Shame

 

Shame

Yugi/Joey, Anzu/Yugi

co-written with Jonouchi Katsuya



Summary: Things aren’t the same since Yugi and Anzu became an item. Jonouchi feels like a third wheel, yet Yugi cares more about him than about his girlfriend for some reason... Angst, M/M, Solo.



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Chapter One

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Anzu, Jonouchi, and Yugi sat at their usual meeting table to divide up the coins for the arcade. It was harder without Honda there to divide evenly. Four meant one token for each person for every dollar spent.



“Too bad Honda couldn’t make it. Now Jonouchi doesn’t have anyone to beat!” Anzu laughed.



Yugi let out a timid laugh at Jonouchi’s expense.



Jonouchi first glared at Yugi than turned his attention to Anzu, “Oh really? I bet I can beat you.”



Anzu and Jonouchi rushed through a small crowed of people to a racing game. Yugi was forcibly dragged along; he was being held ‘romantic hostage’ by Anzu, whose hands was solidly clasped around his, slightly frailer.



Anzu put one hand on her hip. “Aw come on, Jonouchi, don’t go and pick the only game you’re worth-”



“Two shits at? Fuck yeah I am!” Jonouchi laughed as he climbed into the seat. He was smiling from ear to ear.



“Don’t let your ego get hurt too bad!” Anzu teased. She gave Yugi a peck on the cheek - more like a goodbye kiss - and took place in the seat next to Jonouchi’s not caring a minute that she was wearing a skirt. Worse comes to worse, if Jonouchi was enough of a pervert to glance at her thighs, it’d only distract him from the game. All the better for her.



By some whim of fate, Jonouchi lost.



“Best two out of three. Imma kick your ass this time,” he warned.



Anzu smirked. They picked a different course for the second round.



Behind them, Yuugi cheered. For Anzu first, then for Jonouchi.



“Hey!” She yelled. “You’re my boyfriend! You’re supposed to be cheering for me!”



“Bros before hoes!” Jonouchi yelled.



“I just want both of you to win! That’s not fair! See, that’s why Honda should’ve come,” he deplored “Nobody cares if Honda loses.”



Anzu laughed at that. That was enough to make her lose her concentration. Jonouchi won and fisted the air.



“Ha! Take that, Mazaki!” Jonouchi got up and started doing a lame victory dance.



Anzu gave a fierce but playfully competitive look towards Jonouchi. “You do realize this is best two out of three right? You just got lucky!”



Yugi felt a vibration coming from Anzu’s purse. “I think your cell phone’s ringing.” He handed it to her.



“Oh crap! I almost forgot!” By the time she reached it, the buzzing had stopped. She pressed a few buttons. “It’s just a text.” She was quiet for a few moments. Jonouchi and Yugi just waited for her. Anzu huffed. “Hold on, guys, I gotta make a call. Parents suck at texting.” She disembarked the fake motorcycle seat.



“Where you going? I thought you were just making a call,” Jonouchi said, unhappy that his opponent - and a potential two out of three - was slipping away from his fingers.



“It’s waaay to noisy in here. I’ll be back.” She swung her purse over her shoulder and dashed out of the crowded arcade, deftly slaloming between the gamers and the stands.



“Do you want to play a game?” Yugi asked. He hadn’t played Jonouchi for a long time.



”Nah, that’s Anzu’s score. Don’t wanna ruin it.”



“I meant any game, we could go play any other game and finish this one here when Anzu comes back if-.”



“It’ll be taken,” Jonouchi cut him.



“Okay. I don’t really mind not playing though, I just like hanging out with you guys.”



“Yeah, well you don’t really show it,” Jonouchi reproached.



“I don’t understand,” Yugi said.



“We barely hang out anymore. We don’t do guys stuff like we used to.”



“We’re hanging out now,” Yugi remarked. “And it’s pretty much the same as before... Anzu always hung out with us.” Yugi couldn’t help but wonder in his head if Jonouchi was thinking about how exciting their first few months of friendship were, given all the tournaments they went to and the evil they vanquished.



“Yeah but it’s just not the same now since you and her started dating.”



“Well it can’t be the same if Honda’s not here. But he usually comes.”



“Whatever. And I think Anzu is coming back.”



Jonouchi didn’t speak. He just leaned on the controller wheel, cleaning his front teeth with his tongue, looking annoyed.



“I mean... Do I... I don’t know, I guess maybe I spend more time with Anzu. Do I spend less time with you guys?” Yugi asked meekly.



“Okay guys!” Anzu had come back, out of breath. “I got my dad to let me stay a little longer. But that only leaves about enough time for one game, I think,” she said between two breaths.



“Alright, get ready to lose.” Jonouchi positioned himself for their last race.



“Oh, I’m tired of that game. I sort of wanted to play with Yugi at least once before we left.”



“You can hang out with Yugi whenever. Chicken.”



Anzu rolled her eyes. “But I can’t play Attack of the Aliens with Yugi whenever. That’s like... Our special game when we go to the arcade!”



“I don’t mind skipping it just the one night,” Yugi offered



“You can just plan your dates at the arcade,” Jonouchi spat.



“Jonouchi Katsuya! Come on! Don’t be a baby! That’s like, a tradition Yugi and I have since before that. Come on, Yugi, let’s go while it’s free.” She grabbed Yugi by the hand. He didn’t protest. But silently, he’d wished she hadn’t made such a fuss about it. It was just a game. And he wouldn’t tell her, but he found it less and less entertaining every time.



Jonouchi followed, stood idly behind the lovers while they got hold of their 90s-ish, giant purple machine guns. He sighed loudly but no one heard him. He dug his hands in his pockets and shifted his weight impatiently.



Anzu and Yugi laughed their heads off as green slime splashed their screens from the inside. Anzu’s yells were too high pitched for Jonouchi’s tastes. It got on his nerves. It felt so awkward being her friend. There was a time he really liked her but now that she was dating Yugi, she acted differently. She probably would argue that, too. Everything he did was somehow bad for Yugi. So overbearing.



And he could tell Yugi was giving her all the good opportunities to get the higher scores. That seemed to get on his nerves even more. It wasn’t just like this with Anzu, because she was a girl or because she was his girlfriend. Yugi was annoyingly selfless with everyone around him.



And everyone took advantage of it. Everyone was just too selfish to pay it back to Yugi. Even he felt guilty of it from time to time. Yugi was so inordinately kind, it was hard to pay him back. He wished briefly that he had more than just his friendship to offer him. Personal body guard only worked for so much.



“I won! Oh my God Yugi I think I beat my own high score!” She hugged the boy, lifting him off the ground easily. She then gave Yugi another peck on the cheek and gave Jonouchi a glance, frowning when she was he was staring.



“Look away! No peeking!”



“Oh for fuck’s sake!” Jonouchi grumbled.



Yugi winced - he’d never been keen on strong language, or on Jonouchi getting angry.



“It wont be a date...” Jonouchi muttered.



Anzu bit her lip. She did promise Jou he wouldn’t feel like a third wheel, after all.



Yugi stepped away from her, as if he’d done something wrong.



“Well now, you’ve got Yugi all for yourself,” she said, putting her remaining tokens in the palm of his hand before walking past him out of the arcade.



“Pssht... I don’t want them.” Jonouchi muttered. “Here.”



“No, I don’t need them, either. You can keep them for next time. Assuming there’s going to be a next time,” Jonouchi grumbled.



Yugi looked properly devastated.



“It’s not what I meant... Just keep them and give them back to Anzu when you guys come back here on a date.”



“Jonouchi...” Resigned, not daring to insist, Yugi took the tokens. “Let’s go for ice cream,” he said brightly.



“Nah... I’m not hungry.”



“But it’s not real food! Come on!”



Yugi’s good mood was starting to rub on Jonouchi and he didn’t like it.



“Without both Honda and Anzu... it’s just not the same. Forget it. It was a fun night. Somehow. Let’s just go. I probably should be getting home now if I don’t want to piss off my old man.”



“Please? For the tokens. You can’t let me owe you forever. Just some ice cream and then we can go.”



“Okay, I guess. But I’m paying my part,” he conceded.



Yugi clearly didn’t mind who was going to pay or what they were going to eat. He was just happy he could salvage their botched evening.



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Together with Yugi and Jonouchi’s leftover change, there was just enough to buy one item on the menu, so they ended up sharing an ice cream sandwich. They couldn’t very well split it in half, nor eat it with utensils, so it was decided that they’d take turns to bite in the thing until it was gone.



Jonouchi only realized halfway through the sandwich that Yugi wasn’t eating as much as he should.



“Hey, we said we’d split half and half. You’re taking smaller bites.”



“Oops,” Yugi giggled. “I just wanted you to have more!”



“I don’t even like ice cream sandwiches.”



Yugi looked saddened by the trivial news.



“...That much, I mean. Sweets are unmanly.”



“I guess you’ve got to give me your smarties, then.”



“Hey! Smarties don’t count.”



“Whatever.” Yugi chuckled.



The sandwich lay half consumed on the table, nestled in its opened wrapper.



“It’s gonna melt.”



“I know. Really, I want you to have it, Jou.”



“You think a half-eaten ice cream sandwich will fix our friendship, huh?” Jou smirked.



Yugi blushed. “Our friendship isn’t broken. Why would you say that?”



Jonouchi chuckled. “I suppose you are right. I’m just being a selfish delinquent.” He winked.



A few moments of silence passed. Jonouchi looked around to make sure no one was near them. They were still the only ones in the ice cream parlor. “So, have you guys done it?” Jonouchi said in a overly excited whisper that might as well have been spoken.



Yugi froze at Jonouchi’s question. “Done what?”



Jonouchi narrowed his eyes, mimicing the face he makes when he is squinting at mosaics. “You know.” Jonouchi smirked. “With Anzu.”



Yugi’s eyes widened. “Jonouchi! Don’t ask me about that! I mean it’s Anzu!” Yugi waved his arms defensively in front of him.



“Hey she’s girlfriend material, now. I hate to say that, but even though I find her annoying as hell sometimes, she’s hot stuff. Lotsa guys talk about her.” Jonouchi made a motion with his hands like he had large breasts and made a really fake o-face.



Yugi closed his eyes, “Stop it! Ew! I don’t wanna hear about it!”



Jonouchi laughed. “Sorry to have to break it to you, buddy.”



“Don’t call me buddy,” Yugi rebuked gently.



Jonouchi took a bite of the idle sandwich.



“We haven’t done anything yet, I guess,” Yugi confessed.



Jonouchi raised his eyebrows in surprise.



“Hey! I knew you’d be like that! I’m not falling for it next time.”



“But like, you’ve kissed though, right?”



Yugi looked away.



“You guys haven’t even kissed yet?! Come on, everyone’s done that!”



“You’ve never even had a real girlfriend.” Yugi didn’t like where this was going.



“Yeah, well, Mai counts as double if you want my opinion.”



“I don’t want your op-”



“She gave me a handjob once. Just like that.”



“Jonouchi!” Yugi spied their surroundings, afraid they’d be heard by other patrons. There weren’t too many. It was getting late and the mall wasn’t really a popular place to go on Tuesday evenings. “I really didn’t want to know that,” he said in a half whisper. Yugi didn’t want to admit that he was kind of jealous. He wondered what it was like for someone else to touch him there. Yugi swallowed what little spit he had in his mouth. He could feel a slight tightness in his underwear.



“That’s what it’s all about, little man. It’s not about holding hands at the arcade.”



“Anzu’s kissed me lots of times-”



“Cheek doesn’t count, Yugi.”



Judging by Yugi’s defeated look, Jonouchi felt he’d gone too far.



“Meh, it doesn’t matter either way.”



Yugi uncrossed and crossed his legs again.



“Is Mai a good kisser? I’ve always wanted to know.”



Jonouchi blushed at the question. Wished it would just go away and not give away the truth so easily but he couldn’t have hid from Yugi anyway.



“Heh, you shouldn’t have asked me about Anzu if you didn’t wanna pony up the details on Mai,” Yugi said bitterly.



“Look, we weren’t even really... I don’t even know how- … She just gave me a handjob and it felt good, okay?”



Something stirred inside Yugi. He’d hate to feel aroused by that story now that he knew it didn’t have such a happy ending...



“Let’s go home,” Yugi said.



“M’kay.”



They threw away the puddle of soaked cookie and set out for the exit.



“Shit, man, I almost forgot my dad’s home tonight.”



“Oh...” Yugi knew how things could turn out when Jonouchi and his father were together.



“Now my evening’s totally fucked, like, for good.”



“Just don’t go.” Yugi said plainly.



“Easy for you to say.” Jonouchi rolled his eyes.



“No, I’m serious. Come to my place. You know Gramps won’t mind.”



Jonouchi didn’t want to become Yugi’s little charity case. Deep down, he knew that Yugi didn’t mean it that way. “Nah, I’m good. It ain’t so bad.”



They both knew this was a lie.



“Just come! You can shower and have breakfast and everything. We’ll go straight to school and you won’t have to see your father.”



“But wouldn’t Anzu find it weird, though?”



“Oh, I’m sure she won’t mind. If you were a girl then I don’t know, haha.”



“No, wouldn’t she be jealous or something? That she didn’t get to spend the rest of the evening with us...” Jonouchi stopped. He wasn’t sure what he was getting at.



“No really, she wouldn’t mind.” In fact, Yugi had no idea what her thoughts were on the issue. They didn’t really discuss that kind of stuff. Their relationship hadn’t changed too much from when they were friends. Their circle of friends, their activities had remained the same. Except that now they held hands in public and cuddled during movies (but they played video games way more often).



“So you’re coming?” Yugi did the puppy eye thing that no one could resist.



“Augh! Quit nagging me already. I’ll do it. But it’s just to get you to shut up.” Jonouchi ruffled Yugi’s hair for good measure.



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The bus was nearly full, so they couldn’t sit next to each other for the ride home. Yugi stood up two stops before his, walked up to Jonouchi. “We’re getting off soon.”



From his seated position, Jonouchi’s eyes were about at Yugi’s waist. He couldn’t help but notice how thin his was from this unusual viewpoint.



They got off at the busy intersection on which the Kame Game Shop was located. Crossed the street in silence. When they arrived to the backdoor of the building, the one that lead to the Mutou’s home above the shop, Jonouchi had a second thought.



“You’re sure that your Grandpa won’t mind? If he does, I’m fucked. Even if I catch the next bus downtown form here, there won’t be any transfers left for me.” Jonouchi sighed and tried to relax himself despite feeling like he was going to boil over for whatever reason. Whatever he could do to get out of going home was worth it.



“Well... I’ll convince him.” Yugi gave him a sheepish grin.



“Knew it,” Jonouchi muttered in his breath. Yugi either didn’t hear or pretended not to hear.



The stairs were narrow and steep. Jonouchi found himself staring at Yugi’s ass. It was smaller than most girls’. Wait... He looked away.



“Grandpa!” Yugi closed and locked the door behind them. “Grandpa I’m home!” He called out, louder this time. He took his shoes off; Jonouchi did the same.



“There’s pasta in the fridge,” the old man could be heard saying from the other room.



Jonouchi shifted his weight. His stomach growled.



“Thanks Grandpa!” Yugi turned to Jonouchi. “You can have it, I’m not hungry.”



“Tell your Grandpa I’m here,” Jonouchi pressed. He knew how his father would react if he didn’t introduce a guest the moment they set foot in their apartment. Assuming he’d bring anyone over.



“Relax, there’s a way.” Yugi put the pasta in the microwave for Jonouchi to it and handed him a fork before trotting to the living room.



Jonouchi’s stomach wouldn’t let him not open the microwave when it beeped. He sat down at the table and began forking down the spaghetti right away. He didn’t mind the cold patches; it wasn’t until he almost burnt his tongue with the hot ones that he took the time to stir the pasta. It wasn’t the best pasta, but it was good to eat something that he hadn’t cooked himself for once.



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“How was your day?” Sugoroku Mutou was watching Desperate Housewives reruns on TV in his blue fluffy robe.



“Not bad. We didn’t get to play much at the arcade though. Hey, Grandpa...”



The old man’s ‘Can I please...’ senses tingled. “What is it that you want?”



“Can my friend sleep over tonight?”



His grandson couldn’t possibly be asking... “Is it a girl... friend?”



“No, it’s just a friend-friend. A guy,” he specified.



“Oh. You gave me a scare, there. Sure, if you boys want to do your thing. You’re old enough, I can’t tell you what to do anymore. But I’d appreciate if you told me in advance.”



“You’re the best, Grandpa.” Yugi gave him the ritual hug before going back to the kitchen.



He gave Jonouchi a major thumbs up. Jonouchi’s face lit up.



“Awesome, man.” Jonouchi looked noticeably relieved. Much more like the Jonouchi Yugi knew and loved as his best friend. “Awright! So, what do you wanna do?”



“Do you want to play SoulCalibur 3?”



“You suck at that game. You just want to make me feel good and win.” Jonouchi pouted.



“Hey! I’m not super good but I don’t suck!”



“Just stating the truth.”



Yugi raised an eyebrow “Oh really now? I BET I can beat you.”



“What is there to bet? The tokens from earlier? I wouldn’t wanna bet those...” Jonouchi scratched the back of his head trying to think about something they could use to wager.



“Winner gets to pick who sleeps where.”



“I thought I would just sleep on the couch?”



“Nuh-uh. Grandpa just bought a new one. Leather and all. Off-limits.”



“Well I don’t want to sleep in your bed anyway. I mean... It’s your bed,” he repeated as if to make a point. “Especially after knowing you and Anzu haven’t done the nasty.”



“Well p-precisely,” Yugi said, blushing furiously, “you should... sleep in it now while you’ve got the chance before we actually do it.” He was utterly unconvinced by what he’d just said. To him, the idea of having sex with Anzu was a very abstract one, still.



“Whatever. I’m kicking your ass and then I get to tell you where to sleep, you sleep in your own bed, I don’t, and that’s that.”



“Heh.” Yugi merely smirked mischievously as he placed Jonouchi’s empty plate in the sink. They walked to his bedroom and closed the door behind them.



Yugi unplugged the headphones from his television set and set the game station. Jonouchi glanced furtively at the room around him. Dark Magician girl, pictures of their friends, Yugi’s family.



“We’ll sit on my bed.”



“You’ve got a chair.”



“But someone will have to sit on the floor if we do that.”



“I sit on the floor all the time when I game at home,” Jonouchi remarked matter-of-factly.



“Well, it’s my home, so I get to decide.”



Jonouchi frowned.



“Oh come on! It’s just sitting. The sheets were washed this weekend.”



“Right.”



“Fine, just use the chair.”



Yugi sat down on the edge of the bed. It was squished right next to the wall. Jonouchi joined him reluctantly, sitting on the floor, but leaning against the bed, like some sort of compromise. Yugi handed him his controller and sat on the floor next to him.



“You don’t have to.”



“Well I didn’t want to be like, higher than you. It’d be weird.”



“What do you gusy do when Anzu comes over to play?”



“She sits in the chair,” Yugi replied automatically.



They started the game. Jonouchi picked his own usual sword fighter. Yugi picked a custom made, dagger wielding ninja.



“That’s new. Is that Anzu’s?”



“Nope. Anzu plays Ivy.” A scantily clad, strong female fighter with a retractable sword.



“I thought you were hooked on Halo 2.”



“Meh.” Yugi shrugged. He was another person when he played video games. “Best-”



“You’ve been practicing.”



Yugi smirked.



“You little- Damn!” Jonouchi wasn’t so confident, now. And he couldn’t believe Yugi had him trapped!



“Backing up now?”



“Hell no. It’s on. Best twenty out of thirty.”



Yugi whistled in admiration. “Someone’s getting serious!”



“I always am.”



“Haha. And I’m the Queen of England.”



Fifteen fights later (out of twenty plus three that didn’t count), Jonouchi conceded victory to the Queen of England.



“Shit. These daggers are way too fast. Man.”



“We were tied most of the time, actually.” Yugi stood up and stretched.



“I was rusty.”



“Maybe it’s just bad luck. You can’t always blame yourself, Jonouchi.”



“Maybe you’re right.”



Yugi smiled warmly. “Whoa, I’m getting real tired all of a sudden. You can keep playing, with my headphones. I don’t mind. I’m going to sleep.”



“Uh yeah... Speaking about that... We should just share your bed. I mean, if you want to. I’d feel bad if you slept on the floor. Like, really.”



“Are you sure? It’ll be crowded.”



Jonouchi felt relieved that Yugi didn’t actually mind sharing with him, that he didn’t think he was gross or anything. Silly thought to have.



“Yeah. It’s just the one night. Won’t kill us.”



“Yeah. True. I’ll get you some PJ’s before I go to sleep.”



“Uh, I’m not gonna play anymore. I’m tired, too.”



“Okay. Do you want to shower or anything?”



“I dunno... Do I smell?” Jonouchi laughed nervously.



“I wouldn’t have sat next to you the whole time and won if you smelled. Don’t worry.”



“Kay.”



Yugi rummaged through the top drawer of his commode.



“Oh, I usually just sleep in my boxers.”



“Okay. I can get lend you some clean boxers if you’d like.”



Jonouchi remembered how thin Yugi’s waist was. “I don’t think they’d fit. But thanks anyway.”



“We’re about the same aren’t we? Stand up.”



It felt weird to be checked out by Yugi, even though it should feel the same as having your pant size assessed by a jeans salesperson.



Besides, he’d been the one checking Yugi out in the bus.



“Turn around? Yeah, we’re about the same. These are too loose anyway.”



“You’re calling me fat.” He accepted the boxers anyway.



Yugi scoffed. “You’re starting to sound like Anzu.” He walked out of the bedroom with his own stack of PJs.



Jonouchi took off his vest and shirt. His pants. Kept his socks on. Arranged everything in a pile in a corner near the wall and the bed.



He couldn’t bring himself to wear Yugi’s boxers. It was just clothing, but that was a line he couldn’t cross. He folded them anyhow and placed them on top of the dresser, hoping Yugi would only notice tomorrow. He’d probably only offered them out of politeness anyway.



He sat back on the bed. The springs felt sturdy. Good. He patted the pillows. The thicker one was more his type. He’d ask Yugi for it when he comes back.



He wasn’t actually tired.



Yugi came back from the bathroom wearing PJ pants and a T-shirt. “We’ll have to keep quiet. My grandfather went to bed.”



Jonouchi nodded in the darkness.



Yugi turned off the TV and game console.



“Can I have the thicker pillow?” Jonouchi asked.



“Yeah, sure. I think it’s better if you sleep near the wall. I get up a lot at night, and I’d keep waking you if I didn’t sleep on the side.”



“Okay.” Jonouchi slid under the covers. The bed looked wide enough so their bodies wouldn’t be touching if they were careful. Soon enough Yugi joined him. His knee knocked against his hip.



“Sorry.”



“S’okay.”



Yugi closed his eyes.



Jonouchi stayed perfectly still, holding his breath almost. His brain was suddenly more awake than at school when it was supposed to be. Then, Jonouchi had a eureka moment. “You know, I’m starting to think Honda ditched us for Miho.”



“You think?”



“I’m pretty sure of it.”



“Maybe they’re making out right now.” Yugi chuckled nervously.



“Damn...”



“Did you have anyone else? Besides Mai I mean.”



“Nah. I’m waiting for the right one. Haha.” Jonouchi rolled over and hitched himself on his elbows.



“Hm...”



Yugi turned his head and looked at where Jou’s voice was coming from. His eyes weren’t used to the darkness yet. “You...” He turned back and stared up at the invisible ceiling.



“I what?”



Yugi felt like saying it was nothing but felt a sudden wind of courage. “What was it like?”



“What?”



“The... You know. The handjob.”



“Oh. Um... I dunno.”



Yugi turned to Jonouchi again. This time, he could make out his silhouette. He was looking straight ahead of him. Suddenly he didn’t need to know anymore. He tried to chase the images that were flooding his mind. Mai’s hand on Jou’s cock. Yugi never had anyone touch his cock. He’d felt Anzu thigh press against it through the fabric of his jeans when they hugged. But that wasn’t even sexual.



“It was pretty fast actually.” Jonouchi’s voice lowered a notch. “I kept my eyes closed the whole time. We were... Somewhere public. I was kinda nervous actually. Is it stupid that I’m telling you that?”



“No... No. Is it stupid that I wonder what a kiss feels like?”



Silence.



Yugi saw Jonouchi turn to him.



Impulsively Jonouchi’s lips met with Yugi’s. He’d closed in swiftly, but the kiss was soft. So soft, it was barely a kiss. Yugi slightly parted his lips and Jonouchi’s bottom lip, caught between two of his.



Yugi realized he didn’t have to hold his breath. And that he could sort of taste Jonouchi’s breath. Bell peppers and tomato from the pasta dish. Yugi wondered if Jou felt him smile against his lips.



He risked running a tongue against Jou’s bottom lip. To his surprise, Jonouchi licked it back.



Yugi wanted more of this. He dove in deeper.



Jonouchi let him. Jonouchi shifted part of his weight on top of Yugi so that his forearm rested on his chest.



Yugi raised his hands slightly, hesitating.



Then Jonouchi dove into the kiss as well. Yugi brought his hands to Jonouchi’s neck.



Jonouchi parted the kiss. Their noses still touched.



Yugi pulled Jonouchi back in. Dug his fingers into his hair. Frazzled tips from being bleached so much. He started making erratic, circular motions to his scalp. It was warm. A little moist.



Jonouchi returned the kiss, squishing his lips against Yugi’s a bit gauchely.



Yugi hadn’t expected the wetness. And the noises. Even though he did his best to remain silent. It wasn’t the kiss by itself that was as magical as it was made to look like in the movies. It was the pleasant warmth he felt inside his chest, and down... between his legs.



Yugi relaxed his lips rest for a moment, letting Jonouchi pepper them with kisses. He rolled over to the side and felt Jonouchi’s bulge a second too late, a second before it brushed against his own. Electricity rushed to the base of his groin and he couldn’t suppress a moan into the other boy’s mouth.



Jonouchi broke free from the kiss, hitched himself back, retreating completely. Without a word or a sound.



Yugi just remained on his back panting, his hands cradling the void. He laid his arms down on his sides, carefully, as if they were going to break.



Jonouchi stayed perfectly still, in an uncomfortable position. Yugi saw him shake. Or thought he did.



Yugi sit up abruptly. “I’ll... Be right back.” He slipped out of the covers and out of the bedroom.



The bathroom light hurt his eyes. His lips were actually a little bloated where they’d been kissed. Yugi touched the redness around them. His fingers slightly sticky with their mingled saliva. He splashed water in his face and wiped it with the hand towel, then sat on the closed lid of the toilet.



He was hard.



There was no denying it.



He’d never been even close to feeling that when thinking about Anzu or when he was alone with her.



Even his morning wood wasn’t that potent. Yugi knew he wasn’t about to fall asleep anytime soon if he didn’t do anything about it.



He swallowed, then freed his cock from his pants. It felt incredibly sensitive.



Okay, he could do this. He’d done it before. Just not with his best friend on his mind. He closed his eyes and gave a first stroke. It felt good. He tightened his grip and breathed in sharply.



It shouldn’t be feeling so good.



An image of Jonouchi appeared behind his eyelids. Kissing him.



He grabbed his foreskin lightly between his thumb and index, sliding it over the head and forth, intently watching the foreskin engulfing and releasing his glistening glans, wet with precum. He gave a long stroke, from the tip to the bottom and back again. He stopped and exhaled sharply, already on the verge of release but not yet wanting it. He closed his eyes again. God.



He imagined Jonouchi’s body on top of his. His weight. His lips. His hand roaming from his stomach to his inner thigh. Touching him gently with his big callused hands. Some wires crossed in his head and he imagined what Jonouchi’s penis looks like and how it could softly rub up against his.



He resumed his caresses, slowly, softly. He stroked the tip of his cock with his index and slipped his now lubricated fingertip at the base of his glans, pulling back the foreskin. He rubbed his wet finger around in the little nook he felt there. His rock hard penis grew harder, impossibly hard, so hard it hurt, as he grew near the point of no return. Unable to stop, he grabbed his shaft fully, strongly, and started pulling back and forth, feeling the soft skin moving over the hard shaft, swaying his balls in a lilting cadence to the stroke. He stopped breathing as his loins suddenly ached and his groin felt empty, as if caught in a vacuum, and willed himself not to come, not yet, savoring the ache, the calm before the storm, but it lasted only a moment before a hot streamed of semen erupted from his penis, then another. He closed his eyes and grimaced as he climaxed, stroking hard and slow, as if coaxing the last few drops to leave.



He started breathing again, feeling spent and a bit ashamed. He contemplated the sticky discharge on his fingers with a bizarre fascination, as if it didn’t belong to him.



He wiped himself clean with toilet paper, washed his hands twice, splashed more water in his face. The reflection in the mirror made him feel sick. He had no idea what he was going to say to Anzu, if anything at all. It was just a kiss..., Yugi thought.



Now it was more than that.