(Ykarzel's Constant Chatter: Hikari Ykarzel: YAY! Well, it's official. This is going to take me all school year to write. But that's a bit appropriate, isn't it?
All Yaoi! Realistic? No. Preferred? Yes.)
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Tristan sat up with a gasp, jerking around in confusion. He took a deep breath, realizing where he was, and fell back on the pillow. He didn't need to look to know that his sheets would need to be changed. After that dream, there was no way that they were clean.
He ran a hand through his hair, and found it to be damp with sweat.
"Fuck," he swore to the empty room, though it came out dispassionately. 'How am I going to look at him now? After that…' His mind slipped back to the dream, recalling Devlin pressed on top of him, sucking on his neck the same way that Joey had to Seto…
He groaned and jerked his mind away, but the damage was already done. 'Well,' he reasoned, 'the hot water will be going to the washing machine anyway.'
After stripping his bed and starting the laundry, he headed to the bathroom for his shower.
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~~~yes it's me again~/((*
Something tickled.
He swatted it away. It was too early…….. much too early…….. sleep………
It tickled again.
He smacked at it. Too damn early……. there was no way he was moving yet….. it was……… too early…
It came back.
With a groan, Joey flipped over, scratching at his side. His eyes opened and saw Seto looking down at him, but his mind wasn't really registering what his eyes were seeing.
"Time to wake up, Pup."
He blinked twice, and still his mind just couldn't keep up with were he was. His eyes started to close again….
But then it tickled.
"Stop it," he whined.
"Then get up."
He opened his eyes again to see Seto running a finger up and down his side. "How are you feeling, Pup?"
It took him thirty seconds to process the question, then another five to actually assess how he felt. He hurt. A lot. "Fucking fantastic."
Seto smirked. Without words he said, "I told you so."
Joey glared. Without words he said, "Fuck off you fucking ass before I fucking kill you."
Feel the love.
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~~~~~~~i hate this job~~/((*
Ryou slowly began to awake. As soon as he realized that he wasn't in his room, however, he jerked himself into full activity with a gasp.
He was in the family room. He'd slept on the couch. Without his alarm. What time was it? Was he late?
//You're not late.//
He was calmed instantly. He trusted his yami not to lie to him. /How do you know?/
//I was watching the time. I wouldn't let you be late for school because I decided to fuck you on the couch.//
Despite the crude language, Ryou smiled, feeling warm inside. /Love you yami./
//Yeah, you too. Now shut the fuck up, I'm going to sleep. You owe me that at least.//
/G'night Kura./
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~~~u'd hate it too if u were me~~~~~~~/((*
Half awake, Yugi giggled as he felt his yami shower kisses along his neck. //Wake up, hiki.//
/I don't wanna,/ Yugi said, pouting without opening his eyes.
//I'll shower with you if you wake up now.//
Yugi cracked a violet eye to peer up at Yami who was smiling down at him. /Promise?/
//Promise.//
/Carry me?/
Yami rolled his eyes. //I suppose.// With a smile, he gathered his hikari into his arms and started for the bathroom.
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~~~~~~~~i get no respect for this job~~~~~~~~~/((*
Devlin glanced outside at the rising sun, then returned his attention back to the bathroom mirror and his eyeliner. It was vital that he looked his sexiest today.
Today he would seduce Tristan or die trying.
He snickered to himself in the mirror at how dramatic it sounded. He couldn't help it. He'd had his eye on a few people since he'd moved to this school. All were boys of course, and all unfortunately were straight, or so he thought.
The second he'd realized that Tristan, one of the few he'd been admiring, was willing to swing both ways, he refused to let the chance slip through his fingers. When the dice roll the right way, you take advantage of it. He was glad that it was Tristan out of all of them, actually. Tristan was the one he knew the best, and the only one who he wasn't admiring simply out of appearance.
Yes, he was lucky. But he always had been. The fact that Tristan was resisting didn't bother him. On the contrary, it made it that much better. He enjoyed the chase.
Confidently attaching his earring, he strode out of the bathroom with a smirk.
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~~~~~~~~~~~u ever swim across a page? it's hard~~~~~~~~~~~~/((*
Yugi giggled the whole way down the stairs, nibbling on Yami's neck. //If you're going to keep that up, maybe I should carry you around more often.//
/I'd get fat from lack of activity./
//You'd be cute fat.//
/I'd be cute no matter what./
//True.// Yami deposited Yugi down into a chair, kissing him soundly before disappearing.
"Morning Yugi," his grandfather said, placing a bowl of cereal in front of his grandson.
"Good morning!"
"Sleep well?"
"Woke up better."
His grandfather chuckled, handing Yugi the milk and taking a seat across from him.
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~~~~~~~~~i do tricks too you know~~~~~watch, i'll go bottom up~~~~~~~~~
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Joey moved slowly as he dressed, attempting not to show just how much pain he was in. He nearly jumped when two strong arms surrounded him. He'd thought Joey was downstairs already.
He leaned back into the support, more thankful for it then he was willing to show. "I love you, dumb mutt."
"Love you too, Joey," he responded softly.
Joey held him close for a minute, breathing in the scent that was just Joey. "I'm sorry you hurt, Pup."
Joey shrugged. "I'll live. It was worth it."
"If you say so."
Joey grinned, turning to grab Joey's lips in a kiss. "You don't know what you're missing bottoming to you."
"Is that so?"
Joey smirked. "Maybe I'll attempt to show you someday."
Joey raised an eyebrow. "Doubtful." With that, he kissed Joey's cheek and let him go, heading downstairs where Mokuba was waiting for them with breakfast.
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(Y.C.C.: Hikari Ykarzel: FISH! KNOCK THAT OFF!)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~/((o
Homeroom was mostly empty when Yami and Yugi arrived. Ryou was there, and he had the dreamy smile on his face that meant that Bakura had done something besides fuck him last night. Neither Yami nor Yugi wanted to wake him from that happy place.
//I'm tired.//
Yugi smiled at him mentally. /Is that a hint of "Aibou, come cuddle and nap with me until your friends get here"?/
//Maybe.//
Yugi smiled and buried his face in his Yami's neck, kissing the tender skin softly. /Love you./
//Love you too, hikari./
They curled up in a chair at a desk near the back, resting their heads on each other and nodding off, though Yugi wasn't actually asleep and therefore neither was Yami.
It was only a few minutes later when Joey and Seto arrived, along with several other students. Neither of them felt it necessary to disturb the pair or Ryou, though Joey was sure Yugi and Yami were aware they were there. They pulled chair next to each other, and Joey leaned against him while they talked. They had a surprising amount of things to talk about, because there was still so much they didn't know about each other.
Therefore, when Devlin walked in, things in the classroom were not very interesting, unless you counted that the glazed look in Ryou's eyes meant he had probably stopped thinking about his yami and was now actually with him.
However, everybody was busy. That suited him perfectly. Smirking, he fended off the girls that seemed to be wherever he was, and waited for his prey. He positioned himself carefully atop a desk. A position that seemed to be casual, but screamed sex. He had one knee bent with the foot on the desk, the other hanging limply off it, his legs spread in a casual way. He leaned back on one elbow, a book in hand.
He didn't have to wait long. Tristan entered the room only minutes later. His eyes automatically scanned the room, then landed on Devlin and went wide. His dream came flying back at him full force. His breath hitched as he attempted to fight the images and the blood that was rushing south.
He moved to his desk, setting his stuff down and taking a deep breath. Thinking he had himself under control now, he turned back around. Devlin still apparently hadn't seen him. He located all of his other friends, and labeled them busy. Slowly, he walked over to Devlin.
"Morning."
"Morning, Tristan," Devlin answered without looking up from what he was reading. "Sleep well?"
The color rushed to his face, and he stuttered an affirmative, causing Devlin to put his book down.
"Are you okay?" he asked, and he actually sounded concerned, but he was smirking. Tristan nodded, his face beet red, and looked down at the floor.
"I slept fine," he said firmly. "You?"
Devlin smirked. "Oh, I slept very well, thank you," he purred.
Tristan started coughing, the lack of air turning him purple. He was saved, however, from further embarrassment when Ms. Larenda walked in.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~sorry Ykarzel~~/((^
(Y.C.C.: Hikari Ykarzel: You know I hate it when you pretend to die, Fish…)
The morning classes were all academic, which at least effectively kept Bakura in his soul room and the couples from going at it like bunnies.
Nothing, however, could get Tristan's mind on school work. Every time he glanced over, Devlin gave him a sultry look. He squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, praying for the morning to be over. The clock seemed to be ticking backwards like in cartoons.
He wasn't sure how being out of class would make it any better, but he wanted out of there. In fact, logically getting out of here would only make it worse. Because at lunch, there would be nothing to stop Devlin from… Or even worse, in gym…
He suddenly was perfectly content to just stay where he was-
The bell rang. Every student threw their books closed and shut their minds off. Everybody rushed out; wanting to make sure they got the seats they wanted in the cafeteria. Tristan, however, closed his books very slowly, afraid what would happen if he went to lunch.
When he stood, however, he found himself in an empty room, with one other person.
"Are you sure you're alright, Tristan?" Devlin asked, and this time he really did look concerned. The blank Tristan had maintained through most of the morning worried him.
"Fine," Tristan confirmed, not looking up at Devlin.
The green eyed boy didn't believe him. He reached out and grabbed Tristan's chin, turning the slate eyes on himself. "Are you sure?"
Tristan, captured in the trap that was Devlin's eyes, nodded silently, very aware of the warm hand on his face.
"You didn't look very happy during class. Is there anything I can do to help?"
"No," Tristan attempted to say, though it came out as a harsh whisper.
Devlin took a step closer, letting his hand slide down Tristan's neck to his shoulder. He kept eye contact as he moved closer still, his other hand coming up to Tristan's other shoulder. "Because, Tristan," he started, his voice falling to a whisper also, "you know I'd do a lot to keep you happy."
He leaned forward, moving to the balls of his feet for height, and using Tristan's shoulders for support. Slowly, because despite his manipulative ways he wasn't into forcing anything on anybody, he brought their faces centimeters apart. Tristan's eyes shut, and taking his cue, Devlin closed the rest of the small distance, bringing their lips together softly.
Two strong hands wrapped firmly around Devlin's waist, pulling him closer. He leaned into Tristan's strength as the first kiss was followed by an equally soft second. It was hard to say who the first to deepen the kiss was. It just seemed to progress into it. Both were lost in the taste of each other, the feel of holding each other close.
A locker door slammed out in the hallway, causing them to jump apart. Tristan's eyes went wide. "They'll be wondering where we are at lunch." He ran out of the room, leaving Devlin alone.
The green eyed teen leaned against a desk, smirking and twirling his hair unconsciously. 'Mission accomplished before lunch.'
(Y.C.C.: Hikari Ykarzel: *smile* Sexy Devvy. Alrighty Fish, I know you feel that you've been working really hard, so I have somebody here to meet you. This is your new friend, Poisson. He's from France.
~~bonjour~~~/{{^ O))/~3~3~3~3~3~~~~h-hi~~~~~~~~
^___^ This is going to go very well. )