Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Behind Blue Eyes: Seto's Story ❯ Day Five: Night Out ( Chapter 18 )
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By: kiokukaiba 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.12.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.6K | Visits: 439 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.12.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.6K | Visits: 439 | Status: Work In Progress
Behind Blue Eyes: Seto’s Story
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Yes, that’s right. Here is yet another chapter of the mirror story. This is the chapter before the rape scene that you all (and myself) are (frighteningly) yearning for. I’ll do my best to update at a better pace than I have been, but college and work are kicking my ass big time.
Disclaimer: Don’t. Own. Jack. Shit.
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Recap:
The moment I finished, arms wrapped around me from behind, “I like you no matter what you wear.”
There was an awkward silence that left me with an uneasy feeling. His arms around me didn’t feel the same as they had before, in fact they felt like. . . they felt so protective, as though he was afraid to let go of me for fear that I would. . . Saki always hugged me the same way. It was that same protective grip and tone of voice.
Why?
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By the time we finally arrived at our destination, the mutt was staring out of the windows of my car, his eyes wide like an excited little kid, his mouth open just enough to show his wonder. If he really was a dog, he’d be wagging his tail a mile a minute.
Our choice of transportation was somewhat of an attention-grabber, but it really wasn’t out of the ordinary to me. Katsuya, however, was in awe about that as well. He probably felt like a celebrity or something. I will never understand why on Earth people crave that kind of attention; I can’t stand it.
The blond insisted upon us wearing sunglasses. I felt stupid wearing them since it was nearly sunset, but he told me that by covering my eyes, people wouldn’t recognize me. I suppose that it worked, since I didn’t even hear my name whispered among the crowd that eyed us as we emerged from my limousine.
For a punk, Jou sure did clean up well. In fact, he looked great in my clothes. I was a little shocked when my shoes fit him perfectly, I was almost certain that his feet were bigger than mine, considering how clumsy he was and all. I would have to redo his wardrobe whenever I got bored enough.
There was a line at the door that must have wrapped around the building and the large man blocking the entrance didn’t appear to be moving anytime soon. Hmm. . . what to do, what to do? I eyed the filthy whores flashing their fake chests at him, and even that wouldn’t make him budge. What kind of straight man could resist that? Unless. . .
“Aw man!” Katsuya whined, “Do we have to wait in that line?”
“I may be rich, but I’m not a celebrity. . . not exactly anyways. However. . .” I looked back at the bouncer, who just eyed the crowd like some sort of government official. I felt a smile crawl upon my lips by accident, “Stay here.” I moved toward the man at the door and the puppy stayed put just like I ordered him to. What a good boy.
I had come to a conclusion and could only hope that my instincts would serve me well, just as they always had. The only kind of man that wouldn’t go for breasts would be a man that doesn’t like women. So. . . he would like men, right? Hey, call me crazy, but I sure as hell wasn’t about to wait in a line with a bunch of human trash.
As I approached the burly man I could see his eyes looking me up and down. Was he trying to size me up for a fight or was he checking me out? It was hard to tell with people like him. Ugh, I sound like such a professional, but. . . I guess that I kind of am. . .
He was a little taller than me, and significantly wider than me, so I was sure to keep my guard up. Jounouchi would come help if he tried anything though, right? Of course he would. He made a promise to protect me, and Jou wasn’t the type to go back on his word. . . not that I would need protecting or anything. What had gotten into me recently? Normally I am so sure of myself and my ability to fight, but ever since this project began. . .
Anyways, the big guy was eyeing me as I approached him, and once I got close enough I could tell that he was going to be quite friendly.
“Let me guess, you want me to let you skip the line, right?” He arched a brow at me, his stance of mock-intelligence not fooling anyone.
“Not without something in exchange, of course.” I countered, tilting my head to the side. If there was one thing that I had a knack for, it was persuading people. I run a business after all, and sometimes buyers need a little bit of persuasion before you can make off with their money.
His laugh was gruff and sent a chill down my spine, “Now you’re speakin’ my language.” His hand rose up to run along my face. I almost pulled away, that is until I found myself entrapped by the arm he managed to snake around my waist. I did my best to appear cool and collected, even though my brain was screaming at me to knee him in the groin. I flashed the seductive smile that I had mastered long ago and allowed for him to hold me that way. As long as Katsuya didn’t play hero and slug the guy in the face, I’d be able to get the two of us inside in no time at all.
The puppy was a good boy after all, and didn’t say a word or even approach me, I wondered what might be going through his head; did this situation even bother him at all?
Reaching down into my impossibly-small pocket, I pulled out a few bills, freeing one of the one-hundreds and casually shoving it down the bouncers pocket, making sure to run my hand along his massive thigh. There was something all-too familiar about it all, but I pushed the thought to the back of my head.
Rather than allowing me to pass, the giant just flashed a creepy smile and with that massive, rough, filthy hand of his. . . proceeded to grab my ass. I couldn’t help but let out a noise. No onemy ass except. . . uh, no one grabs my ass. I allowed a look of disgust to cross my features and worried that it might diminish my chances of getting Jou and I inside, but the man stepped aside to allow me passage.
As if by some sort of cue, Katsuya began to follow me inside.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going, blondie?”
Uh oh. I turned around to find that the bouncer had grabbed Jounouchi by the arm to keep him from coming with me. In a few swift steps I was at my partner’s side (partner? I suppose so. . .) And draping my arm over his shoulders, “He’s with me.” I leaned my head against his. I think my heart began to beat a little faster. Was it this situation, or. . .
“Lucky bastard.” The ogre (ah, I crack myself up) muttered under his breath. I was tempted to reply with ‘yes I am’, but decided against it as I grabbed Katsuya’s hand, our fingers intertwining as we hurried inside.
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It was mostly dark inside, the only sources of light being the neon rope lights that seemed to outline everything and the pendant lighting that hung invitingly over the bar. I hadn’t had a drink in what seemed like forever. Perhaps it would be the perfect night to get something. Wine, daiquiri, margarita. . . oh, the last time I went to this particular place I had a wonderful martini. . .
“They aren’t checking IDs.” Jounouchi pointed out, pushing his sunglass on top of his head. What a good idea, it would probably be easier to see without them.
“That’s because this place is supposed to be for people that are 21 or older.” I pushed my glasses to rest on top of my head. “That means that they won’t card anyone in here. We were supposed to get carded at the door, but we didn’t because-”
“Because you’re fucking hot.” I was a bit shocked by his interruption, but he didn’t seem to notice. “I’m so glad that you’re all mine!” His voice was loud. Was he trying to attract everyone’s attention? Without any sort of warning, he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against him. . . in public.
“Jounouchi?” I could only blink repeatedly, as the rest of my body recovered from shock.
“Jounouchi?” He returned, sounding a bit unhappy.
“Katsuya. . .” I corrected with a whisper, “What are you doing?” What on Earth was he thinking? We were out in public and he was being even more perverted than usual! And yet. . . it didn’t bother me as much as I expected it to. . .
“Think of this as security.” He smirked, dipping me down with one arm and brushing my hair out of my eyes with the other.
The rest of the room was a blur to me. I could see silhouettes of the mass of people around us, but they were faceless and silent. There was only one person here with me and that was Katsuya.
“Can I?” He asked, and I wondered what he meant, but had no time to question him as my inquiry was interrupted by his greedy mouth. I say his mouth was greedy, but a part of me wondered if I really meant my own. I put up a fight but realized that I had to force my body to protest and thus gave in to what my heart really wanted.
My eyes closed all on their own and I didn’t care who was watching anymore. I surprised myself when I gave his tongue permission to explore my mouth, but I certainly didn’t regret such a decision. Jounouchi Katsuya is a wonderful kisser. Well there’s something I never thought I’d say.
By the time we were standing upright again, the faces and voices around me came into existence and their whistling and hollering made my cheeks burn.
“That wasn’t necessary.” I informed the puppy, turning away from him. Upon coming face-to-face with the crowd around us I turned back toward him, blushing even harder than before.
“But you liked it.” He grinned, pulling me close. Was he a mind reader?
“But it wasn’t necessary.” I repeated, laying my hands flat on his chest in an attempt to push him away. Now he was just trying to embarrass me.
“But you liked it.”
I sighed, wriggling out of his arms at last, “You’re really weird.”
“You like that, too.” He grinned and I couldn’t keep myself from returning the smile. Yeah, I do like that about him.
“Come on blondie,” I teased, “Let’s go get a drink, this place has some of the best martinis.” I grabbed his hand again, but he was quick to shake me off. A pain shot through my chest, an upset expression likely showing on my face.
“I’d rather not.”
Oh, that’s right. With a father that is constantly drinking and participating in promiscuous activities due to alcohol, it wasn’t such a shock that Jou didn’t want to drink. He didn’t want to become like his father. “Sorry, I forgot.” I bit my bottom lip for being so forgetful, “Well you can go find a table for us while I get a drink.” I wasn’t going to come to a club without getting a drink.
“Do you have to drink?”
Did I have to? Sometimes alcohol was the only thing that kept me sane. Many times when Gozaburo invited clients over he allowed me to have a drink with them. I’d purposely get myself drunk just so I didn’t have to truly experience what I knew was to come later in the evening. I took great comfort in drinking.
“Yes.” I answered, before heading toward the bar. I could feel not only Katsuya’s eyes, but many other pairs of eyes on me as I went. I held my head high, trying to appear out of their league. It usually worked, and would likely work this time as well. The fact that Jou claimed me very publicly the moment we came in would certainly help as well.
I made it to the bar without incident, but the eyes were still present. If there was one feeling that I hated more than anything it was the feeling of being watched.
“What can I get for you, pretty boy?” The bartender winked an eye at me, flashing his bleached teeth.
“Martini.” I stated simply, probably appearing paranoid the way I was constantly watching my surroundings.
“Any particular flavor?”
“Surprise me. In fact, give me two of them.” I smirked a little to myself and then lifted my eyes to stare at the bar tender, who looked a little confused. “Is there a problem?” My lips fell to a frown in order to display my agitation. I hate having to wait.
“Two? I don’t think you can hold that much alcohol.” He arched a brow at me while beginning the process of mixing my drinks.
I smiled to myself, “I know.” There was a chance that I would get at least a little bit drunk. I could always fake being drunk if I had to. Drunks can be very vulnerable, and that would be tempting for a pervert. If Jou was going to do anything, he’d do it when I wasn’t at my full mental capacity.
“Hey, check out that guy trying to pick up the blond over there.” Some man said loudly, pointing his finger off towards the tables. Naturally my curiosity got the best of me and I turned to look. It was some blue-haired creep and. . . wait a minute. That’s myblond!
“Here are your drinks, sir.” The bartender slid the two glasses across the counter toward me.
“Yeah, yeah, thanks.” I threw forty bucks at him and moved as quickly as possible, carefully so as to not spill my drinks, over to where Katsuya was being harassed. It sounded like I had come in towards the end of the conversation. The other man was leaning toward my puppy, his body practically sprawled across the table.
“Well I bet your boyfriend couldn’t please you like I could.” The offender licked his lips, pissing me off even more.
“I beg to differ.” My sudden entrance startled the freak and caused him to sit straight up in his chair. I pulled another stool up and placed it as close to Jou as physically possible. “I could suck a bowling ball through a straw.” I winked. What in the hell was I doing? Well yeah, I probably was that good, but why was I advertising it. Both men were staring at me with a look of shock on their faces. “So then,” I continued, “If you’re done trying to pick up my puppy, you can leave.” The man didn’t budge and it took everything I had not to punch him in his ugly face. “Perhaps I should put this in terms that even someone with a tiny brain like you can understand. . . fuck off.” Needless to say, he left promptly.
“Damn. . .” Came Jounouchi’s voice finally. He sounded impressed.
I sat my drinks down on the table after realizing that I was still holding them.
“I said I didn’t want anything.” Jou reminded me as though I had forgotten.
“Who said one of these was for you?” I raised an eyebrow, “Saves me from having to make another trip when my first one is gone, right?” Sounded logical enough to me. I couldn’t exactly say ‘I’m trying to get drunk to see if you’ll try to screw me’ now could I? I sipped out of one while watching the crowd try to dance. Hmm. . . this one had a slight citrus flavor. That’s different.
“You’re not going to get drunk, are you?” He sounded a little scared, and I felt somewhat guilty for concocting such a plan.
“No.” I lied, then changed my answer, “Well, maybe. . .” I scrunched up my face. What if I really diddrunk? That could get ugly. “Hmm, take this just in case.” I pulled out my cell phone and placed it in his hand, “The driver is number 3 on speed dial.” I smirked, taking another drink.
“Who’s number 2?” He asked.
I gave him a look that said ‘duh’, “Mokuba.” Who else would be at the top of my list? I took another sip, this time bigger than the other two. I really did like the martinis at this place. Throwing my head back, I downed the remainder of the liquid so that I could hurry up the process. Wow, I never thought I’d be trying to get myself in the position of ‘drunk boyfriend’.
“Slow down!” Katsuya yelled, grabbing my arm and pulling it away from my face. I had already finished the drink. . . and quite possibly taken a bite out of the olive. . . “Are you supposed to eat that?” He asked, shoving the full glass away from me and thinking I wouldn’t notice.
“I don’t think so.” I admitted, wondering if it would make me sick or not. I leaned forward to grab the other one, “Give that back.”
“How much alcohol can you hold?”
“Not sure. Let’s find out, shall we?” I grinned, grasping the second glass.
“I don’t want to find out.”
“Oh come on! What’s the worst thing that could happen?” I sipped at the fresh drink.
“You could shoot yourself in the head.” He turned away from me quickly.
“What?” I asked, hearing the shaking in my own voice. Shoot myself in the head? Where the fuck did that come from? Had I ever said anything to him that would make him. . . the only thing that would. . . had he gone through my things when we were at my house? No, he wouldn’t do that. . . would he?
“Nothing.” He muttered, obviously not willing to discuss the matter further. He leaned against me. “I love you.”
I held the cup away from my face and let the words sink in. “Love. . .” I said aloud. Did he really love me? I’d likely find out soon enough. “Heh, love. . .” The way the word rolled off my tongue. . . it felt so cheap. How many times had I heard that word? Countless times. I tilted my head back, downing the remainder of my martini. “Let’s go dance!” I yelled, beginning my act. I took off toward the dance floor, ready to begin my mission.
The lighted dance floor was crowded, but the dancers made room for us when they spotted us approaching. Dancing really wasn’t my thing, but drunks never cared about stuff like that. “Just let your body move with the music.” I told Jou, but was really telling myself. I began to sway, feeling stupid for it the entire time. He just stared at me in awe like I was so wonderful. The way he always looked at me. . . with that expression.
“I can’t dance.” He finally told me, lowering his eyes.
“Anyone can dance.” I smiled at him, all the while trying to keep up my facade. I moved my body in more sluggish motions, “Just move your body, Katsuuuuya.” Wow that sounded stupid. . . and yet so perfect. “Katsuuuuya.” I repeated, giggling like a freak before running away toward the bar again.
“Where are you going?!” I heard him yell, but I had no intention of turning back.
Apparently my act was a good one, for all of the guys that had left me alone before were now starting to swarm. While the bartender was hesitantly mixing another drink for me, numerous men would try to flirt with me, and of course I had to go along with it. I was starting to feel a little dizzy. . .
Three large men approached me, and I tried to glare at them, but somehow I just couldn’t do it. The lights were suddenly very bright and the level of noise seemed to keep growing. I could feel hands on my face and legs and I wanted to swat them away, I wanted to yell at whoever was touching me, but my punches didn’t make contact and my words refused to come. What the hell was going on?
The next thing I knew, I was on the floor leaning against the bar and watching Katsuya and some other guys beating some drunks up. I clapped my hands to cheer them on, but Katsuya looked at me like I was crazy. . . I wonder why. He made a phone call after he beat up the bad guys and kept on looking at me. Was I hurt? My stomach certainly didn’t feel so great, and those lights. . . ugh.
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Apparently Katsuya decided that I couldn’t walk anymore and threw me over his shoulder. I didn’t really mind being carried out to the limousine though because it was kind of fun. I had to close my eyes to keep from throwing up. When we got into the car, he tried to make me sit up in the seat, but I really wanted to lay down, so he let me lay across the back seat with my head in his lap.
It was so familiar. . . I remember a day when it was cool outside and the leaves were just beginning to turn colors. I was a little bit tired and wanted to lay down. . . he let me lay my head in his lap. I remember looking up at his face and. . . and what?
I gazed at the face that was now staring down at me. “Beautiful. . .” I whispered, reaching up and wrapping my hand around some of his pretty hair. “I like blond hair. That’s why I like you so much, Satoshi. I like blond hair. Brown eyes too. Big brown eyes. I like big brown eyes like yours, Satoshi.”
The face above me looked very sad and afraid, “Seto, I’m Jounouchi! I’m Jounouchi Katsuya!” I could feel his hands on my face, and that was familiar too.
I dropped my hand. He wasn’t Satoshi, and we weren’t outside. “Oh, that’s right. You look a lot like Satoshi, Katsuya. That’s why I like you Katsuya. I like Satoshi, so I like you.” I smiled. Katsuya really was so beautiful. I love him. “But. . .” I closed my eyes. I was getting so tired. “I think I like you better, Katsuya. I like fools. . . I like fools like me, Katsuya. . . fools like me. . .”
The darkness that followed was so inviting, with Katsuya’s face being the last vision before my slumber.
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When I finally awoke my dizziness had gone away and I was lying on a bed; Jounouchi’s bed. So we had made it back to his apartment alright, but had anything happened while I was asleep? I turned my head toward the door when I heard someone in that direction, a damp rag falling off of my forehead. Had Katsuya put there? He really was so thoughtful. Speaking of Katsuya, he was just about to leave the room. This was the perfect opportunity. I chuckled from my place on the bed to get his attention and then leaned up on one elbow.
“Where are you going?” I questioned, narrowing my eyes until they were half-lidded, “Aren’t we going to play? Don’t you want to play Katsuya?” I knew the seduction act all-too well. I laughed deliriously, still playing my role as the drunk boyfriend. I threw back my head, “Come, Katsuya, let’s play a game.” I sat up this time, sitting on my calves and making sure to spread my legs. I ran one hand up and down my throat while my other hand teased my thighs. “Come on, don’t be shy.” I knew this act like the back of my hand. It was disgusting how well I fell back into the routine. Disgusting.
I could tell how frustrated he was. He was licking his lips repeatedly and swallowing harder than usual. His hands kept curling into fists and then uncurling. He suddenly shook his head. “N-no!” He yelled, “I know that it isn’t you doing this, Seto! Don’t worry, I won’t let myself give in to this!”
I smiled. So he passed the test. “Thanks, Katsuya.” I fell back to the mattress, falling back into sleep.
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I thought that I wouldn’t finish it tonight, but I did! Hooray for me! By the way, the part where Seto is drunk is obviously quick and to the point. I don’t know about any of you, but I’ve never heard of a drunk having flowery thoughts. Seto falls into a child-like state, and writing that part was actually amusing, haha! Anyways, enjoy yourselves!
I’m already working on the next chapter of Behind Blue Eyes, but I don’t know which story will have a new chapter next. Those that check the forum will be the ones to know! Until next time, have fun! Don’t forget to leave me lovely messages and reviews!
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Yes, that’s right. Here is yet another chapter of the mirror story. This is the chapter before the rape scene that you all (and myself) are (frighteningly) yearning for. I’ll do my best to update at a better pace than I have been, but college and work are kicking my ass big time.
Disclaimer: Don’t. Own. Jack. Shit.
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Recap:
The moment I finished, arms wrapped around me from behind, “I like you no matter what you wear.”
There was an awkward silence that left me with an uneasy feeling. His arms around me didn’t feel the same as they had before, in fact they felt like. . . they felt so protective, as though he was afraid to let go of me for fear that I would. . . Saki always hugged me the same way. It was that same protective grip and tone of voice.
Why?
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By the time we finally arrived at our destination, the mutt was staring out of the windows of my car, his eyes wide like an excited little kid, his mouth open just enough to show his wonder. If he really was a dog, he’d be wagging his tail a mile a minute.
Our choice of transportation was somewhat of an attention-grabber, but it really wasn’t out of the ordinary to me. Katsuya, however, was in awe about that as well. He probably felt like a celebrity or something. I will never understand why on Earth people crave that kind of attention; I can’t stand it.
The blond insisted upon us wearing sunglasses. I felt stupid wearing them since it was nearly sunset, but he told me that by covering my eyes, people wouldn’t recognize me. I suppose that it worked, since I didn’t even hear my name whispered among the crowd that eyed us as we emerged from my limousine.
For a punk, Jou sure did clean up well. In fact, he looked great in my clothes. I was a little shocked when my shoes fit him perfectly, I was almost certain that his feet were bigger than mine, considering how clumsy he was and all. I would have to redo his wardrobe whenever I got bored enough.
There was a line at the door that must have wrapped around the building and the large man blocking the entrance didn’t appear to be moving anytime soon. Hmm. . . what to do, what to do? I eyed the filthy whores flashing their fake chests at him, and even that wouldn’t make him budge. What kind of straight man could resist that? Unless. . .
“Aw man!” Katsuya whined, “Do we have to wait in that line?”
“I may be rich, but I’m not a celebrity. . . not exactly anyways. However. . .” I looked back at the bouncer, who just eyed the crowd like some sort of government official. I felt a smile crawl upon my lips by accident, “Stay here.” I moved toward the man at the door and the puppy stayed put just like I ordered him to. What a good boy.
I had come to a conclusion and could only hope that my instincts would serve me well, just as they always had. The only kind of man that wouldn’t go for breasts would be a man that doesn’t like women. So. . . he would like men, right? Hey, call me crazy, but I sure as hell wasn’t about to wait in a line with a bunch of human trash.
As I approached the burly man I could see his eyes looking me up and down. Was he trying to size me up for a fight or was he checking me out? It was hard to tell with people like him. Ugh, I sound like such a professional, but. . . I guess that I kind of am. . .
He was a little taller than me, and significantly wider than me, so I was sure to keep my guard up. Jounouchi would come help if he tried anything though, right? Of course he would. He made a promise to protect me, and Jou wasn’t the type to go back on his word. . . not that I would need protecting or anything. What had gotten into me recently? Normally I am so sure of myself and my ability to fight, but ever since this project began. . .
Anyways, the big guy was eyeing me as I approached him, and once I got close enough I could tell that he was going to be quite friendly.
“Let me guess, you want me to let you skip the line, right?” He arched a brow at me, his stance of mock-intelligence not fooling anyone.
“Not without something in exchange, of course.” I countered, tilting my head to the side. If there was one thing that I had a knack for, it was persuading people. I run a business after all, and sometimes buyers need a little bit of persuasion before you can make off with their money.
His laugh was gruff and sent a chill down my spine, “Now you’re speakin’ my language.” His hand rose up to run along my face. I almost pulled away, that is until I found myself entrapped by the arm he managed to snake around my waist. I did my best to appear cool and collected, even though my brain was screaming at me to knee him in the groin. I flashed the seductive smile that I had mastered long ago and allowed for him to hold me that way. As long as Katsuya didn’t play hero and slug the guy in the face, I’d be able to get the two of us inside in no time at all.
The puppy was a good boy after all, and didn’t say a word or even approach me, I wondered what might be going through his head; did this situation even bother him at all?
Reaching down into my impossibly-small pocket, I pulled out a few bills, freeing one of the one-hundreds and casually shoving it down the bouncers pocket, making sure to run my hand along his massive thigh. There was something all-too familiar about it all, but I pushed the thought to the back of my head.
Rather than allowing me to pass, the giant just flashed a creepy smile and with that massive, rough, filthy hand of his. . . proceeded to grab my ass. I couldn’t help but let out a noise. No onemy ass except. . . uh, no one grabs my ass. I allowed a look of disgust to cross my features and worried that it might diminish my chances of getting Jou and I inside, but the man stepped aside to allow me passage.
As if by some sort of cue, Katsuya began to follow me inside.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going, blondie?”
Uh oh. I turned around to find that the bouncer had grabbed Jounouchi by the arm to keep him from coming with me. In a few swift steps I was at my partner’s side (partner? I suppose so. . .) And draping my arm over his shoulders, “He’s with me.” I leaned my head against his. I think my heart began to beat a little faster. Was it this situation, or. . .
“Lucky bastard.” The ogre (ah, I crack myself up) muttered under his breath. I was tempted to reply with ‘yes I am’, but decided against it as I grabbed Katsuya’s hand, our fingers intertwining as we hurried inside.
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It was mostly dark inside, the only sources of light being the neon rope lights that seemed to outline everything and the pendant lighting that hung invitingly over the bar. I hadn’t had a drink in what seemed like forever. Perhaps it would be the perfect night to get something. Wine, daiquiri, margarita. . . oh, the last time I went to this particular place I had a wonderful martini. . .
“They aren’t checking IDs.” Jounouchi pointed out, pushing his sunglass on top of his head. What a good idea, it would probably be easier to see without them.
“That’s because this place is supposed to be for people that are 21 or older.” I pushed my glasses to rest on top of my head. “That means that they won’t card anyone in here. We were supposed to get carded at the door, but we didn’t because-”
“Because you’re fucking hot.” I was a bit shocked by his interruption, but he didn’t seem to notice. “I’m so glad that you’re all mine!” His voice was loud. Was he trying to attract everyone’s attention? Without any sort of warning, he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against him. . . in public.
“Jounouchi?” I could only blink repeatedly, as the rest of my body recovered from shock.
“Jounouchi?” He returned, sounding a bit unhappy.
“Katsuya. . .” I corrected with a whisper, “What are you doing?” What on Earth was he thinking? We were out in public and he was being even more perverted than usual! And yet. . . it didn’t bother me as much as I expected it to. . .
“Think of this as security.” He smirked, dipping me down with one arm and brushing my hair out of my eyes with the other.
The rest of the room was a blur to me. I could see silhouettes of the mass of people around us, but they were faceless and silent. There was only one person here with me and that was Katsuya.
“Can I?” He asked, and I wondered what he meant, but had no time to question him as my inquiry was interrupted by his greedy mouth. I say his mouth was greedy, but a part of me wondered if I really meant my own. I put up a fight but realized that I had to force my body to protest and thus gave in to what my heart really wanted.
My eyes closed all on their own and I didn’t care who was watching anymore. I surprised myself when I gave his tongue permission to explore my mouth, but I certainly didn’t regret such a decision. Jounouchi Katsuya is a wonderful kisser. Well there’s something I never thought I’d say.
By the time we were standing upright again, the faces and voices around me came into existence and their whistling and hollering made my cheeks burn.
“That wasn’t necessary.” I informed the puppy, turning away from him. Upon coming face-to-face with the crowd around us I turned back toward him, blushing even harder than before.
“But you liked it.” He grinned, pulling me close. Was he a mind reader?
“But it wasn’t necessary.” I repeated, laying my hands flat on his chest in an attempt to push him away. Now he was just trying to embarrass me.
“But you liked it.”
I sighed, wriggling out of his arms at last, “You’re really weird.”
“You like that, too.” He grinned and I couldn’t keep myself from returning the smile. Yeah, I do like that about him.
“Come on blondie,” I teased, “Let’s go get a drink, this place has some of the best martinis.” I grabbed his hand again, but he was quick to shake me off. A pain shot through my chest, an upset expression likely showing on my face.
“I’d rather not.”
Oh, that’s right. With a father that is constantly drinking and participating in promiscuous activities due to alcohol, it wasn’t such a shock that Jou didn’t want to drink. He didn’t want to become like his father. “Sorry, I forgot.” I bit my bottom lip for being so forgetful, “Well you can go find a table for us while I get a drink.” I wasn’t going to come to a club without getting a drink.
“Do you have to drink?”
Did I have to? Sometimes alcohol was the only thing that kept me sane. Many times when Gozaburo invited clients over he allowed me to have a drink with them. I’d purposely get myself drunk just so I didn’t have to truly experience what I knew was to come later in the evening. I took great comfort in drinking.
“Yes.” I answered, before heading toward the bar. I could feel not only Katsuya’s eyes, but many other pairs of eyes on me as I went. I held my head high, trying to appear out of their league. It usually worked, and would likely work this time as well. The fact that Jou claimed me very publicly the moment we came in would certainly help as well.
I made it to the bar without incident, but the eyes were still present. If there was one feeling that I hated more than anything it was the feeling of being watched.
“What can I get for you, pretty boy?” The bartender winked an eye at me, flashing his bleached teeth.
“Martini.” I stated simply, probably appearing paranoid the way I was constantly watching my surroundings.
“Any particular flavor?”
“Surprise me. In fact, give me two of them.” I smirked a little to myself and then lifted my eyes to stare at the bar tender, who looked a little confused. “Is there a problem?” My lips fell to a frown in order to display my agitation. I hate having to wait.
“Two? I don’t think you can hold that much alcohol.” He arched a brow at me while beginning the process of mixing my drinks.
I smiled to myself, “I know.” There was a chance that I would get at least a little bit drunk. I could always fake being drunk if I had to. Drunks can be very vulnerable, and that would be tempting for a pervert. If Jou was going to do anything, he’d do it when I wasn’t at my full mental capacity.
“Hey, check out that guy trying to pick up the blond over there.” Some man said loudly, pointing his finger off towards the tables. Naturally my curiosity got the best of me and I turned to look. It was some blue-haired creep and. . . wait a minute. That’s myblond!
“Here are your drinks, sir.” The bartender slid the two glasses across the counter toward me.
“Yeah, yeah, thanks.” I threw forty bucks at him and moved as quickly as possible, carefully so as to not spill my drinks, over to where Katsuya was being harassed. It sounded like I had come in towards the end of the conversation. The other man was leaning toward my puppy, his body practically sprawled across the table.
“Well I bet your boyfriend couldn’t please you like I could.” The offender licked his lips, pissing me off even more.
“I beg to differ.” My sudden entrance startled the freak and caused him to sit straight up in his chair. I pulled another stool up and placed it as close to Jou as physically possible. “I could suck a bowling ball through a straw.” I winked. What in the hell was I doing? Well yeah, I probably was that good, but why was I advertising it. Both men were staring at me with a look of shock on their faces. “So then,” I continued, “If you’re done trying to pick up my puppy, you can leave.” The man didn’t budge and it took everything I had not to punch him in his ugly face. “Perhaps I should put this in terms that even someone with a tiny brain like you can understand. . . fuck off.” Needless to say, he left promptly.
“Damn. . .” Came Jounouchi’s voice finally. He sounded impressed.
I sat my drinks down on the table after realizing that I was still holding them.
“I said I didn’t want anything.” Jou reminded me as though I had forgotten.
“Who said one of these was for you?” I raised an eyebrow, “Saves me from having to make another trip when my first one is gone, right?” Sounded logical enough to me. I couldn’t exactly say ‘I’m trying to get drunk to see if you’ll try to screw me’ now could I? I sipped out of one while watching the crowd try to dance. Hmm. . . this one had a slight citrus flavor. That’s different.
“You’re not going to get drunk, are you?” He sounded a little scared, and I felt somewhat guilty for concocting such a plan.
“No.” I lied, then changed my answer, “Well, maybe. . .” I scrunched up my face. What if I really diddrunk? That could get ugly. “Hmm, take this just in case.” I pulled out my cell phone and placed it in his hand, “The driver is number 3 on speed dial.” I smirked, taking another drink.
“Who’s number 2?” He asked.
I gave him a look that said ‘duh’, “Mokuba.” Who else would be at the top of my list? I took another sip, this time bigger than the other two. I really did like the martinis at this place. Throwing my head back, I downed the remainder of the liquid so that I could hurry up the process. Wow, I never thought I’d be trying to get myself in the position of ‘drunk boyfriend’.
“Slow down!” Katsuya yelled, grabbing my arm and pulling it away from my face. I had already finished the drink. . . and quite possibly taken a bite out of the olive. . . “Are you supposed to eat that?” He asked, shoving the full glass away from me and thinking I wouldn’t notice.
“I don’t think so.” I admitted, wondering if it would make me sick or not. I leaned forward to grab the other one, “Give that back.”
“How much alcohol can you hold?”
“Not sure. Let’s find out, shall we?” I grinned, grasping the second glass.
“I don’t want to find out.”
“Oh come on! What’s the worst thing that could happen?” I sipped at the fresh drink.
“You could shoot yourself in the head.” He turned away from me quickly.
“What?” I asked, hearing the shaking in my own voice. Shoot myself in the head? Where the fuck did that come from? Had I ever said anything to him that would make him. . . the only thing that would. . . had he gone through my things when we were at my house? No, he wouldn’t do that. . . would he?
“Nothing.” He muttered, obviously not willing to discuss the matter further. He leaned against me. “I love you.”
I held the cup away from my face and let the words sink in. “Love. . .” I said aloud. Did he really love me? I’d likely find out soon enough. “Heh, love. . .” The way the word rolled off my tongue. . . it felt so cheap. How many times had I heard that word? Countless times. I tilted my head back, downing the remainder of my martini. “Let’s go dance!” I yelled, beginning my act. I took off toward the dance floor, ready to begin my mission.
The lighted dance floor was crowded, but the dancers made room for us when they spotted us approaching. Dancing really wasn’t my thing, but drunks never cared about stuff like that. “Just let your body move with the music.” I told Jou, but was really telling myself. I began to sway, feeling stupid for it the entire time. He just stared at me in awe like I was so wonderful. The way he always looked at me. . . with that expression.
“I can’t dance.” He finally told me, lowering his eyes.
“Anyone can dance.” I smiled at him, all the while trying to keep up my facade. I moved my body in more sluggish motions, “Just move your body, Katsuuuuya.” Wow that sounded stupid. . . and yet so perfect. “Katsuuuuya.” I repeated, giggling like a freak before running away toward the bar again.
“Where are you going?!” I heard him yell, but I had no intention of turning back.
Apparently my act was a good one, for all of the guys that had left me alone before were now starting to swarm. While the bartender was hesitantly mixing another drink for me, numerous men would try to flirt with me, and of course I had to go along with it. I was starting to feel a little dizzy. . .
Three large men approached me, and I tried to glare at them, but somehow I just couldn’t do it. The lights were suddenly very bright and the level of noise seemed to keep growing. I could feel hands on my face and legs and I wanted to swat them away, I wanted to yell at whoever was touching me, but my punches didn’t make contact and my words refused to come. What the hell was going on?
The next thing I knew, I was on the floor leaning against the bar and watching Katsuya and some other guys beating some drunks up. I clapped my hands to cheer them on, but Katsuya looked at me like I was crazy. . . I wonder why. He made a phone call after he beat up the bad guys and kept on looking at me. Was I hurt? My stomach certainly didn’t feel so great, and those lights. . . ugh.
- - -
Apparently Katsuya decided that I couldn’t walk anymore and threw me over his shoulder. I didn’t really mind being carried out to the limousine though because it was kind of fun. I had to close my eyes to keep from throwing up. When we got into the car, he tried to make me sit up in the seat, but I really wanted to lay down, so he let me lay across the back seat with my head in his lap.
It was so familiar. . . I remember a day when it was cool outside and the leaves were just beginning to turn colors. I was a little bit tired and wanted to lay down. . . he let me lay my head in his lap. I remember looking up at his face and. . . and what?
I gazed at the face that was now staring down at me. “Beautiful. . .” I whispered, reaching up and wrapping my hand around some of his pretty hair. “I like blond hair. That’s why I like you so much, Satoshi. I like blond hair. Brown eyes too. Big brown eyes. I like big brown eyes like yours, Satoshi.”
The face above me looked very sad and afraid, “Seto, I’m Jounouchi! I’m Jounouchi Katsuya!” I could feel his hands on my face, and that was familiar too.
I dropped my hand. He wasn’t Satoshi, and we weren’t outside. “Oh, that’s right. You look a lot like Satoshi, Katsuya. That’s why I like you Katsuya. I like Satoshi, so I like you.” I smiled. Katsuya really was so beautiful. I love him. “But. . .” I closed my eyes. I was getting so tired. “I think I like you better, Katsuya. I like fools. . . I like fools like me, Katsuya. . . fools like me. . .”
The darkness that followed was so inviting, with Katsuya’s face being the last vision before my slumber.
- - -
When I finally awoke my dizziness had gone away and I was lying on a bed; Jounouchi’s bed. So we had made it back to his apartment alright, but had anything happened while I was asleep? I turned my head toward the door when I heard someone in that direction, a damp rag falling off of my forehead. Had Katsuya put there? He really was so thoughtful. Speaking of Katsuya, he was just about to leave the room. This was the perfect opportunity. I chuckled from my place on the bed to get his attention and then leaned up on one elbow.
“Where are you going?” I questioned, narrowing my eyes until they were half-lidded, “Aren’t we going to play? Don’t you want to play Katsuya?” I knew the seduction act all-too well. I laughed deliriously, still playing my role as the drunk boyfriend. I threw back my head, “Come, Katsuya, let’s play a game.” I sat up this time, sitting on my calves and making sure to spread my legs. I ran one hand up and down my throat while my other hand teased my thighs. “Come on, don’t be shy.” I knew this act like the back of my hand. It was disgusting how well I fell back into the routine. Disgusting.
I could tell how frustrated he was. He was licking his lips repeatedly and swallowing harder than usual. His hands kept curling into fists and then uncurling. He suddenly shook his head. “N-no!” He yelled, “I know that it isn’t you doing this, Seto! Don’t worry, I won’t let myself give in to this!”
I smiled. So he passed the test. “Thanks, Katsuya.” I fell back to the mattress, falling back into sleep.
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I thought that I wouldn’t finish it tonight, but I did! Hooray for me! By the way, the part where Seto is drunk is obviously quick and to the point. I don’t know about any of you, but I’ve never heard of a drunk having flowery thoughts. Seto falls into a child-like state, and writing that part was actually amusing, haha! Anyways, enjoy yourselves!
I’m already working on the next chapter of Behind Blue Eyes, but I don’t know which story will have a new chapter next. Those that check the forum will be the ones to know! Until next time, have fun! Don’t forget to leave me lovely messages and reviews!