Disclaimer: Nyaaah, not my characters, I just play with 'em, heh. And the songs aren't mine either, nope. But I do listen to 'em, and I do like 'em. 'Eye2Eye', was sang by Tevin Campbell. 'Not Like the Other Girls', was by The Rasmus. And 'What's New Pussycat', was sung by Tom Jones. Heh, yep.
Warnings: ... Shounen-ai, that's it... uhhhh, mild cursing due to Kaiba, as always. Use of alcohol too. My bad, but ah well. Don't drink and drive. Yeah. Slump Slump Slump Slump! Damn thee! Make me get bored, nyeh! (chases Yasuo with an axe) Dieeeeeeee!
Yasuo: bwahahahahahahaha! Loser! (runs)
"Karaoke?" Kaiba and Ryou said, slowly.
Tristan sweatdropped, and glanced down at Weevil. "This is a bar, Weevil..." he told him, with a small scowl. "As in they serve alcohol here..."
"Yes..." Weevil nodded, "I know."
Kaiba, Tristan, and Ryou stared at the little guy in disbelief. He couldn't be serious. The four of them? In a Karaoke bar? Bad off-key singers, booze, and possible chance of getting busted, then arrested? Not exactly the kind of night any of them were expecting.
But then again, before, during, and after the stroll towards their current destination, it couldn't really be surprising that they might have to embarrass themselves in a Karaoke Bar... since that seemed to be the main event for the evening.
Ah, to those that might be curious: things had not gone well, or wasn't going well, for the four of them. Ryou's constantly irritating Kaiba thus vague guilt, Tristan's attempts to ignore Weevil, Kaiba's trying not to react violently to both Ryou and Weevil, and Weevil's trying to appear a manly man in order to prove himself worthy of being with sweet Lovebug.
Ryou was getting a little more nervous as time went on, but he continued with his hugging of Tristan, holding him, playfully kissing his cheek, whatever it took. Kaiba's glares were getting harder, and colder, but Ryou continued to push. If only Kaiba weren't so bloody stubborn, he wouldn't have to endure his current jealousy... my my my, Ryou really could be a devious one, without really trying...
Tristan didn't mind Ryou's affectionate gestures, in all honesty. In fact, he rather liked it, they always hugged each other, held each other, leaned on each other... hm, it was no wonder there were a few rumors about them going around. Not that Tristan felt any of it was justified, Ryou was just really... well, cute and cuddly, if you will. For him, the night wasn't so bad. Except for Weevil buzzing around like an annoying bug, still trying to convince Tristan to apologize...
And during that time, Kaiba was really trying not to smack around Weevil, or lunge at Ryou. He was still trying to appear Cool and Collected. The epitome of Calm. Until he saw Tristan, wearing a pair of black jeans, a white t-shirt, a rather formfitting ensemble, and his red and black biker jacket. When Ryou playfully scolded him about 'not dressing nice', Tristan had explained his 'nice' clothes were being loaned to his sister's boyfriend. At Ryou's suggestion of Tristan going back to try and find something else, Kaiba had blurted that Tristan didn't need to, that he looked more than fine(with the emphasis). To his embarrassment.
... Weevil was trying desperately to hang onto Kaiba, but his Lovebug was not making the task a simple one. The Bugboy found himself wishing that once, just once, things would be easy for him. Hell, it was hard enough trying to get Rex to leave so he could get ready for his date. Damn neanderthal had dropped himself on Weevil's bed, arms folded, refusing to leave. They had spent the duration of Weevil's getting-ready time bickering about Kaiba. Finally in a burst of annoyance and impatience,Weevil called Rex a 'perverted neanderthal', before stripping down to his boxers, and running to his closet, pulling out the neatest clothes, got dressed, and fled from the room.
... He failed to notice Rex's red-faced expression.
"... I'm pretty sure you're not 21, Weevil," Tristan was saying sarcastically, as he folded his arms.
Weevil smiled wickedly. "What's the matter, Taylor? Scared?" he taunted.
At that, Kaiba and Ryou sweatdropped, and they took a step back. Tristan, nice guy, yes, but he really wasn't one to taunt, especially by someone so... small; even Kaiba knew that, though he wasn't all that close to Yugi's circle.
Tristan had blinked, then he frowned, "scared of what?" he snapped.
"Scared of being shown up by a real man in front of Lovebug!" Weevil said, smugly folding his arms.
"You? A real man?" Tristan laughed, in disbelief. Then he glared at Weevil, "that's a good one... I've probably been in more bars than you... no, obviously I've been in more bars than you."
Kaiba and Ryou glanced at each other, and rolled their eyes.
"Oh yeah? Prove it, get into this bar..." challenged Weevil.
"I can get in, I've been here before... it's you I'm concerned about, runt," Tristan said, through gritted teeth.
"Um, pardon me," Ryou said, laying a comforting hand on Tristan's arm. "What about me and Kaiba? Should we sit outside, while you and Weevil attempt to get into this bar to drink yourselves stupid?"
"I've been here plenty of times, getting you in'll be easy, Ryou..." Tristan said, shrugging, with a small glare at Weevil. Then he nodded towards Kaiba, "and he can get in on his own, no sweat."
"What do you say, Lovebug?" Weevil said, smiling sweetly at Kaiba.
"... I don't care," Kaiba snorted, as he folded his arms, looking away, and closing his eyes in irritation. "This is stupid, either shut it and let's go now, or don't."
"Once again, Kaiba settles things in a calm andprofessional manner," Tristan smiled slightly. He draped his arm around Ryou's shoulders, and lead him towards the entrance. "Kaiba can get you in, Weevil," Tristan said over his shoulder, with a smirk.
Kaiba twitched again, as Ryou smiled sweetly at him, while wrapping his arm around Tristan's waist. "Coming?" he called, cheerfully.
Growling once again, Kaiba stomped after the pair, grabbing Weevil by the back of his shirt, and dragging him to the entrance as well. Damnit, the things he did for lov... the things he did for Tris... damnit, the things he had to do!
oooXXXooo
"Evening, Horace," Tristan greeted, with a smile.
"Tris', hey..." the big guy, Horace, greeted with a grin. Then he raised an eyebrow at Ryou, "replace Wheeler or something?" he asked, blandly.
Ryou smiled sweetly, "my name's Ryou..." he said, shaking the bouncer's hand.
Horace grinned, "cute and innocent looking... now I have to ask... ID?"
Luckily for Ryou, lying was like second nature for him. "Not on me, right now..." he pouted. "Tris-chan took it on me, and won't give it back."
"... Tris', give him the ID..." Horace said, glaring at Tristan.
"Left it at home," Tristan shrugged.
Horace scowled, staring hard at Tristan. He was a good kid, he never caused trouble; in fact he was always the mediator for his drinking buddies, keeping them from starting brawls... And the silver-haired kid looked nothing like the cute punk Wheeler... obviously not the type to try and fight every 3 minutes... Maybe it was good that Tris' replaced drinking buddies. Horace nodded slightly, waving them through.
Tristan nodded once in thanks, and lead Ryou in. He paused, waiting to help Kaiba... and Weevil... if he had to.
"ID?" Horace asked, sweatdropping at the little guy in the grasp of a tall, good-looking redhead. The bouncer was sure it would be considered a sin, if he didn't think the blue-eyed guy wasn't hotter than hell.
"Don't have the need for one, let me in," Kaiba said, bluntly.
Horace sweatdropped again. "Pardon?"
"This little Parasite's with me... now let me in, he's a pain in the ass, and I need a drink," Kaiba went on, still speaking in a blunt manner, with a deadpan expression.
Weevil merely hung there, just barely managing to keep his toes on the floor, as he grinned weakly at the bouncer. Then as he was scrutinized, Weevil coughed, and pushed up his glasses.
"..." Horace shrugged, and waved them through. He saw no need to get on some babe's bad side. Especially a moody looking babe.
Kaiba nodded, and dropped Weevil, walking in. Weevil shot back to his feet. "Lovebug! Thank you! I'll continue worshipping the ground you walk on!" he declared, trailing after the CEO, his coal-black eyes shining with tears of adoration.
"Wow... impressive," Tristan commented, with a smile, as Kaiba and Weevil rejoined them.
Kaiba blinked, and looked away... almost out of embarrassment... he even appeared shy.
Ryou raised an eyebrow. That was an interesting sign. But Kaiba was moving far too slow for the silverhair's tastes. He definitely needed more pushing. So Ryou smiled, cuddling against Tristan, soon earning himself another of Kaiba's patented glares. "Well, he has his way of doing things... you have yours," he said, trying to ignore the dirty look.
oooXXXooo
"Pretty dead tonight," Tristan commented, leaning back in his chair.
No one answered. Kaiba was too busy downing his vodka blackberry cooler. Ryou was peering into his bottle of hard lemonade... and Weevil... well, Weevil, was staring at his glass of HolyWater, from almost every angle, eyes wide with drunken fascination, at the clear and dark blue alcohol.
Tristan had to grin slightly. Only an hour of drinking, and he already had interesting company.
Kaiba was a grumpy yet placid drunk, cursing whenever he thought a 'damn' was needed. Ryou was a giggly happy drunk. Surprisingly, he and Kaiba were getting along, almost pleasantly. Weevil was a 'he's drunk?' drunk, one whom you couldn't tell was drunk until he walked/staggered or spoke. Weevil was continuing trying to win over Kaiba. Always running(which soon turned to staggering after his second HolyWater. 'Definite light-weight' Tristan had thought), to the bar to get his beloved Lovebug more coolers. About 7, or 8 times... Tristan counted the bottles, yeah, 8 times.
"... if we listen to each other's hearts
we'll find we're never too far apart
and maybe love is the reason why
for the first time ever
we're seeing it eye-to-eye...
seeing it eye-to-eye
for the first time
seeing it eye-to-eye" a drunken 30-something year old man sang. Badly.
"Booo!" Ryou called, laughing. "Get off the stage, you bum!"
"You suck!" Kaiba yelled.
Tristan sweatdropped, while Ryou giggled drunkenly, as Kaiba made a move to throw one of his empty bottles up on the stage, at the singer. Tristan quickly reached over, snatching back the bottle; the odds of Kaiba actually hitting the guy were slim, but that was a risk he couldn't take.
Ryou leaned his cheek into his hand. "Tris-chan, you're not drunk..." he slurred.
"On just my second beer? I should hope not," Tristan smiled.
"Damnit, is getting one damn good singer, so damn hard?" Kaiba grumbled, as he slammed his now-empty bottle down against the table. "Parasite!" he called.
Weevil looked up from his drink, "yes, Lovebug..?"
"I'm out."
"I love you too!"
"Not funny, I'm out, damnit."
"Of the closet?"
"Parasite!" Kaiba bopped Weevil over the head.
"Alright, alright..." Weevil stood up, staggering and weaving his way towards the bar, yet again.
"You should be a little nicer, Kaiba," suggested Tristan, with a small grin.
"Yeah," Ryou nodded. "He's kinda good, in a good kinda way... he's kinda cute... in a cute kinda way..." he paused, brow furrowing, then he glanced at Tristan, "did any of that make any sense, Tris-chan?"
Tristan had to try not to laugh, "uhhhh, yeah..."
"I can't be nice... damnit, do you know who I am..?" Kaiba said, sourly. "Seto Kaiba... Seto Kaiba isn't nice, at all, damnit... can't be damn nice, just because damn people want me to be..."
"I think you're nice," said Ryou, awkwardly patting Kaiba's head.
"Don't lie to me, damnit," Kaiba grumped, brushing Ryou away.
Weevil returned, sitting the cooler in front of Kaiba. "Lovebug, I'm going to sing..." he said, wavering slightly, so much that Tristan had to hold out his hand to steady the boy.
"Go go... I don't care, go, damnit... you brought me my drink, so go." Kaiba replied, waving Weevil away, as he took a drink.
Weevil nodded, pushing Tristan's hand aside, as he started trying to make his way to the stage. Only to stagger and fall against a table.
Before the drunken customers of the table could get really angry, Tristan quickly got up, and went to help the Bugboy straighten up. As the man stood up, looking ready to pulverize the inebriated duelist, Tristan handed him some money to pay for more beer to replace the ones Weevil spilled, which quickly settled matters. The simple and logical act impressed Kaiba and Ryou easily.
"Damn, he's amazing," Kaiba mumbled.
"Isn't he?" Ryou smiled. "I like him."
"Don't like him," said Kaiba, glaring hazily at his new drinking companion.
"Huh?"
"Don't like him, damnit... I don't want you to like him."
Amazingly, somewhere in the drunken fog of Ryou's mind, he remembered his original task. "How come I can't like him?" he asked, still leaning his cheek heavily against his hand.
"Because..."
"Tell me."
"... Don't like him."
"How come?"
Kaiba was taking a long drink of his cooler, before sitting it back on the table. Then he wiped off his mouth with the back of his hand, "don't like him, damnit..."
"Tell me how come..." said Ryou, smiling crookedly.
"Because... I want him," Kaiba's eyes were glazed over, as he scowled at his drink. "Don't like him, Bakura... I want him... a lot."
Ryou smiled brightly, despite his drunk state. "Then tell him..." he said, patting Kaiba's arm. "I told Tris-chan I liked him once... he didn't care... it won't bug him... he doesn't care about crap like proper sociesty..."
"... Society," Kaiba corrected... even while drunk, he tried to be eloquent.
"Yeah... that," Ryou nodded.
A soft piano's tune began to play; Weevil's performance was about to begin. Then a strong guitar joined the tune played, along with drums and bass. Wow, rock music-like...
"Dedicated to my Lovebug!" Weevil declared beforehand, "sweet Seto Kaiba!"
"Oh, now you say my damn name, Parasite?" Kaiba said, sounding annoyed, which almost bordered on whining.
Weevil waved, and began to sing:
"No more blame
I am destined to keep you sane
gotta rescue the flame
gotta rescue the flame in your heart
no more blood
I will be there for you, my love
I will stand by your side
the world has forsaken my girl!"
"Girl?" Kaiba squawked, and stood up, waving a fist. "Are you calling me a damn girl, Parasite! The hell you thinking, damnit! Are you nuts? You are nuts, damnit!"
Ryou giggled, and pulled Kaiba back down into his seat. "Shhhhhh, let 'im sing..." he told him, through his snickering.
"Should have seen it would be this way
should have known from the start
what she's up to
when you've loved and you lost somone
you know what it feels like to lose..."
Weevil then hit the chorus:
"She's fading away
away from this world
drifting like a feather
she's not like the other girls
she lives in the clouds
and talks to the birds..."
"Only once!" Kaiba yelled. Tristan, whom was waiting by the stage to help Weevil back to the table, blinked, then grinned slightly. Good to know, he thought, in amusement.
"Hopeless little one
she's not like the other girls I know."
"Maybe 'cause I'm not a damn girl, Parasite!" Obviously, Kaiba was not happy at the moment.
"No more shame
she has felt too much pain in her life
in her mind, she's repeating the words
only love you put out will return to you
should have seen it would be this way
should have known from the start
what she's up to
when you loved and you've lost someone close to you
you know what it feels like to lose."
And Weevil was once again back at the chorus.
"She's fading away
away from this world
drifting like a feather
she's not like the other girls
she lives in the clouds
and talks to the birds
hopeless little one
she's not like the other girls I know."
"Because I'm not a girl, Parasite!" Kaiba yelled, waving a fist, once again trying to get to his feet. But Ryou was surprisingly tough, holding Kaiba by his shoulder, thus in his chair. That, and Kaiba was pretty drunk, so his motor functions weren't at their best...
"One more time...!" Weevil called. "Everybody sing for my Lovebug, Seto Kaiba!" Amazingly, there were a few drunken people who actually sang along:
"She's fading away
away from this world
drifting like a feather
she's not like the other girls
she lives in the clouds
and talks to the birds
hopeless little one
she's not like the other girls he knows..!"
"Alla ya, shut up, damnit!" Kaiba bellowed. "Do I look like a damn girl to you, huh? Damn idiots!"
oooXXXooo
Tristan had to struggle not to laugh. If he were with Joey or Devlin, or anyone else, his patience would have been at its limits. But Kaiba, Ryou, Weevil, they weren't that bad to look after. Ryou listened because he considered Tristan to be his best friend. Weevil did try to defy Tristan, but the Bugboy was more than easy enough to overpower, and if he did know Judo, he was too drunk to initiate a fight. And Kaiba... he was almost eager to please Tristan, despite his grumpyness.
Three times Weevil tried to run away, cackling madly about making his Lovebug catch him. And three times Tristan told Ryou and Kaiba to stay put, and took off after the kid, to carry him back. Three times Kaiba smacked Weevil when he was brought back, and three times Ryou tried to comfort Weevil, though Weevil was too drunk to even need comforting...
Now, as they were making their way home, Ryou's apartment being the first stop, Tristan trailed behind the drunken trio, in case one of them did something. Clearly, he was more sober than all of them, since he didn't even finish his second beer. Back at the bar, Kaiba seemed ready to punch someone in the face, so the obvious option was to play 'baby-sitter'. And leave.
Kaiba was in vaguely better spirits out in the open air. He was still frowning, and he was being held up by Ryou and Weevil who were on both sides of him; but to be fair, Kaiba was keeping them on their feet as well. The only way to tell Kaiba was a little more cheerful was the fact that he was... singing.
"What's new, pussycat?" Kaiba, Ryou, and Weevil sang loudly. "Whoa whoa whoa whoa."
Tristan pursed his lips, and said nothing.
"What's new pussycat? Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa.
Pussycat pussycat
I've got flowers
and lots of hours
to spend with you
so go and powder your cute little pussycat nose
pussycat pussycat, I love you
yes, I do
you and your pussycat nose..."
Tristan sweatdropped, and looked around, in case someone would call the police to complain about a trio of drunk teenagers disturbing the peace. Thankfully, there wasn't anyone around.
"What's new pussycat? Whoa whoa whoa whoa.
What's new pussycat? Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa.
Pussycat pussycat
you're so thrilling
and I'm so willing
to care for you
so go and make-up your big little pussycat eyes
pussycat pussycat, I love you
yes, I do
you and your pussycat eyes..."
"Matte..!" Ryou suddenly interrupted, rather loudly. "Gomen, gomen... demo... dare da..? Who's the kawaii neko we're singing to?"
Tristan smiled slightly, he made sure to make a mental note of that: Drunk Ryou often allowed some of his other language to slip into his speech.
"What'd you call me?" Weevil demanded, teetering slightly, as he tried to scowl at Ryou, only his gaze was a little too far to the right to meet Ryou's eyes.
"Damnit... Parasite no baka..." Kaiba grumbled. "'Matte' means 'wait', Parasite," he explained, with a glare. All he did was glare while intoxicated apparently. "And... 'gomen' means 'sorry'..."
"You know that language?" Weevil stared in awe.
"Where do you think I'm from, Parasite?" Kaiba snapped.
"Yosh!" Ryou cut in again, loudly, trying not to giggle. "Let's just sing again, ne? Kaiba-kun's getting maaad...! Ikou!" he punched the air, enthusiastically.
Kaiba looked blank for a second. Then he turned, and pointed at Tristan, "we're singing to him..." he said, his tone firm. "No bitching either... I won't tolerate bitching, even if I like you, damnit."
Tristan blinked and sweatdropped, unable to think of a reply. And Ryou burst out laughing, while Weevil just stared straight ahead at nothing, humming a tuneless tune.
"Hidoi!" Ryou said, trying to look appalled. Only to giggle again, "anou..? Yappari! Tris-chan's Pussycat, ne?"
Kaiba nodded, "let's go," he ordered. And the trio staggered ahead a bit. Shaking his head, Tristan picked up his pace to walk a little closer to his new charges for the evening.
"What's new pussycat? whoa whoa whoa whoa.
What's new pussycat? whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa.
Pussycat pussycat
you're delicious
and if my wishes
can all come true
I'd soon be kissing your sweet little pussycat lips
pussycat pussycat, I love you
yes, I do
you and your pussycat lips, whoa whoa whoa
you and your pussycat eyes, whoa whoa whoa
you and your pussycat nose."
Now that the song was done, it was quiet for a very longtime. Except for the occasional mutter from Weevil. Once in front of Ryou's apartment building, Ryou pulled Kaiba down to his height, and whispered, rather loudly, yet he was slurring a bit, so it wasn't easy to understand.
Tristan raised an eyebrow, as Kaiba nodded; he seemed to understand Ryou's jumbled whispering.
"Don't forget," Ryou said, firmly. Which Kaiba tried to scoff at, which came out more like a squeaky mumble. Ryou giggled in amusement, and waved at Tristan, after patting Weevil on the head. He was trying to stroll casually towards the door. And he managed pretty well, but putting his key in the lock took a little more effort.
Once Tristan was sure Ryou's super would take care of him, he continued helping Kaiba and Weevil along. The walk was pretty much silent on the way to Kaiba's mansion. The alcohol's tiring effect must have been kicking in... thankfully, Tristan thought.
"Lovebug... why don't you love me?" Weevil suddenly asked. The question caused Tristan to cringe.
"Because I hate you." Ah Kaiba, nice and straight to the point, despite his befuddled brain.
"But why don't you love me?"
"Because I hate you."
Tristan rolled his eyes heavenward. Please, help, he prayed to the stars. I really, really don't need to listen to this kinda argument now.
"Weevil!"
The three of them turned, only it took a couple more seconds for Kaiba and Weevil, and they saw Rex Raptor, he was running up to them, stopping short of crashing into Kaiba. He glanced at Weevil, then scowled, already noting that the Bugboy was swaying slightly. He was drunk, just as the bouncer explained...
"You twisted bastard! He's only 16, and you get him wasted?" Rex then glared accusingly at Kaiba, as he reached up to jam his finger against the taller guy's nose.
And to Rex's... well, amazement, really... the 'serious and stoic' CEO went cross-eyed, trying to look at the finger on his nose.
"It was Weevil's idea," Tristan told Rex, pushing Kaiba behind him, so as to avoid Kaiba's drunken temper. Very placid, yes, but the redhead could get annoyed if the right buttons were pushed. "I'm not drunk, so I took care of them, don't worry."
Rex stared hard at Tristan, seeing his eyes were way more sharper than the hazy stares he was receiving from Kaiba and Weevil.
Nodding slightly, Rex reached over and grabbed Weevil, whom was standing a little too near Kaiba for his liking, yanking him over. Weevil sagged heavily against Rex. "Heeey, Rexy!" the Bugboy greeted, with a wide grin, poking his cheek. "I sang... I kicked ass... you shoulda seen me."
"You're going home," Rex said, sternly. "Stupid moron, why'd you go do something stupid?" he griped, as he pulled Weevil's arm around his shoulders to help him walk.
"Because I am a man!" Weevil declared, stumbling a bit.
"You're a drunken idiot!"
"You're a drunken idiot..."
"I'm not drunk!"
"... No, you are!"
"Shut up, and walk! You think I like waiting up for you..?"
Tristan grinned slightly, as Rex showed his own special way of caring by lecturing Weevil.
"Yeah... I think they'll be okay," he then commented. Suddenly Kaiba flung his arms around Tristan's neck, leaning heavily against his chest. Tristan froze, eyes widening. "Wh-what's wrong?" he asked, holding onto Kaiba's waist to keep their balance.
Kaiba's eyes were shining... repressed tears. Tristan saw them often enough in Joey's eyes. But the question was why were there tears in the first place? "Stay," Kaiba practically whispered.
Tristan blinked, "huh?"
"Stay with me... tonight."
"... Let's get you inside..." Tristan mumbled, averting his eyes. Even while drunk, Kaiba still looked at him in that unsettling way.
oooXXXooo
"... I like you."
Tristan went rigid. His heart pounded a little harder, but he quickly pushed that feeling down. Drunk talk, how many times had he heard Joey declare "I love you, man!"? And Devlin's asking for "one-night stands for the hell of it."? Too many, so being told he was liked, that wasn't anything too drastic.
... Tell that to his heart which refused to settle down.
Tristan helped Kaiba sit on his bed, then he knelt down to take off Kaiba's shoes.
"I like you, Tristan," Kaiba said again, a little more confidently.
Tristan never answered, as he removed the shoes, and tossed the pair over his shoulder, where they thunked against the floor. "Lay down," he commanded quietly, as he stood back up.
"No, listen to me!" Kaiba grabbed his wrist, pulling him back down. "I like you!"
"... I am listening," Tristan snapped. "But you're drunk, and you don't know any better!"
"... You don't... listen..." Kaiba lowered his head, his expression hidden by his thick bangs.
"Go to sleep, Kaiba..." Tristan said, swallowing thickly. Damnit, how can someone as cold-hearted as Kaiba manage to look so heartbroken? "You don't like me. You're drunk... nobody likes me, it's how it works," he said.
"Then consider me a nobody!" Kaiba growled. He stood up, grabbing Tristan by his neck, pulling him close, capturing his mouth in an eager, and very sloppy kiss. Tristan's eyes widened, as he jerked back slightly. Sharp intensity was once again in Kaiba's cold blue eyes.
"... Sober already?" asked the brunette, slowly.
"... Urasai," Kaiba mumbled, pulling Tristan close again. Tristan furrowed his brow, as he wrapped his arms around Kaiba's waist, kissing him softly. Kaiba wrapped one arm around the brunette's neck, leaving his other hand to rest against Tristan's chest, where he felt his heart pounding hard. Pleased, Kaiba parted his lips, allowing Tristan to deepen the kiss. Which Tristan gladly took advantage of, dipping his tongue into the hot mouth of the CEO, to have Kaiba's tongue stroke against his.
Slowly they parted, eyes closed for a moment. Soft panting was all that could be heard. "I... I, uh... think I should..." Tristan spoke softly.
"No. Stay," Kaiba whispered, his fingers curling to clutch at Tristan's shirt. "Don't leave. Stay here, stay with me. Stay the night."
Tristan blinked, then smiled slightly. "Well, who could say no to that?" he murmured. Then he gently eased Kaiba back on the bed. "Fine, I'll stay..."
TBC? Over? Who knows... heh, sorry
A/N: Holy Hell, buh-bye humor, you were nice to have for a while XD Ah well, I wrote something. This was part of the deal with RK... annnnnnd, yeah, I guess that's it. Yeah yeah, humor's long gone... the whole Seto/Weevil thing went bye-bye like a long time ago, but whatever, right? Yikes, 11 pages O.o; Nyaaah, learn when to stop, Nanashi! yeesh v.v; in a slump, you should't try to write lots, doy! (hides)
Oh yeah... and that little "TBC? The End?" thing? Uh, yeah, up to me,but I dunno... but I'll see what I can do. Heh.