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Black Chaos	By : DragonMistress Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2513 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I make no money from this story and do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. I just own the plot or lack thereof.

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Um, there might be some sour fruit warning ahead. You have been warned! The song featured is “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails! By the way this is my first time writing lemon, so please be kind.
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The following morning found Otogi and Honda with only slight hangovers, seeing as both had quit while they were ahead. The brunette couldn’t help but feel conflicted about all the open homosexuality he experienced, especially when he realized he wasn’t disgusted but turned on. Maybe that was the point of Otogi taking him out, he realized, so that he would learn to accept himself. He suddenly felt grateful for having such a great friend.
“That place is pretty wild, we’ll have to go back sometime,” he said as they were both busying themselves making breakfast and coffee.
“Yeah. I’d still like to know whoever it is playing Kaiba. That guy is one hell of an actor. And I wouldn’t mind being on the receiving end on Jou’s ‘talents’,” the green eyed man stated, noticing his friend’s brown eyes narrow.
“Don’t even think about it. Jou isn’t some slut that just spreads them for anyone,” he shot back, concentrating on the eggs scrambling in the pan before him.
“I wasn’t saying that. I just think he’s very attractive, that’s all. Don’t you find him attractive?” Ryuji asked as he poured himself a cup of coffee and began to spoon in some sugar.
“Well, he is, but he’s like a brother to me. I don’t think of him that way,” Honda explained as the eggs finished.
“Well, who do you think of that way? You know I won’t judge,” the raven-haired man asked sincerely. Secretly he was hoping the other would say him and start to accept the fact he was gay. He saw the other blush and he looked pained, obviously too embarrassed to answer for the moment. Finally the other said something in a low voice.
“Who?” the other asked, not catching what he said.
“Look, don’t freak out. I said you,” from the way he spoke it was obvious he expected his friend to ridicule hm. He was surprised to see the dice master smile, and even more surprised to feel a pair of thin yet supple lips on his own. He was shocked to say the least, seeing as he was just now starting to accept the fact he was gay. He pulled back, his brown eyes wide.
“I’m attracted to you, too, Hiroto,” he said to him simply, smiling.
“I’ve never said this before, but thank God for school projects!” Honda exclaimed. It was going to be a great week.
*
Yugi and Ryou awoke entangled in each other’s arms and fairly hungover. Though they hadn’t had sex, though they had decided to become a couple the night before after exchanging blow jobs. They also agreed for it to be an open relationship, since Yugi was quite sexually adventurous and wasn’t willing to give up his and Jou’s friends with benefits status. He had, however, invited Ryou to tag along next time. Ryou blushed like mad at the suggestion, but was touched because he knew how special Jou was to Yugi. In a weird way it showed how much he really cared, that he would want to share his blond friend with someone else.
“So, you working tonight Yugi?” Ryou asked a few minutes after they woke up, breaking the comfortable silence.
“Yeah. You should dress up as me! We haven’t done chibishipping before!” he exclaimed, smiling at his new boyfriend. Ryou chuckled demurely.
“So, is ‘Seto’ returning tonight?” he asked. He was actually quite impressed that Jou had managed to pull off the performance so well seeing as the two in real life clearly didn’t get along. He would expect the normally hotheaded blonde to use this as an opportunity to humiliate the brunette, but he seemed to respect him enough to not stoop to such levels. He admired his maturity, because he knew the brunette wouldn’t do the same for him.
“Haven’t talked to the boss, but I doubt it. I think he’s doing Dartz tonight. He hasn’t made an appearance in a while. When he ‘takes their soul’ usually something humiliating is involved,” he giggled, remembering fondly some of the crazy things he had made others do if they lost to him in a duel.
“Yeah, I lost once and he made me crawl around on my hands and knees and only make cat noises for the rest of the night,” he explained to his brown-eyed friend.
“Jou sure is crazy. I’ve never been able to be fun like him. My yami always reminded me that,” he said sadly.
“You’re just shy! I used to be before I met Jou. He broke me out of my shell! If you hang around him more, you’ll come around too. Don’t worry about. I don’t think the world could handle more like him to be honest,” the amethyst eyed teen reassured him.
“Thanks Yugi. So, what part of our project do you want to work on next?” he asked, his inner bookworm showing.
“How about our greatest desires?” he purred before straddling his pale friend.
“How come I have a feeling this essay is going to be rated NC17?” he asked as the other hikari claimed his mouth hungrily. Oh well, he thought as he returned the kiss, shyly opening his mouth to the tongue that was demanding entrance. Whenever he was with his yami, it was always brutal and fast, and he was glad to see Yugi was showing him something new. He was using his tongue to coax his into a playful dance as one hand stroked itself gently into his hair and the other stroked his face affectionately.
“Thank God for class projects,” the other murmured as he moved his quest down onto the pale throat. Ryou could only happily agree.
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To say he was hungover was an understatement, the brunette thought as he trudged into his office for the day. The Tylenol was barely working on his headache and his stomach felt permanently flipped. Mokuba seemed very happy about it, though, and encouraged him to go out this night as well. He flopped into his plush office seat with no enthusiasm and turned his laptop on while beginning to go through various papers his secretary had dumped on his desk. He did notice one paper out of place though, and examined it.
Moneybags-
Look, yo
u don’t wanna know shit about me and I know you don’t wanna tell me shit about you, but we gotta do this project somehow, right? If all you wanna do is swap bullshit until we can manage something believeable, fine by me. Call me whenever you wanna get this over with. 515-3833. I prefer texting, btw.
He smirked as he read the note. The dog knew him well. But last night he had made a decision to make the dog HIS dog, so he figured that began with getting to know him a bit. He needed to figure out what made the blonde so damn happy all the time. He knew it had to be fake, because there was no way it was real. And the more he thought about it, the more he wondered if it was a well-constructed act to cover up some dark angst or secret? Being a businessman, he had an excellent bullshit detector, and it always went off around Jonouchi. Maybe that was he couldn’t stand him, because he knew he was hiding something. Last night had shown that enough. He was basically a glorified prostitute, and he knew that had to be a blow to his pride. He made a decision to act like he wasn’t there last night to witness the love-confessing songs and the mind blowing orgasm. And he hated texting, so he picked up his phone and dialed the number.
“Jou,” it was answered rather quickly, so obviously he didn’t wake up the blonde. What was he doing up so early anyway?
“Hey mutt,” he replied, hearing the other sigh rather breathily.
“And to what do I owe the pleasure?” his voice sounded like a purr, and way too sexy for a casual conversation with a friend. It took Seto off guard.
“Get your ass to my office, now,” he decided to get to the point and not wonder at the sound of the other’s voice.
“That’s not a good idea, Kaiba. Now is not a good time,” his voice sounded strained, and still rather breathy.
“And what is the problem exactly?” he asked, curious.
“Fine, I’ll come. Just don’t get pissed if I do something incredibly stupid,” he sighed again, before hanging up the phone. That was weird, Seto thought.
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Katsuya groaned, he did NOT want to go to Kaiba’s office because of the current state he was in. After he had got home the previous night, his father and co had coerced into a game of poker and forced him to drink even more alcohol, shot him up with what he suspected was crystal meth, and taken turns on him. Some were gentler than others and he was now covered in an array of hickeys, bruises, and cuts. Due to the drugs, once they were done he couldn’t sleep, and his now racing mind was aware to the massive pain radiating from his lower half yet impervious to it at the same time. It was strange to feel pure shamed mixed with the forced euphoria. At some point he had wandered to the bathroom, planning to overdose on sleeping pills so he could pass out, but one of his dad’s friends stopped him and forced two pills into his hand. Of course he had refused them, but when the man threatened a second round on his already injured body, he complied. He recognized them from his gang days, it was a form of ecstasy. The guy worked for Kaiba Corp, and told him to come by later. He had no intention of doing so, but when he took the pills the man left so it guessed that was good.
The problem was that between, the alcohol, meth, and ecstasy, he was beyond high and incredibly horny. He felt like he would orgasm if someone just looked at his the wrong way. He fully intended to stay in his room all day and masturbate until he passed out or call Yugi for a hook up until Kaiba called. He realized with horror that Kaiba was going to see him in such a state, and hoped to God that his dad’s friend didn’t see him there. That was the last thing he needed, to have a rapist confront him in front of his rival. He would die of shame if anyone, especially him, found out about the shit he dealt with at home. Grabbing his guitar, bag, and dressing carefully to cover his latest battle scars, he headed out the door.
He smoked the entire way there, one after the other, and never looked up from the ground, lest he meet someone’s gaze and throw himself at them. He didn’t even look at the secretary when he knocked on the door to Kaiba’s office, and continued to look at the ground as he let himself in and made a beeline for the couch, not daring to speak or in any way acknowledge the overly sexy CEO. He tried desperately to stop the images of fucking Kaiba against his desk, or of riding him ruthlessly in that chair, or having Kaiba pound him into the couch. He squeezed his eyes shut as though that would dispel the images, and prayed Kaiba would ignore him and continue whatever he was doing on that laptop. Someone up above didn’t believe in prayers, though, because then the current bane of his existence spoke.
“You play?” he asked simply, but simply the tenor of his voice was enough to set Jonouchi’s nerve endings on fire.
“Yes,” he practically moaned, “would you like to play you something Kaiba? I think I know the perfect song,” he was too fucked up to control his brain, and his voice came out as more of a sensuous growl than he would like. He knew his self-control was slipping, but maybe playing on his guitar would stop him from touching himself in a completely inappropriate manner.
He dared to raise his eyes to glance at Kaiba, and felt his own face twist into a smirk, watching the other eye him curiously.
“I wrote it myself, I think you’ll like it,” he continued in his throaty growl, affectionately stroking the neck of his guitar like it was a lover. He saw Kaiba’s gaze intensify, but he laced his fingers together and resting his head on his hands, the obvious sign for the other continue. Inside, Katsuya knew he was fucking up, but he couldn’t listen at that moment. He began playing the beat he had picked up, it sounded just as dirty as the song, and then he began to sing, knowing that when this way over either his murder or suicide would be imminent.
“You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you, you let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you,” He started, and watched the other’s normally unreadable expression become one of bewilderment.
“Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I’ve got no soul to sell, help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself. I want to fuck you like an animal. I want to feel you from the inside. I want to fuck you like an animal. My whole existence is flawed, you get me closer to God.” The blue eyes widened, and he titled his head to the side in disbelief. He knew Jonouchi was acting strange ever since he called him but where the hell did this come from? And he could tell from meeting that dark amber gaze he meant what he sang. He could practically feel his ass hurt under the pressure of that intense stare. He knew he should stop him, but he felt strangely aroused at the thought of Jonouchi fucking him like, well, an animal. On his desk, no doubt.
“You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings, you can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything. Help me tear down my reason, help me its' your sex I can smell, help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else-“ he repeated the whole chorus about how he wanted to take him, and Kaiba could only stare, managing to become more aroused. He had never been a bottom before, and idly wondered if it would feel any good.
“Through every forest, above the trees. Within my stomach, scraped off my knees. I drink the honey inside your hive. You are the reason I stay alive.” And with that he ended the highly erotic song, his breathing hard, his eyes dilated with desire, his skin flush, and his lips slightly parted as he absentmindedly licked them. Seto decided that Jonouchi had to be the sexiest thing alive in that moment, and if the puppy was offering, he was taking.
“Come here, Katsuya,” he growled, and watched as the blonde made his way slowly over to him, swaying his hips to an imaginary beat, looking at Kaiba like he was a piece of meat he had every intention to devour. Inside his mind Katsuya knew this was so wrong, but he couldn’t stop himself. Why wasn’t Kaiba stopping him? He dragged Kaiba up from his chair by his tie to slam his back against the desk before capturing his lips in a brutal kiss, growling low in his throat, his other hand roughly grabbing the other teen’s ass. Kaiba didn’t understand where the aggression was coming from, and something about the whole situation seemed off. His two songs to him had been about love and were sweet, and there was nothing sweet about this. He found Katsuya’s tongue being shoved in his mouth and his hips being grounded against the other’s arousal. Yes, he was turned on, but something didn’t feel right about this.
“Katsuya, what are you doing?” he asked as he pushed him away slightly, looking into the amber eyes with a scrutinizing gaze, and it conformed his suspicions that something was wrong. His eyes were glazed and bloodshot, his pupils massively dilated. Almost as if he were high.
“Are you high?” he asked as the other male whined and rubbed against him, trying to desperately to create friction on his overheated body.
“I’m sorry Seto! I just feel like I’m going to fucking explode if someone doesn’t touch me. I can’t even think!” tears of frustration were in his eyes.
“What exactly are you on?” he asked, quite pissed that normally goodie two shoes Jou was on something. He had always thought he was better than that.
“They made me do it, I didn’t want to. I’m going to explode, I can’t take it. You can’t leave me like this, please,” his speech was rapid and high pitched, and his breath came in erratic gasps. He thought his heart was going to burst through his chest, and he was both relieved and disappointed that Kaiba stopped his rampage. Just being this close to the body in front of him was driving him crazy with desire.
“Who?” he asked, not wanting to take advantage of the blonde against him. He wanted him, but he wanted him in his right mind.
“Takashi Ramoto did it. He wanted me to come here today, that’s why I didn’t wanna come. Him and another guy shot me up with meth and forced me to take ecstasy. I’m so sorry, Seto. I didn’t want you to see me like this. I was just going to call Yugi, fuck around until I chilled out, and keep a low profile,” he knew was explaining way too much, but his mouth was working faster than his mind.
“So this has happened before?” he was quite disgusted one of his best employs had forced the blond to do those things, and became sick when he realized what he intended to happen. What exactly happened at the blonde’s house, he realized, was obviously pretty fucked up if businessmen were feeding him drugs to make him a compliant sex slave.
“I’ve never had ecstasy before, usually I’m just wanted awake, not compliant,” he admitted as he hung his head in shame, closing his eyes in an attempt not to cry. Why was he telling someone who didn’t give a fuck about him?
“But seriously, you don’t give a fuck so I don’t see what it matters,” he said bitterly, feeling hot tears make their way down his face. At least the anger was diminishing his desire, leaving him to feel very sick inside.
“Katsuya, I’m not heartless. I’m not sure what’s going on, but I don’t think I like it. As for Ramoto, I’ll have him fired. I don’t want people like that working for me,” Kaiba said with honesty as he wrapped his arms around the shorter two and pulled him into a hug, burying his face into the silky golden strands, breathing in a scent that was a mix of apples and cigarettes, and odd but alluring odor. He felt then tears on his shirt as the other burrowed his face into his chest, his body shaking with the conflicting emotions of shame and desire. Jonouchi recognized Seto’s cologne, he wore it when he performed as the brunette. Something by Polo Ralph Lauren, expensive but subtle, masculine and fresh. He felt the desire once again roll over his body, his skin burning hot from it. He couldn’t stop himself from once again rubbing against the brunette, letting out a desperate moan.
“Stop that Jonouchi, I’m not taking advantage of you,” he snapped, resisting the urge to ravish the blonde.
“Then let me go so I can call Yugi and he can. We haven’t hooked up in a while, it’s overdue anyway,” he whined, eyes pleading at the brunette.
“You two are together?” he asked with jealousy.
“Not like that, it’s a friends with benefits deal. I don’t know how I let the little hentai talk me into it, but now even when we date other people we never stop hooking up with each other,” he explained, “so let me go so I can go get laid. This is getting painful.” He explained, giving him another pleading glance. Seto didn’t like the thought of anyone else taking care of the puppy’s problem, especially since he was the one who drug him to his office in such a state. He used a hand to tilt Katsuya’s face towards his, and kissed him soundly on the lips. The other responded immediately, kissing back fiercely and gliding a hand into Seto’s chestnut tresses and the other hand rested on his taut ass and ground their hips together. Their tongues weren’t quite fighting for anything but were both actively engaged in fucking the other one’s mouth, eliciting moans from both parties.
Katsuya pushed Seto onto the massive desk, shoving papers away as he did so, before exploring the pale throat with his mouth, nipping and sucking on the flesh eagerly before traveling up to tease his ear with his teeth and tongue, growling lowly into the appendage. The other groaned in appreciation as his tie was removed and his shirt skillfully unbuttoned before the tanned hand explored the flesh beneath.
“You are so fucking hot, Seto,” Katsuya whispered in his ear before letting his mouth join his hand on the other’s chest, pausing to take a nipple in his teeth and tug slightly before sucking on it, causing the other to arch beneath him. He repeated the action on the other nipple as he made quick work of the CEO’s belt and undid his pants, pushing them down enough to free his very mighty erection. His mouth and hands continued downward, encourage by his lover’s gasps and groans. He left a rather large love bite on Kaiba’s inner thigh before quickly deep throating the brunette, taking him all in with one swallow.
“Katsuya!” he gasped at the sudden action with pleasure. He never remembered it feeling this good with anyone else, it was as though his entire body was on edge, on fire from the assault of the blonde’s skillful hands and talented mouths. He had got a taste last night, and he knew after this he would want it again. It was as if he knew exactly what to do to drive his partner impossibly wild. He felt Katsuya growl in his throat and screamed his orgasm, realizing he hadn’t lasted that long at all. He was in a daze when he felt three fingers being thrust to his mouth.
“Suck,” came the throaty command, and his blue eyes met the darkened amber of his lover, and he complied. Just yesterday Jou had punched him in the face, and now he was about to fuck him on his own desk. How they went from supposedly hating each other to this was beyond his comprehension. The fingers were removed from his mouth and soon he felt a finger prodding him somewhere he had never willingly been prodded before. The finger pushed in slowly, and the blonde threw his legs over his own shoulders to get a better angle then used the free hand to wriggle his pants down.
“Relax, I won’t hurt you,” Katsuya whispered sweetly, kissing one of the legs that were thrown around him as he added a second finger. It was strange to Seto, the feeling. It wasn’t quite pain but it wasn’t quite pleasure, he felt the fingers wriggle around for a few more seconds before his back arched and he gasped in delight. Now was it definitely pleasure, and the blonde added a third finger and repeatedly touched that some spot within him. He pushed back against the fingers to feel more friction and was moaning and gasping, lost in the bliss. Suddenly the fingers disappeared and he felt disappointed. It had just started to feel good, too. There was not much time for disappointment though as he felt something much larger push its way in. His eyes opened wide and he gasped at the intrusion, trying desperately to relax.
The blonde moaned loudly in relief as he pushed his way into the impossibly tight heat beneath him. He felt Seto’s body tense, and affectionately rubbed his thighs to try to relax him. Seto truly was beautiful, spread out on his desk like that, completely out of control. Jonouchi had to try and not just ruthlessly pound into him. He might need release but he cared about Seto and wanted this to feel good for him.
“God, you are so fucking tight,” he breathed out, waiting for the teen to adjust to his presence. He looked into the other’s stunning sapphire eyes, looking for a sign to continue. The other nodded and he began to try and set a rhythm. It was slow and teasing, and he sought out the others prostrate in earnest, wanting to see the brunette writhe and whimper for more. He knew he found it when the others back arched and he trashed his head to the side, moaning quite loudly. He bet the secretary outside was getting an earful right now, and hoped she was into this kind of thing. He kept up his slow pace, his own moans were long and drawn out, much like his thrusts.
“Jou, faster. Fuck me, damnit,” the brunette growled out, tired of the teasing pace. He wanted it, and he wanted it brutal.
Hearing then other’s request, Jou felt his self-restraint fly out the window and began to set an impossibly fast and hard rhythm, striking the other’s sweet spot dead on with force, cause the other to practically scream, and he added to that by wrapping one of his skillful hands around the brunette’s erection and stroked it in perfect time with his thrusts. It was pure at utter ecstasy for both of them, Seto panting Katsuya’s name and Katsuya panting Seto’s as well as some curses here and there. Finally, Seto hit his peak, arching impossibly high and screaming Katsuya’s name, and Jou followed a few quick thrusts later, screaming Seto’s name. Neither bothered to move for a minute, just gazing at each other with sated, half-lidded gazes, the only sound their labored breathing.
“Thank you, Seto. We should definitely do that again sometime,” Jou panted, sliding Seto’s legs off his shoulders and pulling out of him slowly. Seto nodded before sitting up, buttoning his shirt as he looked at the blonde, who was blushing and smiling sheepishly as he fixed his own pants. Before he did that, though, he used a tissue to clean his essence off himself, scowling in disgust.
“Now where do you think we should include that in our essay?” Seto joked as he fixed his clothes and ran a finger through his now messy hair.
“What’s so sad is that I don’t think we’ll be the only ones who decided to get to know their partner like this. I bet class is going to be like a bad porn convention,” Jou laughed, thinking of his other friends, sure they were all on their own way to getting laid. Except maybe Anzu. She didn’t seem like the lesbian type.
“Stupid mutt, you disorganized all my files. Now I have to fix all this before I can get back to work,” he frowned.
“Nu uh, asshole. You dragged my ass here to work on our project. We ARE going to get to know each other, damnit. As people. I’m not a fucking dog, let’s clear that up first,” he huffed, plopping on the couch and picking his guitar up, strumming it absentmindedly.
Kaiba sighed. It looked like it was going to be a long day at work.
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