Now with translations! ^^;
Daijoubu : It;s okay/ Are you okay? [when used as a question. Sorta like 'S'okay?'/'S'okay.']
Boku no/ Ore no = My
Gomen = Sorry
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Chapter 11: Support
Mild Yaoi
"Ne... Honda-kun...." Bakura asked carefully, eyes concerned as they walked to his apartment after school. "Daijoubu?"
"Why shouldn't I be?" Honda asked, not hiding the snap in his voice.
Bakura shrank back slightly, looking almost afraid. "Honda-kun...." he said softly, looking slightly hurt. "Your grades have been slipping and you've been... you're been so snappish and harsh...." He looked down at the ground as he walked.
Honda looked sullen. "I'll get to the work," he muttered.
"Honda-kun....." Hesitating slightly, Bakura reached out and put a hand on the boy's arm. "Please... you can tell me what's wrong..."
For a moment Honda looked like he would slap away Bakura's hand. Then his expression wavered and broke. "Nii-chan...." he said in a voice that was almost a whimper.
"Eh?" Bakura blinked, then his eyes went wide. "Something happened to your niisan?" he asked, concern doubling.
"Nii-chan got arrested...."
"Eee?! Sou naa!" Bakura exclaimed. "Honda-kun...."
"We don't even know how much they're charging him with yet," Honda whimpered, laying his head on Bakura's shoulder.
"Can you hold together until we reach the apartment?" Bakura asked gently, trying to comfort the taller boy.
Honda took a few deep breaths and pulled himself together.
Bakura unlocked the door and gently ushered Honda inside, closing and locking the door behind him before holding out his arms to comfort him.
Honda almost collapsed against him, coming close to crying.
Bakura held him tightly, gently rubbing his back, whispering assurances. "Daijoubu yo," he said softly. "You can let it all out. I'm here for you..."
"The police entered his apartment house while he was shooting up with some friends. He told us he'd stopped!"
Bakura winced, hugging Honda closer, unsure what to say.
"And-- and they think he was the one dealing...."
Bakura gently led Honda to the living room, sitting him on the couch and wrapping his arms around him.
"They're still turning up evidence and we don't know how much he's going to be charged with. And all the neighbors are remembering everything...."
"Honda-kun..." Bakura hugged the boy, trying to comfort him. "I'm sure it will all come out okay...."
"I'm NOT like him," Honda almost sobbed. "I'm NOT!"
Bakura's eyes went wide. "Of course you're not!" he agreed.
"But everyone remembers him and they says that brothers can't be that different."
"So you'll have to prove them wrong," Bakura decided.
"How?"
"I can help you with your school work so your grades will be better. So when they say you're just like your brother you can bring out your grades to show them how much better you are," Bakura smiled.
"But everything else.... You can't prove to people that I'm clean if they don't want to believe."
Bakura thought a bit more. "Maybe if you join a sport?" he suggested.
Honda made a face. "I don't like sports."
"Maybe you could join the track team? It's not that much of a sport," Bakura suggested.
Honda thought about it a moment. "What would I tell Jounouchi-tachi?"
"That you wanted to do it? Or you could always say you're doing it for me," Bakura smiled. "Even Jounouchi-kun could accept that, the way he's always showing off for Mai-san."
Honda sighed and lay down, resting his head in Bakura's lap. "I idolized him when I was young...."
Bakura gently played with Honda's hair. "He was your older brother," he said simply.
"Why did he lie to us, Bakura?"
"I don't know... Maybe he didn't want to ruin your image of him...?"
"But we could have helped him if we knew...."
Bakura continued gently stroking Honda's hair, unsure what to say.
"I don't want to be like him. I don't want him to be like him...."
"You won't be. You're better then he is," Bakura soothed. "You're my Hiro-hentai."
Honda sobbed again. "Ryou-neko...."
Bakura pulled him up into a hug. "Boku no Hiro-hentai..." he said lovingly.
Honda kissed him fiercely.
"Aa! Honda-kun!" Bakura smiled brightly as the boy arrived. "How did practice go?" he asked, taking Honda's bag.
Honda sighed, collapsing on the couch. "Killer. But I'm getting better!"
"That's always good," Bakura smiled, walking over. "Lay down, I'll give you a back rub," he instructed gently.
"Mmmm, back rub," Honda said happily, stretching out on his stomach.
Bakura gave a smile, sliding the taller boy's jacket off before gently straddling him and leaning forward to kneed Honda's back. "I have dinner almost ready," he said as he worked. "I can cook it up whenever you'd like."
"What would I do without you?" Honda asked fondly.
Bakura gave a happy smile. "Save that until later when I bring out the massage oil," he teased.
Honda groaned. "Don't make me horny now when I have no resistance!"
Bakura gave a small laugh. "All right, if you insist," he smiled almost impishly, abruptly finishing the massage and getting up.
"Hey!" Honda protested, propping himself up. "Where'd you go?"
"You said not to make you horny," Bakura replied innocently.
"I didn't mean that you should stop giving me a massage," Honda whined. "I like having you sit on me."
"And you know what that led to yesterday," the smaller boy pointed out with a smile.
Honda grinned like an idiot. "Yeah."
"So the massage should wait until you're not going to protest being turned on."
"But why?"
Bakura gave a sigh, shaking his head with a small smile. "Baka..." he said softly before pushing the taller boy to be lying flat on the couch again. "So you're saying next time I shouldn't listen to your protesting, hmmm?" he teased as he resumed his previous position.
"Why would I protest? I like it when you turn me on," Honda murmured, dropping into a doze as Bakura gave him a massage.
"I think you need more sleep, Honda-kun."
"No I don't. I need my Ryou-neko," Honda answered petulantly.
Bakura smiled fondly, making his motions more gentle to lull the taller boy into sleep.
Before long, Honda had relaxed into sleep, murmuring Bakura's name lovingly.
Carefully, the pale haired boy disengaged, covering Honda with a heavy blanket before retrieving his school work and settling down in the chair across from the sleeping boy.
"Bakura...." Honda murmured, reaching out to find the other boy. "Bakura?" He opened one eye, blinking at the light, and looked around the room.
"Hm? Nani?" the pale haired boy asked, looking up from his book.
"There you are. Come here so I can molest you."
Bakura gave a small laugh, putting his book down. "Sometimes I think I spoil you too much," he teased lightly as he walked over.
"Spoiled? Me?" Honda asked, pulling Bakura down next to him and caressing his sides. "You're the spoiled one. All this attention."
Bakura's eyelids fluttered slightly. "You have me at your beck and call and you say I'm the spoiled one? Baka Honda-kun," he countered as he melted against the taller boy.
"Well, what about you? Daily affection, as much touching as you want? I think you're the spoiled one." Honda leaned closer and brushed Bakura's lips with his own.
The boy parted his lips slightly, reaching out to trace the line of Honda's cheek.
"See?" Honda murmured as he kissed Bakura again. "Very spoiled."
"Mmmm," Bakura agreed, moving to snuggle under the blanket along side his boyfriend.
Cradling the back of Bakura's head, Honda kissed him deeply.
The pale haired boy melted into the kiss, curling up against the taller boy.
"Now then. Now that I have you here what should I do with you?"
"Spoil me further?" Bakura requested with faked innocence.
"I suppose I'll have to," Honda admitted, tracing lines up and down Bakura's sides a moment before moving his attention to taking off the other boy's shirt.
The pale haired boy sighed happily, wriggling slightly to help Honda get him out of his shirt.
Honda laughed and petted him. "You'll be out of it soon enough, Ryou neko," he said. His hands hovered at Bakura's waistband, then moved away to stroke his chest.
Bakura began undoing the buttons on Honda's shirt, happily purring and nuzzling the newly exposed skin, playing the part of his nickname.
Still smiling, Honda redirected Bakura's lips to his own. "I love you," he whispered, pulling Bakura closer.
"I love you too," Bakura echoed, kissing back. "I've been missing you when you've been at practice, and seeing you when you're in your running shorts makes me miss you all the more," he said, tracing light patters on Honda's chest.
Honda shivered. "Bakura.... Go put on the catsuit?"
Bakura gave a smile and nodded, lingering for one more kiss before getting up and exiting to his room.
Honda waited, trying to distract himself from the fact that the thought of Bakura in leather was already starting to make him hard.
Finally Bakura's door opened and the boy emerged, cheeks mildly flushed. Smiling almost impishly, he beckoned Honda with a gloved hand.
Honda walked over, tracing over the leather with his fingers while he bent his lips to Bakura's neck.
The boy gave a small quiet moan, wrapping his arms around Honda to steady himself. "Honda-kun," he breathed, nuzzling against him.
"I want you so much...." Honda breathed almost inaudibly.
Bakura stilled a moment. "Gomen ne..." he said softly. "I'm... I'm not ready to go that far...."
Honda blinked at him. "What?"
The pale haired boy blushed slightly, shaking his head. "Nandemonai...."
"I want to touch you," Honda said softly into Bakura's ear, one hand drifting lower to Bakura's leather covered hardness.
The boy shivered slightly, melting further against the taller boy.
Honda held him, stroking him gently through the leather and kissing him deeply.
Bakura moaned against Honda's mouth, clinging to him, face flushed.
"I love you," Honda whispered, blowing against Bakura's neck lightly as he nibbled it.
Bakura's reply was incoherent as he gasped, breath coming fast. He gave a sharp cry as he came, going limp against his boyfriend.
Honda cradled him close, supporting him. He nuzzled Bakura gently. "You feel better now?"
The boy gave an almost tired, but satisfied smile and nodded. "Do you need...?" he asked, still slightly breathless.
Honda started to say no, but his throbbing erection wouldn't be denied. "Ee," he said, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.
Bakura smiled softly. With a smooth motion he pulled off one of his gloves before gently sliding his hands down Honda's chest towards his pants.
Honda's breathing grew heavy in anticipation as he strained to meet Bakura's light touches.
With an almost teasing slowness, Bakura sank to his knees, undoing the button and zipper of Honda's pants, hands and breath passing over the taller boy's hardness.
Honda's hands fisted tightly as he moaned deep in his throat. "Bakura.... Move before I...."
Bakura cupped his hands around Honda's erection, the leathered hand stroking the length with the unprotected one caressed the tip, cradling it to hold what would come.
Unable to hold it anymore, Honda gave a deep moan and came, collapsing limply onto the couch behind him.
Bakura kissed him gently before heading for the bathroom to clean up.
"Hey, Honda!" Jounouchi waved his friend down in the hallway. "Arcade's having an after school special, bring yer ID and ya get 4 free tokens. Wanna go?"
"I have practice," Honda answered. "Maybe another time."
Jounouchi scowled. "Can't ya ditch it? It's not like you like sports or anything in the first place...."
"This one's important," Honda explained patiently. "If I can impress coach today I get to run in the next meet."
Jounouchi's scowl deepened and he sullenly put his hands in his pockets. "After it then," he pressed.
"Sure, for a bit," Honda conceded with a shrug. "But practice is really tiring, so don't expect too much."
"I just wanna be able to SEE you out side of school," Jounouchi commented. "Yer spending all yer damned time with this track crap."
Honda's eyes narrowed slightly. "It's not crap," he said. "It's a discipline. But I wouldn't expect you to understand something like that."
"It's something ya never gave a shit about before hand," Jounouchi snapped. "Just tell me what this is really about already and stop defending something I KNOW you don't like!"
"If I want to build up my strength it's none of your business," Honda maintained grimly. "Or are you just jealous that I'm getting more attention through this than you are at dueling?"
"Attention from whom?! No one but Bakura ever sees you anymore!"
Honda looked down briefly. "Maybe I don't mind that," he said softly.
Jounouchi stared. "Are you saying you don't give a fuck about the rest of us anymore?!" he accused, hurt and angry.
Honda scowled. "Don't put words in my mouth."
"Then start saying shit that makes sense!" Jounouchi snapped. "I'm tired of loosing you, Honda! If you want me to just fuck off and never talk to you again just fuckin' say so and stop this shit!"
Honda's fists clenched a moment, and then he looked down. "If you can't deal with this, maybe you should," he said softly.
"I can't deal with that fact that I never see you anymore!" Jounouchi countered. "You're my best FRIEND damnit! We've had each others backs since we started school together! Just tell me what the fuck you WANT from me and I'll do it! I'll give up dueling and join you on the fuckin; track team if it means I'll actually get to TALK to you!" The boy's voice was getting emotional and his fists were clenched.
Honda trembled slightly, still looking down to mask the fact that he was near tears. He didn't want pity from Jounouchi. If the other boy just left it would be better.....
He knew it wasn't true, but how was he supposed to explain to Jounouchi that he was trying to prove to everyone that he wasn't a bum like....
He looked up, startled. "Like you...."
Jounouchi blinked. "Huh?" he asked eloquently.
"Your dad," Honda began. "He's a schmuck."
"Yeeeeaaaah..." Jounouchi said slowly. "Yer point...?"
"Don't you want to prove you're better than him?"
Jounouchi gave a shrug. "Don't need to. I mean..." he gave a small laugh. "I could be a drooling moron and still be better then him."
"Sou yo," Honda murmured. Maybe the blonde wouldn't understand after all.
"Honda..." Jounouchi put a hand on his friends shoulder. "C'mon, spill. What's on yer mind? Who are ya trying to prove that yer better then?"
"You remember my brother?" Honda started hesitantly.
"The dog guy?"
Honda nodded. "Nii-chan.... got arrested on drug charges....."
The blonds eyes went wide. "Shit..." He blinked. "And that's why you've been doing this insanity?"
"It's not!" Honda protested hotly. "Mom and dad feel like failures as parents! I'm just... trying to prove they're not...."
"Honda..." Jounouchi put an arm around his friend. "You don't need to prove it. You just being you proves it. You're a great guy. Yer not going out and getting trashed, you do well in school and ya have people who like you. You don't need to be the boy wonder, you just need to be you."
Honda shrugged. "I don't like people looking at me cross-eyed."
The blond shrugged as well. "You just have to learn to not let it get to you. They're only doing it because it makes them feel like they're better then you are, which they're not." He cracked a grin. "And besides, if you don't want people to look at ya funny, ya should stop trying ta make yer hair look like a horn," he ribbed.
"It does not!" Honda protested, running a hand through his hair. "And I should get to practice. I really want to run this race."
Jounouchi gave a chuckle, pulling. "Fine, fine. But yer not getting out of going to the arcade, got it?" he pointed.
"Got it," Honda said, giving the other boy a thumbs up as he ran out.
"You're quitting track...?"
"Gomen, Ryou-neko," Honda said, lying down so his head was in Bakura's lap. "No more running shorts."
The boy gave a smile. "Why? You're throwing them out?" he teased gently as he played with the taller boy's hair.
Honda smiled. "Always look on the bright side, don't you?"
"There's a dull side?" Bakura countered, still smiling.
"I guess not," Honda conceded. "I won't be so exhausted anymore."
"Which is good," Bakura agreed. "As nice as it is watching you sleep, I'd much rather have you awake."
Honda smirked. "And what would you like to do with me while I'm awake?" he asked in a suggestive voice.
Bakura gave a small laugh. "Maybe I should take that back. It's much more peaceful when you're asleep."
Honda turned and nuzzled against Bakura's crotch. "But not as much fun."
The boy gave a small gasp at the contact. "Mou, Honda-kun!" he smiled, pushing the boy back some, cheeks flushed.
"Hm?" Honda asked, giving Bakura a mischievous smile.
The boy sighed slightly, smiling despite himself. "Why is it we never cuddle anymore until after you've satisfied your overactive sex drive?" he teased lightly.
"Hey," Honda protested, looking hurt.
"Joking, Hiro-hentai," Bakura assured, running his fingers through the darker boy's hair.
"I try and make sure it's what you want first.... I don't force you into anything...."
"I know," Bakura assured again, smiling softly. "I'm just teasing you, daijoubu." He shifted to hug the taller boy awkwardly.
Honda sat up to meet the hug, kissing Bakura on the brow.
The pale haired boy shifted again, moving to be laying beside his lover, snuggling closely.
"If you just want to cuddle that's what we'll do," Honda said softly.
Bakura nodded slightly. "For right now, I just want to enjoy you being here," he said softly. "Maybe later we'll play."
Honda shifted, holding Bakura against him and stroking the boy's hair.
Bakura gave a soft murmur of appreciation, snuggling closer.
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Hey look! An authors note! ^^;
First note: No, there isn't going to be a Yami Bakura in this. We're trying to keep this mostly fluffy. Adding in a Yami Bakura = adding in much mess. So... pretend this is like.. post series and the issue of yamis and such is all dealt with and such. ^^
2nd: We don't hate Jounouchi. He tends to be a bastard in the manga and anime so he tends to be a bit of a bastard here too. It's just how he is. [You should see him in the manga, he yells at poor Bakura-kun something wicked so many times... nearly bites the poor boys head off whenever Bakura-kun voices his conserns over things.]
To Crying Pierrot:
Re: the using Japanese thing: eeeeh... at the risk of making us sound like utter bitches... We;re really not going to stop the using of Japanese in the fic. There;s alot of things that you just can't DO properly in English that you can do in Japanese. [example of this will be coming up in... oh... 2? 3? chapterish? I will try and rememebr to go put in translations o stuff though.
Re: the scar thing Twans't ment as filler. [actualy, it's kinda hard to have filler since we really don't have much o a plot. ^^;] Twas more ment as an acklonagement of the fact that there is depths and seriousness here. Bakura has issues. The plot is the pair of them getting together/their relationship, so stuff that shows devleopment of such doesn't count as filler, yes? ^^
Whee, people readin' this an' likin' it. And you all can see how the Fran spells and typos cause authors notes don;t get spellchecked. Whoo. *looks around* Yeah, think that's all fer now...
Oh yes, m'page has the fics on it and they get updated far more regularly then this does cause I'm a lazy ass and I forget to upload here. So, Fics at: Yuugiou.fran-web.net/FanFic/JF/ [just put the http:// before it cause FF.net eats things like URLs and the like.]
Enjoy the authors note, they're rarer then fluff fics. ^^;
- Fran [The one who actualy puts this thing up. Lazy Juchan just does her part writing. Heh. :)]
Daijoubu : It;s okay/ Are you okay? [when used as a question. Sorta like 'S'okay?'/'S'okay.']
Boku no/ Ore no = My
Gomen = Sorry
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Chapter 11: Support
Mild Yaoi
"Ne... Honda-kun...." Bakura asked carefully, eyes concerned as they walked to his apartment after school. "Daijoubu?"
"Why shouldn't I be?" Honda asked, not hiding the snap in his voice.
Bakura shrank back slightly, looking almost afraid. "Honda-kun...." he said softly, looking slightly hurt. "Your grades have been slipping and you've been... you're been so snappish and harsh...." He looked down at the ground as he walked.
Honda looked sullen. "I'll get to the work," he muttered.
"Honda-kun....." Hesitating slightly, Bakura reached out and put a hand on the boy's arm. "Please... you can tell me what's wrong..."
For a moment Honda looked like he would slap away Bakura's hand. Then his expression wavered and broke. "Nii-chan...." he said in a voice that was almost a whimper.
"Eh?" Bakura blinked, then his eyes went wide. "Something happened to your niisan?" he asked, concern doubling.
"Nii-chan got arrested...."
"Eee?! Sou naa!" Bakura exclaimed. "Honda-kun...."
"We don't even know how much they're charging him with yet," Honda whimpered, laying his head on Bakura's shoulder.
"Can you hold together until we reach the apartment?" Bakura asked gently, trying to comfort the taller boy.
Honda took a few deep breaths and pulled himself together.
Bakura unlocked the door and gently ushered Honda inside, closing and locking the door behind him before holding out his arms to comfort him.
Honda almost collapsed against him, coming close to crying.
Bakura held him tightly, gently rubbing his back, whispering assurances. "Daijoubu yo," he said softly. "You can let it all out. I'm here for you..."
"The police entered his apartment house while he was shooting up with some friends. He told us he'd stopped!"
Bakura winced, hugging Honda closer, unsure what to say.
"And-- and they think he was the one dealing...."
Bakura gently led Honda to the living room, sitting him on the couch and wrapping his arms around him.
"They're still turning up evidence and we don't know how much he's going to be charged with. And all the neighbors are remembering everything...."
"Honda-kun..." Bakura hugged the boy, trying to comfort him. "I'm sure it will all come out okay...."
"I'm NOT like him," Honda almost sobbed. "I'm NOT!"
Bakura's eyes went wide. "Of course you're not!" he agreed.
"But everyone remembers him and they says that brothers can't be that different."
"So you'll have to prove them wrong," Bakura decided.
"How?"
"I can help you with your school work so your grades will be better. So when they say you're just like your brother you can bring out your grades to show them how much better you are," Bakura smiled.
"But everything else.... You can't prove to people that I'm clean if they don't want to believe."
Bakura thought a bit more. "Maybe if you join a sport?" he suggested.
Honda made a face. "I don't like sports."
"Maybe you could join the track team? It's not that much of a sport," Bakura suggested.
Honda thought about it a moment. "What would I tell Jounouchi-tachi?"
"That you wanted to do it? Or you could always say you're doing it for me," Bakura smiled. "Even Jounouchi-kun could accept that, the way he's always showing off for Mai-san."
Honda sighed and lay down, resting his head in Bakura's lap. "I idolized him when I was young...."
Bakura gently played with Honda's hair. "He was your older brother," he said simply.
"Why did he lie to us, Bakura?"
"I don't know... Maybe he didn't want to ruin your image of him...?"
"But we could have helped him if we knew...."
Bakura continued gently stroking Honda's hair, unsure what to say.
"I don't want to be like him. I don't want him to be like him...."
"You won't be. You're better then he is," Bakura soothed. "You're my Hiro-hentai."
Honda sobbed again. "Ryou-neko...."
Bakura pulled him up into a hug. "Boku no Hiro-hentai..." he said lovingly.
Honda kissed him fiercely.
"Aa! Honda-kun!" Bakura smiled brightly as the boy arrived. "How did practice go?" he asked, taking Honda's bag.
Honda sighed, collapsing on the couch. "Killer. But I'm getting better!"
"That's always good," Bakura smiled, walking over. "Lay down, I'll give you a back rub," he instructed gently.
"Mmmm, back rub," Honda said happily, stretching out on his stomach.
Bakura gave a smile, sliding the taller boy's jacket off before gently straddling him and leaning forward to kneed Honda's back. "I have dinner almost ready," he said as he worked. "I can cook it up whenever you'd like."
"What would I do without you?" Honda asked fondly.
Bakura gave a happy smile. "Save that until later when I bring out the massage oil," he teased.
Honda groaned. "Don't make me horny now when I have no resistance!"
Bakura gave a small laugh. "All right, if you insist," he smiled almost impishly, abruptly finishing the massage and getting up.
"Hey!" Honda protested, propping himself up. "Where'd you go?"
"You said not to make you horny," Bakura replied innocently.
"I didn't mean that you should stop giving me a massage," Honda whined. "I like having you sit on me."
"And you know what that led to yesterday," the smaller boy pointed out with a smile.
Honda grinned like an idiot. "Yeah."
"So the massage should wait until you're not going to protest being turned on."
"But why?"
Bakura gave a sigh, shaking his head with a small smile. "Baka..." he said softly before pushing the taller boy to be lying flat on the couch again. "So you're saying next time I shouldn't listen to your protesting, hmmm?" he teased as he resumed his previous position.
"Why would I protest? I like it when you turn me on," Honda murmured, dropping into a doze as Bakura gave him a massage.
"I think you need more sleep, Honda-kun."
"No I don't. I need my Ryou-neko," Honda answered petulantly.
Bakura smiled fondly, making his motions more gentle to lull the taller boy into sleep.
Before long, Honda had relaxed into sleep, murmuring Bakura's name lovingly.
Carefully, the pale haired boy disengaged, covering Honda with a heavy blanket before retrieving his school work and settling down in the chair across from the sleeping boy.
"Bakura...." Honda murmured, reaching out to find the other boy. "Bakura?" He opened one eye, blinking at the light, and looked around the room.
"Hm? Nani?" the pale haired boy asked, looking up from his book.
"There you are. Come here so I can molest you."
Bakura gave a small laugh, putting his book down. "Sometimes I think I spoil you too much," he teased lightly as he walked over.
"Spoiled? Me?" Honda asked, pulling Bakura down next to him and caressing his sides. "You're the spoiled one. All this attention."
Bakura's eyelids fluttered slightly. "You have me at your beck and call and you say I'm the spoiled one? Baka Honda-kun," he countered as he melted against the taller boy.
"Well, what about you? Daily affection, as much touching as you want? I think you're the spoiled one." Honda leaned closer and brushed Bakura's lips with his own.
The boy parted his lips slightly, reaching out to trace the line of Honda's cheek.
"See?" Honda murmured as he kissed Bakura again. "Very spoiled."
"Mmmm," Bakura agreed, moving to snuggle under the blanket along side his boyfriend.
Cradling the back of Bakura's head, Honda kissed him deeply.
The pale haired boy melted into the kiss, curling up against the taller boy.
"Now then. Now that I have you here what should I do with you?"
"Spoil me further?" Bakura requested with faked innocence.
"I suppose I'll have to," Honda admitted, tracing lines up and down Bakura's sides a moment before moving his attention to taking off the other boy's shirt.
The pale haired boy sighed happily, wriggling slightly to help Honda get him out of his shirt.
Honda laughed and petted him. "You'll be out of it soon enough, Ryou neko," he said. His hands hovered at Bakura's waistband, then moved away to stroke his chest.
Bakura began undoing the buttons on Honda's shirt, happily purring and nuzzling the newly exposed skin, playing the part of his nickname.
Still smiling, Honda redirected Bakura's lips to his own. "I love you," he whispered, pulling Bakura closer.
"I love you too," Bakura echoed, kissing back. "I've been missing you when you've been at practice, and seeing you when you're in your running shorts makes me miss you all the more," he said, tracing light patters on Honda's chest.
Honda shivered. "Bakura.... Go put on the catsuit?"
Bakura gave a smile and nodded, lingering for one more kiss before getting up and exiting to his room.
Honda waited, trying to distract himself from the fact that the thought of Bakura in leather was already starting to make him hard.
Finally Bakura's door opened and the boy emerged, cheeks mildly flushed. Smiling almost impishly, he beckoned Honda with a gloved hand.
Honda walked over, tracing over the leather with his fingers while he bent his lips to Bakura's neck.
The boy gave a small quiet moan, wrapping his arms around Honda to steady himself. "Honda-kun," he breathed, nuzzling against him.
"I want you so much...." Honda breathed almost inaudibly.
Bakura stilled a moment. "Gomen ne..." he said softly. "I'm... I'm not ready to go that far...."
Honda blinked at him. "What?"
The pale haired boy blushed slightly, shaking his head. "Nandemonai...."
"I want to touch you," Honda said softly into Bakura's ear, one hand drifting lower to Bakura's leather covered hardness.
The boy shivered slightly, melting further against the taller boy.
Honda held him, stroking him gently through the leather and kissing him deeply.
Bakura moaned against Honda's mouth, clinging to him, face flushed.
"I love you," Honda whispered, blowing against Bakura's neck lightly as he nibbled it.
Bakura's reply was incoherent as he gasped, breath coming fast. He gave a sharp cry as he came, going limp against his boyfriend.
Honda cradled him close, supporting him. He nuzzled Bakura gently. "You feel better now?"
The boy gave an almost tired, but satisfied smile and nodded. "Do you need...?" he asked, still slightly breathless.
Honda started to say no, but his throbbing erection wouldn't be denied. "Ee," he said, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.
Bakura smiled softly. With a smooth motion he pulled off one of his gloves before gently sliding his hands down Honda's chest towards his pants.
Honda's breathing grew heavy in anticipation as he strained to meet Bakura's light touches.
With an almost teasing slowness, Bakura sank to his knees, undoing the button and zipper of Honda's pants, hands and breath passing over the taller boy's hardness.
Honda's hands fisted tightly as he moaned deep in his throat. "Bakura.... Move before I...."
Bakura cupped his hands around Honda's erection, the leathered hand stroking the length with the unprotected one caressed the tip, cradling it to hold what would come.
Unable to hold it anymore, Honda gave a deep moan and came, collapsing limply onto the couch behind him.
Bakura kissed him gently before heading for the bathroom to clean up.
"Hey, Honda!" Jounouchi waved his friend down in the hallway. "Arcade's having an after school special, bring yer ID and ya get 4 free tokens. Wanna go?"
"I have practice," Honda answered. "Maybe another time."
Jounouchi scowled. "Can't ya ditch it? It's not like you like sports or anything in the first place...."
"This one's important," Honda explained patiently. "If I can impress coach today I get to run in the next meet."
Jounouchi's scowl deepened and he sullenly put his hands in his pockets. "After it then," he pressed.
"Sure, for a bit," Honda conceded with a shrug. "But practice is really tiring, so don't expect too much."
"I just wanna be able to SEE you out side of school," Jounouchi commented. "Yer spending all yer damned time with this track crap."
Honda's eyes narrowed slightly. "It's not crap," he said. "It's a discipline. But I wouldn't expect you to understand something like that."
"It's something ya never gave a shit about before hand," Jounouchi snapped. "Just tell me what this is really about already and stop defending something I KNOW you don't like!"
"If I want to build up my strength it's none of your business," Honda maintained grimly. "Or are you just jealous that I'm getting more attention through this than you are at dueling?"
"Attention from whom?! No one but Bakura ever sees you anymore!"
Honda looked down briefly. "Maybe I don't mind that," he said softly.
Jounouchi stared. "Are you saying you don't give a fuck about the rest of us anymore?!" he accused, hurt and angry.
Honda scowled. "Don't put words in my mouth."
"Then start saying shit that makes sense!" Jounouchi snapped. "I'm tired of loosing you, Honda! If you want me to just fuck off and never talk to you again just fuckin' say so and stop this shit!"
Honda's fists clenched a moment, and then he looked down. "If you can't deal with this, maybe you should," he said softly.
"I can't deal with that fact that I never see you anymore!" Jounouchi countered. "You're my best FRIEND damnit! We've had each others backs since we started school together! Just tell me what the fuck you WANT from me and I'll do it! I'll give up dueling and join you on the fuckin; track team if it means I'll actually get to TALK to you!" The boy's voice was getting emotional and his fists were clenched.
Honda trembled slightly, still looking down to mask the fact that he was near tears. He didn't want pity from Jounouchi. If the other boy just left it would be better.....
He knew it wasn't true, but how was he supposed to explain to Jounouchi that he was trying to prove to everyone that he wasn't a bum like....
He looked up, startled. "Like you...."
Jounouchi blinked. "Huh?" he asked eloquently.
"Your dad," Honda began. "He's a schmuck."
"Yeeeeaaaah..." Jounouchi said slowly. "Yer point...?"
"Don't you want to prove you're better than him?"
Jounouchi gave a shrug. "Don't need to. I mean..." he gave a small laugh. "I could be a drooling moron and still be better then him."
"Sou yo," Honda murmured. Maybe the blonde wouldn't understand after all.
"Honda..." Jounouchi put a hand on his friends shoulder. "C'mon, spill. What's on yer mind? Who are ya trying to prove that yer better then?"
"You remember my brother?" Honda started hesitantly.
"The dog guy?"
Honda nodded. "Nii-chan.... got arrested on drug charges....."
The blonds eyes went wide. "Shit..." He blinked. "And that's why you've been doing this insanity?"
"It's not!" Honda protested hotly. "Mom and dad feel like failures as parents! I'm just... trying to prove they're not...."
"Honda..." Jounouchi put an arm around his friend. "You don't need to prove it. You just being you proves it. You're a great guy. Yer not going out and getting trashed, you do well in school and ya have people who like you. You don't need to be the boy wonder, you just need to be you."
Honda shrugged. "I don't like people looking at me cross-eyed."
The blond shrugged as well. "You just have to learn to not let it get to you. They're only doing it because it makes them feel like they're better then you are, which they're not." He cracked a grin. "And besides, if you don't want people to look at ya funny, ya should stop trying ta make yer hair look like a horn," he ribbed.
"It does not!" Honda protested, running a hand through his hair. "And I should get to practice. I really want to run this race."
Jounouchi gave a chuckle, pulling. "Fine, fine. But yer not getting out of going to the arcade, got it?" he pointed.
"Got it," Honda said, giving the other boy a thumbs up as he ran out.
"You're quitting track...?"
"Gomen, Ryou-neko," Honda said, lying down so his head was in Bakura's lap. "No more running shorts."
The boy gave a smile. "Why? You're throwing them out?" he teased gently as he played with the taller boy's hair.
Honda smiled. "Always look on the bright side, don't you?"
"There's a dull side?" Bakura countered, still smiling.
"I guess not," Honda conceded. "I won't be so exhausted anymore."
"Which is good," Bakura agreed. "As nice as it is watching you sleep, I'd much rather have you awake."
Honda smirked. "And what would you like to do with me while I'm awake?" he asked in a suggestive voice.
Bakura gave a small laugh. "Maybe I should take that back. It's much more peaceful when you're asleep."
Honda turned and nuzzled against Bakura's crotch. "But not as much fun."
The boy gave a small gasp at the contact. "Mou, Honda-kun!" he smiled, pushing the boy back some, cheeks flushed.
"Hm?" Honda asked, giving Bakura a mischievous smile.
The boy sighed slightly, smiling despite himself. "Why is it we never cuddle anymore until after you've satisfied your overactive sex drive?" he teased lightly.
"Hey," Honda protested, looking hurt.
"Joking, Hiro-hentai," Bakura assured, running his fingers through the darker boy's hair.
"I try and make sure it's what you want first.... I don't force you into anything...."
"I know," Bakura assured again, smiling softly. "I'm just teasing you, daijoubu." He shifted to hug the taller boy awkwardly.
Honda sat up to meet the hug, kissing Bakura on the brow.
The pale haired boy shifted again, moving to be laying beside his lover, snuggling closely.
"If you just want to cuddle that's what we'll do," Honda said softly.
Bakura nodded slightly. "For right now, I just want to enjoy you being here," he said softly. "Maybe later we'll play."
Honda shifted, holding Bakura against him and stroking the boy's hair.
Bakura gave a soft murmur of appreciation, snuggling closer.
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Hey look! An authors note! ^^;
First note: No, there isn't going to be a Yami Bakura in this. We're trying to keep this mostly fluffy. Adding in a Yami Bakura = adding in much mess. So... pretend this is like.. post series and the issue of yamis and such is all dealt with and such. ^^
2nd: We don't hate Jounouchi. He tends to be a bastard in the manga and anime so he tends to be a bit of a bastard here too. It's just how he is. [You should see him in the manga, he yells at poor Bakura-kun something wicked so many times... nearly bites the poor boys head off whenever Bakura-kun voices his conserns over things.]
To Crying Pierrot:
Re: the using Japanese thing: eeeeh... at the risk of making us sound like utter bitches... We;re really not going to stop the using of Japanese in the fic. There;s alot of things that you just can't DO properly in English that you can do in Japanese. [example of this will be coming up in... oh... 2? 3? chapterish? I will try and rememebr to go put in translations o stuff though.
Re: the scar thing Twans't ment as filler. [actualy, it's kinda hard to have filler since we really don't have much o a plot. ^^;] Twas more ment as an acklonagement of the fact that there is depths and seriousness here. Bakura has issues. The plot is the pair of them getting together/their relationship, so stuff that shows devleopment of such doesn't count as filler, yes? ^^
Whee, people readin' this an' likin' it. And you all can see how the Fran spells and typos cause authors notes don;t get spellchecked. Whoo. *looks around* Yeah, think that's all fer now...
Oh yes, m'page has the fics on it and they get updated far more regularly then this does cause I'm a lazy ass and I forget to upload here. So, Fics at: Yuugiou.fran-web.net/FanFic/JF/ [just put the http:// before it cause FF.net eats things like URLs and the like.]
Enjoy the authors note, they're rarer then fluff fics. ^^;
- Fran [The one who actualy puts this thing up. Lazy Juchan just does her part writing. Heh. :)]