaring while Yugi was a second from freaking out, but no, one of them had to stay sane. They couldn't both freak out. That would help no one.
So he decided to let it swarm him for a minute, hyperventilating with the force of it, and then pushed it away just as fast, looking at Yami and growling, "Who the fuck sent this?"
"I knew Yugi was a freak, but to drag Yami down with him? That's so sad."
"Say it to my face, you little bitch," Yugi snarled at the cheerleader who scurried out of his reach, too scared to look back at the two blazing blue-violet eyes. "Anyone else have something to say?"
Everyone fell silent for a long minute, some looking at each other and others turning away from him and seeming to hide from his wrath.
"Who the fuck sent this out? I want names, damn it."
Yami stared at him for a moment and then closed his eyes, muttering, "It doesn't matter" before turning and striding out with his head still high.
Yugi watched him go and then turned back, searching the crowd for any guilty faces before singling out the two smug looks in the back; of course it was those two. Why the fuck not?
"I'll tear your faces off," he spat at them before turning and walking out.
"You're just…Yami, you're just confused, right? I mean, this can't be for real…"
Yami glanced at the girl next to him and then narrowed his eyes into slits, not bothering to answer, feeling it was better not to confirm nor deny it.
"I could have gotten AIDS from justkissingyou!" Tea sneered at him viciously. "You slept with him and you're a fucking faggot. What thefuck?"
A well-manicured hand shot out and smacked her across the cheek, sending her stumbling; Yami looked up with wide eyes to see Mai standing over his desk and spotted Joey and Ushio and Tristan nearby and even Yugi was standing a few feet away, startled by the smack as it had happened just as he was about to take his seat.
"You fuckingbitch! He should have been afraid of catching something fromyou! You piece of shit whore!"
Yami got up from his desk. "Mai–"
A teacher pulled Mai away by the arm but she was still screaming, "I'm getting in trouble for smacking that stupid cunt but you're going to let that little bitch get away with talking to someone likethat? That's such fucking bullshit!" while pointing at Tea who was being escorted by another teacher in a similar manner.
Vivian whispered a weak, "Mai will calm down. She's always hated Tea."
Yami gave her a sideways glance before turning his head and watching them escort Mai, eyes wide as she winked at him despite the fact that she was supposed to turn around; he would have gone after her but she shook her head slightly and instead he forced himself to sit back down, staring at his things in pure shock.
There were giggles and comments being shot around before a book was slammed and everyone scurried to their seats; Yami was not blind, so he did not pretend not to notice that everyone around him moved their desks a little farther from him than normal and Joey leaned all the way away from Yugi who rolled his eyes at the blond and stared pointedly at the teacher.
"I amwellaware of the events that transpired during lunch. This is your one and only warning. My classroomwillbe respected so youwillkeep your personal opinions and comments to yourselves or I willremoveyou from my class. Now...where were we...?"
Yami was actually the last to leave the room and he did so so slowly that the teacher gave him an odd look before saying, "Yami." When he looked up, he was visibly startled out of his thoughts, barely stopping himself from dropping his books on the ground. "You're one of my best students–ever, really–and I just wanted you to know that things will blow over and you're going to be okay."
He nodded a little, though he looked just as unconvinced as he felt, and whispered a simple "Thank you" before walking out of class.
"Here, you are officially emancipated."
Yami stared at the stack of papers in his hand as if they might sneak out and bite him if he took his eyes off them for even a second. His fingers trembled slightly and his grip felt weak but his knuckles were white with the force he was exerting so he knew he couldn't he holding themthatloosely.
"You're going to be okay, Yami."
He looked up but his cousin was already gone.
Yami really had never hoped to see this number on his caller ID again.
"F-father?"
"You disgraceful little brat. What did I tell you?"
"T-to stay away from boys. I never–"
"I don't have time for your excuses, boy."
"B-but they're not…I didn't–Father,please–"
"Quit your pathetic begging," he sneered back coldly. "You ungrateful little bastard."
He felt weak when he sat down, laying his head against the table so that his cheek would cool against the smooth surface of it.
"How could this fucking happen?"
"I don't…I don't know."
"This is fucking impossible. I raised youright."
No you didn't. You're more fucked up than I am. No one like you could ever raise a decent child. This is your fault. You're the fuck up, not me.
Of course, those words never left his head.
"It's going to be up to you to fix this."
"I…I don't know what in all I can do…"
"You've fucking ruined me. Your mother."
"I'm sorry…"
"You disgraceful little brat. I don't know who you think you are. I am your father, and you are my son. You will show me the respect I deserve. I thought allowing you to go to Japan like you wanted would help make you a better political figure, but it has turned you intonothingbut adisgraceful piece of shit faggot! With you being such a fuck up, I'm sure my wife will hate you by the end of the day."
Yami felt something break inside of him.
My wife.
Notyour mother.
"Father, please," he begged, feeling himself breaking in places he didn't even know he existed. "I never–I know better. I would never do it. I'm sorry. Please don't do this–"
He hung up and Yami stared at the phone blankly before trembling and feeling the first tears fall.
Yami could not remember how long he had cried. It must have been hours, but, in the way that things had changed so drastically over the last week, he wouldn't be surprised if hours had somehow morphed into days and maybe he was a year behind the rest of them. His teachers sometimes gave him pitying glances, all but his history teacher who would give him a single look that told him to rally up before he would turn away again.
Oddly, despite how detached he felt from his own body, he still did the work, still got high marks, still had all A's. The only difference was that now everyone looked at him as if he caught some kind of disease and whispers never stopped, snickers and giggles always happened, and when he was alone with another boy in the bathrooms, they normally tried to make him their bitch.
He was getting tired of it. He had lashed out so many times to keep them from getting in his pants that it was not even funny. He could never keep count of it all.
But maybe it was easier in the way that he was stuck in this never-ending cycle because Yugi was no better off than he was; the smaller boy constantly got into fights now, constantly had bruises on his arms, constantly got into verbal fights with the other students. He was no longer with his group and on more than one occasion Yami had witnessed Joey making fun of him and Ushio calling him his bitch.
Tristan stayed out of this every single time. He didn't turn a blind eye towards it, instead watching it as it progressed and grew worse, and he never messed with Yami, even after he was the only one in the bathroom with him.
"It was Tea and Joey."
Yami didn't look up.
"I thought you should know that."
After a brutally long minute the red-eyed boy finally raised his head and looked at the boy's reflection. "It doesn't matter."
"Aren't you going to get them back?"
"For what? Exposing me for the freak I am? I didn't need help with that."
"You're not–"
"Just leave. I don't need this right now."
He started out the door but stopped and turned around and Yami finally turned his head to stare at him.
"There's nothing wrong with being gay. I don't even understand why everyone is freaking out like this."
Because we're not the same. Yugi is the bad boy. I'm the quiet nerd. We were never supposed to interact.
Yami turned away and listened to his steps as he walked out again.
Was the attention worth it, Yugi?
How many times had he thought this but never asked?
How many times had he wanted to scream this at the top of his lungs?
He pushed himself away from the sink and walked out again, not the least bit surprised when another student grabbed him and he had to spin around to punch them across the temple to make them leave him alone.
"Yami."
He stopped short on the way up the stairs to the roof. Mana and Mahado, the only two so far to keep by his side. Even Mai had been easier to push away than the twins.
"I told you guys not to do this."
"But you're our friend," Mana muttered, and Yami didn't really have to look at her to know she was still favoring her right side after she was thrown down that flight of stairs; he didn't have to look at Mahado either to know the bruises on his face.
"No, Mana, I'm not. Iwasyour friend but I'm not anymore," he snapped, glaring at them. "I told you this before and I will tell you this again. Things will only get worse and you're both just going to be getting yourselves hurt more than you already are. I'm not going to be responsible for that. So if you do this any longer, it's your own damn fault, not mine. I don't care anymore. Leave me the fuck alone."
The blonde flinched and had tears in her eyes but her brother nodded slowly.
"You're right, Yami."
Mana stared at him in disbelief. "W-what?"
"You heard him, Mana. Things are only going to get worse. I don't want to stick around for that." He gave Yami a long, sad look. "I'm sorry, Yami."
"I am too, Mahado."
"B-but we can't just–"
"Yes, we can." He messed with the books in his arms. "Let's go. Just say goodbye and let's go."
Mana gave him a wide tearful look and then flung herself into his arms, hugging him tightly before pulling back, tears trailing down her cheeks; Yami nodded at her once and then all three of them turned and walked in opposite directions without a backwards glance.
Note: Story will be updated every Wednesday
Warning: TONS of cursing throughout story
Chapter Warning: sexual content (lemon) and homosexual slander
Lemon Warning: If you want to skip the lemon, don't read past the statement "I was going up to the roof and then I realized I had to pee...so I came here. And apparently my copycat followed me" until you reach "Yeah, I don't think it's that soft either". If you don't think you're going to remember that, use F and Ctrl and type both phrases in, then delete the first phrase when you come up to it and use the Find function to get to the second part where the lemon is finished.
Lemon Note: The lemons actually DO serve a purpose, though, so yeah, I didn't just write it and post it without a reason...
Homosexual Slander Warning: The use of the word "fag/faggot" is used in several parts of the chapter–parts one, two, three and five.
Attempted Rape Warning: Rape attempts are mentioned in last part of the chapter. NONE of them are described. Just a warning.
Chapter X: Demon
Yami was halfway down the street when his skin started to prickle. The hairs on the back of his neck were standing on end–nothing really different considering his hair was naturally gravity-defying in the first place.
But when he turned his head and looked over his shoulder, narrowed his eyes, he knew that it was someone following him because he had seen that car so many fucking times lately that it was not even funny.
No, it was around almost every corner when he looked behind him. It was hiding when he went to the hospital. It hid when he walked Mai back to her place. It also hid when he walked to and from Yugi's house. But it was never inconspicuous.
The car was too nice, too shiny, too dark to be inconspicuous. With the windows tinted to such a shade, it was a wonder that they were not drug dealers. But the car itself was empty this time.
He knew that because his instincts told him so. That this was the chance he had in which he would be able to get to the stupid car's plate. And that was exactly what he did. Because it was pulled over at the gas station, he hurried over, looking inside only to find that there seemed to be a bunch of fucking people in there.
Some of them had dressy clothes, others had regular clothes.
He had a fleeting moment where he thought maybe it was like the mafia but then shrugged it aside and went around a couple of shrubs to hide himself from any eyes as he looked the plate over.
And then Yami froze.
That license plate number…
That was one of his father's workers.
He had the plates memorized because his dad said that the political scandal had gotten larger. Things were blowing up there and while Yami hoped for the best, this was not it. Fuck, what was anyone with the goddamned Egyptian license plate doinghere?
Had his father sent them?
But that made no sense because he would havetoldhim if that was the case.
Which meant that he was not supposed to be there.
Yami searched his memory for any mention of his father saying that there would be a worker coming to Japan, but there was none.
Of course there was none.
Because this fucker wasn't supposed to be there.
The gas station door was opening and Yami ducked down behind the shrubs, flattening himself against the ground and watching a pair of shiny black dress shoes walk towards the car before climbing inside. He had tried to look up through the branches to see what kind of clothes they were wearing, but fuck his life if he had even gotten that far. No, the branches, those tiny million little sticks of branches of leaves, cut off his vision completely with a barrier of green and brown.
Yami only moved when he knew that the bastard was gone. As soon as the car took off, he finally sat up, dusted himself off, looked around curiously, picked some dispatched leaves out of his hair, and then ran to get back onto the path to school.
As expected, the stupid car was sitting in the same place it always was when he walked to school, a parking space that should have made it look inconspicuous but only seemed to make it even more noticeable.
He was halfway into the gate when his phone rang. His pockets were empty today, because there was a new rule that they would get their phones confiscated if they were seen on campus so he had stuffed it in his bag to be put on silent when he got on school grounds. Fuck the principal if he thought that he would cut him off from his family.
It was odd, but the hope that should have been there–the one where his stomach seemed to explode with warmth and possibilities that he was going home, that the car was really there to be able to take him home discreetly–never came.
Instead a sense of dread filled him as he pulled his phone out and stared at the word "father" printed across the screen. He glanced around once and then twice before answering, not bothering to speak for a moment, as his father always wanted the first word when he spoke to him.
"Atem?"
"Hello."
"Ah, so you did answer."
Yami rolled his eyes. "Yes, father."
There was a rustling noise and the red eyes narrowed into slits of disdain. He swore to Ra if his father was working and was going to blame him later for being distracted because of this phone call he would go to Egypt and kill him.
"As I have already told you, the situation has gotten worse."
"I was not aware it was asituation. Last I heard, it was a simple rumor that you were getting rid of."
A couple of students had paused to listen but were confused as to what language he was speaking in; he actually guessed it might have been his tone that had gained their attention, but he didn't dwell on it, instead keeping the phone at his ear and glaring at them so that they scattered.
"Don't use that tone with me!" his father spat loudly. "If you were here I would box you upside the ears."
Yami rolled his eyes and was about to sneer at him that maybe his little spies could do it, but the next words made his blood freeze in his veins.
"Not that it would be the only thing you have been doing lately to merit such a punishment. Do you realize how many emails I have gotten about you?"
He was growling and Yami was confused.
His eyes flickered around and settled on the car for a split second before they found themselves staring at the only group that had not fled while he was glaring–Yugi, Joey, Tristan, Ushio, and Tea.
"Pictures of you with some boy."
His phone nearly fell out of his hand.
Yami looked at the car again and then back before hissing, "He's just a student. We go to the same school. We have a project we're–"
"Just a student? He had better be. I did not raise a faggot."
No, you scarred one for life.
"Yes, father, just a student. We go to the same school."
"Ah, yes, how is school?"
Yami couldn't help it when his face twisted incredulously before barking, "Will you just fucking listen for five goddamned seconds?"
There was silence for a moment and then the sound of something being slapped down made Yami's ears ring.
"Do. Not. Speak. To. Me. In. Such. A. Way."
Yami didn't answer and instead glanced at the car again, staring for a split second; no, it was better that they did not realize that he knew they were following him…
"Are you listening to me, boy?"
"Yes."
"Yes,what?"
"Father. Yes. Father."
"Good. Now tell me about school."
"There isn't much to tell…" He glanced towards the group that was still watching him, trying to figure out what language he was speaking, and then realized slowly that Yugi actuallywaslistening in; the way that his nose wrinkled up like that of a rabbit told him that much.Well fuck. He turned away and stepped a few paces away, crossing his arm over his torso and propping his elbow against it, narrowing his eyes. "I have perfect grades, as I do every year. No fights. No trouble. I am the model student."
"You damn well better be."
"OfcourseI am," he snapped. "When have I ever been anythingotherthan that?"
"I will get on a plane and find you in Japan and beat your ass so hard you won't be able to sit straight for weeks," he snarled.
Yami rolled his eyes. "Don't waste the time or the effort. You still have to prove yourself, don't you? So, really, father, who are you to threaten me?"
And then his mouth opened and closed and his eyes looked ready to bug out of his head. Oh fuck, did he say that out loud?
Joey started laughing and Yami spun on him with a glare that made him stop for a split second before he started up again. Yami flipped him off and Yugi snickered before saying something to him that made the blond glare at him. Yugi made a show of holding his hands up and then glanced at Yami sideways, curiously.
Yami pulled the phone from his ear as the yelling started, looking at the car for a split second before turning away again, his attention turning to the sky and then his backpack and finally his phone again; had he run out of breath yet?
Putting the small white device near his ear, he found that his father had paused in his rants.
"Forgive me. I apologize. I do not know what came over me. I never meant to say such a thing." And then he bit back a laugh, pulling the phone away and biting his lip hard with a shake of his head. "You have my sincerest, humblest apologies. I am very grateful for all that you have done, father."
There was a low growling noise but nothing else for a long minute.
"You ungrateful brat."
"I am. I am very ungrateful. I am sorry. I will try harder."
"You had better." A long, loud sigh of exasperation made him roll his eyes and tap his foot on the concrete impatiently, glowering with his jaw set. "Now, tell me about this boy."
"He is a student at my school. I was partnered with him for a project."
"A project? That's it? Then why have I seen you coming and going from this house?"
"For the project. There are not enough hours in the day to do a project at school."
"You always did well here."
"Yes, but this requires two people and it is forty-five percent of my grade. I cannot just do all the work in one day."
"You're making excuses."
"This is apublicschool! I am expected to do things a certain way."
"Boy."
"I am sorry, father. Please forgive me."
"Humph." He let out a breath of annoyance. "Very well. I forgive this."
"May I inquire something, father?"
"Yes, you may."
"How did you know about this…boy I am doing the project with? You said yousawme going to and from his home?"
Now Yugi was staring with wide eyes and the others were confused out of their minds as they watched him; all they really understood was that he had said one word a million times now and it was getting on their nerves that they didn't understand what he was saying.
"Someone has been sending me pictures"–Yami immediately looked at the car; did his father trust him so little that he would send another to spy on him? But then…why now? Why not before? Yami had sound instincts and he knew when someone was watching him and he had never encountered the feeling except for the last three weeks which meant this car had only been following him for that amount of time–"as blackmail, saying that you are a faggot."
Yami cringed at the word but then shook his head. "I am not, father."
"Good. Because I did not raise you to be one."
No, you just tortured me a little.
"He is a former employee. He wants his job back and so is set upon blackmailing me."
"Former?"
"I would not let him near a bitch if he were to ask it."
Yami thought this statement over for a moment and then cringed. "Has he added to the rumors?"
"Keep your focus on your goddamned grades, boy. And keep your mouth shut. I don't have time to clean up any messes you make."
"I will, father."
"Good boy. You would make your ancestor proud, Atem."
He bared his teeth. "I need not make him proud. He is alreadydead."
"Do not speak of the pharaoh this way."
"He isdead, father. I think it does not matter how I speak of him."
"Boy–"
"I am sorry, father. Yes, I will make him proud."
For a moment he did not reply and then finally, he growled, "You had better."
"I will."
"Good."
And, as usual, he hung up without even a simple goodbye.
Yami looked at his phone for a moment and then lowered the volume to silent before starting towards the gate again; immediately Joey stepped in his path.
"Woman problems, huh?"
He gave him a blank look and quietly, Yugi offered, "It was the best I could think of" in Arabic.
"What did you tell them?" he demanded, turning his head sharply.
"She saw you with another girl. You were trying to tell her that you didn't cheat on her. She didn't listen to you."
Yami shot him a look of pure frustration before turning to Joey. "It is none of your business, first of all, and I would appreciate it if you kept your nose out of it," he said calmly, stepping around him.
"That's what you get for cheating," Tea snarled at him.
He turned slowly and then looked at her, tilting his head. "And this is why you cannot get a boyfriend, because you don't understand anything and then expect too much when someone expects nothing. You are clingy, self-centered, annoying, maniacal, bitchy, and I hope whoever is stuck with you later in life can teach you a little about humility. Because your personality now is disgusting."
The brunette's mouth fell open.
"Would the rest of you like to hear why you are alone too? How about you, Joey? Would you like to know why Mai does not like you? How about what Miho thinks of you, Tristan? Yugi, would you like to know why Tea was never into you?"
"I don't care about that," Yugi snapped abruptly. "I'm over her. But please, Yami, tell us why Ushio could never get a girl in a million years."
Ushio glared at the smaller boy who merely smiled sweetly from where he sat on the outdoor lunch table, kicking his feet and blinking wide eyes up at him, looking purely amused and adorable in his stance.
The others kind of smirked at this and then looked at Yami pointedly, all but Tea who was seething.
"Well, you're abusive, first of all. You act as if you know everything. You use violence as a way of motivation and it's sickening. You bat out of your league. You try to make people fall in debt to you by beating up others and saying you did it for them. You micromanage everything. And, according to sources I shall not name…" He leaned forward and whispered, "You have a micro-penis."
Ushio let out a roar of a noise while the others howled with laughter.
Yami slipped his phone into his pocket and glanced at Joey. "Mai will never go out with you because you are selfish. You do not take care of your own appearance. You look like a golden retriever. You smell like one. You act like you know things you don't. Plus, you bullied Yugi for two years even after you became friends. She thinks you're cute but your personality sucks. That is why Mai won't date you."
Joey blinked a few times and then looked rather pointedly at Yugi who gave him a look that was a mix between a grimace and a frown. Yami studied this for a single split second, noting both expressions and realizing slowly that Joey was going to make it a point for Yugi to make him seem that much better, to gain advice he didn't deserve. He wondered vaguely if the small spitfire of a teen would do it.
"Tristan, Miho is a good-for-nothing gold digger. You don't meet her standards money-wise. You don't speak in third person–thank Ra, because if you did, I'd beat the shit out of you. There is only room for one third-person idiot in this school." He rolled his eyes. "You're too willing to bend over backwards for her. You don't put up a fight. You let her walk all over you–in fact, you leteverygirl walk all over you if they're pretty enough. You don't like the color yellow and her nickname is Yellow-chan and Ribbon-chan for a goddamned reason. You eat the cafeteria food. You don't always look your best. She likes you, but you're not really good enough because of the money thing. But I bet if you started to adore yellow like she does, maybe she would go out with you despite the financial dependency she harbors."
Tristan went wide-eyed while Yami started past them but was stopped when Joey stepped in front of him again. "You didn't do Yugi's."
"He said he didn't want to know."
"Yeah, but none of us said we wanted to know either."
"Fine." He turned his head and Yugi sat up a little straighter, staring intensely. "Yugi, you're the bad boy. You're the leader of this little group here. You had a crush on a girl for three years. You boosted her ego and made her a total bitch. I forgive you for that though."
Yugi smirked at him and shook his head.
"That aside, your attire. That choker around your neck and the sleeveless tops, the bracelets and armbands and the chain necklace you wore with those tight skinny jeans a few weeks ago all make you look like some kind of bondage slave."
Yami wondered if they noticed that they weren't doing the project five weeks ago. But only Yugi seemed to because his eyes sparked the slightest bit, obviously remembering seeing Yami with Bakura and Malik when the two of them had decided that he ate too healthy and they needed to "junk him up a little". Yami had been picking out something along the lines of donuts when he'd heard Yugi's name after Joey shouted for him to go over there; when he had looked up, the smaller teen had come running, pausing for a split second when he spotted him before turning and following Joey's voice when the blond only proceeded to get louder and others around him started getting pissed. Bakura and Malik had gotten over to his side at that moment, whistling little cat calls and then his silver-haired cousin had the audacity to whistle loud enough for Yugi's group to turn around while Yami fled down the neighboring aisle and Malik burst out laughing. Yami had run into Yugi quite literally a little later when he was picking out ice cream and the smaller teen came around the corner in a rush, the two of them colliding while Yugi merely smirked and winked at him before running off with Yami watching him with raised eyebrows and a confused expression.
He still wasn't sure what the wink was about. Had Yugi run into him on purpose? But then, no one was around, so that didn't make much sense. The only reason he could see Yugi willingly running into him outside of school was if he was trying to make a scene with his friends. But none of them had been around and not even Bakura and Malik had seen.
The others were howling with laughter while Yugi's eyes narrowed slightly though his smirk didn't leave; no, he wasn't mad, his eyes were full of complete and utter laughter…and incredulously enough, a small hint of lust.
"And that's fine, it's your own choice. BDSM all you fucking want, but don't advertise it. It's…a little intimidating and insulting all at once. Like, someone would want to fuck you and then they'd think, 'Well, what the fuck do you think he's been up to?' or 'Oh, he's got a lot of experience, so I don't know if I want to' or something along those lines. And then there's the whole bad boy reputation."
Yugi's smirk widened. Yami hadn't seemed too intimidated when they were rolling around under the sheets. But the way that he said this, the gleam that entered his eyes in the very bottom of his pupil, where the red and black bled into each other, very clearly stated that he was uncomfortable in admitting this.
"That and the BDSM kind of thing you've got going on makes you seem a little punk, gothic maybe? It's intimidating and insulting too. Makes you look like you havetoomuch experience, like you might want to fuck someone in an alley and never call them again."
The laughter split the air in loud timbres that seemed to make it vibrate.
"So, everyone thinks, 'I don't want to be fucked in an alley' and you know, it's kind of fucked up because you have that whole…baby-fat thing going for you. Cherubic, I guess. Anyways, you have that going for you and then you have punk-fuck-you-in-an-alley going for you and it's just too fucking much at one time. See, say if…um…Ushio were to do that, it'd be okay because he looks like a fucking bondage freak anyways."
Yugi let out a laugh and smirked at the massive boy who let out a growl of a noise while the others cracked up harder.
"See, because the muscles thing just kind of throws you off. So it'd be okay if he did his hair in a goddamned black and blue Mohawk and started piercing himself everywhere"–his head snapped back to Yugi and looked him over with suspicious eyes–"Do you have a piercing?"
He shook his head, laughing. He almost said he would know if he had a piercing but then bit it back when he remembered the other four idiots with him. He wondered vaguely what Yami would do if hedidhave a piercing, the thought making his lips twist into a wide smirk.
"Oh…well, anyways, you get someone like Ushio and you're expecting kinky ass shit because of all the muscles so you're going to expect a pierced micro over there because that is what some kind of punk-muscle guy would have, right?" he continued, sparing Ushio a half-assed glance; honestly, with the way Yugi was staring at him so possessively, his eyes smoldering with slightly dilated pupils and a haze to his darkened gaze, it was rather hard to look away. "So then you have that cherubic bondage slave BDSM punk-fuck-in-an-alley thing and it's just not good."
Yugi snickered and his lips twitched up into a wider smirk, eyes darkening and making him look almost as if he were going to jump off the table and fuck him right then and there; Yami wouldn't be surprised if that was exactly what was going through his head at that moment.
"Anyways, your attitude too. So, you have that smartass thing going for you–good for you by the way, because little bits like you normally don't have the balls to do that–and then you have that whole…how would you describe it…?" He thought it over for a moment, crossing his arms and drumming his fingers over his left elbow before continuing. "You have that whole good boy attitude thing at the same time. Like, you're incredibly nice and kind. So then it's like, 'Well, what the fuck? Can't he just make up his fucking mind on who the fuck he wants to be? I'm kind of tired of this game.' But what isworseis the fact that you have all of this wrapped up into one persona and if you were dating someone, it would be a wonder of who the fuck you would be they came home. It would be like, 'Well, maybe if I'm good, he won't fuck me as hard' or 'Maybe if I play with him a little, he'll be nice' or 'I hope he's not in the mood for it rough cause I'm still tired from the last time we did it like that' or 'Oh god, I hope he isn't expecting alley sex' and stuff like that. Honestly, I think anyone with you would get a fucking headache."
Now they were all laughing and Yami slipped past them while Joey was leaning against Tristan to avoid falling over. He felt eyes on the back of his head, knowing without a doubt that Yugi was watching him go, but ignored it in order to get inside before the first bell rang.
"A headache, huh?" Yugi commented, making him look up in surprise, staring at him from the mirror.
"Did I mention an ulcer? I think you would probably give them an ulcer too," Yami added thoughtfully.
"No, you didn't mention an ulcer."
Yami shrugged his shoulder dismissively and then dried his hands off; Ra, he hated the boys' bathroom but he really needed to pee so badly it wasn't even funny. At least this bathroom was clean for the most part. The last bathroom he had been into, on the bottom floor, when he was a freshman and had never exactly encountered a public bathroom in the first place, had piss everywhere and someone had even pulled out a piece of shit in toilet paper and left it on the ground.
He had fled and, of course, by that point, traumatized, he had fought off needing to pee because he was too fucking grossed out to bother.
"Well then, am I dealing with an angel or a demon?"
"Can't I be a fallen angel?"
"That's no better."
"Hmm…then I guess you're dealing with the demon this time."
"Am I?" he commented, turning around and looking at him, leaning against the porcelain sink and tilting his head to the side as he looked him over. "And why is that?"
"Well, maybe because you called him out?"
"Hmm. Well that's rather different. I don't remember worshipping Satan this morning."
Yugi let out a small laugh and shook his head, moving towards him. "You're kind of funny."
"I try."
He raised an eyebrow and pressed against him, pushing him further into the sink and looking up at him through his lashes, smirking. "Do you, Yami?"
"Not really. It's actually natural. Sarcasm and bluntness are my forte."
"Lies and fucking around are mine."
"Hmm. Well, that's because you're a slut."
For a moment Yugi's jaw clenched but then relaxed again as he pressed his hips against the taller boy's; Yami curled his lip back slightly in an effort to keep the moan from escaping him.
"We have more fun than the rest of you."
"No, you have more STDs than the rest of us."
"Not if we're careful."
"Bareback doesn't seem very careful to me."
"Yeah, but you're a goody-goody so I knew you wouldn't have anything."
"You trust too much in stereotypes."
"Some of them have some truth to them."
Yami narrowed his eyes and then raised an eyebrow. "Did you follow me in here or something?" he commented.
Yugi gave him a small smirk. "And if I did?"
"I'd have to consider getting a restraining order."
"But where's the fun in that?"
His teeth nipped at the skin on his jaw and Yami shifted his legs to move one between Yugi's, making the smaller boy spread them some for him just enough to let his knee settle there.
"Do I give you a headache?"
His breath was hot when it ghosted over his jaw and Yami gripped the sink harder. "No, I can handle you," he breathed, biting his tongue to keep the moan inside; he found himself struggling to quell the noise when Yugi nipped him again and then gently pulled on the skin there. "I'm not as simple-minded as most. Two sides to every coin, after all…"
"Oh, of course." His voice got low and husky. "Ambassador's son has to be open-minded, right?"
Yami barked out a laugh at the irony of the comment and Yugi smirked before pulling away and glancing out the door and back. "Are you expecting someone?" the red-eyed teen asked quietly, frowning; if this was a setup…
"No, that's why I'm checking." Hands found his hips and settled there before a large, wide smirk crossed his face as he turned back. "I want you to fuck me."
"Right now?"
What a stupid question. Yami scrunched his face up at his own stupidity.
"No, next year," Yugi spat. "Yes,now!"
He gave him a slightly cold look before hissing softly, "I can't."
"What? Why not? We're completely alone–"
"Yugi, we're in school. Do youreallywant to be fucked in a disgusting boys' bathroom?"
"Not just any boys' bathroom.Thisboys' bathroom."
"What's so special about this one?"
"It's mine."
"What? You don't own a school's bathroom."
"Maybe not, but it's the only one I use because it's so far from the others and most people won't come this far. Why? Because it's fucking on the sixth goddamned floor. Most people don't have classes up here. So why areyouup here?"
"I was going up to the roof and then I realized I had to pee…so I came here. And apparently my copycat followed me."
Yugi snorted and then grabbed his wrist; he failed to miss the way that Yami's face screwed up slightly when he did this, but he ignored it in favor of getting them into the largest stall, locking it and pinning him to the wall, kissing him lazily. Yami didn't respond at first so of course, there was pinching, but instead of the hip, he got him in the inner thigh and pinched a small trail up to his penis which stirred from the slight brushing of his hand against his uniform pants.
"This…is utterly disgusting," Yami hissed at him before moaning when Yugi rolled his eyes and kissed up and down his neck, his hands moving of their own accord to pull the other's jacket off and strip him of his shirt. And his mouth was working without much persuasion, ignoring the nagging voice in the back of his head telling him not to, and taking one of the smaller boy's nipples into his mouth, making circles with his tongue and nipping a few times while he twisted and rubbed the other, making the nubs go hard before pulling back and looking his handiwork over for a moment.
Yugi's hands found purchase in his hair, moaning softly as the taller boy swallowed hard and then began unbuckling his belt, pulling down his pants and boxers at once, seeing his penis come out and stand instantly. Yami honestly could not understand how he was comfortable with this all, actually doing this without thinking about it, but then he probably could have boiled it back down to his father's phone call.
Either way, he didn't think about it when he maneuvered a finger between Yugi's legs and prodded at his entrance, sinking the tip of his nail into the ring of muscle so that he let out a small yelp of surprise before feeling Yami's finger enter him only to stop when he was up to his knuckle inside of him.
It was odd, and shocking for both of them, when Yugi started bucking against the digit before Yami could even make a move to pump. But when he looked up, the smaller boy had a devilish little smirk on his face that made his lips twitch up into one of his own, amused and fighting back the urge to laugh before slipping in a second finger. Yugi paused for a moment and then went back to bucking against his fingers, a little surprised when Yami started twisting them to seek out his prostate.
And then, of course, Yugi lost patience. Making a hissing noise, he maneuvered off Yami's fingers and then started unbuckling his pants before throwing them and his boxers down. "Hurry up," he spat.
Yami rolled his eyes and then glanced at the toilet for a moment before turning back to him. "I guess you're getting on your back because I'm not doing doggy style," he said with narrowed eyes.
Yugi gave him an annoyed look. "I thought everyone wanted doggy style."
"Well, then you're wrong because I hate it so either get on your back or fuck off."
Yugi hesitated for a moment and then grabbed his jacket and shirt and Yami's as well and made a small half-assed pillow-bed for his back and head, laying on it and giving Yami a pointed look and yet Yami was staring at his uniform jacket with a small frown before shaking it off and pulling Yugi's shoes, pants and boxers all the way off, settling between his legs.
"Ow!" Yugi spat when he got halfway in, glaring at him fiercely.
"You know, if you had just let me get in the last fucking finger, this wouldn't be happening."
"You didn't scissor!"
"I do it withthreefingers, nottwo."
"Oh please, they come out at the same length!"
"Maybe for you, but I have a lot more dexterity to my hands." To prove himself, Yami lifted his right hand and spread his fingers; unlike Yugi's, they actually did have more dexterity even without comparison to just two. So the three fingers really did make more sense than just two.
"What the fuck? You're like…ET with that shit going on. Can you do that V-thing with your fingers like they do on Star Trek?"
Yami gave him such a weird look Yugi almost blushed before realizing the look was one of pure confusion; Yugi's mouth fell open.
"What the fuck? You've never heard of Star Trek?"
"My father is the ambassador of Egypt. Youheardmy conversation with him. Do youreallythink someone likethatwould let his son participate in childish things such aswatching TV?"
"Hmm…and here I thought it was just because Egypt didn't have the channel."
Yami curled his lips back and bared his teeth while Yugi awkwardly held his hands up in surrender. "How bad does it hurt?"
"Not too bad. It burns like all hell though."
"It might help if you tried to relax."
"Might help if my ass wasn't on fire."
"Have you eaten any spicy things?"
"What the fuck does that have to do with anything?"
"Just answer the question."
"No."
"Then your ass is not on fire."
Yugi barked out a laugh. "Oh, so witty."
"Well, I think I am, considering that you aren't fighting me anymore."
"Huh?" Yugi looked confused for a moment before blinking and realizing slowly that Yami was seated in him, bottomed out in his ass.
"So, are you okay then?"
Yugi twisted and then bucked against him as a response, raising an eyebrow in challenge. Yami smirked at him before giving a small laugh and beginning to move in a slow motion, rocking his hips back and forth, sliding in and out of him before grabbing his hips and moving faster with every sixth thrust. He leaned over and bit Yugi's skin, making him yelp before moaning and mewling, the noises low in tune as they always were.
He shifted and moaned softly while Yami pulled his teeth away from the job of nipping and then looked over the small bite mark that would fade in a few minutes. Yugi continued bucking his hips into him, shameless in his movements, holding his shoulders hard and mewling, his nails digging into Yami's skin with enough pressure to scratch but not break skin.
He remembered all too well the pain from his own broken skin when Yami had bottomed so he was careful to keep in mind the pressure he asserted. Yami came before him but kept thrusting until finally he released on their torsos, feeling exhausted by it all as he breathed hard and watched as Yami supported himself on shaky arms before pulling away and out of him, sitting back on his knees and looking at him.
"What?" he muttered breathlessly.
Yami was about to shake his head to dismiss the possibility of an answer but instead his inquiry came out of his mouth unbidden. "What made you want this?"
Yugi smirked wily and then breathed out hard when he looked around the stall for a few seconds before turning back. "You."
"Me?"
"This morning. Pointing out my flaws."
"Thatgot you hot and bothered?" he asked, eyes wide and incredulous.
Yugi burst out laughing. "No, the fact that you weren't afraid to do it like someone else might have been. You didn't care that it was me or the others. It just came out of your mouth so easily. It was actually really hot."
Yami wrinkled his nose. "You're crazy and I'm fucking stupid to have done this."
"I think that's what everyone says when they have sex like this. I mean, the setting. This isn't something you can tell your kids and grandchildren about."
The red-eyed teen laughed softly and then let out a small breath before muttering, "Which uniform is which?"
Yugi gave him a dirty look before snickering, "What? Are you going to walk around with cum on your body all day?"
Yami blinked and then looked down before hanging his head and groaning, "Goddamn it, I forgot about that."
"Already? I thought I was more memorable than that," Yugi teased before sitting up and twisting around, looking at the two shirts and jackets before picking one set off the ground and handing it to him. "I'm pretty sure this one is yours."
Yami looked it over for a moment before tilting his head and shaking it of its wrinkles, wondering what the hell he was supposed to do with it now. He had no desire to put it on anymore.
"You look like someone just strangled your puppy," Yugi growled before grabbing a bunch of toilet paper and thrusting it at him. "Here, just try to clean it off or something, moron."
The red eyes glanced at him briefly before taking the paper product and giving a small sigh and shake of his head before starting to wipe at the liquid on his chest, wrinkling his nose. "If this…if it ever happens again, fucking bring condoms, damn it."
"Oh, I'll try to remember that along with a pillow and a blanket. What the fuck do I look like? A sex fairy? I can't just fucking make shit appear out of nowhere. And Ihighlydoubt I'll remember that bullshit later."
Yami flipped him off and continued wiping; it wasn't the best cleaning job he had ever done but at the moment he was glad that the stupid school had really shitty scratchy toilet paper because it didn't tear like others might have.
He had a brief moment where he wondered if this was even fucking toilet paper because it seemed more like something you would get off a paper towel roll, but kept this in his head rather than voicing the thought.
"Yeah, I don't think it's that soft either."
Yami looked up, confused.
"The toilet paper," Yugi snapped, gesturing. "It's not soft."
"Oh. Uh…yeah," he muttered, rolling his eyes.
Yugi snorted softly and then went about pulling his uniform on, dumping some toilet paper in the toilet and flushing before turning to him. "So, my house after school?"
Yami looked up and shook his head. "Can't."
For a long minute neither of them spoke as Yami dressed again and then finally Yugi rolled his eyes and muttered, "All right, fine, I'll bite. Why not?"
"Because I can't. We need to keep our distance because I'm being followed."
"Followed?"
Yami dumped his own soiled toilet paper in the toilet and flushed but did not respond, turning and walking off, hoping to avoid having this conversation at any point, only to find it thrust on him ten minutes later when he went to buy lunch.
Phones were going off, one by one, people were talking and whispering and when Yami walked into the room, everyone was looking at him; he was confused as to what the fuck was going on and so looked around curiously before turning back. Oh, yep, they were all looking at him. How lovely.
And then his own phone went off.
And his heart fell into his stomach to be dissolved in acid.
A picture of him and Yugi kissing.
How lovely.
Yami blinked a few times before shaking his head. What the…? Was this some kind of stunt for attention? He slowly angled his head towards where he thought Yugi would be with his table of friends, but no, he wasn't there.
"Yami…"
He turned his head and swallowed hard as Mana held her phone out to show him the text, shaking her head.
"I don't understand…is this real?"
Isthis real? Yami wondered vaguely, staring at the screen with a single blink of his eyes, furrowing his brows. No, it couldn't be. There was no way. He snatched the phone from her to inspect the picture.
Please, Ra…
He blinked long and slow once and then swallowed hard. No, it was real. That was him and Yugi, but it was taken…from Yugi's window…like someone had climbed the tree. Like someone had been planning this.
"Yugi!" he spat viciously, too low for Mana to hear. "That little…"
He handed the phone back but didn't say anything.
"What? That little what?"
Yami spun around and opened his mouth, baring his teeth, but then the small teen's phone went off as well and he looked it over before going completely still, his face paling to look almost paper-white, eyes widening momentarily before a thick swallow bought him enough time to regain some of the color in his skin.
He realized exactly how it looked too, apparently.
From the angle of the picture, it looked like someone had sat in that tree and waited until they got the perfect shot of the two of them kissing. Like maybe Yugi had set it up, like maybe he had told someone to sit there, like maybe he had kissed Yami to make it the perfect shot…
And then there was laughter and whispers and Yami couldn't stop glaring while Yugi was a second from freaking out, but no, one of them had to stay sane. They couldn't both freak out. That would help no one.
So he decided to let it swarm him for a minute, hyperventilating with the force of it, and then pushed it away just as fast, looking at Yami and growling, "Who the fuck sent this?"
"I knew Yugi was a freak, but to drag Yami down with him? That's so sad."
"Say it to my face, you little bitch," Yugi snarled at the cheerleader who scurried out of his reach, too scared to look back at the two blazing blue-violet eyes. "Anyone else have something to say?"
Everyone fell silent for a long minute, some looking at each other and others turning away from him and seeming to hide from his wrath.
"Who the fuck sent this out? I want names, damn it."
Yami stared at him for a moment and then closed his eyes, muttering, "It doesn't matter" before turning and striding out with his head still high.
Yugi watched him go and then turned back, searching the crowd for any guilty faces before singling out the two smug looks in the back; of course it was those two. Why the fuck not?
"I'll tear your faces off," he spat at them before turning and walking out.
"You're just…Yami, you're just confused, right? I mean, this can't be for real…"
Yami glanced at the girl next to him and then narrowed his eyes into slits, not bothering to answer, feeling it was better not to confirm nor deny it.
"I could have gotten AIDS from justkissingyou!" Tea sneered at him viciously. "You slept with him and you're a fucking faggot. What thefuck?"
A well-manicured hand shot out and smacked her across the cheek, sending her stumbling; Yami looked up with wide eyes to see Mai standing over his desk and spotted Joey and Ushio and Tristan nearby and even Yugi was standing a few feet away, startled by the smack as it had happened just as he was about to take his seat.
"You fuckingbitch! He should have been afraid of catching something fromyou! You piece of shit whore!"
Yami got up from his desk. "Mai–"
A teacher pulled Mai away by the arm but she was still screaming, "I'm getting in trouble for smacking that stupid cunt but you're going to let that little bitch get away with talking to someone likethat? That's such fucking bullshit!" while pointing at Tea who was being escorted by another teacher in a similar manner.
Vivian whispered a weak, "Mai will calm down. She's always hated Tea."
Yami gave her a sideways glance before turning his head and watching them escort Mai, eyes wide as she winked at him despite the fact that she was supposed to turn around; he would have gone after her but she shook her head slightly and instead he forced himself to sit back down, staring at his things in pure shock.
There were giggles and comments being shot around before a book was slammed and everyone scurried to their seats; Yami was not blind, so he did not pretend not to notice that everyone around him moved their desks a little farther from him than normal and Joey leaned all the way away from Yugi who rolled his eyes at the blond and stared pointedly at the teacher.
"I amwellaware of the events that transpired during lunch. This is your one and only warning. My classroomwillbe respected so youwillkeep your personal opinions and comments to yourselves or I willremoveyou from my class. Now...where were we...?"
Yami was actually the last to leave the room and he did so so slowly that the teacher gave him an odd look before saying, "Yami." When he looked up, he was visibly startled out of his thoughts, barely stopping himself from dropping his books on the ground. "You're one of my best students–ever, really–and I just wanted you to know that things will blow over and you're going to be okay."
He nodded a little, though he looked just as unconvinced as he felt, and whispered a simple "Thank you" before walking out of class.
"Here, you are officially emancipated."
Yami stared at the stack of papers in his hand as if they might sneak out and bite him if he took his eyes off them for even a second. His fingers trembled slightly and his grip felt weak but his knuckles were white with the force he was exerting so he knew he couldn't he holding themthatloosely.
"You're going to be okay, Yami."
He looked up but his cousin was already gone.
Yami really had never hoped to see this number on his caller ID again.
"F-father?"
"You disgraceful little brat. What did I tell you?"
"T-to stay away from boys. I never–"
"I don't have time for your excuses, boy."
"B-but they're not…I didn't–Father,please–"
"Quit your pathetic begging," he sneered back coldly. "You ungrateful little bastard."
He felt weak when he sat down, laying his head against the table so that his cheek would cool against the smooth surface of it.
"How could this fucking happen?"
"I don't…I don't know."
"This is fucking impossible. I raised youright."
No you didn't. You're more fucked up than I am. No one like you could ever raise a decent child. This is your fault. You're the fuck up, not me.
Of course, those words never left his head.
"It's going to be up to you to fix this."
"I…I don't know what in all I can do…"
"You've fucking ruined me. Your mother."
"I'm sorry…"
"You disgraceful little brat. I don't know who you think you are. I am your father, and you are my son. You will show me the respect I deserve. I thought allowing you to go to Japan like you wanted would help make you a better political figure, but it has turned you intonothingbut adisgraceful piece of shit faggot! With you being such a fuck up, I'm sure my wife will hate you by the end of the day."
Yami felt something break inside of him.
My wife.
Notyour mother.
"Father, please," he begged, feeling himself breaking in places he didn't even know he existed. "I never–I know better. I would never do it. I'm sorry. Please don't do this–"
He hung up and Yami stared at the phone blankly before trembling and feeling the first tears fall.
Yami could not remember how long he had cried. It must have been hours, but, in the way that things had changed so drastically over the last week, he wouldn't be surprised if hours had somehow morphed into days and maybe he was a year behind the rest of them. His teachers sometimes gave him pitying glances, all but his history teacher who would give him a single look that told him to rally up before he would turn away again.
Oddly, despite how detached he felt from his own body, he still did the work, still got high marks, still had all A's. The only difference was that now everyone looked at him as if he caught some kind of disease and whispers never stopped, snickers and giggles always happened, and when he was alone with another boy in the bathrooms, they normally tried to make him their bitch.
He was getting tired of it. He had lashed out so many times to keep them from getting in his pants that it was not even funny. He could never keep count of it all.
But maybe it was easier in the way that he was stuck in this never-ending cycle because Yugi was no better off than he was; the smaller boy constantly got into fights now, constantly had bruises on his arms, constantly got into verbal fights with the other students. He was no longer with his group and on more than one occasion Yami had witnessed Joey making fun of him and Ushio calling him his bitch.
Tristan stayed out of this every single time. He didn't turn a blind eye towards it, instead watching it as it progressed and grew worse, and he never messed with Yami, even after he was the only one in the bathroom with him.
"It was Tea and Joey."
Yami didn't look up.
"I thought you should know that."
After a brutally long minute the red-eyed boy finally raised his head and looked at the boy's reflection. "It doesn't matter."
"Aren't you going to get them back?"
"For what? Exposing me for the freak I am? I didn't need help with that."
"You're not–"
"Just leave. I don't need this right now."
He started out the door but stopped and turned around and Yami finally turned his head to stare at him.
"There's nothing wrong with being gay. I don't even understand why everyone is freaking out like this."
Because we're not the same. Yugi is the bad boy. I'm the quiet nerd. We were never supposed to interact.
Yami turned away and listened to his steps as he walked out again.
Was the attention worth it, Yugi?
How many times had he thought this but never asked?
How many times had he wanted to scream this at the top of his lungs?
He pushed himself away from the sink and walked out again, not the least bit surprised when another student grabbed him and he had to spin around to punch them across the temple to make them leave him alone.
"Yami."
He stopped short on the way up the stairs to the roof. Mana and Mahado, the only two so far to keep by his side. Even Mai had been easier to push away than the twins.
"I told you guys not to do this."
"But you're our friend," Mana muttered, and Yami didn't really have to look at her to know she was still favoring her right side after she was thrown down that flight of stairs; he didn't have to look at Mahado either to know the bruises on his face.
"No, Mana, I'm not. Iwasyour friend but I'm not anymore," he snapped, glaring at them. "I told you this before and I will tell you this again. Things will only get worse and you're both just going to be getting yourselves hurt more than you already are. I'm not going to be responsible for that. So if you do this any longer, it's your own damn fault, not mine. I don't care anymore. Leave me the fuck alone."
The blonde flinched and had tears in her eyes but her brother nodded slowly.
"You're right, Yami."
Mana stared at him in disbelief. "W-what?"
"You heard him, Mana. Things are only going to get worse. I don't want to stick around for that." He gave Yami a long, sad look. "I'm sorry, Yami."
"I am too, Mahado."
"B-but we can't just–"
"Yes, we can." He messed with the books in his arms. "Let's go. Just say goodbye and let's go."
Mana gave him a wide tearful look and then flung herself into his arms, hugging him tightly before pulling back, tears trailing down her cheeks; Yami nodded at her once and then all three of them turned and walked in opposite directions without a backwards glance.