Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Simple ❯ Hurt ( Chapter 18 )
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By: YamiYugiPuzzleshipper2 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.01.2014 | Pages: 11 | Words: 8.6K | Visits: 87 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.01.2014 | Pages: 11 | Words: 8.6K | Visits: 87 | 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 XVIII: Hurt
Just as he was told, there were news vans everywhere outside of the schoolyard when Yami walked there on Wednesday. Yugi was standing a few feet away, giving him a look that he couldn't quite read, that was instantly swallowed away by a million microphones thrust in his face.
"Your manager said that you had an announcement to make?" an Egyptian woman asked with wide eyes, watching him closely.
"I do," he answered before clearing his throat, choosing not to comment that he didn'thavea manager because he wasn't even famous and that was a really stupid cover up. What the fuck was he? Some kind of stupid teenage singer?
The questions that they had been shooting at him the entire time quieted to a mellow roar before dissipating completely.
He drew in a deep breath and then raised his head high. "The last time we spoke of this matter, I did not give a true answer. My friend spoke up for me before I had the chance to truly explain. However, that will not happen this time, as I do not need it to. For those who have been following this story and still wish to know the truth, the picture was in fact, real."
Some gasps broke through and then some more questions were being thrown at him.
"Why did you keep this secret?"
"What happened to the girl you claimed was your girlfriend?"
"Are you in fact dating Yugi Motou?"
"Why would you lie on television like that?"
He was going to open his mouth to object but then a new voice called out, "He kept it a secret because he's a fucking coward."
Yami's head snapped up, eyes narrowed and glaring.
"And the girl was just a decoy. As for Yugi Motou, he's a slut who will sleep with anyone who looks at him the right way."
"I am not a coward. I simply protected myself from further scrutiny," Yami snarled, pushing through the crowd of reporters and towards Duke who was smirking widely at him. "And Mai Valentine is one of my best friends who offered to help me out when I needed her. Do you even have friends, Devlin? Because I have fail to see any of them coming to your rescue now, as you are embarrassing yourself in front of millions watching television. And Yugi Motou is not restricted to dating me. I am not with him and he is not with me. If we were, you would have your teeth shoved down your throat for insinuating what you just did."
"What? You can admit to the world that you are gay but you're too ashamed to admit that Yugi is your boyfriend?"
"I am ashamed ofnothing," he spat viciously, stopping a step away from him and glaring. "And you would be wise to swallow your words."
"Make. Me."
"Is that the best you can come up with?"
The new voice had them both looking up in surprise, Yami's eyes widening while Duke glared furiously.
"I thought you were supposed to be so much better than him, Duke," Yugi continued, walking closer and smirking widely. "But it seems you have no idea who you're even talking about. By the way, if you want to take someone down, you shouldn't do it to someone who is ten times smarter than you. Yami and I are not officially dating. But whatever. It's not really anyone else's business anyways. And if you want to rat on someone, how about you rat on yourself?"
"Or I could tell them about how you cheated on him with me."
"How about you tell them about how I punched the shit out of you and broke your windshield when you tried to force me into your backseat?"
Yami's head snapped towards Duke's face, eyes widening in shock. "You didwhat, you stupid son of a bitch?" he snarled.
"Really? Are you that afraid of letting everyone know how much of a slut you really are, Yugi? You're going to fabricate everything?"
Yugi raised an eyebrow and smirked widely. "I love that you would say that. Because I actually have someone here who can testify that I never fucking slept with you in the first place, Duke. Miho was down the street from us and she saw the whole thing. She saw me beat you up when you tried to force yourself on me and she saw you drive away with your tail between your legs like a coward."
"What?"
Yami's eyes flickered back and forth between Duke and Yugi and then back again before settling on the smaller boy again who was suddenly smirking at him devilishly, grabbing him by the shirt and jerking him forward to mash his mouth against his. Duke went wide-eyed and Yami couldn't close his eyes because he was too aware of the cameras on his face, but his mouth was working at his regardless until Yugi finally pulled away, breathing hard with him and smirking widely at the cameras before winking.
"He's too much of a good kisser to cheat on."
Yami blushed slightly and Duke glared at him, but Yugi ignored them both in favor of saying, "Very talented tongue. I'm surprised he wasn't married before he got here. Everyone's really missing out on it."
Yami blushed harder and then looked down, thoroughly embarrassed.
"And so shy too. So cute, don't you think, Duke?" A spiteful bark of laughter stabbed through the air as he stepped towards the black-haired teenager. "Tell me again why I would cheat on him even if we aren't dating? Especially with someone likeyou?"
Duke opened his mouth but his phone sounded and it seemed like some kind of signal because he suddenly backed off and wandered inside the building without a backwards glance. Both Yami and Yugi stared after him with confused looks but were immediately drawn out of it by the cameras and microphones in their faces.
"So the photo wasn't fabricated then?"
"Do your parents know about this?"
"Have your parents said anything?"
"Your father is against gay rights. How do you plan to deal with this?"
"How have you kept it from your parents?"
"How long have you known?"
"Do you believe in gay rights or do you follow your father's opinions?"
"Have you told your parents yet or is this the first time you have told anyone?"
"What made you ready to do this?"
"What made you take up such a big step?"
"What attracted you to Yugi Motou? Is it because you look alike? Are you that narcissistic?"
"What do you think will happen with your father now that it's official you are moving against his campaign?"
"How badly do you think you will affect his campaign?"
Yami stepped back and then brought his fingers to his mouth and whistled shrilly, making them all cut off and stare with wide eyes. "The photo was not fabricated. It was real. I did kiss Yugi Motou. I do not know who took the picture, but I do know that it was actually real. I do not know if my parents know about my homosexuality, but if they do, they have not said anything, so I cannot truly comment on this question. Yes, as almost everyone who knows about me and my family, my father is in fact against the rights of gay people. I have nothing to say on this matter. I will deal with it as my father and I see fit. I still have no real say on this matter. And there is really nothing to deal with. My father will have his say and I will have mine. I make no promises that anything will change. This is the first time I have told anyone that I was in fact gay. What made me ready to do this was just that it felt like it was the right time to do so. I have no opinion on gay rights. It has never truly affected me in any way before now and even now it does not affect me as my rights are not being tampered with. What made me ready to do this is actually because I got tired of hiding it all the time. That was my motivation for taking this step and announcing myself on television. I am not narcissistic. It was just a…infatuation with body chemistry, nothing more and nothing less. I make no move to affect my father's campaign. His campaign has nothing to do with me in the first place. And if this affects his campaign, he has my apologies, but I don't have a say in what others' reactions will be to this information."
They started to talk again but he turned and walked into the building before they could get a word in edgewise, knowing that Yugi was right behind him without turning his head to look over his shoulder at him.
"Why did you do that?"
"I wanted my title of badass back."
Both of them were laughing on their way to homeroom.
Yugi answered the door at six in the afternoon after school, earphones in and a small gray hoodie hugging his frame as he bobbed his head slightly to a beat that Yami couldn't hear, watching him as his hips wiggled with a couple of steps, letting him inside and dancing away a couple of steps towards the couch.
Yami raised an eyebrow and smiled widely, closing the door behind him and locking it before following him into the living room, laughing as the smaller boy hummed and did an exaggerated thrust of his hips and glanced at him with a grin.
"Someone seems very enthusiastic to see me," Yami commented with a chuckle.
"Mm, yep. You make my body roll in ways it didn't know it could," Yugi responded, rolling his hips and tapping his foot unconsciously in time with the beat.
Yami laughed lightly and smirked as he took a seat on the couch. "Roll for me then. Put on a show."
"Are you asking me for a lap dance?"
His cheeks lit in a rare blush. "W-what? No, I–actually, now that you mention it, are you offering or…?"
Yugi laughed softly. "I would offer…but considering the things going on right now, I mean the pictures and stuff…I really don't think it's such a good idea." He paused to look at him but his hips were still moving and his head continued nodding with the music, his foot still tapping, soft hums coming from the small boy for a moment. "So, what did you come over for? Did you need something or did you just wander over? Ooh, are you drunk again?"
Yami burst out laughing, the sound impossible to stop once it started. "No, Yugi, I am not drunk," he murmured, kicking his legs slightly and watching him with a strange expression that Yugi couldn't quite describe. "But if I said I was drunk, would that make your clothes come off faster?"
Yugi gave him a startled look and then snorted in amusement before pulling his earphones out and draping them around his neck, raising an eyebrow and smirking at him. "Oh, did you come over for some fun time with Yugi?"
He blushed again. "I…I did," he admitted, offering a small weak smile. "But in my defense, I expected you to jump my bones the moment I stepped inside."
"Is that your passive aggressive way of calling me a slut?"
"Oh, but Yugi, I don't have a passive aggressive bone in my body." He paused and then purred, "Except maybe your penis when you're in me, but still."
"He is not passive aggressive. He is very aggressive and very dominating," Yugi told him matter-of-factly. "You should get your facts straight if you want him to come out and play again. He likes being flattered, not teased."
Yami chuckled and shook his head. "I apologize, Mr. Happy. I'll remember to only flatter you," he announced, staring at the smaller boy's crotch.
Yugi threw his head back, laughing loudly. "Did you just name my penis?"
"I did." He nodded, unashamed by this fact. "I named him Mr. Happy. He is very enthusiastic even when he isn't out."
He hadn't really noticed that the teasing had gotten him hard, but now he had his attention solely on the sensation at Yami's words and he kind of wanted to glare for making him notice the uncomfortable sensation but he was too busy laughing.
"Should we name yours too?"
Yami glanced at his jeans for a moment and then looked up again. "No. He's very happy not to be named. He likes his independence."
Yugi gave him a wide smile, shaking his head as he pulled his phone from his pocket and unplugged his earphones, dropping them onto the coffee table and looking him over slowly, the smile falling eventually into a tiny frown as he leaned against the armrest. "Yami, if we slept together again, I don't know how we would do it–or where, because honestly, there isn't really much we can do right now, considering. I mean, they took pictures from theskylightand both of our windows. They even recorded us. So I honestly don't really see this as being a good idea anytime soon."
He frowned a little and drummed his fingers against his knee, chewing his cheek thoughtfully and shaking his head slightly. "I know, I just…I need something to distract me because nothing else has worked."
"Nothing else?" Yugi repeated. "What else have you been up to then?"
"Video games, studying, reading…those kinds of things."
"Hmm." He shrugged a little. "Well, I would gladly sleep with you again, I could use the distraction too, but where the hell would we do it? If they could get us from the rooms and they bugged your house…"
"There has to be somewhere. Think about it, Yugi."
So he did. For a long time.
Yugi spent over five minutes just debating it and how humiliating it would be before finally sighing out, "Okay, well, there are the bathrooms but nothing else. I mean, they might want to some recordings and pictures of us, but I highly doubt even they want to hear me in the bathroom. Because that shit would just be weird."
The taller boy laughed, because that was so true.
Why the hell would anyone ever want to hear someone else in the bathroom of all places?
"The bathroom is fine."
Yugi gave him a strange look and then pursed his lips. "It's kind of small though."
"Yourbedroomis kind of small."
"Yeah, compared to yours, but yours is like some kind of palace room or something."
Yami laughed. "My parents don't ever let me do the modest thing. Always big."
It shouldn't have made his mind fall to the gutter but it did, and he was laughing so hard that he couldn't stop for a few minutes, doubling over the armrest and laughing even harder when Yami didn't join in, obviously too confused to understand what was going on in the first place.
"Oh shit, okay," he laughed, shaking his head and waving a hand dismissively as he straightened, catching his breath in ragged gulps. "Uh, anyways, if you want to do this, we might as well do it now."
"Yes, please, make it sound even more like a chore."
"That's not what I meant."
"I know. I'm sorry. Forgive me."
Yugi snorted. "Whatever. I'm starting to think fights might be something of an aphrodisiac."
"So what, you argue with someone and get hard from it?"
"I don't know. You seem to be the only one with enough balls to actually do it."
"Am I?"
"Yes. Apparently everyone else is afraid of little old Yugi Motou."
"Hmm…well, you do look like a fucking monster half the time, so I wouldn't be surprised."
"I do not!"
"You do, Yugi. You always look like a monster."
"How dare you."
"A cute monster, but a fucking monster nonetheless."
"Fuck off."
"I won't. But I will fuck you."
Yugi moaned deep in his throat and licked his lips. "Promise?"
"I do."
"Then let's go."
Yugi spent the next three days receiving videos and emails of his little escapades with Yami. And fuck, if the audio wasn't enhanced. But it was definitely mouthwatering to hear Yami moaning like he did. And it was pants-tightening and pre-cum-invoking to see his muscles rippling beneath his skin with each of his thrusts. And if it wasn't impossible not to want to stroke himself due to the sounds the taller teen made. But he didn't, because that was something he just didn't do.
But oh how disgustingly arousing and terribly, painfully amusing it was to watch these videos–not that he really had a choice because the instructions said he had to download them like before and even when he didn't click on them, they played anyways. And it was kind of a good thing because when he watched them, he came to the realization that he was in fact right and they could not get into the bathroom–thank god for that.
Of course, his little erotic pleasure was completely cut off when Yami came to the house again, not to fuck, but to stare at the videos as if they were alien before saying, "Seto said he found a traceable email from the guy, managed to send a virus to him, but we don't really know if it worked or not. Either way, he boosted his firewall again."
"Okay…"
"Just thought I would tell you."
"Um…thank you for keeping me in the loop, I guess?"
"Why are you watching those?"
"Because he makes them self-play so I have no choice."
"Okay, but I meant, why are you still in the same room when they're playing instead of leaving it with the video playing?"
"What do you not understand about how strange my grandfather is?"
"I highly doubt he would want to watch his grandson being fucked."
"I'm pretty sure he masturbated to a Duel Monsters card once."
Yami gave him a strange look, blinked several times, and then turned away with wide eyes. "O…kay then," he announced, awkwardly clearing his throat. Old man had his fetishes. As long as he didn't hurt anyone, that was his business. Awkward to know, because he certainly hadn't asked, but it was the elderly Motou's business, not his. "That's…thank you for that very lovely information. I will cherish it always."
Yugi laughed. "Whatever. Point is, I don't care if my grandpa has his weird little tendencies and all that. I really don't. But I also don't want him watching me being fucked. That might be awkward."
"Except didn't you say he wasproudwhen he found out?"
"Oh yes. He definitely was."
"That's…so lovely."
Yugi couldn't stop laughing.
The screen turned bright red with blue-violet letters in the form of "Hello Yami" dancing across it. Yeah, this definitely wasn't how his laptop wassupposedto start up.
The words bounced across the screen and Yami could see that it was spelling out a name, and it definitely wasn't his. Leaning forward, his eyes trained and glued on the letters, the name slowly came to mind.
But he only knew of one person with that name.
So it didn't help.
Arkana?
It couldn't be the one who was working with his father. Because he was still in Egypt…
And then his computer crashed.
There was the sound of a dumpster being dropped and a toilet being flushed and a high-pitched voice giggled, "Goodbye Yami, be a good boy" just before the screen went black; every time he pressed the power button, it lit up for a split second and then died again.
Son of a bitch actually hacked him.
And there was really nothing on his laptop that could be used against his father or anyone else for that matter–certainly not him. He merely used it for looking up random things, occasionally glancing at his father's latest conquer and how many new people he had brainwashed into following him. And he used it for homework. Studies. There was nothing else…
But still the fucker had stripped him completely of even the start-up functions.
"Motherfucker," he hissed under his breath, clenching his jaw and shaking his head slightly. "Goddamn it…"
Yugi and the blonde girl showed up two hours after he called them. Of course Yami hadn't been expecting her and it wasn't like he wanted her there, but when she kicked the shit out of his shin, he was not a very happy camper.
"Asshole" was the first thing she said to him.
"Bitch" sprang to his lips but he didn't voice it, instead glancing at Yugi who gave him an apologetic look and whispered, "Crush on me" in his ear, seemingly unconsciously reaching out to touch his arm gently before following the girl.
"Rebecca, don't be mean to him."
She turned around with this cutesy smile that made Yami's lip curl back. "Okay, Yugi" but as soon as Yugi checked his phone she was glaring at him and Yami was ignoring her in favor of heading into the kitchen.
"Hey, do you have any soda?" Yugi asked suddenly.
Yami glanced over his shoulder at him as he pulled the fridge open. "Tons. What do you want to drink?"
"Got Sprite?"
"I do. Does um…"
"Rebecca," Yugi supplied before turning to the girl who looked up with bright eyes at her name, raising an eyebrow before turning his attention back towards the kitchen. "Do you want something to drink?"
"Sure, Yugi!"
He didn't bother saying that Yami was the one getting them and he wasn't about to ask her what she wanted because he knew what she liked from the hours they had spent at his home, but he did go into the kitchen to find Yami with his phone to ear and what seemed to be Seto talking. Yami held out a Sprite while he put an open one on the counter and screwed the cap back on, still listening before looking up and furrowing his brows.
Arkana…whereelsedid he know that name?
He wasn't the guy, though. He knew that much…
"All right. Thank you, Seto."
There was a huff and then the line went dead while Yami pocketed his phone and wouldn't look at him for a moment; Yugi stepped forward and a distracted glance told him Yami was paying attention but he was also thinking extremely hard. "I'm sorry about Rebecca. She's…extremely jealous. And she saw us on TV."
Yami blinked once slowly and then nodded slightly. "It's okay. You shouldn't be apologizing for her anyways."
"No, but she won't apologize for herself," Yugi replied. "And she's going to seem like a pest but if you can use some of that patience you have formeit might not be so bad."
"Hmm." He took a sip of his Spite again, his slender fingers somewhat awkward in their action of twisting the cap off, obviously unhappy and distracted. "I don't know if I have that kind of patience. I'm impatient by nature."
"You're not impatient with me."
"Yes, well you're not exactly incompetent and annoying."
Yugi frowned slightly. "I think…that if you hadn't met her under these kinds of circumstances and if she didn't have such a massive crush on me, you wouldn't dislike her so much. She's actually really smart–but I won't refute your statement of her being annoying."
"Oh look, Yugi's using semi-big words."
"Like your dick."
Both of them snorted out a laugh and Yami turned away to glance out the back door before turning back.
"What's wrong, Yami, don't have a comeback for that?"
He shook his head tiredly. "Not at the moment, no. I'm too tired to think of anything right now."
Yugi frowned and leaned against the fridge door, watching him. "I wouldn't have brought her over here if I didn't think she would be useful…"
"Useful…You sound almost like Seto. Someone has to be useful or they aren't needed for anything…" He smirked. "Actually, no, you sound more like my father. Seto doesn't use people as much as you two do."
Yugi recoiled, flinching with wide eyes.
Red eyes watched him for a moment and then turned away to regard the floor curiously. "I apologize. I am just so fucking tired of all of this shit. I want it to be over. I want to be able to sleep without this bullshit happening."
The smaller boy nodded after a moment but that startled and horrified expression did not leave his face.
"Yugi!"
Both of them stood straight in alarm at the shrill distressed cry of the blonde in the living room, but only Yugi took off to see what was going on, stopping short and groaning while Yami came around the side and burst out laughing. Rebecca was standing on top of the coffee table and pointing at the moth on the wall–extremely small and dusty in color and doing nothing but staying attached to that wall.
"I knew there was a reason I hated girls," Yami snickered softly.
Yugi laughed at his comment, glancing at him with wide amused eyes before turning back to deal with the harmless moth on the wall. "Here, I've got this. Go get a soda or something," he muttered, rolling his eyes while the blonde leaped off the table; basic instinct had him opening his arms to catch her, both of them falling over with him on his back and groaning from the impact.
She giggled and kissed his cheek while Yami merely raised an eyebrow and watched as Yugi squirmed and wiggled his way out from under her, glancing over his shoulder and mouthing, "You would think she weighed a million pounds" with a distressed expression.
Yami howled with laughter and Yugi grinned before getting up and going over to the small bug; Yami personally really hoped he wouldn't kill it because it hadn't done anything, but whatever.
Rebecca came over to him and at first he didn't quite notice the glare until she had grabbed his arm and pulled him into the kitchen, pushing him back against the counter with a glare ten times as powerful as the original.
"I don't know how much you paid Yugi to kiss you on TV, but you better stay away from him. He ismine," Rebecca hissed at him softly.
"I didn't pay him anything–"
"It doesn't matter. The point is that Yugi is mine, notyours. Mine. M-I-N-E."
Yami risked a sideways glance at the small boy who was now sitting on the couch watching TV. "He kissed me. I didn't do anything. And I think Yugi can choose who he wants."
"He's going to be my husband one day, so consider this your only warning. Stay away from Yugi."
The red-eyed boy bristled. "You're delusional and I feel sorry for you."
She opened her mouth but then Yugi turned around and leaned over the back of the couch. "Rebecca, didn't you say that you found something weird earlier?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah!" She paused and then looked at Yami sideways, voice completely void of the disdain it had held moments before. "This guy has been in your house. Obviously. I mean, you said something about how you were recorded, right? Anyways, I think he's screwing with you now because he left a couple of footprints over by the backdoor and considering your feet are too small to make a print like that…"
"I never even noticed that…" Yami said quietly, staring past her and at the floor; sure enough, there were footprints marked by dirt and dust on the wood. Not many, but just enough to make it apparent they had gotten in through the backdoor and wandered around, circled off and disappeared outside again.
"That's because I'msmarter than you," Rebecca chimed happily in a singsong tone, playing with one of her pigtails as she looked at Yugi who watched Yami and then glanced at her.
"Highly unlikely, but I'll pretend to agree for argument's sake," Yami mused softly before walking around to look at the footprints, inspecting them slowly before narrowing his eyes into slits. "I can't believe I missed that…"
Yugi got up from the couch after a moment, wandered over to the backdoor and looked as well before grinning widely at him. "I'll say, Yami, they look like tracks from a Sasquatch."
Yami flipped him off, chuckling. "I wouldn't be offended if you just shut up."
"You might not be, but I would."
"Who cares if you're offended or not?"
"Don't talk to my boyfriend like that!" Rebecca suddenly screamed.
Both of them jumped and stared at her in shock, eyes wide before Yami glared and Yugi blinked slowly, muttering, "Rebecca, I'm not your boyfriend. We aren't dating."
"Not yet," she cooed. "But you are taking me out soon!"
Yami went still and his eyes flickered towards Yugi's, where they grew wide and dark in confusion, clearly begging him to refute her statement, to tell him it wasn't true. But Yugi couldn't do that so instead he stared at Rebecca silently for a long minute.
"You know, jealousy isn't a pretty color on anyone Rebecca. I really don't want to date someone who gets jealous over absolutely nothing."
"You kissed him."
"So what? Didn't mean anything."
Yami looked away, studying the floor intently. Honestly, howhadhe missed those prints? Normally he was so keen that he would have caught track of that almost immediately. But no, this time…
"Rebecca, please go work on the laptop. I want to get something to drink."
A kiss aimed for his lips met his cheek when he turned his face away and she shrugged it off before wandering off into the living room again, humming softly as she started to play on the laptop again.
Yugi went about crouching down next to him, chewing his cheek as he watched Yami look the footprints over and pointedly avoid so much as glancing in his direction. "I wouldn't have brought her here if she wasn't a computer wiz. And she wouldn't have come here if I hadn't promised to go out with her." He watched a series of anguished pain flicker through Yami's dark gaze before turning blank again as he admired the wood he was staring at, nodding at him once. "I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it." He sat back on his knees, narrowing his eyes as he looked the footprints over. "You're free to do as you wish. Like I told you before, we don't have labels."
He opened and closed his mouth and then ducked his head, turning away.
Some part of him actually wished he would fight with him now, try to make him believe that when he had said that, he had really meant topushYugi into agreeing to becoming bound by a label. But he didn't, because he was Yami, and Yami didn't fight like that.
"Yami."
Rebecca let out a shrill noise and Yami's head snapped around, standing up immediately, while Yugi jumped a mile and then stood up as well; ice blue eyes stared at Rebecca in pure distaste momentarily before focusing on a pair of surprised red.
"Arkana, does that name meananythingto you?"
"Seto, that's impossible. He's…still in Egypt as far as I know," he argued, frowning and shaking his head; Rebecca twisted around on the couch and stared pointedly at the tall brunet's feet before turning her attention towards the footsteps next to Yami's own foot. "For fuck's sake, the last time I checked, he was still there. I think Father might have mentioned him recently, said he was working well…?"
The brunet narrowed his eyes for a long minute and then slowly let his eyes flicker towards Yugi who he hadyetto ever actually greet, expression annoyed before focusing on Yami again. He pulled his briefcase out–how had they all missed that?–and put it on the table before opening it and pulling out both his laptop and several printed pages, handing them to him before turning his laptop on.
"Well, he's the reason you have been found. I don't suppose you know that your father is a ragingdrunk?" his cousin stated with a roll of his eyes, handing him the papers which were all in-depth records on the man who looked extremely familiar to the smaller teen, eyes widening drastically as he looked them over and flipped through; oh yes, he recognized him… "Arkana probably used that to his advantage, got information about where you were hiding. He is still part of the program so he has all the time in the world to approach your dad and get dirt on him. I'm guessing he is the one who got the information for your…stalker because it was kept out ofanyform of media."
Yami chewed his cheek hard for a few moments and then sighed. "What's the point of this anyways? It won't help anyone." He looked through the records some more, stared at a death certificate but didn't comment on it, and then slowly narrowed his eyes. "I thought his name was spelled differently. I didn't exactly recognize it when he crashed my computer…"
Seto sighed loudly and then shook his head before starting his computer up and going into his email before showing it to him. "Here is what he sent me to send toyou."
"Seto Kaiba, I know that you are helping your cousin with this problem, but perhaps you should stop. We wouldn't want to see anything happen to little Mokuba, would we?"
Yami bristled. "I'll kill him."
Seto smirked and snorted softly, not saying anything with words but allowing his response to speak for itself that he had had the exact same thought upon reading it.
"Now that I have your attention, you are to go to your cousin. He is going to need alotof help with that little virus his computer just obtained three hours ago. In three days' time there will be a message for Yami that will appear online and on television. He should be watching for it. I think he will enjoy it."
"Enjoy it?" Yugi muttered, glancing at Yami who didn't look up from the screen.
"Three days. That's all. Tell him to be on the look out…and tell him he might also want someactualfirewall for that laptop of his. You would think with you as his cousin, he would haveknownto have a better one. Ta-ta, Arkana"
"Ta-ta? Who the fuck says that?" Yami hissed.
"Just my luck that my cousin would have a fucking weirdo stalking him and saying 'Ta-ta' as a farewell."
Yami opened his mouth to argue and then shrugged. "I can't even argue that."
Seto sighed and shook his head while Yugi raised an eyebrow at him in question before shaking his head as well.
"Yami."
The red-eyed teen went from staring at the email to looking over at the brunet who glanced towards the glass doors and then led the way outside; Yami hesitated for a moment and then signed out of the email before closing the laptop and following him out, getting to his side where Seto shut the door and led him a few feet out into the yard.
"What are you doing in there?"
Yami blinked in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Imeanthat you would rather talk to that little shit than you would your owncousinimmediately after your laptop was hacked."
"I didn't think it was that big a deal, Seto. I called to ask him if his had been similarly attacked but it was not. He offered to come help me with it and said that the girl, Rebecca, could maybe fix it because she's a computer geek. For fuck's sake, Seto, it's not like I was trying to fuck him against the table or something."
"What is this between you two anyways? A bit of flirting and an unrequitedcrush?" the brunet spat, his expression only softening momentarily when Yami flinched at the hatred in his voice. "Let it go."
Yami looked away from him and then chewed his cheek hard. "I…"
"Look, Yami, you're not a kid. And I'm not going to let you act like one. You arenotabout to throw your life away for that…bratin there. You areresponsibleand youknowwhat the right choice is. You're matured. You can't be that scared little boy anymore."
He knew that he wasn't saying it to hurt him but the sting bit against his skin and left him feeling like someone had struck him and it was different from any other kind of strike he had ever endured because this one was right and it tore beneath the surface of his skin with its truth.
"You are not stupid enough to throw yourself away on a high school crush, Yami. He has been using you. And you know as well as I that nothing will last between the two of you. He's going to get bored and then he's going to throw you away. That's all he's ever done. He's onlyeverhurt you."
For a long time Yami could not formulate an answer and then finally, when he looked over again, the air around him vibrated with pure anger. "Seto, you don't understand. I am not crushing on him. I am…"–since when did the words become so hard to say?–"in love with him. And if I were to meet him a million times, in a million lives, I would fall in love with him all over again.Everytime."
"Oh right, Yami, you think you're in love with him? Fuck you." The brunet shook his head, his eyes shooting daggers at the red-eyed teen in front of him, glaring fiercely. "You were not even his first. Did you ever stop to think that he's probably got a bunch of fucking baggage and ashit loadof issues he has to work out before he couldeverlove someone else? And do you really want to be the boy who caught the STD from some insignificant slut who looks like him?"
Yami blinked once. "It doesn't matter who was first, only who is last."
Time seemed to explode forward suddenly and things were rapidly begging to spin out of control before the blue-eyed teen shook himself free of it and glared. "How do you suggest you are going to fit into his self-absorbed little life, Yami? You can't just fucking trail around behind him like some kind of lost puppy dog. It's pathetic and you are far too good for that stupid shit."
The red-eyed teen stayed quiet for a moment.
"You know as well as I that he's never going to get anywhere in life. You can't be serious if you think that anyone is going to give him a second glance in life. Why would youpossiblytie yourself to someone so insignificant?"
"Stop it," Yami snapped viciously, bristling at the slight overtone of complete disdain that provoked his hostility. "And aside from that, Yugi is perfectly capable of living any life he wishes to, and so am I. If he would have me, I would gladly live any life he wants to live."
The doorknob twisted and both of their heads snapped viciously towards the newcomer, Yami mellowing after a moment while Seto bristled further.
"You. You have some serious explaining to do." The tall teen took a step towards him and Yami froze with wide eyes while Yugi stared with an unreadable expression.
"I'm sorry."
It was simple, quiet and steady.
But it did nothing to satisfy the brunet who snatched his arm and made the shorter teen flinch back.
"Do not speak to him like that," Yami said in a soft and dangerous voice, the words carrying through the stale air like fire, crackling and burning. "If you hurt him, I will hurt you more."
Both of them froze at this statement and Yugi went bug-eyed while Seto turned an incredulous look at him; Yami stood a few mere steps away, eyes sharp and blazing, the air seeming to ripple and vibrate with anger around him, his lips drawn into a tight line but his body seeming to be relaxed despite the way he stood taller and had a challenging gleam to his dark gaze.
Seto released him and glared at his youngest cousin. "Yami, I don't have to play the polite cousin. Not after all the shit he's brought and what I've watched you go through over the past few months. Honestly, what the fuck do I care for him? Butyouare my cousin, damn it. And I don't want to see you get hurt anymore."
Yugi suddenly barked out a laugh that had a pair of ice and fire staring at him. "Are you trying to forbid him from seeing me?"
"I had sex with him," Yami suddenly stated.
Yugi and Seto stared at him in surprise.
"Well no shit. They have videos of that crap as blackmail, moron," the brunet spat.
"No, yesterday–last night if you count the beginning of the sunset as the end of a day," Yami explained, shrugging a shoulder lazily even as Seto's eyes burned holes into his skin and made his muscles twitch beneath his golden bronze skin. "In his bathroom. On the floor. Not the most comfortable position ever, but yeah. Just thought that if you wanted to dig into someone, you should probably go after the one who has initiated sex the most between us…"
Veins stood out on the brunet's forehead when he turned towards Yugi, the look passing between them murderous.
"I told you it mattered who waslast," Yami stated, making both of them look at him again.
"Yami, I will never mention this again and I'll even fucking ignore it for the rest of my life like the fucking plague if I have to, butpleasedon't fucking speak to him again.Orsee him anymore."
Red eyes flickered towards Yugi and then back again.
And Seto knew he had just lost this fight. Yami was stupid for the kid. And the only thing more fighting would do was alienate Yami from him completely. He wouldn't risk that. Yami was his cousin and as much as they infuriated each other, he loved the shit out of the stupid red-eyed boy.
"Fine, Yami. You will do what you think is right for you, and I will live with it."
He wanted to say so much more but instead Yami turned his attention away from him to look into the trees, the thick ivy and the dying grass, the ground that would soon begin to give birth to new plant life in a few months' time. When he turned back, he merely nodded and then pushed past them to head inside, not sparing a second glance even as the two followed him in.
"About time," Rebecca complained from the couch.
"My apologies," Yami offered curtly, walking around the couch to take a seat. "Family matters and all that to attend to. By the way, how is your grandfather?"
She looked startled, as did Yugi even though he merely hid it away to take a seat on the edge of the couch's armrest, watching as Seto took the white loveseat with a sharp gleam to his steel-blue eyes.
"He…he's okay."
"Good."
And that was the extent of the conversation. Yugi felt so awkward and out of place now that his childhood friend and Yami's cousin were in the picture. Alone with Yami was much more bearable. Now it was just impossible to not feel strange as all fuck because of their presence in the room.
"I couldn't give less of a shit about you!" the blonde screamed suddenly, her high-pitched voice throwing them all for a loop; Yugi was well aware that he got loud as all fuck, so he was used to loud noises like this, but he had to wonder if she had just burst his eardrums. "I couldn't care less about your stupid laptop either. I'm only here for Yugi. Because I love him and he loves me. That's why he won't say it to you. Because he only lovesme!"
For a long minute no one said anything, and then Seto was looking at Yugi as if for confirmation but Yugi was busy gawking at the only girl in the room and Yami merely tilted his head and leveled her with a look that a bird of prey would give a mouse before tearing it open with its sharp beak. So she was mad that he asked about her grandfather, that he even knew about his condition. She saw it as a weakness and now she was lashing out. She wouldn't get out of this unscathed. But then, Yami didn't think he would either.
"Well then, while we are working on total honesty," Yami announced, crossing his legs as he sat back further into the couch. "It's always been more than sex. It's art. Perfection, if I do say so myself. Near-death experiences, truly."
Yugi blushed furiously. Seto curled his lip slightly.
Rebecca bared her teeth in a snarl. "You'll have another one in a minute if you keep talking aboutmyYugi like that."
"Surely you must know I could destroy you," Yami sneered at her, glaring fiercely before turning away again. "But you're safe…for now."
"Fuck off," she spat, looking ready to scream.
"Now, now, Rebecca, be civil," he taunted.
Seto snorted in amusement. "Yami, stop fucking with the American's head," he chided. "You know they're slower than we are."
Yami burst out laughing and Yugi gawked while Rebecca looked ready to jump up and attack him.
"I'm slow?" she seethed. "Then tell me how I know over fifteen different languages and can ever read Egyptian hieroglyphics and ancient Sumerian."
"I can speak over seventy-two," Seto snapped back while Yami started typing into the computer, searching the screen with his eyes but not bothering to look up.
"What? No you can't!"
"I do business all over the world. You had better believe I know all the languages I could possibly need in order to keep a client from scamming me," the brunet hissed at her before turning his attention back to his red-eyed cousin. "Well?"
"Still debugging but so far it's working."
"Of course it is. I designed it."
It came out snide but Yami still snorted out a laugh and Yugi and Rebecca shared a look of confusion at the action because even Seto looked amused now.
"Did I mention that Yami knows sixty-six languages himself?" the brunet continued suddenly.
Rebecca went still and glared furiously. "There's no way!"
"His father is an ambassador. Of course he knows different languages, idiot."
"I amnotan idiot!" She leaned forward, pressed slightly into Yami's side, the words bellowing into his ear as she yelled it out at him angrily, viciously, cruelly.
"Stop screaming in my ear!" Yami snarled, rounding on her.
She recoiled with wide eyes and then turned to Yugi with wide eyes. "Yugi!"
He looked at her awkwardly and then glanced at Yami who was glaring at her and didn't have to look at Seto to know the blue eyes were glaring straight at him. "Rebecca, you're in Yami's house…that kind of means I don't have any jurisdiction over here."
Seto barked out a laugh at the statement but Rebecca merely said, "You would think that if you're going to fuck someone, the least they could do is let you have a little jurisdiction in their house" in such a spiteful voice that Yugi looked like he had been stabbed and Yami went bug-eyed next to her.
Red and blue-violet eyes locked for a moment but separated just as fast.
"Seto."
He turned around after a moment, raising an eyebrow at the shorter teen.
"You can say what you like about me," Yami stated softly, his tone coming out calm and even and completely empty of malice, "because what I have put you through recently has been terrible. I apologize to you for everything that has happened."
His eyes glinted and he went to open his mouth.
"Butneversay that I do not love him. And you will never stop me from seeing him."
Yami turned on his heel and walked back inside, locking the door after him.
Seto watched the wooden barrier for a moment and then sighed softly before turning away. Yami was going to be hurting a lot more than he was anything else.
But that was okay.
Maybe Yami needed to hurt before he could heal.
Note: Story will be updated every Wednesday
Warning: TONS of cursing throughout story
Chapter XVIII: Hurt
Just as he was told, there were news vans everywhere outside of the schoolyard when Yami walked there on Wednesday. Yugi was standing a few feet away, giving him a look that he couldn't quite read, that was instantly swallowed away by a million microphones thrust in his face.
"Your manager said that you had an announcement to make?" an Egyptian woman asked with wide eyes, watching him closely.
"I do," he answered before clearing his throat, choosing not to comment that he didn'thavea manager because he wasn't even famous and that was a really stupid cover up. What the fuck was he? Some kind of stupid teenage singer?
The questions that they had been shooting at him the entire time quieted to a mellow roar before dissipating completely.
He drew in a deep breath and then raised his head high. "The last time we spoke of this matter, I did not give a true answer. My friend spoke up for me before I had the chance to truly explain. However, that will not happen this time, as I do not need it to. For those who have been following this story and still wish to know the truth, the picture was in fact, real."
Some gasps broke through and then some more questions were being thrown at him.
"Why did you keep this secret?"
"What happened to the girl you claimed was your girlfriend?"
"Are you in fact dating Yugi Motou?"
"Why would you lie on television like that?"
He was going to open his mouth to object but then a new voice called out, "He kept it a secret because he's a fucking coward."
Yami's head snapped up, eyes narrowed and glaring.
"And the girl was just a decoy. As for Yugi Motou, he's a slut who will sleep with anyone who looks at him the right way."
"I am not a coward. I simply protected myself from further scrutiny," Yami snarled, pushing through the crowd of reporters and towards Duke who was smirking widely at him. "And Mai Valentine is one of my best friends who offered to help me out when I needed her. Do you even have friends, Devlin? Because I have fail to see any of them coming to your rescue now, as you are embarrassing yourself in front of millions watching television. And Yugi Motou is not restricted to dating me. I am not with him and he is not with me. If we were, you would have your teeth shoved down your throat for insinuating what you just did."
"What? You can admit to the world that you are gay but you're too ashamed to admit that Yugi is your boyfriend?"
"I am ashamed ofnothing," he spat viciously, stopping a step away from him and glaring. "And you would be wise to swallow your words."
"Make. Me."
"Is that the best you can come up with?"
The new voice had them both looking up in surprise, Yami's eyes widening while Duke glared furiously.
"I thought you were supposed to be so much better than him, Duke," Yugi continued, walking closer and smirking widely. "But it seems you have no idea who you're even talking about. By the way, if you want to take someone down, you shouldn't do it to someone who is ten times smarter than you. Yami and I are not officially dating. But whatever. It's not really anyone else's business anyways. And if you want to rat on someone, how about you rat on yourself?"
"Or I could tell them about how you cheated on him with me."
"How about you tell them about how I punched the shit out of you and broke your windshield when you tried to force me into your backseat?"
Yami's head snapped towards Duke's face, eyes widening in shock. "You didwhat, you stupid son of a bitch?" he snarled.
"Really? Are you that afraid of letting everyone know how much of a slut you really are, Yugi? You're going to fabricate everything?"
Yugi raised an eyebrow and smirked widely. "I love that you would say that. Because I actually have someone here who can testify that I never fucking slept with you in the first place, Duke. Miho was down the street from us and she saw the whole thing. She saw me beat you up when you tried to force yourself on me and she saw you drive away with your tail between your legs like a coward."
"What?"
Yami's eyes flickered back and forth between Duke and Yugi and then back again before settling on the smaller boy again who was suddenly smirking at him devilishly, grabbing him by the shirt and jerking him forward to mash his mouth against his. Duke went wide-eyed and Yami couldn't close his eyes because he was too aware of the cameras on his face, but his mouth was working at his regardless until Yugi finally pulled away, breathing hard with him and smirking widely at the cameras before winking.
"He's too much of a good kisser to cheat on."
Yami blushed slightly and Duke glared at him, but Yugi ignored them both in favor of saying, "Very talented tongue. I'm surprised he wasn't married before he got here. Everyone's really missing out on it."
Yami blushed harder and then looked down, thoroughly embarrassed.
"And so shy too. So cute, don't you think, Duke?" A spiteful bark of laughter stabbed through the air as he stepped towards the black-haired teenager. "Tell me again why I would cheat on him even if we aren't dating? Especially with someone likeyou?"
Duke opened his mouth but his phone sounded and it seemed like some kind of signal because he suddenly backed off and wandered inside the building without a backwards glance. Both Yami and Yugi stared after him with confused looks but were immediately drawn out of it by the cameras and microphones in their faces.
"So the photo wasn't fabricated then?"
"Do your parents know about this?"
"Have your parents said anything?"
"Your father is against gay rights. How do you plan to deal with this?"
"How have you kept it from your parents?"
"How long have you known?"
"Do you believe in gay rights or do you follow your father's opinions?"
"Have you told your parents yet or is this the first time you have told anyone?"
"What made you ready to do this?"
"What made you take up such a big step?"
"What attracted you to Yugi Motou? Is it because you look alike? Are you that narcissistic?"
"What do you think will happen with your father now that it's official you are moving against his campaign?"
"How badly do you think you will affect his campaign?"
Yami stepped back and then brought his fingers to his mouth and whistled shrilly, making them all cut off and stare with wide eyes. "The photo was not fabricated. It was real. I did kiss Yugi Motou. I do not know who took the picture, but I do know that it was actually real. I do not know if my parents know about my homosexuality, but if they do, they have not said anything, so I cannot truly comment on this question. Yes, as almost everyone who knows about me and my family, my father is in fact against the rights of gay people. I have nothing to say on this matter. I will deal with it as my father and I see fit. I still have no real say on this matter. And there is really nothing to deal with. My father will have his say and I will have mine. I make no promises that anything will change. This is the first time I have told anyone that I was in fact gay. What made me ready to do this was just that it felt like it was the right time to do so. I have no opinion on gay rights. It has never truly affected me in any way before now and even now it does not affect me as my rights are not being tampered with. What made me ready to do this is actually because I got tired of hiding it all the time. That was my motivation for taking this step and announcing myself on television. I am not narcissistic. It was just a…infatuation with body chemistry, nothing more and nothing less. I make no move to affect my father's campaign. His campaign has nothing to do with me in the first place. And if this affects his campaign, he has my apologies, but I don't have a say in what others' reactions will be to this information."
They started to talk again but he turned and walked into the building before they could get a word in edgewise, knowing that Yugi was right behind him without turning his head to look over his shoulder at him.
"Why did you do that?"
"I wanted my title of badass back."
Both of them were laughing on their way to homeroom.
Yugi answered the door at six in the afternoon after school, earphones in and a small gray hoodie hugging his frame as he bobbed his head slightly to a beat that Yami couldn't hear, watching him as his hips wiggled with a couple of steps, letting him inside and dancing away a couple of steps towards the couch.
Yami raised an eyebrow and smiled widely, closing the door behind him and locking it before following him into the living room, laughing as the smaller boy hummed and did an exaggerated thrust of his hips and glanced at him with a grin.
"Someone seems very enthusiastic to see me," Yami commented with a chuckle.
"Mm, yep. You make my body roll in ways it didn't know it could," Yugi responded, rolling his hips and tapping his foot unconsciously in time with the beat.
Yami laughed lightly and smirked as he took a seat on the couch. "Roll for me then. Put on a show."
"Are you asking me for a lap dance?"
His cheeks lit in a rare blush. "W-what? No, I–actually, now that you mention it, are you offering or…?"
Yugi laughed softly. "I would offer…but considering the things going on right now, I mean the pictures and stuff…I really don't think it's such a good idea." He paused to look at him but his hips were still moving and his head continued nodding with the music, his foot still tapping, soft hums coming from the small boy for a moment. "So, what did you come over for? Did you need something or did you just wander over? Ooh, are you drunk again?"
Yami burst out laughing, the sound impossible to stop once it started. "No, Yugi, I am not drunk," he murmured, kicking his legs slightly and watching him with a strange expression that Yugi couldn't quite describe. "But if I said I was drunk, would that make your clothes come off faster?"
Yugi gave him a startled look and then snorted in amusement before pulling his earphones out and draping them around his neck, raising an eyebrow and smirking at him. "Oh, did you come over for some fun time with Yugi?"
He blushed again. "I…I did," he admitted, offering a small weak smile. "But in my defense, I expected you to jump my bones the moment I stepped inside."
"Is that your passive aggressive way of calling me a slut?"
"Oh, but Yugi, I don't have a passive aggressive bone in my body." He paused and then purred, "Except maybe your penis when you're in me, but still."
"He is not passive aggressive. He is very aggressive and very dominating," Yugi told him matter-of-factly. "You should get your facts straight if you want him to come out and play again. He likes being flattered, not teased."
Yami chuckled and shook his head. "I apologize, Mr. Happy. I'll remember to only flatter you," he announced, staring at the smaller boy's crotch.
Yugi threw his head back, laughing loudly. "Did you just name my penis?"
"I did." He nodded, unashamed by this fact. "I named him Mr. Happy. He is very enthusiastic even when he isn't out."
He hadn't really noticed that the teasing had gotten him hard, but now he had his attention solely on the sensation at Yami's words and he kind of wanted to glare for making him notice the uncomfortable sensation but he was too busy laughing.
"Should we name yours too?"
Yami glanced at his jeans for a moment and then looked up again. "No. He's very happy not to be named. He likes his independence."
Yugi gave him a wide smile, shaking his head as he pulled his phone from his pocket and unplugged his earphones, dropping them onto the coffee table and looking him over slowly, the smile falling eventually into a tiny frown as he leaned against the armrest. "Yami, if we slept together again, I don't know how we would do it–or where, because honestly, there isn't really much we can do right now, considering. I mean, they took pictures from theskylightand both of our windows. They even recorded us. So I honestly don't really see this as being a good idea anytime soon."
He frowned a little and drummed his fingers against his knee, chewing his cheek thoughtfully and shaking his head slightly. "I know, I just…I need something to distract me because nothing else has worked."
"Nothing else?" Yugi repeated. "What else have you been up to then?"
"Video games, studying, reading…those kinds of things."
"Hmm." He shrugged a little. "Well, I would gladly sleep with you again, I could use the distraction too, but where the hell would we do it? If they could get us from the rooms and they bugged your house…"
"There has to be somewhere. Think about it, Yugi."
So he did. For a long time.
Yugi spent over five minutes just debating it and how humiliating it would be before finally sighing out, "Okay, well, there are the bathrooms but nothing else. I mean, they might want to some recordings and pictures of us, but I highly doubt even they want to hear me in the bathroom. Because that shit would just be weird."
The taller boy laughed, because that was so true.
Why the hell would anyone ever want to hear someone else in the bathroom of all places?
"The bathroom is fine."
Yugi gave him a strange look and then pursed his lips. "It's kind of small though."
"Yourbedroomis kind of small."
"Yeah, compared to yours, but yours is like some kind of palace room or something."
Yami laughed. "My parents don't ever let me do the modest thing. Always big."
It shouldn't have made his mind fall to the gutter but it did, and he was laughing so hard that he couldn't stop for a few minutes, doubling over the armrest and laughing even harder when Yami didn't join in, obviously too confused to understand what was going on in the first place.
"Oh shit, okay," he laughed, shaking his head and waving a hand dismissively as he straightened, catching his breath in ragged gulps. "Uh, anyways, if you want to do this, we might as well do it now."
"Yes, please, make it sound even more like a chore."
"That's not what I meant."
"I know. I'm sorry. Forgive me."
Yugi snorted. "Whatever. I'm starting to think fights might be something of an aphrodisiac."
"So what, you argue with someone and get hard from it?"
"I don't know. You seem to be the only one with enough balls to actually do it."
"Am I?"
"Yes. Apparently everyone else is afraid of little old Yugi Motou."
"Hmm…well, you do look like a fucking monster half the time, so I wouldn't be surprised."
"I do not!"
"You do, Yugi. You always look like a monster."
"How dare you."
"A cute monster, but a fucking monster nonetheless."
"Fuck off."
"I won't. But I will fuck you."
Yugi moaned deep in his throat and licked his lips. "Promise?"
"I do."
"Then let's go."
Yugi spent the next three days receiving videos and emails of his little escapades with Yami. And fuck, if the audio wasn't enhanced. But it was definitely mouthwatering to hear Yami moaning like he did. And it was pants-tightening and pre-cum-invoking to see his muscles rippling beneath his skin with each of his thrusts. And if it wasn't impossible not to want to stroke himself due to the sounds the taller teen made. But he didn't, because that was something he just didn't do.
But oh how disgustingly arousing and terribly, painfully amusing it was to watch these videos–not that he really had a choice because the instructions said he had to download them like before and even when he didn't click on them, they played anyways. And it was kind of a good thing because when he watched them, he came to the realization that he was in fact right and they could not get into the bathroom–thank god for that.
Of course, his little erotic pleasure was completely cut off when Yami came to the house again, not to fuck, but to stare at the videos as if they were alien before saying, "Seto said he found a traceable email from the guy, managed to send a virus to him, but we don't really know if it worked or not. Either way, he boosted his firewall again."
"Okay…"
"Just thought I would tell you."
"Um…thank you for keeping me in the loop, I guess?"
"Why are you watching those?"
"Because he makes them self-play so I have no choice."
"Okay, but I meant, why are you still in the same room when they're playing instead of leaving it with the video playing?"
"What do you not understand about how strange my grandfather is?"
"I highly doubt he would want to watch his grandson being fucked."
"I'm pretty sure he masturbated to a Duel Monsters card once."
Yami gave him a strange look, blinked several times, and then turned away with wide eyes. "O…kay then," he announced, awkwardly clearing his throat. Old man had his fetishes. As long as he didn't hurt anyone, that was his business. Awkward to know, because he certainly hadn't asked, but it was the elderly Motou's business, not his. "That's…thank you for that very lovely information. I will cherish it always."
Yugi laughed. "Whatever. Point is, I don't care if my grandpa has his weird little tendencies and all that. I really don't. But I also don't want him watching me being fucked. That might be awkward."
"Except didn't you say he wasproudwhen he found out?"
"Oh yes. He definitely was."
"That's…so lovely."
Yugi couldn't stop laughing.
The screen turned bright red with blue-violet letters in the form of "Hello Yami" dancing across it. Yeah, this definitely wasn't how his laptop wassupposedto start up.
The words bounced across the screen and Yami could see that it was spelling out a name, and it definitely wasn't his. Leaning forward, his eyes trained and glued on the letters, the name slowly came to mind.
But he only knew of one person with that name.
So it didn't help.
Arkana?
It couldn't be the one who was working with his father. Because he was still in Egypt…
And then his computer crashed.
There was the sound of a dumpster being dropped and a toilet being flushed and a high-pitched voice giggled, "Goodbye Yami, be a good boy" just before the screen went black; every time he pressed the power button, it lit up for a split second and then died again.
Son of a bitch actually hacked him.
And there was really nothing on his laptop that could be used against his father or anyone else for that matter–certainly not him. He merely used it for looking up random things, occasionally glancing at his father's latest conquer and how many new people he had brainwashed into following him. And he used it for homework. Studies. There was nothing else…
But still the fucker had stripped him completely of even the start-up functions.
"Motherfucker," he hissed under his breath, clenching his jaw and shaking his head slightly. "Goddamn it…"
Yugi and the blonde girl showed up two hours after he called them. Of course Yami hadn't been expecting her and it wasn't like he wanted her there, but when she kicked the shit out of his shin, he was not a very happy camper.
"Asshole" was the first thing she said to him.
"Bitch" sprang to his lips but he didn't voice it, instead glancing at Yugi who gave him an apologetic look and whispered, "Crush on me" in his ear, seemingly unconsciously reaching out to touch his arm gently before following the girl.
"Rebecca, don't be mean to him."
She turned around with this cutesy smile that made Yami's lip curl back. "Okay, Yugi" but as soon as Yugi checked his phone she was glaring at him and Yami was ignoring her in favor of heading into the kitchen.
"Hey, do you have any soda?" Yugi asked suddenly.
Yami glanced over his shoulder at him as he pulled the fridge open. "Tons. What do you want to drink?"
"Got Sprite?"
"I do. Does um…"
"Rebecca," Yugi supplied before turning to the girl who looked up with bright eyes at her name, raising an eyebrow before turning his attention back towards the kitchen. "Do you want something to drink?"
"Sure, Yugi!"
He didn't bother saying that Yami was the one getting them and he wasn't about to ask her what she wanted because he knew what she liked from the hours they had spent at his home, but he did go into the kitchen to find Yami with his phone to ear and what seemed to be Seto talking. Yami held out a Sprite while he put an open one on the counter and screwed the cap back on, still listening before looking up and furrowing his brows.
Arkana…whereelsedid he know that name?
He wasn't the guy, though. He knew that much…
"All right. Thank you, Seto."
There was a huff and then the line went dead while Yami pocketed his phone and wouldn't look at him for a moment; Yugi stepped forward and a distracted glance told him Yami was paying attention but he was also thinking extremely hard. "I'm sorry about Rebecca. She's…extremely jealous. And she saw us on TV."
Yami blinked once slowly and then nodded slightly. "It's okay. You shouldn't be apologizing for her anyways."
"No, but she won't apologize for herself," Yugi replied. "And she's going to seem like a pest but if you can use some of that patience you have formeit might not be so bad."
"Hmm." He took a sip of his Spite again, his slender fingers somewhat awkward in their action of twisting the cap off, obviously unhappy and distracted. "I don't know if I have that kind of patience. I'm impatient by nature."
"You're not impatient with me."
"Yes, well you're not exactly incompetent and annoying."
Yugi frowned slightly. "I think…that if you hadn't met her under these kinds of circumstances and if she didn't have such a massive crush on me, you wouldn't dislike her so much. She's actually really smart–but I won't refute your statement of her being annoying."
"Oh look, Yugi's using semi-big words."
"Like your dick."
Both of them snorted out a laugh and Yami turned away to glance out the back door before turning back.
"What's wrong, Yami, don't have a comeback for that?"
He shook his head tiredly. "Not at the moment, no. I'm too tired to think of anything right now."
Yugi frowned and leaned against the fridge door, watching him. "I wouldn't have brought her over here if I didn't think she would be useful…"
"Useful…You sound almost like Seto. Someone has to be useful or they aren't needed for anything…" He smirked. "Actually, no, you sound more like my father. Seto doesn't use people as much as you two do."
Yugi recoiled, flinching with wide eyes.
Red eyes watched him for a moment and then turned away to regard the floor curiously. "I apologize. I am just so fucking tired of all of this shit. I want it to be over. I want to be able to sleep without this bullshit happening."
The smaller boy nodded after a moment but that startled and horrified expression did not leave his face.
"Yugi!"
Both of them stood straight in alarm at the shrill distressed cry of the blonde in the living room, but only Yugi took off to see what was going on, stopping short and groaning while Yami came around the side and burst out laughing. Rebecca was standing on top of the coffee table and pointing at the moth on the wall–extremely small and dusty in color and doing nothing but staying attached to that wall.
"I knew there was a reason I hated girls," Yami snickered softly.
Yugi laughed at his comment, glancing at him with wide amused eyes before turning back to deal with the harmless moth on the wall. "Here, I've got this. Go get a soda or something," he muttered, rolling his eyes while the blonde leaped off the table; basic instinct had him opening his arms to catch her, both of them falling over with him on his back and groaning from the impact.
She giggled and kissed his cheek while Yami merely raised an eyebrow and watched as Yugi squirmed and wiggled his way out from under her, glancing over his shoulder and mouthing, "You would think she weighed a million pounds" with a distressed expression.
Yami howled with laughter and Yugi grinned before getting up and going over to the small bug; Yami personally really hoped he wouldn't kill it because it hadn't done anything, but whatever.
Rebecca came over to him and at first he didn't quite notice the glare until she had grabbed his arm and pulled him into the kitchen, pushing him back against the counter with a glare ten times as powerful as the original.
"I don't know how much you paid Yugi to kiss you on TV, but you better stay away from him. He ismine," Rebecca hissed at him softly.
"I didn't pay him anything–"
"It doesn't matter. The point is that Yugi is mine, notyours. Mine. M-I-N-E."
Yami risked a sideways glance at the small boy who was now sitting on the couch watching TV. "He kissed me. I didn't do anything. And I think Yugi can choose who he wants."
"He's going to be my husband one day, so consider this your only warning. Stay away from Yugi."
The red-eyed boy bristled. "You're delusional and I feel sorry for you."
She opened her mouth but then Yugi turned around and leaned over the back of the couch. "Rebecca, didn't you say that you found something weird earlier?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah!" She paused and then looked at Yami sideways, voice completely void of the disdain it had held moments before. "This guy has been in your house. Obviously. I mean, you said something about how you were recorded, right? Anyways, I think he's screwing with you now because he left a couple of footprints over by the backdoor and considering your feet are too small to make a print like that…"
"I never even noticed that…" Yami said quietly, staring past her and at the floor; sure enough, there were footprints marked by dirt and dust on the wood. Not many, but just enough to make it apparent they had gotten in through the backdoor and wandered around, circled off and disappeared outside again.
"That's because I'msmarter than you," Rebecca chimed happily in a singsong tone, playing with one of her pigtails as she looked at Yugi who watched Yami and then glanced at her.
"Highly unlikely, but I'll pretend to agree for argument's sake," Yami mused softly before walking around to look at the footprints, inspecting them slowly before narrowing his eyes into slits. "I can't believe I missed that…"
Yugi got up from the couch after a moment, wandered over to the backdoor and looked as well before grinning widely at him. "I'll say, Yami, they look like tracks from a Sasquatch."
Yami flipped him off, chuckling. "I wouldn't be offended if you just shut up."
"You might not be, but I would."
"Who cares if you're offended or not?"
"Don't talk to my boyfriend like that!" Rebecca suddenly screamed.
Both of them jumped and stared at her in shock, eyes wide before Yami glared and Yugi blinked slowly, muttering, "Rebecca, I'm not your boyfriend. We aren't dating."
"Not yet," she cooed. "But you are taking me out soon!"
Yami went still and his eyes flickered towards Yugi's, where they grew wide and dark in confusion, clearly begging him to refute her statement, to tell him it wasn't true. But Yugi couldn't do that so instead he stared at Rebecca silently for a long minute.
"You know, jealousy isn't a pretty color on anyone Rebecca. I really don't want to date someone who gets jealous over absolutely nothing."
"You kissed him."
"So what? Didn't mean anything."
Yami looked away, studying the floor intently. Honestly, howhadhe missed those prints? Normally he was so keen that he would have caught track of that almost immediately. But no, this time…
"Rebecca, please go work on the laptop. I want to get something to drink."
A kiss aimed for his lips met his cheek when he turned his face away and she shrugged it off before wandering off into the living room again, humming softly as she started to play on the laptop again.
Yugi went about crouching down next to him, chewing his cheek as he watched Yami look the footprints over and pointedly avoid so much as glancing in his direction. "I wouldn't have brought her here if she wasn't a computer wiz. And she wouldn't have come here if I hadn't promised to go out with her." He watched a series of anguished pain flicker through Yami's dark gaze before turning blank again as he admired the wood he was staring at, nodding at him once. "I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it." He sat back on his knees, narrowing his eyes as he looked the footprints over. "You're free to do as you wish. Like I told you before, we don't have labels."
He opened and closed his mouth and then ducked his head, turning away.
Some part of him actually wished he would fight with him now, try to make him believe that when he had said that, he had really meant topushYugi into agreeing to becoming bound by a label. But he didn't, because he was Yami, and Yami didn't fight like that.
"Yami."
Rebecca let out a shrill noise and Yami's head snapped around, standing up immediately, while Yugi jumped a mile and then stood up as well; ice blue eyes stared at Rebecca in pure distaste momentarily before focusing on a pair of surprised red.
"Arkana, does that name meananythingto you?"
"Seto, that's impossible. He's…still in Egypt as far as I know," he argued, frowning and shaking his head; Rebecca twisted around on the couch and stared pointedly at the tall brunet's feet before turning her attention towards the footsteps next to Yami's own foot. "For fuck's sake, the last time I checked, he was still there. I think Father might have mentioned him recently, said he was working well…?"
The brunet narrowed his eyes for a long minute and then slowly let his eyes flicker towards Yugi who he hadyetto ever actually greet, expression annoyed before focusing on Yami again. He pulled his briefcase out–how had they all missed that?–and put it on the table before opening it and pulling out both his laptop and several printed pages, handing them to him before turning his laptop on.
"Well, he's the reason you have been found. I don't suppose you know that your father is a ragingdrunk?" his cousin stated with a roll of his eyes, handing him the papers which were all in-depth records on the man who looked extremely familiar to the smaller teen, eyes widening drastically as he looked them over and flipped through; oh yes, he recognized him… "Arkana probably used that to his advantage, got information about where you were hiding. He is still part of the program so he has all the time in the world to approach your dad and get dirt on him. I'm guessing he is the one who got the information for your…stalker because it was kept out ofanyform of media."
Yami chewed his cheek hard for a few moments and then sighed. "What's the point of this anyways? It won't help anyone." He looked through the records some more, stared at a death certificate but didn't comment on it, and then slowly narrowed his eyes. "I thought his name was spelled differently. I didn't exactly recognize it when he crashed my computer…"
Seto sighed loudly and then shook his head before starting his computer up and going into his email before showing it to him. "Here is what he sent me to send toyou."
"Seto Kaiba, I know that you are helping your cousin with this problem, but perhaps you should stop. We wouldn't want to see anything happen to little Mokuba, would we?"
Yami bristled. "I'll kill him."
Seto smirked and snorted softly, not saying anything with words but allowing his response to speak for itself that he had had the exact same thought upon reading it.
"Now that I have your attention, you are to go to your cousin. He is going to need alotof help with that little virus his computer just obtained three hours ago. In three days' time there will be a message for Yami that will appear online and on television. He should be watching for it. I think he will enjoy it."
"Enjoy it?" Yugi muttered, glancing at Yami who didn't look up from the screen.
"Three days. That's all. Tell him to be on the look out…and tell him he might also want someactualfirewall for that laptop of his. You would think with you as his cousin, he would haveknownto have a better one. Ta-ta, Arkana"
"Ta-ta? Who the fuck says that?" Yami hissed.
"Just my luck that my cousin would have a fucking weirdo stalking him and saying 'Ta-ta' as a farewell."
Yami opened his mouth to argue and then shrugged. "I can't even argue that."
Seto sighed and shook his head while Yugi raised an eyebrow at him in question before shaking his head as well.
"Yami."
The red-eyed teen went from staring at the email to looking over at the brunet who glanced towards the glass doors and then led the way outside; Yami hesitated for a moment and then signed out of the email before closing the laptop and following him out, getting to his side where Seto shut the door and led him a few feet out into the yard.
"What are you doing in there?"
Yami blinked in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Imeanthat you would rather talk to that little shit than you would your owncousinimmediately after your laptop was hacked."
"I didn't think it was that big a deal, Seto. I called to ask him if his had been similarly attacked but it was not. He offered to come help me with it and said that the girl, Rebecca, could maybe fix it because she's a computer geek. For fuck's sake, Seto, it's not like I was trying to fuck him against the table or something."
"What is this between you two anyways? A bit of flirting and an unrequitedcrush?" the brunet spat, his expression only softening momentarily when Yami flinched at the hatred in his voice. "Let it go."
Yami looked away from him and then chewed his cheek hard. "I…"
"Look, Yami, you're not a kid. And I'm not going to let you act like one. You arenotabout to throw your life away for that…bratin there. You areresponsibleand youknowwhat the right choice is. You're matured. You can't be that scared little boy anymore."
He knew that he wasn't saying it to hurt him but the sting bit against his skin and left him feeling like someone had struck him and it was different from any other kind of strike he had ever endured because this one was right and it tore beneath the surface of his skin with its truth.
"You are not stupid enough to throw yourself away on a high school crush, Yami. He has been using you. And you know as well as I that nothing will last between the two of you. He's going to get bored and then he's going to throw you away. That's all he's ever done. He's onlyeverhurt you."
For a long time Yami could not formulate an answer and then finally, when he looked over again, the air around him vibrated with pure anger. "Seto, you don't understand. I am not crushing on him. I am…"–since when did the words become so hard to say?–"in love with him. And if I were to meet him a million times, in a million lives, I would fall in love with him all over again.Everytime."
"Oh right, Yami, you think you're in love with him? Fuck you." The brunet shook his head, his eyes shooting daggers at the red-eyed teen in front of him, glaring fiercely. "You were not even his first. Did you ever stop to think that he's probably got a bunch of fucking baggage and ashit loadof issues he has to work out before he couldeverlove someone else? And do you really want to be the boy who caught the STD from some insignificant slut who looks like him?"
Yami blinked once. "It doesn't matter who was first, only who is last."
Time seemed to explode forward suddenly and things were rapidly begging to spin out of control before the blue-eyed teen shook himself free of it and glared. "How do you suggest you are going to fit into his self-absorbed little life, Yami? You can't just fucking trail around behind him like some kind of lost puppy dog. It's pathetic and you are far too good for that stupid shit."
The red-eyed teen stayed quiet for a moment.
"You know as well as I that he's never going to get anywhere in life. You can't be serious if you think that anyone is going to give him a second glance in life. Why would youpossiblytie yourself to someone so insignificant?"
"Stop it," Yami snapped viciously, bristling at the slight overtone of complete disdain that provoked his hostility. "And aside from that, Yugi is perfectly capable of living any life he wishes to, and so am I. If he would have me, I would gladly live any life he wants to live."
The doorknob twisted and both of their heads snapped viciously towards the newcomer, Yami mellowing after a moment while Seto bristled further.
"You. You have some serious explaining to do." The tall teen took a step towards him and Yami froze with wide eyes while Yugi stared with an unreadable expression.
"I'm sorry."
It was simple, quiet and steady.
But it did nothing to satisfy the brunet who snatched his arm and made the shorter teen flinch back.
"Do not speak to him like that," Yami said in a soft and dangerous voice, the words carrying through the stale air like fire, crackling and burning. "If you hurt him, I will hurt you more."
Both of them froze at this statement and Yugi went bug-eyed while Seto turned an incredulous look at him; Yami stood a few mere steps away, eyes sharp and blazing, the air seeming to ripple and vibrate with anger around him, his lips drawn into a tight line but his body seeming to be relaxed despite the way he stood taller and had a challenging gleam to his dark gaze.
Seto released him and glared at his youngest cousin. "Yami, I don't have to play the polite cousin. Not after all the shit he's brought and what I've watched you go through over the past few months. Honestly, what the fuck do I care for him? Butyouare my cousin, damn it. And I don't want to see you get hurt anymore."
Yugi suddenly barked out a laugh that had a pair of ice and fire staring at him. "Are you trying to forbid him from seeing me?"
"I had sex with him," Yami suddenly stated.
Yugi and Seto stared at him in surprise.
"Well no shit. They have videos of that crap as blackmail, moron," the brunet spat.
"No, yesterday–last night if you count the beginning of the sunset as the end of a day," Yami explained, shrugging a shoulder lazily even as Seto's eyes burned holes into his skin and made his muscles twitch beneath his golden bronze skin. "In his bathroom. On the floor. Not the most comfortable position ever, but yeah. Just thought that if you wanted to dig into someone, you should probably go after the one who has initiated sex the most between us…"
Veins stood out on the brunet's forehead when he turned towards Yugi, the look passing between them murderous.
"I told you it mattered who waslast," Yami stated, making both of them look at him again.
"Yami, I will never mention this again and I'll even fucking ignore it for the rest of my life like the fucking plague if I have to, butpleasedon't fucking speak to him again.Orsee him anymore."
Red eyes flickered towards Yugi and then back again.
And Seto knew he had just lost this fight. Yami was stupid for the kid. And the only thing more fighting would do was alienate Yami from him completely. He wouldn't risk that. Yami was his cousin and as much as they infuriated each other, he loved the shit out of the stupid red-eyed boy.
"Fine, Yami. You will do what you think is right for you, and I will live with it."
He wanted to say so much more but instead Yami turned his attention away from him to look into the trees, the thick ivy and the dying grass, the ground that would soon begin to give birth to new plant life in a few months' time. When he turned back, he merely nodded and then pushed past them to head inside, not sparing a second glance even as the two followed him in.
"About time," Rebecca complained from the couch.
"My apologies," Yami offered curtly, walking around the couch to take a seat. "Family matters and all that to attend to. By the way, how is your grandfather?"
She looked startled, as did Yugi even though he merely hid it away to take a seat on the edge of the couch's armrest, watching as Seto took the white loveseat with a sharp gleam to his steel-blue eyes.
"He…he's okay."
"Good."
And that was the extent of the conversation. Yugi felt so awkward and out of place now that his childhood friend and Yami's cousin were in the picture. Alone with Yami was much more bearable. Now it was just impossible to not feel strange as all fuck because of their presence in the room.
"I couldn't give less of a shit about you!" the blonde screamed suddenly, her high-pitched voice throwing them all for a loop; Yugi was well aware that he got loud as all fuck, so he was used to loud noises like this, but he had to wonder if she had just burst his eardrums. "I couldn't care less about your stupid laptop either. I'm only here for Yugi. Because I love him and he loves me. That's why he won't say it to you. Because he only lovesme!"
For a long minute no one said anything, and then Seto was looking at Yugi as if for confirmation but Yugi was busy gawking at the only girl in the room and Yami merely tilted his head and leveled her with a look that a bird of prey would give a mouse before tearing it open with its sharp beak. So she was mad that he asked about her grandfather, that he even knew about his condition. She saw it as a weakness and now she was lashing out. She wouldn't get out of this unscathed. But then, Yami didn't think he would either.
"Well then, while we are working on total honesty," Yami announced, crossing his legs as he sat back further into the couch. "It's always been more than sex. It's art. Perfection, if I do say so myself. Near-death experiences, truly."
Yugi blushed furiously. Seto curled his lip slightly.
Rebecca bared her teeth in a snarl. "You'll have another one in a minute if you keep talking aboutmyYugi like that."
"Surely you must know I could destroy you," Yami sneered at her, glaring fiercely before turning away again. "But you're safe…for now."
"Fuck off," she spat, looking ready to scream.
"Now, now, Rebecca, be civil," he taunted.
Seto snorted in amusement. "Yami, stop fucking with the American's head," he chided. "You know they're slower than we are."
Yami burst out laughing and Yugi gawked while Rebecca looked ready to jump up and attack him.
"I'm slow?" she seethed. "Then tell me how I know over fifteen different languages and can ever read Egyptian hieroglyphics and ancient Sumerian."
"I can speak over seventy-two," Seto snapped back while Yami started typing into the computer, searching the screen with his eyes but not bothering to look up.
"What? No you can't!"
"I do business all over the world. You had better believe I know all the languages I could possibly need in order to keep a client from scamming me," the brunet hissed at her before turning his attention back to his red-eyed cousin. "Well?"
"Still debugging but so far it's working."
"Of course it is. I designed it."
It came out snide but Yami still snorted out a laugh and Yugi and Rebecca shared a look of confusion at the action because even Seto looked amused now.
"Did I mention that Yami knows sixty-six languages himself?" the brunet continued suddenly.
Rebecca went still and glared furiously. "There's no way!"
"His father is an ambassador. Of course he knows different languages, idiot."
"I amnotan idiot!" She leaned forward, pressed slightly into Yami's side, the words bellowing into his ear as she yelled it out at him angrily, viciously, cruelly.
"Stop screaming in my ear!" Yami snarled, rounding on her.
She recoiled with wide eyes and then turned to Yugi with wide eyes. "Yugi!"
He looked at her awkwardly and then glanced at Yami who was glaring at her and didn't have to look at Seto to know the blue eyes were glaring straight at him. "Rebecca, you're in Yami's house…that kind of means I don't have any jurisdiction over here."
Seto barked out a laugh at the statement but Rebecca merely said, "You would think that if you're going to fuck someone, the least they could do is let you have a little jurisdiction in their house" in such a spiteful voice that Yugi looked like he had been stabbed and Yami went bug-eyed next to her.
Red and blue-violet eyes locked for a moment but separated just as fast.
"Seto."
He turned around after a moment, raising an eyebrow at the shorter teen.
"You can say what you like about me," Yami stated softly, his tone coming out calm and even and completely empty of malice, "because what I have put you through recently has been terrible. I apologize to you for everything that has happened."
His eyes glinted and he went to open his mouth.
"Butneversay that I do not love him. And you will never stop me from seeing him."
Yami turned on his heel and walked back inside, locking the door after him.
Seto watched the wooden barrier for a moment and then sighed softly before turning away. Yami was going to be hurting a lot more than he was anything else.
But that was okay.
Maybe Yami needed to hurt before he could heal.