(Ykarzel's Constant Chatter: Hikari Ykarzel: Um, right! If anybody can guess what CDs I'm listening to *giggle* I'll give you something! I don't own any of the lyrics I randomly spurt. And the next in the shades series is FINALLY on it's way. This story is probably going to carry into the school year. It really will keep me sane, as weird as that sounds… Lol, this is only day one! Four more to go! Can I be funny that long….? *wink* the last chappie is gonna KICK)
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If you owned a fast food restaurant, and a very expensive looking limo pulled into your drive through, bypassed the fuzzy electronic speaker and stopped right next to the window, you wouldn't object.
And so neither did the owners of Burger Queen (more commonly known as Burger Queer) as the passenger window rolled down on the long black stretch limo and the face of Seto Kaiba appeared.
"Can I help you?" asked the acne covered face of the teenager working behind the window.
"I need eight-" Seto cut off suddenly, his eyes going wide. The teenager waited a moment.
"Eight what Sir?"
"I need eight- uhh, knock it off Pup."
The poor teenager's eyes went wide as a second face appeared at the window, a face that seemed set on devouring every inch of Seto's neck. "But you taste so good," Joey murmured, abandoning Seto's neck in favor of his ear. The teenager, who was not a homophobe, but he was straight thank you very much, saw one of Joey's hands slide up Seto's chest and then back down. If that hand was doing what he thought it was, he could understand why Seto was having such a hard time deciding what he wanted eight of.
Joey's arm suddenly reached up and looped around Seto's neck, and with a yank, Seto disappeared from the window, though quite a few interesting noises did take his place.
"Uh…" The poor teenager didn't know what to do.
After a moment, a third head appeared, and the teenager, who's name was probably Bill or Bob or something, didn't know whether to be more surprised that Seto Kaiba had a boyfriend he was making out with in the back of the limo, or that at least one other boy was in the limo while he did it.
"Eight burgers, eight fries, and eight cokes, please,"
Tristan said calmly. But still, yet
another head appeared, this one with long black hair and bright green
eyes. Bill or Frank or what ever his
name was, actually thought it was a girl until Devlin spoke.
"Make that seven burgers and one salad please. And Joey, while you're doing that, see if you can manage to get his wallet out of his pocket."
"It'll only take a minute!" Bob said quickly, rushing away from the window. A straight guy can only take so much…
"Don't like burgers?" Tristan asked, trying desperately to ignore the two behind him.
"I'm a vegetarian." Devlin on the other hand, wasn't trying to ignore them, in fact he was making quite a point to stare at them openly. "Aren't they hot, Tris? If they kiss that hard it's no wonder Joey's sitting out of gym." He grinned at Tristan. "I'd love to watch them sometime."
"Devlin!" Tristan scolded, affronted, his eyes wide and his face red.
Devlin merely shrugged. "You can't tell me you haven't thought about it before. They're hot together, it affects you too." He smirked suddenly, and Tristan knew that whatever it was that had just occurred to him was not going to be good.
Devlin leaned closer to Tristan pushing his body against the taller teen's. "We have a lot in common with them, you know," he said with a grin. He reached up and ran a hand through Tristan's hair, his voice dropping another octave while the brunette squirmed. "Tall, dark, dominate, brunette, with a passive aggressive partner."
Tristan swallowed hard. "P- passive aggressive?" he questioned, clearly not understanding.
Devlin smirked, using his hand in Tristan's hair to turn his head, making him look right at the other pair. Joey was sprawled out across the seat, his arms and legs wrapped around Seto and holding the older man securely on top of him.
Devlin's lips found Tristan's ear, and he dropped to a husky whisper. "See how Joey wants Seto to dominate him completely?" His lips brushed against Tristan's face, his hot breath traveling down the brunette's neck. "But Joey is the aggressive one, while Seto is more reserved." His hand came up to rest on Tristan's very firm chest. "So Joey," his hand began to slowly move downward. "Has to make Seto want him."
Tristan knew what Devlin was going to do, was doing, and yet, he couldn't take his eyes off of Joey and Seto, who were completely oblivious to them. Devlin's hand was making tiny circles around his navel. "He has to make Seto so," he paused, "hot" he practically moaned the word, his hand dropping to Tristan's waist. "That Seto just," his hand reached Tristan's pelvis bone, "can't" slid to his thigh, "resist."
Tristan's eyes fell shut, knowing what was coming and unable to do anything about it, and felt Devlin's hand finally reach his-
"Ah, excuse me?"
Both of them started and jerked around, only to see Ted back at the window, with a large paper bag and a face so red that his acne hardly showed. (Y.C.C: Hikari Ykarzel: I think his name was actually Sue. Ah, Johnny Cash, genius that man was…)
Devlin gave a frustrated growl, disappearing from the window and returning to his seat, leaving Tristan to find Seto's wallet which Joey had dropped to the floor of the car, and pay the poor traumatized pizza faced teenager, who would probably be questioning his sexuality over the next week.
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It took a lot of work, but Tristan managed to survive the rest of the ride to the arcade. Devlin wouldn't stop giving him knowing looks, and Joey and Seto wouldn't stop making out.
When they did reach the arcade, however, it was an even harder task to pry Seto off of Joey, and it was of course Tristan that got stuck doing it.
The eight of them sat down outside the arcade under a tree and passed the food around. They knew from experience not to eat in the building.
(Y.C.C.: Hikari Ykarzel: On top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese! I lost my poor meatball, when somebody sneezed! It rolled off the table, and onto the floor! And then my poor meatball, rolled out of the door! It rolled in the garden, and under a bush! And then my poor meatball, was nothing but mush! Oh the mush was as tasty, as tasty could be! And early next summer, it grew into a tree! Well the tree was all covered, with beautiful moss! It grew lovely meatballs, and tomato sauce! So if you eat spaghetti, all covered with cheese! Hold onto your meatballs, and don't ever sneeze! ……. um….. sorry about that…)
Tristan sat by Yugi, which was as far from Devlin as he could get. The green eyed boy looked over at him, offended, then sulked. Tristan suddenly felt very guilty. But was he supposed to do now? Get up and walk over there and sit with him? So he could be molested while he tried to eat?
"Why are you resistin' him?"
Tristan looked over at Joey, who was actually not all over Seto at the moment. "What do you mean, why?"
Joey looked over at the teen in question and examined him for a moment. "He's very sexy, kinda feminine fer mah taste, but you kinda dig dat. What's da problem? He'd be good fer you."
"Well, nothing, I just, I don't, ah you've got no room to talk Joey. A week ago you were still longing after billionaire boy."
"Yeah," Joey said, stuffing several fries in his mouth at once and still managing to talk around them. He really did have a big mouth. "But I didn' think Set was interested. Devlin obviously is. So, what's da deal?"
Tristan sighed. "I don't know, he's just so, so…"
"Forward?" Joey supplied.
"Yeah," Tristan answered lamely.
"I know yer firs' instinct is ta run away from dat Tris, but give da guy a chance." Joey patted Tristan on the back, before devoting his attention back to his boyfriend.
Everybody who worked at the arcade knew the boys, and it was true that they didn't always follow the rules. However, one was Seto Kaiba, the well know billionaire, one was Joey Wheeler, probably their biggest customer, one was Yugi Mouto, who was the game champion of the country, and one was a homicidal spirit, who tended to make the place go dark purple and black whenever he got pissed. So, in conclusion, if anybody cared, nobody said anything.
So it was natural that it became a very common hang out for them. Sometimes Yami and Bakura would duel, using cards or a different game, but on most days, this one included, Yami and Yugi would work together to beat every game in the place, and Bakura would trap Ryou on top of the air hockey table and play a game of tonsil hockey. Seto would often bring his work with him, managing to kill two birds with one stone; get work done and do that "friend" thing. Joey, well he was just Joey, which meant something very new every day.
(Y.C.C.: Hikari Ykarzel: Who put the bop in the bop bobop bobop? Who put the ram in the rama lama ding dong? Who put the bop in the bop shoobop shoobop? Who put the dip in the dip didip didip? Who was that man? I'd like to shake his hand! He made my baby fall in love with me! …… erm….)
And so by the time Yugi and Yami had beaten Pac Man yet again, and Bakura knew if he didn't stop things would get out of hand, and Tristan finally emerged from his hiding spot in the bathroom, they were ready to go.
"Come on, I gotta go check in at da house. I haven' been home fer five days now."
"Your father isn't going to be upset, is he?" Seto asked as they climbed back into their respective vehicles.
"Oh, nah, he's not gonna care. He knows I can take care'a myself."
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(Y.C.C.: Shadowedhalo: piffle ^.^ merg. kiki need wakey wake. she be DEAD. *sticks tongue out* nyah. dead kiki-poof
Hikari Ykarzel: I am not *bites tongue*
Shadowedhalo: Lazy butt! Write!!!! Meepie. Kiki write.
Hikari Ykarzel: How am I supposed to write when you're here? You're such a cute distraction. *pounces Halo*)
The limo slowed to a stop in front of a small suburban house, Yami's car pulling to a stop right behind it.
"I'll be right back," Joey said, kissing Seto on the cheek once before climbing out of the car. Tristan, who'd been to Joey's place very often, followed him.
As he walked up the sidewalk towards his porch, he noticed a woman that he didn't recognize standing in front of his door. Tristan and he paused for a moment to study her, and she stared back at them, her glare not shifting. Joey reached the step and paused again.
"Can I help you?" he asked, confused.
"Where the hell have you been?" she screeched. Joey quickly tried to remember if he had had some sort of appointment or meeting over the past few days and, remembering nothing, was only more confused.
"Who are you?"
"Do you have any idea how worried your father and I have been?"
Joey blinked. His father was never worried. Well, maybe if he didn't come home for a few weeks he'd get curious, but never worried. But while he was trying in vain to fill in the part of this he was obviously missing, the woman started talking again.
"No note for your father, no idea when you're getting back, who you're with, where you are. No idea if you're going to school or not, no phone call."
Joey realized by this point that he was being lectured, by somebody he didn't know, and well, he hated being yelled at. "Who are you?" he cut in.
"I'm Jenny, Joseph," she answered exasperatedly, as if he should have already know that.
And suddenly it made sense. "Oh, I bet yer dad's new chick, arntcha? 'Scuse me." He and Tristan slid past her to get in the front door. Joey was already half way up the stairs before she made it inside.
"Joseph you get back here right now!" But he kept going up the stairs. Tristan was still at the bottom of the stairs, and she turned her glare to him. He threw his hands up in a defensive gesture.
"I don't have anything to do with this."
"Hey Tris?" Joey shouted from upstairs. "Could ya go get Set and send him in? I need to ask him sumdin."
"Sure thing!" Tristan yelled back, glad to get away from Jenny's intimidating presence.
Just as Seto was opening the door, Joey was coming down the stairs, a bag in hand.
Jenny noticed the bag right away. "What do you think you're doing?" Jenny screeched, her hands flying up. "You're not going anywhere! You're grounded, Mister!"
Complete silence followed this statement, as both Joey and Seto stared at her. Seto slowly arched an eyebrow, turning to look at Joey, who was still at the foot of the stairs. "Is something wrong, Pup?"
Blinking, Joey looked away from her to Seto and grinned. "Nah, I jus' wanted ta know if I should be packin' fer more den one night."
"I'm sorry Pup, but I'm going to have to work tomorrow."
"S'allright. I don' need ta move in or anythin'."
Jenny looked about ready to explode, but Joey turned to face her. "Look, Jamie or Janey or whoeva ya are, I don' know you. Dad has neva said yer name ta me. So if he tried to pull da 'I'm a single fatha raisin' a teenage son' card, don' expect ta show up and be da maternal figure I've neva had. I think I turned out feminine enough, I'm gay. I'm gonna have less ta do with you den I do wit dad. As ta where I was, I went on vacation wit some friends. If dad didn' know, he forgot. And now I'm goin' back to mah boyfriend's house, an' no, ya can't stop me. What are ya gonna do? Hold me back?"
Jenny's mouth was hanging open in an unattractive way. She had obviously been expecting to come here and find a troubled young man that would straighten right out with a little tough love.
Joey crossed the hall and took Seto's hand in his. "And when you see Dad, tell him I'm at Seto Kaiba's place and I'll be home sometime tomorrow." He pulled the door shut behind him with a grin.
"You bitched her out," Seto observed.
"Yeah, well, she deserved it," Joey said with a scowl. "I hate da ones wit attitude."
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(Y.C.C. Hikari Ykarzel: I would just like everybody to pause and have a moment of silence. Johnny Cash passed away just last week. And he will be missed.)
When the group arrived at Seto's place, Yami and Yugi had to nearly drag Bakura off of Ryou, and Seto was really starting to wonder if offering had been a mistake.
"Keep it down. Mokuba might be asleep."
"Oh right, a thirteen year old in bed before ten. That would happen," Bakura spat sarcastically.
Once inside, Jou went straight to Seto's room to drop off his stuff, leaving Seto to lead the rest of the crew into one of the sitting rooms. One of the sitting rooms with the fewest breakable things.
Tristan, feeling bad about the arcade, sat down beside Devlin on the couch. Well, on the same couch as Devlin, but on the other side of it. The other boy didn't look at him, and Tristan sighed. He moved a bit closer, but Devlin still didn't acknowledge his presence.
Joey returned, and rather then take his own seat, he just crawled right up on Seto. "I saw da kid on da way. Gave him orders ta avoid da ground floor at all costs. He thinks yer fuckin' me senseless, so I doubt he'll drop by.
"What are we here to do?"
"What are we ever somewhere to do, Yami?" Tristan answered. "Hang out."
"Wer pretty lame, guys," Joey announced, his arm wrapped around the back of Seto's head and stroking his hair.
"We're not lame, we're teenage boys. We're attempting to maintain friendships when all any of us can do is think about is sex." Seven pairs of eyes stared at Yugi. "What?" he asked.
"Did you just say the 's' word?" Yami asked.
"No, I didn't say shi-, oh, that 's' word. Sex?" He gave Yami a look. "Why wouldn't I be able to say sex if I can have sex?"
"'Cause yer Yugi," Joey reasoned.
"Next thing we know Ryou will be pole dancing." Tristan jumped and turned at Devlin's voice so close. When had he moved? Devlin turned too and Tristan found himself caught by intense green eyes. He was dimly aware of their friends talking, but his focus was on how Devlin was focused on him.
He hardly noticed that Devlin was getting closer, he was so captured in his pools of emerald. When he did realize it, he started to lean back. This only caused Devlin's eyes to narrow and a determined smirk cross his lips. Tristan felt his back hit the arm of the couch and could go no farther. He watched, mesmerized, as Devlin's pink tongue emerged to wet his lips and the teenager shifted on the couch so he was practically laying over Tristan.
"What are you guys doing?" came Seto's voice, and Devlin swore violently when Tristan looked over and the spell was broken.
"I was trying to seduce Tristan."
Seto grinned. "Sorry."
"No you're not, bastard," Devlin muttered, as Tristan pulled himself off the couch.
"I um, gotta get home 'cause, um, yeah." With that, he bolted from the room, leaving Devlin on the couch arms crossed and sulking.
"Go afta him if you wanna," Joey advised.
Devlin uncrossed his arms and straightened up a little. "I don't really have too," he admitted.
"Why's that?"
Devlin smirked. "Because I've got him now."
(Y.C.C.: Hikari Ykarzel: Gotta stop here for NC17 reasons… Go to Adultfanfiction.net for the full version.)