(A/N: Well, I can't believe I'm finally going to post this considering I've had the idea in my head for...well...forever and neglected to write it down.

But anyway, this is the sequel fic to "Acting on Impulse," so if you haven't read it yet, I would highly recommend it. This fic could very well stand alone by itself, but it never hurts to get a little background information, right? And it also won't hurt to leave a review –hint hint- -poke poke- -nudge nudge- Ugh...I have no shame...

And to those who have read "Acting on Impulse" already, this fic is pretty different, but not in a bad way. So...read on!)

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters.

Warnings: Well, if you don't like shounen-ai, then get outta here! And if you like it, you'll have to wait a few chapters... Also there is swearing. Let's just say that the f-bomb is dropped enough times that I bumped the rating up to "R"

Blech...I talk too much...

Chapter 1

Jounouchi shifted slowly in his sleep, drawing himself closer to the comfortable warmth that he felt all around his body. But when he moved a little closer, his arms wrapped around something solid. Confused, the blonde slowly opened his eyes to see what exactly he was gripping on to.

Jounouchi smiled when his eyes focused and he recognized the white collared shirt that he had been resting his head on. He looked up then to confirm these thoughts, and sure enough, Honda was there, still fast asleep.

The blonde's smile grew a little wider. So it wasn't a dream then. When he looked back on the events of yesterday, it seemed like it almost could have been. After all, Jounouchi had dreamt about those sorts of things happening before, but never would have imagined that one day it would actually come true. But for some reason that he still could not fully figure out, it had. He didn't question this, though. As long as things could stay just the way they were right now, it didn't matter.

A few thin strips of the early morning sunlight spilled into the apartment from the cracked and broken blinds, creating bright golden lines on the dull wooden floorboards of the living room. Jounouchi ignored them and pulled himself closer to Honda's warm body. He didn't care if it was morning. He wished for nothing more than to just stay right where he was. He felt safe, wanted, and best of all, warm. Jounouchi breathed in deeply, taking in the familiar scent of Honda's cologne that hadn't fully faded from his shirt, which now showed a noticeable amount of wrinkles from where the blonde had been laying his head all night. He wasn't going to move an inch until he absolutely had to.

Suddenly, Jounouchi felt something grip on to the back of his shirt collar. He let out a short yelp as he was yanked backwards, and his hands reached forward as he felt Honda's warmth receding from him. A few choked coughs escaped his throat once the collar had been released, and Jounouchi slowly opened his eyes to meet the furious stare that never failed to strike a feeling of pure terror into him.

"T-tousan!" Jounouchi gasped, taking a step back from his father without even thinking that he was backing himself up against the wall.

The cold, dark eyes of the elder Jounouchi narrowed into two enraged slits beneath the wisps of dry, tawny hair that had grown too long and hung limply in front of his face. He let out a low growl, and Jounouchi flinched when he smelled the sour stench of alcohol on his father's breath. It was when his father was drunk that he was at his worst.

"What the fuck is goin' on here, boy!?" his father demanded angrily. He brought his fist down onto the coffee table and Jounouchi let out a soft whimper as the entire apartment seemed to shake beneath the force. When his father took a step towards him he felt the fear fully set in and his legs gave out beneath him. He fell to his knees, feeling his heart tighten in his chest as he watched the dark figure looming above him.

"Answer me when I'm talkin' to you!!" he roared, reaching down to wrap a calloused hand around Jounouchi's shirt collar to once again violently yank him to his feet. "I didn't raise you to be a little faggot, did I!?"

"T-tousan...please..." Jounouchi pleaded, barely finding his voice amidst his ragged, uneven breathing as he stared with terror-stricken eyes into the infuriated face of the one person that he was truly afraid of. "I...I'm not..." He attempted to create some sort of explanation, but he had barely said two words when his voice caught in his throat, preventing him from uttering another sound.

His father continued to curse and shout, but Jounouchi couldn't seem to understand it anymore. He shut his eyes, preparing for his father's rage to be released at full force on him in a matter of seconds. But instead, the grip on his collar was released and he fell back to the floor.

"Shut up!" he heard Honda yell.

Jounouchi slowly opened up his eyes to see Honda standing protectively in front of him with his hands clenched tightly into fists. He had almost forgotten that Honda was even there. But every time his father went into a rage, he found it hard to focus on anything else.

"Just shut up!" Honda repeated, a little louder this time.

"I don't know who the hell you are," the elder Jounouchi rasped. "But I didn't raise my son to be a fuckin' little pansy. So get the hell out of my way or I'm gonna have to deal with you too!"

Jounouchi's eyes widened. He couldn't let his father hit Honda too! This was all his fault! He knew that his father could have woken up before the two of them, but he had allowed it to happen anyway. If Honda got hurt it would be all his fault!

"Tousan, wait!" Jounouchi said, finally finding enough strength to stand as he stepped in front of Honda. "It's not...what it looks like."

"Then what the hell is it, boy?!" he asked harshly. This tone definitely wasn't new. In fact, it was pretty much the only tone that Jounouchi had ever heard his father use. "'Cause it looks like you and your little boyfriend were screwin' on my couch!"

"No, tousan, we didn't," Jounouchi said quietly, his voice still slightly shaking. This wasn't a lie, either. All they had done was fallen asleep.

"Then why the hell were you sleepin' there like that?!" his father demanded.

Jounouchi thought quickly. "We...we got drunk last night," he answered finally, praying that he could fabricate some sort of story that his father would believe.

"You took my beer!?" his father fumed as he seized the front of his son's shirt and pulled him forward so that their faces were inches away. Jounouchi struggled to breathe while his fear and the strong smell of alcohol clogged his throat and threatened to choke him. His father seemed even more angry at the idea of Jounouchi stealing his booze as opposed to the notion that his son was gay.

"No, tousan! We bought it!" Jounouchi managed to say with his last few drops of oxygen. Amazingly, the elder Jounouchi backed off and released his son. And now that the overbearing presence of his father was at least a foot or two away, Jounouchi greedily took in a gulp of air, letting it fill his lungs and relieve the pressure that had been building in his head since his previous breath.

The eyes of the elder Jounouchi narrowed again. "Well you still didn't tell me what you were doin' on that couch," he said with a scowl, his voice indicating that he was only mildly irritated now. His anger seemed to be dying down, though Jounouchi knew better than to assume that the storm had fully passed.

"I guess we just passed out," Jounouchi lied, his honey-colored eyes avoiding the scrutinizing stare of his father as he spoke his words. "We didn't do anything, I swear. We just passed out. I...I'm not..."

His father cocked his head to the side and pointed to Honda. "So this isn't your little fuck buddy, then?" he asked in an almost mocking tone.

Jounouchi shook his head fiercely. His father's temper seemed to be dropping. If he could keep this up, maybe he and Honda could actually get out of this in one piece.

"No. Honda is just my friend. That's it, tousan, I swear. We both got drunk and fell asleep on the couch last night," Jounouchi said, secretly pleading that his father would believe him. "I...I'm not gay, tousan. I wouldn't disappoint you like that."

The room suddenly fell unnaturally silent. Jounouchi waited for something, anything, but all he heard was the panicked breathing that came in short gasps from his tired lungs and the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. Why didn't anyone say anything? Did his father believe him or not? He had to make sure that his father's anger wouldn't escalate back to where it had been only seconds ago, so he decided to take the lie a little further.

"It was just a stupid accident that we ended up on the couch like that," he continued. "But it wasn't what you thought. Honda and I are just friends. I even have a girlfriend. I can't be gay if I have a girlfriend, right? And...and she's much better looking than Honda over here." He pointed a shaking finger at the brunette and let out a soft, nervous chuckle to compliment his last statement.

A few more seconds of silence followed before the elder Jounouchi snorted and muttered something unintelligible under his breath. Jounouchi listened, trying to see if he could catch anything while hanging on to his last shred of hope that his father had bought the story.

"…stupid little…think that…scared the crap outta…" was all Jounouchi was able to understand, which was followed by a clear, "I need another drink."

With that said, his father turned and slowly made his way to the kitchen where there was always a countless supply of beer, whisky, and all kinds of other forms of alcohol waiting for him for whenever he wanted to temporarily forget about all his problems.

As soon as Jounouchi saw his father fully disappear into the kitchen, he didn't quite know what to do next. Honestly, he could hardly believe he had actually pulled that off. The feeling he had right now could very well be described as relieved, but Jounouchi would have considered that to be a huge understatement. There were no real words to describe how thankful he was.

Almost instantly, his anxiety subsided and his breathing and heart rate began to once again return to a normal pace. A victorious grin spread across Jounouchi's face and he turned around to share his triumph with Honda.

"Man, that was a close-" Jounouchi started, but he halted his sentence when he noticed that Honda was no longer standing behind him. He looked around the room, and was just able to see Honda's back as the brunette walked out of the apartment, slamming the door shut as he left.

(A/N: That's it for now. Don't forget to review!

And for anyone who cares, I've also posted four other YGO fics today if you wanna check them out!)