Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Behind Blue Eyes ❯ Day Five: Night Out ( Chapter 18 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: kiokukaiba 
Jou and Seto finally make it to the club. Seto has a few drinks, but is he really drunk or is he just testing Jounouchi's control?
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.02.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.6K | Visits: 585 | Status: Work In Progress
Jou and Seto finally make it to the club. Seto has a few drinks, but is he really drunk or is he just testing Jounouchi's control?
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.02.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.6K | Visits: 585 | Status: Work In Progress
Behind Blue Eyes
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Recap:
My eyes flickered toward the drawer, but I just couldn’t bring myself to discuss it with him, not yet, not during this happy occasion. We were going to go out tonight and have a good time together. I could discuss the issue with him at another time. As long as he was with me, there wouldn’t be any suicide or self-harm to be heard of.
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We arrived at the club in style; Kaiba Seto’s sleek, black limousine. The car caught a lot of attention on its own, but even more heads turned when the two of us stepped out. We both wore sunglasses dark enough to hide our eyes, more to cover Seto’s identity than to shield our eyes from the sun that was nearing the horizon.
I felt very done up, dressed from head to toe in a rich man’s clothes. Yes, he even let me borrow some black dress shoes to go with the outfit. I was surprised to find that we had the same shoe size.
There was a waiting line to get in that snaked around the building. Men and women alike were scantily clad and already halfway drunk. They were cheering and acting like whores. A few of the women (if they could even be called that) were flashing their silicone bags at the bouncer in an attempt to gain entrance to the building, but the burly man merely stared and then looked around in an official manner.
“Aw man!” I whined, having to be loud so that the crowd wouldn’t drown me out, “Do we have to wait in that line?”
“I may be rich, but I’m not a celebrity. . . not exactly anyways. However. . .” There was that catlike grin that I hadn’t seen in awhile. He was up to something, and I wondered what it was. “Stay here.” He ordered, stepping over to the bouncer at the door.
I couldn’t hear them, but they were exchanging words, the man’s eyes raking hungrily over Seto’s slim body, lingering where the brunet’s shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a small bit of his pale chest. Even the hussies lifting up their shirts couldn’t steal attention away from the radiant beauty that was, and always will be, Kaiba Seto.
The bouncer was probably about an inch taller than the skinny CEO, and I felt the urge to run in and take Seto away from him. . . but my breath was quick to hitch.
The large man was caressing Seto’s face with one hand, while his other arm was finding its way around Seto’s tiny waist. . . but Seto did nothing to stop him. In fact, he seemed to be encouraging such actions. I clenched my teeth and balled my hands into fists, my whole body shaking with a jealous anger. I mean, don’t you think that I had a right to be angry?
Then he did something amazing, but before I tell you, I need to explain some things. Anybody that is anybody knows that Seto looks fucking good in leather pants. Why? Because they cling to his legs, ass, and crotch (which, might I add, takes some getting used to). He managed to find an especially large pair, that he had bought by mistake, for me to wear. Though they were larger, they still clung to me like saran wrap, just like his pants clung to him. You understand? No space at all in those things. Wanna sneak a hand down the back of Seto’s pants to grab his ass? Not. Happening. That brings me back to his shocking action. Somehow, by means that couldn’t possibly have been natural, Seto was able to put two fingers and his thumb into his pocket (these things have pockets?!) and pull out a tiny wad of cash!
Trying to be discreet, he freed one single bill, which was clearly marked with a 100 on each corner, and shoved it into the bouncer’s pocket, running his hand seductively across the larger man’s thigh.
He smiled a kind of gruff, frightening smile and squeezed Seto’s ass with one massive hand, eliciting a quiet sound of protest and a look of disgust from the blue-eyed god. I didn’t like where things were going, but the man stepped aside before I could do anything, allowing us entrance. I began to follow Seto inside when my right arm was roughly seized.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going, blondie?” His voice was deep and raspy, like that of a smoker. Who the fuck was he calling ‘blondie’?
“He’s with me.” Seto answered for me, draping an arm over my shoulders and leaning his head against my own.
“Lucky bastard.” I heard him mutter as he turned away from us and once again watched the crowd.
I felt my heart leap into my throat when Seto grabbed my hand, his long fingers intertwining with my own, and led me eagerly inside.
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It was mostly dark inside, the only sources of light being the wicked neon rope lights that seemed to outline everything and the pendant lighting that hung invitingly over the bar. A few skilled men behind the counter were expertly mixing alcoholic beverages. They looked tempting, but with a father like mine, I’d never drink a drop.
“They aren’t checking IDs.” I pointed out, setting my sunglasses on top of my head for a better look.
“That’s because this place is supposed to be for people that are 21 or older.” Seto also lifted his shades to rest atop his head, revealing his precious sapphires. “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 finished for him, my new surroundings making me feel much more bold than usual. The numerous pairs of eyes undressing him were also making me nervous, and therefore I wanted to do things that I normally wouldn’t do just so that I could mark him as mine and keep everyone else away. “I’m so glad that you’re all mine!” I said loudly, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling his body against mine. Yeah, that ought to do it.
“Jounouchi?” He asked, eyes blinking rapidly with shock.
“Jounouchi?” I asked back, sounding expectant.
“Katsuya. . .” He whispered, correcting himself, “What are you doing?” He wasn’t angry. Seto also seemed to be effected by the wild and carefree attitude around us.
“Think of this as security.” I smirked, dipping him down with one arm and using my free hand to gently brush his bangs out of his puzzled eyes, “Can I?”
He opened his mouth to form some sort of reply, but I cut him off, capturing his mouth, his lips. . . his tongue. Seto made noises and motions of protest, but soon gave in, eventually kissing me back. By the time we stood upright again, everyone within eyeshot was whistling and hollering, their perversion more obvious than the color of the sky.
“That wasn’t necessary.” He turned away from me, but immediately about-faced, blushing from the attention of the crowd.
“But you liked it.” I grinned, pulling him against me again.
“But it wasn’t necessary.” He tried to push away from me, his hands flat on my chest.
“But you liked it.” I repeated.
Seto sighed, wriggling out of my arms, “You’re really weird.”
“You like that, too.” I grinned and he broke out into a smile.
“Come on blondie,” He put extra emphasis on the nickname he knew I hated, “Let’s go get a drink, this place has some of the best martinis.” He grabbed my hand again, but I reluctantly shook it off.
“I’d rather not.” I told him honestly, and the look of sad disappointment that had come across his face during my rejection was soon replaced by an expression of understanding.
“Sorry, I forgot.” He bit his bottom lip and I knew his apology was sincere, “Well you can go find a table for us while I get a drink.”
“Do you have to drink?” I asked, the idea of him drunk making me sick. After seeing my father in a drunken rage so often, lying around the apartment like a waste of flesh or throwing small appliances against the walls, I didn’t think that I could bear to see the one that I love be reduced to the same state. That would completely soil my vision of the kind of person Seto was.
He looked me over very seriously for a long moment before answering, without even a smile, “Yes.” and with that he headed for the bar. I could only watch him leave me. He looked so confident, carrying himself with a holier-than-thou air about him. Heads turned to follow him, but they all knew better than to make a move. . . I had made it quite clear during our entrance that he was already taken, and yet. . . was he really mine? I knew next to nothing about him. . . how much of the iceberg had I uncovered? It is true, only one eighth of an iceberg can be seen on the surface. . . while the true danger, the true mass of the iceberg lay hidden beneath the sea, and only those willing to find it could see its true nature. I wanted to dive deep and swim to the very bottom. I wanted to discover the remaining seven eighths.
I did just as I was asked, wandering around like someone that was very out of place, and I was very out of place, but I tried not to show my discomfort to everyone else. It was crowded, but the tables were fairly empty. Everyone was either making out against the walls or out on the dance floor. . . though it looked more like they were having sex with their clothes on rather than dancing.
The tables were all very tall with high stools pushed underneath them. I pulled one out from under a lonely table and sat, feeling like a complete loser. I never liked sitting alone in a large crowd. I always felt like people were staring at me and judging me when I wasn’t with a group of people. I wanted to blend in, not stand out. Standing out was more of Seto’s style.
“Hey cutie, why are you all alone?” Some guy sat down at the table I was saving, leaning across and looking into my eyes with a hungry expression. His hair was dyed a dark blue and he had a nose piercing. His contacts matched the color of his hair. So he was one of those punk guys, eh? He wasn’t too bad looking, but I wasn’t interested in the slightest.
“I’m not alone.” I informed him, and he leaned back a bit, confused. “I’m just waiting for my boyfriend to get back.” I folded my arms and laid them atop the table, smirking down into the eyes of this bold stranger.
“Well I bet your boyfriend couldn’t please you like I could.” He licked his lips, and I think I threw up a little in my mouth.
“I beg to differ.” Seto’s voice rang out from behind me and the stranger sat up straight on the stool. Seto took another stool and sat it right up against mine, making himself comfortable. “I could suck a bowling ball through a straw.” He winked, causing the blue-haired freak’s eyes to double in size. Even I couldn’t help but stare at him for saying something like that. What had gotten into him? “So then, if you’re done trying to pick up my puppy, you can leave.” The guy didn’t budge, and I could tell that Seto was getting irritated. “Perhaps I should put this in terms that even someone with a tiny brain like you can understand. . . fuck off.” With this, his eyes narrowed dangerously and his upper lip curled into a snarl.
Needless to say, the fellow left promptly.
“Damn. . .” I finally said, releasing the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
That’s when I noticed what Seto had brought back with him. He had a martini in each hand, and was now sitting them on the table.
“I said I didn’t want anything.” I reminded him, getting a bit mad at the thought that he might try to make me drink one. Seto wouldn’t do that, would he?
“Who said one of these was for you?” He arched an eyebrow at him, blue eyes alight with his own humor. “Saves me from having to make another trip when my first one is gone, right?” He chuckled a bit, taking a sip from the first glass and then staring off into the crowd of dancers.
“You’re not going to get drunk, are you?” I didn’t really want to think about that possibility, but it was better to know ahead of time if I was going to have to deal with it.
“No.” He answered quickly, then looked thoughtful, “Well, maybe. . .” He scrunched up his face and then looked at me carefully. “Hmm, take this just in case.” He gave me his cell phone, which I will never figure out where he pulled it from. “The driver is number 3 on speed dial.” He smirked and took another sip of that terrible liquid.
“Who’s number 2?” I asked, trying desperately to change the subject.
“Mokuba.” He stated, giving me a look that said ‘duh!’ He took another sip. Was he supposed to be drinking it down so quickly? How much alcohol could he hold? He was so skinny. I was always told that thinner people couldn’t hold as much alcohol. So would those two martinis do him in? What kind of drunk was Seto? Would he try to do something drastic? Would he try to. . .
My mind flashed back to the gun and note in his night stand drawer. He wanted to die. . . or at least he wanted to at one time or wants to some time in the future. I needed to protect him; from others and most importantly, from himself.
I snapped out of my little moment to find Seto with his head thrown back, sucking down the rest of his first glass, his fingers wrapped around the second one so that he could quickly start on it.
“Slow down!” I ordered him, trying to grab his arm to pull it away from his face, but I was too late. All that remained was the toothpick and olive. . . and even the olive had a small bite taken out of it. I had to laugh a bit though when I saw Seto chewing. “Are you supposed to eat that?” I raised a blond brow, shoving the full glass away from him.
“I don’t think so.” He admitted, probably wondering why he bit a piece out of it. He was reaching for the second one. “Give that back.”
“How much alcohol can you hold.”
“Not sure. Let’s find out, shall we?” He grinned, finally retrieving his most precious fluid.
“I don’t want to find out.”
“Oh come on! What’s the worst thing that could happen?” He began to sip at the new martini.
“You could shoot yourself in the head.” I blurted out, turning away immediately to pretend that it had never even come from my mouth.
“What?” He asked, and I could have sworn I heard a slight shake in his voice.
“Nothing.” I muttered, sighing loudly and then leaning against him. “I love you.”
He froze, holding the cup away from his face and looking at me very seriously. “Love. . .” He looked back into the crowd. “Heh, love. . .” He repeated, tilting back his head and emptying the contents of his glass into his mouth. “Let’s go dance!” He yelled, all-too enthusiastically. I followed him without objection, but. . . why didn’t he tell me that he loved me back? It had to be this atmosphere. He did have a strong fear of the paparazzi after all. Yeah, that had to be it.
The lighted dance floor was crowded, but the dancers made room for us when they spotted us approaching. Damn, I suddenly wished that I had learned to dance. The techno dance mix of a popular song was playing over a large set of speakers that were suspended from the ceiling.
“Just let your body move with the music.” Seto began to sway, his body moving like a flower in a gentle breeze. It was so natural, so beautiful. The way his moved his hips. . . so seductive. It was like he had been practicing this dance from the day he was born just so that he could perform it for me at this particular moment in time.
“I can’t dance.” I admitted, lowering my eyes in embarrassment.
“Anyone can dance.” He smiled at me, a weak smile that didn’t seem like him at all. . . didn’t even seem like the smiles I had seen from him before. His blue eyes looked a bit watered over, almost looking as though a glaze had come over them. The alcohol was taking effect quicker than I had anticipated. . . and with only two martinis. He couldn’t drink as much as he thought. “Just move your body, Katsuuuuya.” He held out the ‘u’ in my name, giggling like a child afterwards. “Katsuuuuya.” He repeated, giggling again and running away suddenly.
“Where are you going?!” I yelled, but soon saw him at the bar once again. Then I found out what was going on. It wasn’t the alcohol making Seto act funny, it was whatever the bartender was putting in Seto’s martinis when Seto was distracted by some drunkard. The way that those men looked at Seto. . . their eyes clearly showed their perverted hunger. They were whispering to each other, smirking and laughing like predators.
I stood in the middle of the dance floor, watching in disgust. Three large men approached Seto and I could feel every muscle in my body freeze up. None of them were Saki, but. . . they were all still dangerous. I began to calmly, or as calmly as possible, make my way toward the one I love.
That’s when they made their move. Two of them started to stroke his face while the third stroked his leg. Seto’s hands lashed out at them, but the drug was quickly forcing him into submission. He was powerless again them.
I broke out into a run, all of my anger and fear and worry building up inside me, ready to be released on the bodies of those three bastards. I don’t really remember the fight much, to be honest. It was like my eyes were blinded with rage. I remember the way their bones felt against the knuckles of my fists as I ruthlessly beat them with every ounce of strength I could muster. They were bigger than me, but they were practically drunk. . . and so I had a strong advantage. A couple of other sober men had joined me in kicking their asses. . . and I was kind of annoyed at them for stealing some of my glory.
Seto had fallen onto the floor, legs sprawled out in front of him and his back against the bar. He was clapping his hands loudly, cheering like only a drunk or an invalid would.
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Using Seto’s cell phone, I called his driver and gave him a very brief rundown of the situation. At the mention of Seto getting drunk, I could hear the driver gasp a little. He probably never expected ‘drunk’ and ‘Seto’ to fall in the same sentence unless the sentence happened to include the word ‘not’. He came with amazing speed, and I put Seto into the car.
He was still awake, but wasn’t very coherent. I ended up having to pick him up, thank the gods he’s light, and carry him out of the building and to the limousine. Once inside he refused to buckle up. He laid down across the back seat, his head in my lap. . . on a very sensitive area of my lap, might I add. He lay with his face up, and it was beautiful to look down and see him. . . if only he would do this while not fucked up on drugs.
“Beautiful. . .” He whispered, reaching up and wrapping his right hand around a few strands of my hair. “I like blond hair.” He smiled, and it seemed to real. “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.”
My heart skipped a bit and jumped up into my throat, “Seto, I’m Jounouchi! I’m Jounouchi Katsuya!” I put both hands on either side of his face, cupping his cheeks.
His hand fell back to his side, “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.” Again he smiled, but I didn’t like it so much. “But. . .” He closed his eyes. “I think I like you better, Katsuya. I like fools. . . I like fools like me, Katsuya. . . fools like me. . .” His strange rambling finally ended and his breathing eventually evened out.
I glanced up at the rearview mirror, catching the grave expression on the drivers’ face. He didn’t dare say a word. I sighed, running my thumb across Seto’s parted lips, “I look like Satoshi, eh?” Was that a good thing or a bad thing? At first I was extremely hurt because I thought that perhaps he only liked me because I reminded him of Satoshi. . . but what he said at the very end. He said that he liked me better. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Are we going to your residence, master Jounouchi?” The driver took this opportunity to steal a glance in the rearview mirror. Master Jounouchi? Me? I was a bit taken aback by the title.
“Uh, yes please.” I stared at the face of my sleeping beauty, running my hands through his hair and across his chest. The temptation was too strong, and I couldn’t resist it. I slid a hand under his shirt, running my fingers across the warm flesh of his stomach, drawing circles around his navel until Seto grunted. I quickly withdrew the offending hand, looking at his face for fear I had woke him. . . but he just sneezed a bit and then continued his slumber. “Such an angel when you’re asleep.” I said to no one in particular.”
“We’re here.” The driver announced, bring the stretch limo to a halt in front of my apartment.
“Thanks.” I opened the door, dragging Seto out with me. Damn, he didn’t even wake up from all of that! I began to walk away, and then turned back, “Um, I don’t have any money to tip you with.” I said regretfully.
“It isn’t necessary, I get paid ridiculously well by master Kaiba.” He smiled, rolling up the window that he had opened to hear me, and then driving off down the road.
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I got him into my apartment without any incident, and I was thankful for that. I laid him on my bed on top of the blankets and put a damp rag on his forehead. I didn’t know what good that would do, if it would do any good at all, but at least I felt like I was doing somethinghelp. I watched him sleep for a little bit until my stomach started yelling at me to feed it. When I made to leave my room, however, I heard a chuckle from my bed.
“Where are you going?” Seto asked, leaning up on one elbow, his blue eyes dark when a new emotion. “Aren’t we going to play? Don’t you want to play, Katsuya?” He laughed a delirious laugh, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. “Come, Katsuya, let’s play a game.” He sat up this time, sitting on his calves with his legs spread open. One of his hands ran up and down his throat while the other danced along his inner thighs. “Come on, don’t be shy.” He teased.
My mouth was instantly dry. It was tempting, oh fuck was it tempting. I wanted with everything in my being to be his hands. I watched one hand wander up his shirt, his mouth opening and closing in silent gasps. Damn. . . leather is so constricting.
No. No, no, no! Seto wouldn’t normally do something like this! That drug that the bartender put in his drinks was doing this! I couldn’t take advantage of him like that. “N-no!” I yelled from across the room, “I know that it isn’t you doing this, Seto! Don’t worry, I won’t let myself give in to this!.”
A devious smile played on his pale lips. “Thanks, katsuya.” The smile faded and he lay back down, dozing off again.
I blinked about five dozen times. So that was all an act? He was testing me? No way! He was drugged up. . . right? Was this entire thing a test? There really was no way to tell at the moment. I would definitely have to discuss it with him whenever he woke up. It was already after eight in the evening, and now only one question was on my mind; what the hell was for dinner?
As I ventured down the dark hallway towards my kitchen, I could feel a tight wad growing in my chest. The urge to go back and check on Seto kept eating at me. Why did I want to check on him? He was in my bedroom sleeping. We were multiple floors above ground level. He was fine there. Even so, I ran back into my room and snuck a peek, confirming what I had originally thought; he was snoozing safe and sound. Still, I couldn’t shake this feeling that he might be stolen away right from under my nose.
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Recap:
My eyes flickered toward the drawer, but I just couldn’t bring myself to discuss it with him, not yet, not during this happy occasion. We were going to go out tonight and have a good time together. I could discuss the issue with him at another time. As long as he was with me, there wouldn’t be any suicide or self-harm to be heard of.
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We arrived at the club in style; Kaiba Seto’s sleek, black limousine. The car caught a lot of attention on its own, but even more heads turned when the two of us stepped out. We both wore sunglasses dark enough to hide our eyes, more to cover Seto’s identity than to shield our eyes from the sun that was nearing the horizon.
I felt very done up, dressed from head to toe in a rich man’s clothes. Yes, he even let me borrow some black dress shoes to go with the outfit. I was surprised to find that we had the same shoe size.
There was a waiting line to get in that snaked around the building. Men and women alike were scantily clad and already halfway drunk. They were cheering and acting like whores. A few of the women (if they could even be called that) were flashing their silicone bags at the bouncer in an attempt to gain entrance to the building, but the burly man merely stared and then looked around in an official manner.
“Aw man!” I whined, having to be loud so that the crowd wouldn’t drown me out, “Do we have to wait in that line?”
“I may be rich, but I’m not a celebrity. . . not exactly anyways. However. . .” There was that catlike grin that I hadn’t seen in awhile. He was up to something, and I wondered what it was. “Stay here.” He ordered, stepping over to the bouncer at the door.
I couldn’t hear them, but they were exchanging words, the man’s eyes raking hungrily over Seto’s slim body, lingering where the brunet’s shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a small bit of his pale chest. Even the hussies lifting up their shirts couldn’t steal attention away from the radiant beauty that was, and always will be, Kaiba Seto.
The bouncer was probably about an inch taller than the skinny CEO, and I felt the urge to run in and take Seto away from him. . . but my breath was quick to hitch.
The large man was caressing Seto’s face with one hand, while his other arm was finding its way around Seto’s tiny waist. . . but Seto did nothing to stop him. In fact, he seemed to be encouraging such actions. I clenched my teeth and balled my hands into fists, my whole body shaking with a jealous anger. I mean, don’t you think that I had a right to be angry?
Then he did something amazing, but before I tell you, I need to explain some things. Anybody that is anybody knows that Seto looks fucking good in leather pants. Why? Because they cling to his legs, ass, and crotch (which, might I add, takes some getting used to). He managed to find an especially large pair, that he had bought by mistake, for me to wear. Though they were larger, they still clung to me like saran wrap, just like his pants clung to him. You understand? No space at all in those things. Wanna sneak a hand down the back of Seto’s pants to grab his ass? Not. Happening. That brings me back to his shocking action. Somehow, by means that couldn’t possibly have been natural, Seto was able to put two fingers and his thumb into his pocket (these things have pockets?!) and pull out a tiny wad of cash!
Trying to be discreet, he freed one single bill, which was clearly marked with a 100 on each corner, and shoved it into the bouncer’s pocket, running his hand seductively across the larger man’s thigh.
He smiled a kind of gruff, frightening smile and squeezed Seto’s ass with one massive hand, eliciting a quiet sound of protest and a look of disgust from the blue-eyed god. I didn’t like where things were going, but the man stepped aside before I could do anything, allowing us entrance. I began to follow Seto inside when my right arm was roughly seized.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going, blondie?” His voice was deep and raspy, like that of a smoker. Who the fuck was he calling ‘blondie’?
“He’s with me.” Seto answered for me, draping an arm over my shoulders and leaning his head against my own.
“Lucky bastard.” I heard him mutter as he turned away from us and once again watched the crowd.
I felt my heart leap into my throat when Seto grabbed my hand, his long fingers intertwining with my own, and led me eagerly inside.
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It was mostly dark inside, the only sources of light being the wicked neon rope lights that seemed to outline everything and the pendant lighting that hung invitingly over the bar. A few skilled men behind the counter were expertly mixing alcoholic beverages. They looked tempting, but with a father like mine, I’d never drink a drop.
“They aren’t checking IDs.” I pointed out, setting my sunglasses on top of my head for a better look.
“That’s because this place is supposed to be for people that are 21 or older.” Seto also lifted his shades to rest atop his head, revealing his precious sapphires. “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 finished for him, my new surroundings making me feel much more bold than usual. The numerous pairs of eyes undressing him were also making me nervous, and therefore I wanted to do things that I normally wouldn’t do just so that I could mark him as mine and keep everyone else away. “I’m so glad that you’re all mine!” I said loudly, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling his body against mine. Yeah, that ought to do it.
“Jounouchi?” He asked, eyes blinking rapidly with shock.
“Jounouchi?” I asked back, sounding expectant.
“Katsuya. . .” He whispered, correcting himself, “What are you doing?” He wasn’t angry. Seto also seemed to be effected by the wild and carefree attitude around us.
“Think of this as security.” I smirked, dipping him down with one arm and using my free hand to gently brush his bangs out of his puzzled eyes, “Can I?”
He opened his mouth to form some sort of reply, but I cut him off, capturing his mouth, his lips. . . his tongue. Seto made noises and motions of protest, but soon gave in, eventually kissing me back. By the time we stood upright again, everyone within eyeshot was whistling and hollering, their perversion more obvious than the color of the sky.
“That wasn’t necessary.” He turned away from me, but immediately about-faced, blushing from the attention of the crowd.
“But you liked it.” I grinned, pulling him against me again.
“But it wasn’t necessary.” He tried to push away from me, his hands flat on my chest.
“But you liked it.” I repeated.
Seto sighed, wriggling out of my arms, “You’re really weird.”
“You like that, too.” I grinned and he broke out into a smile.
“Come on blondie,” He put extra emphasis on the nickname he knew I hated, “Let’s go get a drink, this place has some of the best martinis.” He grabbed my hand again, but I reluctantly shook it off.
“I’d rather not.” I told him honestly, and the look of sad disappointment that had come across his face during my rejection was soon replaced by an expression of understanding.
“Sorry, I forgot.” He bit his bottom lip and I knew his apology was sincere, “Well you can go find a table for us while I get a drink.”
“Do you have to drink?” I asked, the idea of him drunk making me sick. After seeing my father in a drunken rage so often, lying around the apartment like a waste of flesh or throwing small appliances against the walls, I didn’t think that I could bear to see the one that I love be reduced to the same state. That would completely soil my vision of the kind of person Seto was.
He looked me over very seriously for a long moment before answering, without even a smile, “Yes.” and with that he headed for the bar. I could only watch him leave me. He looked so confident, carrying himself with a holier-than-thou air about him. Heads turned to follow him, but they all knew better than to make a move. . . I had made it quite clear during our entrance that he was already taken, and yet. . . was he really mine? I knew next to nothing about him. . . how much of the iceberg had I uncovered? It is true, only one eighth of an iceberg can be seen on the surface. . . while the true danger, the true mass of the iceberg lay hidden beneath the sea, and only those willing to find it could see its true nature. I wanted to dive deep and swim to the very bottom. I wanted to discover the remaining seven eighths.
I did just as I was asked, wandering around like someone that was very out of place, and I was very out of place, but I tried not to show my discomfort to everyone else. It was crowded, but the tables were fairly empty. Everyone was either making out against the walls or out on the dance floor. . . though it looked more like they were having sex with their clothes on rather than dancing.
The tables were all very tall with high stools pushed underneath them. I pulled one out from under a lonely table and sat, feeling like a complete loser. I never liked sitting alone in a large crowd. I always felt like people were staring at me and judging me when I wasn’t with a group of people. I wanted to blend in, not stand out. Standing out was more of Seto’s style.
“Hey cutie, why are you all alone?” Some guy sat down at the table I was saving, leaning across and looking into my eyes with a hungry expression. His hair was dyed a dark blue and he had a nose piercing. His contacts matched the color of his hair. So he was one of those punk guys, eh? He wasn’t too bad looking, but I wasn’t interested in the slightest.
“I’m not alone.” I informed him, and he leaned back a bit, confused. “I’m just waiting for my boyfriend to get back.” I folded my arms and laid them atop the table, smirking down into the eyes of this bold stranger.
“Well I bet your boyfriend couldn’t please you like I could.” He licked his lips, and I think I threw up a little in my mouth.
“I beg to differ.” Seto’s voice rang out from behind me and the stranger sat up straight on the stool. Seto took another stool and sat it right up against mine, making himself comfortable. “I could suck a bowling ball through a straw.” He winked, causing the blue-haired freak’s eyes to double in size. Even I couldn’t help but stare at him for saying something like that. What had gotten into him? “So then, if you’re done trying to pick up my puppy, you can leave.” The guy didn’t budge, and I could tell that Seto was getting irritated. “Perhaps I should put this in terms that even someone with a tiny brain like you can understand. . . fuck off.” With this, his eyes narrowed dangerously and his upper lip curled into a snarl.
Needless to say, the fellow left promptly.
“Damn. . .” I finally said, releasing the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
That’s when I noticed what Seto had brought back with him. He had a martini in each hand, and was now sitting them on the table.
“I said I didn’t want anything.” I reminded him, getting a bit mad at the thought that he might try to make me drink one. Seto wouldn’t do that, would he?
“Who said one of these was for you?” He arched an eyebrow at him, blue eyes alight with his own humor. “Saves me from having to make another trip when my first one is gone, right?” He chuckled a bit, taking a sip from the first glass and then staring off into the crowd of dancers.
“You’re not going to get drunk, are you?” I didn’t really want to think about that possibility, but it was better to know ahead of time if I was going to have to deal with it.
“No.” He answered quickly, then looked thoughtful, “Well, maybe. . .” He scrunched up his face and then looked at me carefully. “Hmm, take this just in case.” He gave me his cell phone, which I will never figure out where he pulled it from. “The driver is number 3 on speed dial.” He smirked and took another sip of that terrible liquid.
“Who’s number 2?” I asked, trying desperately to change the subject.
“Mokuba.” He stated, giving me a look that said ‘duh!’ He took another sip. Was he supposed to be drinking it down so quickly? How much alcohol could he hold? He was so skinny. I was always told that thinner people couldn’t hold as much alcohol. So would those two martinis do him in? What kind of drunk was Seto? Would he try to do something drastic? Would he try to. . .
My mind flashed back to the gun and note in his night stand drawer. He wanted to die. . . or at least he wanted to at one time or wants to some time in the future. I needed to protect him; from others and most importantly, from himself.
I snapped out of my little moment to find Seto with his head thrown back, sucking down the rest of his first glass, his fingers wrapped around the second one so that he could quickly start on it.
“Slow down!” I ordered him, trying to grab his arm to pull it away from his face, but I was too late. All that remained was the toothpick and olive. . . and even the olive had a small bite taken out of it. I had to laugh a bit though when I saw Seto chewing. “Are you supposed to eat that?” I raised a blond brow, shoving the full glass away from him.
“I don’t think so.” He admitted, probably wondering why he bit a piece out of it. He was reaching for the second one. “Give that back.”
“How much alcohol can you hold.”
“Not sure. Let’s find out, shall we?” He grinned, finally retrieving his most precious fluid.
“I don’t want to find out.”
“Oh come on! What’s the worst thing that could happen?” He began to sip at the new martini.
“You could shoot yourself in the head.” I blurted out, turning away immediately to pretend that it had never even come from my mouth.
“What?” He asked, and I could have sworn I heard a slight shake in his voice.
“Nothing.” I muttered, sighing loudly and then leaning against him. “I love you.”
He froze, holding the cup away from his face and looking at me very seriously. “Love. . .” He looked back into the crowd. “Heh, love. . .” He repeated, tilting back his head and emptying the contents of his glass into his mouth. “Let’s go dance!” He yelled, all-too enthusiastically. I followed him without objection, but. . . why didn’t he tell me that he loved me back? It had to be this atmosphere. He did have a strong fear of the paparazzi after all. Yeah, that had to be it.
The lighted dance floor was crowded, but the dancers made room for us when they spotted us approaching. Damn, I suddenly wished that I had learned to dance. The techno dance mix of a popular song was playing over a large set of speakers that were suspended from the ceiling.
“Just let your body move with the music.” Seto began to sway, his body moving like a flower in a gentle breeze. It was so natural, so beautiful. The way his moved his hips. . . so seductive. It was like he had been practicing this dance from the day he was born just so that he could perform it for me at this particular moment in time.
“I can’t dance.” I admitted, lowering my eyes in embarrassment.
“Anyone can dance.” He smiled at me, a weak smile that didn’t seem like him at all. . . didn’t even seem like the smiles I had seen from him before. His blue eyes looked a bit watered over, almost looking as though a glaze had come over them. The alcohol was taking effect quicker than I had anticipated. . . and with only two martinis. He couldn’t drink as much as he thought. “Just move your body, Katsuuuuya.” He held out the ‘u’ in my name, giggling like a child afterwards. “Katsuuuuya.” He repeated, giggling again and running away suddenly.
“Where are you going?!” I yelled, but soon saw him at the bar once again. Then I found out what was going on. It wasn’t the alcohol making Seto act funny, it was whatever the bartender was putting in Seto’s martinis when Seto was distracted by some drunkard. The way that those men looked at Seto. . . their eyes clearly showed their perverted hunger. They were whispering to each other, smirking and laughing like predators.
I stood in the middle of the dance floor, watching in disgust. Three large men approached Seto and I could feel every muscle in my body freeze up. None of them were Saki, but. . . they were all still dangerous. I began to calmly, or as calmly as possible, make my way toward the one I love.
That’s when they made their move. Two of them started to stroke his face while the third stroked his leg. Seto’s hands lashed out at them, but the drug was quickly forcing him into submission. He was powerless again them.
I broke out into a run, all of my anger and fear and worry building up inside me, ready to be released on the bodies of those three bastards. I don’t really remember the fight much, to be honest. It was like my eyes were blinded with rage. I remember the way their bones felt against the knuckles of my fists as I ruthlessly beat them with every ounce of strength I could muster. They were bigger than me, but they were practically drunk. . . and so I had a strong advantage. A couple of other sober men had joined me in kicking their asses. . . and I was kind of annoyed at them for stealing some of my glory.
Seto had fallen onto the floor, legs sprawled out in front of him and his back against the bar. He was clapping his hands loudly, cheering like only a drunk or an invalid would.
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Using Seto’s cell phone, I called his driver and gave him a very brief rundown of the situation. At the mention of Seto getting drunk, I could hear the driver gasp a little. He probably never expected ‘drunk’ and ‘Seto’ to fall in the same sentence unless the sentence happened to include the word ‘not’. He came with amazing speed, and I put Seto into the car.
He was still awake, but wasn’t very coherent. I ended up having to pick him up, thank the gods he’s light, and carry him out of the building and to the limousine. Once inside he refused to buckle up. He laid down across the back seat, his head in my lap. . . on a very sensitive area of my lap, might I add. He lay with his face up, and it was beautiful to look down and see him. . . if only he would do this while not fucked up on drugs.
“Beautiful. . .” He whispered, reaching up and wrapping his right hand around a few strands of my hair. “I like blond hair.” He smiled, and it seemed to real. “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.”
My heart skipped a bit and jumped up into my throat, “Seto, I’m Jounouchi! I’m Jounouchi Katsuya!” I put both hands on either side of his face, cupping his cheeks.
His hand fell back to his side, “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.” Again he smiled, but I didn’t like it so much. “But. . .” He closed his eyes. “I think I like you better, Katsuya. I like fools. . . I like fools like me, Katsuya. . . fools like me. . .” His strange rambling finally ended and his breathing eventually evened out.
I glanced up at the rearview mirror, catching the grave expression on the drivers’ face. He didn’t dare say a word. I sighed, running my thumb across Seto’s parted lips, “I look like Satoshi, eh?” Was that a good thing or a bad thing? At first I was extremely hurt because I thought that perhaps he only liked me because I reminded him of Satoshi. . . but what he said at the very end. He said that he liked me better. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Are we going to your residence, master Jounouchi?” The driver took this opportunity to steal a glance in the rearview mirror. Master Jounouchi? Me? I was a bit taken aback by the title.
“Uh, yes please.” I stared at the face of my sleeping beauty, running my hands through his hair and across his chest. The temptation was too strong, and I couldn’t resist it. I slid a hand under his shirt, running my fingers across the warm flesh of his stomach, drawing circles around his navel until Seto grunted. I quickly withdrew the offending hand, looking at his face for fear I had woke him. . . but he just sneezed a bit and then continued his slumber. “Such an angel when you’re asleep.” I said to no one in particular.”
“We’re here.” The driver announced, bring the stretch limo to a halt in front of my apartment.
“Thanks.” I opened the door, dragging Seto out with me. Damn, he didn’t even wake up from all of that! I began to walk away, and then turned back, “Um, I don’t have any money to tip you with.” I said regretfully.
“It isn’t necessary, I get paid ridiculously well by master Kaiba.” He smiled, rolling up the window that he had opened to hear me, and then driving off down the road.
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I got him into my apartment without any incident, and I was thankful for that. I laid him on my bed on top of the blankets and put a damp rag on his forehead. I didn’t know what good that would do, if it would do any good at all, but at least I felt like I was doing somethinghelp. I watched him sleep for a little bit until my stomach started yelling at me to feed it. When I made to leave my room, however, I heard a chuckle from my bed.
“Where are you going?” Seto asked, leaning up on one elbow, his blue eyes dark when a new emotion. “Aren’t we going to play? Don’t you want to play, Katsuya?” He laughed a delirious laugh, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. “Come, Katsuya, let’s play a game.” He sat up this time, sitting on his calves with his legs spread open. One of his hands ran up and down his throat while the other danced along his inner thighs. “Come on, don’t be shy.” He teased.
My mouth was instantly dry. It was tempting, oh fuck was it tempting. I wanted with everything in my being to be his hands. I watched one hand wander up his shirt, his mouth opening and closing in silent gasps. Damn. . . leather is so constricting.
No. No, no, no! Seto wouldn’t normally do something like this! That drug that the bartender put in his drinks was doing this! I couldn’t take advantage of him like that. “N-no!” I yelled from across the room, “I know that it isn’t you doing this, Seto! Don’t worry, I won’t let myself give in to this!.”
A devious smile played on his pale lips. “Thanks, katsuya.” The smile faded and he lay back down, dozing off again.
I blinked about five dozen times. So that was all an act? He was testing me? No way! He was drugged up. . . right? Was this entire thing a test? There really was no way to tell at the moment. I would definitely have to discuss it with him whenever he woke up. It was already after eight in the evening, and now only one question was on my mind; what the hell was for dinner?
As I ventured down the dark hallway towards my kitchen, I could feel a tight wad growing in my chest. The urge to go back and check on Seto kept eating at me. Why did I want to check on him? He was in my bedroom sleeping. We were multiple floors above ground level. He was fine there. Even so, I ran back into my room and snuck a peek, confirming what I had originally thought; he was snoozing safe and sound. Still, I couldn’t shake this feeling that he might be stolen away right from under my nose.
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