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 Five – Moondance


It was Sunday night, and Jounouchi sat downstairs in Intoxication when the door opened. He knew they weren’t open but wanted to practice this one, “can I help you?” he asked, as the figure walked in and glanced around.

“I am looking for the owner of the establishment.”

“he is in the kitchen, can I ask who you are?” Jounouchi inquired as he pressed a small button on the side of the bar, “boss, someone here to see you.”

“We aren’t open, and I’m trying to decipher this list of shit I have to go pick up.”

Handing over his card, the man wandered around, peeking under tables and making a general nuisance of himself as Jounouchi watched him like a hawk. “Uh, its important, boss.”

Draco snarled into the intercom and wiping his hands on a towel walked in through the swinging doors. “you wanted to see me, Mr.?”

“Ah, I am Hirotaro, Mr. Eberhardt, Health Inspector and we have heard that you have had a rat infestation.”

“There are no rats in my club.” Draco said evenly, though I don’t count the ones that walk through the doors on two feet, like you for instance. He thought as he resisted the urge to break out in a grin. “I’m sorry, you can take a look around if you wish, but I can assure you, there are no vermin here.”

“Either way, it was a complaint from someone who was in your club, so I am citing you.” He said, holding out a piece of paper.

Draco accepted the paper and blanched, “This is 500!”

Hirotaro nodded, “yes, and I suggest that you pay it immediately, and keep your nose clean, or I will be back.” He finished as he nodded, “good evening.” Then he headed out the door, shuffling his feet as he did.

Jounouchi glanced over at his boss who seemed very distracted and angry with the citation in his hand, “Um…”

“Don’t worry about it, head on up. I’ll see you tomorrow, and don’t worry, I’ll take care of this. Oh, and Suya, don’t tell Arista.” Draco said, shoving the citation in his pocket as he watched the blond headed teenager head up the stairs. Sighing softly, Draco returned to the kitchen to finish what he was doing.

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Jounouchi walked into his new room and lay down on the bed, but when he closed his eyes, he was almost instantly asleep and when he was asleep the dragon came out to play. Kaiba’s office was a mix of glass and chrome, the Domino City skyline outside his picture window. Slamming the door behind him, Jounouchi stared at Seto who was seated behind his desk slightly wide-eyed at the entrance. “So, what is it you do in this room exactly?” Jounouchi inquired, his voice deepening to a growl, as his eyes had gone to a deep shade of amber.

“Other than work, I satisfy my appetites.” Seto responded, and with the speed of a striking snake slammed Jounouchi against the doorway and began to devour his mouth. His body pressed against his lithe lover’s, pressing him into the unyielding wood as his fingers threaded through those blond locks.

Jounouchi growled low in the base of his throat, as he was devoured so thoroughly by Seto, as their tongues dueled for dominance, and it was then and only then that Jounouchi shoved himself off the door, stumbling them both towards the desk in the center of Kaiba’s office. Reaching behind his taller lover, he shoved the folders and papers off the desk not caring where they fell; arms and legs entangled, Jounouchi fell atop Seto on the desk. Jounouchi’s fingers were swift as he tore at the fastenings of Seto’s pants. “Oops.”

Seto chuckled and flipped Jounouchi to tear his jeans off, along with his shirt. Seto then slipped off his coat and dress shirt, so he was now as naked as his lover, straddling Jounouchi’s slender body as he stared down at him.

Lost, Jounouchi stared up at Seto, “you’re so sexy, but you knew that didn’t you?” he inquired, as he ran his fingers down Seto’s spine. “you are.”

Seto closed his eyes, arching his back like a needy feline into those searching fingers. “I know, my Jounouchi.” Seto responded, as he tilted his head to the side as Jounouchi leaned up and bit the side of Seto’s throat. Capturing Jounouchi’s face in his hands, Seto placed a tender, soul searing kiss on those slightly pouty lips, and swallowed the sigh that left the blonde’s throat.

“Enough!” Jounouchi snapped as he rolled suddenly, and then pinned Seto down to the desk, only to start nipping and licking his way down the smooth column of the C.E.O.’s throat. He loved the way that Seto writhed under his teeth and tongue. Seto on the other hand was thrilled that Jounouchi did something and wasn’t passive beneath him or above him as the case may have been. That Jounouchi was willing to take what he wanted, made him that much more precious to Seto.

“Foreplay. Over. In. Me. Now.” Seto stammered, barely coherent enough to form a sentence as his entire body thrummed with pleasure.

“Mmm,” Jounouchi moaned softly as he whispered huskily against the elegant shell of Seto’s ear, “I love it when you get all monosyllabic.” He said, as he reached betwixt them and slid his fingers gently into Seto’s body. Seto let out a lusty cry as he was filled but it was one of ecstasy not one of pain. Preparing his lover quickly, Jounouchi barely managed to get his fingers freed before he slipped his cock between those pale thighs and thrust home.

Seto groaned and wrapped his limbs around Jounouchi’s hips as he began to move with languid lazy thrusts of his hips. Seto thrashed with the slow treatment as he wanted it faster and harder. And a whimper left his aristocratic mouth, his eyes dilated with the passion he felt in his heart.

Slowly, Jounouchi leaned downwards and with his lips a hair’s breadth away spoke, “I want you to come so hard, you see heaven, Seto.” His fingers sliding around Seto’s neglected erection and stroking it in tandem to each powerful thrust of his hips. Seto was so immersed in sexual pleasure, that he could not hold back any longer and with a hoarse shout drove himself hard onto Jounouchi’s length as he came, clenching around him as he trembled from the force of his climax.

Jounouchi nearly passed out with the way that Seto wrenched each droplet from his throbbing erection that was seated so deeply within his lover, and it was all he could do as he fell atop Seto on the desk panting and trying to catch his breath.

“Seto….” Jounouchi moaned in his slumber, as Arista happened to be walking by, on her way to bed after looking at the books. She blushed a little bit and closed the door to give him some privacy.

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The next morning when the bell rang at Domino High School, Jounouchi was already in class at his desk, staring at something in front of him. “Hey Jou, did you have a good weekend, after you saw everyone?” Yuugi asked, but when Jou didn’t answer, he leaned over and peeked at the paper, “What’s wrong?”

“Draco, my boss is having some problems at the club, that’s all.”

Seto’s ears perked, as he noticed that Jounouchi was steadfastly avoiding any sort of eye contact with him. Something is up with Intoxication, now what on earth could that be? He thought to himself, as he tapped keys on his laptop already sending out his feelers to see what he could find out.

When class started, Jounouchi was very withdrawn as his thoughts were on Draco and who might be trying to sabotage his business. It never occurred to him to suspect his own father of the treachery, or that it was all a ruse to get to him. When lunch rolled around, Jounouchi made his way to his favorite tree and sat down only to find Seto next to him. “what do you want?”

“I wanted to apologize.”

“For what?”

“I don’t know, I’m just…I’m sorry, Jounouchi.” He said before wandering off and opening his laptop leaving a very stunned blonde in his wake.

Blinking in stupidity, Jounouchi wondered what this change of heart that Seto seemed to be having was due to. He can’t possibly know how I feel about him, can he? He thought to himself, as he ate the lunch that Arista had prepared for him. Quietly he ate his lunch then set the packaging aside, as he turned his gaze to the clock and went back inside.

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Draco was fuming, he still was not sure as to who sent the complaint, nor would the stupid little man tell him who it was, saying it was confidential. He had paid the fine, and was presently headed back to the club, where he knew that school would let out and Jounouchi would be bouncing back in for dinner then work, but as he made his way to his car, he saw someone leaning against it, “Can I help you?”

“You Draco Eberhardt?”

“Yeah, that’s me.” Draco replied, moving his hand to his waist where it would be easier to defend himself if necessary. “who are you?”

“I am Jounouchi’s father. And you have my miserable mutt of a son.”

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Seto groaned as he stared in his closet. Mokuba was laying on the bed watching him, “big brother, I’m telling you, wear the leather pants with that royal blue silk shirt.” He said, as he chewed on his lower lip.

“Why are you in here, don’t you have homework?”

“Nope.” He replied, “anyway, its more fun to bother you.”

A knock sounded at the door, “Mr. Kaiba, I have that information you requested.” Came Roland’s voice from outside and Seto made his way over and opened the door.

“Thank you, Roland. I’ll need the limo to drop me off at Intoxication tonight; I have the sudden urge to hear someone sing. As for the information, see what Mr. Hirotaro is really after.”

“Yes sir, Mr. Kaiba.”

When Roland wandered off, Seto closed the door and took his clothes into the bathroom to dress, but he added a few touches here and there, before getting Mokuba’s approval, “Well?” he groused.

Mokuba looked up, “You look great, Jou won’t know what hit him.”

None of them will. Seto thought to himself as he ruffled Mokuba’s hair, “now, don’t stay up too late, and go to bed at a decent hour.”

“Yes, Dad!” Mokuba fumed, as he pouted.

“Love you, Mokie.”

~*~*~*~

Intoxication was in full swing, but Draco was furious in the back, and he didn’t want to tell Jounouchi what his father had said. The young man was maneuvering through the tables as two of the girls hadn’t shown up, and he was going to have to sing more than once tonight. Arista was busy as well, showing people to their tables and smiling happily and it was going to be Draco that ruined all that later tonight.

There was a hush as the door opened and a charismatic young man walked in. His hair had been blown out and fell around his shoulders in straight strands covering his sapphire gaze. He removed his black trench coat revealing a pair of black leather pants that were so tight that they left little or nothing to the imagination, a black cotton tank-top hugged the upper body and was covered by a long sleeved royal blue silk shirt. “Good evening, and welcome to Intoxication. Can I show you to a table?” Arista asked, as she smiled warmly.

“I’d appreciate something in a dark corner, if you can manage that.” Seto replied, as he gazed around. Jounouchi wasn’t facing him which was good, as Arista nodded and led him to a dark corner, offering to take his coat to which he shook his head in a negative. “when do your singers come on?”

“Suya is up shortly actually, he draws quite a crowd.” Arista said with another smile, this one was warmer and Seto had to wonder if she was going to be competition for the blonde’s heart. “I’ll have a waiter come get your order.”

“Do not send Suya, anyone else is fine.”

Raising a brow as he made that statement, Arista nodded and went to the kitchens to snag Kenshin who made his way to Seto’s table to get his order as a pair of blue eyes the color of sapphires locked onto the blonde and his gaze followed him around. The quartet began to play the warm up strains of a song and Suya who had ditched his apron for the moment took the stage.

There was a solo spotlight that illuminated a stool and a microphone stand but the microphone was missing. And the honey rich voice filled the air, “Never know how much I love you, never know how much I care, when you put your arms around me, I get a fever that’s so hard to bear.” And then he stepped into the light, making all the women in the club gasp, “You give me fever, when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight. Fever. In the morning, fever all through the night.”

Even though Seto knew that Jounouchi had no clue he was there, it was like Jounouchi was singing to him, and Seto squirmed in the chair, as he watched the blonde, whose eyes were closed as he lost himself to the song. Oh God, Jounouchi, that voice is sinful and should be outlawed.

“Sun lights up the daytime, moon lights up the night. I light up when you call my name and you know I’m gonna treat you right. You give me fever, when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight. Fever. In the morning, fever all through the night. Everybody’s got the fever, that is something you all know…” then those eyes opened and gazed out at the crowd. Jounouchi’s eyes were at half-mast and the crowd reacted to the heat in that gaze.

You have them hanging onto each note, including me. How I let you go this long without me, I will never be able to figure that one out. Seto thought to himself.

“Fever isn’t such a new thing, fever started long ago. Romeo loved Juliet, Juliet she felt the same. When he put his arms around her, he said, ‘Julie baby you’re my flame.’ Thou givest fever, when we kisseth, fever with thy flaming youth. Fever.” His tongue came out and wet his lower lip sending the women and one lone man named Seto Kaiba into shivers, as he continues, “I’m afire, fever yeah, I burn forsooth.”

Seto reached out for the drink and lifted it to his lips as Jounouchi continued to sing, and weave his magic spell with the crowd.

“Captain Smith and Pocahontas had a very mad affair, when her daddy tried to kill him, she said ‘daddy, oh don’t you dare.’ Give me fever, with his kisses, fever when he holds me tight. Fever. I’m his missus, oh daddy won’t you treat him right.”

The instrumental portion started up, and Jounouchi who was lost in the music, tapped his foot along and his body’s movements became seductive, “now, you’ve listened to my story, here’s the point that I have made. He was born to give me fever, be it Fahrenheit or Centigrade.” His eyes were opening slowly and the heat in them as they seemed to seek Seto out and center on him made Seto swallow heavily and he cursed the fact that Mokuba got him in pants this tight. “They give you fever, when you kiss them, fever if you live and learn. Fever. Till you sizzle, but what a lovely way to burn.”

The applause that erupted for the song, deafened the last notes of the song, and Jounouchi slipped from the stage with a smile, “what a lovely way to burn.” He finished as he picked up his apron behind the bar and slipped it back on. As he made his way through the tables, women were slipping him phone numbers and tips, which he simply pocketed but didn’t respond to.

Kenshin walked over to Seto’s table, “want a refill on your drink, sir? Can I get you something else?”

Seto looked up, “send me Suya, if you would.”

“If you want to talk to him, gotta do it off hours, not during club time. If you have a request for a song, or a tip, or a note, drop it in his box.” There was no reason for Kenshin to be jealous of Suya, he knew the kid was good.

“My apologies, I did not know that was the way this place was run.” Seto replied as he nodded, “another drink will be fine.” He continued as he watched Jounouchi from the corner of his eye and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. Writing a short note, he placed a large tip inside and then folded it up, writing ‘Suya’ on the front, he tucked it into his shirt to place in the box when he left.

He barely touched the second drink when the door opened, and a short man walked in the door. Arista moved to intercept him before he got too far inward, but Seto was close enough to overhear the conversation. “did you forget something sir?”

“No, I came to speak with your husband, another complaint has come up, about underage workers in your club.”

Seto narrowed his eyes at this, for he knew that Jounouchi was of age and wanted to see how this woman would handle it. Arista calmly spoke, “the legal working age in Japan is sixteen is it not?”

“Yes, but you serve alcohol here, how certain are you that your staff doesn’t drink the liquor?” he pressed.

“They do not drink anything but water here, sir. I can assure you of that.”

“It doesn’t matter, you have been cited for having underage workers in your club after hours, and that is a thousand yen fine.”

Arista’s eyes widened at the pricetag, and even Seto could see that the woman was wavering slightly. Having seen quite enough, Seto rose from his seat and headed over, “is there a problem here?” he inquired.

“No…nothing.” Arista tried to say as she gazed up at this young man who seemed to come to her rescue. Her staff was busy and she had tried to get the little man to leave, and as it was, they were just out of eyeshot behind a large curtain that she had installed to give the club a bit more privacy from the outside.

“May I see that?” he asked, holding his hand out of the citation.

“Please…its nothing.”

“Just one minute, I suggest you leave this between her and me, young man. I am the Health Inspector.”

“Oh yes, Mr. Hirotaro, I know who you are. Interesting that you came here after business hours.” Seto said as his mind was already working and the wheels in his head were spinning.

The man sputtered, “Well, the citation needed to be written up, and the complaint filed.”

“And who is the complainants?”

“I am not at liberty to discuss this person with you when I don’t even know who you are.”

“You do not need to know who I am, Mr. Hirotaro, but rest assured, Mrs. Eberhardt will pay your fine and you will remove yourself from this club this moment.” Seto said, his face hardening into the mask that usually made others tremble. The Inspector sniffed indignantly and left, as Arista turned towards him. “You have a wonderful club here, ma’am and I will do my best to make sure you keep it.”

“But…who are you?”

“Someone who cares about Suya.” Seto replied as he dropped the note into the box marked Suya and left the club and it was only then that Arista realized who that was that left.

“Seto Kaiba.”


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