A/N: Warning, underage drinking occurs! Gasp! Okay, really who cares, they're fictional characters. But don't do it in real life kiddies, unless you desire to wake up feeling like crap and realizing you've done something horribly wrong! Yes that's right, I just went all goodie two shoes on you, deal with it! :)
Disclaimer: Not Mine!
"Alright, Jii-chan's in bed," Yuugi announced cheerfully and Jounouchi gave a whoop, a daredevil glint in his eyes.
"Time to break out the beer," he said gleefully, cracking open the large cooler Yami had carried down the other day. He offered one to Yami first who he had decided was his idol after watching him duel a couple more times, but the older man refused with a wave of his hand.
Jounouchi just shrugged as though to say 'suit yourself' before tossing one to Honda. Anzu got up and hunted around until she found a cooler, walking back over to seat herself in Yami's lap. He raised an eyebrow at her and she flushed a little in embarrassment.
"What? It's just one cooler, and it's good," she protested the look. He just chuckled at her expression.
"That's not what I meant. Who said you could sit here?" He asked.
"Well was this seat taken?" She challenged and he rolled his eyes, a smile flitting around his mouth helplessly.
"You are becoming a complete flirt," he replied, not giving her a chance to say something back as he leaned forward just a little to kiss her once shortly. She sighed happily, snuggling back into his chest as she tried unsuccessfully to get the cap off her spiked lemonade.
Those were still her favourite type of kiss, short and sweet and full of feeling.
"I like this," he whispered in her ear while reaching up lazily to take the bottle from her, flicking the cap off with a small twist and then giving it back to her.
"Me to," she replied, taking a swig from the bottle, it's slightly sweet taste filling her mouth.
It was only one of many consumed, not by her, but by Miho who drank them with a fervour and quickly became drunk as the evening wore on, swinging back and forth violently between over excited and drop dead tired, once even bursting into tears over absolutely nothing.
The fire got started before Jounouchi could get so smashed he couldn't tell which end of the match was which and Honda followed suit though he was more sober then his almost girlfriend and best friend, both of which performed a disturbingly off-key performance of a high school musical song.
Yami was keeping a large bucket of freezing cold water standing by in case anyone got too out of hand and now he was looking sorely tempted to use it.
"How does he even know the words?" Rebecca muttered distastefully as the blond put an arm around Honda and Miho on either side of him and belted his soul out.
"I'm not sure we want to know," Yuugi replied honestly, eyes wide.
"Hey Honda, how drunk do you think we'll get?" Jounouchi spluttered once he finished his rather horrible rendition.
"Um, I'm pretty sure you're already drunk," Honda replied, drinking from his own beer casually while Miho collapsed on the table again.
"And you aren't?" Jounouchi challenged aggressively though Honda seemed quite relaxed and passive, simply waving him away.
"You can probably go a couple more before you start puking," Marik commented dryly, eyeing the barely diminished contents of the cooler.
"Ah man, but I wanted to finish it all tonight! I'm a real man, I can hold my liquor! Yuugi help us out, even Ryou's had two!" He called loudly to the small boy who looked slightly frightened and amused by his friend's attitude.
"I'm staying sober since Rebecca can't have any," he announced proudly and Rebecca glowed, giving him one of the few shy smiles she had ever had in possibly her whole life. He blushed a little, ignoring Honda and Jounouchi's uproar of laughter at his words, keeping his eyes locked on the small blond girl.
"Thanks Yuugi, that's so sweet," she said softly, acknowledging in her own way that she was out of her depth with all these older kids. He took her hand in his but looked away with a fierce blush in his cheeks when she looked at him in surprise.
She giggled, snuggling closer to his side though she didn't throw her arms around him or do something equally obnoxious. Yami grinned across the fire from them, noting his cousins hand holding and blushing with the girl he 'didn't like'.
"Think there's something there?" He asked his girlfriend, nudging Anzu gently. She looked up and saw them, immediately cooing over how cute they looked together.
"They're so adorable!" She exclaimed and he laughed at her enthusiasm.
Beside them Ryou was indeed finishing off his second bottle, cheeks a bit flushed from the alcohol as he looked around with bright eyes. Marik had accepted one but only drank half, quickly noticing how fast his partner was falling under the influence.
One of them had to stay sober and it wasn't going to Ryou who giggled conspicuously when Marik tugged the bottle away from him gingerly.
"It doesn't take much to get you drunk, does it Ryou?" He asked semi-jokingly, pulling it out of his grip and setting it out of his reach.
"You know, only people I really like call me Ryou," the boy beside him purred flirtatiously, his hand reaching intentionally across to Marik's knee. "
Then it shouldn't be a problem if I call you that, right?" Marik asked smoothly, putting his hand on top of his to pull it away but the tipsy teen simply raised it higher, stroking his upper thigh and sliding to the inside of his leg. Marik bolted upright at the provocative touch, certainly feeling the effects.
"Um, Ryou, could you move your hand?" He asked quietly, a small blush burning across his cheeks uncharacteristically. Very few things embarrassed him but public groping by his drunken boyfriend ranked pretty high.
"Why?" Ryou pouted, looking adorable even when he was tipsy, pulling his hand back only a little. Suddenly grinning he threw his arms around Marik's neck and kissed him persuasively. Marik was shocked at his forward actions, but managed to grab his elbows, pulling him off of his chest gently.
"Come on, just one little kiss?" The other flirted, straining against the restraining grip but Marik held him off firmly.
"Trust me, with you like this it won't just be one little kiss," he said in a grim tone. Ryou suddenly pulled back folding his arms irritably.
"I knew you didn't like me," he said in almost hysterical tone and Marik swallowed nervously.
"It's not that, it's just that you're kind of drunk and I wouldn't want to take advantage" –
"Yay!" He suddenly exclaimed happily at his words, throwing all his weight at the fair haired Egyptian at once, knocking him flat back on the sand much as he had earlier like a pouncing tiger. His lips were immediately all over Marik's, kissing deeply and passionately while his fingers danced around his waist, tugging at the belt of his pants playfully.
Marik shuddered to imagine what would have happened if he had still been wearing only his swim trunks. Flexing his muscles he sat up in one forceful motion, picking up all of Ryou's weight in one hand and dumping him on the sand unceremoniously.
He gave a small yelp that was cut off by Marik's weight on his chest, sitting on him so that no matter how hard struggled he couldn't get away.
"Little help, Mutou-san?" He asked grudgingly to the teacher despite the fact that they didn't get along all that well, he was in charge of the bucket after all. Yami cast him a cool glance, taking in the situation.
"It looks like you have it under control," he said lazily and Anzu made a small disbelieving noise before smacking his chest firmly.
"Do it," she told him in a no-nonsense tone. Yami sighed while Marik grit his teeth distastefully but the older man stood up, placing his girlfriend on the chair with a sweet kiss on the cheek before grabbing the bucket and dragging it over.
"One down, several more idiots to go," he grumbled quietly and for once Marik had to agree. Glancing at Marik to see if he was ready he nodded back, getting off Ryou, who immediately tried to stand up, but Marik forced him back down, kneeling on his legs from behind and grabbing him in a double arm bar so that he kneeled more or less in front of Yami, who raised the bucket threateningly.
The water poured out onto Ryou's bowed head and Marik winced as some of it splashed back on him. Ryou tensed and gasped loudly, coughing and shuddering from the cold water shower. When Marik released him tentatively, Yami left them to reconcile privately, taking the slightly less full bucket with him.
Ryou sat back on the sand hard blinking wide eyes in shock as he continued to shiver inside his soaked shirt.
"Wow," he mumbled, shaking his head hard as though to clear it. "What just happened?"
"You got dunked because you were getting frisky," Marik explained bluntly and he looked over at his boyfriend, realization then horror crossing his feminine face.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," he whispered, cheeks an unsubtle red, his expression almost comical with how ashamed and disgusted he was with his own actions.
"It's no big deal, good to know you chose to hit on me, even when you were drunk. Jounouchi might not have mind if he picked him," he joked light heartedly and Ryou gave him a miserable side glance, holding himself as though trying to hold in the heat.
That was some cold water. What was in it, ice cubes? Feeling badly for him, Marik scooted closer, pulling him up into his lap. The surprised boy clung to his shirt for a moment then quickly released him.
"Marik are you sure that's a good idea?" He mumbled and Marik just shook his head impatiently.
"You were just a little tipsy and you weren't thinking. Personally, I found it a little flattering so don't worry about it," he said firmly, raising a hand to pull Ryou's head to his chest, wrapping his other arm around him for warmth.
"But I'm going to make you all wet," he continued protesting and this time Marik actually rolled his eyes.
"Stop whining, if I want to be wet then I'll be wet, right now I just want to hold my boyfriend, do you have a problem with that?" He demanded and Ryou flushed at his open use of the word 'boyfriend' though he also cuddled closer to his body, partly for the warmth and partly for the comfort.
"No," he whispered happily, "That's not a problem."
Anzu was giving the couple goo-goo eyes much as she had Rebecca and Yuugi, hands clasped together happily.
"They're so cute!" She exclaimed yet again and Yami didn't respond, knowing it wouldn't matter whether he did or not.
"I never knew Marik could be a romantic," she added slyly, noticing that he seemed to get uptight whenever her dance partner was mentioned. He did so without fail this time, tossing a small glare in the boy-couples direction.
"Are you drunk?" He accused and she giggled shaking her head no.
"Of course not, you know I've only had one. After seeing Bakura get dunked I'm not sure I'm up for another even though I'm pretty sure I can fair better than him. Last time I had anything to drink was at a Christmas party and I just got sleepy."
"Don't complain about being a sleepy drunk, it's better than a crying drunk or a flirtatious drunk," se said wryly, pointing to Miho who was bawling her eyes out and Ryou who'd been overwhelmingly embarrassed.
"I don't know, both Marik and Bakura look pretty happy...you sure you wouldn't like it if I was more of a flirt?" She teased indeed flirtatiously as she looked up at him.
"I'd say you're pretty flirtatious as it is," he boasted boldly, pressing his forehead to hers and stealing a quick kiss.
"How come you didn't drink? I mean, Marik only stayed sober because of Bakura and I stayed sober because I didn't want to get smashed like the others. Yuugi's staying sober because of Rebecca of course...so what's your reason?" She asked curiously, amber eyes flickering in the fire light. He sighed, dropping his gaze, a slightly twisted expression on his face.
"What's wrong?" She immediately asked, cradling his face in her hands searching his face with concern written all over her face.
"It's nothing big, I just don't like drinking. I guess I'm a bit ashamed. I sometimes get in a bad way; it used to be that way a lot especially right after I separated from Yuugi. I was trying to find my way but I was totally lost and I felt alone. Sometimes I'd just...drink myself stupid, curl up in a chair at home and drink until I fell so deep asleep it sometimes took me over a day just to pick myself back up again. It wasn't so much of a habit as a behavioural pattern I adopted when I got depressed," he admitted slowly, looking both ashamed and disgusted with himself much like Ryou had.
She was reasonably shocked by his confession having never believed he'd be the type to turn to alcohol but the look on his face stopped her from criticizing. He certainly didn't seem proud of it.
"So you associate drinking with depression?" She asked thoughtfully and he looked at her with a small flicker of hope on his face.
"Yes," he agreed eagerly and she smiled sweetly.
"Then you better not drink, because you're not allowed to be depressed or comatose," she said and he chuckled with relief.
"I am the luckiest guy alive," he whispered, kissing her forehead suavely.
"I think we're all pretty lucky this weekend."
...
They pulled up outside Anzu's house and Yuugi sighed with relief from the back of Yami's grey convertible, squished between Jounouchi and Honda in the back seat. Miho was soundly asleep on Honda's lap, sleeping off her hang over from the night before much to his embarrassment.
Anzu turned around to smile at them all and give a quiet wave so as not to wake the grouchy female before grabbing her bag that lay at her feet. Opening the door she stepped out onto the burning hot asphalt, grateful for her flip flops and shorts.
Giving Yami one last private smile she blew him a kiss then started to make her way back up her driveway with a small disappointed sigh. Yesterday was a dream come true and today –today was right back to reality.
He frowned, one hand still resting casually on the steering wheel. He didn't want to blown a kiss he wanted a real one!
"Anzu," he called, not bothering to lower his voice. She turned around with wide eyes; making a hurried shushing noise as she glanced nervously at Miho.
"Come back here," he ordered, waving his hand. She crossed back over warily, knowing he was up to something but also knowing he wouldn't hesitate to wake Miho if she didn't give in. Sometimes his determined attitude was attractive...sometimes it just made her sigh.
Approaching him cautiously, Honda and Jounouchi snickered obviously also knowing something was up as Yami beckoned her closer with one finger flirtatiously but they dared not say a word. It turned out a hung over Miho was not as pleasant as regular Miho.
Last time she woke up she screeched at them all so loudly that even Honda had been begging her to go back to sleep. Jounouchi didn't even complain when she put her feet on his lap. Yami grinned teasingly at Anzu's suspicious expression.
"Come on," he said in sugary sweet innocence, "Just a little closer, I need to tell you something." She edged all the way over to the car where he put his elbows up on the open windowsill, propping himself up to cup her face in his hands, leaning forward to whisper in her ear flirtatiously.
"Just one more before graduation," he murmured in a light hearted tone before turning her face easily in his hands to plant a hell of a kiss on her lips, quickly finding her tongue with his. She started to pull back but he held her tighter, conveying his desire perfectly as she melted into him, snaking her fingers around his biceps as they kissed passionately for what would be the last time in a seemingly long time.
Had either of them been in the mood to notice they would have seen Honda and Yuugi desperately looking away from the rather disturbing sight of their teacher making out with their friend while Jounouchi made gagging noises.
"Yami," she murmured, pulling away a little and he groaned with frustration, pulling her back in for another kiss before pulling away slowly, regretfully.
"Sorry," he said a little out of breath, "I had to do that at least one more time." His eyes reflected her sorrow as they stared at each other a moment before she straightened up, picking up her bag again from where it had fallen to the ground.
The walk back up the driveway was only the beginning of a long trek that would have them both very weary by the end.
A/N: Aw, sadness :( Don't worry, the romance will be back, but some tougher to swallow emotional stuff must come first!
Here's a preview of the next chapter:
"I suggest you unhand her immediately," A bloodcurdling voice said in icy calmness from the doorway. All three people already inhabiting the room looked over to see a very, very unhappy Mutou Yami standing there, the glint in his eyes saying he was ready to tear the moustache off the man one hair at a time just to watch him scream.
O_o that's all I've got to say...