I Never Should Have Left
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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4
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24
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I've Become So Numb
[Edit : =B Just fixed the mistakes made when Aff.net went wonky for a bit... er, I may actually update this fic some time this month though XD;; We'll see, ne? If anyone really wants an update, let me know *_*;; ]
YRE: *chews on fic* I don’t know what’s wrong w/me, start new ones w/o finishing others -_______-;;…*laughs* Okies, I had to write this, the idea struck me after I drew a pic of Yami-kins kissing Kaiba >> though I don’t even know if that’ll be the pairing for this fic ^_^;;
Yami: *growls* She doesn’t own anything but the sick humor to torment me and my dignity
YRE: Yes, Yami torture, kinda, more mental than physical, though he’ll get his share of both kinds I’m sure. As of now, there are no definite pairings, name some and I’ll do my best to fit them in, even if it’s more bed romping than relationship XD Not a squishy fic, maybe the ending’ll be happy, depends on what you guys want, though the first few themes’ll be kinda darkish…>> I don’t know, I’m terrible at categorizing. Just know, Yami won’t be happy for a while…if ever XD
Yami: I hate you…
YRE: ^_^;; I know. Um, enjoy?
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The whine of cars thundered in his head, buzz of cheap neon lights blinding as he lay there. The boy groaned, gross mix of rain and mud and garbage slithering into his mouth as he tried to speak, voice raspy and gurgled with old blood.
Well, at least he didn’t taste any semen this time.
He didn’t know who he was calling out to, didn’t know if anyone was even around, he just cried out weakly, swearing beneath his breath as his senses came to and he threw away the possibility that anyone would come and help him.
His arms trembled as he slowly pushed himself up, kneeling in the grime of the alleyway, half hidden by the monstrous dumpster and heaps of garbage, littered about like broken dreams, and perhaps it was fitting, in this part of town anyway.
He stayed there for a while, not long enough to recall what was beside him if asked, but too long for simply the catching of his breath. His clothing reeked of alcohol and sweat, parts of it torn from where his late night scuffle had turned more than violent, the throbbing at his jaw only proof that he had been careless, then again, he rarely had physical fights.
Shakily the boy stood, leaning heavily against the coarse bricks, he wobbled unsteadily toward the street. It wasn’t the first time he’d been dumped in an alley, passed out and usually violated, and it most certainly wouldn’t be his last. This was his life now, a shattered mess of daytime drinking binges and lonely nights of pumping several drugs throughout his system; he’d done them all and had his favorites, though he wasn’t really picky when it came down to wiping his mind free of the crappy life he was living.
He did it because he loved it; he loved it because he hated himself. There was no sense in the matter, he drank, he took drugs, and he slept around, usually with several people a night, after all, have to pay for the other shit somehow.
“Hey, Baby.”
The youth looked up and smirked at one of his regulars, a tall man languidly strewn on a staircase, sunglasses riding down his nose so his eyes could visibly rack up and down the lean boy’s figure, tongue wetting his dry lips as he grinned back.
“Rough night?” the blond man asked blandly, not really interested in the other’s well-being, but it never hurt to make the guy feel good about himself, especially if he ended up feeling well enough to give a free session.
“You could say that.” The smaller straightened his black mesh shirt, wiping some of the alley slime from his face and laughing. “Some fucking bastard didn’t ask for my rates, just assumed I’d give him a free joyride.”
The blond scoffed and wiped some sweat from his brow, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a half empty pack of cigarettes. “Mm,” he slipped one in his mouth and lit it, scratching his head through the red, white, and blue bandana. “Want one?”
“Yeah,” the boy smirked and sauntered over to the blond, leaning over and taking the cigarette from the man’s lips “I do.” He took a long drag, letting the white wisps dance in his lungs, curling about and filling him, before he exhaled and watched the smoke float away, break apart, and become a part of nothing. “So, Keith…”
The blond half growled as he took another cigarette out, lighting it and letting the thin stick of white dangle between his lips. “What?”
“I’m assuming you’re not going to let me get away with just taking this from you.” The youth grinned hungrily, twiddling the cigarette with his slender fingers; eyes glazing over with well-practiced lust, concealing the self-loathing and disgust so well, the smaller had even begun believing it wasn’t there anymore.
Keith laughed and motioned the boy to sit in his lap, the latter straddling the man and blowing smoke into the blonde’s face. “You assume correctly.” His calloused fingertips slipped beneath the boy’s shirt, roughly grazing the pale skin and swirling patterns of nonsense on the small of his back. The blond took a fistful of hair and waited only long enough for the boy to take another drag and remove the cigarette before attacking his small mouth, hot, slimy tongue prying past the thin lips and overtaking the boy.
He moaned appreciatively, or so it seemed, but he knew how to make it sound so convincing, no one ever second-guessed him. The boy allowed the smoke to slither back up his throat and fill the man’s mouth, strands of gray escaping and dancing between their faces. His mind wandered, escaping to memories he kept for moments like these, moments when he was weaker and dirtier than he could have ever imagined, moments when he wished he was home, safe and sound, in bed…and for once, with someone he loved.
The taller shifted slightly and placed a large hand on the boy’s hips, forcing him to move in hard circular patterns, grinding against the blonde’s worn jeans and constrained erection.
“Fuck, Keith.” The boy placed both his hands against the man’s chest and shoved himself back, breaking the hungry kiss and earning himself a glare from the other. “It was only one cigarette; you’re not getting laid just for that.” He straightened his hair, thin fingers slipping through the slightly messed strands, bits of it falling before his face and framing his dulled eyes.
Even now, used and wasted, he was still astonishingly beautiful; he had lost a bit of weight over the past year or two, but not enough so to make him appear gaunt. His eyes were highlighted by his hair, skin glowing with the light tan he’d acquired, lean form built like a serpent of pleasure. “Besides, you offered it to me.”
Keith growled and took a bruising hold of the boy’s wrist, twisting the slender arm until it felt as though it would snap were any more pressure applied. “Listen, whores sleep with whoever’s interested, and I’m interested.” The blond snarled and gave the struggling youth a vicious kiss, feeling the wiry frame thrash about for breath as he slipped his tongue as far back as he could, the boy gagging and wriggling in his lap.
He couldn’t move, he hadn’t eaten in days and his body was too weak from his hangover to fight back. A haze began to cloud his mind, if he was going to be taken, might as well slip into a state of unconsciousness, become responsive yet unaware…just like…like last time…his first time…
“Damn it!” Keith suddenly let go and the boy took mouthfuls of air gladly, throwing a dirty look toward the blond. “Fucking answer it already!”
It took him a handful of seconds to process the man’s complaint, the boy scrunching up his face in confusion before Keith jabbed a finger towards the youth’s waist, the piercing screech of the ringing cell phone finally taking a toll in the boy’s mind. He grinned half apologetically; ready to praise whoever the hell was calling him. Keith, and all the other regulars, knew the youth was always on call, some clients were more important than the kid would ever reveal, and would spend any expense at getting rid of whoever kept their favorite sex-toy from them.
“Hello?” he answered it with his sultriest voice, nice, thick slab of sex appeal slithering across the phone line, bringing shame to all those sex hotlines because stated simply, no one could last two minutes on the phone with him without losing it all.
No one answered; the boy checked his connection and noted there was nothing wrong. “Hello? Who is it?” A bit more persistent, it was not a bright idea to irritate him, wasting his time wasn’t an option, he was sure he could have convinced Keith to pay him in the precious seconds he was wasting. “I’m not going to fucking ask again, either hang the fuck up or tell me who the hell you are.”
Someone’s breath hitched on the other end, whether it was from the deadly tone shooting at them like venom or from the sudden snap of attitude, the boy didn’t care. “Fuck it, I’m hanging-”
“Yami…”
The boy froze, world spinning around him like a whirlwind as all his senses shrieked to a stop. Nothing seemed to matter anymore, the blare of traffic, stench of Keith’s cigarette, beat of the sun’s relentless heat…
“It’s…”
He knew that voice, the hesitant, soft whisper on the other end. His throat tightened and the nasty taste of bile rose to his mouth, breath coming out in short and raspy waves as his hands tightened and grew numb, ear pressed against the small phone, needing to hear from the other if it was indeed who he thought it was, if it was the only person he didn’t want to hear from, not now, not like this, not while Yami was filthy and broken…because like this, after all he had done in the past year, he couldn’t be what he once was…he couldn’t go back to being what he had never been…he couldn’t be Yami again.
“It’s Yuugi.”
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YRE: >> Yes, sucky, I know. It came out half pleasing…and then died on me ^_^;; Nothing really happened and it was short cuz it was more an intro than a chapter.
Yami: O_O;;…I’m a prostitute?!
YRE: XD No, you’re a drug abusing, alcoholic prostitute…Well, sounds like a YY/Y fic to me >> Never really done one of those before, should it stay that way? Maybe I can make Yami sleep around w/everyone on earth and then get w/Yuugi in the end ^_____^ Whatever you guys want, I’m noty piy picky about pairings. Hope ya kinda liked it, if you can, review and let me know what you want to see, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll update very soon seeing as how I have a couple of days off XD Thanks for reading!!
~YamiRynEnjeru
YRE: *chews on fic* I don’t know what’s wrong w/me, start new ones w/o finishing others -_______-;;…*laughs* Okies, I had to write this, the idea struck me after I drew a pic of Yami-kins kissing Kaiba >> though I don’t even know if that’ll be the pairing for this fic ^_^;;
Yami: *growls* She doesn’t own anything but the sick humor to torment me and my dignity
YRE: Yes, Yami torture, kinda, more mental than physical, though he’ll get his share of both kinds I’m sure. As of now, there are no definite pairings, name some and I’ll do my best to fit them in, even if it’s more bed romping than relationship XD Not a squishy fic, maybe the ending’ll be happy, depends on what you guys want, though the first few themes’ll be kinda darkish…>> I don’t know, I’m terrible at categorizing. Just know, Yami won’t be happy for a while…if ever XD
Yami: I hate you…
YRE: ^_^;; I know. Um, enjoy?
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The whine of cars thundered in his head, buzz of cheap neon lights blinding as he lay there. The boy groaned, gross mix of rain and mud and garbage slithering into his mouth as he tried to speak, voice raspy and gurgled with old blood.
Well, at least he didn’t taste any semen this time.
He didn’t know who he was calling out to, didn’t know if anyone was even around, he just cried out weakly, swearing beneath his breath as his senses came to and he threw away the possibility that anyone would come and help him.
His arms trembled as he slowly pushed himself up, kneeling in the grime of the alleyway, half hidden by the monstrous dumpster and heaps of garbage, littered about like broken dreams, and perhaps it was fitting, in this part of town anyway.
He stayed there for a while, not long enough to recall what was beside him if asked, but too long for simply the catching of his breath. His clothing reeked of alcohol and sweat, parts of it torn from where his late night scuffle had turned more than violent, the throbbing at his jaw only proof that he had been careless, then again, he rarely had physical fights.
Shakily the boy stood, leaning heavily against the coarse bricks, he wobbled unsteadily toward the street. It wasn’t the first time he’d been dumped in an alley, passed out and usually violated, and it most certainly wouldn’t be his last. This was his life now, a shattered mess of daytime drinking binges and lonely nights of pumping several drugs throughout his system; he’d done them all and had his favorites, though he wasn’t really picky when it came down to wiping his mind free of the crappy life he was living.
He did it because he loved it; he loved it because he hated himself. There was no sense in the matter, he drank, he took drugs, and he slept around, usually with several people a night, after all, have to pay for the other shit somehow.
“Hey, Baby.”
The youth looked up and smirked at one of his regulars, a tall man languidly strewn on a staircase, sunglasses riding down his nose so his eyes could visibly rack up and down the lean boy’s figure, tongue wetting his dry lips as he grinned back.
“Rough night?” the blond man asked blandly, not really interested in the other’s well-being, but it never hurt to make the guy feel good about himself, especially if he ended up feeling well enough to give a free session.
“You could say that.” The smaller straightened his black mesh shirt, wiping some of the alley slime from his face and laughing. “Some fucking bastard didn’t ask for my rates, just assumed I’d give him a free joyride.”
The blond scoffed and wiped some sweat from his brow, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a half empty pack of cigarettes. “Mm,” he slipped one in his mouth and lit it, scratching his head through the red, white, and blue bandana. “Want one?”
“Yeah,” the boy smirked and sauntered over to the blond, leaning over and taking the cigarette from the man’s lips “I do.” He took a long drag, letting the white wisps dance in his lungs, curling about and filling him, before he exhaled and watched the smoke float away, break apart, and become a part of nothing. “So, Keith…”
The blond half growled as he took another cigarette out, lighting it and letting the thin stick of white dangle between his lips. “What?”
“I’m assuming you’re not going to let me get away with just taking this from you.” The youth grinned hungrily, twiddling the cigarette with his slender fingers; eyes glazing over with well-practiced lust, concealing the self-loathing and disgust so well, the smaller had even begun believing it wasn’t there anymore.
Keith laughed and motioned the boy to sit in his lap, the latter straddling the man and blowing smoke into the blonde’s face. “You assume correctly.” His calloused fingertips slipped beneath the boy’s shirt, roughly grazing the pale skin and swirling patterns of nonsense on the small of his back. The blond took a fistful of hair and waited only long enough for the boy to take another drag and remove the cigarette before attacking his small mouth, hot, slimy tongue prying past the thin lips and overtaking the boy.
He moaned appreciatively, or so it seemed, but he knew how to make it sound so convincing, no one ever second-guessed him. The boy allowed the smoke to slither back up his throat and fill the man’s mouth, strands of gray escaping and dancing between their faces. His mind wandered, escaping to memories he kept for moments like these, moments when he was weaker and dirtier than he could have ever imagined, moments when he wished he was home, safe and sound, in bed…and for once, with someone he loved.
The taller shifted slightly and placed a large hand on the boy’s hips, forcing him to move in hard circular patterns, grinding against the blonde’s worn jeans and constrained erection.
“Fuck, Keith.” The boy placed both his hands against the man’s chest and shoved himself back, breaking the hungry kiss and earning himself a glare from the other. “It was only one cigarette; you’re not getting laid just for that.” He straightened his hair, thin fingers slipping through the slightly messed strands, bits of it falling before his face and framing his dulled eyes.
Even now, used and wasted, he was still astonishingly beautiful; he had lost a bit of weight over the past year or two, but not enough so to make him appear gaunt. His eyes were highlighted by his hair, skin glowing with the light tan he’d acquired, lean form built like a serpent of pleasure. “Besides, you offered it to me.”
Keith growled and took a bruising hold of the boy’s wrist, twisting the slender arm until it felt as though it would snap were any more pressure applied. “Listen, whores sleep with whoever’s interested, and I’m interested.” The blond snarled and gave the struggling youth a vicious kiss, feeling the wiry frame thrash about for breath as he slipped his tongue as far back as he could, the boy gagging and wriggling in his lap.
He couldn’t move, he hadn’t eaten in days and his body was too weak from his hangover to fight back. A haze began to cloud his mind, if he was going to be taken, might as well slip into a state of unconsciousness, become responsive yet unaware…just like…like last time…his first time…
“Damn it!” Keith suddenly let go and the boy took mouthfuls of air gladly, throwing a dirty look toward the blond. “Fucking answer it already!”
It took him a handful of seconds to process the man’s complaint, the boy scrunching up his face in confusion before Keith jabbed a finger towards the youth’s waist, the piercing screech of the ringing cell phone finally taking a toll in the boy’s mind. He grinned half apologetically; ready to praise whoever the hell was calling him. Keith, and all the other regulars, knew the youth was always on call, some clients were more important than the kid would ever reveal, and would spend any expense at getting rid of whoever kept their favorite sex-toy from them.
“Hello?” he answered it with his sultriest voice, nice, thick slab of sex appeal slithering across the phone line, bringing shame to all those sex hotlines because stated simply, no one could last two minutes on the phone with him without losing it all.
No one answered; the boy checked his connection and noted there was nothing wrong. “Hello? Who is it?” A bit more persistent, it was not a bright idea to irritate him, wasting his time wasn’t an option, he was sure he could have convinced Keith to pay him in the precious seconds he was wasting. “I’m not going to fucking ask again, either hang the fuck up or tell me who the hell you are.”
Someone’s breath hitched on the other end, whether it was from the deadly tone shooting at them like venom or from the sudden snap of attitude, the boy didn’t care. “Fuck it, I’m hanging-”
“Yami…”
The boy froze, world spinning around him like a whirlwind as all his senses shrieked to a stop. Nothing seemed to matter anymore, the blare of traffic, stench of Keith’s cigarette, beat of the sun’s relentless heat…
“It’s…”
He knew that voice, the hesitant, soft whisper on the other end. His throat tightened and the nasty taste of bile rose to his mouth, breath coming out in short and raspy waves as his hands tightened and grew numb, ear pressed against the small phone, needing to hear from the other if it was indeed who he thought it was, if it was the only person he didn’t want to hear from, not now, not like this, not while Yami was filthy and broken…because like this, after all he had done in the past year, he couldn’t be what he once was…he couldn’t go back to being what he had never been…he couldn’t be Yami again.
“It’s Yuugi.”
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YRE: >> Yes, sucky, I know. It came out half pleasing…and then died on me ^_^;; Nothing really happened and it was short cuz it was more an intro than a chapter.
Yami: O_O;;…I’m a prostitute?!
YRE: XD No, you’re a drug abusing, alcoholic prostitute…Well, sounds like a YY/Y fic to me >> Never really done one of those before, should it stay that way? Maybe I can make Yami sleep around w/everyone on earth and then get w/Yuugi in the end ^_____^ Whatever you guys want, I’m noty piy picky about pairings. Hope ya kinda liked it, if you can, review and let me know what you want to see, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll update very soon seeing as how I have a couple of days off XD Thanks for reading!!
~YamiRynEnjeru