To Lose

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh Gx. I do not own the basis for this fanfiction, the concept is taken with permission from “Yami’s Chan” fanfiction ‘Slut’. I make no money from this.


To Lose
By 11


Chapter 02
Slut

“Hey slut.”

Chazz stopped short, mid-stride. Great. Now they were giving him crap to his face – they were getting bolder everyday!

“You better have a good reason for this,” Chazz snarled back, “or I’m going to castrate you, arrogant pest!”

“Hey – chill!” the youth put up his hands, his group of friends sniggering at their apparent ‘leader’s theatric response. Chazz glowered. “I was just thinking of having a friendly duel – winner gets to order loser. What do you think?”

Chazz snorted, “As if I’d want to order anything of a worm like you.”

“Well I can think of several things I could order of you!”

What idiots.

“I bet you could.” Chazz glared, “Pig.”

“Oh, you’re scared?” the other taunted. Chazz cursed under his breath – as if he could let them get away with calling him a coward on top of that horrendous and misplaced ‘label’…

“Hardly,” Chazz hissed, facing back to the boys, deck drawn, superior smirk in place; “You maggots just aren’t worth my time.”

The boy’s grin almost faltered, but he regained it quickly, “I’ll make you eat those words – literally!”

We’ll see if you’re a bunch of hot air and all talk! Chazz cursed the boy by a thousand names in his mind as he launched his duel disk – the other doing the same.

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It was impossible. An impossible outcome... How had this happened?

“Winner gets to order loser – you agreed!” the boy’s smirking laughter pervaded Chazz’ ears and he cursed every possibility in existence that could have gotten him stuck in this situation. “No backing out now…”

He would regret this. But pride made him accept the duel. He lost. Now pride would make him accept the consequences… despite however distasteful they may be…

The boy’s pants unzipped, a disgusting appendage, already half-hard swinging free. Chazz’s nose wrinkled in distaste. “Suck it!” the youth ordered, his friends snickering nearby.

Fine. He’d get this over with – nice and quick. Except for the nice part…

The jerk’s meat was already dripping before it was anywhere near his mouth. Gross. And those eyes weren’t anything special – the clouds were interesting, so storm grey irises focused on those wisps of smoke tracing across the surface.

It was easier to concentrate on as opposed to the jerking heat against his tongue. What stamina. The boy hadn’t lasted all of ten minutes. Good – he didn’t have to sully himself for long.

He spat the bitter cream to the ground and stood to go. “Now them!” The sound of drawn zippers and clicked buttons stopped him more solidly than the command. What the hell was wrong with this jerkwad?!

“That wasn’t part of the deal.” He snarled back, half sneer, all hate.

“If you don’t we’ll tell everyone what you just did for me,” the putrid pretender smirked back.

“Tell them, it isn’t as if rumors aren’t already flying around,” Chazz ground out angrily past jagged teeth and jaw.

“If you don’t,” and then he was surrounded. Shit. “There’s three of us… really think you could get away with just a few words?”

Big talk, for such a small worm. “Fine,” Chazz snarled, “worms.” So much for boundaries! If there was any semblance of them in the first place…

Flesh and muscle was already hard and wet before they even touched his tongue. It was pride. It had to be – because he would not be held down. He would not allow that. So this was better.

Stupid. Stupid moronic boys with no stamina whatsoever. It wasn’t as if he enjoyed it – though those eyes… no, he was meat to them. Sartorius’s eyes were different. They made him feel worthy – worthy… of something, everything.

Their eyes… vague amusement? They came too soon – spilling hot seed everywhere, narrowly dodging his clothes. Luckily if some had landed and stained it anywhere it wouldn’t be noticeable on the white coat once it dried.

Stupid. Stupid moronic boys…

He’d spared his pride, but that was still damaged somehow. “That didn’t last long.” He managed to sneer at them rising again and this time turning – not a second look back at the sniggering contorted faces and leering eyes.

“Slut.” The accusation followed him.

“Guess that makes you imbeciles,” his voice struck back at them, steps not faltering in the slightest, the tiniest bit of satisfaction flutering in my veins. “Not even able to stand that much.” He laughed, and he could feel their stares burn cold fury into his back.

Then they were left behind – the duel, the instance, on the verge of disappearing into the realm of the past. Over and done with. He didn’t feel anything… no that had been…

Chazz stopped his thoughts short. His teeth grit and ground hard to each other. No. That was just sick. It was fine since they had little stamina and brains… but what if it had been someone else who did have that? Then he might not be feeling that way.

And why? Was he feeling enjoyment? Was that some sick sense of pleasure registering in the backward corners of his brain and body?!

Chazz’s face contorted in a grimace and he spat out again, any lingering traces of bitter clear fluid from any of those stupid boys. His heart was starting faster and he felt the heat of anger and embarrassment at his own reaction course through him.

How was it even possible that he had even ‘vaguely’ or ‘slightly’ or gained any miniscule amount of enjoyment from that… that sick – disgusting course of action!

Frustration boiled beneath his skin, and somehow he found his steps growing hurried carrying him outside and further away from people – as far as his feet could take him. Stopping only at the edge of the forest the cliffs overlooking the open ocean.

It was only as far as a person could run on such a small island. But it wasn’t far enough – he was still thinking about it. It was a terrifying concept. He couldn’t like it. He could’t! It didn’t even feel good! Not with anyone but Sartorius anyway!!

“Chazz? Hey!”

Furied eyes turned in haphazard anger and inward commotion to face sunset eyes and a crimson guise. Not this idiot again!

“Jaden.” Chazz’s voice hissed, still agitated from moments earlier. He cursed to himself at his rotten luck – what was the slacker doing out here anyway! “What are you doing here?!”

The idiot just grinned, “Well my dorm’s near here, you know.” He shrugged, “I was just going to go fishing for a while.” He pointed to the pole he’d brought with him, then paused, “You okay? You don’t look so hot.”

Chazz cursed him – Chazz Princeton was always attractive at any point in time if only because he was Chazz Princeton! There would be no question as to that! “I’m fine! Mind your own business, slacker!”

“Okay,” Jaden affirmed, moving easily to the edge of the cliff sitting down at the edge and threading the lure before casting off to the water. Storm grey eyes watching the action, tanned fingers dexterously working with the thread, hook, and lure.

Chazz hadn’t moved away, so apparently the slacker had translated that as the other being in the mood to talk. “I did pretty good on that paper you helped me with by the way! I really owe you one!” he was still grinning, in his voice and demeanor, glancing back over his shoulder at the other.

The raven-haired youth just scowled back at him, still not moving, as if lingering between two actions. One was to go back to the dorm and the whispers and the cursed existence those idiots had made an eternal headache. The other was to stay here… where this idiot was.

“You don’t have to just stand there,” Jaden was grinning again, looking back at Chazz, “Have a seat – it’s actually pretty comfy right around here.”

Again the storm eyed youth hesitated, but only for a moment before stepping to the edge and seating himself a suitable distance between him and the slacker. Any closer and his deficient brain cells would rub off on Chazz!

There was a short breeze coming in off the water, and Jaden had to cast again when the lure drifted too close to shore. “They’re talking about it more,” Jaden started suddenly, “in class and so on.”

“I think Michiru mentioned it, and so did Jasmina though Alexis kept her quiet at her table. Lot of the guys talk too – like Takeshi and Makoto.”

Chazz already knew what he was talking about. But if Jaden knew then couldn’t he just get it over with and just stay away or something?! “So what? Do I care? If you’re so worried about it, just keep your distance!”

“Oh I don’t really talk to those guys a lot anyway – I tried asking though, and they just laughed,” Jaden assured him, missing what Chazzz had meant completely. Chazz really just wanted to smack him!

“Alexis told me not to ask and Syrus and Hassleberry just handed me a dictionary.” Jaden went on, “I couldn’t get through it though – the words are way too small, so I guess I never figured it out.”

“What?!” Chazz snapped – having enough of this idiot’s blather! Wasn’t fishing all about staying quiet and sitting somewhere quiet?! The point which was ruined by this stupid slacker talking so much!

“Ah, the word that everyone keeps saying and Alexis doesn’t like,” Jaden shrugged, apparently the girl had convinced him that saying it had become taboo, and she wouldn’t talk to him if he ever said it again. What a horror!

Chazz smirked slightly at the slifer red’s total stupidity – didn’t even have the patience to look it up in a dictionary! Hah!

Still, it was nice to be near another person without their eyes boring into him, or whispers dashing behind his back or intentionally just within earshot. Stupid slifer.

Jaden cast the line again, and stormy eyes glanced back at him, sunset eyes focused out at the line. Smiling stupidly as usual. But he had a kind mouth, lips that never twisted in some distorted and malicious way.

Everything the idiot felt showing too clearly on his stupid sun-kissed face. Chazz looked away, not letting his eyes linger too long. It was enough, and it wasn’t even necessary. Just nice – someone other than Sartorius who wasn’t quietly cursing him in their minds.

It seemed impossible that Jaden could hate anyone, but then logically it was possible, likely, just not that he himself had ever witnessed. Jaden, angry, or with eyes full of hate… he couldn’t even imagine it. But such a thing would be terrifying.

“Chazz, hello?”

“What, slacker?”

“I just asked how you were doing so far, classes and so on,” honest inquiry, honesty words, honest concern, stupid slifer, “those guys before give you trouble?”

Chazz almost laughed. Oh yes, those were the boys from before weren’t they? Giving him trouble? Hah! Chazz had allowed them to cause him trouble!! How had he managed to lose that duel in the first place?!!

No!! It was over. It was done with. Never to be thought of again. “I’m fine, so stop asking.”

Jaden shrugged, “Okay.” Still grinning, still completely peaceful, focused back out at the line as he cast it out again.

“I don’t suppose I can ask you again?”

“About what?” Chazz snapped, irritated, though he really wasn’t.

“Well I still don’t get what a ‘slut’ is.” Jaden very nearly frowned, but it came out more as a pout, “If it applies to you I can’t think there’s anything wrong with it…”

Stupid. Slifer. Slacker. Idiot.

Slut. How would anyone explain that concept to one as childish as Jaden? “It means someone who is a bad person,” and Chazz was bad, the things he’d done with Sartorius even, and then with those idiots earlier; “and does bad things.”

Jaden just grinned, “Well that’s silly – that means it can’t apply to you.”

“Apparently it can and does.” Chazz bit out, having enough of this silly conversation, but not yet willing to head back to the dorms and brave the whispers and looks and general misery that those fools had chose to shove on him. “So just drop it, idiot!”

“Alright, alright,” Jaden agreed, still a grinning idiot; and cast the line again, checking the lure – a few nibbles, but no bite. “But Chazz,”

The paler youth could have glared - “What?”

“I don’t think you’re a bad person.”

Then there was silence. Because Chazz had nothing he could say to that.

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