Rubisora: Thanks! And I'm glad you're liking it and yes, that was the idea, Anpu being more like Jou and Matao being somewhat like Matao.
Long chapter, seven pages and that's long for me. dies Well, I have written longer before.
"What do you want with me," Matao snarled as Bakura dragged him out of the examination room.
"Matao," Jonouchi stood up as he offered his hand to the teen.
Matao just snorted and wrenched his arm from Bakura's grip. He stared at Jonouchi's hand but wouldn't reach out his own.
"We've talked and we want you to live with us," Yugi nodded his agreement as he joined Jonouchi's side and wrapped his arms around his waist.
"I don't need your sympathy," Matao snarled coldly at them as he shoved past, leaving the two watching him. However in his way stood Anpu. He braced his hands against the sides of the door as he stood his ground, feeling small as Matao stood over him.
"Gee, you're a rule winner," Anpu said as he adopted his father's cocky air.
"Out of my way."
"Nope," Anpu shook his head and his banes flicked against his cheeks as he ran a hand through his ragged sandy hair.
Matao felt his pants tightening as all his blood went south at the sight of the irresistible boy before him. Everything about him seemed to be created to cause Matao to loose control. However much the urge pushed him over the edge he couldn't weaken. He was a Kaiba and Kaibas showed no weakness.
"My parents have been quite nice to you and the least you could do is show some gratitude. But no, instead you're being an asshole," Anpu snarled at him.
"Anpu, he's not worth the time," Jonouchi said as he crossed over towards the quarrelling teens.
Yugi however couldn't help but snort as Bakura gave a helpless shrug. They had heard this same argument played over millions of times.
"I don't need a speech from a flea-bag like you," Matao said coolly as his cold eyes darted towards Anpu.
"Ooh, good one." Anpu snapped as his voice dripped with sarcasm like a drenched towel would. "Look who's talking."
There was no warning for any of them as Matao's eyes rolled back and he hit the ground hard. Bakura took all of half a second to make it to his side but Anpu had beaten him to the boy.
"He did it again," Anpu told Bakura as Yugi joined Jonouchi's side and took his hand.
Bakura frowned for a moment as Matao stirred once more and looked around dazed. "You're going home with Mutou-san and Jonouchi-san," Bakura said calmly and the blue eyes focused hard on him.
"Fine," Matao grumbled as he pushed himself up into a sitting position. The glower on his face never ceased however.
"However," Bakura said as he cleared his throat. "Yugi, Jonouchi, I need to talk to both of you."
Yugi nodded his head as he grabbed Jonouchi's arm and pulled him into a side room.
"I have some bad news," Bakura said as soon as he shut the door.
"What?" Jonouchi felt his mouth turn dry as he wrapped his arms around Yugi's waist.
"He seems to be suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome," Bakura explained. "His mind is shutting down, blocking out memories of certain events." He slowly handed the couple several sheets of paper. "Here are some prescriptions. We're going to try to erase the parts of his memory that are being blocked. It's safer that way."
Yugi shot a wary glance over at the boys as soon as they reached the game shop. The sun was high in the sky once they had left Bakura's office and just seemed to have grown hotter. Or perhaps that was just his nerves getting the best of him. Yugi quickly relaxed as he felt the strong hands upon his shoulders.
He turned around and a smile passed over his features as he leaned back into the massage. Jonouchi's fingers worked quickly, kneading into his sore muscles and the knots that had developed themselves in his back.
"Papa-san! Dad! Do it later!" Anpu snapped as he impatiently stamped his foot.
"Impatient to be grounded, Anpu?" Jonouchi teased his son.
Yugi smiled thoughtfully as he looked at his husband and son. "That's right we still have your punishment to decide on, Jonouchi-kun." Yugi absentmindedly licked his dry lips as he felt his body respond to the path his thoughts were taking. He wasn't even going to try to hide the bulge that was forming in his pants as he slowly moved away from Jonouchi.
"Impatient?" Jonouchi asked as he scooped Yugi up into his arms. As soon as they got in Jonouchi tossed the prescriptions they had received from Bakura. "Anpu, can you go down to the pharmacy and get those filled?"
Anpu glanced up and nodded his head. "Sure dad!"
"Make sure he takes the medication and gets a bath," Jonouchi quickly commented as he headed off, Yugi's arms wound around his neck.
Jonouchi stretched out on the bed as he set Yugi down, the smaller man pushed him down, straddling his waist as he leaned forward their lips meeting in all aggressiveness.
"Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting?" Yugi whispered, his normally calm voice overpowered with huskiness.
"I have a clue," Jonouchi cupped his hand behind his neck and pulled him down in a bruising kiss. Tongues intertwined brutally as Yugi fumbled with the belt of the man beneath him.
"I love you," Yugi gasped as he pulled away slightly to gasp for breath. He wrapped his fingers around the hem of Jonouchi's shirt as he pulled it upwards, releasing the smooth skin he so badly wanted to taste. He quickly moved to unbutton the jeans and pull the zipper down with small, nimble fingers as his soft lips caressed the bronzed plane of Jonouchi's chest.
Jonouchi's fingers threaded through Yugi's hair as he moaned as the wonderful digits reached downwards, into his pants, and caressed his inner thigh.
"You're overdressed," Jonouchi managed to strangle out as he groaned as Yugi's lips pulled away from him, as well as his hand.
Yugi stripped his clothes off, leaving them in a pile before descending on his lover once more.
Anpu glanced once again at the clock slowly ticking the seconds away on the grungy wall of the old pharmacy. The lights flickered slightly as he sighed and found it much more interesting to study the dirt under his nails.
"Jonouchi," a nasal voice called and Anpu jumped to his feet, practically tripping over his own feet as he ran to the counter. He wanted to get home, away from all these people coughing as they looked at his healthy body with hungry eyes, watching each movement, staring at his veins as they traced his body, calculating how much meat he was worth.
He had never before gone without his father and now he could see why. Now he wanted out of there.
Anpu took the filled prescriptions and quickly counted out the money, paying for them before racing out the door. He made it back in record time, panting as the door of the game shop slammed shut behind him.
Anpu slowly tore up the steps, glancing around the empty TV room as he collapsed onto the couch. He knew it would have been a miracle for his parents to be up but that didn't include the whereabouts of their illustrious houseguest.
As a hand fell on his shoulder Anpu jumped and turned, glowering at the intruder. All his muscles instantly relaxed as he saw that it was merely Matao standing there, his eyes glimmering in the darkened room.
"Jeeze, don't scare me like that," Anpu muttered as he caught his breath and his pounding heart slowed to a steady pace.
A smug smirk played over Matao's features as he came around to the other side of the couch and sat down on it, the smirk never disappearing. "What's in the bag?"
"Oh, this?" Anpu asked as he held up the large paper bag. "All this is for you," he threw the bag at the red head who looked startled for a second but managed to catch it in his shock. He pulled up his nose slightly as he dumped the contents of the bag onto the couch between them.
Anpu silently fingered through the pile of medications, silently wondering what each was for when he spotted a bottle of shampoo. A wicked grin flashed over his face as he glanced at Matao.
He stood as he snatched the shampoo off the couch and grabbed Matao's shirt collar, dragging him towards the bathroom. The water was quickly started as Anpu leaned forward and placed the container of shampoo in the shower.
Matao had no time to balk as Anpu stripped down to his boxers, bending over slightly to test the water.
"Hurry it up," Anpu sighed in his impatience as he glanced over his shoulder to see Matao still clothed.
"What?" Matao echoed incredulously.
"Get your clothes off," Anpu quickly said as he pulled off his boxers and dropped them onto the ground before sitting down on the counter as he waited for Matao to undress.
Finally Matao sighed as he stripped his clothes off his thin body.
"Holy fuck!" Anpu exclaimed as soon as the shirt came free from Matao's body, his bones jutting out from his ribs.
A single eyebrow rose at Anpu's exclamation. "Would you like to rephrase that?" Matao commented as he undid the ragged buckle of the belt and his jeans fell around his ankles. His boxers were removed as he met Anpu's eyes.
"You first," Anpu said as he extended his arm.
"Why? So you can shove me over when I get in?"
"No!" Anpu yelled as he hopped off the counter. "You just need a shower more than I do," Anpu kicked at the floor as a blush threatened to overtake his cheeks.
Matao snorted as he stepped into the shower and he relished in the feeling of the warm water hitting his face. All exhilaration took over at the fact that never before could he remember such a pleasant experience.
The droplets rolled down his skin and he exhaled slowly as a cool breeze hit his back as he felt Anpu step in behind him. He didn't know that his mind had reacted the way it had. That it had closed down any memory to do with his father. Post traumatic stress syndrome, it was called. He couldn't remember; his mind wouldn't let him. All he knew was the comfort as Anpu poured the shampoo into his palm.
Anpu ran his fingers through the thick hair, massaging the shampoo into Matao's scalp as the water splashed over them both. His breathing quickened as he pressed against Matao's back.
One hand wrapped around the other's waist as Anpu let his massaging hand drop, spreading the suds down the side of his face. Bakura had told them that he was suffering, had told them his memories of his father were gone. They would never be recovered so it would be best to help him heal. That's what most of the pills were for, to try to stop any dreams that may haunt his mind, any memories that may slip past. They were going to destroy any chance of recovery he had, for his sake.
Slowly Anpu's hand traced over the smooth flesh, relishing in the feel. No, he didn't love this other teen, not yet, but he did lust after him.
Finally the suds washed out and they carefully switched places, Anpu letting Matao stepped out as he snatched his own shampoo from the hanging shelves.
Matao grabbed a towel from the shelf and used it to scrub his hair dry. As soon as he had finished he wrapped it tightly around his waist just as Anpu stepped out.
A smirk played over Anpu's lips as he took a towel and dried himself off and got back into his jeans. He spun the wet towel and jerked it with a loud snap.
The redness started showing instantly on Matao's waist as his icy eyes shot over towards Anpu. The red-eyed teen knew he was dead meat and took off, slamming open the door with Matao hot on his tail.
As soon as Anpu managed to make it to his room Matao had caught up to him. He grabbed his hips and knocked Anpu across the floor.
Matao was breathing hard as he rested his chest against Anpu's back. "Okay, fine, you caught me. I swear I won't do it again!" Anpu exclaimed breathlessly.
"Of course you won't," he said calmly as he pushed himself up, letting Anpu flip over before pressing a hand against the shorter's shoulder.
"What?" Anpu faltered. Shock radiated through his mind as the strong hands held him against the carpet. "What are you doing?"
Matao grabbed his chin and tilted it up. "I like you Anpu, I really do," he whispered as he leaned forward catching Anpu's lips in a fierce kiss.
Anpu's arms wound around Matao's neck, pulling him down against his bare torso as his fingers dug into the thick hair.
Anpu moaned; parting his lips slightly and letting Matao's tongue slide through his lips. The slick muscle wrapped around his tongue, each movement causing Anpu to moan more and more.
Slowly Matao pulled away, leaving Anpu moaning and panting. "Do you want this?" Matao whispered as his tongue flicked out, caressing the shell of Anpu's ear. "Do you want me?"
Anpu let out a gurgled groan as Matao pressed his kisses against the darkly tanned throat. "We can't do this, not so soon," Anpu whimpered as he felt the lips against his heated skin.
"Why, I can't feel the pain, the pain I'm supposed to feel," Matao moved down flicking his tongue over Anpu's nipples, letting them harden under his touch.
Anpu threw his head back, moaning loudly at the feeling as his fingers clutched the hair tightly.
"Then let me soothe you," Anpu whispered as he tugged hard at the towel, leaving the body above him gloriously bare.
Matao's hands ran through Anpu's hair, as he rubbed hard against the rough fabric of Anpu's jeans.
Slowly he pulled away, pulling Anpu's jeans away from his body as he stroked the teen's face below him.
"I'm sorry," Matao kissed him gently as he rubbed Anpu between his legs, the precum spreading over his fingers before he spread his legs apart.
Matao quickly prepared him before thrusting into Anpu's body, letting him scream out his name as he came.
Anpu panted as he stroked Matao's face, brushing the sweaty locks aside. "Let's do this again," he whispered as he leaned back, falling sound asleep.
Matao smiled for the first time in so long as he lifted Anpu up into his arms and crawled into the narrow bed with him, pulling the covers over their bodies.
