Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Simple ❯ You Have To Go ( Chapter 13 )
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By: YamiYugiPuzzleshipper2 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.27.2014 | Pages: 10 | Words: 7.8K | Visits: 108 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.27.2014 | Pages: 10 | Words: 7.8K | Visits: 108 | 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: Chapter has mentions of masturbation, homosexual slander and underage drinking
Masturbation Warning: Masturbation is mentioned in the first part of chapter. Semi-graphic but in a joking manner. Nothing serious.
Homosexual Slander Warning: Homosexual slander (use of "fag/faggot") is used in second part of chapter.
Underage Drinking Warning: Underage drinking is mentioned in final part of chapter.
Chapter XIII: You Have To Go
"So how long has it been since you jerked off?"
Yami choked and spat out his gummy bear, gawking at the silver-haired teen as they went through the lunch line; several people behind them started laughing and Malik clapped him on the back, snickering. Yugi, standing a little ahead of them, let his eyes flicker in his direction curiously, watching as the red-eyed teen blushed and then looked at his lost gummy bear dejectedly.
"Fuck you, Bakura."
"No, I'm totally being serious," Bakura argued, laughing. "I mean, you were in the hospital for what? A week? You've been out for three days now, so that's like…almost but not really evencloseto two weeks."
Both Yami and Malik started laughing as their brown-eyed cousin backtracked.
"Anyways, that's like a whole week and three days of not jerking it. And your wrist is probably going to take another few weeks to heal–"
Yami clamped his hand over his mouth as he and Malik shook their heads, still laughing softly. "While I very much appreciate the play by play of my jacking off habits, I am not really in the mood to discuss this right now. This a public place, remember?"
Bakura ran his tongue all over Yami's hand and the red-eyed teen looked like he wanted to cry for a moment as he pulled it back and stared at the glistening skin. "Why the fuck should I care that this is a public place? Honestly, Yami, I thought you would know that people talk about this kind of stuff more often than not. I mean, shit, I listened to one guy talking about how he fucked his girlfriend against the flagpole one night."
Yugi actually cried from laughing so hard, drawing the other three's attention and making them stare before he waved them off and wiped at his eyes, grabbing his pizza slice and trying not to draw any more attention.
Joey loved that stupid flagpole. It was his favorite spot in the mornings, where he would lean against it while talking to the others. And some couple had had sex all over it. It was like one of those strange revenge dreams come true. The one where you didn't ask for it but you were ecstatic because it happened in the first place.
"You have no shame, Bakura. Let's hope your sister doesn't inherit that."
"Bitch please, I'm practicing not cursing and being as…shameless," Bakura argued, rolling his eyes and grabbing a plate with pizza as well.
"Right, by pretending Mokuba doesn't know all of that stuff," he muttered, shaking his head.
"Whoa, wait a second, what the fuck does that mean?" Malik objected.
Yami stopped short, grabbing some French fries and staring at them as they gave him confused looks. "What? You guys didn't…?" He burst out laughing. "Oh shit, you actually thought–fuck, you guys are clueless. Mokuba heard all about this shit while he was in the hospital. All the nurses would go to his room to gossip. He knows a lot more about sex than you two probably do."
Bakura and Malik opened and closed their mouths while Yami kept laughing and placed the French fries on Bakura's plate.
"What the hell…?"
"You owe me. You made me spit up my favorite gummy bear."
Malik burst out laughing and Bakura huffed. "Fuck. Fine, all right." He rolled his eyes. "Wait, so heknewwhat Malik said about…?" His eyes flicker briefly towards Yugi who felt it but didn't return it, opting instead to grab some spoons even though he was pretty sure he wasn't going to use them. "You and your girl shacking up?"
The smaller look-alike's fingers suddenly stopped working for a moment and his eyes flickered over while Yami laughed, "No shit. Why do you think Seto didn't give a fuck?"
"Wait, Seto–Kaiba?" a girl behind them asked, wide-eyed.
All three of them gave her mirroring expressions of disbelief.
"Butt the fuck out and stay in your little corner over there," Bakura snapped at her before turning back. "That makes so much more sense."
"Oh, I bet it does," Yami chuckled, shaking his head.
"So, back to the subject athand"–Yami and Malik both groaned at this–"have you tried using yourleft?"
Yugi choked on his laughter and earned three blank stares while he waved them off again, shaking his head.
"That would probably be difficult though," he continued, contemplating, smirking at his cousin's distressed face. "I mean, wouldn't it be like writing with your left hand or something? Maybe you should just get laid. Or are your ribs still too fucked for that?"
"He's ambidextrous," Malik argued suddenly, smirking when Yami groaned and covered his face with his hands, shaking his head. "So, technically, he could jerk off with both hands if he wanted to."
Bakura gave him a look of pure respect. "Good for you, cousin. Good. For. Fucking. You." And he nodded with each of these words while Yami looked like he wanted to cry and Malik was howling with laughter.
"God fucking–this is why I hate you guys."
Both of them cracked up as they clapped him on the shoulders before giving each other high-fives at the red-eyed boy's expense. Yugi hurriedly paid for his own food before getting out of the way of the three cousins, not wanting to feel that strange stinging ache in his side anymore.
Things took a different turn the next day at lunch. Yugi didn't even make it to the line. Well, actually, it wasn't even exactly time for lunch in all sense. It was more…the time rightbeforelunch would have started, in the few minutes between classes, in which they all had time to get to class with a locker break in the middle.
But it might as well have been lunch because that was where Yugi was headed when it all started up.
"Can I ask you something, Yugi?" Joey sneered, smirking widely while Yugi stood completely still, determined not to show any emotion. "Who's the bitch in the relationship?"
His teeth ground together.
"I mean, one of you has to be the one who gets on his knees. I would like to think it was you, because that would just behilarious, but I'm thinkinghemight be the bitch. Is your boy a cocksucker, Yugi? I think he is. I bet he flounces around in pink shirts drinking martinis, right?" He smirked wider. "You'vealwayshad control issues. It started with Tea, of course, and I think you like to dominate him. You'retopin the relationship because you weren't gay before you started hanging out with him, so you must have been looking for a bitch. Was losing Tea to him really that bad that you had to go and console yourself with your own competition? That's pathetic, Yugi.Reallypathetic. There are plenty more fish in the sea…did you never hear that expression? You could have kept up the fishing alittlelonger, dangled yourlittleworm in the water, so to speak and eventually you might have gotten a bite from a girl. Aren't there enough women in Domino to go around?"
Yugi was breathing slightly harder and he was glad that the uniform shirt was baggy or Joey would have seen his stomach practically flattening and expanding in quick movements. A lot of the taunts were actually hitting a lot harder than he expected but the rational part of his brain told him that the blond was just trying to get at him and he didn't want to give the fucker that satisfaction.
"You could always go somewhere else. There are more girls around. You're short as fuck, but some girls are into that. Or doyoulike to take it up the ass?" he asked, looking shocked for a moment. "Maybethat'swhy you stopped fighting for Tea and took Yami with you. You've alwaysbeengay, haven't you, Yugi? There was thatsomethingmissing when you kissed a girl so you thought one day you would just try it out with one of your buddies right–doesn't make you gay, huh? Just a little kiss, experimenting, everyone tries it out at one point or another, right?"
His breathing kicked up a notch, still silent but making his spine and torso tighten with every inhale.
"Is that what the collar's always been for? Becauseyou'rethe bitch?"
Yugi lunged and tackled him hard, using all the force of his shoulder to knock him off his feet and then pinning him as Yami had done to him–wrists above his head, legs locking his in place, weight focused strategically in his legs and left hand, right hand around his throat squeezing tightly.
When Joey tried to move, he was effectively restrained and Yugi was oddly satisfied with the fact that Yami had done this to him in the first place, because he had taught him a neat trick like this and though he had not liked it at the time with Yami's lips pulled back to show off his sharp canines, it had definitely come in handy now.
He released his throat when he started gasping and struggling harder and then started slamming his fist into his face repeatedly, more rage building with every hit; at some point he busted his nose and lip and blood was gushing from the impact, but he did not care to stop. Joey had tortured him for years about being short, about being weak, about how he needed to be a man and grow a pair, about how he was too weak for Tea, and now Yugi felt like pulling Yami into this was thelaststraw.
It was strange because he had never thought that Yami would be his breaking point, but that was exactly what he had become. A breaking point.
He punched harder, exhilaration rushing through his system at the pain he was inflicting on the blond, and was so caught up in the sensation that he missed it when someone grabbed him from behind and pulled him off roughly. He kicked and struggled against the grip but they secured his arms behind his back and held him like that.
He jerked to one side suddenly and threw them off balance, slamming a foot into theirs and then jerking into a spin that sent them flying off him and into the wall; he turned back to see who it was and stared for a moment.
He should have guessed it would be Tristan. Where the blond went, the brunet followed.
"Dude, Yugi, calm down," the brunet said calmly, not at all alarmed, holding his hands up. "Teachers are going to come pretty soon. You don't want to get another fight added to your record, right?"
"Fuck the record" sprang to mind immediately but it died when he suddenly caught sight of someone in the front of the crowd that had gathered while he was punching him. His eyes stretched wide and his heart skipped a beat; Yami. The red-eyed teen was in front of him, standing behind Joey's head, peering down at him.
Joey continued wiping blood from his face and glared at Yugi harshly but the blue-violet-eyed boy was mesmerized by the sight of his taller look-alike, standing only five feet away, still looking at Joey. He wanted him to look up at him, but suddenly the teen turned on his heel and shoved his way through the crowd who was staring at Yugi and Joey and laughing at the blond.
He ignored this all.
There was a strange pain in his chest as he watched the other boy disappear. He wanted to follow but his feet wouldn't obey and his lungs were starting to cave in, his throat closing up slightly as the pain intensified.
Yami was half asleep on the couch when he heard the knocking sound and jumped up, eyes wide and startled, instincts everywhere for a moment before he realized someone was at the door. He stumbled, his muscles stiff from the fetal position they had been stuck in for over three hours, and then stretched himself out before getting the door.
His eyebrows shot up and his mouth fell open for the first time in his life, but he couldn't even wrap his head around the image before him as he was tackled into a rather tight hug and the stench of alcohol wafted up into his nose. He didn't hug back and didn't make a move to do so either, instead opting for closing the door and then standing on his tiptoes, left hand braced against the wood and right reaching up to grasp the chain, his movements weighed down by the extra hundred and thirty pounds around his torso that had started to move slightly against him in confusion.
His penis hardened slightly at the small bit of friction and he finally managed to slip the head of the chain into the lock, pulling it down into place. He pulled back slightly and fell back hard when the person on him shifted position; he instinctively went to shield him from any pain, tightly wrapping himself around the boy against him and then staring up at the ceiling as pain exploded in the back of his mind.
Holy fuck his head hurt.
"Yugi…"
A head of wilder-than-usual hair and half-lidded slightly grumpy but mostly lust-darkened eyes stared up at him in as he moved just enough to pull his hands from Yami's back.
"Ugh, did I do this to you?"
It was rhetorical but Yugi shrugged and stretched his entire body out against his, wiggling so that he was straddling him and then leaning over him so that his face came into view and completely eclipsed the ceiling Yami had been so intent upon staring at. A small pink tongue licked at pale lips and Yami's penis hardened slightly again, hardening further as Yugi pulled his lips back into a wide grin and then started grinding relentlessly against him.
"Yugi," he moaned, trying to squirm out from under him. He really didn't need Yugi to hate him even more for what he did. He didn't want to do something stupid. "Focus for a second, will you?"
Yugi didn't stop his grinding and even moved with him like a dog against his leg when he pulled away a couple of inches; gods, he couldn't wrap his head around the situation. Yugi was definitely plastered and horny as fuck considering his behavior, but he was nodding at him too, obviously coherent enough to know what he was asking of him.
"What happened earlier?"
His eyes narrowed in confusion and his lips were once again wet by his tongue and Yami literally watched the thoughts dance behind his eyes before they seemed to slow and focus on one in particular.
"Joey pissed me off."
"How did he do that?"
"He called you a bitch." He licked his lips again. "And then he called me one."
The second explanation made a lot more sense. Why should Yugi care if Joey called Yami a bitch? It was just as Yugi said. It was just supposed to be fun–a few fucks to get their frustrations out. Nothing more, nothing less.
Pain laced through him at the memory of Yugi perched in the chair beside his hospital bed, saying that as if he actually had control of his affections. It wasn't like any emotion he had encountered before. The love just would not fucking turn off like all the others. He had tried so many times and failed so many more. Every time he tried Yugi's beautiful face, eyes bright, smile wide, would flash through his mind and he would fall back into some vicious cycle of mourning his love of him while trying to find a reason to leave him behind. It never worked.
He could not find a single thing and it hurt so much worse for even trying in the first place.
Yugi's lips were suddenly against his and when his mouth did not open a pair of frustrated hips slammed into his and he opened his mouth in a cry of shock that the smaller boy eagerly ate up, tongue immediately in his mouth, poking, prodding, moving roughly and impatiently.
Yami couldn't bring himself to do much more than let him have his way. He didn't encourage him but then he couldn't really stop his penis from hardening drastically the more he ground against him, and he was pretty sure that was why Yugi thought he wanted to keep going.
He was a little amazed by Yugi's persistence, by the way he still made his hips move wildly against his with a delicious friction that sent waves of pleasure through his system, a pulse of heat flooding through them both, especially when he started to pull at Yami's clothes.
He finally stopped him, breaking the kiss by turning his face away and feeling Yugi's mouth against his cheek, breathing hard and then nipping harshly at the rejection, making his eyes open wide in shock at the action. His eyes darted over to see that Yugi's had narrowed into slits of pure impatience and irritation, glaring at him in absolute unhappiness as his lips pulled into a pout of a frown that was terribly adorable and aroused him even further.
"Yugi–"
"I love you."
His words were too tilted. They were too sluggish. They were spoken too fast. They were too uneven.
"Oh gods, Yugi…"
He nodded at him and licked his lips, waiting for Yami to start kissing him again because this whole patience thing was annoying the shit out of him.
"Why?"
Huh?
Yugi's drunken mind took a long minute to catch up with that single word, spoken in distress and pure despair. Um…that wasneitherthe tone nor the word he had expected to hear.
He'd expected "I love you too" and then they could go back to their activities, speed them up a little, and end up fucking on the couch or in his room or something. So why was Yami unhappy? He'd just said what he wanted to hear, right? So what the fuck gave him the right to be so ungrateful? Didn't he–oh no. That was the problem. Yami understoodtoomuch.
"I love you."
It came out underlined in desperation and he hurried to press his lips against Yami's again only to feel the body under him go completely still as if he'd turned to stone; in his confusion, he didn't realize that Yami was baiting him into his next action. He pulled away, staring at him in confusion, and then was very suddenly rolled over and away while Yami scrambled back a few steps and stared at him with a miserable expression.
Yugi licked his lips and frowned in confusion, tilting his head and then wrinkling his nose. He could play dumb. Then again, maybe he justwasdumb. This had to be the worst plan in the history of plans.
"What?" he managed, voice coming out innocently tilted and confused; he was impressed with himself at being able to even control his drunken slurs but Yami's expression only grew tenfold before his head turned away and his voice cracked when he muttered, "You have to go."
"What?"
Yami barely managed to contain the flinch at the disbelief and anger that Yugi's voice now held.
"I said you have to go."
"Why?" Yugi demanded angrily, crawling forward slightly and then unhappily, jerkily grabbing his chin and sloppily turning his face back to see that Yami's eyes were distressed, miserable, and yet burning with defiance and a fierceness that made his stomach flip several times.
"Because you're drunk and you don't love me. Now just go."
"What? Yes I do."
"No, Yugi, you don't. Now just…just stop."
He lost all semblance of his original plan, snarling, "Why? You said it when you were drunk too!"
"You don'tgetit, Yugi!" he snapped viciously, leaning forward so that their faces were an inch apart and his lips curled back to show off his teeth in a display of pure anger. "I got drunkbecauseI loved you. I was scared and freaked out and I went out and I got my ass plastered. You did this because you wanted to be able to lie about it. You wanted to be able to say it andpretendit was true. But it's not and I need you to get out of here."
Yugi got up and sneered, "Fine!" in a voice close to a shout while Yami stared up at him with a fierce look that showed nothing but raw anger. "I never gave a fuck about you anyways!"
The words may have been said in a drunken rage but it didn't stop them from kicking him so hard he couldn't breathe right; his heart hurt with the stab of the statement and he curled in on himself, pulling his knees to his chest and hugging them tightly before looking at the smaller teen.
Yugi stomped his feet a couple of times, unsure of what else to do and then slowly his attention turned back to the door. When the hell had that gotten so far away? He stared at it in confusion for a moment and then made a noise in the back of his throat like "humph" and headed for it, grasping the doorknob and pulling only to find that it would not open; for a moment he stared and then it clicked. He released the knob rather sloppily and pulled the lock back to fall on its side before smirking triumphantly.
Take that piece of shit Yami's door!
Or…Yami's piece of shit door…?
Ugh, he was too drunk for grammar.
He pulled the door open to have it part an inch before stopping; his hand hurt with the force of the ricochet he received from the sturdy chain that snapped the door back in place. His drunken stupor left him confused as to how the hell the door did that. He opened it again and then jumped back when it snapped into place again.
Yami watched him with an intense curiosity and wild confusion. What the hell was wrong with him?
Yugi tried the door again and jumped even farther backwards.
The door was possessed…
That was the only way it could do that. No other doors shut themselves like this.
He approached it slowly, reaching a hand out a couple of times before snatching it back again and then licking his lips once. It didn't look like it would hurt him at least…
He grasped it with both hands, twisted slowly as if to appease it, pulled it back slightly and then froze when the door stopped at an inch of space open. His eyes flickered up the wall to the chain lock and stared in utter confusion. What the hell was that? Was that how the door kept shutting itself?
He glanced over his shoulder at Yami, mystified by the chain, and Yami stared up at him in pure laughter as he got to his feet. "Yugi, go sit on the couch."
"No, you just kicked me out," Yugi snapped, huffing and trying to work out the solution to the chain lock, head tilting to the side. Yami came to his side, taking his hands and gently pulling them away before closing the door and locking it again.
"What are you doing?" Yugi wailed, eyes widening. "You know this is kidnapping, right?"
"It is not. You came here of your own free will and now you're too fucking drunk to figure out how to use the door. I'm saving a life."
For whatever reason, that comment went right over his head. "Are you a firefighter?"
He blinked a few times, staring at the door and then slowly turned around to look at him with a pair of furrowed brows and narrowed eyes. "Yes." He nodded a couple of times and watched as Yugi's eyes and face lit up beautifully with the information. Yugi probably wouldn't remember anything when he woke up. "Come on, little one, let's go sit on the couch."
Yugi blinked and then shook his head stubbornly. "No, I want to go home."
Yami rolled his eyes up to the ceiling and then grabbed him and threw him over his shoulder, making him cry out and hit him wildly with his fists, screaming, "Let go! Let go of me! I don't like you! Leave me alone!"
Yami rolled his eyes, figuring that this was the worst he could dish out, but then jumped a mile with a very high-pitched squeak when Yugi opted for pinching his ass instead of just hitting him anymore. Yugi burst into giggles and hid his face in his hands while Yami dropped him onto the couch with a fond look.
Yugi giggled harder and then reached for his hip but Yami pushed his hand away, taking a seat at the other end of the couch; after a full thirty minutes of doing nothing in particular with the background sound of the TV on, Yugi crawled over to him. At first Yami stared at him warily and got ready to get up in case he tried to do something, but then Yugi dropped his head into his lap and snuggled into his side, falling asleep a moment later.
Yami stared at him for a long time and then gently raked his fingers through his hair, still feeling the sting of his words but not dwelling on them. They bit viciously at the back of his mind and he had to remind himself over eighteen times that Yugi was drunk and probably didn't mean it.Probably. Onlyprobably.
He chanted that in his head, under his breath, even started somehow subconsciously tracing the words with his fingers into Yugi's scalp, the entire night, or well, for part of it. Until he really had to move because his legs were starting to lose circulation and the position made him stiff.
And then he had been forced to gently, awkwardly, move Yugi away to the middle cushion where the boy mumbled softly in his sleep and then woke up for a split second to stretch himself out like a dog, laying on his stomach and laying his face down into the cool silky couch cover.
Yami had never once thought of the lounge chair as uncomfortable until that night. He couldn't sit against the cushions because the stupid buttons pressed into his back, but they served their purpose to keep him awake. Every time Yugi so much as breathed differently he was on his feet and ready to help him in case he started throwing up.
Every time it was a false alarm, however. He would breathe a little deeper and Yami would be on his feet immediately only to have Yugi's head turn one way or the other so that his cheek was lying against the cushion instead of face down. Yami spent all twelve hours of the night just going over what one was supposed to do if someone began choking on their own vomit.
Yami had never been a stupid kid and his mind was rather endless when it came to knowledge and ideas so he knew what to do although the possibility of having to do so scared him like all hell. He really hoped Yugi wouldn't start vomiting because he didn't want the smaller teen to have to go through choking on his own puke.
Yami remembered he had seen a teenager do that very thing on video and he'd nearly pissed himself at the age of eight. His father had drilled it into his mind that he was only to have fine wines and nothing else because that was the society that they ruled over and anything less was disgraceful.
The sunlight was streaming through the windows when Yugi finally stirred, hissing in pain at the throbbing in the back of his head and slowly sitting up with a wince. For a long moment he didn't recognize where he was but then Yami came into view, placing two water bottles, a Gatorade and a cup of coffee in front of him, and it came back to him in slow fragments like someone had dialed back the speed on a movie he was watching. Yami had rejected him.
Then again, he had been smart as hell to figure out that he had gotten plastered in order to even beableto say that he loved him back. What if he could never say those words? His stomach twisted with the idea. It didn't matter if it was just Yami now who said he loved him or if down the road there were a million different lovers that he had and they all said it. Because if he couldn't even say it to Yami, who haunted his thoughts half the time, who left him practically breathless with lust just by being in the same room, then who the hellcouldhe say it to?
"You're going to get dehydrated in about three minutes when you toss up your cookies. First you need to drink the water, then alternate it for Gatorade, water again, and then you can have your caffeine."
Yugi stared at him and then spat, "Why the fuck should you care?" in an angry, hoarse voice that made his cotton dry mouth hurt and his throat constrict.
Yami gave him a look that clearly saidare you fucking kidding me right nowand left him feeling stupid; of course he was going to care if he was… Yugi swallowed hard at the thought and, just as Yami predicted, he felt his stomach heave and bile rose up in the back of his mouth. The red-eyed teen moved out the way just in time for him to avoid getting run into as Yugi fled into the bathroom and started throwing up loudly.
He took a spot on the loveseat, shaking his head and leaning forward with his elbows against his knees; if he hadn't thought that he would end up hurting Yugi's head, he would turn the TV back on, but as he had found out the day after his little fun at Yugi's house the first time, moving pictures, flashing lights, and loud noises werenotgood company for a hangover. Instead he listened to the sound of Yugi throwing up and if he had thought it would have been of comfort, he would have gone and rubbed his back while he vomited, but he had a feeling that Yugi was not happy with the fact that he had both pushed him away.
He ran his hands through his hair, let his bangs get caught wrapped around his pinky finger, struggling for a moment to pull it out; after a whole night of stressing out and jumping up at every little sound Yugi made, his hair was practically a hotel service that rats and birds would happily nest in it. The tangles were endless due to his jerky hand movements because it seemed that every time he went to run his hands through his hair, Yugi had shifted and he'd been scared shitless to the point that he actually at some time pulled a massive clump of his own hair out when he got back from a small bathroom break to find Yugi was making some strange noise that he had mistaken for choking. Yami still wasn't sure what that noise was. Maybe it was just snoring.
When you were drunk, you slept differently than when you were sober and because of this, Yugi could have just been snoring. It would definitely explain it.
Yami didn't plan to tell Yugi what had happened. He had no plans whatsoever to tell him that he had spent all night awake and jumpy, although, now that he thought about it, it was probably written all over his face. He had seen it in mirror at once point and had nearly cried out.
Bags, rats' nest, his eyes swollen and puffy and red from rubbing them all night, his clothes wrinkled brutally from his constant moving around, the way his eyelids drooped, and the fact that right beneath his right eye, he had rubbed the skin to the point that it had actually flaked off and instead of the nice golden-bronze shade, it was red and pink and looked like he had torn open a blister and it had yet to scab over.
Yami had not gone to the restroom in eight hours because of his watching Yugi but he wasn't complaining either. He'd often had to sit through thirteen hour lessons with his mother teaching him all the things she thought he would need to succeed. From six to eight he had had trouble with it, but after nine years old he had learned to control his own body functions so well that he could go a full two days without using the restroom. Not that he ever planned to have to do that.
But he had been curious at one point when he was fourteen and after the two day mark he was just glad he could still use the restroom at all with the way he felt so strange and bloated. He never planned to test that little…rather disgusting talent of his again.
But fuck if his uncanny ability to hold in excursions hadn't taken a load of stress off of him during his childhood. Every time he had to take a bathroom break during his mother's teaching hours, he'd gotten a five-page essay to do on the history of Egypt and the pharaohs–the ancient lineage of monarchs that they haled from. He definitely recognized the pharaoh he was named after. They looked alike, except that that Atem had strange purple flecks in his eyes and Yami had purely red eyes.
Yugi returned half an hour later, stumbling a little and definitely not happy as he plopped down on the couch next to him, frowning and looking at the drinks on the table. The coffee smelled so good, but Yami had more experience with hangovers than he did, so if he said he needed to get hydrated again first…
He took one of the water bottles and started sipping, the cool liquid soothing his burning throat and acidic mouth. He was disappointed to find that Yami's keen eyes were not open, instead closed and pressed against the heels of his hands, his entire posture slumped over and tired.
"You okay?" he managed to rasp.
Yami didn't respond for a full minute and when he did, all Yugi received was a measly nod that both pissed him off and worried him to no end.
"You sure?"
He didn't have to wait nearly as long this time. Yami nodded almost immediately, pulling his hands away slightly and then laying his arms down against his knees, eyes opening slightly and regarding him with a sidelong glance.
Yugi felt sick for a moment, taking in all the things wrong with this picture. Yami looked defeated, tired, unable to gain any bearing. His eyes were dark and shadowed, marred by black bags and even his eyelashes seemed to droop–although that was probably just the small bit of dizziness Yugi had acquired from that painful run into the bathroom and back. His lips were set into a hard line, not one of disapproval, but sorrow and pain. His hair was knotted and it was rather evident that he had torn a patch out at some point by the way some of them stuck out and looked jagged and rather static-like in their design. His bangs were unruly and no longer fell together in long strands; instead they looked like he had run his fingers through them to the point that they could no longer stick together. And when Yami finally turned his head a little to gesture to his water bottle with a slight nod, Yugi could see that his eyes were swollen, puffy, reddened, but obviously not from crying.
No, Yami had not cried, he had rubbed at his eyes until they were sore to the touch. Yugi recognized that from three days straight of being in the hospital when his grandfather first had a heart attack and his parents weren't around. He had not left the hospital room once in that three day period. He'd gotten cramped, tired, cranky, from sleeping on one of those stupid chairs, but he hadn't complained, had watched cable until he was practically bleeding out script lines, and then he had rejoiced when his grandfather pulled through, as he always did.
Which meant that Yami had stayed up all night. Watching him. Making sure nothing…happened to him.
His stomach twisted. Holy crap.
Yugi almost wanted to throw up with the force of the realization. Fuck, Yami had stayed up all night to take care of him. The guilt ate away at his stomach and left him winded for a moment. He didn't even know what he would have done if Yami had thrown up in his sleep.
He didn't know what to say for a long time before clearing his throat and muttering, "Um…thanks."
The taller boy didn't respond, not that Yugi had really expected him to.
"You, uh…at school." God, his mouth tasted disgusting.
Yami merely reached forward and grabbed the blue Gatorade, opening it and sliding it forward. "Alternate between water and Gatorade. Finish those off and then you can have your caffeine," he muttered, a not-so-precise repetition of his previous words upon Yugi's awakening.
"You didn't tell them that it was photo-shopped. Why didn't you back me up on that?"
The taller teen frowned as he watched Yugi take a sip of the blue liquid followed by water and back again, his red eyes tracking him as he tilted his head. "I have no plans to do so," he admitted.
Yugi put the cap back on his Gatorade and Yami took in the way that his knuckles grew white with their grip on the orange plastic; for a moment they stared at each other and then Yugi shot forward so fast it was amazing his headache didn't kill him. Yami was thrown sideways off the couch, hit the ground hard, and felt Yugi's hands around his neck for a split second before sobbing noises echoed through the silence, thick and swollen and sounding like he was blubbering.
His hands pulled away from his neck and the sobbing grew louder as his shoulders shook but Yami did nothing but stare up at him in utter confusion; why the fuck was he crying? What the hell was going on?
Yugi shifted and moved away from him, backed up into couch, pulling his legs up to wrap his arms around them and sob into his knees. Yami forced himself upright enough to look at him with wide eyes, confused and feeling a small pang of pain in the back of his mind that left him even worse off than he was before.
"Hey, did I ever…tell you why I came here?" Yami finally asked when Yugi's sobbing became too much to see, too much to hear; the smaller boy shook his head without looking up. "When I first turned three, rumors started appearing out of nowhere in Egypt. Things about my mom, about me, about my dad. People claimed that I was illegitimate, a bastard child."
Yugi shifted slightly but didn't look up completely, instead settling for looking at him over the crook of his folded right elbow.
"The rumor was that my parents…weren't mine. That I wasn't really Ambassador Aknamkanon's son."
"Sothat'show you pronounce it," Yugi muttered, just loud enough for Yami to hear it even through the barrier of his arms and knees, his eyes wide as he regarded Yami curiously.
Yami blinked once and then laughed. "I know, right? Too many letters."
"That was what I thought!"
Yami chuckled and shook his head, leaning back against the coffee table and thinking for a moment. "My mom…is not very well known for being the most faithful. Before my father, she…had many lovers. It was like…she craved the attention." He gave Yugi a pointed look and for a moment Yugi didn't understand and then it dawned on him; that was how Yami knew that he sought out attention the way he did, because his mother did the same. "So it was really surprising that she settled down with my father. And especially so when they announced that they were going to have a child. She had never really…gotten pregnant before–people thought she was barren for a long time–so I came as a shock to everyone, especially the doctors. I am the only child she could ever have."
Yugi opened and closed his mouth and then gave him a small sympathetic look that Yami scowled at.
"And I…look nothing like them. People came up with rumors that I was not really their son so we had paternity tests when I was four until I turned ten. That was how bad the rumors were. Proof of my parents was posted everywhere in Egypt. Things were just…really fucked up." He shrugged a little, crossing his legs and thinking for a long minute. "And what was worse is that people didn't really believe the paternity tests. So, when I turned twelve and hit puberty, a bunch of shit happened. First my parents tried to get me hitched with females everywhere…as long as they were part of the same social hierarchy as we were."
Yugi blinked.
"And rebellion broke out. People started thinking I was biogenetically engineered to make us seem more powerful in Egypt"–at Yugi's blank look, he sighed softly–"as in they thought that my parents paid someone to give me certain features so that I would look exactly like the pharaoh Atem so that they could name me that and have more power."
"Can…can people do that?"
"I don't know. I've heard rumors, but I've never really…thought about it or witnessed it. I just know that people seem to think that I am one of them."
"I'm sorry."
Yami gave him a sharp look. "Anyways, my parents sent me here to shield me from the rumors of my mother's infidelity towards my father. I always wanted to come here because it just seemed like a really nice place to go. Father and I argued for hours on end about this"–he neglected to mention that most of that was him begging forgiveness while his father screamed and looked ready to tear him to pieces the entire time–"but he finally relented when my mother told him that it could only further my education."
For a long minute neither of them spoke and Yami collected his thoughts before tipping his head towards the ceiling, eyes closed.
"The rumor morphed into the fact that I was the illegitimate bastard child of my mother, that my father is merely covering up something. I wasted six years doing fucking paternity tests with my parents for nothing," he growled, opening his eyes in a roll before twisting his body to fall back against the carpet in the space between the couch and the table. "The political scandal became too much of a focus in my life. Someone actually tried to kidnap me at one point in order to see what would happen if they took blood. Someone else claimed that they were my father. Rumors shot up everywhere. And then I came here and it was like I dropped off the face of the planet in Egypt."
Yugi opened his mouth but was beaten to the punch.
"People are still obsessed with it though. They honestly don't believe my father is a descendant of the monarchs. But he has to be, right? I mean, if he wasn't…I wouldn't look like I do," he muttered in wonder before shaking his head. "Either way, I'm in Japan now because of this. Well, actually, I'm stuck herenowbecause my cousin got me emancipated, but that's beside the point."
"I'm sorry, Yami."
Yami didn't respond.
For a moment Yugi didn't say anything.
"I'm really sorry–"
"Shut the fuck up already. I don't need your fucking pity, Yugi," he snapped viciously. "Besides, you need to fucking worry about yourself rather than me because shit at school is just going to get worse than it already has been."
Note: Story will be updated every Wednesday
Warning: TONS of cursing throughout story
Chapter Warning: Chapter has mentions of masturbation, homosexual slander and underage drinking
Masturbation Warning: Masturbation is mentioned in the first part of chapter. Semi-graphic but in a joking manner. Nothing serious.
Homosexual Slander Warning: Homosexual slander (use of "fag/faggot") is used in second part of chapter.
Underage Drinking Warning: Underage drinking is mentioned in final part of chapter.
Chapter XIII: You Have To Go
"So how long has it been since you jerked off?"
Yami choked and spat out his gummy bear, gawking at the silver-haired teen as they went through the lunch line; several people behind them started laughing and Malik clapped him on the back, snickering. Yugi, standing a little ahead of them, let his eyes flicker in his direction curiously, watching as the red-eyed teen blushed and then looked at his lost gummy bear dejectedly.
"Fuck you, Bakura."
"No, I'm totally being serious," Bakura argued, laughing. "I mean, you were in the hospital for what? A week? You've been out for three days now, so that's like…almost but not really evencloseto two weeks."
Both Yami and Malik started laughing as their brown-eyed cousin backtracked.
"Anyways, that's like a whole week and three days of not jerking it. And your wrist is probably going to take another few weeks to heal–"
Yami clamped his hand over his mouth as he and Malik shook their heads, still laughing softly. "While I very much appreciate the play by play of my jacking off habits, I am not really in the mood to discuss this right now. This a public place, remember?"
Bakura ran his tongue all over Yami's hand and the red-eyed teen looked like he wanted to cry for a moment as he pulled it back and stared at the glistening skin. "Why the fuck should I care that this is a public place? Honestly, Yami, I thought you would know that people talk about this kind of stuff more often than not. I mean, shit, I listened to one guy talking about how he fucked his girlfriend against the flagpole one night."
Yugi actually cried from laughing so hard, drawing the other three's attention and making them stare before he waved them off and wiped at his eyes, grabbing his pizza slice and trying not to draw any more attention.
Joey loved that stupid flagpole. It was his favorite spot in the mornings, where he would lean against it while talking to the others. And some couple had had sex all over it. It was like one of those strange revenge dreams come true. The one where you didn't ask for it but you were ecstatic because it happened in the first place.
"You have no shame, Bakura. Let's hope your sister doesn't inherit that."
"Bitch please, I'm practicing not cursing and being as…shameless," Bakura argued, rolling his eyes and grabbing a plate with pizza as well.
"Right, by pretending Mokuba doesn't know all of that stuff," he muttered, shaking his head.
"Whoa, wait a second, what the fuck does that mean?" Malik objected.
Yami stopped short, grabbing some French fries and staring at them as they gave him confused looks. "What? You guys didn't…?" He burst out laughing. "Oh shit, you actually thought–fuck, you guys are clueless. Mokuba heard all about this shit while he was in the hospital. All the nurses would go to his room to gossip. He knows a lot more about sex than you two probably do."
Bakura and Malik opened and closed their mouths while Yami kept laughing and placed the French fries on Bakura's plate.
"What the hell…?"
"You owe me. You made me spit up my favorite gummy bear."
Malik burst out laughing and Bakura huffed. "Fuck. Fine, all right." He rolled his eyes. "Wait, so heknewwhat Malik said about…?" His eyes flicker briefly towards Yugi who felt it but didn't return it, opting instead to grab some spoons even though he was pretty sure he wasn't going to use them. "You and your girl shacking up?"
The smaller look-alike's fingers suddenly stopped working for a moment and his eyes flickered over while Yami laughed, "No shit. Why do you think Seto didn't give a fuck?"
"Wait, Seto–Kaiba?" a girl behind them asked, wide-eyed.
All three of them gave her mirroring expressions of disbelief.
"Butt the fuck out and stay in your little corner over there," Bakura snapped at her before turning back. "That makes so much more sense."
"Oh, I bet it does," Yami chuckled, shaking his head.
"So, back to the subject athand"–Yami and Malik both groaned at this–"have you tried using yourleft?"
Yugi choked on his laughter and earned three blank stares while he waved them off again, shaking his head.
"That would probably be difficult though," he continued, contemplating, smirking at his cousin's distressed face. "I mean, wouldn't it be like writing with your left hand or something? Maybe you should just get laid. Or are your ribs still too fucked for that?"
"He's ambidextrous," Malik argued suddenly, smirking when Yami groaned and covered his face with his hands, shaking his head. "So, technically, he could jerk off with both hands if he wanted to."
Bakura gave him a look of pure respect. "Good for you, cousin. Good. For. Fucking. You." And he nodded with each of these words while Yami looked like he wanted to cry and Malik was howling with laughter.
"God fucking–this is why I hate you guys."
Both of them cracked up as they clapped him on the shoulders before giving each other high-fives at the red-eyed boy's expense. Yugi hurriedly paid for his own food before getting out of the way of the three cousins, not wanting to feel that strange stinging ache in his side anymore.
Things took a different turn the next day at lunch. Yugi didn't even make it to the line. Well, actually, it wasn't even exactly time for lunch in all sense. It was more…the time rightbeforelunch would have started, in the few minutes between classes, in which they all had time to get to class with a locker break in the middle.
But it might as well have been lunch because that was where Yugi was headed when it all started up.
"Can I ask you something, Yugi?" Joey sneered, smirking widely while Yugi stood completely still, determined not to show any emotion. "Who's the bitch in the relationship?"
His teeth ground together.
"I mean, one of you has to be the one who gets on his knees. I would like to think it was you, because that would just behilarious, but I'm thinkinghemight be the bitch. Is your boy a cocksucker, Yugi? I think he is. I bet he flounces around in pink shirts drinking martinis, right?" He smirked wider. "You'vealwayshad control issues. It started with Tea, of course, and I think you like to dominate him. You'retopin the relationship because you weren't gay before you started hanging out with him, so you must have been looking for a bitch. Was losing Tea to him really that bad that you had to go and console yourself with your own competition? That's pathetic, Yugi.Reallypathetic. There are plenty more fish in the sea…did you never hear that expression? You could have kept up the fishing alittlelonger, dangled yourlittleworm in the water, so to speak and eventually you might have gotten a bite from a girl. Aren't there enough women in Domino to go around?"
Yugi was breathing slightly harder and he was glad that the uniform shirt was baggy or Joey would have seen his stomach practically flattening and expanding in quick movements. A lot of the taunts were actually hitting a lot harder than he expected but the rational part of his brain told him that the blond was just trying to get at him and he didn't want to give the fucker that satisfaction.
"You could always go somewhere else. There are more girls around. You're short as fuck, but some girls are into that. Or doyoulike to take it up the ass?" he asked, looking shocked for a moment. "Maybethat'swhy you stopped fighting for Tea and took Yami with you. You've alwaysbeengay, haven't you, Yugi? There was thatsomethingmissing when you kissed a girl so you thought one day you would just try it out with one of your buddies right–doesn't make you gay, huh? Just a little kiss, experimenting, everyone tries it out at one point or another, right?"
His breathing kicked up a notch, still silent but making his spine and torso tighten with every inhale.
"Is that what the collar's always been for? Becauseyou'rethe bitch?"
Yugi lunged and tackled him hard, using all the force of his shoulder to knock him off his feet and then pinning him as Yami had done to him–wrists above his head, legs locking his in place, weight focused strategically in his legs and left hand, right hand around his throat squeezing tightly.
When Joey tried to move, he was effectively restrained and Yugi was oddly satisfied with the fact that Yami had done this to him in the first place, because he had taught him a neat trick like this and though he had not liked it at the time with Yami's lips pulled back to show off his sharp canines, it had definitely come in handy now.
He released his throat when he started gasping and struggling harder and then started slamming his fist into his face repeatedly, more rage building with every hit; at some point he busted his nose and lip and blood was gushing from the impact, but he did not care to stop. Joey had tortured him for years about being short, about being weak, about how he needed to be a man and grow a pair, about how he was too weak for Tea, and now Yugi felt like pulling Yami into this was thelaststraw.
It was strange because he had never thought that Yami would be his breaking point, but that was exactly what he had become. A breaking point.
He punched harder, exhilaration rushing through his system at the pain he was inflicting on the blond, and was so caught up in the sensation that he missed it when someone grabbed him from behind and pulled him off roughly. He kicked and struggled against the grip but they secured his arms behind his back and held him like that.
He jerked to one side suddenly and threw them off balance, slamming a foot into theirs and then jerking into a spin that sent them flying off him and into the wall; he turned back to see who it was and stared for a moment.
He should have guessed it would be Tristan. Where the blond went, the brunet followed.
"Dude, Yugi, calm down," the brunet said calmly, not at all alarmed, holding his hands up. "Teachers are going to come pretty soon. You don't want to get another fight added to your record, right?"
"Fuck the record" sprang to mind immediately but it died when he suddenly caught sight of someone in the front of the crowd that had gathered while he was punching him. His eyes stretched wide and his heart skipped a beat; Yami. The red-eyed teen was in front of him, standing behind Joey's head, peering down at him.
Joey continued wiping blood from his face and glared at Yugi harshly but the blue-violet-eyed boy was mesmerized by the sight of his taller look-alike, standing only five feet away, still looking at Joey. He wanted him to look up at him, but suddenly the teen turned on his heel and shoved his way through the crowd who was staring at Yugi and Joey and laughing at the blond.
He ignored this all.
There was a strange pain in his chest as he watched the other boy disappear. He wanted to follow but his feet wouldn't obey and his lungs were starting to cave in, his throat closing up slightly as the pain intensified.
Yami was half asleep on the couch when he heard the knocking sound and jumped up, eyes wide and startled, instincts everywhere for a moment before he realized someone was at the door. He stumbled, his muscles stiff from the fetal position they had been stuck in for over three hours, and then stretched himself out before getting the door.
His eyebrows shot up and his mouth fell open for the first time in his life, but he couldn't even wrap his head around the image before him as he was tackled into a rather tight hug and the stench of alcohol wafted up into his nose. He didn't hug back and didn't make a move to do so either, instead opting for closing the door and then standing on his tiptoes, left hand braced against the wood and right reaching up to grasp the chain, his movements weighed down by the extra hundred and thirty pounds around his torso that had started to move slightly against him in confusion.
His penis hardened slightly at the small bit of friction and he finally managed to slip the head of the chain into the lock, pulling it down into place. He pulled back slightly and fell back hard when the person on him shifted position; he instinctively went to shield him from any pain, tightly wrapping himself around the boy against him and then staring up at the ceiling as pain exploded in the back of his mind.
Holy fuck his head hurt.
"Yugi…"
A head of wilder-than-usual hair and half-lidded slightly grumpy but mostly lust-darkened eyes stared up at him in as he moved just enough to pull his hands from Yami's back.
"Ugh, did I do this to you?"
It was rhetorical but Yugi shrugged and stretched his entire body out against his, wiggling so that he was straddling him and then leaning over him so that his face came into view and completely eclipsed the ceiling Yami had been so intent upon staring at. A small pink tongue licked at pale lips and Yami's penis hardened slightly again, hardening further as Yugi pulled his lips back into a wide grin and then started grinding relentlessly against him.
"Yugi," he moaned, trying to squirm out from under him. He really didn't need Yugi to hate him even more for what he did. He didn't want to do something stupid. "Focus for a second, will you?"
Yugi didn't stop his grinding and even moved with him like a dog against his leg when he pulled away a couple of inches; gods, he couldn't wrap his head around the situation. Yugi was definitely plastered and horny as fuck considering his behavior, but he was nodding at him too, obviously coherent enough to know what he was asking of him.
"What happened earlier?"
His eyes narrowed in confusion and his lips were once again wet by his tongue and Yami literally watched the thoughts dance behind his eyes before they seemed to slow and focus on one in particular.
"Joey pissed me off."
"How did he do that?"
"He called you a bitch." He licked his lips again. "And then he called me one."
The second explanation made a lot more sense. Why should Yugi care if Joey called Yami a bitch? It was just as Yugi said. It was just supposed to be fun–a few fucks to get their frustrations out. Nothing more, nothing less.
Pain laced through him at the memory of Yugi perched in the chair beside his hospital bed, saying that as if he actually had control of his affections. It wasn't like any emotion he had encountered before. The love just would not fucking turn off like all the others. He had tried so many times and failed so many more. Every time he tried Yugi's beautiful face, eyes bright, smile wide, would flash through his mind and he would fall back into some vicious cycle of mourning his love of him while trying to find a reason to leave him behind. It never worked.
He could not find a single thing and it hurt so much worse for even trying in the first place.
Yugi's lips were suddenly against his and when his mouth did not open a pair of frustrated hips slammed into his and he opened his mouth in a cry of shock that the smaller boy eagerly ate up, tongue immediately in his mouth, poking, prodding, moving roughly and impatiently.
Yami couldn't bring himself to do much more than let him have his way. He didn't encourage him but then he couldn't really stop his penis from hardening drastically the more he ground against him, and he was pretty sure that was why Yugi thought he wanted to keep going.
He was a little amazed by Yugi's persistence, by the way he still made his hips move wildly against his with a delicious friction that sent waves of pleasure through his system, a pulse of heat flooding through them both, especially when he started to pull at Yami's clothes.
He finally stopped him, breaking the kiss by turning his face away and feeling Yugi's mouth against his cheek, breathing hard and then nipping harshly at the rejection, making his eyes open wide in shock at the action. His eyes darted over to see that Yugi's had narrowed into slits of pure impatience and irritation, glaring at him in absolute unhappiness as his lips pulled into a pout of a frown that was terribly adorable and aroused him even further.
"Yugi–"
"I love you."
His words were too tilted. They were too sluggish. They were spoken too fast. They were too uneven.
"Oh gods, Yugi…"
He nodded at him and licked his lips, waiting for Yami to start kissing him again because this whole patience thing was annoying the shit out of him.
"Why?"
Huh?
Yugi's drunken mind took a long minute to catch up with that single word, spoken in distress and pure despair. Um…that wasneitherthe tone nor the word he had expected to hear.
He'd expected "I love you too" and then they could go back to their activities, speed them up a little, and end up fucking on the couch or in his room or something. So why was Yami unhappy? He'd just said what he wanted to hear, right? So what the fuck gave him the right to be so ungrateful? Didn't he–oh no. That was the problem. Yami understoodtoomuch.
"I love you."
It came out underlined in desperation and he hurried to press his lips against Yami's again only to feel the body under him go completely still as if he'd turned to stone; in his confusion, he didn't realize that Yami was baiting him into his next action. He pulled away, staring at him in confusion, and then was very suddenly rolled over and away while Yami scrambled back a few steps and stared at him with a miserable expression.
Yugi licked his lips and frowned in confusion, tilting his head and then wrinkling his nose. He could play dumb. Then again, maybe he justwasdumb. This had to be the worst plan in the history of plans.
"What?" he managed, voice coming out innocently tilted and confused; he was impressed with himself at being able to even control his drunken slurs but Yami's expression only grew tenfold before his head turned away and his voice cracked when he muttered, "You have to go."
"What?"
Yami barely managed to contain the flinch at the disbelief and anger that Yugi's voice now held.
"I said you have to go."
"Why?" Yugi demanded angrily, crawling forward slightly and then unhappily, jerkily grabbing his chin and sloppily turning his face back to see that Yami's eyes were distressed, miserable, and yet burning with defiance and a fierceness that made his stomach flip several times.
"Because you're drunk and you don't love me. Now just go."
"What? Yes I do."
"No, Yugi, you don't. Now just…just stop."
He lost all semblance of his original plan, snarling, "Why? You said it when you were drunk too!"
"You don'tgetit, Yugi!" he snapped viciously, leaning forward so that their faces were an inch apart and his lips curled back to show off his teeth in a display of pure anger. "I got drunkbecauseI loved you. I was scared and freaked out and I went out and I got my ass plastered. You did this because you wanted to be able to lie about it. You wanted to be able to say it andpretendit was true. But it's not and I need you to get out of here."
Yugi got up and sneered, "Fine!" in a voice close to a shout while Yami stared up at him with a fierce look that showed nothing but raw anger. "I never gave a fuck about you anyways!"
The words may have been said in a drunken rage but it didn't stop them from kicking him so hard he couldn't breathe right; his heart hurt with the stab of the statement and he curled in on himself, pulling his knees to his chest and hugging them tightly before looking at the smaller teen.
Yugi stomped his feet a couple of times, unsure of what else to do and then slowly his attention turned back to the door. When the hell had that gotten so far away? He stared at it in confusion for a moment and then made a noise in the back of his throat like "humph" and headed for it, grasping the doorknob and pulling only to find that it would not open; for a moment he stared and then it clicked. He released the knob rather sloppily and pulled the lock back to fall on its side before smirking triumphantly.
Take that piece of shit Yami's door!
Or…Yami's piece of shit door…?
Ugh, he was too drunk for grammar.
He pulled the door open to have it part an inch before stopping; his hand hurt with the force of the ricochet he received from the sturdy chain that snapped the door back in place. His drunken stupor left him confused as to how the hell the door did that. He opened it again and then jumped back when it snapped into place again.
Yami watched him with an intense curiosity and wild confusion. What the hell was wrong with him?
Yugi tried the door again and jumped even farther backwards.
The door was possessed…
That was the only way it could do that. No other doors shut themselves like this.
He approached it slowly, reaching a hand out a couple of times before snatching it back again and then licking his lips once. It didn't look like it would hurt him at least…
He grasped it with both hands, twisted slowly as if to appease it, pulled it back slightly and then froze when the door stopped at an inch of space open. His eyes flickered up the wall to the chain lock and stared in utter confusion. What the hell was that? Was that how the door kept shutting itself?
He glanced over his shoulder at Yami, mystified by the chain, and Yami stared up at him in pure laughter as he got to his feet. "Yugi, go sit on the couch."
"No, you just kicked me out," Yugi snapped, huffing and trying to work out the solution to the chain lock, head tilting to the side. Yami came to his side, taking his hands and gently pulling them away before closing the door and locking it again.
"What are you doing?" Yugi wailed, eyes widening. "You know this is kidnapping, right?"
"It is not. You came here of your own free will and now you're too fucking drunk to figure out how to use the door. I'm saving a life."
For whatever reason, that comment went right over his head. "Are you a firefighter?"
He blinked a few times, staring at the door and then slowly turned around to look at him with a pair of furrowed brows and narrowed eyes. "Yes." He nodded a couple of times and watched as Yugi's eyes and face lit up beautifully with the information. Yugi probably wouldn't remember anything when he woke up. "Come on, little one, let's go sit on the couch."
Yugi blinked and then shook his head stubbornly. "No, I want to go home."
Yami rolled his eyes up to the ceiling and then grabbed him and threw him over his shoulder, making him cry out and hit him wildly with his fists, screaming, "Let go! Let go of me! I don't like you! Leave me alone!"
Yami rolled his eyes, figuring that this was the worst he could dish out, but then jumped a mile with a very high-pitched squeak when Yugi opted for pinching his ass instead of just hitting him anymore. Yugi burst into giggles and hid his face in his hands while Yami dropped him onto the couch with a fond look.
Yugi giggled harder and then reached for his hip but Yami pushed his hand away, taking a seat at the other end of the couch; after a full thirty minutes of doing nothing in particular with the background sound of the TV on, Yugi crawled over to him. At first Yami stared at him warily and got ready to get up in case he tried to do something, but then Yugi dropped his head into his lap and snuggled into his side, falling asleep a moment later.
Yami stared at him for a long time and then gently raked his fingers through his hair, still feeling the sting of his words but not dwelling on them. They bit viciously at the back of his mind and he had to remind himself over eighteen times that Yugi was drunk and probably didn't mean it.Probably. Onlyprobably.
He chanted that in his head, under his breath, even started somehow subconsciously tracing the words with his fingers into Yugi's scalp, the entire night, or well, for part of it. Until he really had to move because his legs were starting to lose circulation and the position made him stiff.
And then he had been forced to gently, awkwardly, move Yugi away to the middle cushion where the boy mumbled softly in his sleep and then woke up for a split second to stretch himself out like a dog, laying on his stomach and laying his face down into the cool silky couch cover.
Yami had never once thought of the lounge chair as uncomfortable until that night. He couldn't sit against the cushions because the stupid buttons pressed into his back, but they served their purpose to keep him awake. Every time Yugi so much as breathed differently he was on his feet and ready to help him in case he started throwing up.
Every time it was a false alarm, however. He would breathe a little deeper and Yami would be on his feet immediately only to have Yugi's head turn one way or the other so that his cheek was lying against the cushion instead of face down. Yami spent all twelve hours of the night just going over what one was supposed to do if someone began choking on their own vomit.
Yami had never been a stupid kid and his mind was rather endless when it came to knowledge and ideas so he knew what to do although the possibility of having to do so scared him like all hell. He really hoped Yugi wouldn't start vomiting because he didn't want the smaller teen to have to go through choking on his own puke.
Yami remembered he had seen a teenager do that very thing on video and he'd nearly pissed himself at the age of eight. His father had drilled it into his mind that he was only to have fine wines and nothing else because that was the society that they ruled over and anything less was disgraceful.
The sunlight was streaming through the windows when Yugi finally stirred, hissing in pain at the throbbing in the back of his head and slowly sitting up with a wince. For a long moment he didn't recognize where he was but then Yami came into view, placing two water bottles, a Gatorade and a cup of coffee in front of him, and it came back to him in slow fragments like someone had dialed back the speed on a movie he was watching. Yami had rejected him.
Then again, he had been smart as hell to figure out that he had gotten plastered in order to even beableto say that he loved him back. What if he could never say those words? His stomach twisted with the idea. It didn't matter if it was just Yami now who said he loved him or if down the road there were a million different lovers that he had and they all said it. Because if he couldn't even say it to Yami, who haunted his thoughts half the time, who left him practically breathless with lust just by being in the same room, then who the hellcouldhe say it to?
"You're going to get dehydrated in about three minutes when you toss up your cookies. First you need to drink the water, then alternate it for Gatorade, water again, and then you can have your caffeine."
Yugi stared at him and then spat, "Why the fuck should you care?" in an angry, hoarse voice that made his cotton dry mouth hurt and his throat constrict.
Yami gave him a look that clearly saidare you fucking kidding me right nowand left him feeling stupid; of course he was going to care if he was… Yugi swallowed hard at the thought and, just as Yami predicted, he felt his stomach heave and bile rose up in the back of his mouth. The red-eyed teen moved out the way just in time for him to avoid getting run into as Yugi fled into the bathroom and started throwing up loudly.
He took a spot on the loveseat, shaking his head and leaning forward with his elbows against his knees; if he hadn't thought that he would end up hurting Yugi's head, he would turn the TV back on, but as he had found out the day after his little fun at Yugi's house the first time, moving pictures, flashing lights, and loud noises werenotgood company for a hangover. Instead he listened to the sound of Yugi throwing up and if he had thought it would have been of comfort, he would have gone and rubbed his back while he vomited, but he had a feeling that Yugi was not happy with the fact that he had both pushed him away.
He ran his hands through his hair, let his bangs get caught wrapped around his pinky finger, struggling for a moment to pull it out; after a whole night of stressing out and jumping up at every little sound Yugi made, his hair was practically a hotel service that rats and birds would happily nest in it. The tangles were endless due to his jerky hand movements because it seemed that every time he went to run his hands through his hair, Yugi had shifted and he'd been scared shitless to the point that he actually at some time pulled a massive clump of his own hair out when he got back from a small bathroom break to find Yugi was making some strange noise that he had mistaken for choking. Yami still wasn't sure what that noise was. Maybe it was just snoring.
When you were drunk, you slept differently than when you were sober and because of this, Yugi could have just been snoring. It would definitely explain it.
Yami didn't plan to tell Yugi what had happened. He had no plans whatsoever to tell him that he had spent all night awake and jumpy, although, now that he thought about it, it was probably written all over his face. He had seen it in mirror at once point and had nearly cried out.
Bags, rats' nest, his eyes swollen and puffy and red from rubbing them all night, his clothes wrinkled brutally from his constant moving around, the way his eyelids drooped, and the fact that right beneath his right eye, he had rubbed the skin to the point that it had actually flaked off and instead of the nice golden-bronze shade, it was red and pink and looked like he had torn open a blister and it had yet to scab over.
Yami had not gone to the restroom in eight hours because of his watching Yugi but he wasn't complaining either. He'd often had to sit through thirteen hour lessons with his mother teaching him all the things she thought he would need to succeed. From six to eight he had had trouble with it, but after nine years old he had learned to control his own body functions so well that he could go a full two days without using the restroom. Not that he ever planned to have to do that.
But he had been curious at one point when he was fourteen and after the two day mark he was just glad he could still use the restroom at all with the way he felt so strange and bloated. He never planned to test that little…rather disgusting talent of his again.
But fuck if his uncanny ability to hold in excursions hadn't taken a load of stress off of him during his childhood. Every time he had to take a bathroom break during his mother's teaching hours, he'd gotten a five-page essay to do on the history of Egypt and the pharaohs–the ancient lineage of monarchs that they haled from. He definitely recognized the pharaoh he was named after. They looked alike, except that that Atem had strange purple flecks in his eyes and Yami had purely red eyes.
Yugi returned half an hour later, stumbling a little and definitely not happy as he plopped down on the couch next to him, frowning and looking at the drinks on the table. The coffee smelled so good, but Yami had more experience with hangovers than he did, so if he said he needed to get hydrated again first…
He took one of the water bottles and started sipping, the cool liquid soothing his burning throat and acidic mouth. He was disappointed to find that Yami's keen eyes were not open, instead closed and pressed against the heels of his hands, his entire posture slumped over and tired.
"You okay?" he managed to rasp.
Yami didn't respond for a full minute and when he did, all Yugi received was a measly nod that both pissed him off and worried him to no end.
"You sure?"
He didn't have to wait nearly as long this time. Yami nodded almost immediately, pulling his hands away slightly and then laying his arms down against his knees, eyes opening slightly and regarding him with a sidelong glance.
Yugi felt sick for a moment, taking in all the things wrong with this picture. Yami looked defeated, tired, unable to gain any bearing. His eyes were dark and shadowed, marred by black bags and even his eyelashes seemed to droop–although that was probably just the small bit of dizziness Yugi had acquired from that painful run into the bathroom and back. His lips were set into a hard line, not one of disapproval, but sorrow and pain. His hair was knotted and it was rather evident that he had torn a patch out at some point by the way some of them stuck out and looked jagged and rather static-like in their design. His bangs were unruly and no longer fell together in long strands; instead they looked like he had run his fingers through them to the point that they could no longer stick together. And when Yami finally turned his head a little to gesture to his water bottle with a slight nod, Yugi could see that his eyes were swollen, puffy, reddened, but obviously not from crying.
No, Yami had not cried, he had rubbed at his eyes until they were sore to the touch. Yugi recognized that from three days straight of being in the hospital when his grandfather first had a heart attack and his parents weren't around. He had not left the hospital room once in that three day period. He'd gotten cramped, tired, cranky, from sleeping on one of those stupid chairs, but he hadn't complained, had watched cable until he was practically bleeding out script lines, and then he had rejoiced when his grandfather pulled through, as he always did.
Which meant that Yami had stayed up all night. Watching him. Making sure nothing…happened to him.
His stomach twisted. Holy crap.
Yugi almost wanted to throw up with the force of the realization. Fuck, Yami had stayed up all night to take care of him. The guilt ate away at his stomach and left him winded for a moment. He didn't even know what he would have done if Yami had thrown up in his sleep.
He didn't know what to say for a long time before clearing his throat and muttering, "Um…thanks."
The taller boy didn't respond, not that Yugi had really expected him to.
"You, uh…at school." God, his mouth tasted disgusting.
Yami merely reached forward and grabbed the blue Gatorade, opening it and sliding it forward. "Alternate between water and Gatorade. Finish those off and then you can have your caffeine," he muttered, a not-so-precise repetition of his previous words upon Yugi's awakening.
"You didn't tell them that it was photo-shopped. Why didn't you back me up on that?"
The taller teen frowned as he watched Yugi take a sip of the blue liquid followed by water and back again, his red eyes tracking him as he tilted his head. "I have no plans to do so," he admitted.
Yugi put the cap back on his Gatorade and Yami took in the way that his knuckles grew white with their grip on the orange plastic; for a moment they stared at each other and then Yugi shot forward so fast it was amazing his headache didn't kill him. Yami was thrown sideways off the couch, hit the ground hard, and felt Yugi's hands around his neck for a split second before sobbing noises echoed through the silence, thick and swollen and sounding like he was blubbering.
His hands pulled away from his neck and the sobbing grew louder as his shoulders shook but Yami did nothing but stare up at him in utter confusion; why the fuck was he crying? What the hell was going on?
Yugi shifted and moved away from him, backed up into couch, pulling his legs up to wrap his arms around them and sob into his knees. Yami forced himself upright enough to look at him with wide eyes, confused and feeling a small pang of pain in the back of his mind that left him even worse off than he was before.
"Hey, did I ever…tell you why I came here?" Yami finally asked when Yugi's sobbing became too much to see, too much to hear; the smaller boy shook his head without looking up. "When I first turned three, rumors started appearing out of nowhere in Egypt. Things about my mom, about me, about my dad. People claimed that I was illegitimate, a bastard child."
Yugi shifted slightly but didn't look up completely, instead settling for looking at him over the crook of his folded right elbow.
"The rumor was that my parents…weren't mine. That I wasn't really Ambassador Aknamkanon's son."
"Sothat'show you pronounce it," Yugi muttered, just loud enough for Yami to hear it even through the barrier of his arms and knees, his eyes wide as he regarded Yami curiously.
Yami blinked once and then laughed. "I know, right? Too many letters."
"That was what I thought!"
Yami chuckled and shook his head, leaning back against the coffee table and thinking for a moment. "My mom…is not very well known for being the most faithful. Before my father, she…had many lovers. It was like…she craved the attention." He gave Yugi a pointed look and for a moment Yugi didn't understand and then it dawned on him; that was how Yami knew that he sought out attention the way he did, because his mother did the same. "So it was really surprising that she settled down with my father. And especially so when they announced that they were going to have a child. She had never really…gotten pregnant before–people thought she was barren for a long time–so I came as a shock to everyone, especially the doctors. I am the only child she could ever have."
Yugi opened and closed his mouth and then gave him a small sympathetic look that Yami scowled at.
"And I…look nothing like them. People came up with rumors that I was not really their son so we had paternity tests when I was four until I turned ten. That was how bad the rumors were. Proof of my parents was posted everywhere in Egypt. Things were just…really fucked up." He shrugged a little, crossing his legs and thinking for a long minute. "And what was worse is that people didn't really believe the paternity tests. So, when I turned twelve and hit puberty, a bunch of shit happened. First my parents tried to get me hitched with females everywhere…as long as they were part of the same social hierarchy as we were."
Yugi blinked.
"And rebellion broke out. People started thinking I was biogenetically engineered to make us seem more powerful in Egypt"–at Yugi's blank look, he sighed softly–"as in they thought that my parents paid someone to give me certain features so that I would look exactly like the pharaoh Atem so that they could name me that and have more power."
"Can…can people do that?"
"I don't know. I've heard rumors, but I've never really…thought about it or witnessed it. I just know that people seem to think that I am one of them."
"I'm sorry."
Yami gave him a sharp look. "Anyways, my parents sent me here to shield me from the rumors of my mother's infidelity towards my father. I always wanted to come here because it just seemed like a really nice place to go. Father and I argued for hours on end about this"–he neglected to mention that most of that was him begging forgiveness while his father screamed and looked ready to tear him to pieces the entire time–"but he finally relented when my mother told him that it could only further my education."
For a long minute neither of them spoke and Yami collected his thoughts before tipping his head towards the ceiling, eyes closed.
"The rumor morphed into the fact that I was the illegitimate bastard child of my mother, that my father is merely covering up something. I wasted six years doing fucking paternity tests with my parents for nothing," he growled, opening his eyes in a roll before twisting his body to fall back against the carpet in the space between the couch and the table. "The political scandal became too much of a focus in my life. Someone actually tried to kidnap me at one point in order to see what would happen if they took blood. Someone else claimed that they were my father. Rumors shot up everywhere. And then I came here and it was like I dropped off the face of the planet in Egypt."
Yugi opened his mouth but was beaten to the punch.
"People are still obsessed with it though. They honestly don't believe my father is a descendant of the monarchs. But he has to be, right? I mean, if he wasn't…I wouldn't look like I do," he muttered in wonder before shaking his head. "Either way, I'm in Japan now because of this. Well, actually, I'm stuck herenowbecause my cousin got me emancipated, but that's beside the point."
"I'm sorry, Yami."
Yami didn't respond.
For a moment Yugi didn't say anything.
"I'm really sorry–"
"Shut the fuck up already. I don't need your fucking pity, Yugi," he snapped viciously. "Besides, you need to fucking worry about yourself rather than me because shit at school is just going to get worse than it already has been."