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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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Well, I’m back. More drugs in this chapter, be warned. Also some fluffy stuff, try not to puke. But this is a romance so you should expect some fluffy shit. Thanks for the reviews and follows! Enjoy!
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Unlike the other two pairs, Honda and Ryuji had decided not to sleep together, wanting to get to know each other better first. Or get so fucked up they didn’t care. Whichever happened first. Not to mention Honda was pretty shy about the whole realizing he was gay thing. He didn’t feel comfortable enough to go all the way with his crush so soon after coming to that life altering decision. Ryuji had gotten laid pretty recently before they met up, so he wasn’t exactly hurting for it anyway. He could wait, considering he really wasn’t an asshole of anything like that. Cocky, but not an asshole. He felt that Kaiba was more than enough of an asshole for everyone. And he had a reason to be cocky, after all. He was rich, attractive, and smart. Very attractive, is he did say so himself. Apparently Honda agreed, and he loved anyone that stroked his ego. Also, Honda could drive a motorcycle, and there was something charming about being perched on the back seat and hugging the brunette’s waist as they sped along. Even if the helmet did fuck with his awesome hair.
“Any plans for today Hiroto?” the green eyed teen asked as they pulled up at a coffee shop.
“Yugi texted me. Him and Ryou wanna meet up. I just texted Jou to see if he wants to tag along with us. Should hear from him soon. Unless his ex is sending him dirty messages again. Then he’ll be ignoring his phone,” the brunette explained.
“Who’s the ex?” he asked, knowing that Jou really didn’t date much. He may have slept around a little bit, but he never seemed to really date anybody. Hell, they had hooked up a couple of times in the past when both were floating between lovers and wanted to kill some time. It was great sex, but Otogi had a feeling telling Honda how great his best friend was in bed wouldn’t lead to a very productive conversation. It’d made them both look like sluts, and he didn’t want to lower either of their images in the brunette’s eyes.
“Strange thing, we never met them. Not even sure if it was a guy or a girl. I swear, I don’t even know if he’s gay, straight, or bi sometimes and he’s my best friend. He really keeps his business to himself, you know. And then there’s Yugi, who may or may not have been with the Pharaoh, and could possibly be a virgin. You have legions of people wanting to get in your pants, just like that dick Kaiba. Our little group is a strange bunch isn’t it?” the hazel-eyed teen mused out loud. Otogi just smiled as he sipped his overly sweet coffee concoction. Could it really be considered coffee considered all the shit they added to it, including the caramel and chocolate drizzle floating on the whipped cream? Oh well, he wasn’t complaining.
“So, you have any college plans?” he asked, wanting to change the subject away from everyone’s sex life.
“I’m going to join the military. That way, if I do decide on college, they can foot the bill. Besides, the thought of being a solider is a bit exciting,” Honda told him, “You going to keep up that dice game of yours?” he asked.
“Yep. It pays the bills pretty well so far, so I don’t see the need to mess up a good thing. I get to indulge in flashy cars when the mood strikes and I plan to keep it that way,” the dice master said casually. He did love pretty cars, after all. It was something him and the other resident CEO had in common, besides the fact both had legions of fan girls and guys that worshipped the very ground they stepped upon.
“Yeah, with the school rules I can’t work, but my parents were nice enough to get me that bike so I can get around. I’m sure being rich is nice enough, but as long as I have enough to pay the bills and have a night out or two when I’m on my own I’ll be happy,” he explained. He didn’t see the need for all that flashy shit. Too gaudy for him. At that moment his phone buzzed, and he checked it. It was a text from Yugi telling them to come meet them at the club and that Jou was meeting them there.
“Well, dice boy, looks like we’re meeting up with the crew. Let’s go,” he said as he threw his coffee away. He hated coffee, but wasn’t about to tell Ryuji that. And the other had totally ordered a chick drink on top of that, but considering his eyeliner and leather fetish, he knew he shouldn’t have been surprised. He wondered if his fan girls had figured out he was flaming yet, or if maybe they were into it. Judging from what he say at that club last night, fan girls liked the thoughts of guys getting it on, which was slightly disturbing to him. And he hoped tonight he wouldn’t have to witness his best friend slutting himself out again. That had been disappointing to say the least, and he had every intention of getting into Jou’s business about it when he saw them. With that thought he hopped onto his motorcycle, and when he felt his kind of more than friend place his hands on his hips, he took off.
*
“So, Yugi, what are your after high school plans?” the white haired boy asked his koi as they lay around actually working on their essay instead of each other’s bodies.
“Well, since I am the King of Games, I’m going to hit up international duel tournaments and make myself some money. Then I’m going to go college for business and take over the game shop,” he explained, “What about you?”
“Well, I think I’m going to go back to England for college. I miss it there. I want to be an English professor,” he said in his charming little accent.
“Yeah, Anzu is going to America for dance school and Honda’s going into the military, so you’re not the only one moving away. I’m going to miss everyone,” he said wistfully.
“I think we’ve all experienced more than enough adventures together, considering all the soul sharing and world saving we’ve all been dragged through. It’ll be a nice change to just do what we want. I wonder what our spirits’ legal plans are,” the Brit wondered out loud. Both of the yamis were quite happy dealing and using drugs at the moment in the next town. The only came to Domino to hang out every once in a while. Usually on the weekends when they could hit up Black Chaos to sell some merchandise while getting fucked up dressed as someone else. It was pretty smart, to sell when no one knew who you really were.
“Legally? Atem’s going to college to study history. No idea what the thief is up to. You know him better than I do,” the boy with the tri-colored hair pointed out.
“I don’t think he understands that there are legal ways to get money, so he probably has no real plans. You know, the pharaoh used to be so righteous. It’s kind of funny he ended up as a drug dealer,” Ryou smiled.
“Are you kidding? He spent many a times on his throne smoking opium. He told me all about it. When he stepped down and Set took the throne, he went into the opium trade and never looked back,” Yugi revealed, shocking the other boy. The pharaoh had always seemed like a hard core good guy. He would’ve never guessed he was into that kind of stuff. Well, he didn’t expect his yami to houseclean naked while singing along to American rap songs, either, so he guess it didn’t matter.
“Have you ever done drugs, Yugi?” he asked, curiously.
“Well, no, but I’m changing that. Atem is bringing us some stuff to try out. Jou will be able to tell me what it what and if it’s too bad, considering his gang past and whatnot. They’ll be here soon, as will Honda and Otogi. We’re going to have a party! You’ll join in, right?” Yugi asked, hoping he didn’t freak Ryou out with his need to experiment.
“I’ve never done anything like that before. I’m not sure. But I’m sure this one time won’t hurt anything,” he reassured himself more than Yugi. The last thing he want to do was end up as some kind of drug addict, wasting away his life and money to some substance. But he did know that weed wasn’t that bad or addictive, so he decided to do that if it was available.
“I’m not sure what he’s bringing, or that Jou will do anything. I hope I can convince him to. Honda and Otogi shouldn’t be too hard to convince, though. It’s going to be so much fun!” he exclaimed. He got a text at that moment from Atem telling him he had dropped of his ‘favors’ outside the back door, but that he wouldn’t be staying because he and Akefia had some business to attend to elsewhere. With that Yugi grinned, went to go pick up his presents and awaited the arrival of his friends.
*
Jou had received Yugi’s texts as he frantically shoved all his belongings into a couple of gym bags and his backpack. The great thing about being poor meant that he didn’t have that much stuff to worry about. He knew Yugi and the gang wanted to get high of their asses today, and he had mixed feelings about. Being in a gang and living with a drug addict gave him a front row seat to what drugs were capable of, and he didn’t want that happening to any of his friends. Then again he knew Atem wouldn’t have brought them anything too bad and that it was more than likely a one-time deal. He knew Yugi was smarter than to make it a regular habit. And he and Honda had spent many an evening together smoking pot, eating junk food, and watching bad movies, so he had no right to say anything. Some pot would actually be great, considering the pain he was in. Maybe a couple of narcotic pain killers, too. Some shit to numb him up and mellow him out. It would make work a hell of a lot easier tonight.
He shot Seto a text when he first heard of the plan, telling him to drop by Black Chaos and join in on their party later. He knew the other would never agree to it, but he didn’t want him to feel uninvited. And besides, Seto could really use a couple of hits off a bong. Maybe then he’d smile, and maybe even laugh. So when he got a text from Seto asking what time he was shocked to say the least, but pleasantly so. He just hoped Seto wouldn’t freak out too much when he saw just how close he and Yugi really were, considering he seemed the ultra-possessive type. It didn’t matter who they dated, they always made time for each other. It was a type of love he couldn’t explain. It wasn’t as intense and as all-consuming as his new found passion for Kaiba, but instead it was comfortable and natural. They didn’t even have to think about it. They would never fully commit to each other, but yet they would always be together none the less.
He got all of things together in solitude, considering his dad was passed out due to crashing from a week-long binge in his own room. When he closed the door behind him, he smiled as wide as he could, because he had no intention of coming back. He was going to be living it up in the Kaiba mansion; his dad and his money woes could kiss his ass. Maybe he’d sell himself to pay for his habits to know what he put his son through. Maybe someone would off his sorry ass. Jonouchi quit caring a long time ago. When he realized his father saw him as nothing more but a bartering chip he quit trying to forgive the man and excuse his behavior. He reached the club rather quickly, and knocked on the door, not really knowing what to expect out of all of this. He just wanted to not hurt for a while and celebrate his now-found freedom. And when Yugi opened the back door to the club holding up a bag full of various goodies, he knew he was going to do just that.
*
Being enraptured with work, Seto hadn’t even noticed his younger brother come in until he coughed rather loudly to get his attention.
“Niisama! You’re going out tonight!” he yelled, lips pouted and arms crossed.
“Busy,” was his monosyllabic reply.
“I went through your phone. You’re going wherever Jonouchi invited you, and you’re going to have fun.”
“Why?” he asked, wondering why his little brother was being especially persistent today.
“Because you two are going to get married, duh! I’m too young for him but you’re not! And I know you like him or you wouldn’t talk about him all the time, big brother. And if you two are going to be together you have to be involved with each other’s lives. That’s how relationships work,” he explained, his dark blue eyes glittering brightly.
“We’re not in a relationship, Mokuba,” he answered. It was true. Though they had declared love and were going to be living together, they had never actually agreed to a relationship.
“So you’re going to let Yugi beat you at something else? Everyone knows he and Jou are together. He’s already beat you at duel monsters, you going to let him win over Jou too?” asked the manipulative preteen. Seto simply raised an eyebrow, an amused look on his face, but not revealing anything. He knew Mokuba was smart and he would figure it out. He was a Kaiba after all. Mokuba scowled and tapped his foot impatiently.
“By the way, Mokuba, have a maid prepare a guest room. We will be having company,” the elder brother said calmly, noticing his brother’s perplexed face.
“Who?” he asked suspiciously. They never had guests. Like, ever. Except the friends he snuck in, but they always holed up in Moukba’s room.
“It’s a surprise. Now if you’ll leave me alone, I’ll go wherever it is the dog is at, okay?” he relented, because he was curious what Jonouchi and company really did in their spare time. Did they play duel monsters ALL the time? Surely not, especially since Yugi doesn’t know how to lose. Were all those friendship speeches thinly veiled references for group sex? No, because who would want to fuck Anzu? Or Honda? He could see Otogi getting some ass, though. After all, he was pretty and rich. Not hot and filthy rich like him, but still pretty and rich. What was weird was Yugi and Jonouchi being together. Yugi just screamed virgin. Oh God, did Yugi TOP? That thought sent a violent shudder through his body.
Mokuba scampered out of the office smiling, a credit card he lifted from Seto’s wallet last week burning a hole in his pocket. He was definitely going to buy some erotic manga and pocky, in that order. Seto piddled around on his laptop for a while longer before he got yet another text from his puppy. It told him to get some medicine that induced vomiting and hurry his ass up, that there was an emergency, and when he got there to come around back. He sighed and decided to comply, wondering what the hell was going on. Maybe it was best he didn’t ask questions.
*
Not too much later he found himself pulling up to the almost whorehouse and heading towards the back entrance. He heard Yugi before he saw him, and something was definitely wrong.
“RED EYES! I promise I didn’t mean to take you from your master, just don’t let the Kuriboh eat me! They’re multiplying, and they’re coming for me. When is Blue Eyes going to come and save me? Oh God, you raped Blue Eyes, didn’t you? Your illegitimate lovechild, Red Eyes White Dragon, is going to eat me! Red Eyes I’m scared!” he heard the frantic voice of Yugi, but had no idea what the fuck he was talking about.
“Yugi, calm down! I told you not to put those fucking mushrooms on your salad. You’re just having a bad trip. I am not the Red Eyes Black Dragon, I didn’t rape the Blue Eyes White Dragon, and there is no bastard lovechild with plans of eating you. I’m Jonouchi, and Kaiba is on his way with medicine to make you puke that shit up, and we’ll proceed on with getting you fucked up as planned, you got it?” he saw Jonouchi with his hands placed sternly on the shorter teens shoulders, talking with a low, even voice
“If I don’t know what time it is I’m going to freeze to death! What time is it?” he asked desperately while Kaiba just hung back and watched awkwardly.
“Last time I checked it was 5:30,” he answered, glancing up and meeting Kaiba’s bewildered gaze, “Now Kaiba’s here, and he’s got something for you to drink. It tastes like shit but you’ll feel better afterwards, okay?”
“I’m a vampire, if I drink the holy water I’ll die! You’re trying to kill me!” the short teen screamed frantically, and Jonouchi rolled his eyes, and snatched the medicine from Kaiba’s hands and thrust it into Yugi’s.
“Actually it’s type AB blood, right out of a virgin’s breasts,” he deadpanned, but this seemed to work because Yugi drained the bottle. Immediately afterward he ran off to the side and began vomiting his guts up.
“So, where did Yugi get mushrooms?” Kaiba asked, looking at Jonouchi and trying to avoid the retching sounds.
“Pegasus always keeps a stash in his private fridge. Yugi was making salad and thought they would be delicious on top of it. I took him out here because he was convinced Otogi was a robot alien trying to abduct him and turn him into a robot alien. He decided I was an angel sent to save him and followed me out here, but then he decided I was Red Eyes Black Dragon. Not sure why, but he did. Once he pukes that shit up though, he should be fine. Thank God you decided to be a teenager and get out of the office to come help out,” he sighed before pulling out a blunt and lighting it, taking some puffs, before heading off to Yugi.
“Here, smoke this. It’ll make the nausea go away,” he said, offering Yugi the very pungent pot. Seto wrinkled his nose in response. So this was what the group planned on doing. Getting high. He wondered if they did this often. None of them seemed like the type of people to use drugs, but then again he didn’t know them that well. When he heard coughing he knew Yugi must’ve taken the blonde up on his offer.
“Is this weed?” he asked innocently before trying again, and still coughing up a storm.
“Yes. You’re the one that decided that you wanted to try drugs out, so here you go. Now you know to avoid mushrooms. All weed will do is make you hungry and happy, and possibly horny. Not a big deal. I don’t want you getting into that other shit Atem bought, because most of it is highly addictive and will knock you on your ass. Hey Kaiba, wanna hit?” he offered, holding the blunt out and smiling at him. The brunette looked at it warily. He was always the picture of responsibility, and smoking pot was definitely not responsible. It stank, made you cough, and probably made you an idiot. It didn’t seem very appealing to him at all, “You could do to loosen up a bit and live a little,” the blonde encouraged at seeing Seto glare at the drug.
He knew Jonouchi was right, because he was rather uptight. He knew others often said he acted as though he had a pole shoved up his ass. He hesitantly took the blunt from Jonouchi’s hand and took what he soon figured out was an entirely too big puff. He nearly choked, but managed to only cough a little. He tried again, and coughed only a little. On the third try he didn’t cough at all, and he suddenly felt very strange. In what he decided was a good way. The trio passed it around until it was gone, and were all now glassy eyed and smiling at nothing in particular. Yugi’s hysteria had passed.
“Jonouchi, Kaiba’s smiling. You know that means a puppy died,” Yugi said solemnly.
“Oh shit, you’re right. My life is in danger. If he laughs I’m probably dead,” he replied, which caused the CEO to laugh. And it wasn’t maniacal. The other two teens looked at each other with bewilderment before deciding they wanted to laugh to. It wasn’t funny but they laughed anyway.
“You know everyone inside is probably wondering where we’re at, and I’m fucking hungry. I say we ditch them and go get food,” the perpetually hungry Jonouchi declared. The other two agreed and headed to Kaiba’s car. Driving was an experience because Kaiba thought the road was moving, and even though he had cottonmouth, he was smoking a menthol cigarette as he navigated through town, going way under the speed limit. He wasn’t sure why he was smoking, but he was. It was difficult because he kept laughing at the nonsense that sprung out of passenger’s mouth. Finally they decided to actually stop somewhere overly classy (Kaiba’s choice) and meandered inside. The hostess eyes them critically before dumping them off at a table in the furthest corner of the restaurant.
“Can we have a threesome?” Yugi asked out of the blue, earning startled stares from the other two teens.
“Yugi, are you capable of thinking with the head on your shoulders or is it always the one in your pants?” Jonouchi asked seriously.
“What, you two are the hottest guys on the planet. Who wouldn’t want to be in on that?”
“I seriously doubt Kaiba is into threesomes, and you know I can’t stand them. The answer is a definite no,” Jonouchi said firmly as their appetizers appeared.
“You’ve had a threesome before?” Kaiba asked.
“Yeah, they suck. Too complicated. Haven’t you?” he asked right back.
“No.”
“Jonouchi, now we have to. We have to take his threesome virginity. He’ll be on top, you’ll be in the middle, and I’ll bottom. It’ll be great. A Jonouchi sandwich!” Yugi exclaimed cheerfully, and Jonouchi face palmed.
“Maybe later if he’s up to it, I’m not in the mood to be sandwiched today,” he smiled as he munched on the food he couldn’t pronounce. Why there was French restaurant in Japan was beyond his comprehension, but it figured that classy as hell Kaiba would want to eat there.
“So Kaiba, have you and Jonouchi fucked yet? Or have you spent this project time kicking each other’s ass?” Yugi asked, and Kaiba laughed at the forwardness of the question. He always thought of Yugi as demure and soft spoken, and it was becoming clear that didn’t describe him at all. Then again the fact they were pretty damn stoned might have something to do with it.
“Let’s just say we’re getting along,” he answered vaguely, wanting to get off the subject of his sex life.
“Oh so he gave you a blow job. Makes sense,” he nodded in understanding.
“No, Yugi, it means we decided to stop being immature dicks to each other and show each other some respect. You know, growing up? By the way, Kaiba, you’re rich ass is paying for this. You should’ve picked somewhere a hell of a lot cheaper if you wanted us to pay,” the amber eyed teen informed him and he shoveled away at the rich dish before him.
“Fine. Is that why you two ordered the most expensive things off the menu?” he didn’t have a problem with it, because he could certainly afford it, but wanted to make them feel bad all the same. Instead, they nodded and smiled shamelessly.
“I’ll be more than happy to go down on you to pay you back,” Yugi informed him, winking. Jonouchi just rolled his eyes.
“If I would’ve known that weed would go straight to your dick I wouldn’t have given you any. Can you try to pretend that you don’t want in his pants? Or at least be more subtle about it?” Jonouchi sighed, running a hand through his messy locks. Kaiba felt awkward to say the least, considering his longtime rival was appraising him as if he were a piece of meat and he was the butcher. He didn’t remotely think of Yugi in that way. He was way too short and he looked way too young. The obviously not-innocent amethyst eyes turned their prey-seeking gaze on Jonouchi, who had ordered another plate of food and was wolfing it down. Someone had a bad case of the munchies.
“I can’t pronounce any of this shit, but it sure is good. I think I’ll learn French just so I can take a trip to France and eat myself into oblivion. You’ve got good tastes, Kaiba,” the blonde said earnestly.
“No shit. I’m Seto Kaiba, what else do you expect?” his massive ego made its grand appearance. He was rather full of himself, it wasn’t like it was a secret. The other teens rolled their eyes and laughed.
“Kaiba, have you ever heard of something called modesty?” Yugi asked rather boldly.
“Shit, if we looked like him and owned a company we’d be just as bad. At least he’s not vain like Otogi. That guy is infatuated with himself and primps more than Mai. Seriously, I stayed at his place once. It took him over a fucking hour to get ready for school, and then he spent another five minutes checking himself out. I thought I was going to puke,” Jonouchi said. Kaiba was not surprised, neither was Yugi. Eventually they all managed to satisfy their hunger and piled back into Kaiba’s car, Yugi sitting on Jonouchi’s lap in the front seat. He also turned the radio onto some pop station, cranked up the volume and sang along with gusto. Kaiba quickly cut it off, scowling. He didn’t like people touching his stuff.
“Asshole,” Yugi pouted before nuzzling himself into Jonouchi’s chest and hugging him tightly; who didn’t seem to mind as he lit another blunt and smoked it nonchalantly.
“I wonder how fucked up everybody decided to get without us,” he mused out loud, passing it to Kaiba.
“I’m driving,” the brunette said flatly.
“So? You’re windows are tinted so no one will see, and this stuff is too good to share with the other guys. This shit will put you in another dimension,” he replied. It was indeed much stronger than the one they had shared at the back of the club, higher quality, probably from America. Kaiba reluctantly took it, hardly believing that he was acting so irresponsibly. What would the media do if they got ahold of this? It would surely ruin him, but then again the pleasant swimming of his head was rather nice, so he smoked some more. It definitely tasted stronger, and he felt it immediately. Driving became nearly impossible as everything seemed to be floating yet sinking at the same time. Yugi took the weed from him and decided to join the other two on their higher plane. By the time they reached the club, the blunt was gone and the three felt like they could barely move. Jonouchi’s pain was long forgotten about at that point. He felt completely numb yet also felt as he was tingling all over, and incredibly heavy yet impossibly light. Work would definitely be fun tonight, and Yugi had the same thought.
They were too high to speak or laugh, and all Kaiba could seem to think about was how Jonouchi’s hair shimmered in the sunlight. He was staring quite intensely at the golden tresses without realizing it. He was completely mesmerized as the other ran a hand through the perfectly messy locks, and was frozen on the spot as bloodshot amber eyes met his critical gaze. And all Jonouchi could do was stare into those endlessly azure eyes. He felt like he was trapped in the ocean that was Kaiba’s eyes and he couldn’t swim for the life of him. He was sinking slowly into their depths, helpless to swim against the tide. He was drowning and didn’t want to come up for air. Yugi noticed their stare off from behind, but didn’t care to break it. He was too busy checking out their asses. Kaiba’s was smaller, tighter than Jonouchi’s rather shapely muscular one. They were both perfect, though, in their own separate ways.
“Breathtaking,” Jonouchi spoke without realizing he was doing so, in complete awe at the sight that was Seto Kaiba. His smooth pale skin, his defined high cheekbones, his aristocratic nose, his perfectly pick lips, the bottom lip fuller than the top with its shallow cupid’s bow. And those damn eyes, whose red rims only seemed to intensify how blue they really were.
“Perfection,” he whispered at his assessment. Because surely what was before him was the true definition of beauty. How had he not noticed it before? He had, but not with such startling clarity. It hit him full force and he found it hard to breathe normally, and approached the divine being with wonder. He had to touch him, to see if he was real. His hand graced over the delicately sculpted face with awe, and Kaiba just looked back at him curiously. Jonouchi’s wondrous expression took him back a bit, as did the words he had whispered. No one had ever looked at him like that before, or caressed him so gently. He felt himself leaning into the touch, willing the other to continue, and reached up to touch that glimmering hair. It ran so smoothly through his fingers, smoother than satin, and its color made the finest gold seem dull.
“Seto…,” he breathed softly, moving his touch to the other’s gracefully curved neck, and he moved even closer, and Jonouchi’s warm sandalwood scent invaded Kaiba’s nostrils. They were completely lost in each other, the world ceasing to exist around them.
“Katsuya…,” he responded, his hand leaving Jonouchi’s hair to run a thumb over Jonouchi’s plump lips, reveling in how soft they were. Without a conscious thought to, he leaned down to kiss those lips at which he marveled at. They were warm and inviting against his, kissing back with a slow passion. No kiss either had ever had come close to comparing to the one they shared now. It might have been because they were high, but that didn’t take away from its magic. It was languid, exploratory, slowly building in intensity as Jonouchi gripped Kaiba’s slender waist and ran his hands up his sides, enthralled at the way Kaiba shivered under his touch. Kaiba in turn splayed his hand in the dip of Jonouchi’s back, pulling his body flush against his. Jonouchi really was fire, and he was setting him ablaze with the way his tongue danced against his own, the way his body melded so well with his own, and his slow, teasing touch. Yugi watched, slack jawed and wide eyed. This had to be the hottest thing he had ever seen. He was definitely turned on, and for that reason he dared not interrupt. Maybe if he was lucky they’d go all the way right in front of him. He didn’t know when the two had decided to hook up, and frankly he didn’t care. This was a vast improvement over their fighting. The magical moment, though, was interrupted by the ringing of Jonouchi’s cell phone. He watched as the blonde’s eyes snapped opened as he uttered a whine of disappointment and answered the offending device.
Kaiba didn’t move, and looked quite confused at what had just transpired, his gaze wandering over to Yugi, who was blushing at being caught watching. He, too, was disappointed that the spectacle had come to an end.
“I won’t say anything to anybody, don’t worry. Don’t be embarrassed, because that was definitely the hottest thing I have ever seen. I am insanely jealous,” Yugi told him as Jonouchi wrapped up his conversation.
“Time to go inside, Honda’s bitching for us,” he announced, his walk sloth-like as he made his way to the back door. And with that they entered the club to face everyone else, completely stoned and wondering what else their evening would bring.
*
Hm. I’m wondering what’ll happen next. I would update more, but being a working mom going to school full time doesn’t leave me with too much time to write. And my mind is constantly coming up with different ideas of where this should go. I know I’m planning on more drama, more angst, more sex, and more songs. I may have bitched about angst before, but since that’s the category it’s under I figured I need to stick some more in. And if you’ve ever smoked good weed than you know that you do usually find yourself transfixed on something, and that if you do make out with somebody it’s super intense. Been there, done that. Alas, though, my reckless days are behind me, so I must live vicariously through these characters.
Anyways, drop me a review or something. I love those, and it gives me immense motivation to continue.
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