Title: Sticks and Stones
Author: Ayakaishi Fei
E-mail: Ken_Dai_Love@hotmail.com
Rating: Overall R
Category: AU. Romance. Drama. Slight Humour.
Warnings: Shounen-ai. Shoujo ai. Language.
Pairings: Yami x Yuugi, Malik x Bakura, Mai x Shizuka, Jou x Seto.
Summary: Yuugi is an ordinary university student, with an alter ego who's in love with him, a bisexual room-mate with an overactive libido, an annoying fangirl, a bully and a pair of sex-obsessed stalkers. Oh, and his grandfather owns the university. Perfectly ordinary, right? SLASH. YYxY.
Authors Notes: This is AU, meaning that it won't have the duelling/cards/etc. I decided Yami was just too damned sexy to dismiss, so he's sticking around... but not as a spirit. Bakura and Malik are basically a combination of their good and evil selves - making them somewhat... bipolar; but they don't have spirits, or split personalities. Yami is Yuugi's alter ego - he personifies the character traits Yuugi wishes he had, and is in part his rebellion against life/society, triggered by the trauma he suffered when he witnessed his parents deaths. I'm using the Japanese names because in general the English ones irk me. Set in a university in Australia, because I said so. Nuff said.
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Yuugi Mouto had been living with his mildly eccentric grandfather, who was the dean of a strict upper-class university for most of his life. Because his grandfather lived on campus, it stood to reason that Yuugi spent a great deal of his time hanging around the university. He was acquainted with most of the lecturers, and while most were fond of the childish looking but mature young man, there were a few who only ever saw him as the deans spoilt blond 'kid'.
At 17 years old Yuugi was one of the youngest students studying at the university, and it was his first day. Although he knew his way around better than most of the third or fourth year students, and knew most of the lecturers, he was nervous about meeting the other new students.
It had taken a lot of pleading on his behalf, but his grandfather had allowed him to stay in the student housing, with a room-mate, and he was going to be meeting that room-mate as soon as he got the courage to knock on the door. Taking a deep breath, and nervously shifting the bag he was carrying into his other hand, Yuugi knocked as firmly as he could on the door, trying not to flinch as the sound reverberated through the empty hallway.
The door swung open and a tanned face framed by unspiked sandy blond hair, as opposed to Yuugi's predominantly golden blond (although he'd streaked it with black and crimson hi-lights), peered out. The boy, who looked to be about 18, smiled, "Hey kid, can I help you? You looking for an older brother or sister?"
Now that, Yuugi decided, was insulting. He knew that he was... well, petite. It ran in his family. He knew that he didn't look 18 - hell, he'd be lucky if he looked 15 - but 'kid'?
"I'm Yuugi Motou, your new room-mate."
The boy blinked, "Well fuck me with at 12 inch dildo - you're 18?"
"17," Yuugi corrected, his face flushing at the older boy's choice of cuss words, "Are you Jounouchi Katsuya-?"
He stumbled over the boys name, and found himself cut off, "It's Jou, and yeah. That's me. So, uh, come on in buddy-er Yug. You a girl or a boy?"
Yuugi's jaw dropped - first he was a kid, now he was a girl? "I was a guy, last time I checked."
Jou's face flushed, "Woah, sorry man - I didn't mean to offend you or anything, but you don't meet many guys as pretty as you. Are you gay?"
Yuugi gaped; did this boy lack all semblance of tact? A gentle pressure at the base of his skull alerted him to the presence of his first - and only - friend since his parents' death.
Yami smirked; taking control of Yuugi's currently frozen voice box, "Why? Are you interested?"
Jou stared at the boy, although his voice was essentially the same, something about it had changed - he hadn't known the boy long enough to say for sure - but it sounded like someone else was speaking with Yuugi's voice. A someone who had a far deeper and a far more seductive voice than Yuugi.
Yuugi jerked back into action, staring at Yami in shock, 'What the hell did you just say that for?'
Yami simply laughed, 'Oh c'mon, you know you wish you could have been the one to say that - look at him gaping like a fish.'
"Are you single?" Jou finally managed, his eyes darkening with lust as the petite boy ran a hand seductively down his body, not realising the action was more for the benefit of an entity he could not see than it was for him.
Yami's thin peach lips twisted into a scowl, as he noted the way Jou was looking at his Yuugi. 'Enough. Nobody touches you but me, Hikari.'
Yuugi threw a sweet smile towards his best friend and alter ego, before addressing Jou, "No. I'm very much in love with my koibito."
Jou sighed, "Ah, forget it. He cute?"
Yuugi's rosy lips curved upwards, "Beyond cute."
"Oh well, let's get you set up then Yug, you okay with the left side of the room? As you can see I've kinda claimed the right."
Yuugi nodded, taking in the messy bedspread thrown over the right hand bed, the half full soda bottle on the bedside table and the clothes trailing out of the suitcase and over the hardwood floor. "It's fine."
"Great, well make yourself at home and I'll take you out for a few dri-" Jou cut himself off, "Wait... you're not 18. Eh, I'll buy you a coke or something, kay Yug? Introduce you to some of my friends."
"Oh sure Jou." Yuugi dropped his bag onto the floor beside his bed, and quickly began unpacking his things, folding his clothes neatly and placing them into the dresser he assumed was his, and placing the books he'd bought onto his bedside table.
Jou watched from his bed, "Wow, you sure are one neat little guy Yug, bet your room never looks like a bombs hit it."
Yami chuckled, draping his arm over Yuugi's shoulders gently, so that the boy could just feel the ghostly pressure. 'He's right you know, you are somewhat obsessively organised.'
Yuugi frowned faintly, carrying his bag of toiletries into the small ensuite the boys had been given to share, "I just like to know where everything is. There is nothing obsessive or schizo about it."
Jou frowned, "Oi, I never said there was Yug. No need to get touchy."
Yuugi's frown deepened, because he hadn't been talking to Jou. It was going to take some getting used to - usually Yami was the only person he ever hung around with. "Sorry."
"No prob Yuugi, old buddy of mine. You want to get changed before we leave, or are you okay in what you're wearing?"
Yuugi looked down to assess his outfit. Black slacks clung to his shapely legs, and a black undershirt clung to his body like a second skin. A crimson over shirt, the same colour as the hi-lights in his spiky black and gold hair, hung open over the black shirt, and his ever-present choker, shaped like the collar of a belt, adorned his neck.
'You look delicious sweetheart,' Yami assured him, 'I wouldn't have let you step foot outside of your bedroom if you didn't.'
Yuugi nodded, "I guess so." His eyes met Jou's and he forced a smile, "Well, let's get going - you can tell me about wherever it is you're taking us, eh Jou?"
Jou slung an arm around the much smaller boys shoulders, "No problem Yug! Right this way..."
Yuugi's cheeks flushed as he let the older boy guide him out of the room, childlike amethyst eyes gazing at his new friend while Yami smirked silently in the back of his head, patiently waiting for Yuugi to plea for his help or his company.
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Malik and Bakura had been room-mates for almost two years, and lovers, on and off, since the day they had met. There was something about the bipolar white haired man that drove Malik absolute crazy with desire, and Bakura had been unable to resist the seductive charms of his beautiful lavender eyed room-mate. However, despite his beauty, Malik had a knack for being an annoying son of a bitch when he wanted something. Or when he was bored.
And Malik got bored very easily, Bakura noted, as he watched his pale haired room-mate scowl and throw his homework at the wall across the room from him.
"Don't do that again Malik." He warned, before going back to his own studies. Malik scowled at him, then, as if he'd discovered the meaning of life; he slowly smirked, sashaying liquidly towards the white haired young man.
"Bakura," He drew the name out in his irritatingly affectionate fashion. The darkly seductive tone was like velvet over a diamond sword, almost a caress to his sometimes-lover's ears.
"What is it Malik?" Bakura's voice was harder - colder - with a clipped English accent that drove Malik almost crazy with lust. And he didn't bother to look up.
"Come out with me tonight? I promise to make it worth your while..." Malik pretended the affront did not bother him as he slid his darkly tanned hands under Bakura's shirt and nuzzled his white-haired lover's neck, teeth nipping the junction under Bakura's pierced ear.
Bakura arched his neck back, making a soft breathy noise of pleasure before pulling away to gaze into his companions smouldering lavender-violet eyes, "Stay home with me, and I'll make it worth yours..."
Malik arched his slender pale gold eyebrow seductively, refusing to play the British boy's game. "Oh... and what if I want to go out?"
Bakura shrugged, "I suppose I'll find... something else to occupy me."
Malik's dark apricot lips twisted into a malicious scowl, "And what if I find some pretty thing to warm my bed tonight?"
Bakura's eyes narrowed dangerously; "Then I will personally snap the little whore's neck when I catch you in bed together tomorrow morning."
Malik's scowl twisted into an equally vindictive smirk, "You know though, Bakura dearest, the only way to make sure that you're the only one who touches me, and makes me scream with pleasure is to come with me tonight."
His seductive tone made the double meaning of the statement almost palpable. Bakura scowled darkly as he stood languidly, pulling on a pair of jeans, not bothering to check whether they belonged to him or his darker skinned room-mate, "I'll come."
Malik's smirk softened slightly, losing its malevolent edge, but his eyes gleamed brightly with pleasure, "I thought you might."
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Jou pulled Yuugi through the crowded nightclub with an ease that could only have come from experience. His hand was firm around the younger boys, and his voice was audible, even with the pounding music that seemed to permeate the very building they stood in.
"This is our regular hang-out spot, club caters for anyone between 15 and 25 - so we've been coming here since we were tall enough to fool the bouncers. I went to school out in the suburbs, lived with my mom and her boyfriend, but we had a fight and he kicked me out, so my dad's paying for my room till I get back on my feet, ya know?"
Yuugi nodded dumbly; slightly overwhelmed by the flood of words coming out of his new friend's mouth.
"I've got a sister, Shizuka, who usually hangs out here too. Cutest little thing you ever saw Yug, I swear. She's the only person in my family worth meeting."
"Okay," Yuugi replied, his voice swallowed by the music that pulsed between them.
"So how bout you? What's your family like?" Jou finally came to a stop, resting one elbow on the bar behind him as he gazed at Yuugi curiously.
"I'm an only child, and my parents died when I was eight years old." Yuugi forced himself to watch as Jou's face paled. He seemed to have recognised his question as the conversation-killer it was.
"Oh, I'm sorry..."
Yuugi shrugged, "I didn't say it because I wanted you to pity me Jou. Buy me a drink, and we can pretend this conversation never happened."
"Sounds like a plan!" Jou brightened and turned to the bar, "What do you want?"
Yuugi frowned, "Um..."
Yami smirked; sliding his arms around his smaller lover, and effortlessly took control of the boy's mouth. "We'd like to share an Orgasm."
Jou choked, eyes widening, "Excuse me?!"
"It's a cocktail sweetpea - and if you don't feel comfortable asking for an Orgasm you can order us a Comfortable Screw."
"Uh, if you're sure..." Jou turned to the bartender and relayed the blond- crimson-and black haired boy's request, adding his own order, then flashed his ID.
Yuugi snatched control of his voice, face flushing, 'YAMI!!!'
Yami chuckled darkly, 'Oh, come now sweet, surely you're not that upset - I know you were having trouble deciding what to order. You practically begged me to pick something for you.'
Yuugi pouted, too caught up in his argument with his alter ego to notice the sandy blond boy pick up his cocktail and offer it to him, "I didn't mean for you to order for me!"
Jou stared at Yuugi, then the drink, then Yuugi, "This was a fucking expensive drink, so chug it down or I'll never buy you another. And you shouldn't have asked if you didn't want it!"
Yuugi's blush deepened, "Sorry Jou, I was - uh, thanks."
Jou smiled, picking up his own beer, "No problem-o Yuugi-o!"
Yuugi took a sip and winced, 'Why the hell did you order me this?'
Yami shrugged, his thin lips quirking into a smirk, 'I thought you might like it. It tastes better if you drink it all in one hit.'
Yuugi tipped his head back and swallowed the contents of the glass, before coughing and spluttering in disgust. 'Yami! That was foul!'
Yami's smirk widened, and he winked coyly before disappearing. 'I'll see you tonight lover.'
Yuugi blinked, trying to clear his head.
"Are you okay?" A soft feminine voice asked.
"Fine..." Yuugi turned to survey the innocently smiling young girl. The skin-tight black cat suit she was wearing was one of the most provocative outfits Yuugi had ever seen. The sleeves tapered to a point at the bases of her middle fingers, the pants disappeared beneath equally tight, equally black thigh high suede pumps, and the neckline plunged, between the girls petite breasts, to just beneath her belly-button, showing off a slender pale gold abdomen and chest. A thin collar adorned the girl's slender neck, and a tiny bell hung from the imitation cat collar. The girl's honey blond cascaded down her back, and a pair of black cat ears sat jauntily on the girls head. A thin black leash was attached to the girls collar, and Yuugi couldn't help but follow the leash to its owner.
The punk-rocker girl who held the handle of the leash in her pale manicured hand had to be at least 3 or 4 years older than Yuugi, and she was dressed in equally provocative dark violet leather, which matched her eyes. She was at least four-inches taller than her 'pet', which made her the tallest person there, and her long gold-blond hair danced around her face.
"Mai! What the hell are you doing to my sister?" Jou stared at the two girls, eyes narrowed as if he were just barely managing to hold himself back from attacking the older blond.
"Jou, relax," The older girl laughed, a tinkling sound that chilled Yuugi to the depths of his soul, "I'm not doing anything to your sister that she doesn't enjoy."
"T-this is Shizuka?!" Yuugi managed, amethyst eyes widening incredulously. He hadn't expected Jou's younger sister to be so brazen... but he hadn't expected her to have a girlfriend either. Particularly not one who had to be at least 5 years her senior.
"Yeah," Jou's voice was dark and menacing, "Yug meet my sister, Shizuka: this is my room mate Yuugi. The thing that's attached itself to her is-"
Shizuka's lips tightened, "My girlfriend, who I love. I respect your opinions Jou, but you can damn well keep them to yourself. Mai and I are sick of you trying to break us up!"
"Oh, um, it's nice to meet you two. You look very... happy together."
"Oh we are," Mai purred, "My little koneko satisfies me on every level."
Shizuka blushed lightly, "Oh Mai..."
Mai threw a wink at Yuugi, "C'mon Shi-neko, let's dance and leave these two boys to their conversation."
Shizuka smiled, "Nice meeting you two. Mm... Mai..."
Yuugi's amethyst hued eyes widened as the taller girl hooked the smaller girl's leg around her hip and placed her hands on the honey haired girl's pert backside. Jou's eyes narrowed, and his lips curled back in a snarl as his younger sister ground seductively up against her girlfriend.
"I never should have introduced those two. If I'd known what the bitch would do to my innocent little Shizuka..." Jou trailed off, seeming to forget Yuugi was even there. "To think I actually liked that whore, and then she went and seduced my baby sister!"
Yuugi hesitantly took a step back and felt his back come in contact with an unyielding cloth covered torso. "Oh, I'm sorry," He turned, cheeks flushing as he surveyed the boy he'd bumped into.
The boys hands came up to steady him, brushing against his hips, then resting there as the boy smirked down at him, "You're... forgiven. I'm Malik Ishtar, and you have the most amazing eyes I've ever seen."
Yuugi blushed, "Malik?"
"That's my name." The darker skinned boy smirked, "Remember it. You'll be screaming it later tonight when I have you pinned beneath me, squirming in fucking ecstasy."
"Uh, I'm not really..." Yuugi's blush deepened as he tried to discretely pull away, only to discover he was sandwiched between Malik and another very attractive member of the male persuasion.
"Going somewhere, little one?" The soft accented voice cut through the music in the same way Jou's had, and Yuugi turned his head to look at the boy pressed up behind him. Shaggy white hair, which shone purple under the iridescent lights of the clubs, framed a handsome face, which was completely devoid of make-up, quite the contrast to Malik's almost overdone mascara, eyeliner and eye-shadow.
"I'm... Uh... You're-"
"Bakura. And you? What would you like me to scream when you put those cock- sucking lips of yours around my dick and suck as hard as you can?"
"I-I-I'm Yuugi, but I'm, see, I-"
"There you are Yuugi-" Jou paused as he took in the two young men who'd sandwiched the petite blond between them, his voice losing it's verve, "Malik, Bakura. How nice to see you again."
Malik raised an eyebrow, "I would say the same, but I'm afraid I just don't find you attractive... unlike uke-boy here, there isn't anything whatsoever interesting about you."
"I honestly don't give a flying fuck whether you want me or not Malik, but Yuugi's mine. Don't touch my things."
Bakura stepped back stiffly, allowing Yuugi to escape, "We'll see Katsuya, who wins this round when all is said and done. After all, if you couldn't keep Mai from seducing that delicious looking sister of yours, I highly doubt you'll be able to stop Malik and I from luring little Yuugi into our lair."
Jou scowled, "You want to bet?"
"Name your stakes," Malik smirked, cockily, his hand wandering over his boyfriends inner thigh as he stared unflinchingly at Jou.
"I win, you help me break up Mai and my sister." Jou raised an eyebrow, daring them to back down.
Bakura refused to rise to the situation, his calm face betraying nothing. "Deal. And if we win you fuck Malik's little friend - Seto Kaiba."
Jou's eyes narrowed slightly, "I'm not going to lose."
Malik smirked, "Neither are we. Time limit?"
Jou looked thoughtful for a few seconds, and then a slow smile transformed his long face into a portrait of pure evil, "The winter dance, in 3 months time."
"We'll see you later then Katsuya, and we'll see you again very soon, Yuugi- chan." Malik finger waved at the petite blond boy before sauntering off with his lover in tow.
Jou looked at Yuugi, and scowled, "Those two are bad news Yug, don't even *think* about sleeping with them unless you want to be miserable for the rest of your life."
Yuugi didn't answer him.
End Chapter One
Authors Notes: Well, this is my first Yugioh fic, so I'd love some feedback - is it any good, or should I give up on writing this kind of thing? I know it probably is a little different to most Yugioh fics, and most YYxY. What do you guys think? Want more? Want to kill me so I can't write any more? Couldn't care less? Review and tell me! *Offers cookies hopefully*
Author: Ayakaishi Fei
E-mail: Ken_Dai_Love@hotmail.com
Rating: Overall R
Category: AU. Romance. Drama. Slight Humour.
Warnings: Shounen-ai. Shoujo ai. Language.
Pairings: Yami x Yuugi, Malik x Bakura, Mai x Shizuka, Jou x Seto.
Summary: Yuugi is an ordinary university student, with an alter ego who's in love with him, a bisexual room-mate with an overactive libido, an annoying fangirl, a bully and a pair of sex-obsessed stalkers. Oh, and his grandfather owns the university. Perfectly ordinary, right? SLASH. YYxY.
Authors Notes: This is AU, meaning that it won't have the duelling/cards/etc. I decided Yami was just too damned sexy to dismiss, so he's sticking around... but not as a spirit. Bakura and Malik are basically a combination of their good and evil selves - making them somewhat... bipolar; but they don't have spirits, or split personalities. Yami is Yuugi's alter ego - he personifies the character traits Yuugi wishes he had, and is in part his rebellion against life/society, triggered by the trauma he suffered when he witnessed his parents deaths. I'm using the Japanese names because in general the English ones irk me. Set in a university in Australia, because I said so. Nuff said.
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Yuugi Mouto had been living with his mildly eccentric grandfather, who was the dean of a strict upper-class university for most of his life. Because his grandfather lived on campus, it stood to reason that Yuugi spent a great deal of his time hanging around the university. He was acquainted with most of the lecturers, and while most were fond of the childish looking but mature young man, there were a few who only ever saw him as the deans spoilt blond 'kid'.
At 17 years old Yuugi was one of the youngest students studying at the university, and it was his first day. Although he knew his way around better than most of the third or fourth year students, and knew most of the lecturers, he was nervous about meeting the other new students.
It had taken a lot of pleading on his behalf, but his grandfather had allowed him to stay in the student housing, with a room-mate, and he was going to be meeting that room-mate as soon as he got the courage to knock on the door. Taking a deep breath, and nervously shifting the bag he was carrying into his other hand, Yuugi knocked as firmly as he could on the door, trying not to flinch as the sound reverberated through the empty hallway.
The door swung open and a tanned face framed by unspiked sandy blond hair, as opposed to Yuugi's predominantly golden blond (although he'd streaked it with black and crimson hi-lights), peered out. The boy, who looked to be about 18, smiled, "Hey kid, can I help you? You looking for an older brother or sister?"
Now that, Yuugi decided, was insulting. He knew that he was... well, petite. It ran in his family. He knew that he didn't look 18 - hell, he'd be lucky if he looked 15 - but 'kid'?
"I'm Yuugi Motou, your new room-mate."
The boy blinked, "Well fuck me with at 12 inch dildo - you're 18?"
"17," Yuugi corrected, his face flushing at the older boy's choice of cuss words, "Are you Jounouchi Katsuya-?"
He stumbled over the boys name, and found himself cut off, "It's Jou, and yeah. That's me. So, uh, come on in buddy-er Yug. You a girl or a boy?"
Yuugi's jaw dropped - first he was a kid, now he was a girl? "I was a guy, last time I checked."
Jou's face flushed, "Woah, sorry man - I didn't mean to offend you or anything, but you don't meet many guys as pretty as you. Are you gay?"
Yuugi gaped; did this boy lack all semblance of tact? A gentle pressure at the base of his skull alerted him to the presence of his first - and only - friend since his parents' death.
Yami smirked; taking control of Yuugi's currently frozen voice box, "Why? Are you interested?"
Jou stared at the boy, although his voice was essentially the same, something about it had changed - he hadn't known the boy long enough to say for sure - but it sounded like someone else was speaking with Yuugi's voice. A someone who had a far deeper and a far more seductive voice than Yuugi.
Yuugi jerked back into action, staring at Yami in shock, 'What the hell did you just say that for?'
Yami simply laughed, 'Oh c'mon, you know you wish you could have been the one to say that - look at him gaping like a fish.'
"Are you single?" Jou finally managed, his eyes darkening with lust as the petite boy ran a hand seductively down his body, not realising the action was more for the benefit of an entity he could not see than it was for him.
Yami's thin peach lips twisted into a scowl, as he noted the way Jou was looking at his Yuugi. 'Enough. Nobody touches you but me, Hikari.'
Yuugi threw a sweet smile towards his best friend and alter ego, before addressing Jou, "No. I'm very much in love with my koibito."
Jou sighed, "Ah, forget it. He cute?"
Yuugi's rosy lips curved upwards, "Beyond cute."
"Oh well, let's get you set up then Yug, you okay with the left side of the room? As you can see I've kinda claimed the right."
Yuugi nodded, taking in the messy bedspread thrown over the right hand bed, the half full soda bottle on the bedside table and the clothes trailing out of the suitcase and over the hardwood floor. "It's fine."
"Great, well make yourself at home and I'll take you out for a few dri-" Jou cut himself off, "Wait... you're not 18. Eh, I'll buy you a coke or something, kay Yug? Introduce you to some of my friends."
"Oh sure Jou." Yuugi dropped his bag onto the floor beside his bed, and quickly began unpacking his things, folding his clothes neatly and placing them into the dresser he assumed was his, and placing the books he'd bought onto his bedside table.
Jou watched from his bed, "Wow, you sure are one neat little guy Yug, bet your room never looks like a bombs hit it."
Yami chuckled, draping his arm over Yuugi's shoulders gently, so that the boy could just feel the ghostly pressure. 'He's right you know, you are somewhat obsessively organised.'
Yuugi frowned faintly, carrying his bag of toiletries into the small ensuite the boys had been given to share, "I just like to know where everything is. There is nothing obsessive or schizo about it."
Jou frowned, "Oi, I never said there was Yug. No need to get touchy."
Yuugi's frown deepened, because he hadn't been talking to Jou. It was going to take some getting used to - usually Yami was the only person he ever hung around with. "Sorry."
"No prob Yuugi, old buddy of mine. You want to get changed before we leave, or are you okay in what you're wearing?"
Yuugi looked down to assess his outfit. Black slacks clung to his shapely legs, and a black undershirt clung to his body like a second skin. A crimson over shirt, the same colour as the hi-lights in his spiky black and gold hair, hung open over the black shirt, and his ever-present choker, shaped like the collar of a belt, adorned his neck.
'You look delicious sweetheart,' Yami assured him, 'I wouldn't have let you step foot outside of your bedroom if you didn't.'
Yuugi nodded, "I guess so." His eyes met Jou's and he forced a smile, "Well, let's get going - you can tell me about wherever it is you're taking us, eh Jou?"
Jou slung an arm around the much smaller boys shoulders, "No problem Yug! Right this way..."
Yuugi's cheeks flushed as he let the older boy guide him out of the room, childlike amethyst eyes gazing at his new friend while Yami smirked silently in the back of his head, patiently waiting for Yuugi to plea for his help or his company.
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Malik and Bakura had been room-mates for almost two years, and lovers, on and off, since the day they had met. There was something about the bipolar white haired man that drove Malik absolute crazy with desire, and Bakura had been unable to resist the seductive charms of his beautiful lavender eyed room-mate. However, despite his beauty, Malik had a knack for being an annoying son of a bitch when he wanted something. Or when he was bored.
And Malik got bored very easily, Bakura noted, as he watched his pale haired room-mate scowl and throw his homework at the wall across the room from him.
"Don't do that again Malik." He warned, before going back to his own studies. Malik scowled at him, then, as if he'd discovered the meaning of life; he slowly smirked, sashaying liquidly towards the white haired young man.
"Bakura," He drew the name out in his irritatingly affectionate fashion. The darkly seductive tone was like velvet over a diamond sword, almost a caress to his sometimes-lover's ears.
"What is it Malik?" Bakura's voice was harder - colder - with a clipped English accent that drove Malik almost crazy with lust. And he didn't bother to look up.
"Come out with me tonight? I promise to make it worth your while..." Malik pretended the affront did not bother him as he slid his darkly tanned hands under Bakura's shirt and nuzzled his white-haired lover's neck, teeth nipping the junction under Bakura's pierced ear.
Bakura arched his neck back, making a soft breathy noise of pleasure before pulling away to gaze into his companions smouldering lavender-violet eyes, "Stay home with me, and I'll make it worth yours..."
Malik arched his slender pale gold eyebrow seductively, refusing to play the British boy's game. "Oh... and what if I want to go out?"
Bakura shrugged, "I suppose I'll find... something else to occupy me."
Malik's dark apricot lips twisted into a malicious scowl, "And what if I find some pretty thing to warm my bed tonight?"
Bakura's eyes narrowed dangerously; "Then I will personally snap the little whore's neck when I catch you in bed together tomorrow morning."
Malik's scowl twisted into an equally vindictive smirk, "You know though, Bakura dearest, the only way to make sure that you're the only one who touches me, and makes me scream with pleasure is to come with me tonight."
His seductive tone made the double meaning of the statement almost palpable. Bakura scowled darkly as he stood languidly, pulling on a pair of jeans, not bothering to check whether they belonged to him or his darker skinned room-mate, "I'll come."
Malik's smirk softened slightly, losing its malevolent edge, but his eyes gleamed brightly with pleasure, "I thought you might."
--
Jou pulled Yuugi through the crowded nightclub with an ease that could only have come from experience. His hand was firm around the younger boys, and his voice was audible, even with the pounding music that seemed to permeate the very building they stood in.
"This is our regular hang-out spot, club caters for anyone between 15 and 25 - so we've been coming here since we were tall enough to fool the bouncers. I went to school out in the suburbs, lived with my mom and her boyfriend, but we had a fight and he kicked me out, so my dad's paying for my room till I get back on my feet, ya know?"
Yuugi nodded dumbly; slightly overwhelmed by the flood of words coming out of his new friend's mouth.
"I've got a sister, Shizuka, who usually hangs out here too. Cutest little thing you ever saw Yug, I swear. She's the only person in my family worth meeting."
"Okay," Yuugi replied, his voice swallowed by the music that pulsed between them.
"So how bout you? What's your family like?" Jou finally came to a stop, resting one elbow on the bar behind him as he gazed at Yuugi curiously.
"I'm an only child, and my parents died when I was eight years old." Yuugi forced himself to watch as Jou's face paled. He seemed to have recognised his question as the conversation-killer it was.
"Oh, I'm sorry..."
Yuugi shrugged, "I didn't say it because I wanted you to pity me Jou. Buy me a drink, and we can pretend this conversation never happened."
"Sounds like a plan!" Jou brightened and turned to the bar, "What do you want?"
Yuugi frowned, "Um..."
Yami smirked; sliding his arms around his smaller lover, and effortlessly took control of the boy's mouth. "We'd like to share an Orgasm."
Jou choked, eyes widening, "Excuse me?!"
"It's a cocktail sweetpea - and if you don't feel comfortable asking for an Orgasm you can order us a Comfortable Screw."
"Uh, if you're sure..." Jou turned to the bartender and relayed the blond- crimson-and black haired boy's request, adding his own order, then flashed his ID.
Yuugi snatched control of his voice, face flushing, 'YAMI!!!'
Yami chuckled darkly, 'Oh, come now sweet, surely you're not that upset - I know you were having trouble deciding what to order. You practically begged me to pick something for you.'
Yuugi pouted, too caught up in his argument with his alter ego to notice the sandy blond boy pick up his cocktail and offer it to him, "I didn't mean for you to order for me!"
Jou stared at Yuugi, then the drink, then Yuugi, "This was a fucking expensive drink, so chug it down or I'll never buy you another. And you shouldn't have asked if you didn't want it!"
Yuugi's blush deepened, "Sorry Jou, I was - uh, thanks."
Jou smiled, picking up his own beer, "No problem-o Yuugi-o!"
Yuugi took a sip and winced, 'Why the hell did you order me this?'
Yami shrugged, his thin lips quirking into a smirk, 'I thought you might like it. It tastes better if you drink it all in one hit.'
Yuugi tipped his head back and swallowed the contents of the glass, before coughing and spluttering in disgust. 'Yami! That was foul!'
Yami's smirk widened, and he winked coyly before disappearing. 'I'll see you tonight lover.'
Yuugi blinked, trying to clear his head.
"Are you okay?" A soft feminine voice asked.
"Fine..." Yuugi turned to survey the innocently smiling young girl. The skin-tight black cat suit she was wearing was one of the most provocative outfits Yuugi had ever seen. The sleeves tapered to a point at the bases of her middle fingers, the pants disappeared beneath equally tight, equally black thigh high suede pumps, and the neckline plunged, between the girls petite breasts, to just beneath her belly-button, showing off a slender pale gold abdomen and chest. A thin collar adorned the girl's slender neck, and a tiny bell hung from the imitation cat collar. The girl's honey blond cascaded down her back, and a pair of black cat ears sat jauntily on the girls head. A thin black leash was attached to the girls collar, and Yuugi couldn't help but follow the leash to its owner.
The punk-rocker girl who held the handle of the leash in her pale manicured hand had to be at least 3 or 4 years older than Yuugi, and she was dressed in equally provocative dark violet leather, which matched her eyes. She was at least four-inches taller than her 'pet', which made her the tallest person there, and her long gold-blond hair danced around her face.
"Mai! What the hell are you doing to my sister?" Jou stared at the two girls, eyes narrowed as if he were just barely managing to hold himself back from attacking the older blond.
"Jou, relax," The older girl laughed, a tinkling sound that chilled Yuugi to the depths of his soul, "I'm not doing anything to your sister that she doesn't enjoy."
"T-this is Shizuka?!" Yuugi managed, amethyst eyes widening incredulously. He hadn't expected Jou's younger sister to be so brazen... but he hadn't expected her to have a girlfriend either. Particularly not one who had to be at least 5 years her senior.
"Yeah," Jou's voice was dark and menacing, "Yug meet my sister, Shizuka: this is my room mate Yuugi. The thing that's attached itself to her is-"
Shizuka's lips tightened, "My girlfriend, who I love. I respect your opinions Jou, but you can damn well keep them to yourself. Mai and I are sick of you trying to break us up!"
"Oh, um, it's nice to meet you two. You look very... happy together."
"Oh we are," Mai purred, "My little koneko satisfies me on every level."
Shizuka blushed lightly, "Oh Mai..."
Mai threw a wink at Yuugi, "C'mon Shi-neko, let's dance and leave these two boys to their conversation."
Shizuka smiled, "Nice meeting you two. Mm... Mai..."
Yuugi's amethyst hued eyes widened as the taller girl hooked the smaller girl's leg around her hip and placed her hands on the honey haired girl's pert backside. Jou's eyes narrowed, and his lips curled back in a snarl as his younger sister ground seductively up against her girlfriend.
"I never should have introduced those two. If I'd known what the bitch would do to my innocent little Shizuka..." Jou trailed off, seeming to forget Yuugi was even there. "To think I actually liked that whore, and then she went and seduced my baby sister!"
Yuugi hesitantly took a step back and felt his back come in contact with an unyielding cloth covered torso. "Oh, I'm sorry," He turned, cheeks flushing as he surveyed the boy he'd bumped into.
The boys hands came up to steady him, brushing against his hips, then resting there as the boy smirked down at him, "You're... forgiven. I'm Malik Ishtar, and you have the most amazing eyes I've ever seen."
Yuugi blushed, "Malik?"
"That's my name." The darker skinned boy smirked, "Remember it. You'll be screaming it later tonight when I have you pinned beneath me, squirming in fucking ecstasy."
"Uh, I'm not really..." Yuugi's blush deepened as he tried to discretely pull away, only to discover he was sandwiched between Malik and another very attractive member of the male persuasion.
"Going somewhere, little one?" The soft accented voice cut through the music in the same way Jou's had, and Yuugi turned his head to look at the boy pressed up behind him. Shaggy white hair, which shone purple under the iridescent lights of the clubs, framed a handsome face, which was completely devoid of make-up, quite the contrast to Malik's almost overdone mascara, eyeliner and eye-shadow.
"I'm... Uh... You're-"
"Bakura. And you? What would you like me to scream when you put those cock- sucking lips of yours around my dick and suck as hard as you can?"
"I-I-I'm Yuugi, but I'm, see, I-"
"There you are Yuugi-" Jou paused as he took in the two young men who'd sandwiched the petite blond between them, his voice losing it's verve, "Malik, Bakura. How nice to see you again."
Malik raised an eyebrow, "I would say the same, but I'm afraid I just don't find you attractive... unlike uke-boy here, there isn't anything whatsoever interesting about you."
"I honestly don't give a flying fuck whether you want me or not Malik, but Yuugi's mine. Don't touch my things."
Bakura stepped back stiffly, allowing Yuugi to escape, "We'll see Katsuya, who wins this round when all is said and done. After all, if you couldn't keep Mai from seducing that delicious looking sister of yours, I highly doubt you'll be able to stop Malik and I from luring little Yuugi into our lair."
Jou scowled, "You want to bet?"
"Name your stakes," Malik smirked, cockily, his hand wandering over his boyfriends inner thigh as he stared unflinchingly at Jou.
"I win, you help me break up Mai and my sister." Jou raised an eyebrow, daring them to back down.
Bakura refused to rise to the situation, his calm face betraying nothing. "Deal. And if we win you fuck Malik's little friend - Seto Kaiba."
Jou's eyes narrowed slightly, "I'm not going to lose."
Malik smirked, "Neither are we. Time limit?"
Jou looked thoughtful for a few seconds, and then a slow smile transformed his long face into a portrait of pure evil, "The winter dance, in 3 months time."
"We'll see you later then Katsuya, and we'll see you again very soon, Yuugi- chan." Malik finger waved at the petite blond boy before sauntering off with his lover in tow.
Jou looked at Yuugi, and scowled, "Those two are bad news Yug, don't even *think* about sleeping with them unless you want to be miserable for the rest of your life."
Yuugi didn't answer him.
End Chapter One
Authors Notes: Well, this is my first Yugioh fic, so I'd love some feedback - is it any good, or should I give up on writing this kind of thing? I know it probably is a little different to most Yugioh fics, and most YYxY. What do you guys think? Want more? Want to kill me so I can't write any more? Couldn't care less? Review and tell me! *Offers cookies hopefully*