Adult-FanFiction.org : Yu-Gi-OH

True To Life	By : Rroselavy Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3656 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Epilogue
- 3
- 4
- 5
Title: True To Life (4/4) + Epilogue
Author: Rroselavy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing (s): J/S
Beta: Akuchan
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I neither own nor profit from Yu-gi-oh!
Summary: If you wished for true love and it came knocking at your door, would you have the courage to answer?
* * *
Joey trailed him to the elevators, and they waited in a guarded silence for one to show up. As they entered a newly arrived car they were joined by another guest, a middle-aged woman who managed to slip in before the doors closed. The silence continued, and Kaiba began to have serious doubts about bringing the blond up to his room. What was he thinking, he wondered as the elevator stopped on a low floor and the other passenger got off. He didn't have time to consider his question, because before the doors had closed, Joey had grabbed him into an embrace. Threading his fingers through Kaiba's silken tresses, Joey captured him in a needful kiss, lips descending on his, demanding entrance to his mouth and then dominating the brunet completely. Joey's mouth tasted both sweet and salty; the product of soy and sake, and Kaiba found it just as intoxicating as the scotch that he'd been drinking earlier had been.
He melted against the blond, his arms encircling Joey's waist, hands lifting the soft material of the turtleneck and exploring the smooth heated skin underneath. He breathed in deeply, and recognized a surprisingly erotic undertone of oil paint and turpentine. He would never have considered the aroma arousing before, but the combination of the blond's talented tongue ravishing his mouth and his equally artful fingers dancing across his body in a teasing manner, pushed all reservations about what they were about to do out of Kaiba's mind. This felt damned good, and there was no way that he was going to put a halt on it.
The bell rang, announcing the penthouse, and they separated reluctantly, Joey once again allowing Kaiba to take the lead. As soon as he'd closed the door behind the blond, Kaiba had him pinned against it. "Now where were we?" He murmured, and then attacked the blond with equal abandon. When they both came up for air, Joey pushed him aside roughly.
"Hold on a minute," he gasped, wide-eyed. "Are you sure about this?" Kaiba answered the blond by nuzzling against his throat, once again breathing in the pungent undertones of turpentine. Joey gripped the brunet forcefully by his arms. "Kaiba, I mean it. Don't be playing me," he warned. "I know ya had a bit ta drink-"
"For chrissakes Joey! I'm not the same boy I was in high school," he hissed, stepping back to regard the blond in the fading light of the room, illuminated by the soft orange hues of the dying sunset. "But if you want to leave, go. Now." He stared impassively at the blond, despite the tightness that gripped his chest and told him that that was the last thing he wanted Joey to do.
Joey shook his head slowly. "I know what I want, Kaiba." He said, advancing on the brunet predatorily. "And I know what I don't want; a repeat of the last time. I don't want you to regret this."
Kaiba pulled Joey close and ran his hands along the blond's face, thumbs tracing his cheekbones. His fingers caressing tousled blond locks. "I want you, Wheeler. I'm more certain of this than I've been of anything all day." He kissed him hard then, as if to prove the veracity of his statement. At first Joey was stiff and unyielding, but gradually, Kaiba felt his position shift, until he was gripping the brunet as if he were a lifeline.
"You're leaving tomorrow," Joey whispered hoarsely, his forehead pressed into the hollow of Kaiba's throat, as he worked at the buttons of the brunet's silk shirt.
"Yes, I am. Will you stay with me tonight?" He asked and then groaned; the blood rushing to his groin as Joey's supple lips surrounded an exposed nipple. He fisted Joey's hair as the blond simultaneously bit down on it and laved it gently with his tongue. Joey's hands skimmed his belly, sending shivers down the brunet's spine, and his cock twitched in anticipation when he felt deft fingertips loosening his shirttails from his waistband and then being set to work on his fly.
Joey was moving fast. He pushed Kaiba towards the bed, pulling down his pants and boxers as the brunet fell into a sitting position. Kaiba saw that Joey's eyes were half-closed and unfocused with lust, and it sent a thrill through his body when those amber eyes raked over his semi-naked form. "Take your clothes off," the blond ordered huskily, and Kaiba would have protested being ordered about like a common whore if Joey hadn't at that moment chosen to remove his own shirt with catlike-grace. The brunet felt his mouth go dry at the view when Wheeler bent over to untie the laces of the rubber-soled boots he was wearing; his firm ass pressed against tight denim sent new shockwaves through Kaiba's body. He wasted no time divesting himself of his shoes and socks, his pants, boxers and shirt hastily following. He watched hungrily as Joey folded his clothes neatly over the back of a chair before coming back toward the bed.
"Lotion's in the bathroom," Kaiba motioned with his head, unable to remove his eyes from Joey's Adonis-like body. His smooth chest boasted well-defined pectoral muscles upon which dusky nipples protruded. His abdomen was taut and muscular, but not overworked, and slimmed pleasingly through the hips to the v of his crotch at which an impressive erection had grown.
He eyed the shaft lustfully, a blush tingeing his cheeks when Joey growled playfully, "Like what ya see?"
Kaiba licked his lips and leaned back on his arms, his head lolling lazily, his own well-toned body and equally magnificent cock displayed prominently for the blond. He arched a brow and smirked, "It'll do."
"Hmff." Joey snorted, stalking in the direction Kaiba had indicated, allowing the brunet an exceedingly generous view of his perfectly shaped ass.
Alone again briefly, he began to have second thoughts, but his lips tingled from Joey's kisses. They were better than the memory, but then it hit him, which memory was right, the one that he didn't have before he'd woken up that morning, or the one that no longer seemed true, but he remembered from the past. He listened to Joey rummage through the toiletries in his bathroom, a cold malaise washing over him, and by the time Joey returned from the bathroom triumphantly displaying the lotion, Kaiba had wrapped himself in a chenille throw and curled up on the bed, his back to the bathroom door. He stared out of the floor-to-ceiling windows at the downtown panorama twinkling in the dusk, shivering miserably.
"Uh-oh, what's wrong?" Joey asked, not bothering to hide the annoyance that crept into his voice.
The memories were crashing over Kaiba like waves, mysterious tendrils tangling together until he didn't know which were real and which were the fabrications of his mind.
"I don't know," he barely whispered. He was terribly frightened; he'd submitted to all those tests, and the specialists could find nothing the matter with him. But he knew something was certainly wrong, there was no way that what he was experiencing was normal.
"I should go," Joey said abruptly, and he moved to collect his clothes.
"No! Please stay! I-I don't want to be alone!" Kaiba cried out, and then listened to the blond's steady breathing, the only sound in the silent room. He was grateful for it-it meant that Joey was considering his plea-but horrified by his own neediness.
He felt the mattress depress as Joey sat on the edge of the bed. "D'ya wanna talk about it?"
Talk about what, Kaiba thought bitterly to himself-the cacophony of memories that were assaulting him? That would go over well. "No, but can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Will you hold me?" He heard the lotion clatter onto the nightstand and then felt the mattress dip further. An arm snaked under his pillow and the other wrapped around him as Joey molded his body against him. "Under the covers?" Joey complied meekly, lifting the coverlet, and then once again taking up residence, curved around Kaiba's body.
"Like this?" He whispered into Kaiba's ear.
"Mmm hmm," the brunet shivered, and Joey hugged him tighter as if to will warmth into his trembling body.
The room gradually darkened as dusk became night and Kaiba drifted drowsily towards sleep, greatly comforted by Joey's presence, at peace inside the blond's strong arms. He remembered how lonely he'd felt the night before when he'd crawled into this bed, how he'd wished for someone to love him, and here Joey was, simply offering him solace, and despite his unambiguous hard-on pressing against the brunet's ass, patiently laying next to him. Just as he'd wished for, the thought flashed suddenly into his mind, and his eyes flew open.
Joey must have felt his body stiffen, because he squeezed Kaiba tighter, and whispered, "It's okay, I'm here and I ain't going anywhere." And deep in his soul Kaiba knew that it was true, and it didn't matter which past was correct and which was a figment of his imagination, because here was Joey, heated flesh and blood, lying with him in his bed just because he asked him to.
"Would you hate me if we didn't make love?"
"Don't be an idiot!" Joey admonished. "Do you think that's all I came up here for, just to fuck you? That's not my style."
Kaiba turned to face the blond, folded one arm under his head and nestled it into Joey's chest. He marveled at how comfortable and how safe it felt there. At the moment there was no past, and no future, just the present. And he wanted to stay firmly in that present, to shed the past with its frightening memories, and not think about what may or may not happen in the future. He found that despite his earlier trepidation, basking in the warmth of Joey's body, and laying next to him in companionable silence had served to remind him of why they'd come up to his room in the first place. "So tell me, Joey Wheeler, just what is your 'style'?" He asked playfully. He felt a familiar tightening in his groin that signaled the beginnings of an arousal, and with his free hand he lightly traced the contours of the blond's ribs, his slim waist, and angular pelvic ridge.
He felt Joey grin against his scalp. "I highly doubt that you want to hear a play-by-play, but I could show ya, if you really want me to."
Kaiba tilted his head up and gazed at Joey in the dim ambient light. "So show me." Joey drew a sharp breath as Kaiba's hand ghosted his erection.
"Ngh. Keep doin' that and I'm gonna lose my concentration." He pushed Kaiba onto his back, and rained soft kisses on his lips, while his calloused hands grazed the brunet's chest, rubbing lightly over his hardened nipples. Kaiba arched languorously against the friction, and then he gasped as once again Joey's tongue teased one nub as his thumb and forefinger worked over the other. Joey's torment continued until he had Kaiba squirming under his ministrations and then he leisurely kissed down the brunet's sculpted torso, skating his tongue around the slight indent of his belly button before dipping down and nipping over the sensitive skin of his lower abdomen. Kaiba found Joey's actions to be both ticklish and erotic at the same time, and he was hard-pressed to stifle his laughter.
"You have no idea what a beautiful sound it is to hear you laugh," Joey murmured, his hands tracing the contours of the brunet's hips. Kaiba's fingers traced idle patterns across the blond's shoulders as he mentally urged him lower, wanting nothing more than to feel that hot mouth teasing his cock. He almost came as the blond's tongue laved along its crown and then moments later he was encased in that warm sensual heat. He held back thrusting with every fiber of his being, and instead basked in the sensations as he grew closer and closer to climax. But just as he teetered on that precipice, Joey withdrew. "Turn back on your side, love." He flicked on the bedside light.
Kaiba shivered at those huskily spoken words; once again he faced the windows, every nerve alert as he listened for Joey to prepare himself, and waited for the inevitable uncomfortable intrusion. But Joey remained motionless. "What are you waiting for?" Kaiba asked indignantly.
"Be patient, will ya? I just want to look at you. You are so exquisite," Joey marveled, his fingertips tracing the brunet's spine. "Your skin, it's perfect, and I love looking at the way it stretches across your shoulder blades," he added, leaning over to kiss the hollow between.
"If you paint me like this, I will kill you." Kaiba threatened, craning his neck to glare at the blond.
"No worries there," Joey smiled. "This is just for my eyes." He picked up the lotion and rubbed a dollop of it on his fingers and shaft. Kaiba took a deep breath and did his best to relax when Joey's slender digits pressed at his entrance. He slid them in and out in an excruciatingly slow pace, and it wasn't long before the brunet was pushing back wantonly against each thrust. He clutched the pillow to his body, but not before Joey had managed to slip his other hand around to softly caress his chest and tease lightly across his abdomen to his engorged sex.
"God, Joey. Please fuck me already," he gasped, trembling and trying desperately not to come, he wanted to be on the brink, to skate on the edge, to be suspended between the incredible desire that flooded his body at the moment and the inevitable completion he was running headlong toward. Such a delicious torment; those talented fingers stretching him at an insanely slothful pace, driving all coherent thought from his mind. He could get used to being fucked senseless by Joey Wheeler; the blond had easily become the master of his body. Instinctively, he'd been able to find and capitalize on erogenous zones Kaiba had never known existed. He was panting and moaning nonsensically by the time Joey had slid his fingers out of his channel and sheathed himself to the hilt inside the brunet's hot passage.
Joey continued the snail's pace as he thrust deep inside Kaiba; the only indication that he was affected at all by their coupling was the rhythmic grunts that accompanied his masterful strokes. One hand had found purchase on Kaiba's straining erection, lazily caressing it as Kaiba thrust against the friction. The brunet came almost instantaneously, his cries muffled by Joey's fingers gently pressing against his mouth. He suckled them gently in the afterglow, his body now tuned acutely to the minute changes in the pattern of Joey's momentum. The pace suddenly quickened, and his muscles clenched as he felt the blond pump into him. He felt Joey withdraw, and then the blond began to sensually massage Kaiba's back and shoulders, the soft caresses and gentle kneading to his lower back served to relax his tired muscles.
The events of the day finally caught up with Kaiba as Joey reached for the tissues on the bedside table and gently swabbed the cum from his body; he felt his consciousness slipping away, and it barely registered when the blond resumed his position on the bed beside him.
* * *
He woke up alone, and for a brief second, Kaiba panicked that it had all been a dream; another mind fuck that he would have to struggle to accept. But he found that his limbs were stiff and there was a telltale slight burn to his anus when he shifted positions. He glanced over at the chair, and was relieved to see Joey's clothes still carefully laid over its back. He glanced over toward the bathroom, and seeing the door closed and a thin line of light at the bottom of the door, surmised that Joey was occupying it. He lay back on the bed thinking about the way the evening ended until there was an efficient knock on the hotel room door, and he heard a muffled voice announce 'room service.'
"Just a minute," he called out, slipping out of bed. He approached the bathroom door and heard the white noise of the shower, so he slipped in without bothering to knock, admiring the blond's figure through the translucent glass of the shower door before grabbing the terrycloth robe from its hook on the back of the bathroom door.
He ushered the busboy in, and instructed him to set the meal up outside on the terrace. It was a stunning spring day, the perfect weather for flying. He was saddened by that thought; he didn't want to leave like this; he'd have preferred it if he could stay and nurture the beginnings of this new relationship along, but also, for some irrational reason, he thought if he could keep Joey within his sight, he wouldn't lose his grip on reality again.
Joey came up behind him and slipped his arms around him. "Nice view, eh?" Kaiba nodded. "So when's your flight?"
He sighed. "I have to check out by noon, and am heading straight to Kennedy then." Joey's grip tightened. "I don't want to leave, you know that, don't you?"
"It's okay, Seto." Joey replied huskily, and Kaiba thrilled hearing his name from the blond's lips. "I know you'll be back."
~TBC~
- 3
- 4
- 5
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

True To Life