Homelife

A/N: Wow! I'm out of control here! Two chapters in one night, three in the past two days?? I just seem to know what to say these past two nights...it's been great!
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WARNINGS: I hate spoiling things, but this chapter is much more graphic than in the past and if you have problems with my subject matter I suggest not reading, or to edit what you read. I'll place this before and after the bad part: #######
so if it upsets you, skip it!!


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HOMELIFE PART 6
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There was bright light coming in through the window when I woke up next, enough so that it stung my eyes. I through my hand over my face and turned from the window. From the small space beneath my elbow I could make out that someone was sitting in the chair next to the bed. I blinked sleepily and wiped my eyes with my arm, then sat up to greet my visitor. My eyes went wide with surprise. It had been four days since I'd first woken up and finally my father had come back to see me. His head was slumped down so that his chin was on his chest and he looked unshaven. His long legs were thrust out in front of him with his hands resting on his thighs. His clothing looked rumpled and unwashed. Considering I did the laundry at home it was likely.

"Daddy?" I asked softly, reaching out to shake his shoulder gently. He snorted once before his eyes fluttered open and he looked at me, his eyes were cloudy and confused.

"Wha--where are..." he blinked, coming back awake fully. "Katsuya!" he exclaimed, a smile spreading across his face. He got up and hugged me tightly. He smelled definitely unwashed and his cheek was rough with at least a day's worth of stubble. I could also see his eyes were rimmed in red and bloodshot. He'd been drinking. Hell, he was probably still drunk. When he spoke his breath reeked of liquor.


"Hey Daddy," I yawned and stretched out the kinks in my back. "I was waiting for you to come."

He grumbled and a sour look crossed his face. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that. That dumb kid with the pointy hair was hanging around whenever I came by. The doctors said if we fought again we'd get kicked out. I wouldn't care if that brat couldn't see you, but I needed to."

"C'mon Dad, he's my best friend, you could try to get along."

"Damn kid didn't want to shut up. He wouldn't leave me alone." his eyes were dark and angry and I could feel him cast a suspicious glance at me.

I sighed. "Whatever. I'm just glad you came, okay?"
He smiled again, his hand engulfing mine. "But guess what m'boy? You can come home today!"

That perked me up instantly. "I get out of this hell hole? That calls for a celebration!" I buzzed my nurse and a moment later she came bustling down the hall.

"Jounouchi-kun?" she peeked her head curiously in the door. "Is something wrong?"

"Yes, we're gonna have to say goodbye now dear nurse." I said dramatically and grinned at her. "I don't know what I'll do without you waiting on me hand and foot. I don't suppose you'll get us a coke for old times sake?"

She threw up her hands in mock outrage then turned and walked down the hall. She reappeared a moment later with two cans of pop, one she handed to me and the other to my father. "He's been an absolute joy." she told him sarcastically.

"I know you love me." I teased and fished two dollars from the night table to pay her for the pop.

"Naw, kid. It's on me...Just this once though, 'cause if you get sick on purpose just to have me raid the vending machines for you I'm so gonna give you a suppository."

I blinked. "Yes ma'am." I saluted her. She giggled and walked out with a wave.

"It seems you're the popular one." my dad chuckled.

"Y'know, just that ol' Jounouchi charm. Somewhat less reliable than the luck, but I'm pretty damn irresistible just on my own."

He laughed. "Sounds right to me boy. Now let's get you dressed and back home where you belong."

I nodded and pushed the covers off gratefully, glad to be free of my sterile cotton prison for the last time. I'd thankful been allowed to wear my own pajamas for the last two days, so I didn't have to guard against up-skirt chills. Why the hell can't a manufacturer just come out with hospital-gown boxers or pants or something. Damn breezy things.

My dad closed the door and the blinds on the curtains and sat down in the chair again facing me. I could feel my cheeks blush but I pretended not to notice as I shed the pajama top and rustled around in my bag for a t-shirt. I could feel his eyes on my back, tracing along the edge of my spine almost tangibly. It was uncomfortable to think he was still up for this sort of thing in a public place, especially considering I was sick. Or I had been sick. Whatever.

I grabbed a light blue shirt from the bottom of the bag, tucked away under all my pjs for when I could finally come home. I'm still not certain who brought me the bag, but I assume my father since no of my friends ever come to my home. I stuck one arm in the hole and was about to shrug the rest of the way in my shirt when I could feel his hands running up my sides.

"Please not now." I whispered in hushed tones, my head darting around nervously. "Anyone could come in."

He laughed quietly and buried his face in the crook of my neck. His tongue darted out to draw line of wet heat along my shoulder, nipping at my flesh. My skin prickled in goosebumps and I tried to pull away, he grabbed me firmly around the waist and pulled me in close to him.
"I've missed you, Katsuya-chan."

I swallowed dryly, a lump forming in my throat. He only used my pet name when he wanted something. Of all places and times he wanted it here in the hospital?? His hands kneaded along my ribcage, plying the tender flesh there. I ached all over from the different drugs and minor surgeries I'd endured, but it seemed meaningless to him.

"If I'm paying for this damned room I at least plan on getting my money's worth." his voice resonated deep and husky in the the stillness, quiet and dangerous. I knew that tone too well, and it brooked nsobesobedience. I was too weak still to fight back if I'd wanted to.

"Just--Just be quick, okay?" I begged, letting my shirt drop back to the floor.

"Patience, Katsuya-chan. You can't just rush these things. Celebrations take time and preparation." His hands dipped lower to the band of my pajama pants and ease them down my thighs. His mouth worked on my ear and he held me close to him, my back pressed firmly against his chest. My heart was fluttering uncomfortably and there was a small pang in my stomach. Whether it was my ulcer or nerves, I couldn't be sure.

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"Katsu--" he mumbled into my skin, pulling me around to face him. His eyes were heavy lidded and clouded by lust, hot and searing inside. His lips pressed firmly against my own, his tongue dancing out to beg entrance. I allowed him in with out struggle, trying to hasten his needs along before someone came by and came upon us like this. I kissed him back with as much feeling as I could muster and draped my arms over his shoulders. He pushed me back so that I was sitting on the edge of the bed, with him standing between my knees, bent over me. He slowly undid the buttons on his shirt and pulled it off, letting it join my tee on the floor.

He slid his belt off and stepped out his pants in one movement before returning his attentions to me. I sat before him in just my boxers waiting to see what he planned next. His wants changed with his mood and I couldn't be sure what exactly he was expect of me.
He came at the bed and cocked one leg up to rest his knee beside me. His hands twined in my hair and he pull my face up to meet his in a long kiss. His tongue entered my mouth again and wrestled with my own. I obliged to his desires and went along with his game, if no willingly perhaps, then at lewithwithout protest.

He broke away and stared down at me for long moments, just gazing into my eyes, hands still stroking my hair. "You're so beautiful, my little Katsuya-chan."

I blushed and ducked my head away from those eyes gratefully, glad for any reason to have an excuse not to look at him. He appreciated my coquettish behaviour and laughed softly before he settled back into the chair. He waved his hand for me to come and he knelt me between his legs. He was already fully aroused and his withdrew from his boxer and guided my face to meet his erection. I wrapped my mouth around him and took him in as deeply as I could, my tongue running teasingly across the warm flesh. I worked him to the best of my abilities, having long ago learned what brought him to climax as quickly as possible. At the last moment he pushed my head down into him and I nearly choked from the surprise. I drew away and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

He chuckled at me with half-closed eyes, his breathing deep and ragged. "You're out of practice."

I blinked. "It's only been four days." I objected.

"It'll take awhile to get you back into the proper rhythm of things."

I didn't like the sound of that but didn't bother to protest again and make him all the more upset and possibly harsh with me. I simply nodded and stood back up. He looked disapprovingly at my boxers and the fact that I wasn't aroused yet. I rarely responded now to his entertainments without direct coaxing, a thought I wasn't relishing. "Sorry," I apologized quickly. "I guess I just have a thing against public places. TO nervous to be excited." He clucked his tongue at me and stared me down. "I can try harder if you want." I mumbled in embarrassment.

"Good idea."

I cast another look to the door, still dreading the idea of someone coming in and seeing us like this. All my worst nightmares would come true without the need of Honda interfering. I quickly pushed thoughts of my friends out of my head, such things were more than a little unwelcome at a time like this. I slipped off my boxers and sat back on my bed, facing my father who was watching me with intent eyes.

I shut my eyes against him and tried to concentrate on the things most young men would when engaged in this sort of thing. I thought about the various porn magazines stashed under my bed and the fuzzy cable shit I found occasionally late at night. I worked my hand slowly along my cock, willing myself to get hard if only so I'd please him and get this over so I could go home. It had begun to take longer and longer to become aroused ever since Daddy introduced me to his favourite form of entertainment. As my hand glided slowly over my erection he joined me on the bed and kissed me deeply, his tongue forcing past my lips and licking along the roof of my mouth. I nearly choked again and he grunted in irritation. I worked harder to try and keep calm and please him but pain was now building up steadily in my stomach and the jolts were coursing up through me.

"Daddy!--" I gasped suddenly as pain rocked through me. "I think we have to stop!"

He pushed me backwards harshly and spread my legs apart, his yes were hot and his mouth twisted into a sneer. He entered me with one harsh thrust and as I almost screamed he put one hand heavily across my mouth. I thrashed under him as he pushed into me, but he wouldn't stop. It felt like my insides were tearing and my vision was cloudy around the edges. I was panting and my heart pounding as he grunted once loudly before slumping over top of me.

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"Please! Please get off!" I whispered urgently, trying to push him away, but my arms felt weak and numb. "Get off!"

"Wha--Katsuya..." he grumbled, his senses starting to get back to normal again. He looked down at me coldly now, the warmth of his lust complete bleeded out now. "Quit bellyaching and lemme alone."

He pulled out of me and spun over to lay beside me on the bed, both our legs hanging off the edge. The pain was still quaking up through me and I could feel my stomach become unstable. I jumped off the bed and scooted to my bathroom with rubbery legs, barely managing to reach the toilet bowl in time. I managed to lose my lunch and likely everything else I'd eaten over the past week before my stomach felt done. To my dismay as I wiped my chin with my hand it came away stained red. "Shit." I whimpered and pulled my knees up to my chest. "Shit, shit, shit."

My father was there now, standing in the door frame, looming darkly over me. "What is it?"

"I wasn't ready yet--" I moaned. "I'm still sick."

"It's just an ulcer boy, get over it."

Shizuka's words came back to me. "She said if it wasn't taken care of properly an ulcer could kill you!"

"She? She who."

I clapped a hand over my mouth in a lame futile gesture. It was a little late for that. "Shizuka...she came to see me day before yesterday."

"Your mother never mentioned she was coming." he said quietly, his voice laced with anger.

"Not mom, just Shizuka. My friends brought her."

He grunted and tossed my shirt and jeans at me. "Whatever. Get dressed so we can go."

I blinked dumbly and look up at him with my mouth gaping. "I'm sick," I muttered timidly.

"Dress, now." he ordered coldly and walked back into the room, pulling his shirt up over his arms and buttoning it again. "I'll be in the car." He opened the door and walked out without looking back before closing me back in alone.

I wanted to just give up and cry, but he'd come back in shortly if I didn't come down and then there'd be hell to pay. When drunk his moods flashed back and forth so suddenly, and usually violently, it was impossible to predict his reactions. Twenty minutes ago he'd been horny as hell and now he was ready to tear my head off.

I struggled to my feet and began to pull on my clothing, sweating with the exertion and pain as I curse out every swear word I knew. I managed to pull my pants on and get them buckled before I fell back to the floor. My hand fell in something wet and I wasn't surprised to find I was bleeding out across the white tile floor. I swore some more and tried to pull my shaking body up of the floor using the sink as an aid.

I stood up slowly and bent over the sink for long minutes, afraid I was going to be sick again ever though I was pretty sure there wasn't any food left in me.
My door flung open suddenly and I stumbled backwards, slipping in my own blood. I came down sharply on my tail bone and howled reflexively. The large shadow in my door came closer and I backed away from it, my eyes darting back and forth, already knowing I was trapped in the limited space of a hospital bathroom.

I ducked my head and waited for the inevitable blows to fall. The light flicked on and I closed my eyes.

"Jounouchi?...Oh god..."

My head whipped up and I was staring into Honda's horrified eyes. In one hand he was carrying a card and a small stuffed animal of undetermined species. His head turned and he took in the sights of my darkened room, his free hand clenching into a shaking fist.

"Jounouchi!"

I pulled my eyes down and away from, ashamed and hurt. A part of me wanted to scream and holler and chase him away, the other half wanted to crack some stupid joke like this was nothing.

Instead I whimpered in pain and grabbed at my stomach, the fire was intense and didn't seem like it was going away any time soon. "I need some pills, please..." begged, resting my back against the wall and pulling down a towel from the rack. I twisted it between my hands and used it like a stress ball, putting my pain out of my head. My breath was coming ragged and in pants, so I concentrated on smoothing out the rhythm.

Honda was up and out of the room in an instant, flying down the hallway like the hounds of hell were snapping at his heels. In the back of my mind I was impressed, I didn't think he was capable of moving that fast. Whenever we raced in gym I always beat his ass, but I didn't think I could go as fast as he was now.

As I sat on the floor grappling my towel I could hear shouts in the hall, but they were becoming gradually more distant. I was falling unconscious again, I knew, but I wasn't all that concerned. Either I would wake up eventually, or I just wouldn't. Neither pbilibility seemed particularly bothersome at the moment.

"Jounouchi!" Honda's voice reached me and I smiled

"Thanks, man." I replied before I was asleep again.

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I woke up with tubes in me. It was a strange sensation. I was hooked up to a machine or two and the IV was back in my hand. I also noticed I was in a different room.

"Wha--" I muttered sleepily, my head rolling to the side. It was dark out now and rather than my father sleeping in the chair next to me, it was Honda. He was curled up and at some point a nurse must've thrown a blanket over him to keep him warm. I had to wonder if it was Midori, she was the most motherly of my nurse brigade.

I turned back to look upwards at the ceiling and waited quietly until the door opened and a nurse bustled into the room. "You're awake." she said crisply, and considering how much noise she made coming in I wondered why the hell she was surprised. Honda heard her voice and came awake with a start, looking dazedly around the room.

"Jounouchi..."

"You've been saying that an awful lot today, man." I joked lightly, trying to ignore the nurse prodding and poking at my tubes. Honda just looked sternly at me and then the nurse before keeping his mouth wisely shut.

"Can you take this thing out of my nose?" I asked plaintively, giving the nurse puppy dog eyes.

She grunted. "You need that tube, you were having breathing problems and it was necessary to intubate you on the table."

I stared wide eyed. Table, what table? "What are you talking about?"

"You were in shock due to blood loss. That's what caused you to lapse into unconsciousness. You were given another transfusion as well as being intubated." she sighed. "A tube down your throat to help keep you breathing directly. After surgery you were brought back to ICU and placed on oxygen."

"ICU? I don't need ICU!"

She scoffed and turned on her heel. She waddled out the door and closed it over partly, but not shutting it completely "I "I don't need ICU." I repeated lamely.

"After they figured out the circumstances they insisted." Honda replied casually, though his look was anything but.

"Circumstances..." my mouth went dry. "Shit."

"Oh come on! Do you really think they're dumb enough not to get what just happened? There was blood all over your bed and bathroom, and you were half naked for god's sake. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to see what the hell happened to you."

I groaned and pulled the blankets over my head, childishly wanted to block out the world. "I want this to all go away."

"What, so you can go back home with him?" he slammed his hand down on the arm of the chair. "Damn it, Jounouchi, I didn't stick around here all day to listen to you whine about how you want to go home and be left alone. It isn't going to happen! The police wanted to talk to you earlier but your doctor wouldn't let them."

I threw the blankets back down and gaped at him, attempting vainly to push myself up out of bed. "Police? What the hell do you mean 'police', Honda??"

"It wasn't me," he said sullenly, "the hospital filed a report...that's one reason you're in ICU, they can protect you better here. There's security outside the door."

I blinked back tears and curled into a ball, rocking slowly in my bed. The wires and tubes tugged annoyingly at me and I tried to fling them off, but Honda grabbed my hands and held them.

"It'll be okay Jounouchi," he said earnestly, squeezing me gently.

"How can you say that?" I whispered in horror, my body numb and my mind blank. "How can it be okay?"

"Your friends'll be here for you. We won't leave you."

I grabbed at his arms and pulled him closer to stare in his eyes. "Please don't tell Yugi and Anzu how you found me, please..."

"They're going to have to know eventually, they'll find out somehow."

I shook nervously. "I-I know that, just please don't tell them what it was like...whatever you saw. Please, Honda!"

"I wouldn't do that to you, you know that Jounouchi."

I nodded my head, and wiped the wetness from my eyes. "Yeah..yeah...I know. my my thoughts were hazy and slow, a pleasant numbness coming down over my emotions. I couldn't process what was happening to me, what was going to happen to my father and I...I didn't want to think about it, to acknowledge the reality of it. But it was all too reald had have to come to terms with that sooner or later. Soon everyone was going to know about me.

"Shizuka's going to know..." I wailed suddenly realizing the horrible truth and fell crying into his shoulder. He rubbed my back soothingly and for some reason, it didn't bother me like usual to be touched. I wanted to be touched and held and for someone to just take care of me so I wouldn't have to take care of myself. In all honesty there wasn't anyone I would trust to do that like Honda. Anzu might be more comforting, or Yugi more sweet, but I couldn't just act myself about this in front of them. I could let Honda see this part of me, if only just right now in this little time.

"What is she going to think about me...Oh gods, she'll be so disgusted!" I wailed into the soft material of his sweater, forest green this time.

"Shut up," he said. "She'll never think any less of you, you're her oniichan and she loves you no matter what. Kind of dumb of her, but maybe she see some quality in you the rest of us can't."

The tone was light and teasing, and I was able to laugh a little, which surprised me. "Think so?" I asked hopefully, pulling back and sitting up.
oursourse you idiot. In fact, I was coming here to present you with a token of apology. She felt bad for getting upset and running off the other day, so she bought this. She just couldn't stick around to give it to you, we'd promised your mom to have her back that night."

He reached over to the bedside table and plucked up the stuffed animal I noticed earlier. He handed it to me and upon closer inspection I realized it was a dog. "She has been anywhere near Kaiba lately has she?" I asked suspiciously.

Honda spread his hands and shrugged. "Naw, she picked it out all on her own."

It was light brown with a frilly blue collar and disgustingly cute. I loved it instantly. "What about the card?" I asked.

"That was from the class at school." he retrieved the envelope from a pocket in his jacket and opened it for me. Looking inside he winced. "Ouch...you might not want to read this."

I grabbed it irritatedly from his hands and scanned the signatures. Near the bottom in precise small writing was the inscription 'Get well soon...I hear that vet bills can get expensive, mutt.' I growled. It had no signature next to it, but that was pretty redundant considering the message. The other writings were filled with various well wishings, the normal fare of any get well card. The fact that Kaiba would insult me even though I was sick was infuriating, but hardly surprising. I could imagine him having an animated lecture about the idea of having me taxidermied on my death bed. It's slightly scary to think that people sometime do that to their pets. It's even more scary to picture myself propped up in some room in Kaiba's mansion wearing a leash and collar. Hell, he'd probably have a doghouse mausoleum built for me. Stupid Kaiba.

My thoughts are wandering far afield and I can feel myself yawning and growing tired. "I think the nurse put something in my tubes." I murmur, nuzzling down deeper in the covers. I notice absently that ICU blankets are softer than the regular ones.

"Okay, Jounouchi." Honda smiled and patted my hand affectionately. "I'll be here bright and early to visit you, so rest up."

I nod and let my eyes close. I can hear him picking his stuff up and getting ready to go. I something furry in my hand and realize he stuck Shizuka's gift in my palm. i give him a lopsided grin as way of thanks and a small wave with the IV encumbered hand.

"Thanks," I sigh and I'm out like a light.

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A/N: To those wondering, no we aren't at the ending yet. I've still got more left in me to do, I'm just not sure what. Again I reach the point where I'm wondering 'HonJou shipping or friendshipping?', I guess it's really however each reader perceives it. If you want to read more into it than just two friends, go ahead, you're welcome to. If not, then sure, they're just really great buddies. Whatever floats your boat. As for my medical stuff, well again I did research but can't guarentee that I'm completely accurate. For dramatic purposes it might not be exactly realistic.
To those disturbed by this chappie: I warned you!!! Please don't hate me now. I honestly felt it was important to the integrity of the overall story to include this scene.
That's all I'm going to say in my defense, since by now those still reading have been well warned.
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