Trained Idiot

Trained Idiot

Warnings: YAOI LEMON, kind of a squick if you don’t like the pairing.

Pairings: Ryuzaki/Haga

Notes: I didn’t think while writing this, it just kinda came to me.

Thanks: To Magenta Fox who inspired the idea. There are just not enough Ryuzaki/Haga fans out there, so I had to post this. Now go read her R/H story, it’s hilarious and better than mine, you will love it and give her reviews because if you don’t my pet monkey Jennifer will gnaw yer nose off.

Disclaimer: I do not claim rights to any YuGiOh references or character names. Don't sue me!

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It was dark outside, eleven o’clock at night, and a cold rain had just started to pour, leaving a very wet and miserable Haga Underwood[1] walking through the downpour. All of the defeated were to be removed from the island immediately, but since it was close to midnight, he would have to wait until seven the next morning. If the loss hadn’t been bad enough, especially since he lost to one particular moron named Katsuya Jounouchi, he had also been kicked out of his hotel and had to wait the night out in this weather for his boat. Some day this one turned out to be.

Even cheating had gotten him nowhere.

He continued to grumble as he traipsed through the dark streets and turned down dark corners until he came to an equally dark but loud dock. He stopped when he heard an angry voice, raspy and deep with frustration, shouting over the storm at a security guard. Haga squinted, not quite able to see clearly, and continued walking towards the guard station. He had been heading there anyway to see if he could sit out the weather and perhaps maybe the entire night inside somewhere, but he stopped again as his rival’s form took shape and became obvious.

Ryuzaki Raptor, or just Rex as he preffered, stood there, arms flailing and eyes snapping fire at the tall security guard in front of him, said armed man doing and saying nothing with his arms crossed and his expression blank. Haga stood up a little straighter as his arrival was left unannounced to either men, and couldn’t contain the chuckles as he neared them further.

“You stupid jerk-off! How could you just leave me outside like this, huh?! I could catch fucking pneumonia you ignorant asshole!”
”As long as it would shut you up I’m sure nobody would mind.” Haga sneered, and Rex jumped back a little to see the smaller duelist now not two feet away.

“Where the hell did you come from you little termite?”

Haga shrugged, but instead of answering turned to face the other man, who had not moved.

“Is there any chance I’d be able to just sit inside until the weather clears up?”

Rex stopped and waited, only to promptly fall over in shock as the guard merely nodded and dug his keys out. He had been standing here damn near twenty minutes and could not get the guard to let him inside, then Haga comes along and the guy just like gives in without even saying anything? The man bid Haga to follow him to a miniature shack looking place and Rex leapt in front of the smaller young man.

“That’s not fucking fair!” He shouted, not able to stop the trembling of his fingers or his bottom lip as his teeth chattered. His mouth was turning blue around the edges and his hair was soaked. For a moment, Haga felt pity.

“What? That the better duelist gets to stay warm while you have to sit outside? I think it’s plenty fair!”
”You stupid son of a-…” Rex snarled, cockins fis fist back and punching Haga square on the bridge of his nose, not breaking anything but applying enough force to make the appendage bleed and knock his older, black rimmeasseasses to the ground. He had gotten tired of those stupid golden bottle framed ones.

Haga, not one to stand around and let the beatings come, brought his knee up to bury itself into Rex’s abdomen, effectively causing the other to gasp for air and clutch his stomach. Footsteps sounded and the guard was there not a moment later to hold to two apart, Rex, a little weakened by the hit still tried to jump around the guard’s hand while Haga remained where he was after retrieving his fallen spectacles, wiping his nose.

“Listen, I don’t want you two making trouble on MY dock while it’s still MY shift, so I’m going to let you BOTH into the hut, got it? If I hear so much as an insult I’ll throw you both back out on the streets. Understand me?” The older man ordered in a nasal voice, and grudgingly, both duelists scoffed but nodded. Being warm was top priority. Killing their rival was actually the last thing they were up to doing right now.

Once inside the tiny space both immediately separated, establishing a boundary and a sort of invisible line that kept them apart. Neither heard the latch of the outside lock click into place, and neither cared that the guard had a camera in the corner of the room if either had noticed it in the fiplacplace. They were more focused on how there was only one bed in the center of the room. It was the only piece of furniture apart from the small table that sat up against the only window in the place. The fireplace was going, dimly, but it was on Haga’s side of the room, while the bed was on Rex’s.

“Ha, I get the bed.” Rex crowed, jumping onto the malleable, used mattress and immediately sank into the soft surface. It was possibly the most comfortable thing he had ever lay down and and he moaned softly at the feeling, relaxing his muscles and closing his eyes.

He heard Haga snort, but missed the way the bug duelist’s eyes lingered a moment too long on his back, before he snapped around to face the fireplace, shivering going down now that he was warming up. Rex, however, still quaked and curled into a fetal position, intent on gathering body heat. It didn’t work, and he pushed himself up jerkily.

“This fucking sucks. Even though I get THE moomfoomfortable bed in the world YOU get the fireplace.” He growled, and Haga smirked, back still to the other.
”It’s fair.”
”Like fucking hell it is! Move your scrawny ass over, I pulling the bed over.”
”Then it would be on my side so then I’d get to sleep on it.”
”Over my dead body you annoying termite.”
”It will be!” Haga screeched, turning and lunging at Rex when his fury enveloped him.

The other duelist caught him as the boy threw himself literally into Rex, his arms around the smaller boy’s waist as Haga’s hand enclosed around Rex’s neck, trying to strangle the other. Stumbling for a moment, both eventually fell back onto the bed, Haga straddling Rex’s hips, hands still tight around the other’s neck. They both stopped when something seemed off, and their eyes locked as Haga pulled his hands away to post his arms straight on either side of Rex’s head.

“Well, this is different.” Rex mumbled, knowing his hands had moved to grip the petite waist but not really having the encouragement to remove them. He did, however, notice the nervous blush creeping along Haga’s pale cheeks and across the slowly bruising bridge of his nose.

Neither spoke for what seem like the entire night, before their lips crashed together in the frenzied need of someone who hadn’t been touched in years, Haga falling to lean on his elbows, fingers absently threading into Rex’s multi-colored hair and knocking the hat away. The other breathed a low groan through his nose and sat up, pushing Haga with him so that his arms were now around the taller duelist’s neck and the whole of his weight in Rex’s lap. The friction caused a reaction Rex never could have even imagined he’d get with this particular person under his hands and lips, and he rotated his hips slightly against Haga in an attempt to relieve the growing tension in his groin.

When Rex’s hands fell down a little further to grip at the lean ass in his lap both stopped, and their eyes snapped open. They both gasped simultaneously, breathing a little off and jumped apart, Haga successfully falling flat on his back to the hard wooden floor. If Rex hadn’t been in shock he probably would have been laughing his ass off, but right now he couldn’t tell whether or not he want to continue this little incident or drown himself.

“Bastard.” He heard from the floor as Haga stood clumsily, glaring murderously at the person on the bed.
”Don’t look at me like that, you were just as much responding to that as I was.”
”Don’t rub it in.” The shorter of the two snorted, and sat on the mattress with his arms crossed. Rex scooted up to the edge as well and the silence quickly became uncomfortable.

Haga fidgeted, before finally glancing between Rex and the fire once. He stood then and pulled Rex off the bed, said person complaining, and then proceeded to drag the furniture to sit closer to the fireplace. After he was finished he sat back where he had been, as did Rex, and the eerie too quite noises of the place, outside of the rain, finally began to wear down on their nerves.

“Ok, I think I’ll just go to sleep then.” Rex mumbled and kicked off his shoes, crawling under the covers and laying with his face pressed into the singular pillow, which happened to be as thin as a sheet of paper.

Haga said nothing, but glared at the back of the other’s head. “Your just a selfish pig, you know that right?”
”Mmyep. Now shut up I’m sleeping.”
”Ignorant street punk.”
”Dick.”
”At least I have one.”
”That’s funny. Underwood made a joke.”

Haga clenched his fists and stood suddenly, walking around and bashing Rex over the back of the head with his balled fist. Rex yelped and jumped up, holding his head moments before he grabbed Haga by the shoulders and pinned him to the bed beneath his weight angrily. He was snarling inches from the other’s face when both of them came together again, tongue teeth and lips colliding in an all out war. Dominance, though, was easily won by Rex, and although they were both pissed at the other, both were responding to the oral treatment very enthusiastically.

Their hips fell together as Haga squirmed, his legs parting in the naturally submissive way he was when it came to sex, and Rex gasped out of the intense kiss. He wasted no time, not wanting to realize who he was doing this with until it would actually matter and stripped the boy beneath him of clothes, coming to face to face with a very painful hard-on and sinking into the desperate cries above him. Who would have thought of all people, he would end up with Haga, but right now, he couldn’t seem to keep his hormones in check.

Curiously, he leant forward and licked at the head of the proud staff and reveled in the shudder that went down his spine at the taste. Haga nearly screamed, eyes closed so tightly tiny tears were escaping unnoticed and fingers clawed at the bed sheets. When Rex failed to further stimulate his dripping sex he howled, a deep sound coming from him and opened his eyes to lock with Rex’s. He had moved back up to push his tongue into Haga’s mouth and moaned when he was accepted, somewhere in time having pulled off his shirts and pants, pressing their naked bodies together.

“Rex…” Haga panted heavily into the ear his lips were pressed against, clinging to the lightly sweaty body above him as Rex’s tongue worked its way leisurely around his neck. His stomach turned and flopped in the sensations, further clouding his mind as Haga dug his fingernails into Rex’s shoulder blades.

“Tease.” The smaller of the two breathed, and lifted his hips to grind their erections together firmly. This broke Rex away from his ministrations to groan and choke back his raging desires.

“Prep?”
”Fuck no.”
”Sure?”
”God damnit Raptor!” Haga ground out through gritted teeth, edging himself closer to the thick cock that belonged to the person above him, impatience violent.

Rex braced himself above Haga, one hand guiding himself, the other holding his weight, and he locked their lips together. The moment he plunged his tongue into the willing mouth, pushing down into Haga’s throat, he thrust inside a little ways. Haga cried out, as expected helplessly, but encouraged the other anyway, tensing his legs around the slim waist and ing ing his rival deeper. His body arched and shook with the force of Rex brushing past his prostate; setting off a sensation so strong Haga lost his voice, but still didn’t stop the other’s efforts. It did hurt, but the pais mos momentary, and Haga's stressed muscles slowly began to relax only slightly once Rex was seated fully and waiting.

When Rex moved to look at the one beneath him straight, he hit his temple on the rim of the other’s glasses and hissed, laughing slightly at himself and rubbing that part of his forehead. Haga blushed, a little irritated with himself, and ripped the glasses off.

“Stupid things, I knew I should have gotten contacts…” He was silenced when Rex leant down to catch his lips with his.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve embarrassed myself worse before.”

Haga only smirked slightly, before rolling his hips and drawing a moan from his new lover’s throat. Like before, Rex took over again, grinding their hips together slowly but firmly at first, pressing himself deeper with each stroke before his control finally snapped. Haga's heavy breathing and tiny whimpers getting the better of him even more so than the spasming heat surrounding his engorged member.

“God damn…”

He whispered, the second before he drew back and snapped his pelvis forward in one hard motion. Haga voiced his approval rather loudly and dug his fingernails deeper into the other’s back, tightening his legs around the Rex’s thin waist. The pace steadily picked up after that, until the entire cot was swaying with Rex’s efforts, having no wall to bang against and the fireplace over heating them both slightly. They were dripping with sweat, the only sounds in the room their thick breathless gasps and keening mewls of encouragement.

Rex started to shake from the exertion, but only started pounding into Haga’s tight body faster, fatigue slowly creeping up on the both of them. Both their cries were molded together in unison when the bug duelist finally climaxed, needing no touch but the one Rex was distributing inwardly, and covered his own stomach with the seed, his fingers scratching red trails down Rex’s back. Said young man only panted harder pushing himself to his hands with his arms outstretched and lifted Haga’s legs into the air a little bit for more angle.

When Rex groaned his own completion time seemed to stop. Both hovered in the position they were in for mere seconds before they collapsed together in a suddenly too warm heap of tangled, sweaty limbs and shallow breaths. Everything stayed that way, quiet, for a short period of time before Rex found the strength to lean off his new lover, slip out and roll to the side for comfort.

“Here’s where I’d say ‘next time I’m on top’ but I figure either we won’t get the chance to do this again or even if we did I end up on bottom any way. You power hungry freak.”

Rex chuckled, “You weren’t complaining, were you, termite?”
”Yeah, and your lucky.”
”Oh knock it off, you enjoyed it.”
”Maybe, but if this little excursion ever gets back to me as a rumor your big mouth started I’m going to personally rip your head off and shove it up your ass.”
”Ouch.”

The silence stretched again, and the two eventually turned to curl affectionately together and fall asleep under the thin sheets, still waiting for morning when an evil little giggle escaped the lips of the security guard as he sat in his own office building not twelve feet away.

He reached forward and turned off the monitor, pressing ‘eject’ and catching the tape the VCR spit out at him. He grinned at the recording of two former enemies in the throes of passion before casing it and waving it in front of a very amused but pissed friend of his standing behind him.

“That’ll be two-hundred dollars for me, and none for you. Pay up.” He stated, still smirking victoriously. The female shift guard groaned and rolled her eyes, digging out her wallet and writing him the check. She handed it to him, before storming off, and the male guard started to chuckle again.

‘This’ll fetch me a hefty price from a few select duelists I know who are still in this tournament, not to mention Mr. Kaiba himself.’ He thought, and, standing from the cable wall to join his partner, the guard turned off the lights, leaving the room trailed by his loud laughter.

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Owari…

[1]= I have no idea what this boy's name is in Japanese other than Haga. Sue me. The same goes with Ryuzaki's family name.

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ARG! Another sucky PWP. Ah well, I was a little more pleased with this one because I wrote it based on one of my favorite pairings that almost NO ONE has written about (with the exception of Magenta Fox, love her by the way) which makes it the second of the lot of Ryuzaki/Haga stories I’ve found. If you don’t like the two together, eat me, if you think it’s disgusting, eat me. Put your flame in a review and I’ll delete it.

By the way, you know you people just LOVE me to death and if anyone would be willing to join my Yahoo Group I REALLY would like to get my RPG going (its YuGiOh, all Yaoi or Yuri, not Het) and none of the past members have cooperated. I'll have you know they've been deleted cuz their assholes. Anyway, if your interested and do not find Rex/Weevil squick PLEASE join! (I play Weevil, yay!) Here's the url:

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