Okie dokie…

Terribly sorry for the lack of update over the last week, but, it was Homecoming weekend and I needed some extra sleep after eating too much pizza on Saturday night!

And we lost our football game 27-7!

Go Eagles!

Now like I said…please enjoy the drama!

Magic Touch

The two lovers strolled into a local pharmacy; hand in hand and smiling at every person they passed.

Joey had already planned a doctor's appointment for Yami through his own family doctor in hopes of resolving Yami's dramatic weight issues.

The boys approached the prescription counter, where on the front display sat several arrangements of nicotine patches and gum.

"Alright," Joey said "Which would you prefer?"

Yami sighed, thinking.

"I guess the patch would be best. That way you can catch me if I forget to put it on."

"Good idea."

The blonde reached for the box; and even though they were rather expensive it wasn't like he couldn't afford to pay for them.

After making their purchase and exiting the store, the boys climbed into Joey's car and headed down towards the middle of the city, where Yami's clubs were.

Yami opened the box in anticipation, peeling off one of the patches and placing it on his upper left arm; showing Joey the spot so the blonde could keep checking in on him.

The bright lights of the first club came into view as Joey stopped out in front; turning the car off and focusing his stare on Yami, who looked nervous.

"Can you do this by yourself, or do you want me to help you?"

Yami stayed quiet, fiddling with the gloves on his hands that Joey had leant him since the weather had turned bitter.

"This one I can do by myself. It's Spider that I think I'll want help with."

Joey nodded, clicking the button on his door to unlock them and motioning for Yami to exit.

He watched him walk into the building, deciding that if he didn't come out within ten minutes or so that he would go in after him.

Pleased to see him come out with a slight smile on his face, Joey returned the gesture as he sat back down in the car.

"You okay?" Joey asked.

Yami nodded, his head down into his chest. He looked up at Joey.

"Yes. I'm fine. That was easier than I thought."

Joey smiled, starting up the car.

"Off to Spider then, huh?"

Yami paused, then nodded. He still seemed nervous.

When they arrived at their second destination, Joey quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and exited the car, waiting for Yami to do the same.

He moved over to the other side of the car and watched Yami fiddle with his coat through the window. When he looked up at him, the blonde nodded his head in approval and raised a hand, opening the door for him.

"Let's go. It'll be fine, alright?"

The blonde unbuckled Yami's seatbelt for him and took him by the arm, leading him out of the car before simply taking him by the hand and heading for the front door.

He felt Yami tug at his hand for support. He wasn't quite getting why he was so frightened.

Joey paused at the front door, pulling Yami by the shoulders so he was facing him.

"Don't worry. No one's going to be angry. And if they do get mad, then that's silly."

Yami nodded, taking a breath and allowing Joey to lead him inside.

One of the waitresses waved at him, yet Yami completely ignored her; his gaze was focused on the room in the back where the manager was.

Joey continued to drag him by the hand, when someone bumped into him.

"Oh, sorry." The blonde said politely.

"Well, what have we here?" The man said. He sounded drunk.

Joey didn't recognize him at first until he felt Yami slip an arm around his back, seeking his protection.

It was the man from the night when he had first saw Yami. The man who had tried to drag Yami into his car.

"Oh, come on," The man said. "Don't tell me you don't remember me?"

Yami kept his eyes down, pushing a hand against Joey's back.

The blonde complied and began to continue walking towards the back office.

"Hey!"

Joey felt a hand slap him in the shoulder. Being the raging Brooklyn boy that he once was, the blonde had quite a bit of fighting experience.

He returned the gesture with his own hit to the man, which he ducked and resulted in Joey's fist hitting against a glass, which shattered against his knuckles.

The blonde muttered some curse words to himself and wiped the blood off with his other hand. He advanced in to get another hit when he felt hands wrap around his arm.

"Joey! Stop! Don't fight!"

Yami tugged at Joey's arm with all his might; however it was nearly impossible to calm the angry boy.

Joey ripped his arm out of Yami's grasp and grabbed the man by the sleeve of his coat, yanking him towards him and hitting him in the cheek.

"Joey!" Yami cried.

The man instantly retaliated, throwing his own punch at Joey, which the blonde ducked as well.

"STOP!" Yami cried again, running forward and grabbing his raging boyfriend by the arm.

"Damn it, boy! Get the hell outta here!" The man yelled, advancing on Joey and removing anything that got in his way.

Yami was shoved brutally against the wall, a move which angered the blonde beyond his limits.

"What the hell is your problem?! Don't you fuckin' touch him!" Joey screamed.

A group of guys ran over and grabbed each of the heated boys, holding them back in an attempt to stop the fight.

The bar tender-whom Joey had become acquaintances with-ran out from behind the counter and assisted some of the guys who were holding back the blonde, who was still going off on a cursing tangent and throwing his fists wildly.

Once the group was able to calm the two boys, the man was removed from the bar while Joey was sat down in a chair. One of the girls handed him a glass of water in an attempt to calm him.

Yet Joey had no interest in himself. He slammed down the glass, ignoring the stinging sensation when the water splashed up and hit his bleeding knuckles, and moved to help Yami.

"Yami! Baby! Are you alright?!"

Joey gripped his boyfriend firmly, lifting him off of the ground and steadying him when he began to stumble.

"I think he bumped his head." One of the waitresses inquired.

Yami panted heavily; his right hand moving to the back of his head where there was indeed a bump. He allowed Joey to sit him down in the chair he had previously occupied.

Another one of the girls ran back into the kitchen to get him some ice. Yami leaned himself down and rested his head on his knees, hiding his face. Joey kneeled down on one knee and pressed his face into Yami's neck, stroking at his back with his fingertips.

Joey could hear Yami shuddering with tears. He took the bag of ice that was handed to him and gently pressed it against the back of Yami's head.

Yami brought up a hand and rested it on top of Joey's, which the blonde leaned forward and kissed sweetly, earning smiles from the crowd.

The manager came out from the back room.

"What is going on out here?"

Joey rubbed some more at Yami's back.

"Yami's here to tell you that he quits."

"He's quitting?"

Joey nodded.

The man observed the crowd, and the disappointed face of the bartender.

"Alright. Well, I guess I'm going to have to ask you boys to leave."

"No problem."

Joey took Yami by the arm and led him out into his car.

Yami felt at the back of his head again, looking up at Joey and cringing in pain.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?"

"Yeah," Yami said quietly. "I'll be fine…I just want to go home."

"Alright."

The blonde did as he was told and started up the car, heading back towards his house.

XXX

Joey ran his fingers through Yami's hair, removing them and checking them occasionally to see if he had been bleeding. When no sign of the substance was found, Joey stopped.

"You're not bleeding, babe. Don't worry." Joey said reassuringly.

Yami sighed, laying himself down on Joey's bed and reaching for a pillow, which he tucked under his aching head.

Joey lay down beside him, rubbing his back and resting his chin on his shoulder.

Yami curved his back into Joey, snuggling against him for his warmth. Joey brought up an arm and slipped it over Yami's waist, taking his hand in his own and giving it a squeeze.

After a while, Joey assumed him to be asleep when Yami suddenly rolled himself over, facing him.

"Thank you for sticking up for me today."

Joey smiled.

"What else would I have possibly done?"

Yami smiled back, shutting his eyes softly and pressing his forehead against Joey's.

The blonde pulled up the blanket that he had kept on the edge of the bed and lay it down overtop of them. Pressing a kiss to his lover's forehead, Joey allowed both Yami and himself to drift off to sleep.

YAY!

Drama is fun! But I promise there'll be more of it!

R&R!

GK09