^_^. Arigatou, minna! I hadn't expected the 10 reviews to come up in one
day! [huggles all the reviewers] thank you so much! 5 reviews that
surpassed my expectations! Thank you so much, everyone! Anyway- responces:
Duet Masaki: Don't be mean to Malik-chan! [smacks her] grrr! [calms down] gomen!
Solitaire: [gasp] you- you- you praised my work?! [gapes at solitaire] you couldn't possibly- [looks around all excitedly] you couldn't be one of the co- authors to "Return of the Demon"? [begs at Solitaire's feet] *_*.
Animegirl: [sigh] you can't review more than once per each chapter. I know- it sucks cuz sometimes I forget to write extra stuff to the writers. [frown] it sucks. Um. Jounouchi and some play time? Well- [taps her chin] I COULD say that it benefits Jou-chan. but it's more to Bakura's delight I guess! ((no- Malik's!)) arg. where am I going with this?
Noname: hmph. [looks at Malik] hmmmmmpppphhhh.. [inspects him] You wrote your own story, ne? About your hair and Gundam? [taps her chin] KAWAAIIIII!!! [huggles him all of a sudden] Hope you like his fic Malik- chan! (even if it's your own. [blush and looks away] - you'll get it at the end.) [suddenly whips out a camera and takes pictures of Yuugi] C'mon, Yuugi! You love the camera! [snaps more pictures] you hate the camera- it's mean! [snaps madly] hehehe. And my finals? [taps her chin] had my Astronomy test today. a lot of spare time- so yeah- that's why I could write this!
Sincere Angel: Actually. more than 15! [dances]
Renee the Rabid Squirrel: o.O pobresita! [huggles her] hopefully it gets warm over there! [ish roasting in 70degree weather] muahahahaha!
Anyway- THERE IS SLIGHT LIME! I know it's Jou/ uh. Jou- but that's not the point- there's fantasies involved! I actually didn't like how this one turns out. but I guess that's up to everyone to decide! (the self is the worst critic!)
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Gi Oh. I wish I did- because there'd definetly be some. [cough] yeah- but there isn't, so I don't own any of it! GOMEN!
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Just Let Me Be in Love: A Shiver
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It seemed that on that particular night, Jounouchi's father was in a relatively good mood- well, as good a mood as an alcoholic child molester could be. The man had decided that his night would be better spent with prostitutes than beating his son that would relentlessly fight back. He'd stormed out of the apartment an hour before, leaving the teenager to his room where he tried his best to concentrate on homework.
The teenager's pen grazed over his textbook- eyes reading but not understanding. It wasn't that he couldn't- it was that he didn't even want to try. Besides, reading about Native American tribes [1] weren't exactly his taste for the evening.
Jounouchi gave up, slamming his pen into the book and standing. Serenity would be gone with his mother for a few months so he was home alone, which to some extent, he liked. Yawning, he left the room, going to the kitchen and starting to rummage through the refrigerator's contents. 'Ah.' He reached for a carton of Minute Maid- was that all ever had? His eyes grazed over the multiple cartons before he closed the door. He wasn't necessarily complaining about the taste- but of what it constantly reminded him of. Taking a few gulps, he started back to his room, pausing at the front door that he locked without a second thought. Hopefully his father would pass out somewhere and he wouldn't have to see him till morning.
Closing his bedroom door, the teenager plopped down onto his bed, taking another drink from the apricot- tasting nectar; the flavor lingered on his tongue even after he'd swallowed. Joey lay down; closing his eyes slowly- the taste of the fluid livid on his lips. He actually wanted someone to be sharing the sweet taste with him just then.
Flashes of the day replayed in his mind; the taunting memories reminded him he should step away. But he didn't want to. Ryou's soft eyes looking at him in a calm and comfortable desperation as Bakura's pale pink lips parted to allow the tip of his tongue to gently lap up the water drops on Ryou's skin. Jounouchi smiled, licking his lips unconsciously. Bakura's muscled arms crushing his hikari against his firm chest, the smaller boy purring into the soft gnawing of his flesh.
The teenager could feel pain swiftly rising in his groin- he didn't want to be distracted from the gaze Ryou was giving him from underneath his half- lidded eyes. He also didn't want to be distracted from the teasing look Bakura had as his fingers wrapped around his hikari, teeth gently tugging at the velvet skin he seemed to control.
'I wonder how they'd taste.' Jounouchi thought, tip of his tongue running slowly over his lips once again. He took one last sip of the carton at his side, the nectar's flavor now completely entangled with the intoxicating pain in his groin. But he was almost scarred to touch- those memories kept reminding him of "his place". Away from Ryou- away from Bakura.
'But why can't you touch..?' A voice echoed in his mind. It felt out of place, but Joey didn't want to fight.
'Because- Ryou will never look at me the same. and Bakura all ready hates me.' Jounouchi suddenly had the urge to bite his tongue in regret from his mental conversation; his hands were gripping the comforter beneath him as he willed his erection to go way, but the pain was irresistible. Ryou moaning softly, chocolate orbs slipping closed- Bakura's own flashing in malicious delight as he pulled his hikari's hips towards him, connecting against his own, the yami smirking as Ryou moaned in approval. 'I need to stop this. onegai.'
'Why? Why do you want to make it go away?' The voice was talking in a very seductive manner. 'You know how they make you felt.' More memories- that day he'd seen Ryou pressed up against the brick wall of his school, Bakura trapping him there with his arms, the two sharing the gentle locking of lips; the look on Ryou's face was beautiful, the look on Bakura's face was of protective gentleness.
'Onegai. stop it..' Jounouchi whined internally, but he could feel his hand unbuttoning his pants and zipper at a steady pace.
The teenager gasped as he felt his hand gently stroke his length; the male's eyelids fluttered unconsciously at the pleasure controlled by his hand. 'I. I shouldn't be doing this.' His hand gripped harder, sliding over him almost in an expert- like manner. His fingertips applied more pressure. Jounouchi finally moaned softly, biting his bottom lip as the motions increased. 'I. I.' His hand squeezed harder emitting another gasp from the teenager as his body began to shiver lightly in his pleasure. 'I- I can't do this..'
His hand overpowered him in one last motion; his essence spilled away into it, the sheer moment causing his back to arc, moaning loudly into his climax. The moment lasted painfully short- why had he done that? In a willing attempt to shake off the waves of pleasurable after-shock, Jounouchi slid off his bed and went into the bathroom. He knew he had no control over what he had just done.
~*~*~
Malik licked his fingers covered in his own seed, smirking at his taste which lingered on his right hand. "Poor Jou-chan." He spoke in a happy manner, eyes finally up and watching Jounouchi slide off his bed, almost running into the hall. 'Bathroom probably.' His purple orbs looked to his right where Bakura sat watching the window in front of him. "Happy now?" The yami stayed silent, eyes not moving from the second story window. "I did what you wanted- controlled him and made him." Malik smirked, left hand running through his sandy- haired locks. "But you don't seem that pleased."
Bakura finally broke his gaze to look at the ground; thoughtfulness seemed to overtake him.
"Frankly, it's a strange way to win his affections."
"I'm not trying to win his affections!" Bakura snapped, Malik shrugging his shoulders before adjusting his pale purple top.
"If you say so. But it's curious what he was thinking about the whole time." His voice was taunting.
"Who was it?" Bakura looked back at the window.
"You and Ryou. I think you're just torturing the poor boy like this, though." He sighed, legs dangling underneath the tree branch the two were in.
"No one asked what you think."
"Whatever." Malik rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and starting to finger one of his golden dangling earrings. "Either way you can't ask me to do this again. If he hadn't been at least a little depressed just now, he would have fought me off from controlling him- he knows he didn't want to touch himself." The mortal teenager slid off the tree, landing softly on the grass below and looking up at his friend. Bakura's eyes broke from the window once again to gaze at Malik.
"Depressed?"
"Well- I wouldn't say as bad as Ryou used to be. but he thinks you hate him. But then again, you haven't really given him any reason for him to like you- but he does- a lot." The teenager smirked, turning and leaving the small garden of the apartment complex. Bakura's eyes refocused on the bedroom where Jounouchi entered once again, looking at his bedspread with a frown on his face. The blond teenager pulled the dark blue covering off, dragging it out of the room to be washed.
'He likes me too, huh? Well- he certainly seems capable.'
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[1]: Now before anyone gives me crap- no I don't hold anything against Native Americans! It's just that I actually sorta HATE being forced to study about them. I know all the tribes were interesting in their own ways and that they were pretty strong in their day. I just think it's horrible what happened to them with the army getting to them and all. -_-. I can't stomach how mean we were back then! [sniffle]
*NOTE ((as of 12.21 am on Jan 22!)): Because I keep reading reviews about my fan fics having a lot of grammatical "errors" and stuff (spelling, words missing, etc, etc..!) I decided to go through the sections of "Just Let Me Be in Love" so far in search of as many problems as I could spot. Um. if you find anything that REALLY stands out (missing words, inverted spelling) let me know so I can fix it! If the problem is pretty un-noticeable, then just don't let me know cuz I'll freak out with someone people that picky! ^_^.
Oh! And next update when I reach 30 reviews!
Duet Masaki: Don't be mean to Malik-chan! [smacks her] grrr! [calms down] gomen!
Solitaire: [gasp] you- you- you praised my work?! [gapes at solitaire] you couldn't possibly- [looks around all excitedly] you couldn't be one of the co- authors to "Return of the Demon"? [begs at Solitaire's feet] *_*.
Animegirl: [sigh] you can't review more than once per each chapter. I know- it sucks cuz sometimes I forget to write extra stuff to the writers. [frown] it sucks. Um. Jounouchi and some play time? Well- [taps her chin] I COULD say that it benefits Jou-chan. but it's more to Bakura's delight I guess! ((no- Malik's!)) arg. where am I going with this?
Noname: hmph. [looks at Malik] hmmmmmpppphhhh.. [inspects him] You wrote your own story, ne? About your hair and Gundam? [taps her chin] KAWAAIIIII!!! [huggles him all of a sudden] Hope you like his fic Malik- chan! (even if it's your own. [blush and looks away] - you'll get it at the end.) [suddenly whips out a camera and takes pictures of Yuugi] C'mon, Yuugi! You love the camera! [snaps more pictures] you hate the camera- it's mean! [snaps madly] hehehe. And my finals? [taps her chin] had my Astronomy test today. a lot of spare time- so yeah- that's why I could write this!
Sincere Angel: Actually. more than 15! [dances]
Renee the Rabid Squirrel: o.O pobresita! [huggles her] hopefully it gets warm over there! [ish roasting in 70degree weather] muahahahaha!
Anyway- THERE IS SLIGHT LIME! I know it's Jou/ uh. Jou- but that's not the point- there's fantasies involved! I actually didn't like how this one turns out. but I guess that's up to everyone to decide! (the self is the worst critic!)
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Gi Oh. I wish I did- because there'd definetly be some. [cough] yeah- but there isn't, so I don't own any of it! GOMEN!
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Just Let Me Be in Love: A Shiver
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It seemed that on that particular night, Jounouchi's father was in a relatively good mood- well, as good a mood as an alcoholic child molester could be. The man had decided that his night would be better spent with prostitutes than beating his son that would relentlessly fight back. He'd stormed out of the apartment an hour before, leaving the teenager to his room where he tried his best to concentrate on homework.
The teenager's pen grazed over his textbook- eyes reading but not understanding. It wasn't that he couldn't- it was that he didn't even want to try. Besides, reading about Native American tribes [1] weren't exactly his taste for the evening.
Jounouchi gave up, slamming his pen into the book and standing. Serenity would be gone with his mother for a few months so he was home alone, which to some extent, he liked. Yawning, he left the room, going to the kitchen and starting to rummage through the refrigerator's contents. 'Ah.' He reached for a carton of Minute Maid- was that all ever had? His eyes grazed over the multiple cartons before he closed the door. He wasn't necessarily complaining about the taste- but of what it constantly reminded him of. Taking a few gulps, he started back to his room, pausing at the front door that he locked without a second thought. Hopefully his father would pass out somewhere and he wouldn't have to see him till morning.
Closing his bedroom door, the teenager plopped down onto his bed, taking another drink from the apricot- tasting nectar; the flavor lingered on his tongue even after he'd swallowed. Joey lay down; closing his eyes slowly- the taste of the fluid livid on his lips. He actually wanted someone to be sharing the sweet taste with him just then.
Flashes of the day replayed in his mind; the taunting memories reminded him he should step away. But he didn't want to. Ryou's soft eyes looking at him in a calm and comfortable desperation as Bakura's pale pink lips parted to allow the tip of his tongue to gently lap up the water drops on Ryou's skin. Jounouchi smiled, licking his lips unconsciously. Bakura's muscled arms crushing his hikari against his firm chest, the smaller boy purring into the soft gnawing of his flesh.
The teenager could feel pain swiftly rising in his groin- he didn't want to be distracted from the gaze Ryou was giving him from underneath his half- lidded eyes. He also didn't want to be distracted from the teasing look Bakura had as his fingers wrapped around his hikari, teeth gently tugging at the velvet skin he seemed to control.
'I wonder how they'd taste.' Jounouchi thought, tip of his tongue running slowly over his lips once again. He took one last sip of the carton at his side, the nectar's flavor now completely entangled with the intoxicating pain in his groin. But he was almost scarred to touch- those memories kept reminding him of "his place". Away from Ryou- away from Bakura.
'But why can't you touch..?' A voice echoed in his mind. It felt out of place, but Joey didn't want to fight.
'Because- Ryou will never look at me the same. and Bakura all ready hates me.' Jounouchi suddenly had the urge to bite his tongue in regret from his mental conversation; his hands were gripping the comforter beneath him as he willed his erection to go way, but the pain was irresistible. Ryou moaning softly, chocolate orbs slipping closed- Bakura's own flashing in malicious delight as he pulled his hikari's hips towards him, connecting against his own, the yami smirking as Ryou moaned in approval. 'I need to stop this. onegai.'
'Why? Why do you want to make it go away?' The voice was talking in a very seductive manner. 'You know how they make you felt.' More memories- that day he'd seen Ryou pressed up against the brick wall of his school, Bakura trapping him there with his arms, the two sharing the gentle locking of lips; the look on Ryou's face was beautiful, the look on Bakura's face was of protective gentleness.
'Onegai. stop it..' Jounouchi whined internally, but he could feel his hand unbuttoning his pants and zipper at a steady pace.
The teenager gasped as he felt his hand gently stroke his length; the male's eyelids fluttered unconsciously at the pleasure controlled by his hand. 'I. I shouldn't be doing this.' His hand gripped harder, sliding over him almost in an expert- like manner. His fingertips applied more pressure. Jounouchi finally moaned softly, biting his bottom lip as the motions increased. 'I. I.' His hand squeezed harder emitting another gasp from the teenager as his body began to shiver lightly in his pleasure. 'I- I can't do this..'
His hand overpowered him in one last motion; his essence spilled away into it, the sheer moment causing his back to arc, moaning loudly into his climax. The moment lasted painfully short- why had he done that? In a willing attempt to shake off the waves of pleasurable after-shock, Jounouchi slid off his bed and went into the bathroom. He knew he had no control over what he had just done.
~*~*~
Malik licked his fingers covered in his own seed, smirking at his taste which lingered on his right hand. "Poor Jou-chan." He spoke in a happy manner, eyes finally up and watching Jounouchi slide off his bed, almost running into the hall. 'Bathroom probably.' His purple orbs looked to his right where Bakura sat watching the window in front of him. "Happy now?" The yami stayed silent, eyes not moving from the second story window. "I did what you wanted- controlled him and made him." Malik smirked, left hand running through his sandy- haired locks. "But you don't seem that pleased."
Bakura finally broke his gaze to look at the ground; thoughtfulness seemed to overtake him.
"Frankly, it's a strange way to win his affections."
"I'm not trying to win his affections!" Bakura snapped, Malik shrugging his shoulders before adjusting his pale purple top.
"If you say so. But it's curious what he was thinking about the whole time." His voice was taunting.
"Who was it?" Bakura looked back at the window.
"You and Ryou. I think you're just torturing the poor boy like this, though." He sighed, legs dangling underneath the tree branch the two were in.
"No one asked what you think."
"Whatever." Malik rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and starting to finger one of his golden dangling earrings. "Either way you can't ask me to do this again. If he hadn't been at least a little depressed just now, he would have fought me off from controlling him- he knows he didn't want to touch himself." The mortal teenager slid off the tree, landing softly on the grass below and looking up at his friend. Bakura's eyes broke from the window once again to gaze at Malik.
"Depressed?"
"Well- I wouldn't say as bad as Ryou used to be. but he thinks you hate him. But then again, you haven't really given him any reason for him to like you- but he does- a lot." The teenager smirked, turning and leaving the small garden of the apartment complex. Bakura's eyes refocused on the bedroom where Jounouchi entered once again, looking at his bedspread with a frown on his face. The blond teenager pulled the dark blue covering off, dragging it out of the room to be washed.
'He likes me too, huh? Well- he certainly seems capable.'
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[1]: Now before anyone gives me crap- no I don't hold anything against Native Americans! It's just that I actually sorta HATE being forced to study about them. I know all the tribes were interesting in their own ways and that they were pretty strong in their day. I just think it's horrible what happened to them with the army getting to them and all. -_-. I can't stomach how mean we were back then! [sniffle]
*NOTE ((as of 12.21 am on Jan 22!)): Because I keep reading reviews about my fan fics having a lot of grammatical "errors" and stuff (spelling, words missing, etc, etc..!) I decided to go through the sections of "Just Let Me Be in Love" so far in search of as many problems as I could spot. Um. if you find anything that REALLY stands out (missing words, inverted spelling) let me know so I can fix it! If the problem is pretty un-noticeable, then just don't let me know cuz I'll freak out with someone people that picky! ^_^.
Oh! And next update when I reach 30 reviews!
