Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Skool Daze ❯ Prologue

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Hey there! Well this is a shameless ploy to get some Y/Y action, consider yourself warned. This is a PWP, and thus being, ::breaks out megaphone:: All young children with impressionable minds vacate the premises. All people who are uncomfortable with graphic sex please take your leave. Those of you who do not go in for homoerotic sex, yep, now is your time to get while the gettin's good. ::drops megaphone and claps hands:: And now, for the few who remain, I would like to presentYUUGI AND YAMI SUPER KINKY SCHOOL BATHROOM SEX!!!!! ahem Well, something like that.I'm a red haired, green eyed Irish girl...do I LOOK Japanese to you? For that matter do I look like a filthy rich CEO? Therefore...I never have, do not, and never will own Yugioh...well maybe someday when I become the ruler of the world and Jinu is the queen of Australia.
Skool Daze

Yuugi stared blankly at the test paper, trying to make sense of line after line of gibberish. He knew Yami could sense his panic, he could feel the game king's curiosity and concern. //Relax. It's only mathematics, aibou. Just think logically.// Yami said placatingly.
Yuugi pointedly ignored him, concentrating on the equations in front of him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, throwing the mental equivalent on a dirty look at Yami for keeping him up and distracting him from studying. //You regret it?// Yami replied.
Yuugi ignored him again, looking at the impossible questions. He glance around the room to see everyone scribbling away. He looked back at his desk quickly when the teacher began to walk in this direction. Yuugi stared so hard at the paper it began to waver out of focus.
He clenched his fist in frustration. /Just right ANYTHING!/ he thought frantically, trying to remember yesterday's lesson. He relaxed his hand and began writing what he hoped were the answers.
When the teacher collected the tests she asked his he was all right and recommended that he get a drink of water. He nodded and slipped out of the classroom.
Yuugi wandered down the quiet corridor, pausing at the water fountain. He went into the bathroom and splashed his face with cold water after deciding against drowning himself. He groaned and rubbed his temples. "I _failed_ that test!" he whispered. A pair of arms slipped around his waist. "What makes you think I want to see you? This is _your_ fault!"
Yami squeezed him tighter. "I didn't know. You could have told me no."
"Not likely," Yuugi sulked.
"I'm sorry. If you really did fail I swear I won't touch on a school night."
"What? No! Bad idea!" Yami began to roll his hips. Yuugi looked up into the mirror to see Yami smile and kiss his cheek.
"You know... I don't think we ever used a mirror before," said Yami, his smile becoming predatorial. He began playing with Yuugi's nipples through his shirt.
"H-how would we use it?" asked Yuugi, though he had and idea. Yuugi's eyes suddenly went wide. "What am I doing?" he yelled, pushing Yami's hands away. "It's the middle of school!"
"Well then," said Yami, undisturbed. "We won't have time for the mirror." He pouted prettily. Yuugi shivered, he was losing this battle and he sort of like it. "I can tell," said Yami, who apparently heard Yuugi's thoughts, as he began rubbing Yuugi's growing erection while gyrating his hips against his ass.
Yuugi squirmed, "We-we don't have time!" Yami sped up. "Nnnn-" Yuugi figeted more. "No...stop..." Yami did. Yuugi growled, frustrated and spun around, putting him nose to nose with his other half. "I didn't _mean_ it!"
Yami didn't have to be told twice, he quickly pressed his mouth to Yuugi's. He leaned back, wrinkling his nose. "Aibou, normally you taste sweet, but...now...you taste..." Yani paused, searching for a word. "Aibou, you taste..." he paused again, then shook his head and said something in Egyptian.
"What?" asked Yuugi, a little put off. "What does that mean?"
Yami thought again, looking for a way to say it. "You taste... weird-sort of sour." It was best he could do. "What did you eat?"
Yuugi, who was unimpressed with Yami's way with words, glared. "I shouldn't taste like anything , just tooth-oh." Realization dawned. He began to laugh. He leaned forward. "It's-" he gave Yami a closed mouth kiss on the lips. "-only-" He kissed the side of Yami's mouth. "-toothpaste," he kissed his neck and flicked out his tongue. He sat back, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. "Makes my mouth minty fresh," he gave Yami another closed mouth kiss that was far from chaste.
"Mmm...I like fresh," Yami moaned. "I don't know about minty, but fresh is nice." He panted as Yuugi ran his fingers just beneath Yami's ribs.
Yuugi smiled. /You like fresh? How's this for fresh?/ He shoved Yami backwards into a stall. Yami recovered and stared wide eyed at his little light. /Sit down!/ Yami's jaw dropped. /Now!/ He collapsed onto the toilet seat. Yuugi smirked and stood with hands on hips, surveying the dumbfounded pharaoh.
"You look positively evil like that."
Yuugi's lids lowered and he said in a sotto voice, "You ain't seen nothin' yet." He shut and locked the stall. He sat in Yami's lap, each accidental caress and wiggle designed to drive Yami crazy.
The way this was going, Yami was going to cream himself before he ever got his pants off. Yuugi chuckled, "Oh no. These pants are coming off...but not just yet." He leaned and kissed Yami fiercely, sucking on his lips and running his tongue all over his palette, demanding a response. Yami was all to happy to give him one.
He began to kiss back, slipping his hands beneath Yuugi's ass. Yuugi wrapped his legs around Yami's waist. He pulled Yuugi's arms over his head with one hand and continued massaging Yuugi's ass with the other.
Yami stood and pressed Yuugi's back against the door of the stall. He drew back from Yuugi's mouth and began licking and sucking on his sweet spot, just where his neck and jaw met. A few seconds of this treatment and Yuugi could only cling desperately to Yami as he worked his erection through his pants.
"Oh-nnn-oh! Yam~iii! Oh Yami!" The bell rang for next period. "Oh noooo!" Yuugi's mood swing did nothing to effect to deter Yami from his attentions. "Ya-Yami! Sto~p!" Yami didn't. "I m-mean it!" Yami growled and stopped, but didn't Yuugi down.
"Why?" he asked impatiently.
"Because next period...I have to go-"
Yami cut him off. "It's third period, your free."
Yuugi tried to remember but his sex fuzzed mind refused to cooperate. "English, Algebra, Study Hall, Phys. Ed...oh."
"Aibou, your trying very hard to kill the mood." Yuugi glanced at the still very large bulge in Yami's pants. Yami followed Yuugi's gaze and grinned. "Good thing you haven't succeeded." Yami looked Yuugi up and down, licked his lips and smirked. Now it was Yami's turn to look evil. Yuugi shivered in anticipation as Yami leaned in and whispered huskily in Yuugi's ear, "Now, before we continue, do you have any other arguments?"
"No, I-I don't," Yuugi groaned, Yami hadn't waited for an answer and was was currently ravishing Yuugi's neck.
"Glad to hear it," Yami murmured against his neck. "Otherwise I might have had to convince you by taking things into my own hands. Actually, I think I will anyway."
Yuugi gasped as Yami's hands slipped into his pants, while continuing his assault on Yuugi's neck. He ran his hands through Yami's hair and arched his back, further exposing his neck and grinding into Yami's touch. He couldn't stop himself from whining when Yami's hand was removed. Yami's mouth continued to suck, lick, and nip at his neck.
Yuugi was still whimpering in loss when he realized his pants and boxers were down around his ankles. Yami's hand returned and began to stroke Yuugi. This took Yuugi by surprise. But before he could let the whole school know, Yami captured his lips in a fierce kiss.
Yuugi trailed his hands down Yami's neck, sliding over his collarbone to place feather light touches on his nipples. Yami gasped into Yuugi's mouth. Yuugi smiled and continued to exploit Yami's sensitivity.
His right hand slipped downward, lighted on his ribs and abs, and stopped at his belt. He undid it one handed and shoved his pants and his underwear down, revealing Yami's own impressive erection.
Yuugi grasped Yami in his small hand, and continued to tease Yami's nipples. They began to kiss feverishly as the pressure began to build. Yuugi pinched a nipple harder than he had intended and Yami hissed into his mouth. Yuugi froze.
"No, it's all right, aibou." Yami kissed him sweetly but passionately . "Do it again." Yuugi looked at him uncertainly. "Please." Yuugi did as he was told and Yami hissed again, his eyes lowering.
"You like that?" Yuugi asked as he started stroking Yami's length slowly.
"Yes" Yami moaned. Yuugi wasn't sure which sensation he was referring to. He abruptly found himself not caring as Yami returned the favor. They brought their lips together, tongues sliding together with an intimate familiarity.
Yami's other hand slid between them, manipulating Yuugi's tip, while picking up the pace. Yuugi followed suit, feeling something wind tighter and tighter deep down.
The kiss became frenzied as they got closer to the edge. With a final stroke, Yuugi was flung headlong into his orgasm, follow closely by Yami.
They separated, and leaned on opposite walls on the stall dazedly. When Yami had recovered sufficiently, he grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned Yuugi and himself up.
Yuugi slowly began doing up his pants. "How am I going to get into class? Hakura-sensei is definitely going to notice my sudden appearance."
"Just say that you were there the whole time. Jou and Ryou will back you up," replied Yami lazily as he stepped out of the stall and took a deep breath. He was feeling slightly claustrophobic from the cramped cubicle.
"Yami!" exclaimed Yuugi, "That's lying! And what if Hakura doesn't believe us, then not only will _I_ be in trouble, so will Jou and Ryou!"
"So then tell him that one of the teachers held you after."
"He'll ask who, then he'll want to see a pass," said Yuugi, now standing in front of a mirror, trying to fluff up his bangs, which were plastered to his forehead. Yuugi eyes suddenly widened. "Jou, I love you!"
"Hey, hey," cried Yami in mock offense. "Want to wait until I can't hear you to start professing your love for other men?"
Yuugi playfully slapped him in the chest. "Jealous? Perhaps we can delve into these deep seated issues after school, I always wanted to be a psychologist." Yami laughed and shook his head. "But right now I have to try to get myself out of detention." Yami rolled his eyes and disappeared into the puzzle.
Yuugi gave one last tug on his hopelessly wrinkled shirt and headed out of the bathroom, careful to avoid any staff members. As he made his way down the hall, he remembered exactly where Jou's locker was. It just happened to be directly across from the doorway of Albatou-sensei's room, the most feared teacher in Domino High, with good reason too.
Yuugi prayed that Albatou wasn't seated at his desk when Yuugi reached Jou's locker. Fortunately the gods smiled upon Yuugi, Albatou was currently occupied with torturing a student who hadn't done they're homework. Yuugi winced in sympathy as he unlocked "the dumpster" as Jou's locker had come to be known as. Yuugi opened it and stared at the mess he had to face. He gulped and shoved his hand in, searching for the small pad. He vaguely wondered if he'd have all his fingers when he took out his hand.
His fingers lighted upon a little notebook and dragged it out. He closed the locker before anything could fall out and slipped away, leaving the vicinity of Albatou-sensei's diatribe as quickly as possible.
Yuugi dug in his pants pocket and pulled out his pen, filling out the form swiftly as he walked. He ripped off the paper and shoved the rest of the pad into his pocket. He opened the door to the library and handed his "not exactly" forged pass to Hakura. Hakura-sensei looked at it and nodded, throwing it out.
Yuugi sighed with relief as he took a seat next Ryou and Jou. They looked up at him in askance. "It looks like you got into a bit of a rumble, Yuugi," commented Ryou, raising his eyebrows at his rumpled appearance.
"Not so much a rumble as a tumble," replied Jou.
"A tumble where?" asked Ryou, confused.
Jou rolled his eyes and Yuugi blushed, "In the hay, maybe," clarified Jou.
"But there is no hay-" Ryou's eye brightened with understanding, and he blushed. "Oh," he said in a small voice.
Jou smiled and shook his head. "So who was the lucky girl, huh, Yuugi?"
"I don't what you're talking about. There was no girl," Yuugi insisted, bowing his head to hide his eyes. This gave Jou a very good look at the hickey on Yuugi's neck.
"Alright, Yuugi. I believe you. There was no girl." Yuugi lifted his head in disbelief. Jou was never one to let things go so easy. Jou smiled evilly as he went in for the kill. "What was his name?" he asked as he stared pointedly at the love bite on Yuugi's neck.
Ryou looked shocked by Jou's question, and glanced over at Yuugi, then to where Jou was staring. "Yuugi, what's that?"
Yuugi's blush crept down his neck, effectively hiding the mark. "Ask you father, Ryou," said Jou.
"Ask him what?" Ryou was hopelessly confused. Jou let out a long suffering sigh, and shook his head, all the while giving Yuugi the "We'll finish this later" look.
Yuugi buried his face in his arms. "Mister Mouto?" Yuugi jerked his head up. "Are you alright?" Yuugi nodded mutely at Hakura, and mentally groaned as his gaze flicked to Yuugi's neck. "Perhaps you would like to go the nurse?" The way he said it, Yuugi knew it wasn't a question. He rose to his feet and walked to the door, turning back to take a look at his friends. Jou was leaning heavily on the table, banging his fist lightly in silent gales of laughter. Ryou just looked even more confused. "Good bye, Mister Mouto!" The door was shut behind him.
"I'm going to _kill_ Jou!" //I thought you loved him.// Yuugi mentally growled. /This is _your_ fault!/ he pouted as he walk down the hall. //We're not starting this again are we?//
"Don't worry, Yuugi," Ryou said. "You used the same method that I did and I knew what I was doing since _I_ studied."
Yuugi blushed at Ryou's allusion to what he had been doing instead. Ryou and Jou had the whole story out of him ten minutes into lunch. Boy, did they work fast. Yuugi also found out what they had been discussing once he left. As far as he could tell Ryou had quite the learning experience.
Yuugi once again stared blankly at the test in front of him. "A four? I got a four?" Yuugi glanced up from his own paper to see poor Ryou staring at his glorious failure. //You should tell him he didn't get the lowest grade in the class, aibou.// Yami said. //How you got a two is beyond-// "Shut up! This _still_ your fault!" Yuugi muttered. me! Review me! PRETTY PLEASE! Reveiw me! You like? You don't? You couldn't care less? Review MEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!