Yu-Gi-Oh Oneshots!

Idolshipping #2

Aly: *runs into room screaming head off*

JJ: Wut.

Jasmine: Wut.

Chloe/Amanda: 0.0

Aly: Why are they here? *tosses younger siblings out window*

Chloe/Amanda: Eeeee!

JJ: Cause it was Amanda's idea!

Aly: No way!

Jasmine/JJ: Yes way.

Aly: They were the ones who hacked into JJ's account and PMed me and said, "Aly, you should write a ZaneXAtticus lemon!"

JJ: Wait...they hacked my account? *runs out door* CHLOE!!! AMANDA!!!

Aly: *giggles* Actually, that was me. I wanted to keep those three preoccupied.

Jasmine: ....*cough* evil genius *cough*

Aly: Yes. I. Am.

*cringes* Oh boy. What am I doing with my life?

Oh yeah. I'm sitting on the bus, writing Idolshipping lemons.

*cringe*

-three minutes later-

LET'S GET THIS STARTED!!!

Oh, and I'm using Japanese names cause why not.

Contains yaoi and lemons. Don't like, don't read.

In case you don't know, 

Ryo Marafuji = Zane

Fubuki 10join = Atticus

(I'm joking, it's Tenjoin)

"No time, Tenjoin-kun," Ryo muttered as Fubuki waved a deck in fornt of his face.

"Aww, come on, Ryo-kun!" Fubuki pleaded. "You always used to have time for dueling!"

His friend shook his head. "I'm busy building a new deck. I let Sho take over the other one."

"Ryo-kun, please! I'm so bored!"

Ryo sighed. "Go duel Andersen-sama or Asuka-chan."

Suddenly, the blue-haired boy found himself pinned against the wall. "Andersen-sama? You respect him more than me now?"

"Fubuki-kun, I-"

Fubuki cut Ryo off by smashing their lips together. "Respect me, Ryo-dono."

"I-I do Fubuki-kun..." he trailed off as Fubuki's lips moved to his neck, biting gently.

"Not enough. I should get most of your respect. After all, I am your best friend."

Ryo was pretty sure that Fubuki wanted to be more than best friends by his actions. But who's basing Fubuki's feelings on what he was doing to the bluenette? (sarcasm)

"Ah....Fubuki," Ryo whispered, struggling to keep a poker face.

Fubuki pulled away, tugging Ryo to his bed. He crawled on top of the taller boy and settled his head on Ryo's chest.

"I'll have you calling me Fubuki-dono by the time I'm done," he said, sliding a hand up Ryo's loose shirt.

"Fubuki-dono? Really?"

"True respect, Ryo," Fubuki stated simply, pulling the bottom of the shirt up to Ryo's neck.

Ryo felt a shiver go through him as air hit his skin. Fubuki quickly pulled his arms through the sleeves, discarding the shirt quickly. He sat up, straddling Ryo's hips, and discarded both pairs of shoes and socks.