Men In Suits
A slightly Quentin Tarantino-inspired Yu Gi Oh! fan fic by Heavens to Bikini Kill
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Three: Men In Bed
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The image of Kaiba's great stare of jealousy etched itself into my mind, and in order to keep it out of there, I concentrated entirely upon sushi and lock-picking.
In a matter of days, Hideaki summoned me to his nightclub downtown. (It was dirty and filled with punk rock kids who ALL wore ridiculous fedoras.) He said that I needed to meet with Yuuki to discuss the upcoming operation, and make preparations for my and Honda's departure to Hiroshima, where our bank was located.
The place was noisy and dirty. There was a band on a makeshift stage (Hideaki made it look like shit on purpose), screaming something along the lines of, "I've got it figured out now, it must be a game/a million fuckin' people and they're all the same..." (Another "society sucks" song? Oh yes, how original.) As I pushed my way through slam-dancing fools who apparently thought the American punk lifestyle was cool, I got pretty nasty glares from folks who disliked my lack of a fedora. Ergh.
I saw Akito waving at me in the back, standing in front of a heavy wooden door that was densely decorated with stickers and political slogans. I nodded to him and he opened the door, ushering me in.
The door slammed behind me and Akito was gone. I would have hammered on the wood, but no one would ever hear me above all of that noise.
I felt around in the dark and found a light switch. I flipped it on and turned around as though to examine my surroundings. All I saw in the tiny room was a wooden chair, a table that looked like it was about to fall apart, a bottle of sake, and a mattress, decorated with red bedsheets, assorted rose petals, and Yuuki.
I believe that I have developed this uncanny habit of always noticing what Yuuki wears. That night he was in a "The Clash" t-shirt, plaid boxers, and a brown knit beanie pulled over his shock of curly, blond hair. Not that any of was relevant.
He pulled himself up from the bed and leaned carelessly against the wall, his limbs falling perfectly in place. Staring became second nature; I couldn't help it.
Yuuki was chewing slowly on a Pocky stick and looking me over very carefully. "You came."
"Wasn't I supposed to?"
He smiled. "So Hideaki told you something different. Guess he wanted to ensure your arrival."
I chose to ignore that part, and I pulled out some blueprints of the bank that Sota had sent me. I set them down on the table, shifting the bottle of sake aside. "About the operation --"
"Let's forget about that tonight, okay?" Yuuki crumpled up the blueprints into a small paper ball and threw it across the room. He grabbed the bottle and poured some alcohol into a small cup, offering it to me. "Sake?"
"No thank you," I declined politely. "I'm a scotch man myself."
"I see." Yuuki placed the bottle down. "I'll remember that in the future."
The entire situation was just creepy. Yuuki had forgotten every single rule of professionalism and efficiency, and he was behaving as if he didn't give a damn whether or not we got the money. As a matter of fact, he was behaving as if...as if he was hitting on me in some strange, twisted manner.
Yuuki leaned back against the wall and I watched his eyes explore every centimeter of my body. One could cut through the silence with a knife. "I had you come here for a reason, Jou."
"And that is?"
He glided across the rough, dirty floor to me and put a hand to my cheek, rubbing it softly. My logical, sensible self screamed at me to kick Yuuki's ass twice over for such blatantly homosexual actions. My other self...the illogical, silly, primitive self, the one that made me lose so many times to Yuugi and Kaiba, was only thinking along the lines of, "Yuuki soft."
Because I was far too preoccupied with myself, Yuuki took the opportunity to pull me closer, and he kissed me fully.
Now, normally, this would have been the breaking point for me. I probably would have stepped back, taken a few deep breaths, explained to Yuuki that I was straight, and then I would have busted his ass. But something in the air invaded my respiratory system and gotten to my brain, messing with my proper judgment, and forcing me to allow Yuuki to pull off my clothing and gently push me to the mattress.
"Yuuki," I placed a finger to his lips to prevent him from going any further. "Are we not men?"
He smiled sadly. "If you don't want this, I'll stop right now."
I mulled over the options in my mind. I could set it off and make it clear that no man was allowed to touch me in such a manner. (No, far too violent. He probably has friends.) I could politely decline and make my way out. (No, I'd look weak.) Or...
No. I'm straight, right?
Wrong.
Jounouchi Katsuya, you are as straight as a circle.
Yuuki stood up and yanked off his clothing, allowing a few curls to fall over his eyes. I sat on my hands to keep from brushing them back. He chuckled. "Are you uncomfortable, Jou?" He had obviously taken notice of the red spreading across my face.
Real men don't admit such silly things. "N-no...of course not." My eyes trailed away from his face, and my own began to turn magenta.
I heard Yuuki's laughter and I quickly looked away, flicking rose petals off of my arms. He grabbed a remote control and pressed a button, and music flowed out of a stereo. I raised an eyebrow.
"I wanted our first time to be special," Yuuki explained.
I snorted, beside myself. "By playing Operation Ivy?"
Yuuki blushed slightly. "When we first met, all I could listen to was Operation Ivy. They reminded me of you."
"Great. You see stupid American punk rockers and I'm the first thing that pops into your mind. Lovely, Yuuki."
Yuuki started to sway where he stood, singing. "It's not the end, it's the beginning/the ground is moist and it rained last night/smells like smoke and it smells so clean/the sun's shining down like a friendly white light..."
I laughed right out loud, and Yuuki stared. "Here we go again."
He mumbled something incoherent (I suppose it's better that I don't know what he said) and straddled me carefully, making sure to kiss me every now and then. His lips tickled my ears as he whispered, "Shall we?"
His hands became little explorers, finding places that had never been touched by anything except for a washcloth. My breath came out in short gasps, and a strange form of pleasure (pleasure that I wasn't supposed to be feeling) flowed through my veins. I gripped the bedsheets and my knuckles went white as I succumbed to each any every motion that this blond god on top of me made.
"Prepare yourself, Katsuya." That was awfully strange, him referring to me by my first name. No one has ever done that, not even my father, who normally refers to me as "you" or "fucking moron."
It didn't really hurt. NO, I didn't enjoy it either. It felt...weird. I mean, when you read hentai and such, you become so accustomed to the idea of a GIRL, never a guy, being "violated," et cetera.
When he finished, I wasn't that sure if I wanted anything to do with him. He was...creepy. He pulled me into his arms and whispered something about how I was so goddamn beautiful and that he wanted to keep me with him forever. (At least he didn't say he loved me...yet.) What was I gonna do, push him away and yell at him? Not likely.
The last thing I ever wanted to do was fall asleep in that dingy, rotting room. Unfortunately, I did.
[A/N: Okay, EDIT. I had to change this chapter. It was remarkably mediocre (and still is). BloodMistress, thanks for the heads up, I should try to write about what I don't know. (Raise your hands if you already figured out that Yuuki was going to go for Jou. It was so obvious, thank you.) Thank the stars I can go back to my PG-13 rating, allowing more people to simply click and read, rather than having to dig and find. One more thing, the song is Operation Ivy's "Here We Go Again" off of their 7" EP "Hectic." I'm seeing Yuuki singing and dancing to that song naked...O-O HAHAHAHA! I get way too attached to my OCs. Enough of my ramblings, review please. Oh yeah, there's going to be some serious gaps between updates. I'm spending my weekdays in LA and the only computer access is to a library full of PCs. I am a Mac user, I don't have many floppy discs. Expect updates every weekend or so. Sorry. Thanks to reviewers thus so far. Four is coming up reaaaal soon.]
A slightly Quentin Tarantino-inspired Yu Gi Oh! fan fic by Heavens to Bikini Kill
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Three: Men In Bed
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The image of Kaiba's great stare of jealousy etched itself into my mind, and in order to keep it out of there, I concentrated entirely upon sushi and lock-picking.
In a matter of days, Hideaki summoned me to his nightclub downtown. (It was dirty and filled with punk rock kids who ALL wore ridiculous fedoras.) He said that I needed to meet with Yuuki to discuss the upcoming operation, and make preparations for my and Honda's departure to Hiroshima, where our bank was located.
The place was noisy and dirty. There was a band on a makeshift stage (Hideaki made it look like shit on purpose), screaming something along the lines of, "I've got it figured out now, it must be a game/a million fuckin' people and they're all the same..." (Another "society sucks" song? Oh yes, how original.) As I pushed my way through slam-dancing fools who apparently thought the American punk lifestyle was cool, I got pretty nasty glares from folks who disliked my lack of a fedora. Ergh.
I saw Akito waving at me in the back, standing in front of a heavy wooden door that was densely decorated with stickers and political slogans. I nodded to him and he opened the door, ushering me in.
The door slammed behind me and Akito was gone. I would have hammered on the wood, but no one would ever hear me above all of that noise.
I felt around in the dark and found a light switch. I flipped it on and turned around as though to examine my surroundings. All I saw in the tiny room was a wooden chair, a table that looked like it was about to fall apart, a bottle of sake, and a mattress, decorated with red bedsheets, assorted rose petals, and Yuuki.
I believe that I have developed this uncanny habit of always noticing what Yuuki wears. That night he was in a "The Clash" t-shirt, plaid boxers, and a brown knit beanie pulled over his shock of curly, blond hair. Not that any of was relevant.
He pulled himself up from the bed and leaned carelessly against the wall, his limbs falling perfectly in place. Staring became second nature; I couldn't help it.
Yuuki was chewing slowly on a Pocky stick and looking me over very carefully. "You came."
"Wasn't I supposed to?"
He smiled. "So Hideaki told you something different. Guess he wanted to ensure your arrival."
I chose to ignore that part, and I pulled out some blueprints of the bank that Sota had sent me. I set them down on the table, shifting the bottle of sake aside. "About the operation --"
"Let's forget about that tonight, okay?" Yuuki crumpled up the blueprints into a small paper ball and threw it across the room. He grabbed the bottle and poured some alcohol into a small cup, offering it to me. "Sake?"
"No thank you," I declined politely. "I'm a scotch man myself."
"I see." Yuuki placed the bottle down. "I'll remember that in the future."
The entire situation was just creepy. Yuuki had forgotten every single rule of professionalism and efficiency, and he was behaving as if he didn't give a damn whether or not we got the money. As a matter of fact, he was behaving as if...as if he was hitting on me in some strange, twisted manner.
Yuuki leaned back against the wall and I watched his eyes explore every centimeter of my body. One could cut through the silence with a knife. "I had you come here for a reason, Jou."
"And that is?"
He glided across the rough, dirty floor to me and put a hand to my cheek, rubbing it softly. My logical, sensible self screamed at me to kick Yuuki's ass twice over for such blatantly homosexual actions. My other self...the illogical, silly, primitive self, the one that made me lose so many times to Yuugi and Kaiba, was only thinking along the lines of, "Yuuki soft."
Because I was far too preoccupied with myself, Yuuki took the opportunity to pull me closer, and he kissed me fully.
Now, normally, this would have been the breaking point for me. I probably would have stepped back, taken a few deep breaths, explained to Yuuki that I was straight, and then I would have busted his ass. But something in the air invaded my respiratory system and gotten to my brain, messing with my proper judgment, and forcing me to allow Yuuki to pull off my clothing and gently push me to the mattress.
"Yuuki," I placed a finger to his lips to prevent him from going any further. "Are we not men?"
He smiled sadly. "If you don't want this, I'll stop right now."
I mulled over the options in my mind. I could set it off and make it clear that no man was allowed to touch me in such a manner. (No, far too violent. He probably has friends.) I could politely decline and make my way out. (No, I'd look weak.) Or...
No. I'm straight, right?
Wrong.
Jounouchi Katsuya, you are as straight as a circle.
Yuuki stood up and yanked off his clothing, allowing a few curls to fall over his eyes. I sat on my hands to keep from brushing them back. He chuckled. "Are you uncomfortable, Jou?" He had obviously taken notice of the red spreading across my face.
Real men don't admit such silly things. "N-no...of course not." My eyes trailed away from his face, and my own began to turn magenta.
I heard Yuuki's laughter and I quickly looked away, flicking rose petals off of my arms. He grabbed a remote control and pressed a button, and music flowed out of a stereo. I raised an eyebrow.
"I wanted our first time to be special," Yuuki explained.
I snorted, beside myself. "By playing Operation Ivy?"
Yuuki blushed slightly. "When we first met, all I could listen to was Operation Ivy. They reminded me of you."
"Great. You see stupid American punk rockers and I'm the first thing that pops into your mind. Lovely, Yuuki."
Yuuki started to sway where he stood, singing. "It's not the end, it's the beginning/the ground is moist and it rained last night/smells like smoke and it smells so clean/the sun's shining down like a friendly white light..."
I laughed right out loud, and Yuuki stared. "Here we go again."
He mumbled something incoherent (I suppose it's better that I don't know what he said) and straddled me carefully, making sure to kiss me every now and then. His lips tickled my ears as he whispered, "Shall we?"
His hands became little explorers, finding places that had never been touched by anything except for a washcloth. My breath came out in short gasps, and a strange form of pleasure (pleasure that I wasn't supposed to be feeling) flowed through my veins. I gripped the bedsheets and my knuckles went white as I succumbed to each any every motion that this blond god on top of me made.
"Prepare yourself, Katsuya." That was awfully strange, him referring to me by my first name. No one has ever done that, not even my father, who normally refers to me as "you" or "fucking moron."
It didn't really hurt. NO, I didn't enjoy it either. It felt...weird. I mean, when you read hentai and such, you become so accustomed to the idea of a GIRL, never a guy, being "violated," et cetera.
When he finished, I wasn't that sure if I wanted anything to do with him. He was...creepy. He pulled me into his arms and whispered something about how I was so goddamn beautiful and that he wanted to keep me with him forever. (At least he didn't say he loved me...yet.) What was I gonna do, push him away and yell at him? Not likely.
The last thing I ever wanted to do was fall asleep in that dingy, rotting room. Unfortunately, I did.
[A/N: Okay, EDIT. I had to change this chapter. It was remarkably mediocre (and still is). BloodMistress, thanks for the heads up, I should try to write about what I don't know. (Raise your hands if you already figured out that Yuuki was going to go for Jou. It was so obvious, thank you.) Thank the stars I can go back to my PG-13 rating, allowing more people to simply click and read, rather than having to dig and find. One more thing, the song is Operation Ivy's "Here We Go Again" off of their 7" EP "Hectic." I'm seeing Yuuki singing and dancing to that song naked...O-O HAHAHAHA! I get way too attached to my OCs. Enough of my ramblings, review please. Oh yeah, there's going to be some serious gaps between updates. I'm spending my weekdays in LA and the only computer access is to a library full of PCs. I am a Mac user, I don't have many floppy discs. Expect updates every weekend or so. Sorry. Thanks to reviewers thus so far. Four is coming up reaaaal soon.]