Hello lovely few awesome peoples that have been waiting for (or have given up on) this story!
My most humblest apologies for being this ridiculously slow. I had a whole chapter ready a long, long time ago in a galaxy far far Hawaii, but I got a virus. And I lost it along with some other fics and I got really pissed off so I stopped writing for a long time. Also I got a new laptop. Also I haven't written/seen anything yaoi-ish in a long time, so it's kinda weird for me to suddenly dish out hawt sexeh bishies doin dem sexeh timez 'n shit. This might suck. Hehe, suck.
Again, apologies.
ALSO: Kudos to Darquesse who guessed what was on the bottle first. She requested Kiryu/Yusei, so expect some silverwhite-emo-strands-on-black-and-yellow-kingcrab-haircut-action somewhere!
Cherry over and out. Peace and lemons.
Yusei hadn't felt this great in a loooong time. He was completely relaxed, but felt very active at he same time; his head was full of happy thoughts, yet it felt clear.
Even though the world around him was kind of spinning as he stood up to grab another bottle of that amazing stuff Jack an Kiryu had brought in. He had lost count of how many he had emptied, and how many times he had fallen or tripped over something. It was quite hilarious, really; the first time he had felt a little bit stupid, but now he just felt great. Wasn't the world just awesome? Wasn't this booze awesome? Weren't Jack and Kiryu-
"Whoa there, Crabhead, watch it!" Kiryu was just in time to catch him before he fell to the ground again. He held him firmly, tightly against his bare chest (those abs!), and Yusei was glad that his friend was this concerned about his health. Despite him laughing his ass off the 7 previous times that he had fallen flat on his face.
Unfortunately, Kiryu suddenly seemed to lose his balance too, since he suddenly didn't stand anymore but fell forwards, dragging Yusei with him. They ended up sprawled across the sofa with Kiryu on top of Yusei, his face so close to his that he could smell the sweetness on his breath.
"Duude, wash out" Yusei said (was that a slur he heard?), trying to sound serious. The seriousness lasted for one glorious second and was directly murdered by another laughing fit. The laughter increased when all of sudden Jack landed on top of Kiryu, and the sofa was transformed into an improvised wrestling ring for ten hilarity-filled minutes of struggle to get on top.
Of course, the only logical outcome of this match was that they ended upon the floor, with Yusei being held down by Jack as Kiryu tickle-tortured him enthusiastically.
It was great, Yusei felt great because he such great friends that had such great skill in tickling and wrestling and who had such a great sense of humor and such great sex appeal and all-round great personalities.
In fact, their personalities were so great, that they didn't even get angry when Yusei, in a vain attempt to free himself from Jacks grasp, accidentally flipped the coffee table upside down. They weren't mad when all the bottles that had been standing on the table fell over and spilled all their delicious content over Yusei.
On the contrary, they even offered to help Yusei get all the stuff off him!
Yes, he had great friends, Yusei thought as Jack and Kiryu hungrily licked the alcohol off his chest. Great, helpful friends.
*0*0*0*0*
Crow muttered several not-to-be-repeated-words as the duel signs flashed at him. Really? Now? Two people really needed to duel each other on this specific highway, and at this specific hour- In the middle of the night?
Don't get it wrong- he loved the whole system of automatically kicking all traffic participants off the highway so that two people could play card games on motorcycles in peace. He absolutely loved it. Just not right now, when he really, really needed to get home fast, and that this highway was the only one that could take him directly to their house.
But two people really, really needed to duel on this specific highway at this specific hour, and Crow was left no other choice than to take a detour.
He suppressed the urge to aggressively punch his monitor.
Which was a good thing, because the monitor rewarded this act of mercy by giving him a great idea. Maybe he couldn't get home in time, but someone else could! He quickly opened his list of contacts up on the monitor he had nearly punched. He scrolled past the names, turning down pretty much every single name that came up. He had to be very careful with picking the right person- this was a very private, very delicate matter. Thus, anyone that wasn't trusted by the whole group was directly scrapped off the list. It left only a few names.
Martha wouldn't be on time, she lived to far away.
Ushio and that blue-haired chick? Nah, Security had to be kept out of this. Besides, Ushio would probably use it as blackmail material, and the chick would have her heart broken if she saw 'Atlas-sama' hitting on- ABORT CURRENT TRAIN OF THOUGHT I REPEAT ABORT-
Crow hastily scrolled further.
Zora? No. They'd definitely be kicked out of the garage. Even Yusei batting his adorable eyelashes wouldn't get them out of that situation.
The Carly-chick with the glasses? Absolutely not, a journalist was the last thing they needed. Plus, she would have her heart broken too, if-
Crow once again sped up the scrolling.
The twins- 'NO, SWEET CTULHU NO' his mind screamed once more as he thought of the immense trauma the two would sustain.
He couldn't suppress a small cry along the lines of 'EUREKA!' when Aki's name came up. Of course! She lived rather close, was a close friend, and she stood her ground- If Jack and Kiryu would cause any trouble, she'd just let Black Rose Dragon slam some sense into them.
He quickly dialled her number, and anxiously awaited her answer.
The beeping seemed to take forever, and Crow was practically screaming at her profile picture to pick up. An amused automobilist that he had just passed wondered if that nice young man would make it up to his girlfriend in time.
"Hey, it's Aki-"
"Aki, listen to me" Crow interrupted hastily."You need to get to our place, STAT. I think Yusei's in trouble, and I might not be in time. Please, hurry!"
"-and leave a message after the tone, so I can get back to you. Bye!"
*beep*
Crow remained silent for a few seconds, trying to contain his frustration. This could not be happening. What had he done to the universe?
"Aki" he said at last, his voice strained, "if you hear this, you need to do the following: check how much time has passed since I called you. If less than" he checked how long it would take him to get home, "45 minutes has passed, you need to get the hell to our place. If more than 45 minutes has passes, for the love of God, DON'T COME."
He hung up.
Well, fuck me then. Oh God no wrong choice of wooooords-
And with his brains burning at the mental images that (re)appeared, he accelerated again.
X*X*X*X*X*X
Meanwhile, Aki was having a 'ladies' night' with Carly and Stephanie. They were watching the most amazing movie ever, and thus Aki was greatly annoyed when her phone went off. She ignored it, because things on screen were starting to spice up, and the three had gone to great lengths to get their hands on this particular film.
The voicemail interrupted nonetheless.
"Aki, if you hear this" Crows voice shouted to no one in particular, "you need to do the following: check how much time has passed since I called you. If less than 45 minutes have passed, you need to get the hell to our place. If more than 45 minutes have passed, for the love of God, DON'T COME."
His desperate plea was met with a fit of giggles and no action whatsoever.
X*X*X*X*X*X
There was another fit of giggles going on in a garage not terribly far away from Aki's place. Well, Yusei was having a giggle fit anyway, the other two were too busy licking him.
They were licking him. Yusei found this so funny that he seriously couldn't stop giggling. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that he shouldn't giggle. He was Yusei Fudo. He was Satellite's Shooting Star, the hope of the slumdogs, the savior of the world, the chosen Signer. He was Mr. Serious Motherfucking Business, he was the straight man of the group, the mature leader, the one that remained calm when others panicked, the one that remained focused when other were obsessing over ramen and petty squabbles. He was the silent, smart hero; and silent, smart heroes do not giggle.
Then again, silent, smart heroes do not generally get licked.
It tickled at first, but as the licks grew longer, Yusei experienced something completely different from 'ticklish'. He was getting hot- it was the only way his scrambled brain could describe the sensation. Whenever Kiryu or Jack licked a spot, often tracing their tongues around his muscles, it felt like a fire started to burn underneath his skin. It was like they left a trace of smoldering fire instead of saliva. The warmth, both confusing and thrilling, disappeared almost directly however. It had a drug-like effect on him, he kept wanting more and more of this. It felt great. It felt absolutely great. It might even, Yusei concluded with a giggle, the best feeling in the world.
And then they started to lick his nipples and holy shit Yusei didn't even know anymore and what the hell this was amazing. Giggle. Best feeling in the world.
*X*X*X*X*
Racing towards your house knowing that God-knows-what might happen to your friend because you were being stupid is not, however, the best feeling in the world. In fact, it's not even a remotely good feeling at all.
Crow decided that this feeling belonged on the list of bad feelings, right between 'I think I left the engine running when I parked my D-wheel between two barrels containing motor oil yesterday' and 'I think it wasn't a great idea to transport Yusei belly-down on the back of my D-Wheel with a piece of bloody junk sticking out of his gut'. That kind of bad feeling was he having.
Just hang in there for 10 more minutes, Yusei.
*X*X*X*X*X*X*
"Whoops." Kiryu somehow managed to find a new bottle, open it up, and empty the entire flask on Yusei, apparently all by accident. He didn't sound particularly upset by his clumsiness, though. His 'whoops' sounded less of Rua scattering crucial notes about engines all around the living room, and more like Crow 'accidentally' hitting Jack upside the head with a ladle.
Speaking of Crow, where was he? Yusei could vaguely remember that he had run outside and drove off or something, but his memory was kind of foggy.
"Vweh ish Kuwoh?" He asked, wondering why his voice sounded so strange. He immediately regretted the question when Jack and Kiryu stopped licking to exchange a look.
"Oh, he went out. A delivery, I think."
"Woh" Yusei answered understandingly. He shifted and tretched out for a bit. The licking was great, but the position he had ended up lying in wasn't. Somehow he was lying on the ground, with one leg still up on the sofa, the other one weirdly jammed between a couple of limbs of Jack and Kiryu- his vision was a bit blurry, so it was hard to see what was what. In a curious way of events, his right hand had gotten stuck in Kiryu's hair. Huh. Weird.
Jack meanwhile didn't let the shifting stop him and started to play around with his tongue around Yusei's nipple again, causing the licked party to softly cry out in surprise and pleasure.
Yusei could hear Kiryu laugh, and turned his attention towards him. He laughed back. And not his I-Am-The-Master-Of-Stoic-And-Reserved-Smiles-smile, but a smile that only occured whenever he had drunk too much milk- or in this case, real alcohol. And for good measure, he decided to childishly stick out his tongue as well.
Kiryu's expression changed. Suddenly, he looked at Yusei in a weird way- as if he was shocked by something, and really concerned, but with a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth and his eyes sparkling misschievously.
"Yusei!" he exclaimed, as if he saw something alarming, "don't move!"
Yusei froze. Jack didn't care.
"Whazzizit?"
Kiryu came closer, still wearing that strange version of a worried expression. "There is something in your mouth!"
"My teezz?" Yusei could swear Kiryu rolled his eyes for a second.
"Oh for heaven's sake, Yusei, no, not your teeth. Hold still, I'll get it out."
And with that, Kiryu pressed his lips against Yusei's. Yusei's second cry of surprise (and pleasure? Who knows?) was smothered and drowned out by a moan from Kiryu. Yusei got worried that maybe there was something wrong, but when he wanted to pull back to ask, Kiryu gripped his head, buried his fingers in his hair and did not let go.
Also, he forced Yusei mouth open with his tongue -forced is a big word though, Yusei wasn't sure what to do and just went along with it- and licked his tongue. With his tongue. It was all very confusing for Yusei, but Kiryu was probably trying to find whatever was in his mouth and he felt like should be grateful for that.
Kiryu kept moaning though, his tongue going all around in his mouth, around Yusei's tongue, almost as if he were playing with it. Yusei couldn't help but giggle at that thought.
Kiryu quickly pulled back at the giggle, eyeing him suspiciously.
"Yusei, are you laughing at me?"
What a weird thing to think.
"Of coowze I'mot laughing atchuuw! Izzis juz thaz... thiz..." Yusei stuck out his tongue again and wiggled with his head, trying to imitate what previously had been going on in his mouth, "...izziz kinna vvunny!" He smiled brightly. Kiryu didn't smile back. One of his eyebrows was raised, still suspiciously trying to determine whether Yusei was just really that drunk, or just kidding him.
"You think this is funny."
"Iziz!"
"Then you'll find this hilarious!"
Kiryu suddenly lunged forward, gripped Yusei by his collar and practically threw him (Jack protested half-heartedly) on the sofa. He then proceeded to pretty much jump on top of him (the sofa protested passionately) and grabbed Yusei's hands, binding together and fixing them above his head; he shoved one of his knees practically in Yusei crotch, and position the other leg in such a way that Yusei could barely move his legs. In fact, Yusei could barely move at all.
And just as Yusei opened his mouth to ask what the hell this was about, Kiryu smothered the protests by once again by firmly planting his lips on his victim's. Yusei, despite his current state, noticed something was different, but he couldn't say anything as Kiryu's tongue suddenly crashed down on his. It circled around it, probing, almost agressive, almost provocative. Yusei tried to say something, but that is really hard to do when your tongue is being assaulted.
"You really do like dominance, don't you?" Jack chuckled somewhere in the distance; Kiryu growled only in response.
Yusei was getting a little bit uneasy. Not because he was being held down in a homoerotic-subtext-encouraging way, or because one of his best friends was kissing him with an agression that might have bordered on disturbing. No, Yusei just needed air. Literally. He tried to signal Kiryu about this increasingly urgent problem, but since he couldn't talk and his ability to flail around was drastically impaired, he needed to come up with somthing, quick. He tried to alarm his friends with an anxious moan, but that only caused Kiryu to bite his lip and that really wasn't the reaction that Yusei was aiming for.
At last, possibly because of the rather alarming oxygen shortage, his instinct to survive just took over. With something of a growl, he bit the invading tongue; earning a surprised growl in return from Kiryu. This moment of distraction was all Yusei needed, and he with his own tongue he quickly pushed the intruder out and took a really, really deep breath.
When he had filled his lungs and his breathing pattern started to normalize, he looked into the direction of his suffocator-annex-friend. Kiryu was still pinning him down, panting heavily, his cheeks flushed, and a bit of blood on his lip.
Blood on his lip?
Yusei looked at it curiously, wondering what could have happened, only to realize that there was a certain tast of iron -perhaps also irony, but leave that to the author- in his mouth. Weird. But tasty. Especially when in mingles with the intensely sweet aftertaste of the booze they'd been drinking.
Now that the booze had been mentioned...
"Zjaack, tossh me anudder boddel, vwillya?" he slurred. Within a second, a bottle was hauled his way, and Yusei realized he had forgotten about one tiny little detail: his hands were tied.
Jack burst out in laughter as the bottle hit Yusei's head, and for the second time he became instantly soaked with sweet, pink alcohol. Not that Yusei cared, really; a good deal of it ended up in his mouth and that was all he needed. Ah, how great was that warm, fuzzy feeling that spreak through his body? That wonderful sensation that seemed to set him on fire, in a good way?
Yusei wished that he was a cat, so that he could purr. This feeling was perfect for purring if you were a cat, after all. Yusei wondered what it would be like if he could purr. He tried to purr, but instead, he produced some sort of deep groan. He was proud of his efforts anyway. He purred/groaned again, hearing Jack laugh in the distance. "You seem to be having a good time, Yusei" he snickered.
"Imma cat" Yusei explained to him, but Jack only laughed harder, coming closer. He ruffled through his hair, as if he were petting him. "Good boy, Yusei."
Yusei decided to reward him with another purr/groan/weird crossover sound.
Jack and Kiryu (right, Kiryu was still existing too) laughed again and let out a collective, giggly 'Awwww'.
"Don't you just want to eat him up?" Jack said in a high-pitched girly voice, petting Yusei some more.
"I just might" Kiryu replied. Yusei wondered if that made Kiryu a cannibal or just someone with an appetite for cats, but his undoubtedly fascinating thoughts were rudely interrupted when Kiryu crashed his lips down for the third time.
Not feeling particularly inclined to nearly suffocate again, Yusei resisted this time, trying to drive out Kiryu's tongue with his own. They battled for a while, and as the tastes of saliva, sweet alcohol and blood began to mix, Yusei realized that he was actually starting to like this. Not just the funny game-aspect of tongue-fighting (he vaguely remembered that there was also another name for this, but he didn't know anymore what it was) but the funny feeling it gave him- the same feeling of hotness under you skin, only now it was much stronger and it spread throughout his entire body.
At one point Yusei even managed to drive Kiryu's tongue back into his own mouth- moving the battlefield to the enemy's field, in a way. His victory didn't last long and soon the old positions were retaken- he blamed Jack, who had suddenly started licking and sucking the skin around his neck and earlobe, which distracted him. It was a very, very strange feeling, but also very, very pleasant.
He really had great friends.
*X*X*X*X*X*
Crow decided to walk the last few meters towards the house, anxious not to make a sound. He was fully aware that he was no match for the combined forces of Jack and Kiryu; the incident earlier this evening had made that painfully clear. The element of surprise was his only chance at getting Yusei out of there.
Silently, he parked Black Bird outside. He left the D-Wheel on a special stand-by mode; he would need it in order to make a quick escape with Yusei.
He sneaked towards the garage, trying to see through one of the windows what was going on.
The sight nearly made him run back to his D-Wheel to get the hell out, and to look for a suitable place to throw up.
A shirtless Yusei that glistened with what Crow presumed to be sweat was pinned down on the sofa; completely helpless against his two sexual assaulters. Kiryu was all over him, restraining Yusei's legs with his own. Yusei's hands were bound above his head by respectively one hand from Kiryu and from Jack. They both stroked Yusei with their other hand; Kiryu was tracing his toned chest, while Jackenthusiastically ruffled his hair. They were both still shirtless.
And, as Crow had feared, they were good on their way to practically eat Yusei whole. Jack was busy necking him, and Kiryu-
Crow averted his eyes in disgust. The mental image of Kiryu so shamelessly snogging Yusei was not only burning by itself, it also reminded him of how Jack had kissed him, forcing his tongue in and hungrily-
Ok, this had to stop. He had had enough time during his race homewards to come up with all kinds of responds to different situations, and luckily (in a twisted way of 'luckily' anyway) he had a scenario for this.
Softly, he slipped out of site and quietly approached the door. He laid his hand on the doorknob, carefully checking whether it was locked- which it thankfully wasn't.
He opened it slightly, peeking through the small space it gave him. He still had trouble believing what was happening there, but it was. He took a deep breath and cursed the garage for having a staircase right at the entrance. If he ran down the stairs, they'd have heard him before he had reached Yusei and all would be in vain. There was no other choice for him than to jump over the railing.
When he had been making up this plan, it sure as hell sounded easier than that it looked now.
But Yusei needed him. He needed him to be in time. He needed him to reach his friend in time, to get them both as fast as possible towards the emergency exit, outside the emergency exit, on his D-Wheel, and then as far away as possible.
He took another breath, fastened his grip on the doorknob, prayed to the Crimson Dragon to somehow fix all of this for them, and dashed through the door.
X*X*X*X*X
Meanwhile, not that far away, Aki, Carly and Stephanie were on the edge of their seats as the tension in the movie rose. Carly and Stephany were hiding behind their pillows, meeping about how they couldn't bear to watch how it would all end. Aki showed more self-restraint; her eyes fixed on the screen, she tried to contain her excitement, but her eyes were shimmering with anticipation. This movie had been a great idea. She couldn't wait to see what would happen next- she didn't really care that it was turning out quite different than what she had been expecting.
CLIFFHANGER: A storytelling device in which the author pauses the story at a suspenseful moment, leaving the audience to wonder if everything will work out, and how it will work out.
AND THE PRIZE FOR MOST OBLIVIOUS UKE EVER GOES TO DRUNK!YUSEI FUDO. SWEET CTULHU'S LEATHER PANTS WHAT HAVE I DONE. Fudo senior is doing a barrel roll in his grave as we speak, trying to erase the existence of his offspring from his mind.
Also apologies for the pathetic attempt at imitating a drunken slur. I have never been drunk before, only slightly tipsy once, so I honestly don't know how it feels to be drunk.
Thankfully for writing purposes, I have friends who do get wasted on parties. Sadly they are all Dutch, and Dutch people slurring is a completely different language that is unlike any other existing human language.
Don't drink, dear readers. Your brain is of much more use to you when it is still alive when you turn 30.
Drugs are also bad. You really don't want to get high on a party. The pictures of you staring blissfully at the ceiling with a trail of saliva dripping down from the corner of your mouth are, however, a source of neverending entertainment and schadenfreude for me.
Ok, this was my first kissing scene ever written, and it was HARD. Stop giggling and get your mind out of the gutter. It was difficult, and I don't really think I have much talent for this sort of thing. But training is everything!
I have always imagined Kiryu as being a bit of a sexual predator with a knack for rough play. So I thought it'd be funny if it would be Yusei who would bite him. Ah, you must excuse me.
I just wonder how this will go as thing get spicier...
Have a lovely day.
There will be no contest this time seeing as how I've already planned the pairings coming up in the next chapter. Maybe next time!
