Disclaimer: I do not own Yellow, it is owned by Mokoto Tateno.
This story contains yaoi themes. Please do not read if you are offended by male x male relationships.
Happy readings.
"Stupid Goh!" Taki lit a cigarette as he watched the dancer slide down the pole. He watched the way her chest bounced as she lowered herself to the floor.
Things had been going fine. While on an assignment Goh had gotten in close with a beautiful young man. The job had all gone to hell when said young man figured them out and had set them up to nearly get blown to hell when they opened the box that was supposed to hold the drugs.
That was fine, it was Goh's job to get close to the young boys, but why had the bastard been with another boy by the time Taki had come back from searching through the rubble for the millionth time. The boy had been seated on the kitchen counter giggling when Taki came home.
It was fine when they weren't in a relationship. He couldn't have given less of a damn what Goh brought home back then, but why the hell would he need some little teenage brat when he had Taki all to himself.
Taki crunched the cigarette in his fingers. Goh had tried to stammer some sort of excuse, but Taki didn't care what sort of lies he had been spewing. He let him have it, with a hard fist in the gut.
"How the hell do I even try to get even with that bastard. If I just go home he'll just smirk and think he's won. What the hell!" If anyone had asked him a year ago where he saw himself he definitely wouldn't have said sitting in a bar drowning his sorrows over a gay lover.
"Shit!" He growled as the tears finally started to slip from his eyes. If he weren't so damned drunk he could've hidden it better, but he was an honest drunk even the honesty was only to himself.
He thumped his head down on the bar, trying to knock the anger and hurt from his mind.
He nearly jumped as a cool hand slid over his back. His body shuddered involuntarily and he hated himself for it.
"Hey there, you look like you could use some company," a deep voice whispered in his ear.
Taki looked up at the handsome stranger. Those brown eyes were predatory as they slid over Taki's lithe figure.
"I suppose," Taki said, looking him in the eye. 'If Goh can sleep with another guy then I don't see why I can't too,' Taki shrugged.
"Let's go somewhere quieter," the man grinned as he helped Taki stumble off of his barstool.
"Sometimes we don't realize how drunk we are until we try to get up, right?" The man chuckled, wrapping those strong arms around Taki to steady him.
"I guess so," Taki muttered, barely paying attention to what the man was saying. His heart was screaming at him to turn back, to hide in Goh's arms, to forgive him and lose himself in a kiss.
The part of him that was hurt and bitter made him ignore those thoughts, letting the strange man lead him out of the bar.