Title: Black Osiris

Pairing: YugixYami

Warning: depression, alcoholism, language, abusive relationships, … and of course, lemon!

Summary: Yugi wins VIP tickets to a concert of the famous rock-band Black Osiris. He and Anzu meet the front singer of the band, Yami Sennen, backstage, but it turns out meeting your heroes is always different than expected. In Yami's case, he's just an annoying prick.

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. The lyrics of the songs I use are from the later albums of Depeche Mode and solely belong to them! I'll probably use different songs from different bands later on.

Chapter 1

"Oh my god, Yugi, I'm so excited! Thank you so, so much for this!"

Anzu hugged her smaller friend tightly, not leaving a crack of air between them while doing so, enthusiastically smothering his face in her exposed cleavage. It was obvious Yugi was very uncomfortable by the intimate touch, especially since everyone in his nearest environment undoubtedly knew he was about as straight as the next corner around the street. And yet that fact only highlighted the gesture. Anzu found a full-fledged satisfaction in teasing Yugi to the extend it turned his entire face red. She found it funny, while he just found it bullying, and it was exactly why they were best friends.

It wasn't everyday you win two VIP-tickets to a concert you so desperately wanted to attend, especially a concert from Black Osiris. Both he and Anzu were running on empty and Yugi had only currently found a job in a 24/7 convenience store a few blocks away from his house. He had won the tickets on such an unexpected occasion that at first he had begun laughing hysterically while opening the cap of his bottle of Ramune and reading he was one of the three lucky people to win two tickets to the Domino concert. It was only after minutes, hours perhaps, that the actuality of the situation sunk in like a stone, altering his laughing into a loss of words and the sudden exchange of incoherent words. He was going to meet him, the one and only Yami Sennen, in real life! His one and only idol, his hero, the man on every poster cladding the walls of his room. The hottest songwriter of the year whom Yugi had adored ever since they gained fame. Yugi had every record on both CD and LP, he wore bandshirts and had every merchandise produced from the band, and to top it off he was so dedicated he had dyed and cut his hair exactly the same as the front singer. He wanted to be like Yami in every possible way, so finally being able to meet him was the event of his life.

They stood in queue, waiting for the doors of the concert hall to open. He and Anzu had even skipped the last two periods of school to make it in time, having waited here for the last six hours so they would be first in line. They had been friends since kindergarten, and Yugi considered Anzu his sister if it weren't for the lack of similar DNA. She too was a huge fan of Black Osiris and couldn't wait to meet their singer. Yugi wondered how things would turn out when they would finally stand behind the stage. Who would shake his hand first? Who would talk to him first? He loved Anzu dearly but, he'd by all means push her aside if it meant getting to meet Yami first. She'd do the same anyway, and he couldn't really blame her for that.

There was a howling storm of herding people running inside as soon as the doors opened, and he and Anzu had to push their way through as not to smack harsh on the ground and be unconscious for the rest of the evening. They waited expectantly for another hour and a half for the show to start, the supporting progamme being an odd and rather boring performance that held no one's interest whatsoever. After all, everyone was waiting with full anticipation for the main act to appear, which was undoubtedly a lot more interesting than what they saw now.

Yugi and Anzu had managed to secure a spot at the front of the stage when a man they could care less about appeared on the stage and announced the name of the band they had all been waiting for. There was screeching and screams all over the concert hall, Yugi plunging his fingers in his ear to at least enjoy the concert of the year in its full glory without any ear-damage. Anzy shook his arm impetuously as if she could not control her own urges anymore. Yugi finally understood why she wore that exposing tank top. Her boobs did look bigger when she squeezed her arms together.

It took a while before the main act appeared, but when they did Yugi's mouth dropped open. He had not, in the wildest of his dreams, imagined how gorgeous all of them were once making themselves known. The drummer rose from the stage, the part in the back lifting from behind it to make his entrance more spectacular. The loud drumming of his solo blew Yugi out of his socks. Soon after, a guitar joined the drumming solo and the main guitarist walked on stage, a cocky grin painting his face that perfectly matched the scar around his eye. They played in sync, driving the crowd crazy as some of them started yelling the front singer's name whom had not yet shown himself. It became a demanding, simultaneous shout out that turned faster in rhythm, in full expectation of the man who was about to walk the stage. And when it did, Yugi's eyes glistened in the light of finally witnessing what he had come for, or rather whom.

Yami was, to put it mildly, drop-dead gorgeous. When he made himself known on stage, his smirk tentatively humming through the mic he held in his hand, every girl in the hall was fainting in the allure of the moment. Yugi suddenly thought it was incredibly hot in the room, but those probably more his fangirl-thoughts calling out to him. And then that voice, that goddamn smacking voice when he chuckled through the mic before speaking.

"Good evening, Domino City!"

Yugi could not bring himself to cheer. He was too indulged with Yami's look to give a damn about communication. Anzu did cheer, pumping her elbow against her friend to wake him from his delirious state, but Yugi ignored it nonetheless. Everything about this man was perfect.

"Are you ready for tonight? Cause it's about to get hot in here."

That last suggestive note was supposed to be a joke, however most girls seemed to be responding in agreement to it.

When the music started playing, Yugi was deaf to it all. He heard Yami's deep voice singing through the microphone but made no implication of the lyrics. Not even the stringing of the guitar or the drumming was audible, Yugi could only sense through his eyes. What he saw enchanted him. That self-assured, almost arrogant smile that covered his face, those melting crimson eyes that leaked seduction, the flowing of his body that screamed sex. He quickly recalled his previous statement and corrected himself. Everything about this man was beyond perfect.

"I can corrupt you
It would be easy
Watching you suffer
God, it would please me."

Ah yes, fuck yes, that man could corrupt him as much as he wanted. After the first song ended, Yugi finally sunk into a state of relaxation, finally allowing to take in all of the music and sing along, cheer with his friend and scream for more. The hair on his arms went rigid from the blood pumping through his heart. He hadn't felt this alive in years.

"Where's the revolution
Come on, people
You're letting me down."

During this chorus, Yugi fully screamed every word along while grabbing his best friend and dancing with her on the rhythm. He would enjoy every full minute of this concert before it would end, before the best moment of their nights would arrive, before he would finally meet him. He was excited to the fullest, but first, he would grab every opportunity he had to listen to the performance. He was ecstatic.

The singing lasted for a good hour and a half, in which people encouraged for more and was met with one last song. Then they packed their bags and left the stage, people disappointed but doing the same as well. Yugi and Anzu met each other's gaze, their smiles unable to reach any wider. Anzu held on tight to her best friend's hands, bouncing on her spot for the next turn of events they had been looking forward to the most. Yugi dragged her along the many people, securely holding her hand to not lose her in the throng, where they resided near the side of the stage to search for someone who could help them. After showing their passes, a stage guy walked them backstage where Yugi looked back and held his thumbs up before entering the room, Anzu returning his enthusiasm with a broad smile herself.

"More backstage people," the guy sighed and closed the door behind him. They stood, awkwardly, at the entrance of the room, taking in the sight of what appeared to be the backstage. It was a modernly decorated room with tight, black-leathered sofa's and a black coffee table with all kinds of snacks and booze on it. Around it sat their lead guitarist, Akefia Najm, still plucking the strings on his guitar. He watched the odd pair with little interest, returning their gazes with only a brief glance before returning his eyes on his instrument.

"Oh my god! You're Akefia Najm! I'm Anzu!"

Without noticing any of the awkwardness residing in the room, Anzu introduced herself rather quickly to the unbothered guitarist. She walked her way to the man and took a seat next to him, watching how he continued playing his guitar and responding with mild interest. Anzu seemed unaffected by his lack of caring, Yugi remained steadfast on his spot however, feeling no urge to dialogue with someone who could care less about their presence. He looked around to notice Malik, the drummer of the band, walking toward his fellow band member while holding two glasses of, most probably, whiskey, of which one he offered to the guitarist.

"Oh and you're Malik, oh my god, this is, so cool! I can't believe I'm talking to you guys!"

It was admirable how Anzu conversed so carefree while there was an obvious unreturned enthusiasm. The drummer however, seemed more interested in the new girl whom had entered the room than the guitarist. He looked pleased when Akefia made no move to talk to the girl and therefore had her all to himself, and by the look of things, he wasn't after just a nice chat.

Yugi's spine chilled. The entire atmosphere in this room felt pressing, as if he'd just walked into a cobweb with no way out, just waiting to be eaten alive. Fixedly, he scanned every corner of the room, until he noticed that one man whom he had been so desperate to meet prior, sitting in a lounge chair with a bottle of vodka in his hand, laughing and sneakily gliding his hand down a girl's skirt sitting next to him. He placed his pursed lips around the bottle and swallowed three times, the strong liquid pouring down his throat and easily finding access through his veins only to infect his brain even more than before, obviouslt already drunk which could only mean he had been during the concert as well. It bothered Yugi, even if he had no right whatsoever to be jealous with a man that didn't even know him.

"Yo, Yami!"

The guitarist's voice was strident, but a slightly higher pitch than Yami's. Yugi already knew this because he sometimes did the backing, but it still somewhat surprised him when he just heard him speaking instead of singing.

"What?!" The lead singer was obviously annoyed by the interruption, snarling back an answer before returning his attention with a purr to the tall blonde sitting next to him. He tried diving in for a kiss but was halted by Akefia's continuing.

"More fans who want to meet you. Don't be rude and say hello."

While one could interpret that sentence as a supportive act on Akefia's, it was everything but. Yugi could detect the obvious sarcasm in it that silently laughed with the new pair of fangirls whom had just arrived backstage. It became obvious that the band in general had done it several times before, but it also became obvious that they were not used to having a male coming backstage. Yami got up bitterly, walking past his lounge chair before looking up. His grimace turned into a mocking smirk upon witnessing Yugi still standing in the midsts of it all, his face dumbstruck with the gruesome reality of 'backstage'.

"What's your name, sweetheart?"

Upon this moment, Yugi took the chance to take in the approaching man from up close, wandering his eye over every curve and shape resting in those poisonous looks. He truly was the apple of the eye, with a rich caramel skin and smooth, tantalizing curves around his waist and hips. Yami was the shortest and less muscular of the three of them, but nonetheless the most popular by far due to the sex appeal dripping from that face. His usual attire consisted of a lot of black, today no less different. He wore a loose black crop top without sleeves, a pair of leather pants that hugged his thighs and were tugged in a pair of black combat boots with a 3 inch sole, the look completed by his stud bracelets, belt and a small necklace of an ankh around his neck which Yugi had come to learn he wore on every concert. It was hard not to give in then and there, because anyone would take the chance of getting to touch this man whenever given the opportunity.

Yugi shifted in his spot, rolling his lips inward while overthinking every action he was to take. Maybe it was better if he and Anzu just left. Then again, Anzu seemed like she was having the time of her life. Perhaps he was just overreacting? But then why did he get this anxious feeling while being watched so fiercely.

"Yugi."

"And the cute brunette?" Yami asked and pointed with his thumb toward her. Anzu rose from her seat, running over to the now newly aquired attention, much to Malik's exasperation (this had obviously happened before too), and presenting herself in all her glory with the necessary lack of modesty in her clothing.

"Anzu!" she laughed, blinking her eye and nervously wiggling her toes on her spot. Yugi swallowed uneasily. Anzu had no idea how suggestive her demeanor was in this situation, but she had probably not yet noticed the turn of events upon entering this room, having been busy talking with the drummer.

"Aren't you sassy." Yami smiled, in only a matter of seconds lifting his arm to drape it around the brunette's shoulder and pull her closer. The touch made Anzu lightheaded but also weary, as if she just realized the man's true intentions behind his amiability. Upon closing the distance between him, Anzu's body shivered in the whisper she received close to her ear. "Wanna go to my room?"

"Okay that's it!" Before Anzu even had a chance to respond, Yugi grabbed her by her upper arm and dragged her away from the singer, his urge to protect growing stronger with every look she received from him. "We're leaving! Anzu, let's go!"

There was no room for protesting as Yugi walked them right out of the room, straight toward the exit to leave this entire chilling experience behind.

"Well done, Yami." Malik snorted and plunged himself in the spot where Anzu had sad prior. "There goes my one chance of getting laid."

"Pity," Yami shrugged and turned on his heel, walking back to the four other women whom had won themselves a backstage ticket as well. "I would've done them both."

Akefia snickered by that remark.

"What a disgusting, ego-centered, selfish prick! I can't believe I spent all my life worshipping some douche-bag that fucks every girl who meets him backstage!"

"That was terrible", Anzu wholeheartedly agreed while nuzzling deeper in her scarf. She lowered her gaze to watch her steps while they walked home as they always did after school, only this time with a different setting. "Thanks for getting us out of there."

"It was one of the worst experiences in my life! Ugh!" Yugi swung his arms in the air, dramatically strengthening the severity of his words, before tugging his hands in his pockets, showing a prominent pout on his face. "And to think I even dyed my hair like his."

Anzu laughed with the sad remark. "Oh Yugi, you can always dye it back the way it was, right?"

"I guess, still..." It wasn't so much that everyone had gotten used to Yugi's extravagant hair. Hell', he'd been a fan since he was thirteen and had dyed it only three months after. Still, he'd grown rather fond of the tricoloured mass of thick blonde waves, black spikes and magenta tips. Deciding against it, Yugi found a more pressing subject to shift the mood in the air.

"Wanna get a burger? I'm starving."

"Didn't know witnessing the most disappointing experience in your life would make you feel hungry." Anzu laughed, taking a left turn as to agree with Yugi's proposition.

Yugi shrugged off the remark, his eyes half-lid while already considering which giant burger would suffice to his needs this evening. "It doesn't. I just need something to eat the pain away."

Yugi worked in a very unspectacular, not so popular due to overpriced products and a lack of quality, convenience store just around the corner that was open 24/7. The paycheck wasn't much, but it was his first job and also first step toward getting the hell of out Japan. He wanted to save money so he and Anzu could both study in America together, partially because he couldn't part ways with Anzu after their high-school career would end altogether this year, but also because he had never really intended to say in Japan the first place. He and Anzu had always dreamt of renting a place in the US with perhaps fellow students to split the bills and live a more adventurous life than the one downtown they had now. So Anzu worked in the local Burger World which they had visited yesterday night after the concert, and Yugi would work in this shady, shitty convenience store around the block. He had asked his grandpa if he could perhaps help out with the game shop instead for a small paycheck, but the place wasn't as busy as in the old days with all the latest gaming technology of playstation, X-box, etc, so there wasn't really an opportunity.

Despite the fact that Yugi hated his job, and with hate he meant with the deepest, darkest desire to burn the whole place to the ground as soon as he would receive his last paycheck, he always came to work with a smile on his face. He enjoyed helping out their regular customers and seeing them every day or week, having some more smalltalk before receiving the money and tucking it in the cash register to find their change. He also very much enjoyed organizing the store, it was why his superior liked Yugi so much since there wasn't much organization in a failing shop that was about to close its doors in, let's say, one year due to bankrupcy.

However.

Today was an exception.

Yugi's familiar smile was replaced by a steadfast frown that made his whole appearance gloomy, Rebecca recognized as soon as he had entered the store and gone to put on his apron in the employee's room. When he returned, dressed in his usual dark blue apron with the brand of the convenience store at the right corner of his chest, he sighed heavily from behind the counter to signature for his presence on the attendance list. Rebecca watched him intently, trying hard to remember if Yugi had told her anything about what he had been up to yesterday that could've upset him this much, when suddenly the lightbulb appeared.

"Concert sucked?"

"Don't even start," he hissed and began reorganizing the entire desk.

Rebecca was a kind girl he had met in this very store which he had immediately gotten along with well. Aside from sharing a laugh and complaining during work however, they didn't really meet up, and that was for the best. After a few months of working there, Rebecca had told Yugi that she really, really liked him with the implication of perhaps going on a date, which Yugi wholeheartedly had to beat down with the sudden exclamation that he was so gay it even surprised him she hadn't noticed. It turned out a bit awkward after that, but soon everything was back to normal and they chitchatted like before again.

"I'll finish today's delivery, then I'm off," she told him and returned to the cookie section to finish putting those last boxes on their shelves. Yugi was glad to be alone for a while, not wanting to converse yet anyway. He took the time to clean the counter which Rebecca had an awful habit of leaving behind dirty day in and day out, pretty much 24/7 like the store. You can imagine the agitation on his face when a customer began placing all kinds of products on the newly-cleaned counter without so much as a hint of hesitation.

While Yugi was still wiping the cloth over the stone tablet, he was suddenly stopped by a bag of coffee beans, soon joined by other different caffeine-related products such as coffee pads, ice coffees and a styrofoam cup of hot coffee. Dreadfully affected by the unkind demeanor, Yugi looked up to see which pretentious bastard had the nerves to intervene between him and his anti-social cleaning moment of peace. He hadn't anticipated to cross paths with deadly crimson eyes again so soon.

"It's you." It wasn't with so much intended disdain that he had hoped to speak those words, but it rolled off his tongue without realizing, yet there wasn't a second in which Yugi would take them back.

Yami looked up, his hands fondling his wallet to search for any cash, to meet the eyes of a flaring cashier that crossed his arms impatiently. A little surprised by the cashier's reaction, Yami's brow arched in confusion, not used by the ice-cold death-glare he received upon being recognized. Usually he was met with painfully high-pitched excitement or he wasn't recognized at all.

The frontsinger looked terrible, although there were more descriptive words suited for the situation. His hair was a tangled mess, his eyes were dry and the bags underneath gave the impression that he hadn't had much sleep last night. Underneath his leather jacket, he wore a regular shirt but the tag was at the front. His combat boots were untied and the zipper of his jeans was only closed halfway as if he had grown tired of the effort halfway through and decided he was dressed enough. It was sad really, that Yugi would have to remember his (ex?-)idol like this. He hadn't really decided if he could part ways with their music just yet.

"Do I know you?"

Yugi was practically fuming like a child. Where the hell did this man find the audacity to ask him such a thing after what he had done yesterday –

"Wait, you're that backstage kid!"

Oh my god, he recognized me!

Yugi quickly suppressed that fangirl thought.

"I sure as hell am. Thank you for ruining my night yesterday." Persistent on not letting his guard down, Yugi managed to squeal out a remark without too much shiver in his voice as to sound more unimpressed, but he caught himself still caring too much. Why the hell was a famous singer like him out here to get his morning coffee anyway? As if he didn't have someone to do that for him.

Yami slightly bit his underlip to suppress the nerves he felt from talking to Yugi. He was obviously uncomfortable with the entire situation and his eyes wandered right at the cashier, dumbstruck as to what to answer. The visual response on his face drove Yugi insane, not because he was mad with him but rather because the action was freaking hot and he needed to fucking stop it right now before he would pull him over this fucking counter and eat him alive.

"Sorry 'bout that, I know I'm an ass when I'm drunk... I didn't do anything wrong, right? To be honest, my memory's quite fuzzy from last night."

This was not the reaction Yugi had anticipated. Yami actually looked sorry. He expressed a genuine guilt and seemed embarrassed about his own actions. Honestly he didn't remind Yugi of the man he had met yesterday at all. Yami seemed much more considerate today, he was very calm and collected and his previous action of putting his coffee stash so bluntly on the counter while Yugi was cleaning seemed more like an accident than an actual intention. And the way those gorgeous eyes looked at Yugi, emanating such vulnerability, such emotional humanity, it almost, almost convinced Yugi to instantly forgive him and go on living his life as the number one Black Osiris fan in Domino City. Almost. Instead, he settled for a sour glare.

"Tell you what," Yami continued and rested his wallet on the counter to reach for something in his back pocket. Yugi tried hard not to be jealous of the man's hands touching that butt. "I'll give you VIP-tickets for our next concert in two days in the city next door. You can take your friend with you. Sorry, it's all I can get you pretty much right now."

Yugi cringed under that abiding face Yami was offering him. How on earth could he not abide by those heavenly eyes while they were looking at him like that?! A sad puppy that wanted to apologize to its master for having failed his trick. He held out the tickets in front of him and presented them before the cashier, awaiting his response without pressing the matter. The last thing he wanted to do was piss off his fans even more. He wasn't going to lie about it, he had felt rather bad about what had happened yesterday, even if he didn't remember that much about it. But he had to admit he liked this kid, and he wanted to do something to make it up. He had instantly decided that, going out for coffee himself this morning to have some fresh air after a heavy night had been a good idea anyway, even if Akefia had laughed in his face about it.

"You don't have to take –"

"I WANT THEM!" Yugi yelled in front of the store and grabbed those tickets as quickly as possible before Yami would take them back. While doing so, he had accidentally grabbed Yami's hand along with them.

Yugi instantly froze as soon as he realized that soft skin he felt in his hand was the singer's. Instead of letting go, he found his hand securely locked around the tanned one and in no desire of letting it go, even if his brain screamed otherwise. Their eyes met awkwardly, lips securing in a straight line and a deafening silence creaking through the store as they drowned hard in each other's touch, enlightening flames that were already there but needed more encouragement through the means of physical contact. Yugi gulped and immediately after released a swallowed hiss, trying hard to tear away his eyes from the other's but too enchanted by the moment. He was feeling strange, and he could tell Yami felt it too. Yet strange wasn't the right word to describe how he was feeling.

He felt incredibly aroused.

Cliffhangerrr haha. What will happen next?

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