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School Week	By : Ykarzel Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8332 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tuesday Night :-:-:-:-:

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<*))><

Tristan tried not to be nervous as Devlin practically
dragged him to his car. �I didn�t know
you drove,� Tristan observed.

�I live close enough to walk, usually,� Devlin answered,
opening the car door and practically forcing Tristan inside. He crawled into the driver�s seat and started
the car. �I just figured I�d want to get
home quickly today.�

Tristan thought on that a minute. �Dev?�

�Hmm?�

�Were you planning this?�

Devlin smirked.
�Today you were my mission.�

Tristan lost the fight against his nerves.

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~Bon matin~><{{*> <*))><~morning~

�Yami,� Joey said as they all climbed into the car. �Can we stop at my place? I really need to
get a bunch of clothes to leave at Seto�s.�

�Aren�t you afraid that woman will be there?�

�Nah,� Joey answered.
�It�s been three days she�s long gone by now.�

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~Je
t�adore, Fish~~><{{^>
<*))><~~*blush*~

When they pulled into a driveway, Tristan was surprised at how
quaint the house looked. It definitely
did not look like a house lived in by a single male teenager. In fact Tristan was waiting for the family of
four to pour out of the red front door and play on the lawn.

�Do you maintain this all by yourself?� Tristan asked,
noticing that the lawn was freshly cut.

Devlin blushed slightly.
�Mostly.
I try to at least, this place is my palace. But honestly, I have a guy who cuts the grass
once a week and a lady who comes in to clean every two weeks. But I do all the gardening and all the
cleaning in between, and all the cooking.�

Tristan had a sudden image of Devlin in an apron with a
feather duster and snickered. �What?�
Devlin asked, still blushing.

�You�re going to make somebody a nice house wife someday,� Tristan
answered with a grin.

�Yeah well,� Devlin said, walking in front of Tristan to
hide his embarrassment. �Let me know if your interested.�

�We could adopt a few kids,� Tristan went on. �I�m sure you�ll make a great mom.�

Devlin whipped around and grabbed Tristan, pressing their
bodies together. �Why don�t we try
making them first? Maybe we�ll be a
medical miracle.�

Tristan quit his snickers, realizing that Devlin would only
turn around and tease him back.

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~><{{^>
<*))><~I love you too, Poisson~

�If I�m not back in five minutes send a search party.�

Joey jogged up the steps to his house. He opened the door and headed for the
kitchen, thinking to grab some of the instant popcorn they had for the movie
tonight.

There was a half naked woman on his counter.

�Oh my GOD!� Joey screamed turning
his back on her. He shook his head for a
moment, trying to force the image out.

�I�m terribly sorry,� she said, and he heard her bare feet
hit the floor. �I just seem to have
misplaced my top.�

�Erm,� Joey responded, not sure
what to say as he�d actually never faced this problem before. It was rare that his father�s women stuck
around until the afternoon. He must have
been getting them some place new recently.
�I just, wanted to get some popcorn.�

�Oh please go ahead,� she said saucily. �I won�t be embarrassed.�

Joey gave a forced laugh.
It wasn�t her embarrassment he was worried about.

�You�re cute. You�re
not his son, are you?�

�Ah, yes I am,� Joey responded, trying to back up to the
drawer where the popcorn was kept without turning around.

�That�s hard to believe.�
Her voice was getting closer and Joey nearly tripped over his feet. �You�re so much better looking.�

�Yes well,� Joey answered, trying to force his voice
steady. �I�m only sixteen.� He said it both to justify the way he looked,
and to warn her away from him.

�You don�t look sixteen either,� she said, getting
closer.

Joey, deciding popcorn was not worth this, shouted and ran
from her. An unfortunately placed chair
leg impeded his escape. He fell forward,
but an arm caught him and kept him from hitting the floor. Realizing who it belonged to,
he never wanted to smash his face into the floor more in his life. He tried to crawl away, but her arm
restrained him, and his strength had deserted him in his panic.

�Joey?� came a voice from the
doorway.

Joey�s heart nearly gave out in relief. �Yami, thank god.�

Yami found himself staring at an interesting scene. Joey was on the floor, attempting to escape
the clutches of a topless woman. He
wanted an camera, badly.

The woman released Joey�s arm, putting her hands on her
hips. �Who are you?� she asked
hotly. Yami wished she would at least have
some shame and attempt to cover herself.
She was going to put somebody�s eyes out with those.

�I�m his boyfriend,� Yami answered.

The woman, resentful at no longer being the sexiest thing in
the room, grabbed Joey off the floor and held him against her. Yami was afraid Joey was going to pass out,
and he looked close to it. �You mean to
tell me that this beautiful boy would lower himself to the likes of you?�

Yami stalked forward and grabbed Joey, yanking him away from
her. �Actually, he does lower himself
for me, nightly. Now kindly take those elsewhere.�

She stomped hard with one foot, and Yami closed his eyes in
order to protect them. She turned and
stormed out of the room, and Yami noticed that her bra was sticking out of the
back of her pants.

�Joey are you alright?�

Joey slowly came upright.
�Yami I would kiss you right now.�

Yami laughed and gave Joey a pat on the back. �I�m sorry you had to witness that Joey. Don�t worry, Seto will
make you forget all about it later tonight.�

Joey gave one last shudder, and grabbed the popcorn out of
the drawer.

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<*))><~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tristan sat awkwardly on the edge of Devlin�s couch. The green eyed boy returned a moment later
with two sodas, handing one to Tristan.
�So, what would you like for dinner?�

Tristan blinked.
�You�re making me dinner?�

�Well of course I am, if you�re staying until nearly midnight I�m going to feed you.�

Tristan blushed. �I
don�t care, whatever you make best.�

Devlin smiled. �Okay. So what would you like to do now?�

�Erm, I don�t know.�

�Let�s play game,� Devlin said, grabbing a deck of cards of
the coffee table.

Tristan was slightly surprised, but nodded. An hour later, they were still playing cards,
having moved on from poker to war to go fish.
Tristan didn�t know what to do.
Devlin hadn�t done anything to him.
In fact, they hadn�t even touched.
Actually, in a moment of complete honesty with himself, Tristan was disappointed.

�Do you like fish?� Devlin asked.

�Erm, sure,� Tristan answered.

�Good,� he answered.
�You win. I�m going to start on
dinner, you want to help?�

Tristan followed.
Devlin pulled a Tupperware container out of the refrigerator. When he opened it, the smell of soy sauce
smacked Tristan in the face. It took him
a minute to realize that the fish had been marinating in it. Devlin took salmon out and put it on a tray. He began to walk out of the kitchen, and
Tristan followed him, confused.

They ended up on the back porch, where Devlin lit up a
grill. To say Tristan was impressed
would have been an understatement. He
was floored by how independent the other boy was.

�It takes about an hour,� Devlin explained, turning around
to face Tristan. �We should stay out
here with it though. Fish burns easily.�

�It�s nice out,� Tristan observed.

�Here I�ll show you the garden,� Devlin said, grabbing
Tristan�s hand. The brunette gasped
slightly at the touch. It was the most
contact they�d had the whole time. �This
is my vegetable garden. Not much is
ready yet, but everything will be ready by fall. The flower garden is out front, that�s the
most impressive in the sum��

Tristan cut off Devlin�s explanation with a hot kiss. He just couldn�t take Devlin�s distance any
longer. He expected, based on his
behavior this afternoon, the other teen to resist, but Devlin gave in
completely to his control. Tristan was
reminded of what Joey had said earlier.
Devlin wasn�t avoiding him, he was waiting for
Tristan to take over.

�Shall we go sit on the porch?� Devlin asked breathlessly,
hooded green eyes staring up at Tristan.
The brunette nodded, leading Devlin over to the padded lawn chair. He sat down and pulled Devlin onto his lap,
seeking out his lips for another kiss.
Devlin�s hands buried themselves into Tristan�s hair, while Tristan�s
wrapped his around Devlin�s waist.

It was lucky they were close enough to smell the fish, or it
would have burned.

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Their movie over, the five
teenager lounged on various pieces of furniture in the room, tossing popcorn at
each other or themselves.

�So Joey,� Yugi said, sitting up
and allowing all the popcorn that had accumulated on him to fall to the
floor. �We haven�t seen you for a few
days. Tell us about your relationship
with Seto.�

Joey rolled his eyes. �Yug, if you wanna know what da sex is like, jus ask me what da sex is
like.�

�What�s the sex like?�

�Outta dis world,� Joey answered.
�I�m not comin in limpin
for notin you know.
I mean, I don intend to let him be in charge all da
time, but right now I�m not mindin in the slightest.�

�Better keep that frame of mind,
Pup,� said a voice above him. Seto looked
to Yugi. �Nobody answered and the door
was unlocked. I hope you don�t mind.�

Yugi shrugged; he could care
less.

Seto turned back to Joey. �There will be a cold day in hell before I
allow you any kind of control.�

Joey stood up in his chair,
making him taller than Seto for once, and leaned over the back of it to give
his boyfriend a proper greeting. �You�re
home early, love,� he said softly after pulling away just far enough to form
words.

�I had a reason to come home.�

�Did you stop at the store?� Joey
asked sweetly.

�Of course, dear,� Seto answered.

�Good.� Joey leaned forward, and kissed Seto
again. The brunette reached out and
pulled Joey against him as much as the chair would allow. Joey pulled their lips apart to kiss Seto�s
neck. Slowly his lips traveled up to
Seto�s ear. �You forget, my love, how
much control of you I already have. You
can�t resist me, and therefore, I own you.�

Seto growled, and pulled Joey off
the chair and into his arms. �Say
goodbye to your friends Joseph,� he instructed sternly.

Joey smiled at them and gave a
light wave, very pleased with himself.

Ryou bit his lip as they left,
but managed to wait until the door closed to speak. �Joey just got in a lot of trouble. Seto�s going to pound him.�

�I think that was his goal,� Yami
observed.

�Well guys, guess this party is
over, we all have homework to do yet.
See you tomorrow Ryou.�

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Bakura wanted sex. He
couldn�t help it, but Ryou was laying on his bed doing
his homework, kicking his legs back and forth, and being completely
adorable. Bakura knew he wasn�t going to
get sex by asking for it. They�d already
had sex this afternoon, and last night, and yesterday afternoon. Ryou would only want to cuddle tonight. Not that Bakura minded the cuddling. It was worth it for the amount of sex he got. Hell, losing a limb would be worth it for the
amount of sex he got. But he didn�t want
to cuddle right now, he wanted sex.

The last thing he wanted to do was to resort to
begging. He had to find some way to
trick Ryou into giving him sex.

Ryou flipped over, resting the back of his head on his
homework. �I�m hungry.�

Bakura jumped out of his chair. �What do you want?�

Ryou raised an eyebrow at his yami�s
eagerness. �Actually, I could eat one of
those bagels.�

�Finish your homework,� Bakura instructed, fleeing the
room. Ryou was touched that Bakura would
do that for him, and turned back over to work on the last of his math problems.

Bakura came back up a few minutes later. �What took so long?� Ryou asked, closing up
his books and turning to look at Bakura.
There was no bagel in sight. �Oh,
I thought you were bringing me a bagel.�
That�s when he noticed Bakura�s pained expression. �What is it?�

Bakura pointed to his groin.
�I brought you a bagel,� he said through clenched teeth.

Ryou stared at the bulge in Bakura�s pants. He was aroused. After a very confused minute,
Ryou came to a horrifying conclusion.
With hands of lightening, he reached out and undid Bakura�s pants. He stared for a moment, then
burst into laughter.

�Bakura, what the fuck?� he shouted. There was his yami
with a bagel, the center hole increased, around his erection, which was quickly
turning colors from the lack of blood flow.

�Ryou, it hurts, please get it off.�

There was no way Ryou would relent that quickly, he was
going to make Bakura suffer a little longer.
�If it hurts why didn�t you make the hole bigger?�

Bakura reached out and grabbed the corner post of the bed to
squeeze, his knuckles turning white.
�Well, it fit in the kitchen, but on the way up, I got harder, and fuck
Ryou please it really hurts.�

Rolling his eyes, Ryou reached out and started to tug the
bagel off. Bakura screamed and went
pale, nearly sinking to his knees. �Oh,
God,� he said breathlessly, tears forming in his eyes.

Ryou looked up at Bakura�s face and silently freaked
out. He�d never see his yami look like that.
In fact he was pretty certain if it had been him in that much pain he
would have passed out. His yami was so pale it made his eyes look a stark, frightening
blue.

Ryou reached out and grabbed Bakura�s hips, steadying him
and pulling him near. Careful not to
move it too much, he took a big bite out of the bagel, his teeth just grazing
against skin. �Oh, fuck,� Bakura said,
relief pouring from him as he relaxed.
Now that it was broken, Ryou tenderly removed the rest of the bagel. �Thank you.�

Chewing thoughtfully for a moment, Ryou reached for Bakura�s
hips again as he swallowed. He closed
his mouth around Bakura�s erection, sucking sweetly.

Bakura fisted a hand in his hair and pulled him off. �What the fuck are you doing?� Why the fuck am I objecting? he thought to himself.

Ryou pouted, that sexy little pout
he only used when they were together.
�You didn�t bring me any cream cheese.�
With that, he went back to his sucking.

His hand still fisted in Ryou�s
hair, Bakura used it for the exact opposite purpose. He pulled Ryou as close to him as the
boy�s mouth allowed. Bakura felt his
knees go weak for an entirely different purpose. Ryou never went down on him, not without
profuse amounts of, to Bakura�s embarrassment, begging and pleading.

God, this was better than sex. They had sex all the time. This was special. Ryou grinned to himself, wrapping his right
hand around the base of Bakura�s cock and cupping his balls with his left.

He stroked with one hand, fondled with the other, sucked so
his cheeks hallowed, and massaged Bakura�s slit with his tongue. Bakura groaned as the combined sensations
overwhelmed him. He came fast into Ryou�s mouth, and collapsed onto the bed not a heartbeat
later. He�d never, ever, been sucked off
while standing.

�God, Ryou,� he said, once he could breathe again. �That was incredible.�

Ryou bent over his yami and kissed
him soundly, enjoying the control that completely
sating Bakura gave him. Pinning Bakura
down by the shoulders and knowing confidently that he could overpower his yami gave him an intoxicating thrill.

It was that type of response that always made oral sex with
Bakura so much fun. Ryou knew it was
only dynamic because he made it hard to get.
But who could blame him? He
couldn�t use sex to manipulate his yami, because Bakura
was so damn irresistible that Ryou always gave in to him.

He looked Bakura straight in the eye. �Next time you want sex, ask for sex. Do not attach food to your gentiles in order
to get my attention.�

Bakura nodded, eyes slightly clouded with exhaustion. �I love you, Ryou,� he said as his eyelids
fluttered closed. Ryou grinned, kissing
Bakura again despite his lack of response, and curled up against him, sharing
body warmth as he was laying on all the blankets.

~Je~veux~avoir~des~enfants~avec~vous~amoureux~><{{*>
<*))><~~!!!~~~~~~~~~~

/><((*> Fish Says: Please join the Ykarzel
livejournal community. You can find a link in her user information,
or you can go to www dot livejournal dot com
/community/karzelcommunity. Through the community you�ll make friends
with others who read her stories also, and you�ll have easy access to all her
works, including the story she�s doing exclusively for the community. Those of you on fanfiction.net will find easy
access to the lemons.

(Y.C.C.: Well, finally we finished up day two. Only three more to go.
LoL. JOIN THE COMMUNITY LIKE FISH SAYS!)
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