Phantom: This one is for naeinu/Maria ^_~
Disclaimer: I don't own anything! Yu-Gi-Oh! and all of its characters and creations are owned by Kazuki Takahashi.
WARNING: This story contains detailed sexual content/smut and coarse language.
The Lemon Bibliotheque: An Anthology of Impassioned Writings
"Pinky Promise"
(Jounouchi Katsuya x Anzu Mazaki)
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"You're all done, Nomura-chan. They'll be ready for you, now."
"Arigtou."
Anzu Mazaki waited until the makeup artist had departed her dressing room, before opening her eyes to take in the reflection that bounced back at her. She sighed mutedly, hardly recognizing herself in the mirror, adorned as she was with false eye lashes, sparkly silver eyeshadow and layers upon layers of thick stage makeup and concealer. Although, she wasn't entirely disappointed in the outcome. After all, she was known only by her stage name, in this industry—Keiko Nomura—to protect her real identity, and so being transformed into someone she was not, was all part of the act.
I should embrace it, she thought, yet again trying to encourage herself—trying to convince herself what she was doing, wasn't such a bad thing. I'm not Anzu, when I'm here…I'm Keiko.
Anzu pulled her robe around herself more securely and expelled a nervous breath, before departing for the studio. She was so hungry she felt nauseous, but, she knew the drill—no eating at least four hours prior to the shoot. Appearing as slim as possible—in order to create that ideal fantasy—was routine.
Per usual, she had no idea who she would be partnered with. This was only the third time she had partaken in such a venture, but desperate times called for desperate measures. She had hoped that it would become easier, but each time seemed to be just as bad as the last.
Ever since Anzu had moved out of her family home—in a bid for independence and freedom from the ever-watchful eyes of her parents—she had been hit with the harsh reality that came with living in the working world. Namely, that it was not quite the liberal paradise she had so glossily envisioned it to be.
Sourcing her own apartment to rent had been the easy part, but her waitressing job hardly kept the roof over her head, let alone allowed her to save for her dream of moving to the United States, when she eventually—hopefully—landed a place at either Juilliard or Joffrey. Thankfully, her parents had agreed to continue to pay for her tuition at her current ballet academy, but, at eighteen, Anzu was already staring down the barrel of being too old to join a ballet company, by the time she had completed her studies. She tried not to think about that aspect of it—of her dream falling flat on its face, before it had even had a chance to take flight—and what she might do, otherwise.
This is just a shortcut, she reminded herself, in order to get to where I need to be, faster.
The seed had been planted one day after dance practice, when she'd overheard a couple of her classmates discussing such an opportunity in hushed tones, in the changing rooms. It was easy money—they said—and good money, at that. If you were in a tight spot, you could earn enough from one shoot to pay your rent for two months.
Despite the fact that what they were referring to—Anzu concluded—was basically glamorized prostitution, it sounded almost too good to be true. Three, maybe four shoots, and she would finally have enough money to buy that one-way ticket and kiss her life in Japan goodbye.
The downside was, that Anzu was not that kind of girl.
But, the money…
How bad could it really be?
Unbeknownst to her parents—and even her best friend, Yuugi—sexual intimacy was not unfounded territory, for her. She had only partaken a handful of times, mind you, and she had quickly given up on the notion that being liberal with her body would reward her anything but a bad name.
However, being a young woman living in contemporary times, Anzu often felt that far too much emphasis was placed on sex. In an ideal world, people would only ever make love with those whom they were in love with or were married to. She swiftly realized that that was simply a fantasy conjured up by her parents and teachers to ensure that she, and her peers alike, would abstain from delving into their carnal desires.
But, the real world wasn't like that.
Living in a fallen world, Anzu saw corruption everywhere. Human nature was, by its very definition, testament to that. The day Anzu stumbled away from her first shoot—numb and slightly shell-shocked—with over ¥100,000 in her pocket, she knew it was too late to turn back. Everything she thought was pure about the world was, in fact, opposite. People were sinful by nature, ruled by their carnal instincts and a yearning for something more than what reality offered them. This was part of the reason why people bought tickets to ballet and opera shows, went to see movies and concerts, and immersed themselves in books and video games and Duel Monsters—all to escape the reality that humankind was forced to be a part of, if only for a couple of hours.
It was also why sex sold.
It was widely known that the adult entertainment industry in Japan was booming, whether the more conservative folk in society wanted to admit it, or not. It was also a poorly-kept secret that the Japanese population was declining, and fewer and fewer young people were marrying and starting families. The "Incel" subculture was rife among the young male population, and the female equivalent was no better off.
The concept of this baffled Anzu, being that, the few times she had had sex, she had come to find it enjoyable. She had even discussed her experiences at length with Mai Kujaku, who had become a close friend to her through the years, despite their initial differences. Through her, she had come to learn that even the most unlikely among her peers apparently had active sex lives, including the likes of "Dinosaur" Ryuzaki and "Ghost" Kotsuzuka.
"Keiko-chan?"
Anzu was drawn back to the present moment by one of the shoot assistants. "Un, nani?"
"The set is ready to go. You can have a few minutes with your co-star if you like, before we get started."
"Yes…thank you."
Anzu rounded the corner from the corridor that connected the set to the dressing rooms. The moment her eyes fell upon her apparent male co-star—sitting casually reading over his script—she felt suddenly faint and almost buckled at the knees, before shrieking—
"Jounouchi-kun?!"
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"…Anzu-san?!"
The blood draining from her face, she rushed over to him. "What are you doing here, Jou?!"
"What am I doin' here? What are you doin' here!?"
They simply gazed at each other in startled mortification, faces bone-white in pure shock.
"…is there a problem, here?"
Anzu and Jou both turned to the production manager, who was obviously impatient to get the film rolling. Time was money, after all.
"I just need five minutes, Saito-san." Anzu declared, before yanking Jounouchi out of the studio and back into her dressing room.
"Is this some kind of prank?" Jounouchi queried, looking genuinely alarmed. "Because if it is, you got me, okay?! Did Honda put you up to this?"
"This isn't a prank, Jounouchi!" Anzu hissed through grit teeth. "God, does everything have to be a joke to you?"
"Alright, alright, I'm sorry, take it easy!"
"Seriously now, what are you doing here?"
Jounouchi's face began to take on a scarlet hue. Breaking eye contact with her, he uttered, "Otousan got behind on rent, again. I got scouted a couple of months ago, and…the money was so good. I couldn't turn it down."
Anzu's heart dropped into her stomach. "Oh, Jou."
He shook his head, indicating he didn't want her pity. "Look, we can talk about the how's and the why's later, okay? Let's just tell the director we can't go through with it."
"This is supposed to be the last shoot for the day. No one else is going to be able to step in, at such short notice." Anzu sighed, pressing at her temples. She could feel a tension headache coming on.
Jounouchi stacked his arms behind his head, shifting his weight onto his back foot. "Well, then…whatd'ya suggest we do?"
Anzu looked her friend—one of her best friends—dead in his honeycomb eyes.
In the past years six years that she had personally known him, they had been through a lot, together. From life-risking escapades on blimps, to scaling the roofs of skyscrapers, escaping kidnappers and mind-controllers, to time travel and graduating high school—they had seen it all. Perhaps the one thing—the only thing—she had not been given pause for thought about, was this.
Being among one of the only girls in a male-dominated friend group did not go unnoticed by many, especially Anzu, herself. However, Anzu had never thought about any of them in that light before—except for one, who was no longer present on this plane of existence, anymore. Her friendship with Yuugi, Honda, and Jounouchi, and to a lesser extent, Bakura, Kaiba and Otogi, was simply platonic. To even think of her best friends in that way was unfathomable; they were more like brothers.
That being said, the idea of becoming intimate with Jounouchi, in particular, didn't exactly repulse her, either.
Now aged nineteen, he was an attractive young man—in a roughed-up, boyish sort of a way—and though his mannerisms were enough to make her want to scratch her own eyeballs out, most of the time, she knew he had a generous heart. Whoever was destined to end up with Jounouchi Katsuya, one day, would have found themselves a keeper, indeed.
"So help me God, Jounouchi; I never thought I would say this, but—let's just do it!"
Jounouchi's mouth dropped open. "Say what? Are you serious?!"
"Yes! Firstly, I didn't come all the way to Saitama to leave empty-handed." Anzu huffed. "And secondly…look at what we've been through together, already. There's nothing we can't do."
Jou blushed and glanced away again, fidgeting uncomfortably. "Yeah, but…this is different."
She gently took his hand. "We can do this, Jou." Her blue eyes glistened pleadingly, at him. "Let's do this one thing for each other, and then we don't ever have to speak of it, again. No one ever has to know."
At that, he relaxed his shoulders a little. "Well…only if you're one-hundred percent sure."
She beamed. "Positive!"
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"Have you familiarized yourselves with the script?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good, then you will be aware that the theme of this shoot is 'softcore romance'." The film director, Saito-san, reiterated. "To set the scene—you've just got home from a romantic dinner date. Think lots of caressing, foreplay, all of that. Keep the talk minimal, make it natural."
Anzu and Jounouchi glanced pointedly at each other. How on Earth they were supposed to make what they were about to do look natural, was going to be interesting.
"And, Jounouchi-san?"
Jou started. "Err, hai?"
"Remember—we want that money-shot." he replied casually. "Just like last time."
Jou hung his head, face flaming. "H-hai…Saito-san."
At that, Anzu tried not to erupt into peals of giggles, instead casting a furtive glance behind her at the set. It had been staged to emulate a couple's bedroom, decked out in such a way that it did appear rather inviting. One could almost be fooled into thinking it was someone's real-life bedroom—with clothes tossed over the back of a chair, shoes lined up against the wall, books placed on the bedside cabinets—if it weren't for the glaringly obvious stage lights, cameras and reflectors, set up all around it.
"You ready?"
She turned back to Jou, who looked at once both concerned, yet confident, if such a combination were even possible. "I think so." she replied. "Are you?"
"We got this!" he replied with a wink. "Don't you worry about a thing."
"Alright everybody, places please!" Saito-san called. "Lights, camera…"
Anzu took a few deep breaths, in a feeble attempt to calm herself. For obvious reasons, it had been so much easier the last time, when her co-star had been nothing but a perfect stranger. She supposed it was due to having no emotional connection, with him. The predicament she found herself in now, could not have been more different.
A variety of muddled thoughts were now churning in her mind like a roiling, belching mud-pool. For one thing, she simply could not believe the odds of her co-star happening to be one of her very best friends. Just how on Earth was that possible? Domino City had a population of nearly three million people! More to the point, though, was how they were going to handle this on an emotional level. Was she going to be able to detach? Was he?
She highly doubted it.
What was he going to think of her body? What if he found her repulsive and couldn't perform? What was she going to think of him? Was he going to be good? How many people had he actually slept with, anyway!?
Anzu tried to push the mindless chatter to one side, as she assumed her place upon a cushioned stool in front of a vanity with a large, gilt-framed mirror facing her. A stage assistant came and made the final adjustments to her hair—which just brushed past her collarbones, these days—before scurrying back out of the frame.
"and…action!"
Anzu's heart thumped uncomfortably in her throat as she switched to actress mode, actively softening her features for the camera, as she started to take off her earrings. Per the script, she assumed a dreamy expression, as though she were fully in the clutches of true love, at its saccharine finest. Right on schedule, Jounouchi appeared behind her, brushing her hair to one side and leaning down, to place a kiss tenderly on the nape of her neck.
"Leave them on," he whispered, referring to her earrings.
For a moment, Anzu felt herself unravel, as a jolt of something inexplicably pleasurable made her shoulder spasm in delight. Even though it was all for show, she couldn't help but wonder how sensual Jou really was. That one fleeting gesture of affection had her suddenly questioning everything she thought she knew about him.
Smiling reticently, she stepped up from the stool and linked her arms around Jou's muscled shoulders. In doing so, she realised that she had never been quite this close to him, before. It gave her pause for thought, as she realised—for perhaps the first time ever—how handsome he actually was.
Underneath all that corny bravado was a sensitive, caring soul, who—like any other man—had unbidden, fleshly desires, that answered to thousands of years of evolution. Anzu could see those desires loud and clear, in the intensity of his caramel eyes gazing down at her.
With what seemed like practiced ease, Jounouchi slid his hand behind Anzu's head, placing the other at the small of her back, and tilted his head to the right, creating the perfect angle for which to kiss her. Her eyes slid shut as prepared herself for their lips to come together, her heart beating like a butterfly inside her chest. The gesture was soft and tender, at first, but soon became more wanton as their inhibitions fell away.
Although Jou was clean-shaven, Anzu could still feel the prickles of his stubble rough against her own lips, and it stirred something deep within her. In turn, Jounouchi appeared to be equally enchanted by the soft suppleness of her own cushiony lips, eliciting a subdued groan of pleasure, as he pulled her closer.
Trembling in nervous anticipation, Anzu made to unbutton his shirt, while he reached to unzip the back of her dress, in kind. All the while, cameras rolled around them, several sets of eyes scrutinizing every move, every touch, every affectionate caress.
Before long, the couple were semi-nude, clad in only their undergarments. Anzu felt as though her entire body was glowing—and not only from embarrassment. As shameful as she felt to admit it, she was becoming seriously aroused.
Jounouchi—sensing her discomfort—gave her a reassuring smile, casting an appreciative eye down her lingerie-clad form. Obviously, the outfit she was clad in—complete with garter-belt, lace stockings and platform high heels—was not her usual, everyday getup, and certainly not what Jounouchi was used to seeing her in—but at the same time, it rewarded him with a new perspective of her that he found alluring, to say the least.
"Super-hot," he whispered, before leaning down to kiss her once again, lowering his hands to grasp her pert buttocks.
Anzu felt like socking him one, at that, but was astutely reminded that they were being filmed, and so to do so would have been highly inappropriate. Killing Jou would have to wait until after the fact.
Composing herself, she wrapped her arms around him again and hitched a leg up onto his hip, and then hopped up with the other. Jou levered her securely around his waist as he walked the few steps toward the bed, then gently placed her down upon it. He was being uncharacteristically gentle, Anzu thought—or perhaps this was just the way he was, when it came to intimacy. She realised she had unfairly assumed him to the atypical, rough-and-tumble bonehead type, who went at it like a bull at a gate.
To her delight, she couldn't have been more wrong.
Jounouchi Katsuya was sensuous!
"Oh…" Anzu moaned inadvertently as he again kissed the sensitive skin of her neck, which had become warm and clammy under his touch.
She raked her fingers through his thick flaxen hair, feeling more than ready to receive him, at this point, while he explored the mountains and valleys of her body, running his hands over her breasts and across her hips. They kissed hungrily, enlivened and impassioned by their mutual familiarity.
Jounouchi flipped over onto his back, bringing Anzu with him in a playful game of rough-and-tumble. Her face flamed as it became apparent to her that he was, indeed, very ready to take things further. A scarlet haze bloomed beneath Jou's feverish cheeks, as he brought her head back down to kiss her again. Stealthily, he did away with her bra, her breasts falling into his waiting hands like low-hanging fruit, ripe for the picking.
Anzu moaned softly as Jou took a nipple in his mouth, suckling delicately at first, and then with teeth. She ground down on his engorged cock, breathlessly finding herself aching to touch it, to touch him—to pleasure him the way he had her. Kissing him deeply one more time, she shuffled downward, hooking her fingers into his underwear and pulling them down from his hips. Jou's formidable member sprung upward, standing to full erectness; Anzu couldn't help but admire it—him—biting her bottom lip wantonly, before closing her eyes and taking it into her mouth.
"Ngh…" Jou groaned, arching his back into the sensation. "Kuso…Anzu…"
At that, Anzu glanced up and shot him the glare of death, insinuating to refrain from addressing her as such, on-set. Something of a mood-killer, perhaps, but he soon got the hint, responding with an apologetic look before she resumed the task at hand.
Before long, Jou's limbs began to tremble, labored breaths rasping desperately from his throat. Before he got too carried away, Anzu crawled back up his body, and he quickly flipped her over. Hunger clouded his eyes as he hovered over her, absorbing the sight of her entirely nude body, as if burning it into his memory. Anzu was hit with the unsettling feeling that she was about to get the ravaging of her life—and yet, she felt just as eager as Jounouchi now looked.
Slowly and deliberately, Jounouchi unclipped the garter belt from around her waist, kissing her inner thighs tenderly as he slid her stockings down her legs, one by one. Anzu quivered deliriously as he undressed her, hardly recalling a time when she had felt as alive during intimacy as she did in this very moment.
Next, Jou reached for her g-string and pulled it down around her ankles, laying her bare as if it were the most natural thing in the world for them to do. Anzu couldn't help but flush, wondering what he must think of her. She needn't have worried, however, as the look in his eyes said it all, having gone from an expression of flirtatious desire to rampant, uncontainable lust.
"Oh! J…J…!" Anzu cried out, biting back his name that so desperately wanted to tear from her throat, as Jounouchi went down on her. He teased her lovingly and with great enthusiasm, sliding his tongue this way and that, delving in and out, before entering one finger, followed shortly by another.
"Oh, kami…" Anzu moaned, draping an arm over her eyes.
Jou rumbled lowly in gratification as he brought her closer and closer, her body quaking and flexing in the last moments before orgasm. Mere moments later, Anzu choked out a lusty cry as she came. Jounouchi capitalized on the moment, savouring the taste of her warm wetness, before crawling on his knees toward her. Anzu fruitlessly attempted to recover, their lips coming together amid her desperate gasps for air.
Unable to fight against his urges any longer, Jounouchi grasped her legs around his waist, wasting no time in mounting her as he slid his rigid cock into her eagerly awaiting well.
Both man and woman—closest of friends since childhood, now united as lovers—groaned in unison, as their bodies fused together in an embrace of ultimate closeness. It was as if nothing else mattered, as if no one else was there watching them, like they were back home in their own bed, making love as if it were for the thousandth time, rather than the first. It seemed as though everything around her faded into insignificance, and it was only Jounouchi Katsuya, with his beautiful butterscotch eyes, looking down at her.
Caught up in the moment as they were, reality soon came a-knocking.
"Anzu," Jou whispered hoarsely by her ear. "I can't hold on…I'm sorry…"
She closed her eyes, knowing what came next. "It's okay,"
Jounouchi reluctantly withdrew, as Anzu crawled into a position on her hands and knees. They both moaned shudderingly at the new sensation as Jou took her from behind. Working his jaw as he drove it home, Jou tried with all his might to stave off orgasm. It was a wasted effort, however; the sensation of Anzu's warm, inviting depths sliding up and down his cock was more than he could take. In those split seconds, he made a snap decision.
To hell with the money-shot.
Withdrawing from her once again, he lay down beside her. "Come here," he said, beckoning her to lay down in front of him, facing away, in a spoon-like position.
Anzu obliged, and effortlessly raised her leg upward toward her head—her many years of dancing proving useful, in more ways than one—allowing Jounouchi unhindered access from behind. He reached around, grasping for her breasts, as he pounded into her, his balls slapping frantically against the wetness of her pussy as the floodgates finally opened.
"Oh…oh, fuck!" Jou cried, clutching onto her as he erupted into a spectacular orgasm.
Anzu pressed herself back against him, receiving him to the core as he came, hard and strong into her. As the final few throes of their lovemaking ended, Anzu rolled over and curled into his chest, laying her head against the hard muscle of Jou's biceps. Jou in turn wound his arms around her, kissing her tenderly as he drifted down from the euphoric high. As their breathing returning to normal, they chuckled a little bashfully at each other, momentarily forgetting the presence of the camera crew, basking in the divine afterglow of comedown.
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Anzu took a deep breath—the deepest she'd taken all day—filing her lungs to bursting with chilly night air, before letting it out in a long, sweeping sigh. Any longer in that stuffy studio that reeked of sex and cigarettes, and she might have vomited—not that there was anything in her stomach, currently. It had now been over six hours, since she last ate.
"God, I'm starving." She muttered to herself, digging a snack bar out of her handbag. It would have to do, until she got home.
"That makes two of us," Jou concurred, lighting up a cigarette. "You wanna get some grub?"
"No, thanks; I've got food at home. But thanks."
"So…" Jou began, attempting to fill the inevitable awkwardness that began to grow between them, as they meandered in the general direction of the train station. "How do you think we did?"
"Well…they didn't ask us to change position, or redo anything," Anzu mused. "So, I'd say it was a win!"
"Saito-san sure seemed happy," Jounouchi recalled, given that both he and Anzu had been asked to come back for another shoot, the following week.
"I think he was a little stunned, actually."
Jou scuffed a stone along the pavement, as they walked, dragging on his smoke. "What makes you say that?"
"I don't know…" Anzu deliberated, still munching on her energy bar. "maybe because—"
"Because it wasn't fake?"
She cast a sideways glance at him. "You mean…you weren't just hamming it up, back there?"
"Nope…that was all me." He grinned. "I figured you deserved better than that, y'know…"
Anzu felt her cheeks warm in appreciation. Despite his usual brash audaciousness, Jou had always been chivalrous, when it came to women. "For what it's worth…I wasn't faking, either."
There was a time of silence as they mulled over the events of the evening, a thick wad of yen burning a hole in each of their respective pockets. The fact that they had crossed that ever-fine line between friendship and intimacy—and the repercussions of such, when that line was crossed—was only just beginning to dawn on them.
"Uhm, Anzu?" Jounouchi halted suddenly, stubbing out his cigarette and shoving his hands into his pockets.
She turned back. "Nani?"
"I'm just gonna come right out and say it—that was probably the best damn sex, I ever had."
"…Really?"
"Yeah, really." He shrugged. "And seeing as we've only been friends, up 'til now, I'm feeling pretty conflicted about it."
Anzu could see he was being earnest; his eyes were genuinely troubled. If there was one thing about Jou, it was that he was an open book, and wore his heart on his sleeve, always.
"Come on, we're going to miss our train." She stressed, linking her arm through his and jostling him along. They walked in strained silence, before making it to their designated platform.
"I admit, the way things turned out tonight was pretty weird." Anzu contemplated, after a time of gathering her thoughts. "But…we just did each other a favour, right?"
"A freakin' intimate favour, if you ask me!" Jou shrieked. "What if the guys end up seeing it, one day!?"
"Then we can call them out on their porn addiction." Anzu chuckled.
Jou massaged his forehead. "How are you being so cool about this? I feel like I'm on the brink of an existential crisis, here!"
"Okay, now you're being dramatic."
"I just had sex with my best friend for money—tell me that's not dramatic!"
Anzu rolled her blue eyes heavenward. "Jou, listen to me. Everyone has their dirty little secrets. This just so happens to be ours. It's not such a bad secret is it, really…right?"
Jou pushed his hair back, blowing his cheeks out and letting out an emphatic sigh. "Nah…I guess it isn't." he mumbled. "It's more the aftermath, I'm worried about."
Their train arrived, and, after letting passengers off, they boarded and found a seat. "Maybe we should take this as a sign," Anzu thought out loud.
"A sign for what?"
"To stop doing it…" Anzu answered quietly. "It's wrong…I know it is. It makes me feel pretty defiled, actually."
"Me, too." Jou agreed. "I should probably just get a second job, or somethin'."
She swiveled to face him. "Let's promise each other, then."
"Promise what?"
"That that will be our last time…"
He gave her a cheeky grin. "Don't you mean our first?"
"You know what I mean!" she punched him playfully in the arm.
"Alright, alright," he turned serious, taking her hands in his. "Do you, Anzu Mazaki, solemnly declare to never have sex for financial gain, again?"
She guffawed at his crudeness, and the fact that this whole state of affairs had somehow morphed into a twisted exchange of vows. "I do!" she exclaimed, extending her pinky finger toward him. "And do you, Jounouchi Katsuya, also solemnly declare to never use your body for financial gain, as long as you shall live?"
Jou linked his pinky around hers. "I do!"
Laughter being the cure for almost every tight spot they had found themselves in over the years, Anzu and Jounouchi laughed off what was sure to be the most absurd situation they had found themselves in, to date. If nothing else, their unexpected lovemaking session had forged their bond with each other even closer, potentially opening the door to a new paradigm of future desire.
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