To Lose

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh Gx. I do not own the basis for this fanfiction, the concept is taken with permission from “Yami’s Chan” fanfiction ‘Slut’. I make no money from this.


To Lose
By 11


Chapter 01
Slut

Moans that no one was supposed to hear.

Hot hard and wet sliding in and out – burning and branding his insides – rough and minimalist. It wasn’t to be mistaken for ‘love’ this was something else, however close or far it might have been.

No one was supposed to know.

The other man driving deep inside him, releasing warm and viscous fluid shooting and dripping into his insides – it wasn’t supposed to be known. Then he pulled out – a cool hand stroking his abused backside before drawing away.

It was so well concealed. So how did this happen?

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“So did you hear about it already?” one jeering voice asked, and then the group scurried off laughing to themselves when he looked over.

Another one. “So that’s him?” snickering, jeering, “It’s true? What a slut!” and again when he looked over, that group quickly got up to leave. But they were getting bolder. A week ago they wouldn’t have let him catch them whispering, when it had just started.

But how did they find out? More importantly, wasn’t someone else also supposed to be ostracized and whispered about as well? Why just him?

It didn’t make any sense. The word was out, but how? He had no idea. They had been so careful. How could he fix this? What should he do about it?

The answers were simple: he couldn’t fix it. He couldn’t do anything about it. So wouldn’t it be easier not to try, not to agonize over it?

Another bout of whispers and giggles caught his ears irate attention again before he turned to glare at them. Scathing stormy eyes that sent the group running around the corner at least.

He cursed to himself, under his breath. He still couldn’t figure out how this had happened. Despite telling himself not to worry about, he was furiously thinking of some way to hush this up. But everyone knew? Everyone?!

“Hey Chazz!”

The dark-haired youth almost leapt back from the bright blight of an annoyance. Golden sunset eyes stared back at stormy black and gray, and Chazz scowled at the grinning face before him.

This stupid Slifer slacker… tact, delicacy, and personal space apparently – were all things beyond his capacity to understand. “What do you want, idiot?” Chazz bit out angrily, if this guy was here to laugh at him he’d be sure to knock out at least three of his teeth!

“Huh?” Jaden pulled away slightly at the strange animosity that suddenly bloomed in the other’s face and eyes, “Well, nothing really. I guess I wanted to ask about that one duel-card assignment, if you’d completed it, and maybe if you’d give me some pointers…?”

Stupid, idiot, moron.

“That assignment is due tomorrow, even if I wrote it for you, there wouldn’t be enough time.” Chazz told him coolly.

“Don’t be like that! Please Chazz?” Jaden pleade, catching his arm, the other offered before his face, like a prayer – “You’re my only hope! Come on! Just tell me a little about the history, the uses, and I’ll write it myself whatever I remember, so please?!”

“You’re a complete moron.” Chazz declared, annoyed; as if just talking about the assignment would help the idiot understand even a small percentage of it! “I said n--!”

Then he heard the snickering again, the whispered jabs, and malicious mutters. Apparently Jaden had noticed it too – “Huh, what’s that?”

Looking over toward them, the other students glared briefly, before shuffling farther away, “What was that all about?”

Chazz knew, and it still disgusted him. No one was supposed to know – and apparently this idiot at least, had yet to figure it out. That was probably a good thing since he was still talking to him, and not behind his back.

If it was Jaden, he’d probably mock and taunt him to his face, and that Chazz didn’t need!

Jaden frowned in thought, turning back to Chazz, “What’s up with everyone around you today anyway?” Jaden asked him outright, “What are they talking about?”

“Like you need to know,” Chazz bit out, “I thought you wanted to know about this assignment?”

“So you’ll help me?!” that idiot grin came back in full force.

“Sure,” Chazz got out, “As long as you’ll go away after!”

“Okay!” Jaden agreed, “I still don’t get it though. What’s a ‘slut’ anyway?”

Chazz felt like hitting him – even though he’d swerved back to the previous talking with those cursed mutterings all over the halls! How could he not know?! Then again, this was the guy who didn’t know what ‘fiancé’ had meant…

“You’re an idiot.” Chazz declared for what was surely the twentieth time, to the stupid slifer’s face. “And about the assignment, it’s like this--!”

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He was such an idiot! Jaden had him explain twice before he got the very basic concept down! It was always just easier for that simpleton to play a card to learn about it. Simple fool. Didn’t even know what ‘slut’ meant.

Well that was fine for Chazz. He didn’t need that idiot to associate himself with such activities anyway. It wasn’t like he was one – he just happened to have a lover. A male lover…

But his pride would never have allowed himself to be taken by anyone but him. So he didn’t mind it that he was on bottom – but how did that qualify slut, and if his partner wasn’t?

Chazz finished touching up his paper and then printed the score – he’d been too distracted to do next week’s homework. He still couldn’t think of how anyone could have found out. He’d never told anyone. Surely his lover hadn’t?

An insistent beeping took up in the room, and Chazz flipped open his phone – thinking of the devil now… “Sartorius.” Chazz greeted at his lover’s call.

“Can you come over here?” the calm fluid voice poured over the phone, silver drops that his ears swallowed up, “You forgot your book bad here anyway.”

Chazz swallowed past a throat gone dry, “Yeah I’ll be over.”

“See you then.” Sartorius confirmed, before clicking off, the dial tone sounding back over the line. Chazz shut his phone and headed for the door – the hall and the familiar door to his lovers room.

Chazz breathed, hesitating if only to check and make sure no one was around. How had he been seen then? There was no one to see him enter, and there was never anyone in this wing to see him leaving either. It made no sense.

He didn’t have time to ponder father, because the door opened of it’s own accord, the shadow within becoming the pale youth inside. He obeyed, willingly. Violet eyes set entirely on Chazz – dark storm eyes taking in the pale and white adorned form of his lover.

Long sophisticated blue and silver hair, strong but lithe physique, and most importantly those eyes. If not for those orbs he might never have accepted this relation, those eyes bored into him as if seeing every strength and flaw.

As if he knew everything he was thinking, and knew exactly what Chazz wanted – it made him feel for the moment those eyes focused on him – he was the only person in the world. He was important. He was necessary.

Thin pallid lips smiled genially, a hand extended slightly, motioning Chazz forward. “Come to me, love.” That silver voice purred to him, and Chazz obeyed.

He knelt between the other’s legs, the other’s pale hands, slender digits soft fingers tracing over his face – tender and smooth. He almost sighed, eyes drifting shut to hold onto the gentleness a moment longer.

“What’s wrong, Charles?” Sartorius’ silken voice asked, fingers stroking along his skin, moving to the neck, and shoulder. How like him to already know something was wrong.

“I can’t figure it out,” Chazz admitted, “I don’t know how they found out… they’re whispering now. Loud enough to overhear – the volume is for my benefit no doubt. They don’t dare state anything to my face… yet.”

“Charles…” and that name on the other’s lips spoke volumes of sadness, kindness, a kind of pity, and sympathy.

“Do you want to end this then?”

He almost laughed, as if he would ever consider it, Sartorius knew it too, so why would he bother asking? “No.”

“I’m glad.”

Chazz sighed at the touches, his own hands tugging at the front of his coat, to undo the buckles so Sartorius hands could sink lower across his shoulders, and chest.

A gentle hand rose to the back of his head tilting his head forward, the musky scent of the other’s arousal greeted him, the beginnings of a bulge presenting itself to Chazz’s opened eyes.

“Relieve me, love.”

Never once did he even consider refusing. Fingers grasping the silver of the line and gently tugging down, fingers seized the edges of the covering garments and pulled forward, just enough until the source of heat and musky scent was revealed.

Sartorius hand knotted into his hair, and Chazz lips opened, engulfing the exposed shaft in wet heat. The other man hissed at the contact, fingers tightening slightly.

Tongue laved along the underside and reached around to stroke along the sides, teasing sensitive flesh until the other released a small moan.

The hand on his head guided his motions, tongue and mouth savoring the other’s shaft, taste after taste and agonizing thorough tonguing after suck and lave and lick.

Soft lips dragging up and down across throbbing flesh and Sartorius moaned again, urging the other quicker. Chazz obeyed – no second thoughts – no hesitation or consideration.

He didn’t hold back. Mouth and tongue twisted and pressed the skin and the appendage began to jerk and spasm. The hand held his head in place, as bitter white milk shot from the tip and Chazz’s throat worked to swallow down dollops of seed.

The hand in his hair still held firm and Chazz tongue gently coaxed the appendage back to hardness – stiffening in his mouth, hot veins pushing back out against his tongue, and that thick musk filling the air thicker and thicker.

Sartorius made a satisfied sound, fingers tightening and drawing Chazz head back from his length. Ice-like violet lust filled eyes set on stormy gray and blue, “Knees, on the bed.”

An order – eyes set on him like the only living thing – the only thing of importance. So Chazz didn’t even think as he backed up and went straight to the bed. “Strip.” Came the silver voice again.

Efficiently jacket, shirt, pants, and all articles of clothing were removed, it was short enough, because when Chazz hands and knees hit the bed, Sartorius was already up behind him, a slick finger delving deep inside him with a single push.

Chazz hissed as his body stretched open again, and shortly after a second finger thrust in, he breathed. Heart thudding faster, blood rushing faster, the vague beginnings of heat pooling in every inch of Chazz’ own skin.

A third finger pushed his opening and the three pressed in and out for only a moment, then they were gone and that hot mass, previously against his tongue, pressed inside him. Chazz gasped out as his body stretched again to accommodate the length.

Sartorius slid inside and set at the hilt for a moment, but Chazz didn’t need much time and the other knew it, movement began directly after. Slick flesh drawing back out the rings of muscle and heat only to drive back in and Chazz’s body shuddered.

He moaned, at the sensation, his partner’s hot shaft buried in him sliding in and out, and rubbing all along his inside – it didn’t feel particularly great, but Sartorius’s breath had hitched, and glancing over his shoulder, he caught those eyes glazed with desire.

Those eyes were worth it – because it made him feel like the only one who mattered. Right now he was the only important thing to Sartorius. He was important. Chazz Princeton was important.

It was that thought that helped his hand along to stroke his own length, as the other pounded against his backside – and within strokes Chazz released, muscles clamping down hard on his partner.

He heard Sartorius moan, and then driving in with expounded force, hot bitter white dripping fluid spilled into his backside. He thrust in and out, a few more times, emptying hot essence into him.

Afterward Sartorius pounded him again, and again. Chazz began to lose count again. He always lost it, only twice Sartorius thrust into him with Chazz facing up – when he could see those eyes more clearly.

Eyes that saw only him – that made it worth it, even when claws scratched up his skin and his backside began to feel raw even with the lubricant.

For the sixth – or twelfth? – time Sartorius stabbed himself inside the other, releasing white fluid on the other’s insides, his backside, his hips and thighs. But Chazz was already gone. By the time Sartorius was pulling out, Chazz was only half conscious,

He had to give out some time, and eventually he did – his body collapsing into the mattress and his mind slipping off into sleep.

Sartorius grinned down at the exhausted body before him. His prize with flawless pale skin, and dark raven-colored hair, proud, powerful, and he was completely shackled to him.

A single hand stroked through dark locks, grinning at the triumph of it. To think he had managed to make such a prideful beautiful creature his own, placed in splendid chains to cater to his whims.

Yet he still fancied himself a predator. He smirked to himself, claws dragging down the other’s chiseled back.

Soon he would be broken too.

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