Chapter 2! Yay! Hope you like.

Oh, and I don't own these peeps. Ok? Oh, and there's yaoi in this chapter. You know, guy on guy, mano a mano, homo fucking glory, OMG TEH GAY! Ok, I think ya get the point.

He walked on the sidewalk, passing by the alleyway next to the ice-cream bar where he had parked Tristan's bike. Joey had hoped to ask Tristan for a ride.

"Whoa…what! You can't be serious?"

"Look Duke, just listen…"

"Listen? What else is there to listen to other then the fact that you jerk off to me?"

"Duke would you shut up for a second!"

"Shut up? How can you expect me to…?" Duke was silenced as Tristan grabbed his chin and pulled him into a bruising kiss. Duke tried to push the lug off but, after a few failed attempts, relaxed into Tristan. The two started some hardcore making out, and didn't look like they were going to stop anytime soon.

Sighing, Joey decided to walk. He continued down the sidewalk, not really going anywhere in particular. The buildings and people around him were just blurs. Nothing around him seemed real. He just needed to get away, go somewhere where no one would find him.

'How could Mai do this to me? I thought what we had meant something to her? Was I really just some goddamn toy to her! Didn't I mean anything at all!' thought Joey angrily. It just didn't make sense. Mai always said he meant so much to her, but yet there she was with some old coot, making out in a bar.

"Damn it Mai! Why? WHY?" yelled Joey as he slammed his fist into the wall of a warehouse. He had somehow made it to the docks. Tears ran down his face.

"WHY? WHY!" Joey continued to yell, slamming his fist into the wall over and over. His knuckles ached, scarlet blood running down them, but Joey didn't care. He kept beating the wall until his legs couldn't hold him. He knelt down, leaning against the wall.

"Why Mai? Why…?"

"Now, where could that bloke have snuck off to?" "Varon asked himself. He had left shortly after Joey, hoping he could find out what was bugging the bloke. He just wasn't the carefree teen that Varon had dueled back when. He started winding down random alleyways, going nowhere in particular.

"If I was a bloke who wanted to get away, where would I go…?" he eventually found himself at the docks. The moon was out and reflected off the water. There wasn't a soul around, except for one; Joey Wheeler.

Joey was sitting, his back against the blood stained wall, his knees pulled up to his chest. His head was rested against his arms, covered in blood from his bleeding knuckles, the teen's shoulders shaking. Varon walked over to him, putting a hand on one of Joey's shoulders. "You know mate, next time you might want to hit something a little softer then a brick wall."

Joey's head jerked up, his face flushed and covered with tears. Varon could see so much hurt in his eyes, he wanted to just grab the boy and hold him tight. But he decided to ignore this instinct. He simply knelt in front of Joey. Joey gaped at him, before asking irritably "what the fuck do you want."

"My, my, what a mouth you got on ya. Sorry to badger you mate, but you seemed to be out of it. Mind me asking what's on your mind." Joey just glowered at Varon, who looked back with an honestly worried look in his eyes, despite the grin on his face. Joey breathed out, shaking his head.

"Just leave me alone. I don't want to talk about it." Joey replied, his voice shaky. Varon just grinned at him.

"Oh, but I think ya do mate. Came now, out with it. I can stay here all night if need be." Joey looked up a Varon. Why did he want to know?

"Why the hell do you care? I'm just some stupid idiot with nowhere to go. Why would anyone care about me…?" asked Joey sadly, his eyes tearing up again. He rubbed at then irritably, smudging blood across his face, making him more irritated. He sat there trying to get rid of the blood and tears, on the verge of sobbing. Varon just chuckled and reached into his pocket, pulling out a scarf of some sort.

"Hold still wills ya." Varon ordered as he held Joeys face with one hand, and wiped the blood and tears away with the other. Joey just stared blankly, his face growing warm. Why was Varon being so nice? While he must have looked like a total imbecile right now, Varon didn't seem to mind. He didn't look angry or irritated. If anything, all Joey saw in Varon's eyes was concern. What was going on? And why the hell was he blushing so much?

Varon chuckled softly at the teen's confusion. Joey was extremely cute when he blushed. Varon had to say that he was quite taken with him. He was just too cute and usually such an overconfident goofball. But he was still loyal and kind… what was there not to like?

When Varon was done with Joey's face, he motioned for the young man to let him see the bloodied knuckles. Varon tore the scarf in half, using one half to wrap Joey's right hand. He tried to wrap carefully so as not to hurt Joey, but that was easier said then done.

"Ouch!" yelped Joey, wincing.

"Oops, sorry mate. Didn't mean to hurt ya." Varon apologized. Joey shook his head.

"It's ok. I know ya didn't mean to." Varon looked at Joey, who just gave him a goofy grin back. Varon smiled.

"Give me your other hand." Joey nodded and moved his hand to Varon's. Joey couldn't help but notice that Varon had nice hands… what was he saying! Joey could feel his face heat up again. Why did he blush so much when Varon was around?

"So you gonna tell me what's buggering you or are we gonna just freeze our asses off out here all night?" asked Varon jokingly. Joey looked down at his hands. Finally, after taking a quick breath, he responded, "I just don't see the point any more."

Varon looked at him. "What do you mean?"

"Well I mean… I don't have to go to high school anymore. So what's left for me? Yug and Yami are getting a dorm and getting their degrees in teaching, Tea's moving in with her cousin in America to become a dancer, Bakura's going with his dad to become a…whatever you call 'em. Even Tristan's staying with Duke to become an engineer. But what do I have? Nothing that's what! I don't have the money and my dad sure doesn't so I can't just stay at some college. I can't stay at home because my dad can't wait to get rid of me. I had nothing! And then next thing I know, Mai shows up and she said I could stay with her…god I thought we had something but she didn't come to graduation and when I went to find her, she was with that geezer… god I'm so pathetic!" Joey was in hysterics now, tears rushing down his face. He brought his hands to his face, trying to hide. Varon just stared. How the hell could all of this happened, but no one notice? What the hell happened to the whole "friends always there for each other" crap? How could no one see all the pain that Joey was going through?

Finally snapping out of his thoughts, he grabbed Joey by the shoulders, yelling "Wheeler! Calm down! You've got to try to keep your wit about you mate!" Joey just looked away, trying desperately to avoid Varon's eyes. He couldn't do it. He couldn't look at Varon. He was so scared… he didn't want Varon to hate him. He didn't want Varon to laugh at him like Mai had. He didn't want that. He didn't…

"Wheeler, for god's sake LOOK AT ME!" Joey stilled. This was it. Varon hated him, he just knew it. Oh god…

Joey felt Varon's warm hands caress his face, trying to coax him. "It's alright Joey, really its ok. Please, look at me." asked Varon softly, his fingers softly wiping away Joey's tears. Had Varon just called him by first name? Slowly, Joey looked up at Varon, his eyes filled with fear and doubt.

"You…you think I'm pathetic don't you. Here I am…crying over my fucked up life…" Varon shook his head, putting a finger to Joey's lips.

"Shh…it's ok. It's not your fault. You shouldn't have to bare this by yourself mate. I can help you, if you'll let me…" Joey looked into Varon's deep blue eyes, searching for any sign of lying, but there was none. Before he could answer though, Varon leaned close, taking Joey's lips into his own. Joey blinked. Varon? Kissing him? But before he could give it another thought, he closed his eyes, leaning into Varon.

Varon's kiss was soft and gentle, not nearly as possessive as Mai's kisses had been. He slowly deepened the kiss, taking Joey's lower lip into his mouth and sucking tenderly. Oh god did it feel good. Joey gasped lightly, his eyes fluttering open momentarily. Joey kissed Varon back, his arms resting on Varon's chest as Varon wrapped his arms around the teen. Varon moved to deepen the kiss further, suggestively caressing Joey's lip with his tongue. The teen complied, opening his mouth to let Varon in.

'Oh god' Joey thought to himself as Varon claimed his mouth. Joey moaned against him, basking in the pleasure. He explored Joey's mouth, tasting everything he could. Joey could feel his heart beating furiously, his whole body growing warmer. But it felt so good. Damn did it feel good. Varon eventually moved to Joey's tongue, wrapping himself around it. The teen took the hint, taking action. Varon immediately backed off, letting Joey take control.

Joey dove into Varon's mouth, tasting him, sensing him. God did he taste good. Soon though, Varon fought to take control again. Joey grinned against his lips as the two fought playfully. Soon though it was too much for him to take and he let Varon take control again.

The two finally separated from one another, both gasping. Joey looked up at Varon wide eyed, while Varon just smiled back. "Well?"

"Well? Well what?" asked Joey, still trying to catch his breath. Varon chuckled.

"Will you let me help ya mate?" Joey grinned weakly. Varon looked at him questioningly.

"You know, you got really pretty eyes too." Varon raised an eyebrow, grinning.

"I think the lack of air has left you a little loony Wheeler." Joey laughed, nodding. "Maybe so. But I guess I could let you help me. You can't possibly screw it up anymore then it already is."

"Alrighty then." said Varon as he unwrapped his arms and sat next to Joey. Varon thought for a minute, trying to decide where to start, leaving Joey to sort through his own thoughts.

'I can't believe it. He kissed me. As in really kissed me! Tongues and all! But…shouldn't I be grossed out? I mean, he's a guy! Course, Yug and Yami are guys and Tristan and Duke are guys…maybe they're onto something here. I have to admit, that was much better then kissing Mai had ever been. But, why did Varon kiss me in the first place? Was he just trying to calm me down, or was it more?' Joey wasn't able to think anymore on the subject though.

"Ok, first Wheeler, why don't ya try for some of those scholarship things."

"Well, I thought about it but I would still have to find some place to stay."

"Can't you stay with that sis of yours?" asked Varon curiously. Joey shook his head.

"Nah. I don't want to cause her any trouble."

"But you're her brother ain't ya? I'm sure she wouldn't mind taking care of ya for a while."

"I know but then our mom would feel bad and try to pay my way through college. But I can't let her do that cause she doesn't make a whole lot and that money needs to go to Serenity's future, not mine." Varon nodded.

"I get it. Well then, why not any of your pals. They're always going on about being there for each other and what not." Joey shook his head.

"I'd only cause trouble. Plus, I'd have to stay with Yug and Yami or Tristan and Duke, and I would prefer not to stay with those love birds if ya catch my drift." Varon chuckled at this.

"True. Hmm…if ya can't stay with any of those blokes, then why don't ya…" Varon was interrupted by what sounded like a motorcycle. The two turned to see none other then Mai, dressed in tight leather from top to bottom, sitting on her badass motorcycle.

"Ma-Mai?" stuttered Joey. What was she doing here?

"Yo Joey. Where've you been? I was looking all over for your ass." replied Mai, looking like her usual confident self. She didn't seem to notice the blood on the wall or the fact that it was obvious that Joey had been crying; or she didn't care. Joey stared at her, flabbergasted.

"Where were ya Mai? You said you'd be at graduation." Mai shrugged.

"Sorry big guy. I tried to get off work but my boss was being a real bitch. Now come on. You said you wanted to stay at my place right? So get on." No way. No. Bloody. Way. After all this, he was going to lose Joey to that bloody bitch? Varon glared at Mai, trying to bore hole into her head. She just shrugged it off.

Joey sat, gapping. This couldn't be right. Mai hated him. She didn't want to listen to him. Why would she still want him to go with her? Maybe he had been wrong…

Joey stood up and walked towards the bike. Varon watched, both angry and upset at the same time. But he didn't stop Joey. Unlike Mai, he wasn't going to force Joey to do something. Joey had a choice. But as Joey kept walking, the more Varon wanted to yell out to him. Finally he couldn't take it.

"Wait!" Joey turned, looking at Varon curiously. Varon shook his head. "Don't…"

"What the hell are you doing here Varon? I thought you were gone for good!" yelled Mai bitterly. Varon just gave her a dirty look, replying "oops, sorry. I thought this here was a free country." Mai gave her hair a flip, and turned to Joey.

"Come on Joey. Let's get out of here." Joey looked at Mai, and then turned to Varon again. Finally, he knew what he needed to do.

"Hey Mai, who was that guy?" Mai looked at Joey oddly. "What guy?" she asked.

"Oh, you know, the old geezer I saw you making out with in the bar!" Joey shot back, anger in his eyes. Mai blinked at him.

"What? He was…I mean…look he was a nobody ok. Let's just get out of here."

"If he was nobody, then why did you tell him that I was just some fucking toy to you and then shove your tongue down his throat!" Joey asked. Mai just stared, trying to think of something to say that would convince Joey otherwise. Finally, she decided there was no way around it.

"Fine, I'll admit it. I skipped your graduation ok? And yes, I made out with my boss. And while you may not like it, you don't have a choice do you. You don't have anywhere else to go. You said so yourself. Now get on this bike." Mai ordered. Joey was stuck now. She had a point. He didn't have any other option…

"Ah, but that's where your wrong Valentine. I already told Wheeler he could stay with me, as long as he doesn't mind sharing a bed." interjected Varon, grinning. Joey gawked at Varon, and then grinned himself.

"Nah, I don't mind sharing a bed with you Varon." Joey responded suggestively, agitating Mai to no end. Varon tossed Joey an extra helmet, which Joey strapped on and jumped onto the back of Varon's Motorcycle, giving Varon's middle a quick squeeze to piss Mai again. She looked away angrily, revving her engine.

"Whatever fag. Have it your way. The geezer's a better kisser anyway." And with that, she drove off. Joey watched, his feeling of loss seeming to go with her. He felt light and at ease.

"So Wheeler, you really don't mind staying at my place?" asked Varon curiously. Joey shook his head. "Nope. Not at all." Varon just grinned at the teen and revved the engine, driving off to Joey's new place in the world.

whelp, hope you are liking it so far. My make out scene didn't suck too much did it? Hope not. Any who, I should get the rest done soon. I'm new to writing fics so please make me feel better and make nice reviews.