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Twisted	By : KuroNekoFangirl Category: Yu-Gi-Oh 5D > General Views: 2011 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Credit for Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D’s belongs to Masahiro Hikokubo and Masashi Sato.

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Description: Just after Yusei started to fall for someone new, Akiza comes back to town, hoping to make her feelings known. At the same time, Yusei is now targeted by some people who…look just like his friends? Can he figure out what is going on before Akiza and his crush end up hurt or worse?
Romance, drama, suspense, action. Multi-chapter.
Rated: M for homosexual intentions
Couples mentioned: YuseixOC, YuseixAkiza, CrowxAki, CrowxOC, and more
Beta’d: NO ONE
Setting: Few months after the ending of the anime
A/N: Welcome…to Twisted and to Nanowrimo November 2015! This story will only be available on AdultFanfiction.org, due to the homosexual content of this story. Explicit homosexual scenes will also be available on Y!Gallery. This story will be updated every Saturday in November, with next week’s chapter updated on the 14^th.
So, on that note, on with the story!
Disclaimer: Credit for Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D’s belongs to Masahiro Hikokubo and Masashi Sato. No money or profit is made off this story, it is only for entertainment and fun purposes.

Sitting alone in the park used to be something he would look forward to. Now, all he could do was watching the passing crowds with a growing measure of annoyance and building anger. How could those kids keep playing as if the sun was still shining, or the sky was still blue? How could people pass him by, and not even notice the obvious lacking at his side?
It would usually be at this point, that a soft hand would gently curl around his own, cutting him off from whatever he was thinking of. Usually he would think so hard he would gain a migraine, but she was always able to cut him off before any more lines could be drawn on his face.
She would laugh, poke at the long line gracing his face, and tell him that he would become a grumpy old man for sure. She'd tell him to stop worrying and trust in himself, which would always silence any fear in his heart, no matter the problem. Her red smile would caress his own and the world would vanish the moment she breathed a relieved sigh into his mouth.
But he wouldn't have that, not anymore.
He felt his ire growing, chest constricting as the people continued to pass in front of him as if he were invisible. His fingers twitched around the smooth metal of the weapon in his pocket, his anger boiling enough to the point where he finally had no more remorse for picking off these stupid people until he was free.
She would be waiting, and he could be with her again.
That thought made a smile finally crack his face, stretching across his paper skin and splitting the dry, cracked lips. He would be with Aki again.
With his resolve finally ready, he shakily stood and scanned the crowd of the busy street in front of him. He took a few unsteady steps forward, catching the glimpse of two little green-haired children walking hand in hand with a lovely blonde he could only assume was their mother.
The little ones yanked on the woman's arm, pointing into the windows of the shops and pleading with their pitiful little faces for whatever crossed their minds. The little girl would chime in after her brother and would bat the pretty little eyelashes like Aki used to do.
He felt his heart constrict at the sweet smile that adorned the little girl's face. It should have been Aki smiling at him like that, not that ungrateful woman who claimed to be her guardian. Aki...should have lived.
His decision made, he moved to slide the weapon from his pocket, eyes never leaving the happy scene in front of him. However, before he could even remove the safety, another hand covered his own and constricted. He struggled, trying to shake off the offending hand from his weapon. "H-Hey!"
"Do you really think it's wise to take out your frustrations on a little girl?" Came the strange voice.
Through the haze of dehydration and starvation, he recognized the voice, though unable to place it. "You—"
"Don't get me wrong, your reasoning is flawless. I just think you could go about the whole thing a little bit differently than this, my friend." The stranger forced him to point the gun to the ground and out of his hands before he could think harder. "But, if you really want to see Aki again, I think I know someone who can help."
The sound of Aki's name was more than enough to get him to listen, but the promise of seeing her again made him look up. "See her again?!" He questioned, hopeful.
A slight chuckle. "You see, I knew you'd be into that. I know it's a little more complicated than causing a murder-suicide, but if we're lucky like I think we are, there's a chance we can keep Aki from passing on in another universe." The stranger knelt before him and though he tried his hardest to focus on the person in front of him, the face simply seemed to swirl around like a Picasso. "Then it'll be like the accident never happened. And Aki will be with us forever, wouldn't you want that?"
A wistful smile crossed his face before he could stop himself. Aki, back to him, back in this world, back in his life. The last few days had been torture without her, so the idea of having her back forever? It was heavenly.
"...Of course. I-I'll do anything! Please, I want Aki back, please!"
The stranger smiled a wicked grin that he never thought would cross such a face. "I know Crow; don't worry, I'll make sure to bring her back to you. As long as you do what I say." The stranger stood and motioned to the crowd, dropping the weapon back into his hands. "Now, don't let me interrupt you further. They stopped for ice cream, and something tells me they won't need it for much longer."

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Yusei sneezed from his place behind the tree. He froze instantly, forgetting momentarily that no one was paying him any attention, with all their focus on the little violinist taking center stage at the corner.  He relaxed, although mentally kicking himself once again for how stupid he had to be looking at that moment.
Yusei Fudo, the savior of the Satellite and New Domino City, crept around the oak trunk to watch the little violinist continue to perform for the crowd that had gathered.
Unremarkable, yet distinctive seemed to fit the violinist's persona. The long white hair floated on the low breeze decorating the late November air, tie low against a pale pink neck. The musician stood out from the crowd in silvery white clothes and a thick gray jacket, making him seem like a little white angel than a street performer.
And the music that vented out from the violin sounded as if it was made by an angel. Sometimes Yusei would recognize a tune, sometimes he wouldn’t. Regardless, he hadn’t hated a single song yet, and didn’t feel he would anytime soon either.
Yusei hadn't yet seen the angel’s eyes yet, but heard from second-hand witnesses on multiple occasions that were striking.
Not that he cared.
...Okay, of course he did.
It was only a stroke of pure chance that led Yusei down this street about two weeks previously. He had needed more parts for his runner, searching high and low for a quality seller and adequate product that could fit his needs. Finally, he had found an owner willing to give him a fair price with the needed parts in excellent shape in a part of town Yusei had never ventured into before. He quickly bought the parts he needed and scurried away, not liking the rest of the clientele his new friend catered to.
Not long after he left the shop, Yusei noticed an immediate change. Gone was the strong-armed atmosphere that Yusei had just encountered in the shop, but people were gathering in the street, crowding around one market stall in particular, silently swaying to the gentle and sweet ballad that drifted along the breeze.
Always curious, Yusei pressed closer, only to find a lithe violinist entrancing the dangerous crowd with a soothing and happy beat. The boy's eyes remained closed, but his fingers and bow flew over the strings with masterful precision. The crowd crowed and cheered when the last note sang out, dropping coins and notes into the open violin case.
Without pause, the boy launched into another song, and Yusei found himself listening for another hour before shivering and realizing the sun had fallen and the boy had disappeared when his eyes were closed. All night long, Yusei tossed and turned, the feelings inside his heart stirring, leaving him only with insomnia.
So developed his habit. Yusei tried to find some excuse every day to go visit the shop that had now become a money pit, just to get the chance to listen to the elusive violinist that had captured his ears. The shop owner knew him by name now, as evidenced by the: "Oh Yusei, you have these screws in shops closer to your place" or the: "Yusei, at least try to haggle with me" or, the newest one today: "For God's sake Yusei, you just bought this yesterday, just go talk to the kid!"
...Apparently, he wasn't as covert as he thought he had been.
Nevertheless, Yusei was planning on staying nearby, at least for another good hour. There was some surprisingly tasty bar food in one of the pubs around the corner, and if he offered to fix the air conditioner this time—
"Hey, you."
—Yusei could save some mone—EEUGH!
Yusei regretted to say that something resembling a squeak crossed with a choked jolt of surprise cascaded out of his mouth before acknowledging the one who had suddenly appeared beside him.
The famous duelist immediately blanched, caught face to face with the white-haired violinist, the other being entirely too amused at catching Yusei off-guard. Yusei felt his palms immediately start sweating, his heart starting to race, and the unmistakable turn in his stomach. Only this kid, whom he had never spoken to, could make him feel like this.
"Uh....um—"
"I can tell that I really surprised you, Mr. Fudo," The soft voice interjected, almost apologetic. Only his brightly lit azure eyes showed his real feelings. "I apologize for startling you, but I don't apologize for my reasons."
"...I wouldn't want you to," Yusei replied haltingly. "I was the one not paying attention, I should apologize."
The small smile grew slightly more. "Lost in the music is not ‘not paying attention.’ I should be flattered for such a reaction from a fan."
Yusei flushed. "So you noticed?"
"That I had a fan? Of course. I notice all of my admirers." The other cocked his head, silently looking Yusei over. "Didn't expect one such as handsome as you though; most are just thoughtless thugs."
Yusei couldn't help but preen at the compliment. He coughed once, scratching his neck as he turned away. "Well, when I had something pretty to watch..."
The other boy beamed, stretching out a single pale hand. "Junzell." The white-haired boy announced.
Yusei took it instantly. "Yusei Fudo."
Junzell shook it briefly before dropping their combined hands. "I am extremely honored to be meeting the Shooting Star of the Satellite and the savior of New Domino."
Yusei shrugged, his hand going to his hair and neck awkwardly. “I don't really go by those names though.”
"Modesty is very becoming on someone like yourself." Junzell remarked with a grin. "Maybe you can tell me more about it over dinner tonight?"
Yusei had no problem saying yes to such a simple request.

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After a modest dinner at the pub down the street, the two ended up walking down the street to Yusei's home. He wouldn't normally take someone back to his place, but since it was just him alone at the garage since his roommates had all but moved out, he figured it wouldn’t be an issue any longer.
The talk had remained light and conversational. Yusei didn’t share too much about himself, but Junzell wasn’t pressing for any kind of details that another person might have if he had ran into them on the street. Junzell talked about his music, some of the other admirers that came to watch him play, and they also chatted about duel monsters. At one point, the owner came by to ask Yusei to repair the air conditioner, and the dark-haired teen had spent a good half hour chatting the other’s ear off about the work he was doing to it.
Junzell had listened intently, asking several questions, which made Yusei’s opinion of him raise even more. He was a lot more relaxed by the time the check came, only to find that the owner had already made it for them on the house. They weren’t in any hurry to depart from each other, so Yusei had made the casual suggestion that they walk the path back to his place.
Yusei had had multiple girlfriends over the years. It was no shock that he was attractive, and anyone who knew him knew it too. Gender didn't matter in the Satellite, only the pleasure in the moment. He and his friends hadn’t necessarily cared about scoring any women, but it didn’t hurt their reputations either.
Yusei thought he was suave enough to handle any person he found attractive. However, when Junzell agreed to go back with him, he blanched.
And now, at the door to his place, Yusei was fumbling. Junzell seemed to be unaffected, but the dark-haired man was digging around in the corners of his mind as to what to do from that point. It had apparently been too long since he had been with someone normal, and not trying to kill him or destroy the world.
The door creaked open as Yusei held it open for Junzell to pass through.   He flicked the light switch on and winced. Suddenly he could see every flaw living alone for the past two months had left him with in the apartment. The overflowing trash, the dirty dishes piled around the living space, his D-Wheel practically ripped apart and exploded all over the garage ground and desk; all of them made Yusei flush with embarrassment. How could he have not straightened up even a little bit?!
Junzell stepped inside, shedding his large coat. “It’s cozy.” He remarked.
Yusei bit his lip. “No need to be nice, I know it’s a mess. If you want to sit on the couch for a second, I’ll see if I can find some tea.”
“Take your time.”
Yusei all but jumped at the suggestion, making a beeline for the tiny kitchenette sectioned off in the upper level. He yanked open every cabinet he could, growling at his inability to find anything. Finally, the last cabinet he wrenched open, he found Jack’s old bag of Blue Eyes White Dragon coffee. Feeling the beating he would undoubtedly get sometime in the future for daring to use it, Yusei quickly brewed them up and brought them out for the two to share.
He balked the moment he got to the bottom of the steps. “Ah, um—“
“Oh, I’m sorry, did I mess it up?” Junzell asked, dropping the papers he was holding back onto the desk.
“Ah, no, I just uh…well, it’s kinda complicated.” Yusei explained, placing two steaming mugs onto the scratched coffee table in front of the stiff couch. He immediately walked over to the cluttered desk and gathered them all out of the way. “I’m sorry about the mess…”
“Oh, don’t worry about it Yusei. It was all fascinating,” Junzell assured. His finger ran over all of the research sprawled out along its top. "This is amazing! If this works, this could completely change how D-wheels function! Instead of Ener-D, they could run completely on sense of will..." Junzell looked at the stunned man over his shoulder. "If you could figure out your math correctly anyway."
Yusei jaw audibly clicked shut. "...I'm amazed that you actually can understand the math..." He finally managed to say.
Junzell stuck out his tongue at him. "Just because I wasn't born the son of a famous scientist doesn't mean I don’t know things. I duel; I just haven't needed to ever since a certain someone changed the way people think about each other and our world." Junzell turned to put the papers back down. "Of course, I just have a stock D-wheel, nothing custom like yours."
Yusei was about to make a remark back, but he stopped when he started to notice a subtle change. Junzell was just standing, admiring his collection of books and notes detailing the Ener-D reactor, but all Yusei could focus on was everything about the boy in front of him.
Yusei forgot to breathe. Junzell had moved his long hair away from the nape of his neck, leaving creamy milk-white skin showing and tempting Yusei from his place behind him. Yusei could hear his heart thumping wildly in his chest and his breath getting haggard.
His mouth ran dry as Junzell continued to comb over the rest of the desk. Yusei's body made the decision for him, his hands and arms raising to envelop the boy from behind and pulling him against the satellite's chest. He gave into another desire and pressed his nose against the column of his neck. Something fresh like linen erupted into his nose, keeping him intoxicated.
The body in his arms stilled briefly before relaxing against him. "...I was wondering if you were going to make the first move," He murmured. His head lolled back against Yusei's shoulder, eyes slipping shut.
"And what if I hadn't?” Yusei asked into his throat.
"I don't like to lead—"
"Funny, I didn’t quite get that impression after you approached me first."
"—in bed."
The Satellite froze, head raising from the neck he was nuzzling. Yusei's brain had stopped functioning, but luckily another part of his body seemed to be functioning just perfectly for him.
Junzell giggled, pressing against the other's crotch. "I can see you're inspired," He joked as Yusei breathily groaned. "What kind of dirty thoughts are you thinking about from just one little statement?"
"Lots of things are going through my mind, but normal functions are not them." Yusei choked out.
"Is one of them taking me to bed and fucking me senseless?"
That broke Yusei's brain completely. "...Yes?"
Junzell giggled in response. “Here; I’ll help you figure out what you need then.” The boy slowly broke away from his tight grasp and spun around. His arms reached up around the Satellite’s neck and smiled with a molten glow in his blue irises.
And then, they kissed.
Yusei grabbed him harder, swallowing the other's gasp into his mouth. Their lips tangled as well as tongues, growing in intensity as each second ticked by. Hands slipped over clothing as their mouths continued to work over the other. Yusei especially loved the sneaky hand cupping and groping his crotch over his dark jeans.
In the midst of the haze, Yusei mused that they probably didn't need to start fucking in the middle of the cold garage with only a stiff couch as their source of bedding. So, reluctantly, he pulled away and dragged the other boy with him to the single bedroom that sat at the top of the stairs.
Yusei rarely used the room, preferring to either sleep in his desk chair or on the couch in the garage to keep his mind solely on his D-Wheel. It had a bed that had actually belonged to Jack when he had still lived there, long enough and was big enough to accommodate them both, as well as a barren closet and another desk that only held simple treasures like a few pictures and cards sent to him by his friends abroad.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Yusei was attacked again. They engaged in a deep tongue twisting battle that Yusei won easily. Junzell hummed appreciatively and ran his hands into Yusei’s scalp, grasping the back of his neck. They continued to kiss until they had backed to the edge of the bed.
Taking the opportunity, Yusei grasped the hair tie holding the silver-white tresses back and ripped it out of his hair. It fell around Junzell's neck and shoulders while the other took the chance to push Yusei's jacket off his shoulders onto the ground. The shirt came next as Yusei shrugged off his gloves.
Hands free, Yusei brushed his fingers through the other's hair while his left hand went to stroke Junzell's stomach and ass underneath his long shirt. The boy moaned into his mouth as his hands slid up the signer's back with the nails biting into his shoulder blades.
Yusei moved to remove Junzell's shirt. The other helped him, slotting against the signer like a snake as soon as it was gone. Their mouths barely moved from the other but slowed to a more sensual pace.
Junzell's arms went around Yusei's neck, nearly making the signer melt. They both landed against the bed, Junzell underneath Yusei, still entangled. Hands continued to run over patches of skin, any skin available, while still working to get them both completely naked. All the while, cocks were rubbing frantically against the other, making them moan.
Yusei hadn't ever really been with a man before. A quick fuck was a good stress reliever, and if the oral was good, it didn't matter who was giving the blow job. He knew the general mechanics, and it seemed that Junzell knew just about as much as he did. Anything else he knew was in the farthest corners of his mind, too far away for his lust-addled brain to grasp.
“L…Lube,” Yusei did manage to croak out between breathy kisses. “Gotta…get…”
“Mmhm.” Was all the other managed to say before looping his tongue in the Satellite’s mouth again. Yusei took the opportunity to peel himself away from the clingy boy underneath him, groping through the spindly nightstand. Jack did always like to be prepared with the girls he was with, and Yusei silently thanked him for it as he grasped a foil and a small cylinder of lube from within its depths.
Junzell giggled at the sight. “Someone was hoping something special.” He teased, sticking his tongue in the Satellite’s ear.
Yusei made a goofy face at him, making Junzell giggle again, before grasping the cylinder and opening it. It twisted off easily, but Yusei was shocked when the lid left the bottle. His eyes slipped shut, the smell of cinnamon and spice wafting into his nose and instantly making him more aroused.
“Oh god, that smells so good…” The boy beneath him whined. Apparently the lube was affecting him, too. His cock twitched underneath Yusei’s crotch, making them both groan at the sensation.
From what Yusei could remember, he would need lube in order to penetrate. From there, he hoped it would be kind of self-explanatory, or at least something like being with a woman.
Thankfully, he did know what hole to use.
He took the spice mixture and spread some of it onto his fingers. His appendages tingled under the cream and warmed pleasantly under his fingertips.
Yusei’s fingers slid between the boy’s spread legs, finding the entrance fairly easily. He circled it once, twice, before pushing the tip against it. Junzell jumped but moaned again as it warmed under Yusei’s touch. Hands clasped around his neck, biting into his shoulders.
Yusei took it as a sign of encouragement, pushing forward and pressing a finger inside. As soon as he got used to the rocking in and out, Yusei added another finger.
Junzell let out a weak hiss.
Yusei stopped short, looking up, about to say something when a hand pressed against his lips. “I’m fine,” Came the breathless response. “Come on, hurry up.” He urged, rolling against the fingers inside him.
Yusei bit back a choked gasp at the tight feeling around his fingers. It didn’t feel anything like a woman at all.
Getting antsy, Yusei removed his appendages as quickly as he possibly could. Junzell let out a weak whine in response to its loss. To appease him, Yusei leaned down to tangle their tongues once more as another hand went to work ripping the condom package apart.
After successfully opening the package, he faced a new challenge: keeping Junzell busy while he rolled it on to his cock. He took his still lubed fingers and began pumping the other’s cock with it.
Junzell fell back against the pillows, hips thrusting in response to the stimulation. Yusei smirked, his focus back on rolling the rubber on. Just as it fit snugly around him, a hand that did not belong to him tugged him back down into a sloppy kiss. Junzell’s legs wrapped around his waist, urging him forward.
“Come on,” He breathily whispered when they parted for a breath. “Just…come on…please…”
“I gotta…lube…”
“I’m fine, just…please…” Junzell begged, his eyes opening a slit. His irises were nearly black with the pupils blown impossibly wide with only a slight ring of blue surrounding it.
Yusei could never refuse such a request.
So he didn’t.
Junzell gasped and clutched at his shoulders, moaning as Yusei entered him. Yusei panted at the sensation. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced with a woman. Yusei was finding that he liked the harsh curves on Junzell's body and he liked how they felt against him. He could feel every breath Junzell took and every whine and shiver sent shockwaves down to where they were connected, making Yusei shiver in turn.
Junzell's body was smooth and pliant, but tighter than any other penetration Yusei had made in his life. His gasping, heaving pink chest fluttered with every breath ending on a low moan. An unconscious roll of the hips had them both moaning and wanting more.
As Yusei had hoped, his other brain started to work for him, creating a steady rhythm for them both at first. After they both had become comfortable with the pace, Yusei’s hips went faster. Each withdrawal, Yusei became less patient and more rowdy. Before long, Yusei was crashing wildly against the other boy, Junzell fully compliant with the pace with a panting whine at every interval. He screamed a little louder when Yusei hit something inside of Junzell. The Satellite aimed directly for that spot, his throat drying instantly when Junzell tightened around him in response.
Yusei choked back a gasp, realizing he was on the brink. He couldn’t stop his hips, no matter how hard he tried. His hips continued to rock despite his best efforts to stop.
Suddenly, a hand went to stroke the side of his face.
Yusei whipped his head up to look at Junzell, the other smiling reassuringly at him. “It’s okay…” He gasped out. He pulled Yusei closer to his mouth until their eyes locked. “…Let go.”
There are certain moments in your life that are unlikely to be forgotten for as long as you live. One of Yusei's treasured ones was when Martha had hugged him goodbye after he entered the world as an adult. Another was when his long-term friend and comrade Kalin saved his life and ultimately named him a traitor. Another was the day Jack left and the day he came back. Each memory of the other Crimson Dragon signers was just as precious.
As Junzell smiled up at him in his arms, the soft smile and the look in the other's eyes was enough to break the lust-driven craze Yusei was on the edge of surrendering to. The soft hands that grasped his face, the way their bodies molded together, every second that ticked by that also seemed to last a lifetime.
It drove him over the edge.
Yusei groaned and shuddered, breaking their eye contact and bowing over him until their foreheads touched. His cock swelled inside the protective wrapping and it felt doubly hot inside the other. Not a second later he felt Junzell shudder and let out a sharp-pitched cry, followed by something splashing against his stomach and hips. Around his cock, Junzell’s body clenched him even tighter, making Yusei choke and almost come again.
Instead, he shook above the other, trying to keep himself from crushing the other boy underneath. Junzell continued to tremble underneath him, sending jolts straight to his cock still inside.
Finally, Yusei couldn’t take anymore, unable to keep himself upright any longer. Luckily, it seemed Junzell didn’t mind, wrapping his arms around the other as soon as they crashed together.
They stayed that way for several long minutes before Junzell quietly murmured, “...I hope it’s alright if I stay. I know you’re probably too tired to let me up anyway.”
“Stay.” Was the only thing Yusei was capable of saying—actually mumbling—into the pillow.
Junzell chuckled, sending more tingles through where they were connected. “I appreciate the invitation. But, I think you should try sleeping now.”
Yusei was more than happy to oblige.

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