Stinging Beauty | By : Fel5 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 16923 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Aaaand one
hell of a long chappie ahead-be careful not to choke on your drinks, there is a
little surprise at the end-enjoy!^^
Ja ne!
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48.
Maintaining the edge
“-minor concussion,
about three dozen bruises, your left humerus is broken, you have two sprained
and one cracked rib, are suffering from malnutrition, your left shin is
busted-would you like me to continue?” asked the voice above him.
Jou was
tempted to give the sensei a dirty look, but considering the angry, concerned
glares he received from four different directions, he decided it was wiser to
keep his temper in check.
The doctor
gave a saccharine-sweet smile, when he shook his head, and added:
“On a
lighter note, it appears, you are experiencing a belated growth spurt; we are
expecting an addition of maximum three to four centimetres, which would bring
you up to approximately-“ she looked up from the health chart and pointed at
Kaiba,
“-his
height.”
Chet
bt
brows disappeared into a hairline of the same color.
Shizuka
cheered:
“Oh, I bet
my brother would look so handsome in one of Seto’s suits!”
Both men
face-faulted, and Honda guffawed:
“Ano,
that’s cool, now you can dress up in something with more style, Jou, ne?”
“As if they
weren’t already constantly in each other’s pants!” Mokuba mumbled under
his breath.
TWACK!
“I..tai..”
whined the raven-haired teen, nursing the bump his nii-san had given him.
His very
pissed off nii-san.
The
Jounouchi sibl spo sported identical flabberghasted looks(all down to the
healthy strawberry shading of their cheeks), even as Honda slammed his palm
repeatedly against his forehead and groaned:
“Arigato
gozaimasu, Mokuba, I so did not wanted to know that!”
“Easy for you
to say, you’re not the one who has to put up with them-“
POCK!
Again, the CEO’s fist connected with his
otouto’s skull, making this one squeal in pain.
The surgeon
gave a disapproving scowl.
“Kaiba-san,
unless you are attempting to give your younger brother permanent brain damage,
I would advise you not to do that too often.”
Seto merely glared daggers at Mokuba, who had
retreated to the far end of the room.
Clearing her throath, sensei advised:
“Well, I guess it’s a given how to proceed in
this case: Jounouchi-san will be needing a lot of rest and nutritious food-I
already organized for a protein-oriented diet, tri-weekly PR, and, naturally,
no vigorous activity for the next, let’s say, five weeks.”
“Oh, bother,”
sighed the younger Kaiba, “now he’s going to grow crankier by the day!”
The
distance didn’t save Mokuba from the empty plastic cup his brother hurled
straight into his face.
Sighing,
the surgeon adressed the brunet:
“Are you
always this..ill-tempered, Kaiba-san?”
Shooting
Mokuba dark looks, the CEO growled:
“Only when
my brother decides to make me a public laughing stock.”
“Or if ‘e
doeshn’t get any for weeksh.”
The room
went dead silent.
‘I really
should get my mouth checked-and my brain, while I’m at it, too’ thought
Jou, who had uttered the fateful words and was now facing a rapidly
approaching-ansiblsibly fuming-Seto.
GB'>Bending
over the bed, Kaiba brought their faces on equal height and said in a
disturbingly regal tone:
“So, my koi
has decided to prolongen his stay in those faculties for just a little while
longer, ne?”
Jou gulped
and shook his head, when he saw the broad, predatory grin Seto gave him.
This time,
the doctor was clearly annoyed, when she demanded:
“Kaiba-san,
I am afraid, I must ask you to step away from your fiancé.”
“Oh, there
is no need for discomfort, I will not hurt him,” smiled the CEO, as he grabbed
Jou’s hospital gown in a death grip, “irrepairably.”
Katsuya
hiccuped and, fearing for his very life, rasped a few words into Seto’s ear.
Azure eyes
flew wide open, then narrowed in concern and suspicion.
“Are you
certain? I mean, I would not want to hurt you…”
Knowing, he
had peaked the brunet’s interest, Katsuya gave a sly, reassuring grin.
Straightening
himself, Seto kept his gaze on the blond and commanded:
“Sensei, I
need to discuss matters of very..sensitive nature with my dansei. If you
could give us some privacy for the next-“ his eyes flew over the various
machines, “thirty minutes, I would be rather grateful.”
The chief surgeon made no secret of her
disapproval, but finally led HonShizShizuka and Mokuba out of the room.
Once the
door was locked and secured to the CEO’s liking, Seto returned to the bed.
Slipping out
of his coat, he searched for the least hazardous way to crawl atop of Jou, then
went to the rather difficult task of climbing the blond without touching either
his wounded arm, ribcage nor the cables attached to him.
“My, aren’t
you nimble”, griped Katsuya.
“Shut up!”
snarled Seto, trying to keep his balance.
When he
didn’t recieve an answer, he looked down-and wished, he hadn’t, because Katsuya
wore-the smile.
The one
that sayed ’we hope, you have savely fastened your seat belts, for this is a
direct flight to the Crab Nebula’.
It
short-circuited his brain and fried any second thoughts he may have had on the
spot.
Well, save
for one.
Nervously
grabbing hold of the bed’s steel frame, Seto queried:
“Are you
sure about this, Katsuya?”
Rolling his
amber orbs, the blond rasped:
“Oh pleashe,
if I can open my moush to insult you, I can alsho ushe it to make you ‘appy,
ne?”
“True
enough”, agreed the brunet and moaned, when Jou pulled down the zipper of his
pants and freed his swelling erection.
Arms
crossed in front of his chest, Honda glared at the couple’s younger siblings.
“Ok, I
wanna know, and I wanna know now! Since when are they engaged?”
Shizuka
glanced at Mokuba, who shrugged, but made no attempt to answer.
“Well,
uhmm, nii-san told me, he asked Seto-kun to marry him at the welfare-?” she
shot a questioning look at the younger Kaiba, who nodded in confirmation, “-the
welfare party, and Seto said yes.”
To say,
Honda felt betrayed, would have been an understatement.
Giving the
two cowering teens a haughty look, he growled between clenched teeth:
“So, as
usual, I’m the last to know, ne?”
Mokuba and
Shizuka only shook their heads.
“Iie, the
only one who knows, aside of us three, is the chief sensei, and only because
she wouldn’t have let us in otherwise”, replied Mokuba
That was
not the answer Honda had hoped to hear.
Not really.
There is a
certain amount of satisfaction in making a CEO, no one dares to talk back,
squirm.
Especially
while sucking him off.
Jou enjoyed
hearing the brunet pant and gasp, mumbling profanites and begging for more.
However, he
sta starting to get drowsy, probably from the painkillers, or the emotional
rollercoaster, he didn’t know.
But Seto
was too close to his orgasm, as that Jou would simply give in to sleep.
Dedicated to
make his dansei come, Katsuya hollowed his cheeks and gave a particularly nasty
twist of his tongue.
Seto
squeaked, then threw his head back and ejaculated inside the blond’s mouth, his
scream echoing off the white walls.
“KATSUYAAAAA!!!”
Nurses and
doctors came running, but were halted in their tracks by a young brunet and a
raven-haired teen blocking the door to the room.
Both stood
their ground, as the hospital staff tried to pry them away.
“Shikashi-“
worried a skinny red-head.
Honda only
shook his head.
“Believe
me. You don’t want to go in there now.”
An elder
sensei with graying hair bellowed:
“Young man,
if you have any vital information as to what’s happening in that room, I would
advise you not to keep it from us!”
Before
Honda could reply, there was a scraping sound, then the door opened and out
stepped a rather flushed Kaiba.
Never
paying any mind to the rest of the staff gaping at him, the CEO strode directly
to the chief surgeon and announced:
“I want to
be advised the very second his condition changes in any matter,
wakarimashita?”
The woman
only nodded and stared after the four young people waltzing out the main entry,
before sighing and muttering:
“I’m in my
office, if anybody needs me, and raiding the prozac stock.”
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Ahhh, yes,
the things one sees when working in a hospital-I speak out of experience…= =°
Please
R&R, arigato!
Oh, and
Jill thanks for handing out thme-yme-yup, Rod Stewhas has a few good songs…
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