Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Yu-Gi-Oh! drabble ❯ no title: Jounouchi/Yuugi (fetish, squick) ( One-Shot )

Why yes, it's another round of that rousing game, "I suffer, you suffer".

I had to stop what I was doing to write this one -- had to get it out of my system. It's yaoi (Jounouchi/Yuugi) and NC-17. And a bit too long to be drabble, but I won't tell if you won't.

...

"Let me do it."

"No."

"Please."

"No."

Jounouchi pulled Yuugi closer against him as they lay, snuggled on the boy's tiny twin bed. He gave Yuugi his best puppy-eyed look.

"No." Yuugi was still firm in his reply, but faltering.

Jounouchi kissed Yuugi full on the lips before kissing a slow, languorous path to the other boy's left ear. Once there, he nibbled on it (knowing full well that Yuugi loved that) and whispered into it. This time, it was a soft, tender "please" that fell from his lips. Meeting Yuugi's eyes again with the same pleading stare, he knew that he had snared him.

Yuugi leaned forward to nuzzle his face against Jounouchi's. "You know I can't resist you when you do that."

Pulling Yuugi close against his chest in a tight embrace (and with his face concealed from Yuugi's eyes), Jounouchi thought, I know.

...

He attempted to calm his nervous (but excited) shaking by taking his time in setting up his items: two bowls of warm water and a couple of washcloths. And from his book bag: a razor. And shaving gel.

Yuugi (who had already been stripped of his pants and lay half naked on the bed) had chosen that particular moment to sit up. His eyes widened at the site of the razor, but he laid down again, ready to uphold his promise of going through with this. Regardless, when he heard the gel spray and expand into foam from the can, he shut his eyes slowly in something akin to horror.

He braved a peek out of one eye when he felt the bed dip with Jounouchi's weight. He saw Jounouchi (with that dab of the foam in his hand) regarding him with an indecipherable look in his eyes. Well, not so much at him per se, but at his cock, nestled among the dark curls that he had finally been negotiated out of. Yuugi groaned inwardly in despair, but couldn't deny, under the blond's close scrutiny, that his (now rapidly filling) cock was unaffected by the attention.

A whimper escaped his lips when Jounouchi touched him, guiding his arousal out of the way so that he could smooth the foamy gel over the dark hairs around it. But Jounouchi hadn't said a word. He worked slowly, as if in a trance, and Yuugi wondered to himself if he was going to make it through this.

Jounouchi nodded to himself when he decided that he had spread a sufficient amount of the shaving foam over the hairs. He took time to wipe his hands clean before he picked up his razor. And Yuugi, having the razor again in his sights, went decidedly limp.

Again, Jounouchi took no notice. Gently manipulating Yuugi's cock away from the blade, he began to shave him bare.

After the first couple of tentative strokes over Yuugi's skin, Jounouchi grew more comfortable with handling the razor, his movements always careful and deliberate. The room was swathed in deadening silence, but for the sound of either the razor scraping over Yuugi's skin or being rinsed in one of the bowls of water. That and the sound of Yuugi's heavy, ragged breathing.

It wasn't long before Jounouchi had cleared the surface of hair, but he wasn't through quite yet. Guiding Yuugi to bend his legs at the knees, he moved them up and apart, granting himself better access to the tiny bristles on the smaller boy's testicles.

This time, Yuugi's body tensed violently when he felt the cold, wet razor against him. He squeezed his eyes shut. Jounouchi pulled away and blinked, shaking off the trance. Dipping forward, he stroked Yuugi's face, willing him to opening his eyes. When Yuugi complied, he smiled softly and spoke for the first time since they began.

"I need you to be still for me."

Settling himself again between Yuugi's legs, he gently caressed the boy's balls, lightly stretching the soft skin there before sweeping his razor across it. It took him longer to shave there; he had no desire to accidentally spook the boy and have him shift underneath him.

Yuugi kept up his end of the bargain and remained as still and stiff as a statue. His mind filled with thoughts of The Persian Boy and the world's last castrati singer before he realized that Jounouchi was done. Looking over, he saw that the other boy was soaking a washcloth into the clean bowl of water.

Jounouchi wrung the cloth free of excess moisture and moved the cloth over Yuugi's now hairless skin, cleaning any remaining bits of shaving gel. The sensation of the cloth sweeping over his body was overpowering for Yuugi; the freshly shaved skin was highly sensitive. He found himself reacting again, this time under Jounouchi's touch.

Throwing the washcloth aside, Jounouchi admired his handiwork. He experimentally dragged his fingers over the bare, hairless skin and watched as Yuugi drew a sharp intake of breath, the air hissing through his teeth. His arousal had returned full-force and he was the one now begging Jounouchi with soft, ragged pleas.

Jounouchi bent forward in response, kissing the soft skin around Yuugi's cock. And as he continued to shower the region with soft nips, licks and kisses, his hand crept upwards and began to stroke Yuugi's arousal.

Yuugi writhed under the touch and fisted his own hands into the sheets. His pleasure voiced itself in loud, broken moans as Jounouchi continued to stroke him and take advantage of the sensitive skin.

It was the moment when Jounouchi decided to move a bit lower, his hot tongue taking soft swipes over the other boy's balls, that Yuugi knew that he couldn't hold back any longer. He came, in hot pulses, over himself and Jounouchi's hand.

...

With the damp cloth, Jounouchi cleaned the evidence of Yuugi's climax away and began to clear the items on the floor by the bed. However, as he began to collect the items, Yuugi's hand came to rest on his arm. Glancing up at him, Jounouchi was taken aback by the look in the other boy's eyes. He looked a bit ... well, intimidating. Or as intimidating as someone without pants on could be.

The Millennium puzzle glinted on the nightstand, and Yuugi's eyes narrowed conspiratorially.

"Your turn."

...

Auntie!Mae's bedtime story will be about the little back story that spawned this. It started with a conversation on AIM the other night …

Me: Somebody posted on the board and made me wonder what Yuugi's pubic hair would look like.

Nalan: I saw.

Nalan: ::has bizarre mental images::

Me: I wonder if it'd just be black and fuchsia tipped.

and later ...

Me: It'd be horrible if his pubes had blond bangs

Nalan: That's what we just said...

Me: lol

Nalan: Do you think if it were as pointy as the stuff on his head that it would be PAINFUL?

Me: Now I've got thoughts of him fidgeting in the middle of class.

Nalan: ::thinks he shaves::

Me: Ew. Now I've got thoughts of him shaving his balls.

Nalan: YOU started it.

Me: *thinks* I have a feeling that's going to make it into my fics somewhere down the line.