Gettin' Bi Mai

Author's Corner: Well it feels great to work on this fic again. ^^ I like to thank you all for your support and patience. It REALLY means a lot to me and I can't promise that I won't do it again (I tried that, but didn't work lol) But just know that I will NEVER have any intentions of giving up on my fics. Please at least find comfort in that! *hugs to all*

IMPORTANT: I'm planning on making a move to Live Journal (want to have a personal home for me fics)in the near future but I will let you know on when I make that move. Hopefully, I'll see you guys there when I do. *grins*

And sooooooooo without further adieu,


Gather around kiddies, Mother Mizu is now on her stump with another story to share...


*Enjoy*


New South Wales, Sydney, Australia


“Did I really call atta bad time?” Blue eyes sparkle in mirth as the shrill voice resonating from the receiver floated out into the otherwise quiet atmosphere.

“Yes! Your timing stinks! As always!”

Lips curve into a knowing smile. “Awww, are ya having another blue with your boyfriend? It seems like you’re always spewin’ when I call you.”

“He’s my FIANCEE, Varon! How many times do I have to spell it out to you!

The blue-eyed Australian chuckled knowingly, making himself more comfortable in his plush wicker chair while taking in the beautiful oceanic view from the balcony of his condo. “Eh, fiancée…boyfriend, it’s all the same to you.” With the screeching now becoming even louder from his cell phone, Varon couldn’t help but let his smile grow bigger.

“Go to hell! I don’t need YOUR abuse! I’ve had enough for one day.”

“Heh, well it sounds like ya should thank this bloke for giving you a ringer then. I really don’t know why you’re still wasting your time on that dipstick” The brunet couldn’t help but scowled in suppressed anger.

“Look, I have my reasons for marrying him and you knew that I was getting married so don’t get all jealous now!”

“Jealous?” Varon laugh with spite into the phone, grabbing some brandy in a glass cup that was sitting on a white wicker and glass table to his left. “What’s with THAT yabberin’ bullshit! Why should I be jealous? I mean, you had already committed adultery BEFORE you even accepted that engagement ring.”

“Varon, you promised that you wouldn’t do this.”

“Promises?! Don’t lecture me about promises woman! BECAUSE YOU’VE BROKEN ALL OF YOURS!”

Taking a deep and painful breath, Varon adjusted his shades, which was slowly sinking down his nose.

“Well you promised that Soul Shock will be topping the charts, and well…maybe if you had actually kept THAT promise…”

Stunned, the lead singer of the aforementioned group barely registered the tell-tale click of a hang-up. Placing his cell phone on his lap, he slowly, yet eventually, brought his glass of brandy to his lips, and then, more or less, chugged the whole thing down. The burning sensations deep within his gut symbolically matched the burning pains of rejection within his chest.

That pompous bitch! Why, that was a low blow to his donger!

Even though Soul Shock wasn’t as well-renowned as Shattered Dreams, they were still a very notable group. Their recent released sophomore album, “Soul’s Rhapsody” was rapidly climbing the charts and not to mention their single, “Love Drain” was getting lots of airplay. Hell, that single was going to be an opening song for an upcoming anime series and that was a pretty damn good accomplishment, if he could say so himself. It wasn’t at all bad for a group that was still a bit wet behind the ears, only being about a little over two years old.

Varon chuckled as he reached over to grab the large bottle of his unmarked booze, bypassing the glass all together. Fuck what that whoremonger says, he and his biker buddies were very fortunate to be where they were. It seemed like it was just last week when they decided to screw around at a Karaoke bar and a producer had been sitting front and center. With that satisfying thought, the brunet tipped his head back and downed a couple of mouthfuls.

“Ah, the sick, sad life of being the other man.”

Coughing and sputtering, Varon sat up wide-eyed to see his synth player leaning against the edge of the sliding glass window, arms crossed and with a smug grin on his face.

“G’day me mate. How’s the good life in the ol’ lucky country?”

Wiping the access liquid from his mouth, Varon growled. “Mind your own bizzo, Alister and your accent sucks!”
The red-headed male smiled in amusement, straightening up and made his way towards the empty chair adjacent from his friend. “Well, even though you’re not high on my ‘favorite persons’ list either, I’m still worried about you.”

Not wanting to comment on that, the brunet shrugged it off and handed Alister a glass and the bottle. “How was your flight from Britain?”

Taking the offered alcohol and pouring a glass full, the other responded, “Uneventful, really. Rafael had contacted me during the trip.” Alister paused to take a sip before continuing. “Said his flight was delayed from inclement weather. He won’t be able to fly in till tomorrow.”

Varon shook his head in understanding, looking out to the white sands of the beach. Mai’s words continue to roll around in his head.

“What did she say to you THIS time?”

Startled at the question and frowning, the blue-eyed Australian huffed, snatching the brandy away. “Even though it’s none of your concern, we were just spewin’ about her pointless engagement to that mongrel.”

Studying Varon’s facial expressions carefully, Alister took a calculated sip of his drink. “So you haven’t heard the news then. Hmph, go figure that she didn’t tell you.”

“What didn’t she tell me?” Varon asked, somehow knowing that this is good news.

Instead of responding, the red-headed male reached into his trench coat and pulled out a British newspaper. “Here, see for yourself.”

The paper made a resounding ‘smack’ upon the table and Varon wasted no time in grabbing it.

He couldn’t help but gasp.

Before his very blue eyes was a close-up of a familiar blond lead singer with a startling caption over his head that read, ‘Jou Kats of Shattered Dreams Denounces Engagement For Male Lover at Press Conference In Hong Kong.’
The brunet couldn’t help but smirk. Nope, Mai has certainly failed to mention THIS part. “So the dipstick has taken a liking to ass freckles, has he?

“And not just ANY ass freckle, look at the next major headliner.” Alister instructed, grinning into his cup.

“Oh…my…get the fuck outta here!” Varon exclaimed, sitting straight up in his chair and staring at the serious expression of none other than Kaiba Seto. “Kaiba Seto, Japan’s leading industrialist…announced in conference confession… as secret male lover —Shit! I thought the ol bloke had kicked the bucket!”

Snickering, Alister reached into his trench coat. “Notice that’s an old photo; must’ve turned into fucking Adonis if Jou Kats has fallen for him.”

Varon only nodded, staring at the documents in the other’s hands. “So what’cha got there now, mate?”

Waving the documents high and about like it was candy, Alister smirked. “Well since we are on the topic of Shattered Dreams, we might as well talk business.”

“Ok…” The blue-eyed male urged on.

“As you well know, our seniors are on their international tour and one of their tour stops just so happens to be here, in Australia.” Tossing the papers so that they were in Varon’s reach, the smirking male continued. “They are minus an opening act and guess what group has just been offered the job?”

Blues eyes began to shine in mischief and excitement and Varon grabbed his phone up again.

“I’ll call my manager.”

**

Deft and quick hands swiftly took hold of blond locks to apply heat from a straightening iron, being careful to not mar smooth tan skin at the nape. The hair appliance goes back onto the organized chaos of a table as manicured hands reached into a jar of peach-colored hair gel sitting at the left corner. The gothic-looking beautician with more piercings in her than a pin cushion flattened her hand on the back of her client’s head and rubs upward until the blond hair was sticking straight up. However, erratic vibrations that had been going on since the very beginning, started to take its toll on the beautician’s nerves as the hair continued to fall down in places.

“Yo, Kats, chill out with the leg action. You’re messing up my style here.”

Jou twitched, snapping out of his reverie about a certain someone who hasn’t come back from a certain dinner date. He stared at his reflection in the lit vanity mirror and zoned past his naked torso to meet the irritable glint of chocolate brown eyes.

“Oh, heh, sorry, Haruka. I guess I have a lot on mah mind.”

“And something tells me that you didn’t mean that in quantity, more like in the quality of what, or rather, WHO you are thinking about.”

“No one’s talking to ya, Kuroki.” Jou snapped while once again, using the mirror to look across the burgundy carpet of the room to stare at grey, grinning eyes.

“Kyo is having a fit, you know. The photo shoot is less than an hour away and they’re not even back yet”, said the young drummer, nonchalantly, while letting his own personal beautician tilt his head back to apply his foundation. He couldn’t help but add. “But of course you probably have been keeping track of just how long they’ve been gone.”

Jounouchi growled but had no choice but to keep still since the hot iron was back and hovering over his forehead. “And what makes ya think that I’m keeping track of something so stupid?”

Having kept quiet for the sake of his eyeliner and mascara application, Kuroki cautiously opened his eyes, upon instruction to do so. “Heh, well unless you’re just now noticing that your Rolex has diamonds encrusted on it, I say, there hasn’t been a single minute that passed you by. So how many hours, minutes, seconds, and milliseconds are they over for, ne?”

“Twisted son of a bitch.” The blond mumbled, ignoring the snickers that he was getting. So what if it has been exactly two hours, thirty-seven minutes, twenty-four seconds and 2 millisecs since Seto and Satoru had left for dinner and that they were exactly an hour, seven minutes, twenty-four seconds, and 2 millisecs over and he knew. So the fuck what! There was nothing wrong with keeping a little track of time anyway.

“I’M GOING TO HAVE HIS HEAD FOR THIS! WHERE THE HELL COULD SATORU BE?”

The booming voice startled Jounouchi from his internal ranting to the point that he narrowly missed a painful fate with the straightening iron. Looking into the mirror, he saw Kyo storming into their dressing room, pulling his black hair in a way that looked agonizing.

“We have to be ready in time! Chuan-Li is not going to tolerate any bullshit!”

“Have you tried calling his cell?” Kuroki quizzically looked to his producer, his wheat blond hair now having a series of rollers in it. “Maybe him and Seto got stuck in traffic or something.”

“He hasn’t been picking up! But, what the hell, I’ll call again.” With that Kyo disappeared from whence he came.

However the damage has been done and Jou began to fidget in his chair as a disconcerting thought rattled his brain. Stuck in traffic in a limo…with someone as gorge..er..um..hot…healt..healthy! That’s it, someone as healthy-looking as Kaiba, all alone…with nothing to do…

But surely Kaiba has more self-control than that, he wouldn’t just get into a make-out session with his childhood best friend just because traffic presented the opportunity or…or what if they were already making out right now, would the usually cool CEO, in the throes of passion, give in and have limo sex? Could it really get that serious? Maybe…

“YO, KATS!”

“Shit!,” shouted the blond, jumping nearly to the ceiling and almost falling out the chair. Trying to slow his racing heart, Jounouchi looked to the tell-tale glass to see an amused expression on Haruka’s face.

He didn’t even bother to register the hoots of laughter in the background, since he already knew who that was.

“Um, yeah?”

Packing her things, Haruka answered with a grin. “Dude, you’re done. Unless you want to secure that deer-caught-in-headlights look, I suggest you go and get dressed.”

“Oh...”

The talented male stared at his reflection to access the look and as usual, his gothic beautician had done a good job. His hair was spiked up with the exception of his side bang, which hung over his forehead and was long enough to cover his left eye. He wondered what Kaiba would think about his new look when he saw him.

With that fleeting thought, Jou frowned, and as if it was cursed, he backed away from the mirror. He walked over to the rack full of clothing that was set aside for him, and rummaged through the latest designer trends that the world had to offer. The erratic clanging and clattering of the hangers continued for minutes and the blond sighed. For once, there was absolutely nothing to wear. That is until he came across…a trench coat.

Fashion designers had tried many times to get him to model one, but he would never do it. He absolutely abhorred them since he was a show-off-my-beautiful-body kind of guy. But strangely he wanted to try on this one. It reminded him of the first trench coat he had ever saw Kaiba wear. However, this one was designed for high fashion with its dark forest green Chinese silk, embroidered in vibrant golden dragons. There was a cut-out S-shaped dragon on the back, in which the silk oriental fabric was replaced by mesh. There were a series of black belts going down the front and was the only means of closing the trench coat over the torso. The gold buckles matched the gold trimming that outlined the entire piece.

Without another thought, Jounouchi put the sleeveless trench coat over his body and it melded to him like a second skin. Every curve was defined, even his ass. He couldn’t help but grin at the power he felt wearing the damned thing and finally, after five long years, he understood the CEO’s former passion for them.

Pants. The blond thought. There must be pants to go with this.

Like a child in a candy shop, the lead singer of Shattered Dreams excitedly delved through the rack, totally forgetting the fact that he was sharing the room with a certain wheat haired drummer.

Finally he came upon the provocative pair of leather pants that had cut out dragons on both side but no mesh. The smooth skin of his thighs will be showing through and the back pockets were made of the same material as the trench coat.

Wasting no time of ridding himself of his jeans and boxers, Jou oiled himself with some baby oil that was sitting on the counter and slipped the tight-fitting pants on. He had underestimated on just how provocative they were as the belt line set real low on his hips. A nice belt would actually compliment that area nicely but also maybe some dangling cross earrings and matching arm belts wouldn’t hurt. Kaiba did sort of look like the kind of guy that would go for the dark, gothic type—with all the belts and black clothing he used to wear and even now, he had that mysterious look about him. Maybe Haruka…

Suddenly a long whistle pierced through his thoughts and for like an inconceivable amount of times that day, he uncontrollably jumped.

“Saa, I must say Kats that new style looks great. Wonder what inspired you.”

Hazel eyes widen in recognition and Jou stared into the laughing green eyes of his guitarist. “Satoru, it’s about time ya showed up. “ The blond retorted while choosing to ignore the comment. “Da photo shoot starts in about fifteen minutes.”

Unmoved, Satoru shrugged and flipped a hand through his pressed strawberry blond hair that was tied in a high ponytail by a red bandana. “Seto and I had decided to do some shopping after dinner and we had a blast.”

The corner of Jounouchi’s lips automatically twitched.

“I’ll say. You knew you were going to be late and therefore you bought your own gear for the shoot.” Kuroki butted in, putting on a black Chinese silk vest that held a similar style to that of Jou’s trench coat. “How clever.”

“Looks like we all decided on Chinese for the shoot”, exclaimed Satoru holding his arms out to show off his martial arts style dark red top, embroidered with the gold Phoenix birds. The shirt was all the way undone and the red body glitter adorning the defined body, noticeably glistened.

“Well, when in Rome…”

All eyes turn to the door as God, himself, appeared into the doorway.

Well at least Jounouchi saw it that way as he could’ve sworn that the room had gotten brighter. The blond had, in fact, half-expected to see cherubs fly from the sky, playing on harps. For Kaiba’s kung-fu style shirt was of the purest white satin he had ever seen. To his inner horror it was unbuttoned, showing off the billionaire’s succulent tanned skin, in which the color reminded him of a nicely toasted marshmallow. The brunet was quite defined and obviously he had found another hobby outside of work that was highly physical. It was a subject that the blond decided that he must gather up the courage to ask about later. A satin sash wrapped around Kaiba’s narrow waist and draped over the low-riding satin black pants that had bunched up slightly, due to the fact that they were tucked inside steel-toed combat boots—just like Satoru’s satin pants in his boots.

And then it hit him.

Satoru and Kaiba was wearing almost identical outfits. Even Seto’s hair was tied up in a bandana , except it was white.

Such a revelation had put a strange, dull ache in Jounouchi’s chest, in which he chose to ignore at the moment. Instead, he whirled around and grabbed some arm belts that he had saw earlier. He kept repeating in his mind that he didn’t care because…well he just didn’t. There was no reason to care…or so he wanted to believe.

“It would be easier if you had someone to help you with those.”

If there was ever a voice that would rival his own, it would be of the increasingly beautiful brunet that’s standing beside him—and the bastard didn’t even have to sing.

Jounouchi looked down at the accessory in his hand and realized he was indeed just rubbing his bicep with it, rather than actually putting it on. He nearly jumped out of his skin as fingers brushed against his palm to gently grab the piece of leather.

“I’ve always had Mokuba to do it for me.” Kaiba said softly as he fastened the belt securely onto the blond’s slightly quivering arm.

It was bittersweet torture and Jou sat mesmerized at the man, whose body heat he was now sharing. Even Kaiba’s breath intoxicated him as each puff tickled his skin and a faint smell of an after-dinner mint tickled his nostrils.

Yet just as it had arrived, the moment was gone and the CEO stepped back to access his work. “There all set, Mr. rock star.”

“Um, thanks.” The blond croaked, weakly feeling the familiar stirrings of a…hard-on.

Shit! He can’t have a hard-on in these pants, how—

“WHAT ARE YOU GUYS STILL SITTING AROUND HERE FOR? WE HAVE A SHOOT REMEMBER?!“

Ups, well…nevermind.

Everyone groaned as they looked to the pissy blonde woman standing at the door, wearing a VERY short Chinese purple dress that left hardly anything to the imagination. Her hair was down up in a bun, and diamond earrings flashed with pride against blush, foundation and purple lipstick.

“We were waiting for Lassie to come tell us that little Timmy had fallen in the well.” Kuroki retorted, rolling his eyes.

“Well if that's the case, damn, poor little Timmy! The little darling must be hurt.” Satoru replied in mock worry.

Mai huffed. “Shut up the both of you! I can expect such lack in responsibility from the likes of you!”

“Excuse me?’

Satoru began to move forward, only to be held back by his grey-eyed bandmate.

“ And YOU…” Purple eyes immediately flashed in concern, as the blond woman sultry glided up to her indifferent blond ex-lover, pressing her breast against the hard chest. “It’s not like you to be so slack on your responsibilities.”

Annoyed at the shameless act of seduction, Jounouchi sighed as he grabbed Mai by the arms and pushed her away. “Well in da bedroom, YOU did. It’s only fair, ne?”

“Heh, heh. Burn.” Kuroki said with a chuckle as he headed out to go to the ballroom across the hall.

“Yeah, just like how it feels between your legs, bitch!” Satoru spat, following close behind. “Calling me a slacker...”

Mai stood stunned looking at the cold hard mask of a man who had always used to have a laugh or a warm smile…especially for her.

Grabbing Seto’s hand, Jounouchi turned his nose up and began to leave. “Let’s go, precious. I don’t have time ta deal with dis bullshit now.”

Disappearing behind the door with the blond, Kaiba couldn’t help but poke his head back in. Upon seeing the dark violent eyes smoldering in obvious hate for him, the crude brunet smirked. “And just so you know…I’m always there to pick up the slack because at least my asshole stays tight.” He laughed at the disgusted look he earned and disappeared again behind the door.

To be continued…