Title: Sequel to Breakup (Generic Title)

Author: DJ

Rating: R

Summery: Sequel to "Through Worse." Takes place about six months after the last chapter of "Through Worse." Part of the way through, I started reconsidering my technique, so things kinda break off at certain points, getting more canon. Parings: K-J, Y-R, B-M, B-J, B-YY, YY-YM, YY-M, KB-J

Jounochi giggled, leaning on the unsteady arm of his roommate. "Bakura..." he moaned, falling into him.

Bakura shook his head. "You are so drunk it ain't even funny."

"Is to funny! And I'm not drunk!" Jou laid his head the table, suddenly sad.

Bakura rubbed Jou's back gently and leaned toward him. "What's wrong?" he spoke just above the music and talk.

"Seto's here," he murmured.

Bakura sat up and looked around. Sure enough, there was the smug CEO leaning against the bar, dressed in tight black clothing. He wanted to kill him. And take over his company. Hehe...

He was running his tongue over his teeth, just tasting the brunette's blood, when Jou asked, "Are you checking him out?" in a sad voice.

Bakura turned to look back at him. "For different reasons than you'd be."

"Really?" Jou asked in unconvinced. "What reason would that be?"

"I bet all that rich food and high living would give him nice tasting blood." Bakura smiled at Jou charmingly.

Jounochi shook his head, smiling. "You are so...perverted, it's sad."

"No, it's funny." Bakura stood up. "I'm going to go buy you another drink, okay?" He leaned in and kissed Jounochi on the cheek. "Same?" Jou nodded, beginning to tear at a napkin.

Bakura walked up to the bar. "Hey, bartendy! Khaloa and cream and a Labatts on draft!"

Kaiba turned to look at him. "Bakura?"

Not looking at Kaiba, Bakura said ruefully, "If you mean the innocent twirp married to Yugi? Nah, I'm the hot sexy yami rooming with your ex."

Kaiba slide a few bills over. "Let me take care of that," he flirted.

Bakura knocked Kaiba out of the way. He handed the bartender a few bills. He grabbed the drinks and leaned into Kaiba. He pointed a finger at Jounochi, who wasn't looking in their direction. "You see that hot blonde there? He's here with me."

"You're dating him?" Kaiba asked in disbelief.

"No, we're friends, so you better fucking watch yourself, -Kaiba-."

"Don't tell him I'm here," Kaiba whispered into Bakura's ear.

"He's already seen you," Bakura said above the music. He walked back to Jounochi and handed him his drink. Sipping at his beer, he muttered, "He's an ass, get over him."

Jounochi smile ruefully. "Yes, Bakura-sama."

"Damn right. About fucking time I got my respect."

"Hey." Bakura and Jounochi's eyes shot up. Kaiba was standing there, holding his drink.

Jounochi looked down. "Hey," he said softly.

Kaiba pulled up a chair and sat down. "You look...good..."

"Same to you, K-Kaiba," he mumbled.

There came the inevitable awkward pause. "Well..." Kaiba exhaled. "How are you and Ishtar?"

Jounochi stole at glance at Kaiba while drinking his Khaloa. First glance left Jou with envy. Kaiba was looking fucking hot tonight, like always. Second glance left him with pity. Kaiba looked like shit tonight, his skin a little yellow and eyes had bags under them. He looked back down, clearing his throat. "We...we aren't...seeing each other anymore."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. When that'd happen?"

Jounochi made no motion to answer Kaiba.

Bakura said softly, "The same day you finally broke it off with this lovely blonde."

Kaiba looked at Jounochi through the corner of his eyes. "I--"

Jou jumped up suddenly, knocking back the rest of his drink. "Bakura? I'm going to go dance, okay?"

Bakura nodded, narrowing his eyes at Kaiba.

Once Jou had gone, Kaiba turned to look at Bakura. "Are you going to tell me I'm stupid?"

Bakura shrugged. Lazily, he said, "Why should I? I figure you already know. Even if he's been depressed the last few months, he's still a fucking hottie."

"So you're not...together?"

"Not that way." He looked down, running his finger over the glass.

"You want to be," Kaiba observed.

"It'd be nice," Bakura mumbled. "But he's not noticing me. He's noticing a certain brunette and blonde who broke his heart."

"Bakura..." Kaiba said warningly.

Bakura slammed his glass of beer down, causing beer to spill all over Kaiba's hand. "Kaiba, burn in that place you people call hell. You're missing out on the greatest guy in this world."

"You think I don't know that?" Kaiba asked tightly. "You think I'm not miserable?"

"Just because I'm drunk doesn't mean you can pull the pity card, Kaiba."

"I'm not asking for pity, godamnit. I am still in love with him for your information."

"And he is, too. So what's the fucking problem?"

Kaiba sighed, watching the blonde dancing all over the place, throwing his arms up in the air, having a fun time. "He's so beautiful like that. Just free and--"

"Uninhibited," Bakura finished wistfully.

"No control put upon him. He was always the greatest to be around. He could make anyone smile."

Bakura snorted. "Even you?"

"Of course. I dated him, didn't I?"

"You guys had something of a marriage, didn't you? I wasn't aloud out of the Ring to watch."

"It was a commitment ceremony. Few countries will recognize the union of two men."

"Okay," Bakura put his hands up. "Let me get this straight. You love him. He loves you. You guys just -look- good together, damnit, so why the hell aren't you two having passionate sex at the mansion of yours?"

"Status quo," he mumbled. "I have to be this in order to be that..."

"You're going to deny yourself that sexy bitch," he motioned to Jounochi "freaking" with a girl, "so you can meet some impossible social standards?"

"Why not?" Kaiba asked cynically.

"What the hell do you care what a bunch of rich snobs think?"

"I -AM- a rich snob, Bakura!" Kaiba burst out. "And I have to get along with -other- rich snobs."

"What about marching to the beat of your own drum?"

"It's called fitting in, Bakura."

"Why the hell would you want to do that?"

"Because the whole rest of the world is doing it!"

Bakura snorted. "Big deal. If everyone was a rapist--"

"But everyone -isn't- Bakura. It's called being normal for a reason."

Bakura stared at Kaiba for a long time without speaking. Uncomfortable, Kaiba asked, "What?"

Bakura looked down at his beer. He glanced back up. "I'm looking to see where the person Jounochi fell in love with is. Because I don't see him."

"What's your point, Bakura?"

"What do you think it is?"

"Do you always answer a question with a question?"

"Of course, it's a philosophy popular in Greece. Or was, I'm not sure if that country even exists anymore. So is another. Stoicism. You seem well-versed in it."

Kaiba sneered at Bakura. "You're just jealous of me, Bakura."

Bakura rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I am. I'm jealous that a guy is head-over-heels in love with you. But I don't envy -him-," he gestured to Jounochi rigidly, "because you're a fucking jerk."

"What do you expect me to do, Bakura?!" Kaiba yelled, though it wasn't that noticeable in the crowded bar. "I have certain way I have to be and Jounochi doesn't fit into that!"

"Then make a gods-damned sacrifice for him, Kaiba!" Bakura yelled back. He gripped at his beer, ready to throw it in Kaiba's face. "What the hell are you even doing here? Trying to pick up some hot little number to take to your next office party? So you, Kaiba Seto, aren't seen as the corporate fag? You even going to sleep with her to seal some kind of deal? Who fucking cares what the rest of the world thinks?! Kaiba, you're a fucking billionaire set for life! So what if your sales go down or people don't want to make a deal with you?"

"It matters. I have to be successful."

"Have to? Have to, Kaiba? Or just choose to? Choose over your own fucking happiness?" He stood up, slamming down his drink. He leaned in really close to Kaiba. "You fucking make me sick." He nearly spit in his face but controlled himself. "I hated you in your past life, too." He tore away from the brunette and made his way to Jounochi, trying to control is anger.

By the time he got over there, Bakura was just happy to see Jou. He wrapped his arms around the front of him, since he was currently partner-less, and danced with him, forgetting about everything, just the energy radiating from them.

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Jounochi fell into the bed with Bakura, giggling as Bakura sucked at his neck. He was super drunk and the dancing had worn him out.

He pushed his cheek against Bakura's, bringing his lips to meet his in a passionate kiss. Jou broke from the kiss, gasping for breath, but Bakura continued to lightly bite at Jou's lower lip. Jounochi's hands were wondering, traveling up Bakura's chest, over his muscles.

Bakura's own hands slide up under Jou's shirt, on his back. He racked his fingernails down gently, not breaking the skin. Releasing Jounochi's lip, Jou arched his back, allowing Bakura to pull the blonde's shirt off.

Jou gasped as Bakura forced him to lie down and began trailing messy kisses over Jou's chest. He began working on undoing Jounochi's pants and Jou pulled Bakura's shirt off.

After they had both succeeded in stripping the other down to their boxers, Bakura leaned in and began kissing at Jounochi's neck.

Sleepily, Jounochi closed his eyes and pulled Bakura into him, moaning softly. He brushed Bakura's long hair to one side and began running his hands over Bakura's spine. Bakura leaned up and drew Jounochi into a kiss. Jounochi broke from it, yawning. "Oh god, Bakura...I'm so tired," he mumbled.

Bakura smiled down at him, even if it was a fang-y smile. He brushed some of Jou's hair off his face and leaned in, planting a kiss on Jou's forehead. "Then go to sleep."

"You should go...to your room," he yawned, sitting up.

Bakura pulled him back down and held him close. "Here's fine, okay? Go to sleep."

Jou mumbled something indistinguishable and fell asleep just like that.

Bakura smiled sadly, petting the blonde head tucking under his chin. "Good night, beautiful."