"Yagami-san! Wait up!"

Iori cringes at the sound of Athena's voice. After his band finished packing up, he started making a beeline for the bar and didn't want to be interrupted. He turns his head slightly as Athena approaches him. She pushes her hair behind her ears, smooths out her dress, and returns her hands to a neutral position. Iori's lip curls in distaste at how… prim and proper she is.

"I didn't realize you were such a good bassist! Maybe we could collaborate sometime, I could help your band out and—"

"No," Iori says in a deadpan tone. He continues walking to the bar, despite Athena's protests.

He had already downed two glasses of wine before the performance, which probably wasn't a great idea, considering that he accidentally turned his amp up too high (in his defense, Iori thought that his bass was too low in the mix) and messed up his solo a bit. Iori hadn't planned on attending Mai and Andy's wedding, but Mai asked him to perform at the reception with his band, and Iori couldn't turn down the amount of money she offered. Furthermore, Kyo had chosen to attend, and Iori figured it would look odd if his boyfriend showed up without him.

"More wine?" King asks as Iori leans on the bar counter. He shakes his head.

"My usual."

King nods and places a sphere of ice in a glass before topping it off with some whiskey. Iori grabs it as soon as she's finished and walks back to his table. The people around him clear a path, as though they can sense his bitterness. They probably can. Iori has never been good at hiding his annoyance or frustration.

He sits down next to Kyo, who is devouring a piece of cake at an alarming rate. Iori pays him no mind. He's used to Kyo's voracious appetite at this point. Across from them, Benimaru stares at his friend with a mix of concern and disgust. Iori thinks that the blond should be used to this by now as well, but he clearly isn't.

"What?"

"I… never mind, it's nothing. Do you want my piece, too? I shouldn't be eating sweets because of my diet." Benimaru pushes his plate towards Kyo.

"First carbs, then fats, and now sweets? What the hell are you supposed to eat?"

"I mean, I think cake fits all of those categories, so…"

"You barely ate dinner! Just eat the cake, it's not gonna kill you," Kyo pushes the plate back.

"No! I have a fashion show coming up, I can't afford to gain weight!"

"You're already stick-thin, idiot. A tiny piece of cake won't hurt you."

Benimaru stands abruptly, the scraping of his chair against the ground startling Iori. While Benimaru stalks off, Iori fishes a cigarette out of his pocket, as well as his lighter. He attempts to light the cigarette, but he can't tell if the lighter isn't working due to his hazy mind or something else.

"I don't get him," Kyo mumbles, watching Benimaru walk off.

"My lighter isn't working," Iori informs him. He turns to Kyo, holding the device out to him. Kyo fiddles with it for a few moments before shrugging and handing it back to Iori. He lights a flame on his fingertips and holds it out to Iori.

"Can't you just use your own flames?" Iori turns to glare at the person speaking to him. It's K', so he glares harder.

"I don't like being in pain when I want a smoke."

K' is quiet for a few moments, looking away from Kyo and Iori.

"Do you… do you have any more cigarettes?" He scratches the back of his head.

"Aren't you a bit young to be smoking?" Kyo crosses one leg over the other and leans back. His expression reminds Iori of a smug cat.

"Aren't you a bit old to still be in high school?"

Kyo's expression morphs into anger immediately, and Iori shoves three cigarettes in K's face and sends him on his way before anything can happen. Kyo leans back in his chair again, eyes narrowed at K' as he leaves. He turns to Iori with wide eyes as the redhead knocks back the rest of his whiskey.

"How much have you had to drink?"

"Not enough," Iori answers, getting up for another drink.

"I'm going to the bathroom. Try not to do anything stupid."

"Tch."

King takes one look at him and shakes their head. "I'm not giving you more whiskey. I'll get you something else, though. How about a soda?"

"No," Iori shakes his head before letting it thump against the bar. King cringes at the sound it makes, and lifts his head slightly to make sure he isn't injured. Iori stares at her. "Whiskey. Now. Need alcohol."

"I'll make you a cocktail," they offer.

"I don't like tails," Iori mumbles. "Just cock." Next to him, Yuri Sakazaki nearly spits out her drink. "The fuck are you looking at?" He turns his glare to her.

"N-nothing!" Yuri says through coughs. "Uh… are you okay?" She blinks at him with wide eyes.

Iori lifts his head slightly as King places a glass with a strange blue liquid in it in front of him. There's an umbrella resting against the rim, and Iori scowls at it, unaware of how ridiculous he looks. Yuri giggles again, and Iori snaps his head to her.

"Iori? Are you all right?" Chizuru's voice comes from his other side. He slowly turns his head to her.

"They're withholding whiskey from me," he points at King. "Evil."

"Yagami, you've had enough. Just drink the cocktail." King rolls their eyes.

"Evil," Iori repeats, sitting up slightly. He takes a sip of the drink, and it's good because King made it, but he still wants his whiskey. He can barely taste the spirit she used, and he suspects that there's no alcohol in it whatsoever. His hazy mind firmly believes that King has tricked him, so he continues scowling at them.

"I think they're right, Iori. No more alcohol after this, all right?" Chizuru rubs his back, and normally Iori would shoo her away, but his mind is too addled for him to care. Plus, he secretly likes it.

Iori downs half of the cocktail in one go, and the only reason he doesn't drink the whole thing is because Chizuru gasps and pulls the glass away from him. She berates him for drinking too quickly, but he tunes it out. His attention is elsewhere.

Kyo is walking towards him quickly, his brow furrowed as he approaches.

"I leave for two minutes and you're already drinking more." Iori takes a drag from his cigarette and exhales in Kyo's direction. The brunette doesn't look impressed. He pulls Iori up from the stool he's on.

"Thanks for keeping an eye on him, Chi. You didn't have to."

"No problem," Chizuru brushes her hair back. "Are you sure he's okay? He seems a bit…"

"Yeah, he'll be fine. You know how he gets when he's drunk," Kyo rolls his eyes. Iori is leaning on his shoulder, the cocktail held precariously in his hand. Kyo takes it from him before he can drop it.

Kyo guides Iori back to their table— Benimaru is still missing, but Kyo spots him flirting with a group of girls. He makes Iori sit down and takes his seat next to the redhead.

"You didn't eat much for dinner, did you?" Iori shakes his head. "Explains why you're so buzzed."

Kyo sighs and leans back. As Iori's self-appointed babysitter (and his boyfriend), he decides to stay next to Iori for the remainder of the night.

Iori finishes the cocktail (slowly) and sets the glass on the table. He's attempting to light another cigarette, but remembers that the lighter is faulty, and turns to Kyo.

"Hm? Oh." Kyo holds out another flame to Iori, who leans in and lights his cigarette. He looks past Kyo for a moment, and catches… Terry Bogard staring at him. The blond quickly turns away upon being caught.

"What're you looking at?" Kyo asks, turning. Iori grabs his shoulder before he can turn fully.

"Terry was staring at my tits. Again."

"Well… you've got some nice tits. I like them."

"Aren't you supposed to beat people up when they stare at me like that? Isn't that what boyfriends normally do?"

"You're capable of beating them up yourself," Kyo shrugs. "Might wanna be careful if you're going after Terry. He's pretty good."

Iori starts to get up, but Kyo quickly stands and pushes him back into his chair.

"Oi, what do you think you're doing? You're not actually going to fight him, are you?"

"He was staring at my tits," Iori hisses.

"Dude, I really doubt it," Kyo presses down on Iori's shoulders, as though the action will glue him down to the chair. "I'm pretty sure Terry's straight."

"He's not," Mary says, as she walks by. Kyo nearly jumps out of his skin. He often forgets that she knows some Japanese. "Also, he was totally staring at your tits."

Iori growls. He abruptly gets up, knocking Kyo down in the process. Kyo scrambles to his feet and quickly tugs Iori's wrist.

"What?"

"This is Mai's wedding, and if you cause a scene, she'll kill both of us."

Iori thinks about Kyo's words for a moment. And then he turns and continues walking to Terry.

With no other option, Kyo encircles his arms around Iori's waist and hauls him up.

"What— what are you doing?! Let me go!"

People are staring at them— Chizuru in particular looks concerned— but Kyo is past the point of being embarrassed. He drags the struggling redhead away.

"Kyo," Chizuru meets him at the edge of the tent, "is everything all right?"

"He's trying to pick a fight—" Kyo grunts as Iori's foot makes contact with his shin, "don't worry, I can handle this." He sets Iori down, though he keeps a firm grip on his wrist. "We're going down to the beach."

Iori's eyes narrow and he pouts like a toddler. Chizuru covers her mouth and giggles, trying to hide it with a cough as Iori's glower turns to her.

"Call me if you need anything, okay?" She pats Kyo's arm.

"Thanks, but you should enjoy the party. I know how much work you put into all of this." Chizuru smiles at Kyo and squeezes his shoulder before walking away.

"I don't wanna go to the beach."

"Well, too bad. You need to cool off, you've had too much alcohol."

Kyo removes his shoes as they approach the sand. Iori bends down to do the same, but stumbles forward and falls instead. He turns to Kyo with a disgruntled expression.

"I can't get my shoes off," he whines. Iori sits back in the sand— something he wouldn't normally do in pants this expensive. Kyo chooses not to comment on it. He helps Iori get his shoes off and sets them aside, then holds his hand out to the redhead and helps him up.

Kyo swats Iori's backside a few times, attempting to get the sand off his pants. Iori, thinking that his intentions are completely different, shoots purple flames at him. Kyo stumbles back at the unexpected attack, scowling at his boyfriend.

"Oi! Your pants were expensive, I'm just trying to get the sand off!"

"Stop touching my ass, pervert!" Iori fends him off with a foot to Kyo's shoulder. Kyo sighs and gives up, but not before grabbing Iori's leg and pushing him back.

"Yagami, you're drunk. Stop trying to attack me." Iori "hmphs" and walks away from Kyo, towards the ocean.

Kyo follows a few steps behind, wondering when Iori will stop… but he doesn't, and Kyo realizes that he's going into the water.

"Iori, your pants! If you wanna go in the—"

Too late. Iori has already stepped into the water, expensive pants and all. It's rather cold, but he doesn't mind. His body feels warm, and the water cools him down.

"Yagami," Kyo says, the disappointment evident in his voice, "what the hell am I gonna do with you?"

"Love me," Iori says, and flings himself onto Kyo. Kyo stumbles back, thankfully landing in the sand instead of the water. It's still wet, but not as bad as falling into a cold, salty ocean.

Kyo heaves out a sigh. Iori is trying to kiss him, but Kyo pulls away because his boyfriend is drunk, his boyfriend's expensive pants are ruined, and Kyo has wet sand on his ass.

"We're going back to our room. This was a terrible idea."

"You're a terrible idea," Iori mumbles, poking Kyo's forehead. "Stupid."

Kyo pays him no mind. He has to lift Iori again, because the other man has made himself comfortable on Kyo's chest and refuses to get up. Kyo sets him down as soon as they reach a less sandy area. Surprisingly, Iori doesn't struggle— instead, he wraps his arms around Kyo's neck and gets comfortable. So comfortable that he sinks to the ground as soon as Kyo sets him down.

"Yagami, please," Kyo tries to pull him up by his arms. "I'm sure our bed at the hotel is a lot nicer than the ground." Iori lifts his head, staring at Kyo with glassy eyes.

"Bed?"

"Yes, bed."

"Bed…" Iori gets up, a little wobbly on his feet, so Kyo throws an arm around him to keep him steady.

As soon as they entered the hotel and got into the lift, Kyo noticed that Iori had become more… twitchy. He turns to the redhead, head tilted in confusion.

"Is something wro—"

Iori smashes his mouth onto Kyo's, pushing the brunette against the wall. The metal bar presses against his back uncomfortably, but Kyo can't adjust himself due to Iori's full weight on him. Normally, Iori's actions would be welcome, but with him being drunk… Kyo didn't want to go too far.

"Yagami!" he yells, trying to get Iori off his body, "I'm pretty sure there's a security camera in here—"

"Then let's give them a show."

Kyo moans quietly as Iori pushes his thigh between Kyo's own and reconnects their mouths. Making out in an elevator hadn't been part of his plans tonight, but he doesn't think it's all that bad. If only Iori would do things like this while sober…

The doors open with a ding, though Iori doesn't register it. Kyo however, does.

A very traumatized Rock Howard stares back at him, the teenager's eyes wide with… fear? It's hard to tell, especially with Iori grinding against him.

"Uh… hi," Kyo says awkwardly. He gently shoves Iori aside and tries to smooth out his suit.

Before Kyo can even blink, Rock bolts. The kid is pretty fast.

"Terry's gonna kill us," Kyo mumbles.

"He was staring at my tits all night. I think I can convince him not to." Iori pulls his suit jacket apart (he's not even wearing a shirt underneath, the bastard), giving Kyo a generous view. Under normal circumstances, Kyo would appreciate it. But these aren't normal circumstances.

Kyo drags his partner out of the elevator before any other teenagers can witness him, and manages to get Iori back to their room without any other hiccups. Iori practically tears his suit off (Kyo thinks he heard fabric ripping, but he doesn't dwell on it too much) and flops onto the bed. Kyo removes his suit before going over to Iori and tapping his back.

"You need to get your makeup off. C'mon, I'll help."

"I don't wanna," Iori whines.

"I'm helping you whether you like it or not. You're gonna complain about it in the morning and I don't wanna hear it." Kyo pulls him up and drags him to the bathroom.

"Where are your makeup wipes?"

"I don't use makeup wipes," Iori says through gritted teeth, "they're fucking awful for your skin, full of harsh chemicals that strip away the natural oils and can cause—"

"Okay, then what the hell do you use to get that shit off your face?"

"I use a cleansing balm, it is far superior to the wipes and the oil cleansing method is much better for the skin because it does not strip away the protective layers and properly removes makeup and excess sebum unlike—"

"Is this it?" Kyo holds up a small, green container.

"Yes. Use the fucking spatula, if you stick your fucking fingers in there I'll stick mine up your—"

"Be quiet, will you?" Kyo scoops out a small amount and hands him the spatula. "Can you do this on your own? I'm not washing your face for you."

Although Iori keeps aggressively rambling about every product Kyo hands him, Kyo finds that he doesn't mind. It's… endearing, in a strange way, to hear his boyfriend's drunken ranting about skincare products. Iori finishes his routine quickly, and Kyo brushes his teeth.

The redhead refused to get into bed for some reason, and Kyo didn't feel like fistfighting him (it was the only solution Iori was offering), so he picked Iori up again and tossed him onto the bed. It wasn't very gentle of him, but it was certainly better than fighting his boyfriend.

"Fight me, you fucking coward," Iori says, muffled by pillows.

"No. I'm tired and you're drunk. Be quiet."

Iori lifts his head and fixes the brunette with a look. Kyo stares back at him in confusion. Iori then climbs on top of Kyo and tries to make out with him again, though he almost knees Kyo's crotch in the process. The brunette jolts, pushing Iori off of him and mumbling something about his "family jewels."

Iori tilts his head, puzzled. "Your family doesn't have jewels. You have a sword, idiot."

Kyo stares at Iori in bewilderment for a moment, caught completely off guard by his ridiculous comment. He bursts out laughing, and Iori, perplexed, continues kissing down his neck.

"If you won't fight me, you can at least fuck me." Kyo closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to reel himself in.

"No, Yagami. You are drunk."

"Thanks for pointing it out," Iori gives him a scathing look, "I'm also sad and horny. Do something about it."

"Nope. When you're sober, I'll be happy to. Now let me sleep."

Iori buries his head in Kyo's neck and whines.

"Are you done?" Kyo asks. He feels Iori nodding against him.

He rolls the redhead off him, because Iori's body is preventing him from breathing. Kyo waits for a while, until Iori is asleep before he turns the bedside lamp off.

"Kyo," Iori wraps an arm around him. "I love you."

Kyo stares at him for a moment. Iori's eyes are closed, and he starts snoring softly against Kyo's shoulder.

"I love you, too… dumbass."