One Shot, One Hit, One Night
One Shot, One Hit, One Night
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Night
Flashing lights. Purple. Blue. Golden. White.
Dancing
bodies. Hips grinding. Moves open gasping for air only to invite eager tongues
inward. Slick sweat glistening and easing the fluid movement of flesh against
flesh.
Outrage.
Weakness.
Desire.
Submission.
Frustration.
Sensation!
Delight.
Release....”The
music pounded in a hypnotic, seductive mantra of electronics. “Come over
here pussy and feel the lash...”
taking a rolled dollar bill from others and inhaling white powder through it.
Once the mind altering substance entered the mind in its near instantaneous
fashion the dancers would leap back to their feet to be swept away into the crowd.
tight.”
Ryou stared at the mass of dancing people as he leaned against the wall. Upon
the insistence of his friends he had gone out for the last Saturday of spring
break. It was bordering on 2:30am and they’d ended up here. The only club that
had fallen for the fake ids, or perhaps they just hadn't cared.
earlier in the night and gone off with Yami Malik. Ra only knew what they were up
to now.
Ryou sighed as now pink lights flashed on him giving his white hair a pink
tinge. Then the flashing lights stopped and it became dark. Silence descended
on the crowd. Even those undergoing cocaine-induced seizures seemed to fall
silent. There was a small clicking noise, similar to someone trying to start a
lighter and then the sprinklers started.
A wild cheer came from the up till then silent crowd, and a silver strobe light
turned on. Ryou shivered as the cold water rained down on him. But as it did it
tinged his hair a green color. And he also detected the faint scent of that was
distinctly like Bacardi Rum.
The albino held his hand up to the ceiling catching a few drops in it. Then
delicately brought the liquid to his mouth and tasted it. There was the distinct
burning sensation that signified hard liquor as the few drops slid down his
throat. Yep, Bacardi Rum, time to leave.
Moving through the surging dancing crowd he caught sight of an exit sign and
squirmed his way to it.
and toppled over a person experiencing a bad tripp. There it was the blessed
exit. The door to safety and a drug free zone. His hand touched the handle and
turned it. As the door began to crack open someone tapped
light violet eyes. Eyes that were as hypnotic and seductive as the music
playing. Only one person had those eyes. Malik. The hikari to the pyschotic Egyptian Yami
“Have a moment?” The Egyptian asked. For a moment the albino was torn. Freedom
from this unenjoyable evening. The warmth and comfort of his bed and a cup of
warm hot chocolate. But at the same time Malik was standing before him. The
lights flashed silver on the Egyptian's slim form bathing him in a transparent
veil that made innocent Ryou lust after the other with an almost painful
longing. At that moment Ryou felt his senses leave him and nodded following
Malik back into the dancing mass of humanity.
“What is it?” asked Ryou final finding his vocal cords again as this stopped in
one of the few empty spaces that had just been vacated by a group of dancers.
But Malik was already caught up in the music. The sound of heart beats and
breathing was echoing through the speakers, slowly at first then speeding
up.
body swayed gracefully, his arms in the air, his head thrown back, his mouth
slightly open catching droplets of the falling rum on his pink tongue. The tan
body rocked slowly and steadily with the music, his hips thrusting and rotating
before his entire body dipped and rotated in a graceful spin into another
splash of light, this time golden that set his skin in a radiant blaze.
Ryou could only stare at his friend before Malik grabbed him and pulled Ryou
close.
“Just dance,” The Egyptian murmured in Ryou’s ear, lightly nipping it and
breathing heavily down his neck. Malik’s hips bumped against Ryou’s from behind
pulling him into the rhythm of the music. Slowly, then quickly, then slowly
again. Malik traced his hands down the albino's chest lightly then slipped them
under the pale boy's shirt to trace skin against skin over Ryou's chest and
around the edges of the other boy's pants. Then Malik bit down on Ryou's collar
bone, earning a mixed gasp and moan from the other boy who was struggling to keep
his movements in time with the Egyptian's and they were stiff and jerky
movements at best, but part of that was the matter of Ryou's pants now becoming
very tight due to a hard on. As they danced Malik took a shot glass full of the
raining rum from a table and handed it to Ryou.
“Just one shot,” he whispered longingly in Ryou’s ear, hinting at how much he
desired the other.
Reluctantly Ryou took the glass and downed it. Never one for alcohol, it burned
his throat making him cough with such force that he doubled over not expecting
the potency of liquor, but also caused him to brush the butt of his tight
fitting jeans against Malik's groin. But that concern almost instantly left as
Ryou felt the relaxing effects of the alcohol.
“Dance,” Malik whispered in his friend’s ear, before gently licking and sucking
on it. Ryou leaned back against Malik’s body letting their hips gently ground
together now that Ryou had the rhythm. Malik kissed down Ryou’s neck, sucking
fiercely on it as the music sped up. His
hands still teasing along the waistband of Ryou's pants, then slowly sliding
down, following the curves of the pale boy's buttock.
his pale lips capturing the other's in a passionate kiss.
breaking the two apart. Ryou staggered for a moment then seemed to shake
himself as if just waking up continued to his journey to the exit of the club.
Everything seemed to have come down from its frantic high and was being played
in slow motion. Lookie the exit. The exit, Ryou thought dimmly. The
glowing neon sign bobbed up and down in his line of vision as he staggered
towards freedom and sanity. His brief encounter with Malik quickly fading to
the back of his mind, seeming like a distant dream. But just the same the taste
of sand and spices lingered on Ryou's lips. As he raised a hand to touch his
lips as if the memory of the tan boy was tangible, someone shoved past him
yelling at him not to block the doorway, breaking Ryou's hazy bubble. The
albino stumbled and ran into someone.
“Sorry,” he mumbled as he pulled away.
“Hey. You’re Ryou aren’t you?” asked the person he’d run into grabbing his arm.
Ryou looked at the person who was currently holding his arm captive. Icy blue
eyes and handsome brown hair. Seto Kiaba. CEO. Millionaire. Asshole. And also
annoyingly attractive yet untouchable.
“Yes,” Ryou replied to the question and started to pull out of Seto’s grip.
“Part of Yugi’s cheer leading squad aren’t you?” Ryou didn't have to look at
the CEO to see the smirk on the other's face it was painfully obvious in the
tone the taller teen used.
“Fuck you Kiaba,” Ryou snarled, the rum having inhibited his inhibitions and
making his normally polite demeanor vanish as
he yanked his arm free from Kiaba and turned to continue his journey to
the exit sign.
“Ryou,” Seto's voice was almost apologetic as the taller teen stepped in front
of the white haired hikari.
“What?!” Ryou snapped, now throughly upset that his quest for the exit had been
interrupted for fourth time, he turned around and looked up at the CEO. A red
light fell on Ryou and for a moment made him look distinctly like his Yami.
Seto blinked, and hesitated for a moment, as if the owner of Kiaba corp was
unsure of himself, then spoke,
“I apologize.” Now it was Ryou’s turn to blink. Kiaba never apologized, hell
Kiaba never even talked to him! What was he up to? The two locked eyes for a
moment, then Kiaba spoke, almost nervously,
“Come and sit with me?” It was a request, not an order. Weirdness…absolute weirdness. Yet surprisingly...attractive for him..
Ryou thought even more surprised at the very uncharacteristic behavior of the
young CEO.
“What’s a catch?” he asked as he followed Kiaba to a rather lavish looking
couch towards the center of the club.
“I just want some company,” Kiaba shrugged. Someone shoved Ryou yelling
at him to stop being a retard and quit blocking the damn door, which resulted
in teen falling, rather ungracefully into Seto’s arms. Ryou flushed and quickly
stood but wobbled at the sudden change in equilibrium in his brain which was
rather slow due to the alcohol on his empty stomach, and then promptly toppled
over again into Kiaba's arms. Kiaba oddly enough didn’t seem bothered at all by
the events that had just transpired.
Seto sat down on the couch gently
lowering Ryou down and sitting the boy back up right. Upon regaining some vague
sense of equilibrium Ryou looked at the
CEO and moved down to the opposite end of the couch. But Seto didn’t notice
Ryou's retreat, he was unfolding a small packet of paper and pouring out some
white powder. Ryou watched him as he too a razor and made neat little mountain
ridges out of the powder, then took a fresh hundred dollar bill out of his
trench coat pocket and rolled it into a neat tube and inhaled the powder
through his nose. He sniffed and wiped his nose with his sleeve, then fell back
on the couch, his body trembling in a near violent fashion.
“You alright?” Ryou asked carefully inching closer to the CEO.
Seto nodded, his hands suddenly clenching and the hand with the razor in it
started to bleed profusely as the shining blade cute into his palm. For five
minutes nothing happened and Ryou cautiously poked the CEO, half thinking he
was dead or worse.
“Hnm?” Kiaba muttered. “Five more minutes.” Ryou poked him again. Kiaba jerked
up.
“I’m awake! I’m awake!” Then he remembered where he was and fell back on the
couch, watching Ryou out of the corners of his eyes. He hadn’t seemed to notice
his bleeding hand. The blood was slowly tracing a pattern down the clenched
fist and down to the finger tips. Ryou's mouth parted slightly, how tempting it
was to just take those fingers and lick and suck every drop of blood of
them. To trail blood down Kiaba's wrists
and kiss and lap up every drop of the crimson life. To kiss the disoriented
teen and bite down hard on his lips. Ryou shook his head from the fantasy,
Bakura was rubbing off on him,
“Umm yeah. I’ll see you around Kiaba.” The albino stood to leave
“No. Stay a while,” Kiaba's bleeding hand reached up and grabbed Ryou's
tightly. The cold metal of the razor still embedded in the warm flesh.
Obviously Kiaba couldn't feel it. “Have a hit,” said Kiaba vaguely as if he had
been searching for a reason to keep Ryou there, and with his uninjured hand
fished joint out of his coat pocket.
“What?” The shot had been one thing. But drugs. Drugs were completely illegal!
Well may not in Mexico or California...But they were drugs!
“Just one hit,” Seto lit the joint on a pile of smoldering incense that was
taking up residence on the table next to the white piles of powder and offered
it to Ryou. Reluctantly the teen took it.
“And just what will this do to me?” Ryou asked sitting back down and looking at
the slowly smuldering joint.
“Just a buzz. This is the safest illegal drug there is.” Kiaba shrugged
watching the albino through half lidded eyes. Ryou put the joint to his mouth
and inhaled. He choked on the smoke and coughed violently. Kiaba shook his head
smiling slightly.
“What is so funny?” Ryou tried to say angrily. But he somehow couldn’t bring
himself to be angry at the brunette across from him. In fact he felt more like
kissing him right now…
“Want to dance?” Kiaba stood offering his wounded hand to Ryou. Suddenly
everything seemed very far away. Ryou stood and took Seto’s hand.
By now the sprinkling rum had stopped. But the music was still blaring and the
multi colored lights were still flashing violently.
Seto spun Ryou then pulled the shorter teen against his body. It the back of
his mind Ryou was vaguely uncomfortable, but the effects of the drugs fogged
his worry and all he wanted to do was dance. He felt Seto's blood dripping onto
his own hand and turned back to face the taller teen, taking the hand and
delicately pulling the razor from it, watching as the blood flowed. For a
moment Kiaba seemed to realize what was going on and tried to pull his hand
back into his own possession but Ryou would not have that and pulled Kiaba
closer to him. Back and forth they went. A strange game of tug-of-war, as the
music sped up the couple moved faster. Finally Ryou caught Seto's hand firmly
and licked the now slowly leaking blood from the wound. Seto this time didn't
pull away. Linking their fingers together Ryou flicked his tongue over the
rivers of blood that had leaked down Seto's fingers, pausing at the end of each
digit to suck tenderly on it. He looked up at Kiaba who was looking at him as
it he didn't quite realize what was going on. Ryou twirled himself in the
taller teen's arms and leaned back against him, grinding his buttock against
Kiaba's leather pants. A soft moan left Kiaba's lips and the taller teen leaned
over Ryou, wrapping his long arms around
the albino teen pressing their bodies as close as he could.
Ryou blinked for a moment at the unexpected move by Seto but before he had time
to react in front of them was Malik. The Egyptian looked at them smirking
slightly, and in the next flash of multi colored lights leaned forward and
kissed Ryou. Finishing what had been started earlier. The tangy metallic taste
of blood lingered in the albino's mouth and Malik ground himself against Ryou,
moving his mouth from the albino's to Seto's, offering the CEO the taste of his
own blood as the Egyptian's tongue explored Kiaba's mouth.
hands on Ryou’s waist, their hips gently rocking together as Seto laid kisses
and nips up and down Ryou's pale neck never once drawing blood, Malik stood in
front of them his arms draped around Ryou’s neck their faces so close their
noses were almost touching and their groins thrusting together.
Ryou leaned back against Seto’s chest leaving his neck exposed. Malik
leaned forward and kissed it where Kiaba had left off, then trailed his tongue
along the collar of Ryou’s shirt. The trio’s hips started grinding together
with more purpose now. Ryou turned and switched places with Kiaba, the elder
teen now sandwiched between the Egyptian and the albino. Ryou trailed his hands
and nails over Kiaba's back, undoing his
shirt buttons and sliding the shirt off from behind. Malik had fully captured
Kiaba's lips and was gently biting his neck while grinding against him.
of his shirt and bent over tracing his tongue down and along the tan neck and
collar bone and then pushed him down onto the floor of the club the CEO's hands
and lips never leaving the Egyptian's as their throbbing erections battled to
be free of their pants as well as tongues tasting each other. Ryou slipped his
own shirt off and knelt over Kiaba, grinding hard against the taller boy,
eliciting a moan from the CEO.
place? Say that couch over there?” Ryou murmured huskily in Seto's ear
bit down on Seto's ear lobe. The three stood and then Ryou and Malik grinned
and shoved Seto backwards onto the couch.
“Dogpile!” Malik and Ryou yelled jumping on top of the CEO. Seto let out a low
umph! As the two landed on him both attacking his neck. Then Ryou pulled away,
“Malik,” Ryou offered him a joint.
“Hey! Where’d you get that?” Seto asked in a rather disgruntled manner. Ryou
only grinned and slid a hand along Kiaba's inner thigh, Seto moaned softly and
fell silent.
“Come on Malik, just one hit…” the Egyptian took the joint. Then Ryou passed
Seto a shot.
“Alright, just one shot.” Seto downed the liquor. The music started up again
and the trio stood and started dancing again. That was all that was important.
Feeling the heat and sweat of the other two. Hearing their moans and pants,
whimpering. Just to dance and never stop...
Ryou yawned as he came home from school. How late had he been up last night? He
flopped onto bed and was instantly asleep. Five hours later the phone rang and
his Yami hollered for him to get it.
“Hello?” Ryou asked groggily.
“Ryou, feel like dancing again?” asked a cool voice. Seto.
“I don’t know Seto. I’m whipped.”
“Aw come on!” said a second voice on the line.
“Malik?” asked Ryou suddenly perking up.
“Three-way phone lines,” Seto laughed lightly. “Three ways are also available
for other activities...” his voice taking on a silky tone that sent chills down
Ryou's spine.
“Come on Ryou! Come dancing with us!” Malik pleaded. Ryou could just image the
puppy dog expression on Malik’s face.
“Alright,” Ryou said. “Let’s go.”