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The Mistakes We Make	By : Taiorami Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3637 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The Mistakes We Make
Notes: Smut smut smut as far as the eye can see. But not to worry, there is a plot eventually� I�m just indulging my pervy little mind first. And this is weird for me, because I prefer seme Otogi but Honda is seme in this�mainly because I think Otogi is so seme. �if that makes any sense to anyone.

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Chapter Three

Mass confusion

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Atemu frowned as he turned the sign in the shop window from open to closed. It wasn�t time to close up really but according to the clock on the wall Yugi had been due home over three hours ago. At first he thought the teen had gone to the arcade and forgot to call but now, when he reached out through their link all he got was a kind of hazy static.
Safe to say he was worried.
So he did the first thing that came to mind and called Katsuya�s house. The phone rang a few times then went to the machine, but he didn�t bother to leave a message. Next was Ryou�s house. It rang three times and then there was a soft click.
�Hello?� It was Ryou but he sounded distant and breathless. Atemu blushed as he recalled the last time he had called and gotten this sort of answer he�d been interrupting something that the Tomb Robber had been happy to yell at him about for a week. �Hello?� Confusion colored Ryou�s voice now. Atemu cleared his throat anxiously.
�Ryou have you seen Yugi? He isn�t home and I am concerned.�
�Yugi�� Ryou murmured softly. Atemu could almost see his nose wrinkling as he thought. �Yeah. Kaiba�s.�
He was struck silent for a beat. �Yugi�s at Kaiba�s?� And hadn�t called to let him know? That was so�unlike him. �Why?�
�Gas, sick, observation.� Ryou sounded more and more distracted with each word he spoke. �Hospital.�
�Yugi was in the hospital?� Atemu felt panic starting to well up in his chest. �Is he sick?� If he was sick what the hell was he doing at Kaiba�s? Modern medicine might have stumped him a little bit, but he knew better than to think something serious enough to call for a hospital could be solved at Kaiba�s mansion.
�Yes. Kind of.� If Atemu had to guess he�d hazard one and say that Ryou wasn�t really too sure about what he was saying. And, more than that, he sounded a little under the weather himself. �Have to go. Bye.�
And with that he was gone, leaving Atemu with only the dial tone to contemplate. What in the hell had just happened? He stared at the phone for a moment longer and then hung it up. He slide on his shoes quickly, resolving to go to the Kaiba mansion and find out exactly what was going on with his light.
The not-quite conversation with Ryou had him more than a little disturbed.
He paused for a moment, considering his options. He could walk, take the train, take the bus, or take Yugi�s grandfather�s car, the last option undoubtedly being the quickest� He wasn�t supposed to drive the car without Yugi around to supervise though. Something about him being too easily mystified and distracted�
But surely he could take it just this once. Mouto-san would understand.
�or maybe he would never have to know. Atemu decided he liked that option best of all and grabbed the keys from the ring behind the counter. He walked to the door and started to reach out to open it, determined to find his light and find out what in the hell was going on. All of this talk about hospitals and Yugi being with Kaiba kind of worried him.
Mostly because he could see the way Kaiba looked at his light and he found that he didn�t like it at all. There was lust in Kaiba�s eyes�though, to be fair, that wasn�t what bothered him. He�d be the first to admit that Yugi warranted more than a passing glance and he couldn�t blame someone for looking at him. And it wasn�t that he was afraid of losing his light, exactly.
It was the self-loathing that went along with Kaiba�s lust. You could see it in his eyes; every time he dared to sneak a peek at Yugi he was kicking himself on the inside. He hated the way he felt and the way Yugi made him feel and, while Atemu wasn�t exactly an expert in modern psychology, he knew that wasn�t a healthy attitude to have.
This man was so much different from the man that Atemu had taken to his bed in Egypt.
The priest had been more than just the High Priest, he�d been his best friend for years, the only real companion he was afforded growing up, his confidant and sounding board, the voice of reason when things went out of control, and Atemu hadn�t been able to help but fall in love with him. It was ironic in a way that when he�d been pharaoh he�d been nervous about being so close to the other man, had even hated the way he felt around him at times�
Now the situation was reversed�after a fashion.
And then almost fell over as a rush of�pure pleasure crashed into his system. Hard. He stumbled then put out a hand to catch himself on the edge of the counter. He gasped, feeling as if he was drowning in the sensation. It waned for a moment, letting him catch his stolen breath, before hitting him again. And this time he did fall, to his hands and knees. His fingers scrambled over the smooth linoleum, fighting for purchase.
The feeling was a familiar one but it took a few seconds to place. And then it hit him and the pain that came along with it was enough to quash the pleasure as if it�d never existed.
Yugi was with someone. As in with.

He wouldn�t normally do anything like this, liking to respect his light�s privacy, but he reached out through their mind link and opened up his mind to whatever it was Yugi was seeing.
For a moment he was just seeing a tan wall and was confused. Then the �wall� moved and was revealed to be a finely toned chest. Yugi�s eyes traveled over his lover and eventually focused on the face. Atemu wasn�t sure if he was surprised or not at the heavily glazed sapphire eyes that were looking down into those of his lover.
The feeling of being filled echoed through the connection, along with happiness and�completeness. Yugi felt as if this was right and Atemu couldn�t deny that it seemed right to his eyes.
After all if he�d had Seth in the past, it made sense that Yugi would have Seto in the present.
Sometimes Atemu felt as if he didn�t quite belong in this time and place, and that perhaps he should have just stayed in the Land of the Dead when he�d been offered the chance at eternity�
But never had he felt it quite as deeply as he did in that moment. He shut the connection and bowed his head, gasping for breath he hadn�t realized he was depriving himself. It hurt more than anything he�d ever felt before.
He couldn�t believe Yugi had betrayed him like this.

You aren�t going to leave it like this are you? A voice whispered in the back of his mind. Are you going to sit here and cry or are you going to fight for your light. HE is your other half, not Seto�s.

Atemu put a hand over his eyes. Should he fight?
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Honda knew there was something very wrong when he realized that Otogi was rubbing against him almost�frantically on the back of his bike. He wasn�t sure what to think about it really. Otogi was attractive, no doubting that, and between him and the bike Honda was probably harder than he could ever remember being, but didn�t think getting involved with a friend was a good idea.
Then, about a block from the green-eyed teens house Otogi suddenly became aware of Honda�s most sensitive points: His ears, his neck, and chest. Long fingers danced their way under his shirt while a skilled tongue traced the shell of his ear.
He couldn�t help but swerve a little on his bike and swallowed hard. �O-Otogi. You�re going to get us killed if you don�t stop that.�
�Can�t stop.� Otogi�s voice was little more than a breathy moan. �So hot.�
Honda flushed. �Uh. Thanks.�
Otogi was silent for a moment and, other than wandering hands, was �good�. Honda shut off his bike and put the kickstand down in the driveway of Otogi�s condo. He expected the green-eyed teen to slide off and walk into his house while calling over his shoulder for him to come in if he had the time, as he�d done every other time Honda had given him a ride home.
It didn�t happen. Otogi shifted away for an instant then was against his back again, arms tight around his waist and that breathy voice again. That combined with Otogi�s breath, warm and teasing, seemed to go straight to his prick.
�You want to come inside?� His mouth drifted away and ended up on his neck where he left a trail of sucking kisses and, most likely, light hickeys as evidence. Then Otogi all but curled around him, twisting his body until they were facing each other and kissed him.
It wasn�t Honda�s first kiss or anything but he couldn�t help but feel that it was the first kiss that actually meant anything. Or really felt like anything for that matter. He had the feeling that Otogi was very skilled in this particular area because when the older teen�s lips left his he was panting for breath and feeling more than a little hot all over.
�Honda.� Emerald green eyes were boring into his own. �Inside?�
�I�uh�� His brain had shut down abruptly. He wanted to say yes, because he meant Yes, but he had forgotten how to actually get the word out and had to settle for utterly useless stuttering. Man Otogi was really good.
He pouted and finished moving his body so that he was wedged between Honda and the handlebars. It had to be uncomfortable but all Honda could think was, now that Otogi�s body was pressed flush against his own and he feel his friend�s erection, that this was really hot.
And that he wouldn�t be able to look at his bike the same ever again.
Lips found his own again but this time it was open mouth and it was a little wet and clumsy and completely awkward but nonetheless enjoyable. Otogi�s hands busied themselves with pushing his leather jacket off of his shoulders and letting it drop onto the ground, before running down his chest and under his shirt again.
He bit his lip as fingers danced over his skin, rubbing and petting, and wondered if he should be doing something more than just sitting there.
�Otogi.� Honda�s voice was something like a whimper and for a moment he couldn�t even believe it was his. Then he wondered if the other teen had even heard him, since he had muttered into Otogi�s mouth, but when his friend pulled away and began to pluck at the buttons of his shirt impatiently he figured this was as good an opening as any. �I don�t think we should�on the bike.�
Otogi blinked then, with a smile that bordered of impish rolled his hips in a way that made Honda�s brain short circuit worse than before.
�Want you now.� Otogi punctuated each word with a kiss and the popping off a button. The small plastic circles landed next to his jacket with a small tinkling noise. �Need to touch you.� His shirt hit the ground and suddenly Honda very much exposed to anyone who happened to walk by Otogi�s place.
On the upside it was a very private neighborhood and the driveway was long and shaded with trees and they were at the top and�
Honda figured that was really all the license they needed. Having convinced himself that this wasn�t a terrible idea he wound his arms around Otogi�s waist and lifted the teen up. This too was awkward but he managed to get them off of the bike. Otogi�s legs wrapped around his waist and arms went around his neck. This new position proved to be useful for the green-eyed teen as Otogi ground against him and Honda pretty much lost all sense of balance.
Thankfully they fell into the grass lining the driveway and not the rose bush a few paces away. That would have been painful. Not that landing in the grass wasn�t, but he quickly forgot about it as Otogi�s hands started pulling at his pants. Otogi�s hand, which was soft and painfully hot wrapped around his length, stoking and pulling, while his other hand pushed his pants down.
Never one to make things harder than they had to be and Christ this wasn�t the time for lame jokes Honda brought his hips up to make it easier. His pants and boxers joined his other clothes on the ground and before he could so much as breathe Otogi�s mouth was on him and he couldn�t even draw in the breath he�d meant to take.
Otogi�s mouth was warm and wet and he was apparently very skilled at this sort of thing because his tongue was wickedly talented, curling around his length as his head bobbed up and down. He thrust up into Otogi�s mouth, mind slipping away from him. He heard the other teen gag and he knew somewhere in his mind that he really should have cared that he wash apparently choking him� But he didn�t.
The only thing he knew was that he wanted more, more of Otogi, and that he was going to have it. He reached down, grabbing a fistful of the green-eyed teens hair and a soft whimper came from his friend as he pulled him up until they were eye to eye. He flipped them over so the slighter teen was beneath him and started to tug off his pants. He ended up tearing them from button to crotch before being able to cast them aside.
He crushed his lips to Otogi�s already kiss swollen ones and their tongues touched, moving over each other, while lips nipped. Otogi put a hand on the small of his back and shifted a little before his legs once again were around his waist.
Frantic green eyes met his own and he put a hand on his friend�s hips, holding him in place, then pushed into him. He was met with resistance and a muffled curse, but he couldn�t say from whose lips it tumbled. Didn�t really matter because soon he was inside and ohshititfelttoogoodtobetrue. The feeling was on the edge of pleasure and pain and he was almost afraid to move least he tumble off.
Otogi�s back arched and the hand on his back curled into a fist, nails scratching lines in his flesh. He let out a hiss as the sharp pain, though it quickly dulled to join the feeling of being inside Otogi.
�Move.� Otogi gasped out before biting down on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Honda did as he was told, not sure why he hadn�t done that in the first place anyway. He pulled back until he was almost out and then pushed back in, drawing a strangled moan from Otogi. A few more thrusts and Otogi was raising his hips to match his movements while fingers moved over his back, which was now slick with sweat.
Otogi�s shirt was rubbing against his chest and a little below it the green-eyed teens cock moved over is stomach, trails of wet stickiness left in its wake. He reached down and fisted it. Otogi shivered at the contact then let out a soft cry as he began to move his hand in time to his thrusts.
For a few moments, as the pleasure grew and plunged him into a foggy sort of haze, all there was was Otogi. Everything else was lost, from the sounds of cars on the main road to birds chirping� It all faded into meaningless white noise and the only important thing was the harsh breathing in his ear and the quite pleas for him to go faster, harder, more, now, god please.

Warm fluid flooded his hand as Otogi arched up, eyes shut in a tight grimace while fingers dug into his back. He gasped, the feeling of Otogi shivering and tightening around his cock sending him into oblivion. The world grayed around the edges as he came and then everything was black.
The next moment he was blinking into green eyes and his mind was surprisingly�clear.
Holy shit. Had they really just
�I think I�m bleeding. Haven�t had that happen since my first time.� Otogi�s voice was a very careful deadpan. Honda made a small noise of alarm and made as if to jump up but a hand slightly smaller than his own gripped his arm. �Don�t even think it unless you want me to punch you, okay? You�ll only make it worse.�
He nodded meekly. �Okay.�
�Good. Now get up slowly.� Honda nodded again and, putting his hands on either side of Otogi, pushed himself up and out of his friend�s body, feeling a pang of guilt at the way the raven-haired teen winced. Former friend�s? Boyfriend�s?
He had no idea what was going on. One minute it seemed like the best idea in the world and the next he has no idea how that could have seemed even kind of sane. Otogi got up, rising to his feet shakily. Then, much to Honda�s increasing confusion, smiled while raking a hand through his hair. His ponytail was more out than in and his headband seemed to be missing in action.
�That was fun. But next time we go inside. Condoms and lube make things better.�
Honda�s mind shorted out again. �Better?� It had been pretty damn good to begin with.
Otogi laughed and smiled almost mockingly. �Virgins. Grab our clothes and come inside. I�ll show you. Though,� He winced again. �I think you�ll have to bottom this time. Ugh. What the hell was I thinking? I won�t be able to sit right for a week.�
That said he turned and padded off into his house as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Honda just blinked after him. Come inside? On the bottom?
He looked at his clothes. Even now his cock stirred and a suspicious heat was starting to trickle through his body. He really didn�t think he could say no, even if he hadn�t been a little curious as to what Otogi knew and was willing to share.
He gathered up their clothes and jogged inside.
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A bit shorter, but I was slacking off and wanted to get out it before I forgot.
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