A few hours later, Yugi felt himself propelled out of the pub doors. The
cold night air hit him hard and he giggled as he stumbled over onto the
oscillating grey pavement.
"Hey, you gonna be alrite getting home?" Honda enquired, having just been sick in the nearest bin.
Unable to stop laughing, Yugi nodded and gave Honda a brief hug before saying goodbye to Jou and Anzu, who were taking a cab home.
"You walking my way Ryou?" he asked Bakura who was leaning against the pub wall, almost as green as the seven shots of absinthe he'd downed.
"Yeah. Sure. Why not."
Walking the few blocks to Yugi's place, they shared a flash of the closeness they had once had as high school best friends, talking and laughing about everyone, all the old times and how much everything had changed.
"I kind of miss the way it was, you know." Yugi said as they approached his front door. "The five of us, always together."
Ryou stopped walking, suddenly serious, and looked Yugi meaningfully straight in the eye.
"It doesn't have to change you know, we can get all that back."
In the silence, he saw Yugi considering this, lusting after his old life, and saw his chance.
"Don't marry her Yu. You can't…you can't just leave me. You mean too much of me, I won't let her take you away, don't do it."
Anxious to change the subject, Yugi smiled and ignored this comment.
"Hey, it's freezing out here" he said reaching in his pockets for his keys, and finding it empty. Despite his thickheaded, a faint sensation of panic took over him.
"My keys! Ryou, you seen my keys? I don't have them, I must have dropped them back at the pub, I'm going to have to go back and look…"
"the pub'll be closed now. Why don't you just come back to mine, we'll find the keys in the morning."
All this hassle was making Yugis head spin. He stumbled over to Bakura, putting his arm on his shoulder for support as the world revolved around him.
"Yugi?" Ryou said dubiously.
In repsponse, Yugi turned his head and was neatly sick down Bakura's shirt.
By the time they reached Bakura's house, they were both feeling a little more sober, the fresh air replenishing their drugged senses. Stepping inside, Yugi took of his shoes and lay down on the couch groaning as Bakura disappeared upstairs to get some blankets for his friend.
As Ryou entered the living room, he stopped at the sight of Yugi lightly dozing on the sofa, his head rested upon his arms, his eyes moving slightly as he dreamed. Reluctant to destroy this image, he slowly sat down beside him. Yugi woke up immediately, and sat up yawning and apologetic.
"Sorry bout that. That coke I had earlier must have been off huh?" he joked grinning weakly. "Are these for me?" he pointed at the blankets in Bakura's arms. "Thanks."
Ryou didn't say anything, all the bad thoughts had retruned, all the feelings for Yugi flooded back into his mind and he couldn't speak in fear of crying.
Taking the blankets, Yugi noticed the stains of sick encrusted onto Ryous shirt. Still playfully drunk, he moved his hands towards him. " Let me get that for you" he said, lifting up the shirt exposing Ryou's bony, withered body from months of malnutrition and lack of physical use. He pulled the shirt over his head, leaving his long hair ruffled and threw it on the floor.
Bakura, obediently lifting his arms into the air, was frozen to the spot. A feeling somewhere between love and sexual excitement had shocked him, and he found it hard to breathe as he sat inches away from Yugi, the man he had spent the last few months pining for. He lifted his own hand, slowly and carefully, to Yugi's top shirt button and undid it, keeping eye contact as if asking for approval.
Yugi was shocked, but oppressing his surprise, he watched as Ryou's tiny white fingers swiftly and elegantly moved down his chest and stomach, undo his buttons and removing his shirt, running his hands across his chest and shoulders as he did.
Impulsively, Yugi was confused. He knew he shouldn't let Ryou be doing this, it was wrong. Whether it was the drink, or some hidden feelings, he didn't know. He didn't even stop to think about it as he gently pulled Ryous head towards his own until their noses were touching.
Noticing Yugi's shallow breath and quivering hands, feeling the body warmth coming from the smooth skin against his own chest, Bakura closed his eyes, and whispered to his friend.
"..Kiss me.."
"Hey, you gonna be alrite getting home?" Honda enquired, having just been sick in the nearest bin.
Unable to stop laughing, Yugi nodded and gave Honda a brief hug before saying goodbye to Jou and Anzu, who were taking a cab home.
"You walking my way Ryou?" he asked Bakura who was leaning against the pub wall, almost as green as the seven shots of absinthe he'd downed.
"Yeah. Sure. Why not."
Walking the few blocks to Yugi's place, they shared a flash of the closeness they had once had as high school best friends, talking and laughing about everyone, all the old times and how much everything had changed.
"I kind of miss the way it was, you know." Yugi said as they approached his front door. "The five of us, always together."
Ryou stopped walking, suddenly serious, and looked Yugi meaningfully straight in the eye.
"It doesn't have to change you know, we can get all that back."
In the silence, he saw Yugi considering this, lusting after his old life, and saw his chance.
"Don't marry her Yu. You can't…you can't just leave me. You mean too much of me, I won't let her take you away, don't do it."
Anxious to change the subject, Yugi smiled and ignored this comment.
"Hey, it's freezing out here" he said reaching in his pockets for his keys, and finding it empty. Despite his thickheaded, a faint sensation of panic took over him.
"My keys! Ryou, you seen my keys? I don't have them, I must have dropped them back at the pub, I'm going to have to go back and look…"
"the pub'll be closed now. Why don't you just come back to mine, we'll find the keys in the morning."
All this hassle was making Yugis head spin. He stumbled over to Bakura, putting his arm on his shoulder for support as the world revolved around him.
"Yugi?" Ryou said dubiously.
In repsponse, Yugi turned his head and was neatly sick down Bakura's shirt.
By the time they reached Bakura's house, they were both feeling a little more sober, the fresh air replenishing their drugged senses. Stepping inside, Yugi took of his shoes and lay down on the couch groaning as Bakura disappeared upstairs to get some blankets for his friend.
As Ryou entered the living room, he stopped at the sight of Yugi lightly dozing on the sofa, his head rested upon his arms, his eyes moving slightly as he dreamed. Reluctant to destroy this image, he slowly sat down beside him. Yugi woke up immediately, and sat up yawning and apologetic.
"Sorry bout that. That coke I had earlier must have been off huh?" he joked grinning weakly. "Are these for me?" he pointed at the blankets in Bakura's arms. "Thanks."
Ryou didn't say anything, all the bad thoughts had retruned, all the feelings for Yugi flooded back into his mind and he couldn't speak in fear of crying.
Taking the blankets, Yugi noticed the stains of sick encrusted onto Ryous shirt. Still playfully drunk, he moved his hands towards him. " Let me get that for you" he said, lifting up the shirt exposing Ryou's bony, withered body from months of malnutrition and lack of physical use. He pulled the shirt over his head, leaving his long hair ruffled and threw it on the floor.
Bakura, obediently lifting his arms into the air, was frozen to the spot. A feeling somewhere between love and sexual excitement had shocked him, and he found it hard to breathe as he sat inches away from Yugi, the man he had spent the last few months pining for. He lifted his own hand, slowly and carefully, to Yugi's top shirt button and undid it, keeping eye contact as if asking for approval.
Yugi was shocked, but oppressing his surprise, he watched as Ryou's tiny white fingers swiftly and elegantly moved down his chest and stomach, undo his buttons and removing his shirt, running his hands across his chest and shoulders as he did.
Impulsively, Yugi was confused. He knew he shouldn't let Ryou be doing this, it was wrong. Whether it was the drink, or some hidden feelings, he didn't know. He didn't even stop to think about it as he gently pulled Ryous head towards his own until their noses were touching.
Noticing Yugi's shallow breath and quivering hands, feeling the body warmth coming from the smooth skin against his own chest, Bakura closed his eyes, and whispered to his friend.
"..Kiss me.."
