------- Me apologize to anyone who us stuck in the middle of any of my fics. I got a job about a month ago and have been really busy in my Senior year of high school. I decided to start working on this one over the other ones because I have some half-ass notion that is any good. I'm not really proud of this one, but everyone needs a chance to write a bad plot/solution. Ever hear about something and think "that sounds like a bad fanfiction plot?" Well, I do. () A lot. This is my chance to get out those bad muses and not taint my others. This is fun to write, but if I ever get (another) flame, I expect it to be on this one. Either way, I hope you readers are enjoying this.---
---- BTW, the above was written, like, 4 months ago. Sorry it takes me so long to write AND update.
Kaiba walked silently, listening to the boy try to keep conversation with him. He wasn't bothered by the boy and had already told him to keep talking. No, that wasn't the problem. He just didn't feel like talking.
"...don't have that many friends...Ryou, mostly."
"And that makes you sad?"
Yugi jumped at the sound of Kaiba's voice. He was so use to talking to himself he had slightly forgotten he was there. "Um...I..."
Kaiba peered down at Yugi with his unwavering blue eyes. "You don't have to watch yourself around me."
A faint blush tainted Yugi's cheeks. "Stop looking at me like that..." he said, laughing softly. "It's the way you look at Yami."
"Does it make you uncomfortable?"
Yugi sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I'm only in the eleventh grade, Kaiba. Besides, Yami would kill me if you even hugged me. You're 'his' and if anyone else touched you, they're as good as dead. My brother isn't someone you can just push off."
Kaiba grabbed Yugi by the arm, turning him towards him. "Listen to me Yugi! Yami isn't my fucking boss, got that?!"
Yugi shook his head, smiling, making him look exactly like his brother. "You obviously don't know him that well, Kaiba."
---
"Do you like computers?"
Jounochi shrugged. "To be honest, I get really confused by them. Anything more complicated than a PS2 and I could easily get lost within the files."
Otogi, who had his hands in his pockets, gently knocked against Jou, smiling back at him. "What about porn?"
Jou rolled his eyes. They were walking down the sidewalk later that night, after catching a bite to eat at a café. "I'm not going to say porn doesn't turn me on, but I honestly think I have better things to do in my life then waste it watching -other- people have sex."
Otogi laughed, nodding. "I suppose you're right there." Otogi stopped laughing suddenly, taking Jou's hand in his. "Do you..." Otogi glance over at Jou though the corner of his eye. "Would you like to go out again?"
Nervously, Jou mumbled a quick goodbye and started walking past Otogi.
Otogi stared after him, shocked. Had he done something to alienate him?
---
Bakura ran his hand through his hair, growling, as he dragged his brother along with the other hand. Ryou didn't put up a fight at all, the sense having been -kissed- right out of him. The whole bus ride to their house had been silent. Ryou stared straight ahead, unblinking, while Bakura had stared down at his feet.
Bakura let go of Ryou's hand once they were in the house. He began to take off his shirt, preparing to take a shower.
Suddenly, Ryou let out a high pitched scream which slowly dissolved to sobs.
At one point in his teenage years, Bakura had realized how much he lusted after his brother. He had left it in his subconscious, but all the same, knew it. Kissing his brother's neck hadn't been the best plan, but it had only been an attempt to calm him down and, of course, had worked long enough to get him home.
Bakura slowly finished taking of his shirt, leaving it in a puddle on the floor. He turned to his brother, a look of boredom on his face, which instantly silenced Ryou. All Bakura could hear was his soft whimpers and sniffling.
"Come here," he softly commanded.
Ryou took three timid steps towards him and stopped.
Bakura's voice took a bit of an edge to them. "I'm not kidding, Ryou. Come here NOW."
Once Ryou reached Bakura, he was instantly grabbed by the neck and pushed against the wall. His feet dangled a good foot off the ground as Bakura glared up at him. It could have been the lack of oxygen to his brain, but Ryou could of sworn his brother's eyes burned a deep red.
"If anyone finds out about this, I swear to god I'll kill you, got it?"
Ryou gasped, trying to fight the hand wrapped around his neck. Bakura took the silence as resistance and squeezed harder.
"Yes...yes!" Ryou gurgled. "...got it..."
Bakura slowly brought his brother back to the floor, his face void of any emotion. "Good boy," he whispered, staring his brother in the eyes.
Too scared to defy him, Ryou stared back. Bakura's hand was still around his neck, but it was completely relaxed. "I'm sorry," Ryou whispered back.
"If you need to seek forgivence, then don't do it." Bakura wrapped his arms around the other boy, bringing him closer. "I don't want to hurt you, Ryou."
"I don't want to do this," he whispered, but let his brother have access to his neck. He gasped as Bakura bit down on him. The gasp dissolved into a series of soft sighs as he trailed his hands through his brother's hair.
---- BTW, the above was written, like, 4 months ago. Sorry it takes me so long to write AND update.
Kaiba walked silently, listening to the boy try to keep conversation with him. He wasn't bothered by the boy and had already told him to keep talking. No, that wasn't the problem. He just didn't feel like talking.
"...don't have that many friends...Ryou, mostly."
"And that makes you sad?"
Yugi jumped at the sound of Kaiba's voice. He was so use to talking to himself he had slightly forgotten he was there. "Um...I..."
Kaiba peered down at Yugi with his unwavering blue eyes. "You don't have to watch yourself around me."
A faint blush tainted Yugi's cheeks. "Stop looking at me like that..." he said, laughing softly. "It's the way you look at Yami."
"Does it make you uncomfortable?"
Yugi sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I'm only in the eleventh grade, Kaiba. Besides, Yami would kill me if you even hugged me. You're 'his' and if anyone else touched you, they're as good as dead. My brother isn't someone you can just push off."
Kaiba grabbed Yugi by the arm, turning him towards him. "Listen to me Yugi! Yami isn't my fucking boss, got that?!"
Yugi shook his head, smiling, making him look exactly like his brother. "You obviously don't know him that well, Kaiba."
---
"Do you like computers?"
Jounochi shrugged. "To be honest, I get really confused by them. Anything more complicated than a PS2 and I could easily get lost within the files."
Otogi, who had his hands in his pockets, gently knocked against Jou, smiling back at him. "What about porn?"
Jou rolled his eyes. They were walking down the sidewalk later that night, after catching a bite to eat at a café. "I'm not going to say porn doesn't turn me on, but I honestly think I have better things to do in my life then waste it watching -other- people have sex."
Otogi laughed, nodding. "I suppose you're right there." Otogi stopped laughing suddenly, taking Jou's hand in his. "Do you..." Otogi glance over at Jou though the corner of his eye. "Would you like to go out again?"
Nervously, Jou mumbled a quick goodbye and started walking past Otogi.
Otogi stared after him, shocked. Had he done something to alienate him?
---
Bakura ran his hand through his hair, growling, as he dragged his brother along with the other hand. Ryou didn't put up a fight at all, the sense having been -kissed- right out of him. The whole bus ride to their house had been silent. Ryou stared straight ahead, unblinking, while Bakura had stared down at his feet.
Bakura let go of Ryou's hand once they were in the house. He began to take off his shirt, preparing to take a shower.
Suddenly, Ryou let out a high pitched scream which slowly dissolved to sobs.
At one point in his teenage years, Bakura had realized how much he lusted after his brother. He had left it in his subconscious, but all the same, knew it. Kissing his brother's neck hadn't been the best plan, but it had only been an attempt to calm him down and, of course, had worked long enough to get him home.
Bakura slowly finished taking of his shirt, leaving it in a puddle on the floor. He turned to his brother, a look of boredom on his face, which instantly silenced Ryou. All Bakura could hear was his soft whimpers and sniffling.
"Come here," he softly commanded.
Ryou took three timid steps towards him and stopped.
Bakura's voice took a bit of an edge to them. "I'm not kidding, Ryou. Come here NOW."
Once Ryou reached Bakura, he was instantly grabbed by the neck and pushed against the wall. His feet dangled a good foot off the ground as Bakura glared up at him. It could have been the lack of oxygen to his brain, but Ryou could of sworn his brother's eyes burned a deep red.
"If anyone finds out about this, I swear to god I'll kill you, got it?"
Ryou gasped, trying to fight the hand wrapped around his neck. Bakura took the silence as resistance and squeezed harder.
"Yes...yes!" Ryou gurgled. "...got it..."
Bakura slowly brought his brother back to the floor, his face void of any emotion. "Good boy," he whispered, staring his brother in the eyes.
Too scared to defy him, Ryou stared back. Bakura's hand was still around his neck, but it was completely relaxed. "I'm sorry," Ryou whispered back.
"If you need to seek forgivence, then don't do it." Bakura wrapped his arms around the other boy, bringing him closer. "I don't want to hurt you, Ryou."
"I don't want to do this," he whispered, but let his brother have access to his neck. He gasped as Bakura bit down on him. The gasp dissolved into a series of soft sighs as he trailed his hands through his brother's hair.