Some Kind of Monster

KT: Back again with a short sweet chapter. One thing I love about this website is that I can respond to my reviews right here!
Psycho Candy : ”I'm so glad you're updating this wonderful story again. I left a more detailed review on your ff.net version, under JiangShi. Keep on writing!”
KT: I read your review on ff.net, thanks for that. Truth is, your review is what spurred me to come back to aff.net. Anyone who enjoyed that Ryou/Jouno lemon has Psycho Candy to thank! See, your feedback has a lot of impact!
Maxi1234: “You know, this story really is awesome. I love a dominant Ryou, and Bakura still thinks he can beat Ryou if he wants too… oh, Bakura. And the bit about Malik and Mariku was adorable. I hope they come back to the story soon. Though, entering Sakuma in there kinda threw me off. Hm… I actually hope for thiefshipping in the end, but… whatever you planned is probably good. Oh wel,, continue this soon, please!”
KT: Rejoice, Maxi1234, our favorite Egyptian psychos will be coming around very soon! (Looks ahead) Next chapter, in fact. As far as pairings go, anything’s game here. Heck, I’ll have Bakura make out with Yami if the story calls for it! LOL Hmmm… That would be hot…

Chapter 10
Paoma Wong regained consciousness a few days later.
Jouno went to the hospital as soon as he heard, because he was one of Wong's worried patients who was chomping at the bit to make sure she was alright.
I'll greet her normally and watch her expression. If she hasn't told anyone, I'll kill her; if she has, I'll play the insanity card again. I hope I don't have to do that. Incarceration would be a huge pain in the ass right now.
Kaiba was there. He was shifting in his stance, hands on hips, giving off an air of great impatience until he looked up and saw Wheeler approaching, at which point he froze. As far away as he was, Jouno could still easily see that Kaiba's glare intensified.
When Jouno got close enough, Seto spat, "What are you doing here, Wheeler?"
Jouno kept his expression and tone perfectly innocent. "Heard Dr. Wong woke up. Came to see if she's alright."
Kaiba leaned into Jouno's face, trying to glare him down. "Are you sure you're not here to check her memory, Mutt?"
Jouno didn't crack. He almost chuckled, but felt it might qualify as some sort of tell. Their current position was too perfect. He had to say it:
"Are you sure you're not gay for me?"
Kaiba's eyes widened, then narrowed as he growled and grabbed the front of Jouno's jacket in both his fists. "You piece of trash!"
Jouno spoke calmly and evenly. "See here? You're always finding some reason to grab me, or get in my face. Maybe it's not my face you really wanna get into, hmm?"
For a moment, Seto actually looked guilty.
Jouno was grinning cooly now, but he didn't feel cool. He had that terrible sense of disembodiment again, like what had happened with Dr. Wong. This time, however, there was something different. There was this strong sense of femininity, as if he were a woman.
Kaiba released Jouno's jacket with an exaggerated swing of his arms. "Garbage", he said as he walked off. "You're garbage."
Jouno smiled, watching Seto leave, his mind currently riddled with thoughts of Kaiba in a certain light. He found that he could picture Seto naked quite easily, as if he'd already known Seto in that way.
Oh, this is so weird, I'm not me I'm not me! Help!
He felt like he couldn't control his own body-- terror gripped him and he wanted to scream, but his body didn't move for a long time as someone else in his head laughed at Kaiba.
He noticed another boy sitting on one of the benches a few feet away, staring at him. He looked similar to Jouno, with a headful of fluffy blonde hair, but his eyes were the same golden hue, unlike Jouno's chocolate eyes. The boy didn't look away, kept smiling that idiotic smile.
The feminine feeling was gone at once. Jouno felt like he was in control again, and he was flooded with anger as he walked over to the smiling boy.
His voice was deadly calm. "What are you smiling at?"
"Sorry, Man. It was just strange to see Mr. Kaiba emote. Man, I thought for sure he was gonna kiss you, ya know?"
Jouno smirked and arched his brow.
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He went to bed sore; he woke up sore.
Ryou was laying sprawled on the bed he shared with Bakura, eyes closed, brow creased. He wanted to go back to sleep. He could tell by the intensity of the sunlight seeping through his closed eyelids that it was only 7 or 8 in the morning. He could also sense that Bakura was gone, but didn't really care where he was.
He'd slept over the first time he and Jouno had fucked, but every time since, Ryou would come home afterwards. Jouno would have his driver bring Ryou right to his door.
What a swanky boyfriend I've got... I wonder how many gifts I can wrangle out of him?
And then Ryou heard the most annoying, enraging sound you can possibly hear on a Saturday morning...
Someone was trying to start a lawnmower.
He jumped right out of bed and ran to the windows so fast that he smacked his head into the glass.
The garage was open, the lawnmower was out in the driveway, and there was Bakura leaning over it, pulling the rip cord again and again.
Without a moment's hesitation, Ryou stomped down the hallway and stairs, very awake now. He ran out into the yard in his powder blue pajamas with pink pinstripes, marched to where Bakura was, and stayed the thief's hand.
"What the hell are you doing, Bakura?"
He's mad already? What the hell did I do this time? "You asked me to mow the lawn."
"It's barely 8 o'clock in the morning. I'm trying to sleep. Besides, any idiot knows it's best to mow in the evening."
"Can't. I have plans tonight."
"Then do it in a couple of hours."
"It'll be too hot."
"You're from Egypt! Don't be a pussy!"
"It's hotter now than it was back then! Besides, just because I'm from Egypt and I put up with 110-degree days doesn't mean I enjoyed it by any stretch of the imagination. If air conditioners had existed back then, we all would've huddled around them in our homes!"
Ryou crossed his arms and glared at Bakura, letting a long, slow breath out through his nostrils.
"Fine, mow the lawn. I'm too awake now anyway." He turned and walked back to the house. "Asshole!"
Bakura watched Ryou leave, feeling very unsatisfied.
What kind of argument was that? He barely touched me! "You wouldn't be so sleepy if you weren't out at all hours of the night FAGGING AROUND!!"
Ryou froze at Bakura's words, and turned around. Bakura laughed at him as Ryou dragged his errant yami into the house, into the foyer, where he kicked and punched him mercilessly. It was a flurry of fists and feet, and taunting as Bakura egged him on. Soon enough, Ryou got a good hit in that knocked Bakura unconscious. Ryou propped him against the wall so he wouldn't trip over him later, and went on his way.
Now that that rage was gone, all that was left was exhaustion. Ryou headed up the stairs to the bathroom for some aspirin for his aching muscles.
He looked at his neck in the mirror, and there were no marks on his ghostly pale skin despite the soreness he felt. Jouno had a beautiful, powerful body and he was an incredible lover, but there was one thing Ryou couldn't stand: Jouno liked to strangle him during sex.
Ryou had been seme the first night, and Jouno had been a cute, timid, awkward virgin. But every time afterwards, Jouno had been seme. He was huge and intense, and he never said a word even as Ryou writhed and screamed in ecstasy. He didn't want to deal with it, but deep down he knew that he'd been having sex with Yami Jouno.
Why do I always wind up with the freaks? God, I'd break up with him if the sex wasn't so addictive. Speaking of which...
He had to pass by his bedroom on the way back downstairs, so he grabbed his phone and dialed Jouno as he shuffled to the kitchen, barely acknowledging Bakura, who was still slumped unconscious against the wall.
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Jouno's phone rang. The caller ID said My Pretty Little Ryou. Without thinking, Jouno sat down right next to the boy he'd been talking to, even though all the other seats were empty, and answered.
"Hello?"
"Last night was incredible, Jouno. I'm still shivering..."
Jouno chuckled deep in his throat. "Maybe we'll do that again sometime soon."
"Tonight?"
"I'm not sure. I've got to attend some sort of event at Pegsy's house. I don't know how long it'll last..." At that moment Jouno glanced over and saw that the other boy was staring right at him, listening to his conversation. He smiled a big, friendly smile and Jouno realized the guy must be one of Paoma Wong's other patients. Jouno pulled the phone away from his mouth and said, "Stop staring at me, Nutbag."
The boy tilted his head and smiled wider. "Hmmm...?"
"Nevermind." He got up and walked away, continuing his conversation. "So, Ryou, I'll give you a call... Wait. Hey, why don't you come as my date?"
Ryou was taken aback. "A date?" Is he trying to take this to another level? I don't want to get any closer to this guy! Why can't we just be fuck-buddies and let that be it? What should I say right now?
chapter 10
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KT: Hope you liked! This story is further along on ff.net. I’ll be posting the same story here, the only difference is that I’ll be adding lemons. Reviews are always welcome! See ya next time!