Rush

Rush

I don’t own the show or the people, but I do own the plot and the songs.

Summery: (AU) Seto is in the hottest band in Domino. Jou is a jaded young man dragged to a concert by his only friend. Lust, sex, and confusion ensue. But not in that order.

Pairings: Seto/Jou, Yami/Yugi, Bakura/Ryou, a touch of Jou/Ryou, Duke/Mai, and Tristan/Tea. I’ll invent someone for Mokuba.

Title: All chapter titles will come from a song, some my own, some not. The song doesn’t always fit the chapter, but whatever.

Note: Ryou is very glam. Very…almost to the point of being a cross dresser. Actually, depending on who you are, the fact he wears a skirt might make him a cross dresser. But…I always considered a cross dresser someone who tried to pull themselves off as the other sex, where as glam is just having a tendency to like more feminine clothing, but still making it known that you’re a guy.


Chapter One: Rush

“But Joooouu!” Ryou whined, purposefully drawing out his best friend’s name and making the other teen wince. “You promised! And it is my birthday.”

Jou winced again. Had he really promised that? Damn his urge to please the other teen. “We don’t have an tickets Ryou.” He had to get out of this; his father would kill him if he came home late. He’d be sure to beat Jou anyway, but it would be a lot worse if he felt he had an actual reason for it.

Ryou smirked and pulled two tickets from his back pocket. Jou’s eyebrow went up but he decided not to ask about it. Instead he sighed resignedly and nodded. It was just one concert, what the hell? It wouldn’t kill him or anything.

“But you can’t go like that.” Ryou said, grinning. “Come on Jou.”

Jou looked, understandably, wary of letting his friend do anything to his look, he’d worked years to get the cold indifferent teenage thing down just right, but it was Ryou’s birthday and the brat was turning eighteen…and he had missed the last five parties because of his father…okay, he could do this.


A slightly wiser Jou followed his friend into a dimly lit club an hour later. He had lied; he couldn’t do a damn thing and would never make Ryou another promise for as long as he lived. Simply wasn’t worth the effort.

His blond hair had gainefew few black streaks and his wide amber eyes were now rimmed in heavy black makeup, with a little silver eye shadow over them. He’d managed to weasel his way out of lipstick and Ryou had settled for some strawberry flavored lip gloss.

And the clothes…he looked like some kind of goth slut. Impossible tight black pants, that left nothing to the imagination, and went low on the hips, had a silver chain going through the loops as a makeshift belt. Not that he needed one. He was also wearing a deep red long-sleeved t-shirt, also really tight, that stopped a good inch above his navel and a black button down shirt with the sleeves cut off over it. Black combat boots and a leather dog collar completed the outfit.

Ryou had seemed really happy with his handiwork…unless he drooled like that all the time and Jou had just never noticed. Not to mention the fact people kept staring at him…it was really unnerving to be honest.

Well, no matter what they thought, he though he looked ridiculous. However it became obvious as he looked around the club that he really didn’t look terribly out of place. In fact he looked like he belonged, even though he knew he didn’t. This was Ryou’s scene.

And speaking of his friend, Ryou looked like some kind of debauched schoolgirl. Jou wasn’t surprised, he’d seen Ryou dress up in similar things more then once, but he never thought Ryou actually wore that stuff outside.

The things you learned about your friends.

Ryou’s long platinum hair was pulled into two pigtails and tipped black at the ends. His large brown eyes, half hidden by his bangs, were framed in dark pencil like Jou’s. His normally pale cheeks were pink, though that was from excitement, and his full pouty lips were midnight blue. His skirt, and Jou meant skirt, was black and red plaid and went to about mid-thigh, where black fishnets took over and lead down to black combat boots, like Jou’s. He was wearing a sleeve-less shirt that showed off most of his stomach, with a black blazer over top of it.

And Jou also learned that, on top of being weird, Ryou had a navel piercing.

Ryou had giggled good-naturedly while Jou stared at him. He wasn’t too worried about Jou’s apparent shock, because he knew when Jou started blushing he looked okay.

They weeded their way through the crowded lobby to another set of doors that apparently lead to where they were going. Ryou handed the guy standing there the tickets before showing his ID. The man stamped something on his hand then looked at Jou. Who blinked then reached into his impossibly tight jeans in hopes he’d be able to pull his own ID out.

Ryou watched for a moment then sighed. He reached over, went into Jou’s back pocket, and showed the ID to the man. Jou stood there numbly while his hand was stamped and allowed Ryou to lead him into the room. It wasn’t crowded, but he was sure it would be soon. A stage was against the far wall and tables were arranged all around it. On the left was a bar and to the right two doors, one saying male and the other female.

“Jou?” Ryou waved a hand in front of his face. “Come on, it’s not like I groped you or something. Hello? Jou, you’re creeping me out.”

He blinked again then glared at the shorter boy. “I could have got it myself.”

“When? Tomorrow? That’s nice, but I wanted to get in today.” Ryou said, letting the glslidslide off of him as he once again led Jou, this time towards a table in the front.

“What happened to the nice innocent boy I made friends with in first grade?” Jou wondered out loud. Ryou turned and laughed, brown eyes twinkling.

“He grew a foot and a half, at the most, discovered makeup, and fell in love with his best friend, only to be patted on the head and pushed out the door. Then he discovered depressing rock bands and here we are today.” Ryou stuck out his tongue. “So it’s your fault.”

“Are you still bitter?” Jou asked, eye twitching. “We were thirteen and you did kind of show up at the front door while my mother was moving out, I wasn’t feeling loving.” Ryou raised an eyebrow.

“Okay. We’re eighteen now,r mor mother’s remarried, everything is fine. Feel loving yet?”

Jou looked a little startled, then swallowed. “Uh…can you ask me again later?”

Ryou shook his head and laughed a little bit. “You’re hopeless Jou.” “I k“I know.” Jou sighed and feel into a booth, close to the stage but hopefully not so close he’d be deaf for the rest of the night. Ryou smiled again.

“I’m getting something to drink, want something?”

“Sure. But I don’t need to remind you about your tolerance for alcohol do I?”

“No, daddy, you don’t.” Ryou rolled his eyes then walked off, leaving Jou alone. More people were filing in now; he supposed it was almost time for this concert to start. It occurred to him he had no idea who was playing, just that it was Ryou’s favorite band and that the bassist was, and he quoted ‘fucking hot’.

He wasn’t impressed; Ryou thought anyone who wore black leather was fucking hot, himself being the only exclusion. And that had been five years ago, he doubted Ryou was still carrying any kind of torch for him these days, teasing and occasional groping aside.

A shadow fell over the table and he glanced up to lock eyes with a kid who looked just a little bit to young to be there. His hair was black and little on the long side, eyes wide and full of emotion.

“Do you mind if I sit here?”

Jou shrugged. “Go ‘head. But I just want to say I won’t be held responsible for any damage my friend Ryou does to your psyche.”

The boy raised an eyebrow, looking like he was going to comment, but Ryou came bouncing back over, looking more hyper then when he’d left. That couldn’t be good at all. He regarded the younger teen silently for a moment then turned to Jou, an evil smile on his lips.

“I know it’s been a while Jou, but pedophile?” The boy looked startled but Jou just shook his head.

“And people say I need to get laid. Sit down before you traumatize someone Ryou.”

Ryou did sit down, but wasn’t done talking, unfortunately for Jou. “You do need to get laid. It’s been what? Two years since you got weird and decided sleeping with your friends was a bad thing?”

“It is. Especially when said friend is a giant pervert, Ryou.” He glared at his friend pointedly, but the white haired boy just blinked innocently. Jou sighed. Why did he bother?

“Come on Jou, I tease because I love you. And because you’re sexually frustrated and it’s fun to point that out, but mostly because I love you.”

“Look, you dragged me out here, so shut up and watch.” He pointed to where four people were setting up on the stage. Ryou suddenly lost all interest in him and began to watch. Jou was beyond content to just sit there and play with the drink Ryou had brought him, whatever said drink was. He didn’t plandrindrink anything Ryou had a hand in ordering so it hardly mattered.

About ten or fifteen minutes later, he was snapped from his investigation of the ceiling, by the sound of drums. He looked up and found a boy with short black and red hair at the drums. Four other boys were on the stage, one with black hair sitting in front of a keyboard, a boy with blond, black, and red hair standing up with a guitar, a boy with black and platinum hair holding another guitar, and finally a brunette sitting in front of a microphone.

He was going to go out a limb and say this was the band.

The chatter in the room was silence immediately. After about two minutes Jou was getting kind of antsy when out of nowhere the band launched into a song, all of them starting to play at once. For a moment it sounded like chaos then it seemed to blend together wonderfully.

This wasn’t so bad. It was fast and hard, but it a good way, while still sounding dark and, as Ryou had called it, depressing.

Crash into me one more time
Make that adrenaline pump this last time
Rake your nails
Feel the twisted metal pierce you
I wanna do the same

The brunette had a smooth voice, low and mournful, but sensual…it sent little chills up Jou’s spine. Okay, so the guy had a really sexy voice…and the lyrics seemed to add to that.

Isn’t it such a rush?

For the first time Jou really looked at the guy. His hair was a dark brown color and came to about his ears, which were pierced about as many times as Ryou’s, mostly around the shell of the ear. His eyes were a dark penetrating blue that seemed like they could see right through a person.

It explodes around me
And it hurts like hell
Do you feel the heat blister
Your oh so delicate skin
Does it hurt yet

He was wearing all black and almost blended into the dark stage area, but Jou could still see the clothes fit…nicely, to say the very least. His skin was tanned, light brown and smooth, with a few black bands going around his upper arm, which Jou could see since his shirt was actually a black wife beater, simple and nice with leather pants.

Tight leather pants…fuck, he was turning into Ryou.

Speaking of Ryou, the white haired boy had gone from dazed back to hyper. He leaned over to be heard over the band and the noise the crowd had started making.

Scream out
Make your lungs hurt with the effort
Your throat is hoarse and you hate me for it
I thought you were the one
I thought you could take it

“Dance with me Jou.”

Jou stared at him for a moment then nodded. Anything to get him away from the stage, that singer was beginning to get to him. He followed Ryou out onto the dance floor, where other people had already gathered.

Ryou stared at him for a moment, smirking slightly in amusement, then leaned up into Jou and started moving, beckoning his friend to move with him. So Jou did.

Crash into me one more time
Make that adrenaline pump this last time
Rake your nails
Feel the twisted metal pierce you
I wanna do the same

Isn’t it such a rush?

Rusted steel, bloody gash
Feel the thick drip from you
Make it count, breathe your last
Don’t waste that final scream
Use it, make that scene

Jou caught on quickly. Follow the music; lose yourself in the lights and the person moving against you. He would have to admit later on it was…intense. He wondered why Ryou had never asked him to go out before, and then recalled the fact he would have said no, for good reason.

But for two delirious hours he felt happier then he’d been in years, just…dancing and laughing and being incredibly light headed. There was no worrying about his mother and sister, who lived on a whole other island, or what his father would do when he got home, or school or…much of anything.

Just music and moving bodies in some kind of…sea of flesh.

But if Jou knew anything it was that all things had to end eventually. It was the down side of life he reasoned. He knew he was in for it when he got home, in the back of his mind he was preparing excuses for why he wasn’t going to be in class for the rest of the week.

It was almost funny. He was on some kind of high, but he still managed to be grounded by the fact he was going to get his ass kicked. Again. And he didn’t care. It wasn’t that he knew and it kept him from losing it or walking out with the first cute guy who looked his way, it was that he knew and couldn’t make himself care enough to go sit down and pull himself together.

It was Ryou’s fault anyway.

Ryou who looked amazingly free and careless, a whirl of black and silvery-white, sexy and he could have him if he wanted to. Ryou had never said no to him, even when he should. Maybe he would, just for tonight anyway. He was already in trouble, why bother going home at all tonight?
grabgrabbed Ryou around the waist and leaned down, catching dark lips. Ryou moved closer to him without question, fingers burying themselves in golden blond hair. They stayed like that for a moment, not moving at all.

Then it was over and Ryou looked more dazed before and giggle, again. He seemed to do that for a lot. Then he leaned up on the tips of his toes, bringing Jou down some.

“Just dance with me Jou.”

Jou nodded at him, knowing that was Ryou’s way of saying not this time. Not a real no, Jou hadn’t really asked to begin with, but it was enough to let him know. He didn’t let Ryou go, he liked being that close to someone instead of pushing everyone away for a change.

They kept dancing a little while longer, but the club was emptying and the band was winding down by playing some slower stuff, getting the crowd less…hyped. He and Ryou stumbled back to their table, probably looking like idiots, and collapsed more or less on top of each other. Ryou giggled some more and Jou had to laugh with him.

What about he wasn’t sure, but the room was spinning and that kid was looking at them funny so what the hell. Ryou snorted then snuggled against him.

“We should go. My dad might be looking for me.” If he knows I’m gone was the rest of Ryou’s statement, but Jou had heard it so many times it didn’t need to be said. And Ryou’s dad probably didn’t know his son was gone, or in a club wearing a skirt and fishnets, or gay, or had tipped his hair, or that it was his birthday.

But Ryou’s dad was a good guy, just…forgetful.

“Wanna come over?” Ryou asked, eyes half open. “You’ll have to sleep on the floor or else I’ll jump you, but I promise not to do bad things to you in your sleep.”

Jou raised an eyebrow. “But what if I want you to?”

“Then don’t fall asleep.” Ryou laughed again then pushed himself up. The band had stopped completely and only a few, drunk, people were left. And, as they weren’t drunk, just on an adrenaline high, leaving seemed the best thing to do. He offered a hand to Jou who took it and hauled himself up.

“Mokuba.” The boy watching them, looking very amused, turned and held up a hand.

Jou turned, that voice catching his ear. He blinked as some blond woman in barely there clothing walked over and whispered something in his ear. Mokuba, as that seemed to be his name, wrinkled his nose a little bit then nodded.

He was pulled away by Ryou tugging on him to go. He smiled slightly then followed the shorter boy out of the club and into the cool June air. Ryou was humming under his breath, a song Jou half recognized. It occurred to him that he still didn’t know the name of the band.

Oh well.

“Excuse me!” The boy, Mokuba, ran after them so they stopped and waited. He didn’t look like serial killer or anything and even so they had faith they could take him down. He was only Ryou’s height after all and that was far from impressive.

Poor short Ryou…

“This is gonna sound weird, but my brother and his friend want to meet you.” He looked thoroughly embarrassed and slightly disgusted, to telling them that. They blinked slowly.

Ryou shook his head. “No thank you.”

Jou was about to agree, but then he took a good look at the boy. Or, more specifically, his eyes. Dark blue and…kind of like that singer’s. What the hell, no one related to this kid could look to bad right? Five years down the line Mokuba might be cute.

“Why, Ryou, you got something else to do?” Jou’s tone was teasing.

Ryou squinted at him. “Jou, work with me here. We don’t follow strange kids to meet relatives who can’t introduce themselves.”

Jou snorted at him. “Shut up and come on. It’ll be…come on.”

Ryou sighed. “Where did I go wrong? Lead the way kid, but if we get killed I’m so haunting your ass.”

Mokuba grinned. “Fair enough.”


Next Chapter: Ryou and Jou meet the band, Ryou is not the innocent boy we all know and love, but Jou is, Bakura in tight pants…*drools* and Yami and Yugi just watch the carnage.


I want to here you shout
I want to know your still with me
And I remember how beautifou wou were
And now mangled and laying among the broken glass
It’s amazing, I think this feeling should always last

It’s amazing how pain makes you alive
Puts it all into crystal clear sight
It hurts like hell, but it’s alright
So what if this is it
Who wants to make it through the night

Crash into me one more time
Make that adrenaline pump this last time
Rake your nails
Feel the twisted metal pierce you
I wanna do the same
(Isn’t it such a rush)

Just the last bit of the song, which is Rush, by me. …I’m twisted. *Shrugs*