Deny thy Grandfather and Refuse Thy Name
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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Chapter 2
A/N: WOW, it’s been years since I updated, lol. I have about 17 chapters written, I just haven’t posted them, lol. So if new readers, old readers, no readers, whatever – want to jump on the boat and or leave me a review, then yays. I’m not going to edit it, or I’ll cry at the state of my past writing, lol. ^^:; Don’t expect anything new either. Yes, I am horrible. Deal. :D
I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh or Romeo and Juliet
*represents thoughts*
~*~
“Thrice! Thrice you imbeciles have disrupted our normally not-so-peaceful metropolis of Domino City! Not one, twice, but thrice! And if you don’t understand me because you’re too STUPID, thrice means THREE TIMES!!”
Mokuba, his aunt Tea and his uncle Tristan were being bitched at by Croquet, the city official of semi-peacekeeping. Then again, so was Yami, his great-uncle Grandpa, and Mai, his most recent wife, who was actually younger than Yami himself. She was Mai...
THE GRAVEDIGGER!!
At this point in time, her reputation had yet to flourish, but she had already received a large sum of money from her last three husbands...who had unfortunately 'passed on'.
Anywho, Yami and Mokuba were growling quietly at each other, whilst their parents were listening to Croquet babble on about banishment if there was another fight. Once Croquet shut up, the two families left, Mokuba and Yami sticking their tongues out at each other. Mai took the opportunity to wink seductively at Croquet, who in response pulled out a bottle of horse tranquillizer from his desk and guzzled it rapidly.
~*~
In a plush Lamborghini, Mai Motou, Grandpa Motou and Yami Motou were discussing the events that took place that afternoon.
“Where’s Yugi? He wasn’t in the fight, was he?”
“Quit acting like you care Mai. You’re just waiting for Uncle Grandpa to die so you can get his cash!”
“Yami!”
“It’s true Uncle! She’s a gravedigger! Her last three husbands are DEAD! Not only that, she’s a slut as well! She was flirting with Croquet as we left his office!”
“I was not!”
“You were too!”
“Was not!”
“Were too!”
“WAS NOT!”
“WERE TOO!”
“NOT!!”
“TOO!!”
“NOT!!”
“TOO!!”
“Both of you shut up!”
Yami and Mai shut up, nobody, but NOBODY pissed off Grandpa Motou.
“Now Yami, do you know where Yugi is?”
“I think I saw him by the beach...”
Meanwhile, at a slaughterhouse that was about a fifteen minute walk from the now charcoal gas station...
“Look, I didn’t really mean what I said, I-”
“Don’t even talk!”
Bakura slammed Ryou against a really big piece of beef, and I mean REALLY big, and almost drilled through his soul with his dark brown eyes.
“You said that super unleaded wasn’t good enough for me. That was a big mistake, Motou.”
“My name’s Ryou.”
“Didn’t I tell you not to talk?”
“I have problems following directions.”
“Well, let me put it this way. See that machine over there?”
Ryou turned his head to where Bakura was pointing. To his horror, he saw cows going in one end... and BIG pieces of beef, much like the one he was pressed against, coming out the other end. Ryou panicked.
“Please dear God no!”
“You won’t have to worry if you shut up and LISTEN to me.”
Ryou shut up VERY quicky.
“Now then, in addition to your insulting my pride, I have gasoline ALL OVER my perfectly shampooed hair. Plus...YOU RUINED MY CATSUIT!!”
Bakura started breathing heavily, and Ryou started repeating “Hail Mary” in his head numerous times. Unexpectedly, Bakura dragged Ryou over to the steel walls of the factory and slammed him up against it. Recovering his senses, Ryou noticed that Bakura was only a breath away from his lips...
“Well, well, well Motou. I think it’s time for your punishment.”
“You’re not throwing me in that machine?”
“Maybe, and do you ever stop talking?”
“I’m paranoid and my life is at stake! What do you expect me to do?!’
“Good point.”
The two stood there for a full two minutes, which to Ryou seemed like hours. The constant mooing of the cows only added to the white-haired Motou’s anxiety.
“Can’t you just let me go?”
“Of course not!”
“Why not?”
* Because you’re incredibly sexy* “Because I want revenge” whispered Bakura into Ryou’s ear.
“What kind of revenge?” *Don’t toy with me, just kiss me now, dammit!*
“Oh, you’ll like it.” *I want you bad.*
“Just get it over with!” *You can’t leave me hanging in suspense, I want some tongue!!*
Bakura then kissed Ryou full force, and the Hawaiian-shirt-clad boy responded eagerly. The mood, however, was ruined as a loud “MOO!” interrupted their fun.
“Damn cows.”
“Then why did you take me here?”
“I didn’t want any distractions.”
“So you took me to a SLAUGHTERHOUSE to confess your desires?”
“...shut up.”
“Make me.”
Bakura kissed Ryou again, the latter gripping onto the other boy’s leather catsuit as Bakura numbed his senses. The leather-clad Kaiba swiftly picked up Ryou...
“Put me down!”
gave him another kiss to shut him up...
“Mmmph!”
and carried him out of the building. Bakura took Ryou all the way to a small hut he owned on a shabby boulevard and brought him inside.
“You realize how dangerous this is.” said Ryou.
“I live for danger.”
“You’re a Kaiba! If my family finds out, I’m off to the slaughterhouse... again!”
“Then don’t LET them find out.”
Bakura tossed Ryou on an old couch that squeaked and proceeded to ravish the platinum-haired boy. He kissed his way down Ryou’s neck, then took off his shirt...
~*~
“Oh God... Bakura!”
“Sweet Jesus...”
“Aaah! Oh, yes, harder!” -PANT-
-PANT, PANT- “Almost... there...”
“BAKURA!!”
“RYOU!!”
-Pant, pant-
-Pant, pant-
“That was fun, we should do this more often.”
“We’re going to, Motou, don’t you forget it.”
“My name’s Ry-mmph!”
~*~
That’s what happened to Ryou and Bakura, both exhausted of fatigue once they finished...three hours later.
~*~
And so it ends there! Let me know what you think of it all, drop me a line please! As for lemons... they'll get there, they will.
I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh or Romeo and Juliet
*represents thoughts*
~*~
“Thrice! Thrice you imbeciles have disrupted our normally not-so-peaceful metropolis of Domino City! Not one, twice, but thrice! And if you don’t understand me because you’re too STUPID, thrice means THREE TIMES!!”
Mokuba, his aunt Tea and his uncle Tristan were being bitched at by Croquet, the city official of semi-peacekeeping. Then again, so was Yami, his great-uncle Grandpa, and Mai, his most recent wife, who was actually younger than Yami himself. She was Mai...
THE GRAVEDIGGER!!
At this point in time, her reputation had yet to flourish, but she had already received a large sum of money from her last three husbands...who had unfortunately 'passed on'.
Anywho, Yami and Mokuba were growling quietly at each other, whilst their parents were listening to Croquet babble on about banishment if there was another fight. Once Croquet shut up, the two families left, Mokuba and Yami sticking their tongues out at each other. Mai took the opportunity to wink seductively at Croquet, who in response pulled out a bottle of horse tranquillizer from his desk and guzzled it rapidly.
~*~
In a plush Lamborghini, Mai Motou, Grandpa Motou and Yami Motou were discussing the events that took place that afternoon.
“Where’s Yugi? He wasn’t in the fight, was he?”
“Quit acting like you care Mai. You’re just waiting for Uncle Grandpa to die so you can get his cash!”
“Yami!”
“It’s true Uncle! She’s a gravedigger! Her last three husbands are DEAD! Not only that, she’s a slut as well! She was flirting with Croquet as we left his office!”
“I was not!”
“You were too!”
“Was not!”
“Were too!”
“WAS NOT!”
“WERE TOO!”
“NOT!!”
“TOO!!”
“NOT!!”
“TOO!!”
“Both of you shut up!”
Yami and Mai shut up, nobody, but NOBODY pissed off Grandpa Motou.
“Now Yami, do you know where Yugi is?”
“I think I saw him by the beach...”
Meanwhile, at a slaughterhouse that was about a fifteen minute walk from the now charcoal gas station...
“Look, I didn’t really mean what I said, I-”
“Don’t even talk!”
Bakura slammed Ryou against a really big piece of beef, and I mean REALLY big, and almost drilled through his soul with his dark brown eyes.
“You said that super unleaded wasn’t good enough for me. That was a big mistake, Motou.”
“My name’s Ryou.”
“Didn’t I tell you not to talk?”
“I have problems following directions.”
“Well, let me put it this way. See that machine over there?”
Ryou turned his head to where Bakura was pointing. To his horror, he saw cows going in one end... and BIG pieces of beef, much like the one he was pressed against, coming out the other end. Ryou panicked.
“Please dear God no!”
“You won’t have to worry if you shut up and LISTEN to me.”
Ryou shut up VERY quicky.
“Now then, in addition to your insulting my pride, I have gasoline ALL OVER my perfectly shampooed hair. Plus...YOU RUINED MY CATSUIT!!”
Bakura started breathing heavily, and Ryou started repeating “Hail Mary” in his head numerous times. Unexpectedly, Bakura dragged Ryou over to the steel walls of the factory and slammed him up against it. Recovering his senses, Ryou noticed that Bakura was only a breath away from his lips...
“Well, well, well Motou. I think it’s time for your punishment.”
“You’re not throwing me in that machine?”
“Maybe, and do you ever stop talking?”
“I’m paranoid and my life is at stake! What do you expect me to do?!’
“Good point.”
The two stood there for a full two minutes, which to Ryou seemed like hours. The constant mooing of the cows only added to the white-haired Motou’s anxiety.
“Can’t you just let me go?”
“Of course not!”
“Why not?”
* Because you’re incredibly sexy* “Because I want revenge” whispered Bakura into Ryou’s ear.
“What kind of revenge?” *Don’t toy with me, just kiss me now, dammit!*
“Oh, you’ll like it.” *I want you bad.*
“Just get it over with!” *You can’t leave me hanging in suspense, I want some tongue!!*
Bakura then kissed Ryou full force, and the Hawaiian-shirt-clad boy responded eagerly. The mood, however, was ruined as a loud “MOO!” interrupted their fun.
“Damn cows.”
“Then why did you take me here?”
“I didn’t want any distractions.”
“So you took me to a SLAUGHTERHOUSE to confess your desires?”
“...shut up.”
“Make me.”
Bakura kissed Ryou again, the latter gripping onto the other boy’s leather catsuit as Bakura numbed his senses. The leather-clad Kaiba swiftly picked up Ryou...
“Put me down!”
gave him another kiss to shut him up...
“Mmmph!”
and carried him out of the building. Bakura took Ryou all the way to a small hut he owned on a shabby boulevard and brought him inside.
“You realize how dangerous this is.” said Ryou.
“I live for danger.”
“You’re a Kaiba! If my family finds out, I’m off to the slaughterhouse... again!”
“Then don’t LET them find out.”
Bakura tossed Ryou on an old couch that squeaked and proceeded to ravish the platinum-haired boy. He kissed his way down Ryou’s neck, then took off his shirt...
~*~
“Oh God... Bakura!”
“Sweet Jesus...”
“Aaah! Oh, yes, harder!” -PANT-
-PANT, PANT- “Almost... there...”
“BAKURA!!”
“RYOU!!”
-Pant, pant-
-Pant, pant-
“That was fun, we should do this more often.”
“We’re going to, Motou, don’t you forget it.”
“My name’s Ry-mmph!”
~*~
That’s what happened to Ryou and Bakura, both exhausted of fatigue once they finished...three hours later.
~*~
And so it ends there! Let me know what you think of it all, drop me a line please! As for lemons... they'll get there, they will.