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Night Walk
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,979
Reviews:
40
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Hush
Night Walk
Summary: *shrugs* Read it and See
Disclaimer: I don’t own YGO.
Warning:None
Author’s Note: icestar Are you for real? I got them off google! ;_; Sorry if I offended your Aussie sensibilities….
Hush
Varon winced as light came through the curtains.
Fuck! Moi ‘ead! God Oi’ll nevva drink so much again…an’ Jou took moi boike…bastard…
He covered his head with his pillow and let out a whimper.
Fuck you Mai…an’ yer new boyfriend…
****
Jou was relieved when he got off around 4:30. He could take an hour nap then get up and go to his next job.
He threw his pack over his shoulder and went outside the café and got on Varon’s bike. He’d take the motorcycle back later when he got off later on to night.
When he arrived at the penthouse where he stayed with Ryou, the white haired boy was waiting for him.
“”Ey Ryou…” he said in English, putting his vest on the coat rack. “I’m goin’ t’ sleep.”
“Can I…talk with you first? For a bit? I want to apologize for yesterday. I should have never said those things.”
Jou ruffled his own hair. “Not aloud, no. Look, whatever okay? I’ll stay outta your hair.” He left the hikari then to go to his room where Akefia seemed to be having great fun ripping the arms off the stuffed toy.
“Scat!”
He shooed the cat away and took off his pants, shrugging down into the covers and closing his eyes after he set the alarm.
Too soon the alarm was buzzing and Jou left his bed to do a quick face wash then go off to his next job. He was never going out that late with Varon again!
As he left through the living room, he heard moans from the bedroom and figured Dartz had gotten off early.
****
Varon waltzed into the Mariposa, a classy uptown casino where the winners were rare and the spenders were big. He made a beeline for the big haired blond taking a smoke break near the bar. She was chatting up a jerk in a white suit, flashing her movie star smile.
“Hey Mai!”
The blond turned around and paled temporarily. “Varon. What are you doing here?”
“Oh…nothin’ much ‘cept getting’ back what’s moine!” He reached for her hand and kissed it delicately, kissing her cheek.
“Oi loved you…” he whispered, slipping off the ring. “And you betrayed me. Good bye sweet ‘eart.”
He put the ring in his pocket and walked away, not bothering to see the embarrassed and confused look on Mai’s face.
When he was outside and far away from the casino, he went to a pawn shop and got a hefty sum for the previously stolen ring. He pocketed it and took the bus back to his neighborhood.
He checked his watch. It was almost eleven at night. He’d been sleeping off his booze all day! And nearly all night!”
The brunette sighed and ran his hand through his chunky spikes. He heard a roar and stopped before he got run over. He saw a flash of gold and white and then it was gone.
Marik and Bakura?! Couldn’t be…not ovva ‘ere, roight?
He started walking again but stopped and turned as he heard the purr of a bike creeping up on him. It was Malik and a dazed looking Ryou.
“Varon!” Ryou leaned and looked at the Aussie. “Hey! Hey…”
He seemed out of breath and laughed when he finally caught it. “Can you –uh –keep it to yourself that you –”
Malik began to laugh again and cursed as something dropped to the ground. He leaned and scooped up the millennium rod, grinning like a loon.
Ryou giggled and Varon shook his head, noticing the millennium ring.
“Wot evva you two…just stay outta moi turf!”
“Will do!” Malik snorted and started up the bike again. Ryou giving a yelp as they tore off into the night.
Oi really hope that Marik doesn’t come lookin’ at me if that boike gets trashed…
He laughed then softly, remembering his days of mischief. Those boys were still young.
Maybe Mai was right. Maybe he did need a job.
****
Jou got off and when he got home and had a shower, he really didn’t feel like returning Varon’s bike then catching the bus home, but he had to. He put on worn shirt number five, his long sleeve white shirt with blue stripe and rolled up the sleeve, pulling on black shorts.
Varon had better appreciate this…
In no time at all he was at the Aussie’s apartment. He parked the bike in the usual place and went up to his apartment, knocking three times.
Varon answered shirtless, a cigarette in his lips. “”ello.”
“Hey. I brought back your bike.”
“Choppa, motorcoicle. If Oi ‘ad a boike Oi could steal anotha.” He blew smoke away from Jou’s face and nodded up to him. “Off work?”
“Yeah…I was so flatline man…I can’t go out like that again.”
“Sorry. Ya mad about me getting’ drunk?”
“Well shit V, the booze didn’t even hit ya till we got ya home! Then ya just go weird!”
Varon nodded, taking another drag. “Oi do anythin’ bad?”
“Nah, y’just wasn’t ya self.”
The tanned Aussie pushed his door open wider and beckoned Jou inside. “Can Oi talk wif you? Out on the ah…what evva that looks loike out there.”
“Balcony?” Jou grinned and came in, Varon laughing and shutting the door.
“Oi know wot it is…”
They both went out there and sat down. Varon had some cushions out there and Jou looked at the sky.
“You smoke out here?”
“’Ow kin ya tell?”
Jou laughed, ruffling his own blond hair. “Shit I’m tired…”
“Oi got the ring from Mai.”
“And?”
“Pawned it. Oi’m rich!”
Varon laughed and took another drag. He offered it to Jou and the boy took it.
“I’m tryin’ t’ quit.”
The brunette chuckled, leaning against the door frame and sighing. “She was cheatin’ on me…”
“Y’told me that last night. Ya gonna be okay?”
He shrugged and rubbed his neck. “Who knows…Saw yer land lord tonoight…out roidin’ wif Marik’s good soide.”
“hn.”
Varon reached for the cigarette, taking it from Jou’s hand, watching the boy’s eyes as he took a drag. Jou watched him and took the cigarette back, doing the same.
“Y’got somethin’ you wanna say V?”
“Oi dunno. Y’lookin’ dat way’s got me thinkin’.”
Jou gave a short laugh, then looked away, voice hard. “Well, I ain’t free, even for friends.”
“Hey! Oi wasn’t thinkin’ loike that!”
“Yeah, then why do ya got a fuckin’ hard on?”
“…was thinkin’ a Mai…sorry…” Varon got up and went back inside.
Jou looked up at the sky and swallowed, tears coming to the corner of his eyes. I’m not even good at that anymore…Honda…hiroto...couldn’t we just have pretended for a while longer while my heart healed over Seto? I got nothin’ now…
He finished the cigarette and tossed the butt over the side, his near tears gone. He stared at the twinkling sky.
“yeah right…summer time tragic more like it…”
The blond laughed at his own joke and went back inside, only to be faced with Varon. The brunette looked right at him and Jou felt nervous but went forward anyway, tossing the money out and away of Varon’s reach.
“ferget it…alright…I know you miss her…just…lay on the futon…it’ll be better.”
“Jou Oi…”
“Look, whatever…”
By corner lamp he rose Varon’s passion to a fevered pitch, occasionally gazing up at the Aussie to see that his eyes were closed, his mouth half open in lustful promises, pleas and moans unvoiced.
His shadow moved up and down, up and down while the other writhed and twisted into shapes along the wall until finally it stiffened and lay dead.
From practice, from force, he swallowed and turned away as Varon pulled up his pants.
“Jou…”
“See ya ‘round…”
The blond left, closing the door firmly and making his way out into the night. He walked the way to the bus stop and made his way home, Ryou and Malik in a sleeping heap in front of the large plasma screen, asleep.
He waited until he was in the shower with the water running full blast to break down, his sobs unheard in the silent night.
****
Varon stood at his balcony, leaning over, a cigarette between his lips again. He took a drag and stared down at the empty street, then again at the sky.
He blew hurried smoke and took another drag, not knowing what was going on. His boxers were tented and his loins ached with desire.
Blond designs flitted across his mind and they grew faster and feverish until wetness dawned in his shorts unbidden.
He continued to smoke, trying to bury the truth in his mind even as it resurfaced again in again.
What going on….what the fuck is goin’ on….
He glanced at his futon, knowing only moments before…
He grew hard again and growled, knowing what it was, knowing what it meant and knowing that some part of him had already accepted. He knew he did things drunk that he wanted to do sober.
Get it together Varon! A kiss means nothin’! An’ he did it…because ya miss Mai!
“Oi miss Mai damn it!” he grabbed himself, sitting on the futon and did his damndest, but the images of ample bosom and pink divide did nothing for him; But blond did. And as he fantasized it changed into one person as he plowed in and out, groaning his need.
“Jou!” he whispered harshly, coming over his hands.
He caught his breath and wiped his hands on tissue on shit and flung them away.
No! It can’t be! It won’t be! Jou?
He stared at the floor, his lamp casting his image dual on the same wall.
Jou…
****
*Courtesy of Da Pump
*Oh, I just, this was good. I like it. Now, if ya’ll don’t read one One Shot, how do I know you’ll read the others? *sighs* I guess I’ll have to keep Ryou and Malik’s little adventure all to myself then….
*^w^ Goodmorning! This fic was done at 3:45 am!
Summary: *shrugs* Read it and See
Disclaimer: I don’t own YGO.
Warning:None
Author’s Note: icestar Are you for real? I got them off google! ;_; Sorry if I offended your Aussie sensibilities….
Hush
Varon winced as light came through the curtains.
Fuck! Moi ‘ead! God Oi’ll nevva drink so much again…an’ Jou took moi boike…bastard…
He covered his head with his pillow and let out a whimper.
Fuck you Mai…an’ yer new boyfriend…
****
Jou was relieved when he got off around 4:30. He could take an hour nap then get up and go to his next job.
He threw his pack over his shoulder and went outside the café and got on Varon’s bike. He’d take the motorcycle back later when he got off later on to night.
When he arrived at the penthouse where he stayed with Ryou, the white haired boy was waiting for him.
“”Ey Ryou…” he said in English, putting his vest on the coat rack. “I’m goin’ t’ sleep.”
“Can I…talk with you first? For a bit? I want to apologize for yesterday. I should have never said those things.”
Jou ruffled his own hair. “Not aloud, no. Look, whatever okay? I’ll stay outta your hair.” He left the hikari then to go to his room where Akefia seemed to be having great fun ripping the arms off the stuffed toy.
“Scat!”
He shooed the cat away and took off his pants, shrugging down into the covers and closing his eyes after he set the alarm.
Too soon the alarm was buzzing and Jou left his bed to do a quick face wash then go off to his next job. He was never going out that late with Varon again!
As he left through the living room, he heard moans from the bedroom and figured Dartz had gotten off early.
****
Varon waltzed into the Mariposa, a classy uptown casino where the winners were rare and the spenders were big. He made a beeline for the big haired blond taking a smoke break near the bar. She was chatting up a jerk in a white suit, flashing her movie star smile.
“Hey Mai!”
The blond turned around and paled temporarily. “Varon. What are you doing here?”
“Oh…nothin’ much ‘cept getting’ back what’s moine!” He reached for her hand and kissed it delicately, kissing her cheek.
“Oi loved you…” he whispered, slipping off the ring. “And you betrayed me. Good bye sweet ‘eart.”
He put the ring in his pocket and walked away, not bothering to see the embarrassed and confused look on Mai’s face.
When he was outside and far away from the casino, he went to a pawn shop and got a hefty sum for the previously stolen ring. He pocketed it and took the bus back to his neighborhood.
He checked his watch. It was almost eleven at night. He’d been sleeping off his booze all day! And nearly all night!”
The brunette sighed and ran his hand through his chunky spikes. He heard a roar and stopped before he got run over. He saw a flash of gold and white and then it was gone.
Marik and Bakura?! Couldn’t be…not ovva ‘ere, roight?
He started walking again but stopped and turned as he heard the purr of a bike creeping up on him. It was Malik and a dazed looking Ryou.
“Varon!” Ryou leaned and looked at the Aussie. “Hey! Hey…”
He seemed out of breath and laughed when he finally caught it. “Can you –uh –keep it to yourself that you –”
Malik began to laugh again and cursed as something dropped to the ground. He leaned and scooped up the millennium rod, grinning like a loon.
Ryou giggled and Varon shook his head, noticing the millennium ring.
“Wot evva you two…just stay outta moi turf!”
“Will do!” Malik snorted and started up the bike again. Ryou giving a yelp as they tore off into the night.
Oi really hope that Marik doesn’t come lookin’ at me if that boike gets trashed…
He laughed then softly, remembering his days of mischief. Those boys were still young.
Maybe Mai was right. Maybe he did need a job.
****
Jou got off and when he got home and had a shower, he really didn’t feel like returning Varon’s bike then catching the bus home, but he had to. He put on worn shirt number five, his long sleeve white shirt with blue stripe and rolled up the sleeve, pulling on black shorts.
Varon had better appreciate this…
In no time at all he was at the Aussie’s apartment. He parked the bike in the usual place and went up to his apartment, knocking three times.
Varon answered shirtless, a cigarette in his lips. “”ello.”
“Hey. I brought back your bike.”
“Choppa, motorcoicle. If Oi ‘ad a boike Oi could steal anotha.” He blew smoke away from Jou’s face and nodded up to him. “Off work?”
“Yeah…I was so flatline man…I can’t go out like that again.”
“Sorry. Ya mad about me getting’ drunk?”
“Well shit V, the booze didn’t even hit ya till we got ya home! Then ya just go weird!”
Varon nodded, taking another drag. “Oi do anythin’ bad?”
“Nah, y’just wasn’t ya self.”
The tanned Aussie pushed his door open wider and beckoned Jou inside. “Can Oi talk wif you? Out on the ah…what evva that looks loike out there.”
“Balcony?” Jou grinned and came in, Varon laughing and shutting the door.
“Oi know wot it is…”
They both went out there and sat down. Varon had some cushions out there and Jou looked at the sky.
“You smoke out here?”
“’Ow kin ya tell?”
Jou laughed, ruffling his own blond hair. “Shit I’m tired…”
“Oi got the ring from Mai.”
“And?”
“Pawned it. Oi’m rich!”
Varon laughed and took another drag. He offered it to Jou and the boy took it.
“I’m tryin’ t’ quit.”
The brunette chuckled, leaning against the door frame and sighing. “She was cheatin’ on me…”
“Y’told me that last night. Ya gonna be okay?”
He shrugged and rubbed his neck. “Who knows…Saw yer land lord tonoight…out roidin’ wif Marik’s good soide.”
“hn.”
Varon reached for the cigarette, taking it from Jou’s hand, watching the boy’s eyes as he took a drag. Jou watched him and took the cigarette back, doing the same.
“Y’got somethin’ you wanna say V?”
“Oi dunno. Y’lookin’ dat way’s got me thinkin’.”
Jou gave a short laugh, then looked away, voice hard. “Well, I ain’t free, even for friends.”
“Hey! Oi wasn’t thinkin’ loike that!”
“Yeah, then why do ya got a fuckin’ hard on?”
“…was thinkin’ a Mai…sorry…” Varon got up and went back inside.
Jou looked up at the sky and swallowed, tears coming to the corner of his eyes. I’m not even good at that anymore…Honda…hiroto...couldn’t we just have pretended for a while longer while my heart healed over Seto? I got nothin’ now…
He finished the cigarette and tossed the butt over the side, his near tears gone. He stared at the twinkling sky.
“yeah right…summer time tragic more like it…”
The blond laughed at his own joke and went back inside, only to be faced with Varon. The brunette looked right at him and Jou felt nervous but went forward anyway, tossing the money out and away of Varon’s reach.
“ferget it…alright…I know you miss her…just…lay on the futon…it’ll be better.”
“Jou Oi…”
“Look, whatever…”
By corner lamp he rose Varon’s passion to a fevered pitch, occasionally gazing up at the Aussie to see that his eyes were closed, his mouth half open in lustful promises, pleas and moans unvoiced.
His shadow moved up and down, up and down while the other writhed and twisted into shapes along the wall until finally it stiffened and lay dead.
From practice, from force, he swallowed and turned away as Varon pulled up his pants.
“Jou…”
“See ya ‘round…”
The blond left, closing the door firmly and making his way out into the night. He walked the way to the bus stop and made his way home, Ryou and Malik in a sleeping heap in front of the large plasma screen, asleep.
He waited until he was in the shower with the water running full blast to break down, his sobs unheard in the silent night.
****
Varon stood at his balcony, leaning over, a cigarette between his lips again. He took a drag and stared down at the empty street, then again at the sky.
He blew hurried smoke and took another drag, not knowing what was going on. His boxers were tented and his loins ached with desire.
Blond designs flitted across his mind and they grew faster and feverish until wetness dawned in his shorts unbidden.
He continued to smoke, trying to bury the truth in his mind even as it resurfaced again in again.
What going on….what the fuck is goin’ on….
He glanced at his futon, knowing only moments before…
He grew hard again and growled, knowing what it was, knowing what it meant and knowing that some part of him had already accepted. He knew he did things drunk that he wanted to do sober.
Get it together Varon! A kiss means nothin’! An’ he did it…because ya miss Mai!
“Oi miss Mai damn it!” he grabbed himself, sitting on the futon and did his damndest, but the images of ample bosom and pink divide did nothing for him; But blond did. And as he fantasized it changed into one person as he plowed in and out, groaning his need.
“Jou!” he whispered harshly, coming over his hands.
He caught his breath and wiped his hands on tissue on shit and flung them away.
No! It can’t be! It won’t be! Jou?
He stared at the floor, his lamp casting his image dual on the same wall.
Jou…
****
*Courtesy of Da Pump
*Oh, I just, this was good. I like it. Now, if ya’ll don’t read one One Shot, how do I know you’ll read the others? *sighs* I guess I’ll have to keep Ryou and Malik’s little adventure all to myself then….
*^w^ Goodmorning! This fic was done at 3:45 am!