A Clash of Conflicting Classes

Hello, all! Thank you for being patient with me!
Disclaimer: See Chap. 1. I did make up Joey's father's name, though.

Ok, this is the big one. Yes, it's time for the very first lemon I have even written . . . feel free to tell me what I'm doing wrong so I can improve, but please don't yell at me! *curls up into little ball* If I get nasty flames I get all depressed . . .

Um, this chappie is rather long. In exchange for making it longer, it will probably take me more time to write the next chappie. I know, I'm sad too, but I can't stop in the middle of this one, and it's a perfect cliffie!

Anyway, time for the thank you's . . .

Thank you for reading my story!

KeiichiKeiichi: Yeah, I don't know why there arn't more Joey/Mai fics around.

Leaf Zelindor: Thank you for reviewing again . . . it's nice to know that someone's waiting for you to update!

REVIEWER #34321: Thanks so much! I will try to!

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“Mai, are you absolutely sure about this?”

Mai glared at Joey. They had gone back to him home and gone quickly to Joey’s room, the boy being unable to talk her out of that decision. Since most of Mai’s luggage was still in her car, she had very little she needed to unpack for the night. They sat next to each other on Joey’s bed, arguing about Mai’s second decision. “Of course, Joey. Why wouldn’t I?”

He sighed. “It’s just . . . I’ve seen a lot of girls after a broken relationship, where they rushed things too quickly.”

“We’re not rushing. We’ve known each other for ages. And I’ve done it before, so I’m not going to lose anything.”

She expected him to be angry at the fact that she’d “done it before”, but he just stared down at the floor. “But, if something happens, then this is still here. A lot of really nice women – pretty, rich, whatever – end up working in joints for the rest of their lives, because they let someone on my level take them –”

Mai’s eyes hardened and her voice returned to the way it sounded all those years ago, in Battle City: confident, demanding, and self-assured. “Katsuya Jonouchi, is this going back to that class thing again?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “Listen to me, Joey.” He raised his head to look at her and show his attention. The confidence in her eyes surprised him. “Other people might care about how rich a person is, but as far as the two of us go, I don’t. Even if I was the princess of the world and you were the beggar orphan, I wouldn’t care, ok? I love you. It took me a while to realize it, but I love you, you idiot, and I’m not going to let the world tell me how to run my private life.”

He stared at her for a minute, blinking, but soon a smile grew on his face. “Now that’s the Mai I know.” He kicked his sneakers off and shifted himself closer to her. “So you’re sure you want to do this?”

“Only if you want to,” she said quietly.

He stared for another long moment before leaning in and wrapping his arms around her again, kissing her fiercely. When they broke the kiss, fire burned in his eyes. “Does that answer your question?” he asked softly.

His only response was Mai flinging her arms around his neck and kicking her own shoes off. They kissed again and again, tongues touching and fighting only for a moment before Joey won and pushed into her mouth, tasting her and making her his. As they kissed, Joey shrugged off his jacket and carefully removed Mai’s. They hardly remembered the next few minutes, but they were left with only undergarments on as Mai leaned back onto the bed.

Joey leaned over her, nipping at the skin around her neck and making his way slowly downward. He removed her bra and began to suck gently on one nipple, twirling his tongue around it and biting gently. Mai gasped, her hands running along Joey’s back and pushing off his boxers as shivers of pure pleasure ran down her spine. As he started on the other nipple, he reached down with one hand and spread her legs gently, massaging the inside of her thigh.

Very, very carefully he pulled off the last remaining article of clothing from her body and placed the tip of his finger on the top of the tiny bulge above her entrance. She gasped again and closed her eyes as he flicked it with his fingernail. He heard her moan his name softly and sped up slightly, his lips now working their way down her abdomen and around her navel.

Mai felt ecstatic. Her two former boyfriends – one before she had met Joey and one after, when shoughought she’d never see him again – had been demanding and harsh, pinning her to the floor or wall or bed and taking what they wanted forcefully. They had called her rude nicknames and made her do what they wanted, putting their own enjoyment before hers, sometimes causing her pain. But Joey was putting no weight on her and certainly wasn’t forcing her into anything.

Joey, on the other hand, felt, above all else, freedom. When he was forced, his father never cared about anything but his own pleasure, and sometimes, the cries of pain acted only to fuel his lust. Now he was with the woman that he loved, and he was in control, to make sure that she felt no pain.

As his finger rubbed her clit, he stretched himself up to meet her lips with his, his tongue exploring her mouth. A second finger brushed tentatively against her entrance, making her inhale sharply and tense underneath him. A flash of worry crossed his face – he had only once slept with a woman before this – but she smiled and kissed his nose gently, signaling him to go on. He placed his hands underneath her back and put his weight there, so he wouldn’t hurt her. She felt his length rub up against her thigh and her breathing sped up, short gasps clearly audible in the quite room. She clutched him tightly. “Please, Joey. I need you, now.”
His eyes widened slightly but he nodded, spreading her legs wider and positioning himself. He kept his eyes locked on her face as he began to thrust, slow and shallow at first, keeping a firm control on himself. Only sheer willpower kept him from slamming her into the mattress at the first thrust. As he saw no trace of pain on her face, he sped up slightly, going in deeper. By now Mai was moaning into his ear, repeating his name over and over in a tone that somehow made him even harder than he already was.

Complying with Mai’s whispered requests, he sped up gradually and pushed farther with each thrust until he was buried up to the hilt. Feeling that he couldn’t go any father in, he pumped faster, trying to restrain himself from simply going wild. Mai moaned and gasped, her pleas growing louder and louder.

Joey couldn’t hold back anymore, but pounded into her, bouncing on the bed. The sound of skin hitting skin echoed in the room, mixing with their heavy breaths and moans of pleasure. When he realized that neither of them could hold on much longer, he leaned in and caught Mai in a deep kiss, pushing his tongue into her throat. Their screams of joy at their releases were muffled by each other’s lips, something they were very grateful for when they realized how many people they would have woken up at such a late hour.

Joey collapsed next to Mai, still hugging her, his back facing the door. He pulled out of her carefully and felt her snuggle into his arms before she drifted off into sleep. For a moment, he simply watched her sleep. Her eyes were closed, long lashes lying against her cheeks, her mouth slightly open, breathing calming until it fell into a slow, normal pattern. He smiled, his eyes closing as he relaxed and thanked whatever gods were out there for the events of the day. He soon joined his lover in peaceful dreaming.


And so it was that Joey’s father, Sekonoui Jonouchi, found the two asleep in Joey’s bed the following morning.


Joey pushed Mai back towards the wall and stood protectively in front of the bed as Sekonoui – or Seki, as his drinking buddies called him – let out a wave of swearing. The basic gist of the message was, “How dare you bring a girl in here! You’re mine!”

Mai cringed at the sight and sound of the man. So this, she thought, is what Joey has to put up with every day . . . please, Joey, don’t get hurt . . .

Joey, meanwhile, was yelling back. Once again, Mai decided to block out the swearing and hear only the actual message, which was, “She didn’t do anything wrong! Leave her alone!” Mai quickly began to slip some of her clothes back on, enough that she could make a run for it if they needed to.

Seki growled and lumbered into the small room. Grabbing Joey by the arm, he tried to throw him into the living room, but Joey clung to him, trying desperately to stop him father from getting to Mai. She was dressed by now and was shrinking back against the wall. She had the small can of mace in her bag that she had asked Joey to get her last night, but her bag was currently on the other side of the room, and she knew that she couldn’t get past the drunk.

A sudden flash of red brought a cry to Mai’s lips, and she saw glass fall to the floor. It took a moment for her to register that the beer bottle had been brought down onto Joey’s head, knocking him out and forming cuts in his scalp. Throwing his son to the ground, Seki pulled his belt off and brought it down on Joey’s back with a resounding crack.

Mai had by now tuned out to curse words entirely, so she heard Seki say, “Don’t you ever try to stop me again, cause I can do whatever I want in this house, you understand that?” The belt whipped up and down onto the still boy beneath him, drawing blood from old scars. But none of Seki’s previous punishments even came close the drunken rage that he poured into this beating.

Terror broke over her and she suddenly started breathing again, rage filling her slowly. Joey was getting beaten to a pulp and she was standing here, just watching it happen. Gritting her teeth, she lunged forward and caught the end of the belt, pulling it out of the man’s grip and throwing it away. Leaning down, she carefully turned Joey over onto his back. His eyes were closed, and his blond hair was now matted with blood seeping from the cuts made by the broken glass. As she held him, she felt more blood dripping down his back from the cuts made by the heavy metal buckle of the belt, and the belt itself. Forcing herself not to be sick, she shook him gently, running her hand down his face. “Joey, Joey, please wake up, please . . .”

She felt a strong hand grasp her arm in a bruising grip that tore her away from the unconscious boy. Seki slammed her against the wall and pinned her there roughly, one hand holding her wrists above her head, his knees digging into her thighs. She heard his words clearly now, without the filtering of curses.

“Little bastard has class, fucking a whore like you. Son of a bitch fucks anything with tits.” He put his free hand under her chin and forced it up, a cruel and slightly lopsided smirk on his face.

Mai was startled. The man was obviously more sober than she’d thought, or he kept a good head under drinks. She struggled uselessly to keep her head down. Seki’s hand under her chin reminded her of Marik’s, with its desire to cause pain. But where Marik had been cold and uncaring, this man was lusty and drunk, and wanted to bring himself pleasure more than he wanted her to scream and cry. Over and over in her mind his words rang. No, she couldn’t believe it, Joey would never hurt anyone, Joey was hers and hers alone, and he wouldn't hurt anyone . . .

She heard his voice again, hoarse and low. “Why’d you let that little street rat rape you? You’ll have much more fun with me.”

Mai’s eyes shot wide open. How dare he suggest that! How dare he even think for one moment that Joey had taken advantage of her! She had had to persuade him in the first place, and he had been so gentle, so kind to her. It was a crime to even hint that Joey had done anything to her that she hadn’t wanted him to do. Her momentary doubt blew away. Turning her head slightly, she saw Joey, still lying on the floor. He was there because he had tried to protect her, just as he always was there for her, even all the way back in Battle City. She wouldn’t give up now. She gave it one last, desperate chance. “Joey!” he voice almost crackled in her scream.

The older man’s hand slapped her across the cheek, twisting her head around. But she had seen Joey move, she was sure of that. Struggling and twisting, she felt her jacket being pulled off and thrown to the floor. Turning her neck, she bit down hard on his hand, kicking out with her foot, catching him off balance . . .

His eyes suddenly widened, his grip slackened, and he stumbled away from her. Mai stared as blood began to trickle form around the edges of the piece of glass that had appeared in his shirt. As he fell backwards, she turned to see Joey leaning against the wall, his hand bleeding from where he had held the sharp fragment. His eyes met hers in an unreadable glance, and he stumbled, falling onto her. Mai reached out quickly and held her lover carefully as his eyes slowly closed again and he went limp.

“No . . . Joey, no, don’t leave, stay here with me, Joey, wake up, please, wake up . . .” her pleas and sobs filled the suddenly still room, tears falling onto his chest. Laying him carefully back down onto the floor, she searched the room frantically for a phone, finally locating one in the kitchen. She dialed the emergency number and waited fearfully.

Someone finally picked up. “Please, help me, I’m with two other people, I think they might be dead . . .”

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Now that's what I call a cliffie! Thanks for reading, please review!!!