Adult-FanFiction.org : Yu-Gi-OH

Shame	By : yllimilly Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3523 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The authors do not own Yugioh. This was written for fun, not for profit.

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
- 4
AN Thank you for your review, Noonespecial! I hope you’ll like the chapters to come :) - Milly

Shame

a YuGiOh! fanfic by Jonouchi Katsuya and yllimilly

Yugi/Jonouchi, Anzu/Yugi

Chapter Three

.

There was no need to tell grandpa about the visit, because Jonouchi was not going to stay over.

Augh.

That wasn’t Jonouchi’s first sleepover. Far from it. Jonouchi was always ready to crash at Yugi’s place, and Yugi was always ready to have him over. It wasn’t even clear who did the inviting anymore; it felt natural, mutual. Heck, they’d always shared a bed, and it hadn’t been a problem until now. There had never been any kind of awkwardness in it.

In fact, when Yugi did think about it, yesterday was a first of sorts. First time Jonouchi slept over since he and Anzu had started dating. First time Yugi had become so horny from Jonouchi’s presence that release was needed.

Their first sleepovers had started taking place not too long after he and Jonouchi became friends - and that coincided with the onset of Yugi’s puberty. (He’d been a late bloomer.) And so, whenever Jonouchi had slept next to him, he’d attributed his timid erections to just that. Puberty. The natural order of things. He’d convinced himself that his body was reacting just because of the presence of a warm body next to his. After all, Yugi would get the same reaction from looking at Anzu’s breasts; he had concluded that he was simply in a period of transition, like they said in his sexual education classes. Plus, with time, Yugi was less and less affected by Jonouchi’s sleeping in his bed. So any theory of attraction had been thankfully ruled out.

But yesterday, they’d been talking about handjobs and kisses, and some wires had crossed in Yugi’s brain, and he’d become painfully aroused even before Jonouchi unexpectedly started kissing him. It had been his first kiss, and not only it had been just as good as he’d imagined - it had been... special...

He hadn’t expected Jonouchi to be so gentle. He knew Jonouchi was a good person, but he’d never shown such sweetness to Yugi before. Or to anyone, as far as he knew.

Jonouchi hadn’t ever acted this way before. He’d done far greater things for Yugi than give him a kiss. Jonouchi had beaten up people and been beaten up by people for Yugi. And Yugi would never have found out if it weren’t for Tristan who could never keep his mouth shut. Yet whenever Jonouchi showed up at school the next day with a cut lip, he’d call Yugi a twat for eating fat free yogurt and ruin his hairdo by ruffling a calloused hand in his hair.

Shaking himself from these thoughts, Yugi searched his room for Jonouchi’s keys. First he got on the bed, a location he knew the absent-minded blond had been in. From there, Yugi lifted up part of the draping sheet to see if he could glimpse a metallic glimmer. He thought he saw one, but it turned out to only be an old Duel Monsters booster pack wrapper that he had neglected to throw away. When he couldn’t take the blood rushing to his head any longer, he pulled back up. The keys weren’t there.

Yugi stood up and took a few steps to his dresser.

The boxers he’d set aside for Jonouchi were still there, perfectly folded, apparently untouched. Yugi hadn’t thought of checking whether Jonouchi had put them on or not. He would’ve all but forgotten about them and so would Jonouchi have. The boxers would’ve become a part of Jonouchi’s wardrobe. But Yugi would’ve noticed Jou’s boxers in the laundry basket. Grandpa surely would have. Yugi felt his ears redden at the thought.

His fingers, as if moved by a will of their own, were brushing on the soft fabric. He closed his eyes, remembering how their shafts had brushed against one another yesterday, and the shiver that ensued.

Yugi was dying to know whether Jonouchi had felt the same.

The same... warmth in his loins.

He sat down on the bed, swallowed, then unzipped his pants. He was already hard. Yugi’s eyes flickered around the room and stopped on the door. Furtively, he dashed to the door and closed it, then locked it, relieved that his grandpa hadn’t seen him in the process of undressing himself.

When he came back to the bed he undid the sheets and dove in them, sinking his head in the pillow where Jonouchi’s head had rested for the night. He could breathe in the distinct scent of his nape, of his skin. Yugi simply lay on his belly, content and aroused. He didn’t even realize he’d begun to hump the mattress in slow, rhythmic motions. He closed his eyes again and imagined himself on top of Jonouchi, kissing him. His hips kept grinding at the bed; his fists were balled in the comforter. Yugi felt hot and flushed. The pillow smelled of Jonouchi’s hair.

And then the phone rang.

Yugi hurriedly buttoned his pants, hoping grandpa wouldn’t notice that his fly was open, and he frantically unlocked the door before rushing out of his room to grab the phone in time. Grandpa never got the phone in time, and his mom was far too busy to be answering the phone. When he reached it on its third ring, he didn’t even look at the caller ID before answering it.

“Hey Yugi!”

It was Anzu.

“Hey, Anzu. How are you?” Yugi asked, injecting just the necessary amount of cheer into his voice.

“Well, I was wondering if you and I could... if you and I could... have some time alone for some- to do some homework.”

Yugi blushed. “Well, Jonouchi is going to stop by to get his keys, but I think I’m free. Just-” Yugi looked at the calendar, “I don’t seem to have anything on the calendar that we’re supposed to be doing, so I think it is going to be alright. If you come over I mean.” He was blabbering. Gosh he was so nervous. He hoped Anzu didn’t suspect anything.

“I’ll be there at seven?” Anzu asked flirtatiously.

“Umm, sure.” Yugi didn’t know what else to say.

“‘Bye, Yugi.”

“‘Bye.”

As Yugi hung up the phone, he saw Jonouchi’s keys on the counter. He wondered how he hadn’t seen them the first time when he was talking to Jonouchi on the phone. Or why Jonouchi had forgotten them in the first place. Maybe Grandpa found them elsewhere and placed them there, meaning to tell or ask Yugi about it at some point.

He trotted to the living room and sat next to his grandpa on the edge of the new leather couch.

“Jonouchi’s coming over to pick up his keys.”

His grandpa muted the TV set.

“Oh! So those were his. Did you find them? I put them on the counter. They were on the bathroom floor.”

Yugi nodded.

“And Anzu’s coming over at seven.” Then: “We’re going to do homework.”

Grandpa flashed him a grin he didn’t like. “Homework, eh?”

Yugi was cowed. He bit his lip.

“Yes. Is it okay?”

Another creepy grin. Well, creepy by Yugi’s standards.

“So... how long have you been courting her?”

“It’s not courting. We’re dating. She’s my girlfriend.”

“You know what I mean,” Sugoroku patted his grandson’s knee patronizingly. “What you want to do, while you’re ‘multiplying’, is make sure you’re doing something to prevent the multiplication.”

Yugi blinked. “I don’t understand.”

Grandpa bellowed, “Oh, Yugi! All boys have the same thing on their mind. The difference is that a real man knows what he’s doing.”

Yugi blinked again.

“Never put your stinger inside your bird without first protecting her. As I always say, ‘rain jackets protect from the rain, and should be made of the right materials to keep it all out’. This is the one case where you wouldn’t want the soufflé to rise, and ummm... Well this is making me hungry now.”

“All right, Grandpa,” Yugi said, discomfort ringing in his voice.

The doorbell rang. Yugi was only happy to oblige himself out of the awkward conversation. He trundled down the stairs and opened up. It was Jonouchi.

“H-hi,” Yugi said, out of breath; or, perhaps, out of calm.

Jonouchi looked at his feet. “Hey.”

Yugi’s brain forgot what to say. “So...”

“So yeah, I guess I forgot my keys. Um... And...”

“Oh, yeah, Grandpa found them.”

“Ok.” Jonouchi’s eyes lifted up, traveling up on Yugi’s legs, then stopping at his mid waist - his eyebrows raised.

Yugi looked down, saw the shape of his own erection through his pants. He quickly zipped them up.

“Oops,” he said meekly.

Jonouchi didn’t react, merely looked away.

So they both stood, waiting, standing awkwardly at the narrow door’s threshold.

“So... Can I come in?”

“Oh! Yes. Yes. Sure. Uh, come on in.” Yugi was blabbering on again. He wanted to slap his forehead. Since when had being around his best friend, the one person he was truly comfortable with, felt so positively nerve-wracking?

Yugi found himself wondering whether or not Jonouchi was staring at his ass as they walked up the stairs. He became self-conscious, and jogged up until he reached the door. He looked down to see Jonouchi slowly climbing up, pointedly looking at his feet. Yugi took a deep breath to calm himself down.

Relax, it’s just Jonouchi.

Just Jonouchi?

No, the broken best friend who was coming into his home sadly wasn’t ‘just Jonouchi’ anymore.

Yugi grabbed the keyring on the counter and handed it to Jonouchi, who wordlessly put it in his pockets.

Jonouchi still stood there, shifting his weight.

“So, um, what’s up.”

“Nothing. I mean, we saw each other at school today. Nothing’s happened since then.”

Yugi instantly regretted the slight snark in his voice. Jonouchi was evidently as nervous as he was.

Gah! Why couldn’t they... just... talk to one another? Yugi turned on his heel and headed for his bedroom, knowing Jonouchi would follow him.

And follow him he did.

Yugi looked at Jonouchi before they were to enter his room.

Jonouchi was looking away, and was not his usual self at all. There wasn’t much that could help that. This whole thing was weird, and last night was not the norm at all. How was he to expect Jonouchi to just act normal when they were no longer that? It was like cheating on Anzu... with Jonouchi, of all people.

“Yug’, I don’t think... it’s the best idea.”

Yugi just stared at Jonouchi, gaping a little, his mouth dry.

“I got my keys... so I can get into my apartment now.”

Jonouchi looked away, then turned to leave.

“Wait! Um, Jonouchi...” Yugi wasn’t actually sure what he wanted to tell Jonouchi so badly. Maybe he just wanted him to stay a little longer. “You should hang out with me tomorrow. Not at my house but... I dunno,” He swallowed, scratched an itch on his elbow, “Wanna go grab a bite tomorrow after school? You know, just to have some... some guy time?”

Jonouchi turned back and seemed to consider the idea for a moment.

His eyes flickered to Yugi, to the living room, to Yugi again, to Yugi’s feet and waist and face... The silence was thickening in the room.

“Anzu’s coming over in twenty minutes.”

Jonouchi’s features darkened a little. “Having some girl time of your own,” he noted.

“...Yeah, I guess.”

Jonouchi started jingling his keys inside his pocket. “Thanks for letting me stay over.”

Yugi put his hands in his pockets. “Um, yeah.”

Don’t just say that! Tell him you liked it, too! Ask him about… Ask him if...

“So I guess I’ll go then. Don’t want to get in your way,” Jonouchi stated evenly.

Yugi’s face fell, but Jonouchi was already out the door.

.

Yugi sat on the dining room chair and put his hand over his forehead to check if he was sick or something.

Nope, normal temperatures for this guy.

He had no excuse for the way he was looking at his friend. How could he do this to Anzu? He loved her. Everything about this situation was crushing and overwhelming. He felt as if his insides were all acting independently. Duality in his heart; it was so confusing.

“Yugi?”

Yugi lifted his head.

“Yugi? Can I come up?”

He heard Anzu from downstairs in the game shop. He ran to the door and stood on top of the stairwell. “Come on up, Anzu. I prepared some snacks for our study session.”

Anzu laughed. “You’re the sweetest boyfriend.” She ran up the stairs and hugged Yugi.

Yugi felt a pang of guilt echo in the hollows of his stomach. “Uhhh- You too, Anzu.”

Anzu pulled away and looked at Yugi with a smile. “So, I’m a boyfriend, eh?”

“You know that’s not what I meant!” Yugi blushed.

“Tee-hee. I know that, silly. When did you get so serious?” She kissed him on the nose, which startled Yugi a little. They walked into his bedroom room and sat down - he on the bed and she in the chair, as usual.

Yugi started to pull out books from his backpack.

“So, we’re going to do our homework,” Yugi said awkwardly, “I’m actually mostly done already. If you want to double-check what I already have, that would be great.”

Anzu stopped what she was doing. She played with her ring, twisting it around her finger like it was a screw. Then she willed her hands apart, dangling at her sides, and took a deep breath. Then another. Then... she looked at Yugi in the eye.

“I wasn’t going to say anything... but, I think I should just come out and say it.”

Yugi felt panicked. Did she know about-

“Yugi, I tried to hint it on the phone but... I really want to have more than just sitting in the same room as you. I love you and if you aren’t ready to do that kind of thing I understand, but...I guess what I am really trying to say is, I really want you to kiss me.” Anzu spoke so quickly and frantically that it was dizzying. Her strange kind of resolve was off-putting.

Yugi swallowed. “What... Here?”

He saw Anzu’s eyes dart briefly to his pants, and so did he - gosh, his fly was still open - and then back to Anzu’s eyes, which were everywhere else. She was gripping the seat of the chair with both of her hands. Yugi’s remanent erection wasn’t lost on either of them, and the way her breasts were squeezed between her straightened arms, visible from under her cardigan, didn’t help. Yugi couldn’t look anywhere else but at her chest.

“Yes... here,” she replied, and before Yugi could say anything she was sitting next to him on the edge of the mattress, looking at him like she was expecting him to do or say something crucial, and Yugi had no idea what it was. He returned her pleading gaze.

“Okay,” he murmured. He gave her one last look in the eye, before it would be too late (for what, exactly?) and ran his upper teeth on his lower lip to wet it a little, taking in the close sight of Anzu’s dimmed winter freckles. Then their faces were an inch apart, tilted; their lips touched, effortlessly, embedded in one another, Yugi delicately capturing Anzu’s lovely, curvy upper lip between his own. She closed his eyes, and Yugi felt the soft brushing of her eyelashes against his own, and then he closed his eyes, too. He could feel her nose pressing into his cheek, and his into hers.

Yugi opened his lips tentatively and let out a little yelp that morphed into a moan when he felt Anzu’s arms reach out for his nape, encircling his neck. His bare shoulders felt cold at the touch of her soft forearms, and maybe because he was curious, Yugi returned the gesture but went for her waist - the sliver of an opening appeared between Anzu’s teeth and a timid tongue darted out.

It didn’t taste like anything; actually, the act of kissing in itself was odder than Yugi had imagined, but when Anzu drew him closer and her soft breasts squeezed gently against his chest, a decisive flux of blood rushed to his groin, and his left hand moved to cup the side of her breast before he knew what he was doing. Anzu backed in surprise, retreating from the kiss, but leaving her arms where they were.

“Yugi...!”

“I’m sorry,” he apologized immediately, dropping the guilty hand at her side, close to her hip. Their eyes were open but not quite meeting.

Anzu frowned a little and shook her head. “No, no, it’s okay,” she tried. “I was only surprised is all, I don’t mind,” she said without too much conviction, but Yugi’s pants felt tighter upon sensing the vulnerability in her voice and - Yugi couldn’t understand it himself - he wanted to press on. He resumed the kiss and Anzu opened wider this time as if to eat him of something and their noses bumped and tongues missed their aim and soon they were wet and rough around the lips, making almost comical efforts not to moan or exhale too loudly in fear that the great-patriarch in the living room might hear them. Anzu’s fingers began massaging Yugi’s scalp tentatively, and he froze for a second before placing his idle hand on the gentle curve of her backside, where it fit perfectly. Anzu drew a sharp breath but didn’t move or protest, giving Yugi’s teeth and gums another enthusiastic lap.

“Let’s lie down,” Anzu pulled away to suggest without warning, and when Yugi opened his eyes again he saw that she was red around the lips, where his teeth and tongue had wandered (by accident or not). He himself felt sticky all over.

“Lie down?” The memory of Jonouchi’s sleepover, and his own attempt at reenacting it, came back to Yugi’s mind. They couldn’t possibly lie where... where he and Jonouchi had...

“Yugi, don’t worry,” she assured him, framing his face with her hands. “I want this.”

She’d mistaken his reluctance for a kind of concern Yugi wished he had. His hands began rubbing Anzu’s forearms up and down, slowly, absent-mindedly.

“It’s...I don’t know, we don’t have to hurry, Anzu...”

“... I only meant to make out lying down, so that we’d be more comfortable, not...” She couldn’t help but glance at his pants again, and this time when her gaze met Yugi’s again it felt more honest.

“Okay.”

They fell back on the bed, him on Anzu, first, then by her side, and the kiss resumed slowly. His lips first glided against hers, then drew back, then Yugi just looked at her for a moment, trying to assess the... what was going on.

He couldn’t help but think that her head was lying in that same spot his own had when Jonouchi and him were talking yesterday, about handjobs and dating and girls in general, and he wasn’t sure whether he felt more guilty about letting Anzu soil the memory - if that made any sense - or about thinking about Jonouchi in the first place while he was spending some actual quality time with his girlfriend... for the first time.

The bulge in his pants had toned down considerably.

“... You don’t like it? I’m probably a bad kisser,” Anzu said apologetically.

“N-no, no, it’s not that.”

Heck, Yugi probably wasn’t a great kisser, either.

“Then what is it?” Anzu asked needily.

“I’m just thinking,” Yugi paused to look around the room, “I never thought you and I would be doing this one day.”

“Hm,” Anzu acquiesced, but what exactly, Yugi had no clue.

“I’m really glad you’re my girlfriend,” he said evenly, lacking that crucial conviction that was a sure sign of true love. “You’re a good kisser,” he lied. Well, it wasn’t a lie. He didn’t know whether she was a good kisser or not, he just hadn’t been able to immerse himself in the moment enough to find out. He glanced at the pillow again, and as if to hide his motives for doing so he teased a brown bang of hair that had slipped on her forehead, and secured it behind her ear.

She smiled, and this time Yugi firmly disliked the relief he saw on her features.

“Maybe we could stop here for today,” he suggested.

But a hand on his hip thought otherwise. A second later, Anzu’s lips were on his again.

Yugi turned and fumbled, struggling not to break the kiss Anzu was directing, until he had to break the kiss, hitch himself up on his elbows, then placing his right forearm on her chest, his hand loosely fisted somewhere between her breasts.

This was exactly how Jonouchi was when he delved into the kiss yesterday, and now Yugi both wished for Anzu to take his hand and that he’d done the same yesterday - but maybe Jonouchi would have freaked out-

“Yugi.”

“Hm?”

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe we should stop here for today.” Her breath was shallow, her chest heaving in small increments.

“Okay.”

In the living room, the faint sound of a car engine roared, signaling the beginning of a commercial break during which Grandpa would stand up and replenish his tea cup or something.

Yugi drew back and sat up, crossing his legs, watching Anzu as she did the same, adjusting her cardigan so that it didn’t make those awkward ripples on her chest, then giving her lips a timid wipe with the back of her hand.

They both broke into a brief bout of nervous laughter, and hearing the distant sound of the toilet flushing somehow made things funnier than they were.

Anzu reached for Yugi’s idle hands, toying with his fingers, giving them little massages.

Then, a knock on the door.

“Yugi, make sure you tell your friend to be out before eight thirty,” his grandfather said through the door.

“Okay!” Yugi turned to Anzu. “I wonder if he really thinks we’re doing homework.”

Anzu looked thoughtful for a moment, then her jaw dropped as her eyebrows raised. She hastily placed a hand in front of her gaping open mouth.

“What?”

“I just realized... I let my backpack by the door with my shoes.”

Yugi’s eyes grew even wider.

.
- 2
- 3
- 4
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Shame