A/N: This is sort of a Companion Fic to Last Nite. I gave you Drunk Atemu, now have some Drunk Yuugi. Different universes, but whatever. Who's checking anyway. This is my apology since I'm so very late with the fourth chapter of The Aftermath. (Forgiiiive meeee pleeeease!)

Also, I'm sorry for this ridiculous fic. I have three chapters of this, but hopefully, the next chapter to The Aftermath will be up before the second chapter to this fic. If not, well, at least you'll have the second chapter to this fic? I'm so sorry. Really. Omg. I'm gonna go bury myself in a hole. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! or its characters. I also do not profit from this work of fiction.

Warnings: Alcohol, Drunken Flirting, Conversations About Sex, Hinted Puppyshipping

Chapter 1: Calling The Right Number

Yuugi Mutou knew he was drunk. He knew it like he knew he had spilled coke all over his rug. The rug was wet, sticky, and smelled of coke; Yuugi struggled to remain upright, slurred his giggles, and he also smelled of coke. He did not really care that there was soda on his t-shirt (but cared maybe a little about the splash on his cardigan). He knew he would care in the morning, but at the moment, it was funny. Everything was funny to Yuugi Mutou. The way his professor's dry lecture voice came over the tiny speaker in his voice recorder was just as funny as the spilled coke.

Yuugi dragged himself over the wide expanse of his couch to grab the recorder and tap at the little volume button. He was confused when the volume went down instead of up and it took him a good seven taps to realize he was pressing the wrong button. He found that comical too and began to laugh, the boisterous sound echoing in the small apartment. Yuugi abandoned the recording device on the coffee table where dozens of papers, books, highlighters, and pens lay scattered. He had long forgotten what they were for and he did not really care when the voice in the tiny sound box was so hilarious.

There was a ding from somewhere in the apartment and Yuugi whirled around in surprise. He knew he should recognize the sound, but he was too inebriated to think about it right away. He looked around for the source and it took a while for him to remember that it had been his message tone on his mobile. He searched for the small electronic contraption. Yuugi shuffled this way and that on the couch, never leaving it, but did not find it. He gave up searching with a series of snickers at the sound of his professor hacking up a loud cough.

Yuugi had the vague thought that his best friend would really enjoy listening to this extremely humorous recording as well and grabbed his house phone from the side table, almost succeeding in falling off the couch in his attempt. He laughed his blunder off as he lay on his side, precariously balanced on the edge of the sofa, his fingers stumbling over the numbered, plastic buttons. Yuugi turned abruptly and yelped as he fell from his spot. He landed on the floor with a thump and sat up, frowning.

"Ow," he muttered and grabbed his glass from the coffee table, raising it to his lips only to find it empty. He sighed and lumbered off the floor and to the kitchen, placing the phone between his ear and his shoulder as he made himself another whiskey and coke.

Yuugi squealed when a voice suddenly spoke in his ear, dropping the phone to the counter in shock as he hastily righted his falling glass. He breathed a sigh of relief when the liquid barely sloshed over the rim. Picking up the phone, Yuugi frowned at it, slowly bringing it to his ear.

"...is this? Hello?"

Yuugi stared at his phone in shock before holding it hesitantly against his ear.

"Hello?" he whispered, as if expecting to be attacked.

"Yes, are you alright? I heard a scream," said the deep baritone that sent pleasant shivers down Yuugi's spine. He felt quite confused that there was a voice in his phone until he remembered that he had dialed his friend Jounouchi. Only, Yuugi couldn't recall why he did so in the first place.

"Oh, m'god, Jou … Jounou … J'chi. Somethin' I gotta tell ya. I can't 'member righ' now."

"Excuse me? I think you got the wrong –"

"J'chi, you dun understand. It was … when d'you get so hot?" Yuugi cut off the exasperated voice.

"Pardon?" the voice sounded so very confused, but the fact did not enter Yuugi's inebriated mind. All Yuugi knew was that his best friend had gone through a second phase of puberty and it had done an incredible job with Jounouchi's vocal chords. Yuugi very much approved.

"Your voice, J'chi. When d'it get so hot?"

"I … okay, seriously now, you've got the wrong number, kid."

"Das'nut funny, J'chi. I nuh a kid. Y'should work f'dose sexy phone things," Yuugi slurred as he drank from his new serving of coke and whiskey. He slowly, one-step-every-two-seconds kind of slowly, made his way to the living room where his lecture was still blaring on the tiny speakers of his recording device. He set the glass on the coffee table and settled back onto the couch, sighing.

"'Sexy phone things' … You mean a sex hotline? Are you telling me to become a phone sex operator?" the man's voice was filled with incredulity and scandal. Yuugi honestly couldn't understand what was the big deal. He was only being honest.

"Yesssss."

"Christ, look, you've got the wrong guy. I'm not this Jochi person."

But Yuugi wasn't listening. He was thinking of the various things he would love to hear Jounouchi say to him with his new, sexy voice. Most of the phrases involved various uses of the word "fuck". A faraway thought wondered if they could cross the boundary from friends to friends with benefits. If Jounouchi would even mind it.

"J'chi, would y'be uff-offended if I called the sexy phone thingy t'have phone sex wi'you?"

Meanwhile, the man on the other end of the line had gone quiet.

"J'chi, le's 'ave phone sex."

"What? Dude, I'm not having phone sex with you. Oh, my god. I can't believe I'm having this conversation. Is this a crank call? Did Bakura put you up to this? Whatever he paid you, I can double it if you stop now and come clean."

Yuugi started laughing. He could not help it. His friend was so very amusing. Yuugi had not ever played this type of game with his friend before. It was a little unusual from his friend's other pranks.

"Come onnn, J'chi. You c'n pretend m'Kaiba if you waaaant."

"Jesus, you better be talking about Seto."

"Well duh. Moku … Mok-aba … Moki is sweet. I wonder 'ow he's doin'?"

"...don't tell me Seto was the one who put you up to this. I'm gonna kill him."

Yuugi frowned. They were getting off topic. Why couldn't his friend concentrate? But now that they were talking about Seto Kaiba, Yuugi felt curiosity begin to pick at him. He wanted to know a couple of things. And now seemed a great time to bring them up. After all, he was drunk enough that he had nothing to be embarrassed about.

"Hey, J'chi?"

"I already told you, you've got the wrong guy."

"D's Kaiba call y'mutt when y'blow him?"

Yes, to Yuugi, this was the perfect time to ask all the questions that normally shamed him to no end. In fact, Yuugi knew that if he were sober, he would have died in disgrace from this conversation alone.

"What? 'Mutt' … wait, Jochi, you mean Katsuya Jounouchi, the duelist! Holy hell, I fucking knew it. I knew there was more going on between those two. 'Rivalry', my ass. My cousin thinks he's so slick, well hah!"

Yuugi giggled. He could be king of games all he wanted, but he could never be the king of jokes and pranks like his friend Jounouchi.

"J'chi, you're s'funny! But s'r'sly, d's Kaiba call y'mutt when y'fool 'round?"

There was deep, rumbling laughter on the other end of the line. Yuugi bit his lip and shivered at the pleasing sound.

"I really don't think you should continue talking about your friend's private sex life to strangers, even though I'm sure that it'd make for great blackmail against Seto. I might even be able to convince him to finally let me meet the King of Games … what's your name anyway?"

Yuugi rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Very funny, J'chi. You know 'oo I am. Is me, Yuugi, 'ow can y'for … forget y'best pal?"

"Yuugi?" the man said thoughtfully, "not … not Mutou, Yuugi?"

"Mm-hmm!"

"Are..." the man trailed off, shock at the edges of his voice, "are you telling me … that I'm talking to Yuugi Mutou, the King of Games?!"

"J'chi, stop, you're 'mbarr'ssing me..." Yuugi did not really like for his friends to refer to him as the king of games. He did not like the attention it gave him. He just wanted to be Yuugi with his friends. Not the king of games. Jounouchi knew this, since Yuugi had told him as much. The title of King of Games always made him feel like someone else and not himself; someone who was expected to be braver, stronger; something he was not.

"...now I know you're pulling my leg. There's no way the king of games is talking to me right now."

"Hey!" Yuugi felt a little miffed. How dare Jounouchi brush him off so easily and continue to act like he did not know Yuugi. He decided he did not like this new game his friend was playing. "I'm Yuugi, J'chi. Y'so rude."

"I'm rude? You're the one working for Seto or Bakura … I swear to god, if Malik is behind this... Anyway, you're the rude one. Do you have any idea what time it is? I have work at seven – yeah, Seto's definitely not behind this. He would never risk me being late … but that's beside the point, the point is that it's two in the morning, you imposter."

"J'chi, I swoo-swear th'I'm gonna kick y'r ass inna duel. Is na'funny 'nymore." Yuugi did not want to go on with whatever game his friend was playing. It did not even matter how hot Jounouchi's voice had become or how many delicious tingles it gave him.

The deep voice turned snide and arrogant.

"Please, even Seto can't beat me at Duel Monsters. The only one who can is probably the real Yuugi Mutou, which you aren't."

"Am too!" Yuugi pouted.

"Are not."

"Am too!"

"Are not – I am not having this argument with a faker –"

Yuugi's anger snapped to a moment of complete lucidity, his gamer courage surging.

"Jounouchi, you get your ass to my apartment right now and I'll show you. Bring your deck."

"Alright, I'm game," said the man, a cocky undertone to his words, "I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget. You'll be begging me on your knees for mercy and maybe, just maybe, I'll give it to you. Give me an address, Fake Yuugi."

"Y'know where I live!"

"I told you already, I'm not Jounouchi."

Frustrated with Jounouchi's game, Yuugi played along with thinly veiled irritation and gave his friend the address before they hung up. The sooner Jounouchi got there, the sooner he could duel him into the dirt and maybe sit on him. Yuugi grabbed his glass and took an angry sip before setting it down with a frown.

Maybe I'm too drunk for a card game, Yuugi thought, before unfolding himself from the couch and venturing into the kitchen for water. He stopped at the cupboards, arms crossed. Or maybe I can beat him drunk. He stared at the closed cabinets before shaking his head and reminding himself that he needed his dueling deck.

Yuugi began to search the obvious places like his room on his desk and the shelf where his books and other games were. When the cards did not turn up, he began searching the floor. He crawled on all floors from the shelf, to the underside of his desk, to the bed before crawling out of his room and into the living room where he continued to move on all fours in search of his Duel Monster cards.

He ended up finding his phone underneath the sofa. A quick look through it revealed a message from his close friend, Anzu.

From Beautiful Anzu:

I got home okay. Going to sleep this off. Thanks for listening and drinking with me!

Yuugi smiled at the text and suddenly recalled that Anzu had been there only an hour earlier, upset about her recent recital failure. Like the good friend that he was, Yuugi had offered his ear and shoulder, while Anzu had brought with her the drinks, some snacks, her problems, and her help for Yuugi's essay. By the time she had gone, she had been happier, and Yuugi had been too drunk to continue working on his homework.

He did not know who cleaned up the mess of snacks that he was sure had been on the coffee table moments before Anzu had gone.

His lecture abruptly ended and Yuugi became keenly aware of the silence in the room. A knock at the door startled Yuugi into dropping his phone. He peered at the door with uncertainty and even a little fear. Who had come to visit him now?

"Who'sit?"

"Uh, me, who else would it be?" Jounouchi's new rich baritone was muffled by the barrier the door created, but Yuugi still felt it snake through him like sin. He shivered and abruptly remembered challenging Jounouchi to a card game for his rude act. A new spark of peeved distress ignited inside him.

"Right," Yuugi mumbled as he got to his feet. He grabbed his glass of coke and wobbled to the door, pulling it open only to blink in confusion.

Outside Yuugi's door stood a man with much darker skin than Jounouchi's tan, shorter than Jounouchi, better dressed than Jounouchi, and way hotter. Yuugi's eyes went wide and a warmth began to rush through his veins at the sight of deep ochre skin, sinewy muscle, and leather-clad goodness on his doorstep. The man wore tight, black leather pants that hugged his legs possessively and left a little less to Yuugi's drooling imagination. For a shirt, the man wore a black, cotton tank top. And draped over one muscled forearm, was a black leather jacket.

Yuugi lifted his head to the man's face to find a magnificent work of art looking back at him in surprise. The man's lips were full, his cheekbones high and slanted, his eyes … Yuugi felt his knees go a little weak at the burning wine-colored gaze that raked through him and left Yuugi feeling parched. He could just as well have been wandering through a desert; Yuugi gulped. It was the man's hair that surprised Yuugi most, though. Similar to his own dark, purplish locks, the man's hair was a dark shade of crimson with blonde streaks and jagged blonde bangs.

"Y'not J'chi."

The man raised a hand, pointing a finger at Yuugi in awe, his violet-red orbs wide with shock.

"You … you're … I can't believe it," the man whispered. He gaped at Yuugi before suddenly frowning, "are you drunk?"

"Pfft!" Yuugi jerked his hand with the cup as the other covered his mouth to hide his laughter as the liquid sloshed out, "Whoops!" He giggled again as the mixture dripped over his fingersand shook his head. "No!" he smiled before biting his lip, "...yeah, toe-alley, m'drunk." He nodded and gave the man a stern look. "Dun tell m'grampa," he said. He gave the man a long, assessing once-over and hummed appreciatively. "Wow, y'really hot. Like hot damn, m'going to hell for the things m'thinking of doing t'you."

A light blush crossed the man's features before he shook his head with a sigh.

"This … this explains a lot, actually," the man ran a tired hand through his bangs before blinking. "I can't believe Yuugi Mutou drunk-dialed me." He pulled a phone out of his back pocket and looked at Yuugi nervously, unsure.

"Uh, would you mind terribly if I got a picture with you?" he asked hopefully, "and maybe an autograph?"

Yuugi stared blankly before sighing sadly.

"I can't find m'dick … deck. Dick?" Yuugi mouthed both words for a moment, his brow puckered in mental confusion as he attempted to drink from his glass.

The man chuckled before reluctantly putting away his phone and taking Yuugi's glass gently.

"Maybe later then … um, I think sitting down would do some good. How about it?"

Yuugi swayed slightly and nodded his assent.

"C'mon." He then grabbed the man's unoccupied hand and dragged him inside, shutting the door with a wayward foot once he was in. Yuugi led the man to the sofa and sat, pulling him down beside him. The man barely managed to hold onto the drink. He was startled when the shorter man began to climb onto his lap. He held out his unoccupied hand to Yuugi in alarm.

"Whoa, what are you doing?"

"...m'gonna kiss ya."

Astonished at Yuugi's forwardness, the man barely had time to dodge Yuugi's face and quickly flipped them so Yuugi lay, dazed against the couch and he above him. He stared at Yuugi with the same wide-eyed amazement and hastily stood up, Adam's apple bobbing as he gulped. He set the glass down on the messy coffee table, laying his jacket over the back of the couch before running befuddled hands through his hair. The man took a deep breath.

"Look, Yuugi, as much as I would love to..." he bit his lip harshly as Yuugi looked up at him with a mischievous smirk and a saucy wink, "and boy would I love to let you do what you will to me, because you're Yuugi Mutou – oh, my god. No one is going to believe me" – the man looked dumbfounded for a moment and shook his head from the thought – "anyway, as much as I would like to, you're very drunk and … what are you doing now?"

Yuugi had managed to sit up and was moving forward, hands reaching for the man's leather pants. The man sidestepped the playful digits, causing Yuugi to lose his little balance.

Yuugi yelped as he tipped forward, heading for a bad face-plant when an arm snaked around his front. He clung to the arm as it righted him and settled Yuugi against the backrest. He took several calming breaths and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, you need to sober up. Do you mind if I go searching for some water?"

"Nooo, stay." Yuugi let his hands wander up the arm he seized, his digits exploring the delectable bicep, and pouting when it was pulled from his grasp with an awkward, breathy chuckle.

"Yeah … I'm going to go get you some water and maybe order you some carb-heavy food."

The man took up the rest of the spiked soda and left the room, much to Yuugi's disappointment. Though it wasn't too bad watching him go. It had given Yuugi the urgent desire to bite into the man's gorgeous-looking tush. If he was lucky, Yuugi could manage to convince the man to let him.

He listened to the man pour the drink down the drain with a pout. Yuugi hadn't finished with that. He then heard the man proceed to rummage around his kitchen. In his absence, Yuugi contemplated how he could get the gorgeous man in his bed while he still had the liquid courage coursing through his veins. He was starting to feel a little sleepy, but Yuugi shook himself from the inclination. He had plans for … for...

Now that he thought about it, Yuugi realized he did not even know the gorgeous man's name. He needed that for later use. He needed to know what name he was going to be screaming later.

"Hey!" Yuugi called, "...gorg'us man?"

Said gorgeous man appeared with a liter bottle of water and a glass, a bemused expression on his face.

"Did you just call me 'gorgeous man'?"

"Mm, yes," replied Yuugi, "Gorg'us man, wha's y'name?" The man came forth, seating himself on the sofa. He was careful to put some distance between the two of them and began nudging papers to the side to put down the new glass. As he opened the bottle, he responded.

"My name is Atemu. I'm actually … a big fan. I can't believe I didn't recognize your voice over the phone. But then" – he, Atemu, cast Yuugi a sideways glance and poured out some water – "I've only ever heard your voice when you're dueling or answering questions from the press."

The man passed Yuugi the glass of water and Yuugi briefly thought to decline it. Atemu sent him a charming encouraging smile, the edges of his lips drawn back to reveal two neat rows of teeth. Yuugi accepted the glass and drank it all. Some part of him, dulled by alcohol and ignored by Yuugi's libido knew he should not have brought the stranger into his home; he was putting himself in danger. The bigger, hornier part of Yuugi quickly shut that thought down.

"You know," said Atemu as he took back the glass to refill, "I've been wanting to meet you for a long time now … this isn't how I imagined that meeting would go." He passed the glass back to Yuugi's waiting hands and the other sipped at it, his body beginning to feel a little heavy.

For a lack of better mouth functions, Yuugi hummed a response.

"Mm-hmm?"

Atemu's brow furrowed, peering at Yuugi with concern.

"You look like you're about to fall asleep. Before you do, is there anyone I can call for you? I'd rather you weren't completely alone … I don't know how much you've had."

Yuugi shook his head in response, taking more sips from the hefty glass. He could feel it beginning to slip from his fingers; Atemu's warm hand took it back.

"Do you want me to go?"

"Mm … stay."

Yuugi fell to the embrace of sleep soon after.

A/N: So ... gusta? no gusta?

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Forgive the title, I thought of it on a whim when I first started this months ago and it just stuck. (I promise I'm working on The Aftermath!)

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