Intoxication

Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! And all the characters herein belong to whomever and I am making no monies whatsoever. The plotline belongs to me and me alone, and all the original characters (meaning those you have never seen before) belong to me.

Author’s Note: This is purely fiction. I hated the way they ended the series and if the series had been mine it would have been chocked full of slashy goodness. Set after Dawn of the Duel with a slightly different ending, cause the original made me cry. All respective songs herein belong to their original artists and I do not own them. For the record, this is NOT, I repeat, NOT a song fic; the songs used are to create depth for the plot and to ascertain how the characters are feeling.

Jounouchi for the sake of my story is a baritone - The Baritone is the most common type of male voice. Baritone range: The vocal range of the baritone lies between the bass and tenor ranges, overlapping both of them. The typical baritone range is from the second F below middle C (F2) to the F above middle C (F4), which are exactly two octaves. In the lower and upper extremes, a baritone's range can be extended at either end.

Fever, Sway and Save the Last Dance for Me – Michael Buble
I’ve Got You, Under my Skin – Frank Sinatra
Smile – Michael Jackson
Unchained Melody – the Righteous Brothers
Kiss from a Rose – Seal
She’s Like the Wind – Patrick Swayze
Behind Blue Eyes – The Who

Italics – thoughts.
. . . italics – flashback
Bold italics – dream/fantasy sequence

Summary – Senior Year of High School, it was supposed to be the best time of their young lives, but for one of the group, its not. But what lies around the corner at a place of Intoxication, well, suffice it to say Jounouchi finds what he wants behind blue eyes.


Intoxication
By TheDarkSynfulLegend

Chapter Three – My Way


Draco paced in the hospital waiting room, ten steps, turn, ten steps, turn, rinse and repeat. He thought to himself, his blue gaze never leaving the examination room where Jounouchi was being taken care of. Running a hand through his shaggy black hair, he wondered what was wrong with the teenager, something about a fight didn’t sit straight with him and the innuendo that it was too often made him think something worse. He was about to walk over to the exam room when the door opened. “Is he going to be alright?” Draco asked the doctor as she walked out of the room.

Dr. Kurosawa looked to Draco and sighed softly, “Honestly, he needs at least a day off his feet in order to rest.”

“What’s wrong with him?” he inquired, as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Checking her notes, “he has bruised ribs, for now, but this isn’t the first time he’s been injured, however it is the first time he’s been in the hospital.” She said softly.

“You’ve seen him before then?”

“Yes, I work at his school during the week, and then here on Saturday’s only.” She responded as she studied him carefully, “Listen to me, I do not think its wise to send him home in his condition, he needs to be watched the next twenty four hours to ensure he rests.”

“I’ll take care of him.” Draco said, “My wife and I live over the club, so he’ll be safe there.” He finished as Dr. Kurosawa nodded a bit, “I know it’s not the custom to let just anyone take him, and we could ask him what he wants.”

“That might be best, it is not that I don’t trust you . . . well, actually I don’t trust you.”

Draco chuckled, “That’s understandable.” He said, as he knocked on the door, “Suya, can I come in?”

“Yeah.” Came Jounouchi’s voice from within, he was sliding his shirt over white bandages that had been taped around his ribs as both Draco and the doctor walked in. “I understand if you are letting me go from the job, I mean I can’t really do much tonight, though I wanted to work.”

“Had you pushed yourself, Mr. Katsuya, you could have passed out and aggravated your condition.” She admonished him, “As it is, count yourself lucky that your boss had the decency to bring you in.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Chuckling, Draco then sobered as he looked to the blond young man. “Listen, the doctor has said that you need to be resting for the next twenty-four hours, and I want you to come stay with Arista and me.”

Jounouchi’s eyes narrowed, “why?”

Draco’s gaze hardened and his normally twinkling blue eyes were colder than ice, “you know damned well why, Suya.” He said, not alluding to anything.

Nodding, Jounouchi quietly picked up his messenger bag. “I’ll be okay with Draco, Dr. Kurosawa and I will see you Monday at school.”

Akihiro quietly dipped her head, “Draco, make sure he rests, plenty of fluids and he can have aspirin for the pain.” She said, handing him some written notes.

“Wait...I can’t pay for this...” Jounouchi said miserably, as he ducked his head.

“Send me the bill; I’ll take care of it.” Draco finished as he helped Jounouchi out of the room, and towards the front door. He wondered what had happened to the money that he had pulled out of his personal tip box but realized it was none of his business at the moment and quite frankly, Jounouchi didn’t trust him enough to tell him. “At the club, we take care of our own.” He said to the young man at his side.

“Thank you.”

~*~*~*~

The club was still closed when Draco and Jounouchi arrived, and Draco took the young man upstairs to the apartment that he shared with his wife. “Draco, is that you?” Arista inquired as she walked out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a towel, but blinked as she noticed that her husband wasn’t alone. “What happened?”

“Suya got himself into a spot of trouble, and he’s on bed rest for the next twenty-four hours.” Draco responded, as Jounouchi shuffled over to the futon and sank onto it gratefully. “Told the doctor that he could stay here.”

Her gaze softened as she walked over and sat next to Jounouchi, “are you all right? Do you need anything at the moment?” the teenager shook his head, “how badly were you hurt?”

“Bruised my cheek and some ribs. She taped them up, I’ll be okay, it’s not like this is the first time it’s happened.” He responded softly, but she heard him and glanced up at her husband who nodded sharply. “I don’t want to be a burden, I can go home.”

“I don’t think so, young man. The doctor knows you’re here and it is here you will stay. Draco, do you want to take the night off and stay upstairs with Suya or would you prefer I do it?”

Jounouchi scowled, “I don’t need a babysitter.”

“No, you need a keeper.” Arista said, “You’re more stubborn than Draco.”

“Hey! Standing right here!” Draco responded with a smile. He had known that his wife would take to the young man and already her motherly instinct was kicking in. “I’m going down to the club to get ready to open. Arista can stay with you for awhile, doctor said to make sure he gets enough fluids.” He finished before heading back downstairs to the club.

Arista sighed, “Okay, Jounouchi, now that he’s gone, why don’t you tell me what REALLY happened?” she said, with a no-nonsense look in her eyes.

“I told Draco, I was in a fight.”

“This was no fight. You have no offensive wounds on you, these are all defensive. And you said that this had happened before, now explain.”

“What are you? A cop?”

“I used to be.”

~*~*~*~

Roland walked into Intoxication as the doors opened and after being greeted sat down at a table and ordered something to drink. He noticed that there was a man standing at the doorway with dark hair and from the file he assumed this was Draco Eberhardt. His eyes took in the club from behind the dark sunglasses that he went nowhere without taking in the ambiance, as twins got up onto the stage and sang something by The Righteous Brothers. He swirled the remnants of his drink in the glass, as the ice clinked hitting the sides of the tumbler.

The crowd tonight was more casually dressed, and Roland made mental notes on what people were wearing as he suddenly felt as though he were standing out in his suit. He loosened his tie and slipped out of his jacket as he draped it over the back of his chair. He watched as Draco maneuvered his way around the club’s tables, clearing checks, and taking care of the customers, even as the waiters did their jobs.

Roland did notice however as people left, they dropped things into small boxes that were on the wall by the door. When Draco passed by he lifted a hand and waved him over, “excuse me.”

“Can I help you?”

“Your staff is very efficient and good singers as well. I just had a few questions for you.” Roland said as he accepted a fresh tumbler of scotch on the rocks from the passing waitress. “The boxes by the doors, what are they for?”

Draco turned his head and glanced at the boxes then to the man in the white shirt with the shades, “That depends, on why you want to know.” He said, crossing his arms across his chest. When Roland tilted his head, he continued, “extra tips and notes for the staff from the customers, special song requests that sort of thing.”

“I see, thank you for your time. Nice club you have here also.” Roland said as he downed his drink and set the empty tumbler on a coaster, leaving a couple of bills on the table rose and picked up his coat. “Hope to see you again.” He said before he vanished through the front doors and into the night.

Draco raised a brow as he watched the man walk out, but not before staring at the boxes by the door for a few moments. Eyes narrowing, Draco made a mental note to keep an eye out for that particular man if he ever came back. He watched as one of the girls cleaned up the table, and he made his way back to the podium by the door, when a slender woman came up to him. “Ma’am, what can I do for you?”

“Where is that honey voiced Suya tonight?”

“I gave him the night off, to rest his voice; he will be back on Monday.” Draco responded, watching the woman’s face fall a bit in disappointment. But then she smiled at him and turned walking over to Suya’s box and dropping in an envelope. “have a good night.” He finished watching her leave.

~*~*~*~

Arista sat with Jounouchi, as he started to talk and as he did, her anger rose to a boiling point. She was seething inside but held it together as she stroked Jounouchi’s hair, as he finished telling his side of events. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“Nah, I just want to sleep. Is here okay?” Jounouchi inquired moving away from her a bit. Arista nodded and rose from the futon making her way to the linen closet. She pulled out a soft blanket and a towel. “Thank you, Arista. For letting me stay.”

“Anytime. I mean that, Jounouchi, you’ll be safe here.” Arista responded, as she covered him with the blanket. I’m going to have to tell Draco, and he will not be happy about this. She smiled softly down at Jounouchi and tucked him into the blanket, “you know where everything is, if you need anything just ask me or Draco.” Jounouchi nodded, the feeling of her running her fingers through his hair was comforting, “sleep well.”

When she rose and left him, only then was Jounouchi able to let the tears that he had struggled to hold back go, as this was what he had always wanted, just someone . . . anyone to care about him like these two strangers did, people that barely knew him had taken him in and offered him sanctuary from the one who had hurt him so badly. His own father. He wondered about his sister, Shikuza and how she was faring with their mother and there was a part of him that wondered why their mother hadn’t taken both of them.

Arista who had been in the bedroom paused as she heard the soft crying, and sighed at the pain that was obviously hurting the boy and there was nothing she could do about it. Running her fingers through her long red locks, she peeked in at Jounouchi who was curled into a ball on the futon and attempting to sleep. Quietly as she could, she slipped out the door and headed down to the club.

~*~*~*~

Takahiro, Jounouchi’s father stumbled home after a night at the bars but Jounouchi was not there. Where is that damned mutt? Stupid boy, well as long as he makes me more money, I won’t hurt him much. He thought, as he ransacked Jounouchi’s bedroom searching for things that he could sell to make more money for his booze and his gambling. When he found nothing to use for more liquor, he snarled viciously and taking a switchblade from his pocket slashed the remainder of clothes that Jounouchi had in his closet, moving then to the futon mattress which he shredded and left in pieces.

After leaving his only son’s room in a shambles, Takahiro rummaged through a few things and found a notebook with some illegible scribbles inside. With the notebook in his hand, he headed towards the payphone down the street. Depositing a few coins, he dialed a number that he found in the notebook and waiting he listened to the dial tone.

~*~*~*~

Yuugi was curled in Atemu’s arms, watching a movie when the phone started to ring. Reaching over, Atemu picked it up and held it to his ear, “Hello?” he inquired; Yuugi looked up at Atemu his amethyst eyes inquisitive.

“Have you seen my son?” came the hesitant query.

“I’m sorry, who are you looking for?”

“Jounouchi, now WHERE is he?!” the voice roared and Atemu pulled the phone from his ear and Yuugi overheard that and took the phone from Atemu though Atemu tried to hold onto it so that his younger lover did not have to deal with whoever this was on the line.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Katsuya, we haven’t seen Jounouchi.” Yuugi said as he finally wrestled the phone from Atemu.

“Where is my son you spiky headed little freak?!” the man roared into the phone, as Yuugi shivered and hung up the phone.

Atemu’s arms instantly tightened around his love, “Yuugi, what is it?”

“He’s so angry…maybe we should go look for Jou.”

Atemu shook his head, “we cannot, it is late, but tomorrow we shall look for him. Perhaps we should even call Kaiba.”

“What good will that do? He hates Jou.” Yuugi said, “We can’t call him. Even if he does have tons of resources.” Atemu sighed softly but acquiesced to his wishes, Yuugi glanced up at his beloved, “if we don’t find him tomorrow, we’ll talk to Kaiba on Monday, well I will…” Yuugi finished as Atemu leaned down and kissed him softly.

“Thank you, aibou. Now, let’s try and get some sleep.” Atemu pulled Yuugi into his arms and lay down on the bed, but Yuugi couldn’t sleep as all his thoughts were on his friend who was now missing. Even curled in the warmth and safety of Atemu, Yuugi cried himself to sleep.

~*~*~*~

Slamming the phone into the cradle, Takahiro hissed viciously already thinking of where his wayward son was, and remembered that the boy had a job but where. There had been little or nothing in his room to indicate where he was working, only thing he had to go on was the fact that the notes he found in the garbage can were song titles. When I find him, I’m going to punish him severely. He thought to himself, as he stared at the notebook in his hand and reached for another quarter.

~*~*~*~

Intoxication closed their doors, leaving Arista and Draco alone in the club. “Draco, that young man…”

“Lied about his injuries. I know he did. What did he say to you?” Draco asked, as he wiped down the table where his wife was sitting nursing her third cup of coffee.

“His father did it.”

“That bastard!” Draco snarled, slamming his fist into the table and nearly cracking the wood. “I’ll kill him myself if I find him.”

“Draco! You can’t do that. Jounouchi said that his father takes whatever money he earns and uses it to buy liquor and gamble. And when he’s really drunk…” Draco shuddered in revulsion, in all his years; he could never understand beating on a child, especially one of your own blood. “I think we should keep him.”

“He’s not a pet,” Draco started to respond, and then thought for a moment, “however, we can give him shelter, and whatever else he needs, since its obvious he’s not getting that at home.”

“I agree with you, Draco. Shall we go up and tell him?” Arista said rising and locking the front door as she took her husband’s hand in her own.

Shaking his head, Draco smiled at his wife, “in the morning, let him sleep tonight. I think he’s earned it.” Taking his wife upstairs they stood quietly for a few minutes, as they looked down at the sleeping teenager. “He’s earned it, and paid for the rest in blood.”

~*~*~*~

He was home at the mansion in his office when there was a knock at the door. “Mokie, I’ll go to bed when I feel like going to bed.” Seto said as he finished writing the last email that he had to send off to the game designer. The knock came again and Seto glared at the door. “Mokuba…I’m not in the mood for games.”

The door opened almost silently as Roland walked through and into Seto’s office. “Got some information for you on that new club, seems promising. Good staff, you should go check it out, they are closed tomorrow, so Monday is the earliest.”

“Thank you, Roland. Take tomorrow off, I promised Mokuba we’d go to Kaiba Land and he swears he is going to get me on that Blue Eyes White Dragon ride.” Seto said with a scowl. “but he won’t.”

Roland chuckled, “have fun sir, I’ll see you in the morning.” He said before he left Seto to his own thoughts.

Seto didn’t even bother to finish the rest of his work, as he closed the laptop and turned his chair, staring out the window at the moon. His thought turned inward and towards Jounouchi as he wondered what was going on with him. At school it seemed he was distancing himself from Yuugi and his friends which wasn’t like him at all. He wolfed down the food that Kaiba had brought him as though it had been the first thing he had eaten in a week. Something was going on with the mutt and he couldn’t put his finger on it. And if there was one thing that Seto loved it was a challenge and Jounouchi was certainly turning out to be just that.

Closing down his office, Seto retreated to his bedroom where he stripped out of his clothes and stepped into the shower. As he ran the bar of soap over his body, Seto’s blue eyes closed and he gave himself up to the fantasy that was racing through his mind.

Jounouchi was kneeling before him on the cool linoleum, his tongue flicking over the head of his cock, hearing the blonde moan at the taste of the pearly drop that was gathered at the tip. Seto buried his fingers in that mop of hair, nearly passing out as pleasure ripped through his very soul, but sanity returned as he tore Jounouchi’s mouth from his throbbing length and stood him up. The lust in those honey brown eyes shining with a luminosity that was outdone only by the moon made Seto’s breath catch in his throat.

Jounouchi’s fingers found their way into Seto’s locks, as he threw his own blonde head backwards, the strands forming a halo around his head. Seto had taken his lover’s cock in hand and was stroking it languidly. Seto moved his sensual mouth over the expanse of Jou’s neck steadily moving downwards. He flicked his tongue over Jounouchi’s pelvic bones and then nibbled his way up the erection that he found nestled between the blonde’s thighs. Fingers reached up and pinched at the brown disks until Jounouchi’s moans echoed in the bathroom.

Steam filled the shower stall as Jounouchi’s voice, which was barely above a whimper with the light abuse that made the ache in his groin increase. “I want you, Seto.” He whispered, wanting the one who had his heart to take him, to dominate him as he truly wanted.

Seto’s sapphire gaze focused, his eyes narrowed and full of desire as he rose to his full height and turned Jounouchi around, pressing him against the tiles as he leaned heavily onto Jou’s back. Reaching between his body and the wall, Seto grasped Jou’s cock and stroked it slowly, leaning down and biting the nape of the golden neck.

“Fuck…” Jounouchi moaned, his body trembling with need that coursed through his slender body. He held still as he was bitten, knowing that it was Seto’s way to claim him as his mate. His arousal was peaking, even as Seto moved back slightly and pulled Jounouchi’s cheeks apart, and slid inside with one thrust of his limber hips, slamming himself home and snarling in pleasure as he was sheathed in the tight warmth of his lover.

Jounouchi cried out as he was taken, but it was more in the ecstasy of joining than the burning pain of being taken in such a fashion. There was no gentle lovemaking in this; this was pure need and desire, Seto’s hips moved on their own accord, his fingers gripping Jounouchi’s hips as he thrust faster and harder. “Touch yourself, Jounouchi, make yourself come for me.” Seto snarled, as he did as he was told, stroking himself in counterpoint to Seto’s thrusts. With a hiss of completion Seto came deep in that contracting channel as Jounouchi sprayed his seed all over the tile before him. “I love you, Seto.”

Seto groaned as he came and trembled with the aftermath as he released his softening erection and hung his dark head beneath the spray of the shower. God, Jounouchi. Seto thought to himself as he barely had the strength to crawl out of the shower, and dry himself off before he stumbled off to bed. Once he hit his sheets, he stared up at the ceiling for a few moments, and then realized he felt very alone in the king sized bed that he slept in. Damn, I’m going to have to tell him because sleeping without him is harder than I thought it was.

~*~*~*~

Takahiro walked through the streets of Domino City, searching for his son, but when he came up empty of all the usual haunts, he headed back to the apartment and found the place the same. Where are you, you stupid mutt! Probably in the pound where you belong, well if you aren’t there and I find you, so help me, I’m going to put you there! Takahiro closed the door to the apartment, while contemplating his next move.

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Author’s Notes: Don’t forget to read and review, my plot bunnies eat the reviews and come back to haunt me another day.