Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! or its characters. Nor do I make any profit from this work of fiction.

A/N: Hello, everyone! And welcome to the continuation of The Bar Scene. Since several persons showed interest in a sequel, here it is.

Summary: Atemu succeeded in capturing the the boy (or rather man) from the bar. Or did he really? This is the tale of what happens after that night.

Warnings: None

Chapter 1: The One-Night Stand

In the morning, Yuugi woke to teasing kisses on the right side of his neck and shoulder. For a warm, sleepy second, he was content. Eyes still closed, he made to fall back to sleep when the abrupt realization that someone was kissing him sharply entered his muddled mind. He tensed, fist clenched, ready to swing back his hand when a deep chuckle brushed against the crook of his neck.

"Shh, calm down, little one. It's only me," said the warm voice against his skin, pressing more gentle kisses along Yuugi's neck, "go back to sleep."

Yuugi finally pried open his lids to peer out of the corner of his eye. The moment he saw the flaming, red hair with blonde streaks, Yuugi settled, breathing a sigh of relief. He remembered now.

A cheekbone pushed his chin up and the face of the other person buried itself against his Adam's apple, still kissing languidly. Yuugi groaned and rolled onto his back, wincing slightly. The head moved away to peer down at him with fond, red eyes. There was a content smile on that face. Yuugi's half-lidded eyes looked down and expected to see vast amounts of brown ochre skin, but instead, all he saw was white, pressed cotton and black slacks. He was very disappointed by the sight.

"...Why are you wearing clothes?" was Yuugi's first sleepy question to the young man hovering above him. He reached out a pale hand and tugged a little at the white collar, tempted to start unbuttoning it.

A brown hand caressed his cheek and crimson eyes smiled down at him.

"I have work," he responded with a soft look, leaning down to place more kisses on Yuugi's bare skin.

Yuugi squirmed slightly and hummed appreciatively at the tender touches of those full lips. He glanced to the side to the bedside table to see that it was early morning, really early morning. He turned back to peer down at the head hiding underneath his chin.

"You're eighteen, Atemu, why do you have a job? And why is it at five in the morning?" Yuugi whined at him.

Atemu laughed and nuzzled Yuugi's throat affectionately.

"Early shift. Gotta pay the rent somehow," he said, amused with Yuugi's complaint.

Yuugi was still too sleepy to fully understand Atemu's vague answer. He huffed and reached up to take Atemu's head out of his neck. He pulled the younger boy to his eye level and pouted at him.

"Make your parents pay it, Atemu. It really is five in the morning. You're insane, I'll pay your rent," Yuugi joked, "Now, get back in bed. I'm getting cold." Yuugi moved his hands to Atemu's shoulders and tried to pull him down. It was for nothing because Atemu, instead of moving closer, pulled away and Yuugi's arms fell to his sides. The bronze-skinned teen reached down Yuugi's body to pull the thick comforter over him. He pulled it up to his chin and Atemu leaned down to place a small kiss on Yuugi's nose.

"I left you something to wear if you decide to get up and shower," Atemu said gently, "There's food in the fridge and pantry. Feel free to help yourself to anything. Go back to sleep. I'll be back later."

Atemu looked at him for a second, as though contemplating his next words. But without a single word more, he bent forward and brought their lips together in a heart-melting kiss. Yuugi's stomach flipped and he brought his hands out from under the covers to cup Atemu's face. His blood warmed and Yuugi could have sworn that something curled sweetly around his heart. He deepened the kiss, but Atemu abruptly pulled away.

Yuugi opened his eyes to see Atemu blinking dazedly at him. The sight gave him the urge to smirk smugly, but he didn't. Instead, Yuugi, brushed his thumbs against the teenager's cheeks, wishing he would stay.

"I should go," he whispered.

Atemu snapped out of his daze to quickly shake his head.

"No, no. I still need to take you out on several dates. Don't run out on me now," Atemu murmured, "I promise I'll be back soon. Just don't leave."

"Atemu –"

"Please, Yuugi."

Yuugi gazed up at the teenager and sighed, nodding.

"Alright," he relented. The bed really was comfortable.

Atemu grinned at him. He looked so happy. Such a bright emotion because Yuugi had agreed to stay. It made Yuugi's insides twist pleasantly.

"Enjoy yourself, little one. Sleep."

With a final peck to Yuugi's cheek, Atemu swept from the room.

Yuugi burrowed into the comforter and decided to listen to Atemu. He fell back to sleep.

x x x

The second time Yuugi woke, it was almost ten. Though the apartment was quiet, Yuugi could hear the faint sounds of traffic beyond the walls of Atemu's room. He contemplated staying in the warm cocoon of sheets that smelled so much of Atemu. It certainly was cozy enough. Yuugi thought he could even fall back to sleep some more if he attempted to.

But the growl of his stomach and the dry itch in his throat bade Yuugi to leave the comfort for sustenance and water, so Yuugi forced himself to crawl out of bed. He made his way to the bathroom to relieve himself and found folded clothing on the counter, a small post-it pressed to the top.

Hope these fit, it read. There was a heart that dotted the lowercase "I".

A smile broke out on Yuugi's face at the small heart and he shook his head bemusedly. It was an endearing note. The bathroom itself was surprisingly organized. As a teenager, even Yuugi had some trouble keeping his room neat, but Atemu seemed to have a rather clean home. He supposed that Atemu could have a maid or one of his parents clean it, though he hoped that was not the case.

Yuugi walked over to the tub and pulled back the curtain. He turned on the water and waited as it heated, examining the bottles Atemu had tucked in the corners. Yuugi was pleasantly surprised to see orange-scented bodywash. He had half-expected Atemu to use some teenage boy misconception of "manly" soap.

Yuugi hopped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. He pulled on the lever and grabbed the bottle of shampoo. He didn't recognize the brand. Yuugi pressed down on the cap to pop it open and took a tentative sniff as the water soaked through his hair. He was, once again, pleasantly surprised when the citrus scent hit him.

"'Free of sulfates and parabens'," Yuugi read with an amused smile.

Yuugi washed himself, taking care to be extra gentle with his sore behind. Soon, he was out and patting himself dry with a fluffy, green towel he'd grabbed from the shelf installed above the toilet. He slipped into the light grey pants and black shirt and found them to be a little long, but comfortable. As he walked, though, he eventually found the need to roll up the ends of the pants in order to stop stepping on them.

Yuugi made his way to Atemu's kitchen, wondering if the teenager lived alone. He had neglected to ask last night when they had been ripping each other's clothes off. Yuugi sincerely hoped that Atemu did not have a roommate. He would be too embarrassed to explain his presence to a teenager.

Yuugi looked through Atemu's kitchen and took note of what Atemu had in stock. He was, again, surprised at how well-organized the kitchen was and the amount of pots and pans Atemu owned. He even had a stand mixer. Yuugi vaguely wondered if Atemu liked to cook. He looked through the groceries available and contemplated what to have for breakfast. The teen had said he could help himself to anything. Yuugi found bananas that were beginning to ripen a bit too much and got an idea.

x x x

Yuugi was happily munching on a warm banana-nut muffin at Atemu's table when someone knocked on the door.

Uncertain of what he should do, Yuugi put down his muffin and silently approached the front door. He did not know whether to answer it or not. This was not his apartment. He did not know who could be on the other side. The possibilities were endless.

It could be the landlord or lady. A friend or a bill collector. An ex or a stalker. A girlfriend or boyfriend, and Yuugi's heart squeezed in his chest at the thought of the person being Atemu's significant other. He didn't even know if Atemu had a significant other. He had not thought to ask when Atemu had pressed him against the various surfaces of his apartment.

They had been too busy making out.

He would have said something, Yuugi thought, Atemu would have mentioned having someone … right? He did say he wanted to date me.

The knocks came again and Yuugi's curiosity won out in the end. With great hesitation, he opened the door.

Right outside, stood a teenaged brunette with honey-brown eyes. He was taller than Yuugi by several inches. Yuugi blinked at him and the boy blinked back.

The seconds ticked by silently as they took each other in.

"...Do I have the wrong apartment?" the boy asked himself, looking down the hallway uncertainly.

"Who are you looking for?" Yuugi asked him politely.

"Uh," the boy looked at Yuugi curiously, "I'm looking for a guy named Atemu. I was sure that he lived here. Unless he moved?"

"No, you've got the right place. Atemu lives here," Yuugi said with a smile.

"Oh, thank god," the boy sighed with relief, "I thought I'd gotten myself lost again. Yuusei would never let me live it down if I had. So … who are you? Is Atemu home?"

"Oh, I'm..." Yuugi trailed off with a blush. How exactly was he supposed to introduce himself? Who was he to Atemu? A lover? His boyfriend? A friend? His one night stand that had yet to begin his walk of shame? "I'm Yuugi," he said lamely. He didn't know what else to say about himself. "Um, Atemu isn't home right now. He's at work. I'm not sure when he's coming back … he didn't say."

The boy was nodding as Yuugi finished and his eyebrows picked up slightly.

"Oh?" he said, "Well, I'm Juudai, Atemu's friend. Nice to meet ya, Yuugi. Are you his – are those my clothes?"

Juudai gaped at Yuugi and the short boy looked down at himself before looking up sheepishly.

"Um, Atemu gave me these to wear..." he said, a furious red stain on his cheeks, "I didn't know they belonged to someone else."

Juudai's eyes widened and he grinned.

"Oh, I see now!" Juudai said and winked at him, "way to go Atemu!"

The boy had managed to hit the nail on the head. Yuugi was mortified. He wanted to close the door and hide.

"Um, c-can I help you with something?" Yuugi asked him, hoping that the boy would leave so that he could properly perish in shame.

The boy stopped leering at him long enough to tug at the strap on his shoulder. He turned slightly so Yuugi could see the backpack hanging at his side.

"I'm actually here to get some help with homework. My boyfriend's too busy to help me, so Atemu offered to help … he said he would be free today around this time –"

"Juudai?"

Juudai turned around and Yuugi glanced around him to see Atemu coming down the hall, looking haggard, red hair in disarray. There was a black bow-tie that he did not recall seeing in the morning at Atemu's neck, almost completely undone. He also wore a black waistcoat that Yuugi was sure he had not seen before that was fully unbuttoned, and part of Atemu's dress shirt had become untucked. The teen looked rather tired and Yuugi felt sympathy for him. He wondered what Atemu's job was. He wondered why the teen even had to work.

Why doesn't he just get his parents to pay his stuff? Yuugi thought to himself.

Atemu gave Juudai a confused glance as he approached.

"Juudai, what are you doing here?"

Juudai's mouth fell open in a gape before his face filled with horror.

"Oh, my god. Did I get the day wrong? What's today?!" Juudai demanded, grabbing Atemu's arm when he came close enough, shaking him slightly.

Atemu brushed off his grip and placed a hand on Juudai's face to shove him away. Juudai grunted and pouted as he backed off.

"Did someone give you coffee or something? Calm down, it's Sunday. What are you – oh, that's right," Atemu's eyes had fallen to the school bag on Juudai's shoulder and he sighed wearily. "Sorry, Juudai, I forgot I was supposed to help you today. I just got off work. Middle-aged women are a menace," he muttered the last part to himself, though the other two heard him clearly.

Juudai huffed a large sigh of relief before briefly glancing at Yuugi.

"Dude, I would come tomorrow, seeing as you got someone over, but my homework is due tomorrow. So, no can do, amigo." Juudai patted Atemu's arm and Yuugi cleared his throat.

"That's alright," Yuugi said to the pair of them with a smile, "You guys do what you gotta do and I'll clear out. I should be getting back anyway." He turned around and headed to Atemu's bedroom, intending to change back into his clothes and leave, but Atemu called out behind him and caught him by the arm, turning him on the spot.

"No, wait! Yuugi, don't go." Atemu gave Yuugi a pleading look and took Yuugi by his arms, pulling him closer. "We have that date, remember?"

Yuugi glanced at Juudai who was standing awkwardly in the doorway and looked back to Atemu's beseeching eyes. He knew he shouldn't stay, though he was quite tempted to.

"Atemu, you have a guest," Yuugi said pointedly, "we can go on a date another day –"

"If you leave now, you'll have no intention of fulfilling that promise. You'll regret last night. I know it. You'll go back to thinking I'm too young for you and dodge my calls. Don't tell me I'm wrong because I know I'm not."

"...I'll just set up in the kitchen then, shall I?" Juudai said to no one in particular and closed the door before quickly retreating to the kitchen so he wasn't witnessing the private moment between Yuugi and Atemu.

Yuugi sighed and glanced away guiltily.

"Atemu," he said, but he didn't continue. Atemu was right. If Yuugi left now, he would regret sleeping with Atemu and avidly avoid the teenager. Yuugi thought it was rather smart of him to reach that conclusion.

"Come on, Yuugi," Atemu coaxed, gently moving a reluctant Yuugi against him, "We'll go out after I finish helping Juudai. He's my best friend's boyfriend. I can't let him down." Atemu wrapped his arms around Yuugi and kissed him.

Yuugi melted in his embrace and his resolve crumbled. Atemu was a sweet kisser. Too sweet of a kisser. Yuugi felt powerless against those lips and it made him wary.

"Okay," Yuugi mumbled as Atemu leaned back, "You're lucky I have nothing to do today but buy groceries."

"Thanks," Atemu pressed a kiss to Yuugi's cheek and pulled him along to the kitchen.

"Alright Juudai, what did you need help with … what are you eating?"

When the pair arrived in the kitchen, they stopped in their tracks at the sight of Juudai trying to shove an entire muffin in his mouth. The boy, though caught red-handed, continued to bite down and chew happily on the large cupcake.

"Thiff if belifshi-uff!" Juudai said through a mouthful of bread, spraying crumbs everywhere. He pointed at the half that was left in his hand.

Yuugi chuckled at the sight and, beside him, Atemu recoiled with disgust. The teen looked down at his now dirty table and grimaced.

"Dude, say it, don't spray it," Atemu grumbled as he went over to the muffin pile in the middle of his kitchen table and picked one up, "I don't remember buying muffins."

"I made them," Yuugi said helpfully and both boys turned to him in shock. Yuugi shrugged with a slight smile. "You did say I could help myself. So I made banana-nut muffins," Yuugi said, picking up the one he'd been eating before Juudai had arrived. He pulled a piece from it and held it out to Atemu who looked at him with absolute bafflement.

"...you bake?" he asked Yuugi and Yuugi nodded at him, waving the piece of bread before Atemu's lips.

"I'm a baker, Atemu. It's my job."

Atemu's eyes lit up with delight and he enveloped Yuugi's fingers with his lips, taking the piece of muffin from them. Yuugi watched him as he chewed and his heart fluttered when Atemu planted a sudden kiss on his lips and moved away to grin at him.

"You're amazing," Atemu said, "you'll have to teach me how to make these."

"I'll be the taste-tester," Juudai said as he finished off the second half. "Mm," he moaned, "it's still warm." Atemu slapped his hand away as Juudai reached for another.

"Don't eat them all," Atemu scolded him, "get out your homework."

"Yeesh! Alright already, no need to be so vicious!"

Yuugi kneeled on a chair to spare his ass the discomfort, watching as Juudai pulled out a red binder and a textbook. Atemu moved to his cabinets, pulling out glasses and the milk carton from the fridge. Yuugi stared at the cover of the blue textbook and felt a little bit of color drain from his face when he saw the grade level it was intended for.

"...you're in high school?" he asked Juudai, worry gnawing at him. If Juudai was in high school … Yuugi gulped dryly and hoped it didn't mean what he thought it did.

Juudai looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah," he said uncertainly, "I'm not a senior like Atemu, though. I'm a junior. Why do you look so surprised? Are you not in high school?" Juudai looked at him closely and Yuugi felt like the floor had been ripped out from underneath him.

I've made a mistake, he thought.

"No, I'm not," he said quietly before clearing his throat, "excuse me."

He left the kitchen quickly and headed for Atemu's room. Once there, he frantically searched for his clothes. Yuugi felt like he was going to be sick. His stomach churned and his head spun. He found his shirt and yanked off the black one he was wearing. He gulped as he pulled his own on, feeling the bile begin to rise in his esophagus.

Atemu was in high school. High school. Yuugi had slept with a high-schooler! He found the rest of his clothes and proceeded to change. He needed to get out of there as soon as possible. He was in the middle of buttoning his jeans when Atemu's worried voice interrupted him.

"Yuugi, what are you doing?"

Yuugi turned and narrowed his eyes at Atemu. Seeing his young face brought Yuugi an intense feeling of disgrace.

"High school?" he said, "You're in high school?!" Yuugi was well aware that he was close to shouting.

Atemu winced at his words and Yuugi sat on the bed, pulling on his socks, face scrunched up in anxiety.

"I'm graduating in three months," Atemu said, as though that excused him.

"Are you even eighteen?" Yuugi asked him, feeling panic settle in. Oh, my god, he thought, I'm going to prison for having sex with a minor. "Or did you lie about that as well?"

"I didn't lie!" Atemu protested, "You never asked me if I was in high school, so I didn't say anything. And I really am eighteen! You can check my ID if you don't believe me!"

Yuugi grabbed his shoes and Atemu took them from him. Yuugi reached to take them back and Atemu held them away.

"Yuugi, listen to me –"

Yuugi stood up and glared at Atemu.

"No, Atemu, you listen. You're in high school! I'm six years older than you!" He buried his face into his hands and sighed. "This was a mistake," he said, dropping his hands, "Give me my shoes. I'm leaving." He reached out for them.

But Atemu didn't hand them over. He simply looked at Yuugi with hurt in his eyes.

"Didn't last night mean anything to you?" he asked softly. Gone was the confident kid he met at the bar, his wine-colored eyes begging Yuugi to stay. The boy was so full of vulnerable innocence. Unlearned in the way of life.

Atemu was so very young.

Yuugi bit his lip and looked away. He couldn't stand to see him hurting.

"Have you never had a one night stand?" Yuugi asked him and looked back to him, still holding out his hand, "It was just sex, Atemu. Please give me my shoes."

Atemu's expression grew pained and Yuugi immediately wanted to take the words back. This was why Yuugi never did one night stands. He didn't like the mess they caused. Someone always got hurt.

"I'm graduating in three months," Atemu repeated, "would you date me then?"

Yuugi didn't answer. He didn't want to hurt this boy more than he already had. But Atemu seemed to take Yuugi's silence as an answer. He placed the shoes in Yuugi's hand and lowered his gaze to the floor.

"I really like you, Yuugi."

Instead of answering, Yuugi pulled on his shoes and checked for his things. His wallet was there, but his phone wasn't. He started looking around the floor.

"Your phone's on the charger on the table. Next to the bed," Atemu sounded dejected as he pointed and sure enough, the phone was there, lying innocently and fully charged, "It woke me up with its beeping, so I put it to charge."

Yuugi took the phone and noted the missed calls and messages before slipping it into his pocket. There was nothing left to do but leave. He turned to the door and walked out. Atemu did not stop him this time. He passed the kitchen where a curious Juudai was peering out with concern. Yuugi paused to smile at him and held out a hand.

"It was nice meeting you, Juudai. Good luck with the homework. I have to go now."

Juudai looked slightly taken aback by Yuugi's formality, but shook his hand anyway.

"Uh, sure, dude. Did I say something wrong?" Juudai asked him and glanced to Atemu's bedroom door before looking at him with confusion.

"Not at all," Yuugi said, "I need to get going now." And he left without looking back.

A/N: Do not ask for updates. Thank you.