Another Love Story

The long awaited , highly anticipated chapter 15.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu Gi Oh

//=Character thoughts
**=Flashback
()=Authoress Notes
[]=Dream sequences.

WARNING: This chapter contains one of the most
explicit sex scenes I have ever written. While it is a pitiful
attempt, it still may offend. Don't read it if you don't
like that kinda thing. You have been warned.

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Chapter 15 - Hallowed Be Thy Name - Yugi POV

/It’s going to be a long night./
I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling. Not that I could see much, since it was
dark.
Joey and I had collected all Tristan’s stuff from around the house and put it in
his room, then locked the door. I knew neither of us would ever go in there.
We’d eaten dinner in silence and then both gone to bed. But sleep was evading
me.
I tossed and turned, my thoughts turning to Yami. It was weird, but I felt like I
knew him already. It almost felt like he was a part of me that I’d been missing
for so long. I knew that I was in love with him. The intensity of my feelings scared
me. I looked at the digital clock beside my bed.
/Damn. One o’clock in the morning./
I got out of bed and wandered into the kitchen. Joey was sitting at the table
drinking coffee.
“Hey. Can’t sleep?” I asked, grabbing a cigarette off the top of the fridge.
Joey shook his head, then yawned.
“Me neither.” I said, lighting my cigte. te.
I sat down next to him. We sat in silence for a long time.
“So what happened to you at the party?” Joey finally asked.
“Bakura gave me some weird drug and I.... Had sex with him.... And Yami...” I
replied, blushing.
“Bakura...?” Joey asked, bewildered.
I shrugged.
“Yeah. It just kinda happened.” I stated.
I suddenly remembered what had happened while I was lying on the bench out the
front of Kaiba’s place.
“Joey, when I was laying out the front on the bench, did Kaiba kisu?” u?” I asked.
Joey blushed.
“Yeah. He did. Then later on I had sex with him.” He mumbled.
“You what?” I cried.
“Well, Malik seduced me and Kaiba just took over.” He answered.
I chuckled.
“So are you two together...?” I continued.
Joey shook his head.
“No. He left straight away. Even when he got me outta jail it was strictly business.”
He said sadly.
“Oh.” I replied.
Joey shrugged.
“Anyway” he said “I should try and get some sleep.”
“After drinking all that coffee.” I giggled.
Joey nodded and yawned.
“Hey bud, can I ask you a favour?” He asked.
“Sure...” I said.
“Can I sleep with you tonight? I just don’t want to be alone...” he finished, grinning
sheepishly.
I nodded.
“No worries...” I stated.
I lead the way back up to my room and crawled into bed. Joey walked in behind me
and closed the door. Joey got into bed beside me. I turned to face the wall and Joey
moulded himself to my back. He put his arm around my waist, pulling me closer.
Joey’s body formed a natural curve around me since I'm considerably smaller than he is.
I slipped quickly into dream filled sleep.

[“Oh Yami! Harder!” I moaned softly.
Yami thrust in and out of me in long strokes. His face floated above me fixed in the
throes of passion. He was so beautiful.
Yami released with a wild cry. He collapsed on me, a comfortable weight. I softly petted
his sweat-dampened hair and slid my hand down his sticky back. He stirred, I felt a
sharp pain in my ribs.]

I sat up quickly, looking around disoriented. Joey lay on his back beside me, smirking.
“Wish I had your dreams.” He stated.
I blushed furiously.
/Could things get any more embarrassing?/
Joey pulled my back down and cuddled up to my side. Between the dream I'd just had,
and Joey’s body pressed against mine I was becoming a hormonal mess. I was practically
panting with need.
“You all right?” Joey asked, tightening his arm around my stomach.
The tiny movement sent bolts of desire shooting through me. I was so hard it hurt. I
forced my fist into my mouth to keep from screaming.
Joey say up, not failing to notice the suspicious bulge in the blankets, he looked at me
seriously. He lay down again, easing himself closer.
“Yugi. Let em take you.” He whispered into my ear.
His warm breath tickled me, heightening my arousal. I gave no answer, but Joey trailed
his hand down my chest, pinching gently at my erect nipples. I moaned, unable to hold
back any longer. He slid his hand down further, teasingly inserting his fingers under the
waistband of my boxer shorts. He kissed my shoulder softly.
I sat up and leapt on Joey, pulling him into a bruising kiss. The need for air forced me to
break the kiss, but now I’d set the pace Joey flipped onto my back and straddled my hips.
He kissed me with equal force then moved down to bite at my neck. I cried out in pain, sure
that he had drawn blood. The pain only added to my pleasure though. I bucked my hips
against him, trying to get some kind of release.
Joey kissed his way down to my chest where he took my left nipple gently in his teeth while
worrying the tip with his tongue. I clawed at his back, begging for him to take me.
“I’m not done yet.” He stated, continuing to kiss down my stomach to the waistband of my boxers.
He swiftly pulled them down and in one fluid movement took my entire erection in his mouth.
I pitied the neighbours who would undoubtedly have heard my tortured scream. With each
movement of Joeys I screamed anew. It was blissful torture. (That phrase makes me think
of Bakura. Blissful Torture... Mmmm....)
“I’m gonna come...” I mumbled, arching my back off the bed.
Joey took my cock even further into his mouth and swallowed my seed. I trembled from such
a mind-blowingasmgasm. Completely helpless and immobile, I giggled. I was light-headed
and tingled all over.
Joey wasted not time in spreading my legs and positioning his cock at my entrance. Inch by
excruciating inch he slid his erection inside me until he was in up to the hilt.
“Go. Hard.” I commanded.
Joey complied, thrusting hard and fast. The assault on my already heightened senses
was incredible. Joey was moaning like a whore with each thrust until finally he let out a
scream and came deep inside me.
He collapsed. His warm, sticky body resting rather uncomfortably on my slender frame.
He rolled off me into his back, breathing hard.
I was fighting a losing battle against sleep.
“Can’t.... stay... awake...” I mumbled.
“Sleep... then. S’after 3am.” Joey replied.
At his words, sleep claimed me. Dreamless sleep.

(Mwa ha ha. Oh, don’t worry. It’s not the end of the chapter. Oh no! There's more. Much, much more.)

I woke up and opened my eyes then glanced over at the clock beside my bed.
It was 11am. I sat up and looked down at Joey whose legs were hanging out of bed. I
smiled and carefully stepped over him.
/Hmm... shower.../
I padded into the bathroom and turned the shower on. While the water heated up I squinted
at my reflection in the mirror. Why did everything have to be so damn bright? Once I was
satisfied with the temperature of the water I stepped into the shower and let the hot water
run on the back of my neck. I was so incredibly nervous about going to Gen Q that night.
For one, I had nothing to wear. 2, what the hell was I meant to say to Yami anyway?
The phone started ringing.
“You gonna get that Joey?” I called out.
/No answer./
The phone kept ringing. I leapt out of the shower and lunged for the phone in the hallway.
I picked it up and collided with the hallstand, sending that crashing to the floor. I hit the wall
and fell back, landing on my back on the ground.
“Ah fuck!” I yelled, holding the phone to my ear.
I could hear Bakura laughing on the other end.
“Fuck you Bakura! I’m in a heap of fucking pain here!” I hissed.
“Well i can’t help you. But listen, you’ve got to get Joey to come to Gen Q tonight.” Bakura
replied.
“And why is that?” I asked indignantly.
“Because I have a plan. Please just do it.” Bakura said.
“Yeah all right.” I mumbled.
“Good. Oh, and can you dress him up a bit?” Bakura continu “Ok “Ok.” I said.
“See if you can make him wear blue.” Bakura added.
“Yes. All right.” I stated, exasperated.
“Right, well, bye.” Bakura finished.
I hung up and got up off the ground. Joey stood in my bedroom doorway looking down at
me.
“Ok?” He mumbled, eyes half closed.
“Just fucking great!” I snapped, walking into my room and slamming the door.
I put on denim jeans and a loose white shirt. I decided to go shopping, since I had nothing
to wear to Gen Q.
I opened my door and went into the kitchen. Joey was sitting at the table eating cereal.
“We’re going shopping. Go get dressed.” I told him.
Joey looked up at me curiously.
“Why...?” He asked with a mouthful of cereal.
“Because I have nothing to wear to Gen Q. Neither do you.” I replied, putting the kettle on.
“But I'm not going.” Joey argued.
“Oh yes you are. Now go and get dressed. We’re leaving in ten minutes.” I stated.
Joey gaped at me, and then turned and went to his room. I poured the hot water into my mug
and grabbed a cigarette off the fridge.
/I should do something about my smoking habit. It’s skyrocketed in the last week./
I sat down at the table and lit my smoke. I wanted clothes that made me stand out. Clothes that
made Yami want me. I had no idea what kind of guy Yami liked. The only thing I could think
of was to model my clothes after his style. Resolving to do just that, I started thinking about
colors. I was into about the fifth shade of purple when Joey walked back in. He was dressed
in black cargo shorts and a grey hooded jumper.
“Well then. If we have to go, lets go.” He said sulkily.
I blinked. Then, realising my coffee was stone cold I finished my cigarette and poured my coffee
down the sink.
I pulled my boots on, grabbed my wallet and walked out. It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in
the sky. Joey skulked along beside me.
“Will you snap out of it Joey? You’re driving me insane.” I stated.
Joey glared at me.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked.
“I don’t want to go to Gen Q. Why do I have to go?” He replied sulkily.
“You don’t have to do anything you ass! We just didn’t want to leave you out. But seeing as
though you’re just being an ungrateful little bitch, this is the last time we try and help you!” I snapped.
Joey bit his lip.
“Jeez, sorry bud. If it means that much to you, I'll go to the stupid club.” He mumbled.
I nodded approvingl/I k/I knew he’d see it my way.../

We wandered into a trendy/goth shop that sold clothes, amongst other things. The shop
was dark and smelled of cloves. There were clothes along the right wall and the back. Heavy
metal music blared from speakers mounted high on the walls.
I browsed the clothes, pulling out a few tops and a couple of pairs of pants. I went into the
changing room in the back left corner to try them on. Joey hovered outside, feeling out of
place. I pulled on the first pair of pants, skin tight black leather with buckles on the right
thigh. Satisfied with them, I put on the first top. It was tight and black with long sleeves
and a high neck. It had a silver zip right down the front and missing panels on the shoulders
where the sleeves joined. I walked out to show Joey who looked at me like I was a creature from mars.
“You don’t like it?” I asked him.
Joey shook his head.
“Not the top. The pants are cool though.” tatetated.
I went back into the changing room to try on another top. The next one was a shimmery violet
color and it was more of a waistcoat than a top. It was tight and gathered to the waist then flared
out. It went down to my mid thighs. It had silver clasps on the front and silver buckles high up on
the sleeves.
I went out to show Joey who looked me up and down but said nothing.
“You don’t like it.” I said, pouting.
“No. I do.” He replied earnestly.
“So I should thi this one?” I asked.
Joey nodded.
I went back into the changing room to put my own clothes on. I went put the other clothes back
on their hangers and carried them out.
“Found anything you like?” I asked Joey.
“Nope. Nothing.” He replied.
“You didn’t even look!” I protested.
Joey bit his lip.
“This place freaks me out...” he mumbled.
“Well.... All right. Hold these and I'll look for you.” I replied, handing him the clothes I wanted
to buy.
I looked through thcondcond half of the rack for something blue. Bakura's demands were clear.
I pulled out a pair of pants similar to the ones I wanted, but a shiny shimmery dark blue in
color. I held on to them and continued to search for a top.
“Can’t I just wear my mesh singlet that's at home?” Joey asked.
I thought about it.
“Yeah, maybe.” I replied.
I handed the pants to Joey and took back my clothes.
“Go try them on.” I ordered.
Joey slunk into the changing room and shut the door. I could hear him struggling and muttering
to himself. I suppressed a giggle. He came out in about ten minutes with the pants on. He’d
taken his shirt off crossed his arms self-consciously.
“You like them?” I asked him.
Joey looked down at his legs.
“They’re all right.” He replied.
“Do you want them?” I asked.
Joey nodded. Despite his nonchalant attitude, I knew he liked them. They looked damn good.
He went back into the changing room and got back into his own clothes. He handed me the
pants and I paid for the lot.
We walked out into the now dazzling sunshine and looked around.
“Where to now?” Joey asked.
I thought for a minute.
“Well, I'm not too sure. I don’t really want to go home yet. It’s such a beautiful day.” I replied.
Joey nodded. We stood around for a few minutes more.
“I don’t want to just stand here. Lets go back home then if we have nothing to do. Besides, it’s
after three. We’ve only got four hours until we have to go.” I ed. ed.
Joey paled at the mention of going out that night. He followed me back the way we had come.
We reached home ten minutes later and I dove into the shower again. It was a nervous habit for
me, showering. I washed my hair thoroughly and scrubbed every inch of my skin. I got out of the
shower and dried myself then bounded into my room to get ready for the big night ahead.

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And there you have it.
Enjoy.
R&R