I do not any way, shape, or form own Yu-Gi-Oh! or its characters. The OC characters Darren, Kili, Aya, and Trin are of my own creation and I own all copyright to them.
This story is rated Mature as it contains adult language, situations and at least one sex scene in this chapter, maybe more.
Nor do I in any way make profit from this story.
Ch VII
Joey and Darren sat in a private room at one of Darren's favorite restaurants. The dress code wasn't too fancy, Darren was wearing a tan vest over a white button down shirt and khaki pants. Joey meanwhile was dressed in a pair of nice jeans and a black silk button down that was undone on the top two buttons.
Darren gave a gentle smile to his fiance and pulled Joey's hand into his. "I'm sorry it's taken so long for us to have a proper date like this," he said, kissing Joey's knuckles. It was only their second real date that Darren could recall. Gods, had it been so long since their dinner and stroll that he couldn't recall anything that may have happened in between?
"Darren, I love you, there's no need to apologize. We've had a rather rough relationship these last few months, so it's perfectly okay that this is the first proper date we've been able to have. I just hope nothing comes along to ruin it."
"Rest assured that I've given everyone explicit, threat filled instructions to leave us be for tonight. The only reason I even have my cell phone on me at the moment is in case of a dire emergency."
Joey scooted closer to his fiance along the booth seat they shared. "So how often do you come here?"
"Normally about once a month. It's a good place to just relax and indulge myself a little for a few hours. But since I met you, I'm afraid my attendance has been lax somewhat."
"Well, maybe we should fix that, and try coming here about once a week or so when we can manage it. So we can both get away from it all, just the two of us," the blond suggested as their server came into the room.
"Not a bad idea," Darren agreed before they placed their orders. As the bowing server left the room, Darren pulled out a small notepad and pen from an inside pocket of his vest.
"What's that for?" Joey asked, brushing a lock of hair from face.
"I felt perhaps we might want to get a general idea of what we want for our wedding while we've got this time to ourselves. Not actual planning, more like brainstorming."
"Yeah alright, sounds like a good idea." Taking a sip of his soda, Joey began considering some of the big picture details. "I think our first thought should be as to when we have the wedding."
"That my love is easy. We should hold it in the spring, when the cherry blossoms are beginning to bloom. Spring is the season of new beginnings, so it would be perfect for us to express the new life we are starting together."
Joey nodded in agreement. "I always like spring. We've got enough room at the manor to just have it there. Why bother renting out a church or something like that when we can all be comfortable at home."
Darren jotted this down and tapped the pen against his chin as he thought of something. "I... suppose we can have a certain cyclopean lunatic officiate," he said with considerable reluctance.
"Yeah, Pegasus did really good at Yami and Yugi's wedding. But you know, you really should go easier on him."
"Why?" Darren asked with a raised brow.
"Well, odds are you're going to be his father-in-law in a few years as soon as Kili's legal," Joey pointed out.
The prince's face turned a slight shade of green and he honestly looked like he was about to puke. "Oh gods, I hadn't even... I think I just lost my appetite," he whimpered out, running a hand through his hair.
Seeing the distress on his lover's face, Joey turned Darren's gaze to meet his own. "Let's see if I can't make you hungry again then." Still holding Darren's face with his hands, Joey leaned in and kissed his prince, sliding out his tongue.
Darren groaned at the always welcome taste of the blond youth and pulled Joey against his own powerful frame, ravishing his puppy's mouth as a completely different hunger began to burn within him.
A throat clearing let the pair know their food had arrived. Slowly, they pulled back from each other's embrace and grinned a little as they saw the blushing face of their female server. Darren thought for a moment he spotted her tucking away her cell phone in her pocket. If she had done what he though she had, he wasn't surprised. It wasn't often a girl walked in on two handsome men making out the way they had been.
They spent their meal in relative silence, just enjoying the food and each other's company. Though Joey did spend it on Darren's lap, being fed bites of the prince's meal along with his own.
When it was over, Darren placed down cash to cover the bill, along with a tip that was roughly half the bill as thanks to their waitress for being so understanding about what she'd seen.
As they walked out of the restaurant arm-in-arm, Joey and Darren couldn't help but laugh a little at what had transpired. "Oh man, I almost thought she was going to faint," Joey said as they strolled towards the theatre.
"I hardly think she was in risk of fainting Joey. Spontaneous orgasm may have been another matter entirely though. Nor would I be surprised if a photo or video of our little fun winds up on her social media page before the night is out," Darren commented, pulling Joey closer and sliding his hand into the back pocket of his fiance's jeans to gently grip his rump.
"Darren!" Joey exclaimed as he jumped from the grip.
"I can't help it. You got me worked up back there and now all I can think about is getting you home so I can strip you down and ravage you for hours on end," he replied nonchalantly.
"Don't you worry my sweet prince, you can do all that after the movie. We don't know when we'll actually get the chance for another date, so let's make the most of it," Joey said, pulling Darren's hand free so he could interlace their fingers.
Though he clearly wanted to protest, Darren simply looked down at their joined hands, and the engagement ring on Joey's finger to decide it best to go along with the original plan for the evening. "You're right," he conceded.
Luckily, the theatre hadn't been far from the restaurant and they quickly arrived. With how Darren was feeling right now, the sooner the movie was over, the better. Joey insisted on paying for the tickets to some action movie he'd been wanting to see. It had been out for a while now so the screening room was fair deserted and they chose seats in the back corner where they could snuggle during the film.
As the lights dimmed, Darren pulled Joey onto his lap, the blond's back to his chest so Joey could still enjoy the movie. Darren wasn't particularly interested and gazed about at what little crowd there was. Just a few other couples in the front rows, no one else anywhere near them.
This gave him a rather fun idea. With Joey's attention focused on the movie, the ancient Atlantean reached around and very carefully undid the button of Joey's jeans. He paused for a few seconds, but when it appeared that the blond hadn't noticed, Darren slipped his hand inside Joey's pants and brushed his fingers against his lover's shaft through his underwear.
"D-Darren," Joey whispered in an urgent whisper. What the hell was Darren thinking, groping him in a place like this? And if he kept that up he might discover...
"Joey? Are you wearing lace panties?" Darren asked. He recognized the feel of the material from the times when Aya had made him go out and buy her fresh pairs. Why she'd never simply done it herself he'd never understand. When no answer was given, He unzipped Joey's jeans quietly and leaned around to look for himself.
And indeed Joseph Wheeler was wearing a pair of white lace panties. The kind one might find on a woman under her wedding gown.
"T-they feel really comfortable against jeans. Everything else makes me chafe a bit," Joey said quietly, his face aflame. God, Darren was going to think he was a freak now.
"Well, maybe I should take you shopping for a wedding dress later," Darren said. "After all, it's very clear who wears the boxers in this relationship," he added with a tease.
Even in the darkness of the theatre, Darren could tell that Joey's face was beet red. "Relax my love, your secret is safe with me. But it comes at a price." The prince wrapped his fingers around Joey's cock through those panties and began to stroke.
Joey's golden eyes widened and he quickly slapped a hand to his mouth to keep quiet as Darren began masturbating him through the lace of his underwear. He didn't know if he was more embarrassed or aroused at this point. That Darren was so unashamed to be pleasuring him right in the middle of a darkened theatre spoke volumes of just how aroused Joey had made him earlier.
As Darren stroked his youthful lover, he relished just how stiff the boy was becoming through his underwear. Using his free hand, he helped the blond from his jeans. Reaching down between them, he unzipped his own jeans to let his erection spring forth. Now that he and Joey were lovers, he once more decided to fore go underwear in favor of easier access.
Reaching up now with his free hand, he offered two fingers to Joey's mouth. "Suck, imora," he ordered softly. And Joey obeyed without hesitation, sucking on those fingers to try and quell his cries and whimpers of pleasure.
Once Darren felt his fingers had been wet enough, he pulled them free, despite Joey's efforts to suck them further into his jaws. He brought his hand down and slid it down the back of Joey's panties, pressing those digits against and into his lover's tight little hole.
"Why are... you not going... raw?" Joey panted out, leaning his head back against Darren's shoulder.
"I think perhaps that might a little too much for you to conceal at the moment," Darren explained. He stroked and stirred Joey's insides for a few more moments before removing his hand. With the one still pumping along the blond's shaft through the lace, he used the other to brush those panties away from Joey's star and slide his throbbing cock inside his desperate lover.
At the feeling of that familiar tightness, Darren had to bite back a groan himself, biting onto Joey's shoulder as he bucked up into the youth. Joey clenched his body around Darren's penetration, making him even tighter. "Fuck Joey..." he whispered.
"Yes baby... Fuck me... harder."
"Need to change position." Releasing Joey's cock for a moment, Darren spun the young man around to face him, while Joey was still fully impaled on that thick shaft buried deep within. They both winced in a mix of pain and pleasure and paused to take a breath once Joey was fully shifted.
Wrapping his legs around Darren's hips as the prince began to buck up once more, Joey had to bite onto his shoulder as he felt that hand resume stroking him through his panties. And gods, Darren was doing just as he'd asked. Somehow he was taking him as hard as he did in their bed from this awkward position. At this brutal pace, and with the thrill of being caught in such a public location, it didn't take Joey long to grunt and shudder as his body began pumping his seed into his panties.
After a few more bucks of his hips, Darren had to grit his teeth for silence when his body joined his fiance's in orgasmic bliss. He couldn't help but smile as Joey collapsed against him, panting from it all.
"You pervert..." Joey muttered against Darren's shoulder.
"Anywhere with you is worth the risk," he grinned wickedly.
Once Joey had finally recovered enough, they redressed themselves and simply cuddled as they watched the rest of the movie.
On the way back home, Darren reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a thin silver case. Opening it, he pulled out a home rolled cigarette and slipped it between his lips. His struck a hidden switch on the case, triggering its lighter function.
"You smoke?" Joey asked with a slight frown as he watched Darren take a drag.
"Only once every few months or so. Part of my immortality keeps such little vices from doing any harm or generating addiction. I hand roll them using pipe tobacco because in generally smells better than the stuff they normal put in cigarettes. But if you want, I can stop completely."
"No, I guess it's okay, so long as you don't do it a whole lot," Joey said after some consideration.
"As you wish," Darren said. He smoked his cigarette as they walked home, simply enjoying the night together, no words needed. He stamped out the butt as they neared the front gates.
"I had a good time tonight," Joey finally said as they entered the gate and headed over to a golf cart they'd use to reach the manor.
"As did I," Darren said before kissing Joey once more. And if he was honest with himself, the blond had to admit the faint taste of tobacco on Darren's lips was rather enjoyable. "Come imora, let's go to bed, I'm still not quite sated from earlier..."
A few weeks later, Darren was ready to pull out every lengthy strand of his silky hair. The moment she'd learned that Joey and Darren wanted to wed in the spring, Serenity had descended upon the manner and become a real wedding planner-zilla. With all her brother had been through, she was using every resource available through the all the wealthy people they knew to give him the best wedding ever. It was going to be televised for fuck's sake.
And now, as if he didn't have enough crap to put up with, Trin had just stormed into the prince's study, concerned about Atlantean traditions being followed for the wedding.
"Trin," Darren grumbled as he rubbed his temples. "For the last time, we cannot observe Atlantean customs at a televised wedding. I've already tried talking Serenity out of it, but she refuses to listen and I'm not going to upset and thusly Joey by going around her on the matter. No one knows Atlantis was real, and it's going to stay that way."
"But my prince, our wedding rites are not so different from those of the Greeks," Trin tried to protest.
"Save for the part where we prick our fingers and drip blood onto the wedding license as a symbol of our unity. Or the fact that in an Atlantean wedding, bride and groom are completely naked to show they go into the marriage with nothing hidden between them and no shame."
"Yeah well, I guess there is that. But why do I have to put up with that ass wipe Raphael?"
"Because I told you to. I don't fully trust him, not with his devotion to my brother," Darren said, reaching into a desk drawer and pulling out a bottle of bourbon. Opening the bottle, he poured a little into his tea and took a sip.
"But he's an insufferable prick. He's not exactly 'Dartz this' and 'Dartz that' but still..." Trin folded his arms over his powerful chest that through his t-shirt, looked ready to tear the material in half with his every breath.
"Trin, you're assigned to Raphael as his guardian until such time as I feel he can be trusted. I don't care if every thing's a "my dick is bigger" contest with him. You will do as I said. This is your punishment for what you did to Joey." Darren was quickly beginning to lose his patience. He had enough on his plate right now without this whiny crap from his knight.
"I was just trying to help," Trin began, only to be cut off by Darren holding up his hand and turning his chair away, giving his back to his cousin. "Yes, my prince," the knight said, bowing and leaving the room. Damnit, he'd royally fucked up with this one. He knew how protective Darren was of those close to him, regardless of the pain they caused him.
Well, maybe Raphael could be useful. As big a prick as the guy was, he was quite the strategist. Maybe Trin could use that to figure out how to make things up to Darren and Joey. But it would have to wait until after the wedding no doubt, this was going to be an event to remember.
Author's Note: Getting my groove back for writing, with this story at least. Now on to what's really important- Darren is such a kinky pervert. Making love to Joey in a theatre? Naughty prince. And why, when I think of what Serenity might have in mind for the wedding to I picture Franck from Father of the Bride? Maybe it's just me. Oh well. I'm sure it'll all be fine.
As always folks, I look forward to your comments and reviews of the chapter. And just wait for the next one, got some big treats in store for everyone.
