Sad History

Sad History

Warnings: YAOI, PWP, lemons baby.

Pairings: Ryuzaki/Haga

Notes: I know PWP’s don’t generally have sequels but I just could not help myself. This one is the sequel kind of thing to ‘Trained Idiot’, just so ya’ll know.

Thanks: To no one cuz no body I know likes the R/H pairing when I love them together.

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

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It was one month exactly today that Rex’s way of judging people changed, one month exactly that he’d become more settled and calm, one month exactly that he’d discovered he wasn’t just bisexual, but completely gay. And it was raining, again.

Ever since the night at the dock with Haga, Rex was having problems communicating with anyone without dazing off and picturing the bug duelist in their place, and he hadn’t gotten the chance to speak with said ex-rival again since they had woken up that morning. He had disappeared the moment they had boarded their boat back home, and now that they had separated completely Rex was positive they probably wouldn’t ever meet again. So, imagine to his surprise when that night, as he was just relaxing for the evening, his doorbell rang.

Frowning, Rex stood, leaving his newspaper on the coffee table in favor of curiosity to who could be visiting him. For one thing, no one except the people he worked with knew where he lived (and they didn’t like him enough to come to his house personally anyway) and for another thing it was kind of late for someone to want to see him. Unless it was the cops again. Rex shuddered.

He touched the doorknob just as the person hit the bell again, and opened the door only to hold in a gasp of shock. Haga stood there, arms crossed and hair dripping with water as the rain slowly began to fall harder in the background. The one thing that Rex noticed more immediately though, was the fact that the smaller young man was lacking glasses.

Instead of doing or saying anything relating to his surprise though, Rex merely smirked and leant against the door hinge.

“You do realize you are the hardest son of a bitch to track down, don’t you?” Haga commented, obviously trying to hide his nervousness of being there, and Rex grinned a little wider.
”Well, that’s what happens when you don’t particularly want to be found.”

Haga looked visibly relieved, but rather than saying anything else to each other, Rex opened his door a little more in invitation, and the wetter of the two entered silently, a hard lock of eyes passing between them as Haga brushed past his host. They both walked into the den Rex was currently residing in after the door was shut and locked, before said homeowner stopped and turned to his guest.

“Let me get you a towel.” He said, and Haga nodded, watching the taller saunter off down a small hallway.

The bug duelist had to admit, the house was cozy and surprisingly clean, but that’s not what Haga was worrying about. It had taken him weeks to convince himself to look up where Rex lived, and then a couple more weeks to find the courage to actually confront him. He hated being the one to make the first move, but he had that nagging feeling Rex would either forget the whole thing or run chicken shit and not even try to find him. Haga just figured he guessed right and fed off the pride that gave him to boost his self-assurance in this visit.

Rex rushed back out the very next moment, fluffy cotton towel in hand and smiled a small smile as he handed the cloth to Haga. The other duelist took the offering gratefully, and began toweling his hair dry, as well as pat down his clothes firmly, never noticing the way Rex’s eyes kept traveling his body.

“You can sit.” Rex said, noticing the slight awkwardness in Haga’s aura, and took his own seat on the couch. The younger man nodded and sat stiffly next to his host, holding the towel still in his lap and trying to concentrate on the television, failing miserably and knowing Rex was aware of him starring.

“Do you want anything?” Rex asked to break the thick silence, taking some measure of amusement at the slight jerk in Weevil’s form. The boy bit his lip, before nodding slowly.

“Scotch?” He wondered out loud hopefully, and Rex smirked, standing and moving to a small wet bar to their right.

He began sorting through cabinets and the shelves of random bottles before pulling a never been opened fifth of the requested order. He fixed Haga hisnk ank almost subconsciously, used to bartending seeing as how his part time was ove the the local club serving liquor, and turned to look at his collection again. He was suddenly in the mood to be drunk.

Haga watched anxiously, back still straight as he waited almost impatiently. He couldn’t help starring, but it didn’t look like Rex noticed too much, it seemed like he was concentrating more on the drinks, making them both something. When he finally did return, a White Russian in his hand for himself and his guest’s Scotch on Ice in the other he turned the TV off.

“I didn’t know you drank.” Rex mentioned, reseating himself and sipping on the strong liquid.
”Yeah, and I didn’t know you were an alcoholic.” Haga replied sarcastically, almost downing his drink completely, wincing inwardly at the burn in his throat. Rex chuckled lightly.

“No, I only drink occasionally but most of the stuff is to practice with.”
”Practice for what?”
”My second job at ‘Silver Spoon’. The rich bastards down there always ask for the most complicated concoctions.”

Haga grinned slightly, looking down into what was left of his scotch and remembering how much of a lightweight he was when it came to liquor. Shrugging that thought away he swallowed the last of it and set the empty glass on the coffee table silently.

Once the quietness of the atmosphere settled in thick layers around them again Haga began to fidget. He knew how easily he got drunk, and was afraid of what he’d do in a tipsy state, namely to his host whose abnormally calm and confident air was belittling him. He had no idea what to say to his companion, he wanted to tell him he actually missed him, and that he had been searching for him those two days when they were on the boat home as much as Rex had been looking for him. They always seemed to by-pass the other and Weevil had thought that the bed they shared had been forgotten or that Rex regretted it. It hadn’t seemed like that the morning they woke up in the other’s arms, but Haga had always been the pessimist when it came to relationships. He always saw the glass half empty.

Rex continued to watch the boy as he finished his drink, wondering what he was so deep in thought about, and wondering if he was apart of Haga’s musings. He said nothing though, just taking pleasure in watching the rise and fall of his lover’s chest and the very light pink coloring in his cheeks at his apprehension in being here. Rex never realized he made the other tense, and it might have been because of their history that he was a little scared of approaching Rex on a level of intimacy such as this.

The host licked his lips subconsciously, mentally undressing his guest slowly before Haga turned to look at him. Rex snapped his gaze upwards from the boy’s waist to his eyes instead, trying not to make it obvious but he knew he’d been caught. Haga’s blush grew a tint darker.

The bug duelist turned back around and struggled with something, anything to say that would not make this so uneasy. This visit was supposed to make ends meet, not sit and stare at each other all night. He wanted to stay with Rex, but because of all the stress in their past relationship, before that night on the pier, Haga had this queasy sensation in his stomach that he’d come out sounding like an idiot. He fumbled with his words, mouth working a few times but nothing coming out, and he started fidgeting with his hands.

When the couch shifted a few moments later and Haga heard Rex move closer it was on impulse that he opened his mouth rashly, his cheeks taking on a cool pink glow immediately as he moved to say something.

“Look about-…”

The sentence was never finished, as Rex had fully occupied the smaller boy’s mouth with his own. Haga tried for a moment to protest, before he finally gave in and closed his eyes, enjoying the attention that he’d been dreaming about for a month, and relaxed back into the couch when Rex guided him that way. It wasn’t a violent moment, like their first kiss had been, but it wasn’t desperate either, it was actually kind of…romantic.

Rex was being gentle, trying to control his raging hormones as he arranged Haga so that he was still sitting up straight but comfortable against the loveseat as best as he could get him. He was glad that the one lover he had been wanting the most was willing to be with him again, although he had been a little scared at first that Haga didn’t want to do anything when he had made that noise of protest, but that moment seemed to have disappeared.

There was no tongue to the kiss yet, but both participants were fine with the slower pace, seeing as how last time had been a frantic move, an aggressive excursion. Neither Rex nor Haga was trying to rush things this time, not even when Haga’s shirt was slowly unbuttoned and pushed open by the hands of the more dominant partner. The towel slipped unnoticed to the floor from Haga’s lap, as his legs were moved, not apart but closer to Rex as he lay Haga down completely, kissing the paler boy’s collarbone delicately. His soft hands ran along the skin on Haga’s stomach and along his sides as he continued to kiss around his neck, and when said guest sighed contently Rex smiled inwardly.

“I’m sorry, were you saying something?” Rex asked against Haga’s skin sarcastically, and the young man snorted.
”Smart ass.”
”That’s it? Aw, you don’t have to be so kind.”

Haga couldn’t reply when a hand not belonging to him was pressed against his member through his jeans, firmly kneading the organ until Haga began to moan and finally harden at the tender touches. Rex found his pleasure merely watching and listening to his shorter lover, satisfied with the knowledge that his ‘guest’ was enjoying himself.

Without saying anything Rex picked Haga ihis his arms, startling the young man slightly, and carried him slowly through the hallway and towards his bedroom. He wanted to do this right this time, and maybe he’d be able to keep this lover for longer than a few days, like the others had been. Haga didn’t complain, merely wrapped thin arms around Rex’s shoulders and licked at the dominant’s ear, causing tiny shivers to run along Rex’s spine.

Once he had Haga lain out on his king sized bed, shirt open and hanging off his arms, Rex couldn’t refrain from licking his lips once more. Sitting on the edge of the mattress Rex leant over and kissed Haga slowly, easing his tongue into his lover’s mouth as he subconsciously kicked his shoes off before joining the other boy in the rumpled sheets. Of all the things he didn’t take the time to clean, the bed was the one thing Rex never really cared to pay attention to, so the fact that the bed wasn’t made didn’t bother him uch uch as Haga seemed to be ignoring it. When Rex slid in between Haga’s parted thighs though, the smaller of the two huffed out of the current kiss.

“What?” Rex questioned, and Haga rolled his eyes.
”I told you this would happen.”
”What are you mumbling about?”
”Figures you don’t remember. I told you this last time, that either we’d never get this chance or if we did end up together again I’d be on bottom anyway because you’re a power hungry freak.”

Rex laughed, “I do remember that, and yes, I am a very big power hungry freak so you’ll just have to get used to it.”
”If I stay long enough.”

Rex paused at that, and watched the grin slip from Haga’s face as complete seriousness took over. For some reason that statement had hurt, badly, and disappointment, as well as anger seeped into his system.

“What do you mean if you stay long enough?” Rex demanded, trying to stay calm but not succeeding all that well. He saw the blush in Haga’s cheeks fade slightly, but stopped when he saw his partner’s sky blue eyes soften considerably, and waited for an answer from the edgy boy beneath him.

“I don’t know what we plan on doing with this odd relationship Rex, and you may not wish for me to stick around for all that long. I didmeanmean that I didn’t want to stay, because that’s not true, but nothing is real clear yet. I’m sorry if you took that the wrong way.”

Rex would have sighed in relief at his counterpart’s malleable words, but instead leant forward slowly, eyes locked with Haga’s and restarted the kiss from where they had left off, a sort of apology for sounding like a jerk just a moment ago and jumping to conclusions. Haga accepted the silent admission of guilt, and wrapped his arms back around Rex’s neck as his legs moved to do the same to Rex’s waist, both boys enjoying the other’s company and the warmth that embraced them.

Rex broke away and was hesitant to back away from the lips beneath him but eventually did open his eyes to look down at Haga. Without words both young men were stripped of clothing and then pressed back together, skin on skin and tongues dueling once more. Haga gasped though when Rex sat up and straddled his hips instead, leaning down to lick and nibble on the bug duelist’s ear gently.

“What happened to your glasses?” He asked softly.
”I told you I should have gotten contacts, so I did. The glasses bothered me.”

Rex pushed away from the creamy neck to gaze fondly down at his counterpart, a small, warm grin creeping over his face as he thought of words to describe his companion.

“You wouldn’t get grumpy if I told you that without your glasses you’re more beautiful?” Haga smiled at the comment.
”No.” He replied softly, not able to keep the fond grin from his face.
”Good, because I would have told you anyway.”

Again they kissed, Rex’s hand moving to find the small bottle of lotion on his nightstand before he pushed to his knees a little higher, never letting Haga on to what he was doing as he poured the substance on his first three fingers. Once one of his hands was free he wove the fingers into Haga’s hair and pulled his lotion-covered digits around his back to his own entrance and started the process of stretching himself. Maybe they’d get a chance to switch later that night, but right now he wanted to repay Haga for actually caring and taking the initiative in bringing them back together.

Trying to prepare himself was proving difficult, but as long as he got at least some of the make shift lubricant inside himself then some percent of the pain would be gone. When he was sure he was ready he took hold of Haga’s erection and spread the rest of the lotion onto the arousal, firmly squeezing his hand over the throbbing shaft. Haga moaned, before he opened his eyes to look up at Rex, finally figuring out what his host planned to do exactly.

“Rex?”
”I owe you. And I know how to share.”
”But, I’ve never…with another man I mean…what if…”

Rex rolled his eyes at how much younger Haga’s stuttering made him, and kissed him into silence, using his tongue to dance with the other’s.

“Trust me, you can’t do anything wrong with me.”

Haga lost his voice and all the protests died on his lips as Rex positioned his body for the easiest possible penetration, his free thumb stroking the smaller man’s soft cheek as he felt the head of his member start to push inside his body. The slightly older duelist bit his lip; having not been on this side of the equation in a long time, and held his breath before pushing down to just get the initial thrust over with.

Rex restrained a gasp of pain and threw his head back as he sat up most of the way. He didn’t want to make Haga feel like he’d hurt him, and brought his head back up to throw a reassuring look downwards. He smiled widely though when he noticed the vivid look of concentration and the pure lust tainting Haga’s cheeks a deep red as the smaller of the two panted heavily, mouth open and eyes squeezed shut, his thin fingers gripping Rex’s waist tightly.

Haga’s legs moved slightly in the sheets under Rex, whose arms were holding his weight up as he leaned back and rotated his pelvis slowly, having molded to fit and comfortably wrap around Haga’s pulsing member. The temporarily dominant partner groaned and tossed his head, hips jerking upwards inadvertently causing Rex to moan.

Picking up a rhythm quickly Rex leant forward to hold his arms on either side of Haga’s head and locked eyes once more with the young man. Without second thought he leant forward and captured the other’s soft lips, tasting the salty bitterness of sweat and drowning in the presence of his heart. He was thrown off completely when Haga held his hips up and started to control the thrusting, angling himself purposely to torture his prostate, and Rex gasped harshly in shock. Haga gave him no room to talk when he brought their tongues back together, and Rex melted, having never been taken so passionately before. He’d never once felt so submissive in his entire life, and for once he was glad he had decided to share his normal dominance.

It was when Haga flipped their positions though that Rex finally realized that there was more to his partner than he knew, and he couldn’t stop the constant mewling and sobbing that was being persuaded out of him.

Now with his back in the mattress and his hips raised slightly in Haga’s hands Rex clenched his eyes shut. He could feel orgasm at the brink of his sanity, and was trying to reach it without going insane, but the noises Haga made above him, the constant attention he was giving the temporary submissive party was proving to shove Rex too far.

Haga was having trouble keeping control though, as he felt his body snapping towards Rex and his breathing coming in uneven pants. He began to whimper and managed to pry his eyes open to gaze pleadingly down at Rex, who couldn’t figure out what his lover wanted.

“What’s, nng…wrong?” He gasped, starting to shake slightly from the strain in his lower gut. Haga whimpered again,
”I don’t know, I-I just-…” Haga’s thrusting began to slow before he finally reined his body in to stop, long enough to lean down on his elbows over Rex. “It feels…backwards.” He finally admitted, voice low in the embarrassment he felt suddenly.

Rex smirked and reached up, bringing the two together and exploring the other’s mouth again. He clenched his inner muscles around Haga and felt the boy surge, mewling into Rex’s mouth before he began to move back into the pace that had been set.

It was true Haga preferred bottom, but there had been two or three women he’d slept with that he had enjoyed being in control. But maybe that was just because a woman couldn’t have been physically dominant anyway that made the experience seem more straightforward than him being with Rex now. He’d never been on this side with another man before, but feeling the warm insidesRex’Rex’s body quavering against him was proving to be difficult to ignore. He wanted Rex to find his climax first, wanted to see him in the immense pleasure of orgasm and completion before he’d let himself fall.

“Ah, God…” Rex mumbled, heavy breathing nearly blocking out all sound with the exception of skin slapping on skin, his hands pressing hard againhe ohe other’s back and spine, encouraging him to move faster.

When Rex gasped violently, arching back with eyes snapping wide as his body tightened further with the intensity of his orgasm Haga bit his lip. He wanted to enjoy this moment as long as he could, but with the force of Rex compressing down on him harder proved to win out in the end, sending him shooting over into the abyss of bliss with a huge smile on his sweat slicked face.

They both collapsed after that, the smaller of the two having nuzzled his nose into the skin just under Rex’s ear as they both seemed to sigh in unison. It felt like a year before they caught their respective breathing rates, a decade before they got their hearts to slow and a century before Haga found the strength to finally pull himself from the now moist heaven that was his lover’s body.

“Well,” Haga started. “Now I see why you’re the power hungry freak you are.”

Rex chuckled, “Yeah, well, that’s my job so don’t go thinking you’re going to take it from me.”

Haga smiled warmly at the other, and got comfortable as Rex rolled them over and gently tucked Haga’s head under the his chin. It took a while to find them but they eventually got the sheets untangled enough to cover their bodies, and Weevil yawned before nearly falling asleep.

“Will you stay with me?” Rex whispered into Haga’s hair, and the other reopened his sated blue-ish gray eyes.
”Yes, I promise to be here with you koi. But you’re going to have to learn to share a lot more often.”

Rex chuckled, something that sounded like a giggle and closed his eyes. "Thank you butterfly."
"Oh great, that's my pet name? Well, I guess it's better than termite."

Rex laughed softly again, completely relieved and hugged his lover tighter, Haga’s hand resting reassuringly on his lightly sweaty chest. As they readied to fall asleep though, Haga’s tired eye caught sight of something on the side table, and he sat up a little ways. Rex followed, curiously, and turned to look where Haga was.

“What is that?” The smaller of the two asked.
”The mail, why?”

Without another word Haga stood and picked up the package, looking at the top and at the red marker in the corner, hidden the rest of the way by the registration paper. It was a message that the sender didn’t want Rex to see right away, and Haga was surprised he noticed it from a few feet away, but, with a frown towards Rex he lifted the tan colored paper to reveal what was hidden.

Rex sat quietly until his lover gasped and snapped his head towards the bed, the package shaking lightly in his hands as Haga’s mouth worked, looking at Rex with wide eyes before the home owner jumped up to see what had the other in shock.

‘Caught in The Act’ was written in large letters on the top of the thin box, but what was really shocking was the address this thing was sent from. What was obviously a videotape had been mailed to him from Seto Kaiba’s home.

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End

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Sorry, I couldn’t help myself with the fluffy humor thing mix, sprinkled with a lemon (and in case one of you didn’t read the prequel to this the videotape thing is explained in ‘Trained Idiot’, GO READ IT NOW). I don’t know WHAT possessed me to make Haga seme, but I just wanted to try it differently and I love this pairing, they’re so perfect for each other you know? I’m really looking for some constructive critism on this though, and I need someone’s advise on ‘The Lemons of Rain’ because I had this HUGE writer’s block fall right on my freakin’ head a couple weeks ago. Email me if you have any ideas!