Chapter 2

There is a moment in everyone's life where they just decide to fuck it all, screw the rules and then, screw each other. Yami and Yugi found themselves in this very moment. Yugi had literally dragged him across the counter to lock themselves in the staff room. After a few seconds of staring into each other's eyes a bit more, now in private, they latched onto each other like leeches, with it shutting down their brain functioning and giving into the moment that had presented itself so willingly before them. Yami then confirmed that deciding to get his own coffee that morning to get some fresh air was the best idea he had had in a long time.

They kissed roughly and sloppily, bumping into several chairs and almost tripping over a bag before they found their way to the table. Yami grabbed Yugi by his thighs and lifted him on the table, continuing their terribly messy make-out session on the piece of furniture. While doing so, several alarm bells pulled at Yugi's conscience to warn him that he was about to have sex in the fucking staff room while he was fucking working but decided he couldn't give any less shits about the situation. He was, for the love of god, going to fuck the frontsinger of the best fucking rockband in the world, in the staff room, while working, whether he'd get fired afterwards or not. He'd be damned if he'd let this opportunity slip past his hands.

While French-kissing each other with the force of nature, the argument that had surfaced only minutes ago between them became evident in their kissing, fighting hungrily over the dominant position in their act. Their tongues clashed together like hungry wolves whom hadn't eaten for days. There was a lot of strength evident through the muscles of their tongues, arguing over who could taste each other first, outwardly exposing their struggling tongues desperate to protect their caverns and invade the territory of the other's instead. It was a clashing mess of wetness that eventually, Yugi had surprisingly won by the inevitable submission of Yami's desperate craving to continue their ministrations. He tore through Yami's defenses and dived his tongue inside, devouring it whole while taking its time to explore every taste, every spice that coated the inside to remember it for the rest of his life. Delicious was an understatement to describe how Yami tasted, but if Yugi could put it in any words he'd describe it as the best dessert he'd had in his entire lifetime. Deciding that he had taken a good amount of time to indulge himself in this flavour, he finally allowed Yami to do the same in return and let the man taste him now instead, helping him by opening up his mouth in the incoherent moan that followed by Yami's fondling under his shirt. His back arched forward by the delicate touch of those caramel hands sliding over his creamy skin and teasing his sensitive nipples in the act of arousing one another, which Yugi could only consider unnecessary since he already was.

Those silent moans soon became actual noises when Yami had left the hotness of Yugi's mouth to start diving in for more. He traced his way down Yugi's chin with stroking kisses and nibbled at the crook of his neck, biting down on his collarbone and wetting the flesh underneath it, all the while still fondling the now hard nipples of the cashier. Yami decided he liked the sounds Yugi made and encouraged them by kissing even rougher, nibbling the skin with his teeth. Their actions grew more pressing and quicker, both of them beginning to unbuckle their pants to slide them down as fast as possible for their moment of bliss to continue. Once both their groins were exposed, they both couldn't hold back anymore. After all, this was just a one night stand. Or rather a one morning stand.

Yugi pulled the collar of Yami's shirt, dragging him closer and automatically between his legs for their erections to brush against each other, earning a deep yelp from the singer and sending electricity through their privates. He panted hard for the moment to happen where Yami positioned his member at Yugi's entrance and pushed it in with one, swift movement that left them both dazzled. It slid in rather easily with both of them being so on edge, and it made the penetration almost explosive in Yugi's breach. He cried satisfied, as if he'd just experienced heaven on earth, coaxing the singer into a ridiculously fast and hard pumping rhythm. He pounded the boy underneath him mercilessly, having no time to consider any inconveniences such as taking things slow or preparation. He was too busy thinking with his cock.

Yugi enjoyed himself immensely. He couldn't remember the last time he had had sex this wonderful and if he had, it still wouldn't live up to this moment. In the heat of things, Yugi grabbed a hold of the corners of the table and spread his legs as wide as possible to allow Yami to take him even deeper, crying into the moment of pure joy and ecstasy, forgetting to shut the hell up for he was still at work. He'd be damned if he couldn't voice the magnificence he was feeling right now by the pounding of this gorgeous man screwing him in the table. While grabbing on tight, he accidentally threw a few object from the table on the ground, even a glass of soda that was now spilled everywhere on the carpet and a cellphone which Yugi recognized as his own lying on the ground in the puddle of lemonade. He couldn't worry about trivial things like that now! Hell, he'd buy a new one once this was over!

"Fuck, this is so, fucking, great!" Yami yelled out loud and groaned deeply while keeping up the pace of their fucking, also having forgotten about their not very private situation in which literally, anyone, could swing open that door any time and spot them both with their pants on their knees. He was quite worried because he was pretty certain he'd just continue fucking this cashier if that even were to happen.

"Shut the fuck up and don't ever stop!" Yugi yelled back in an effort to still continue their argument from before, secretly hoping that if he voiced his displease from yesterday a bit more that Yami would grant him a minute more of this due to the guilt.

"Yugi, there's a customer asking about an order that –"

Yugi heard the silent creaking of the door when Rebecca peaked in and immediately began asking a question without having noticed the situation at hand, until her voice died down in the middle of the inquiry. Her face turned red and her mouth hung open, seeing only after seconds the swaying movement Yugi made with his hand to tell her to close the fucking door before Yami would notice anything. Once that problem was dealt with and they were alone again, he quickly refocused his attention on the sole thing in his room that deserved it, rejoining in the echoing of their heavy panting and moaning, ignoring the throbbing pain of his back from being fucked on a table. Nothing was going to ruin this moment. Not this fucking table, and definitely not the intrusion from his colleague.

"Oh shit, oh shit I'm coming!" Yami groaned loudly

"Oh no you're not! Not yet!"

One could almost think it was funny to see the anger on Yugi's face when Yami yelled those words, determined to not let this moment be over because Yami couldn't hold back his seed any longer. He grabbed on tight to the singer, piercing his nails in the naked skin of his butt and slamming forth with the rhythm of their pounding, urging Yami to ram in hard a few more times before finishing, the remaining stuff on the table falling to the ground because of the vibrations. Yami cried hard in Yugi's ear when he felt the first jolts of his climax arrive and willingly welcome the explosion between his legs, or rather between Yugi's. The action in itself made Yugi come along with him soon after, earning a few more pressing pushes on that sensitive spot while doing so and exclaiming the release of his orgasm in loud, fitting cries of pleasure. Their voices slowly died down while the fire in their stomachs did too, exchanging it for aching muscles and throbbing members, defeated by how fast and intense things had developed. It was a short, awkward moment of disappointment once their culmination had come, now back to the reality of the moment upon realizing what the fuck had happened and how. Once Yugi remembered those ugly pipes at the ceiling belonged to the staff member room, his eyes turned as wide as dinner-plates, lips caught in a tight curve. If it wasn't for Yami panting in his ear, he would've almost thought this had been a good and yet bad dream.

Yami was surprised, to say the least, by Yugi's sudden pushing. He reframed from his position to give the cashier more space but hadn't expected him to instantly get up and collect his clothes. He thought about saying something, but decided by the distant look on Yugi's face that perhaps it was best not to, instead deciding to pull up his pants and tug away his privates, even if they were clad in seamen and by no means, clean enough to do so. It was actually a rather nasty feeling to pull up the zipper of his pants, feeling the stickiness of his cum brush against his briefs.

"Fuck," Yugi hissed while trying to wipe away some of the leaking cum from his ass with tissues, not really effective but at least better then nothing. He cursed again when he noticed the stain of his own seamen on his apron, leaving an enormous white blob on it that he couldn't wipe away that easily.

At the very least, Yami attempted to start a conversation, but was quickly hushed by the teenager who peaked through the door to see if there was anyone out there.

"You leave first, I'll go later," he said, almost demanded, while glaring at Yami as if he didn't trust him for a bit. The command was met by a shocked face on the singer's behalf, that a bit later turned into passive acknowledgment. He decided to leave it there, knowing how these things usually ended. This wasn't much different from a one night stand after all.

"No one knows about this." Yugi stated once Yami walked out of the door. The Egyptian turned around to grant the teenager a look of his puzzles expression, but the door was shut in his face without even a last glance of the younger boy. Yami couldn't remember the last time he had been this disappointed. This kid, he wondered if he were any different from all those hysterical fangirls who would kill to get even ten minutes with him alone. He had to admit that it was the first time he had fucked someone so recklessly, but it didn't change the fact that he felt somewhat used. Bitter by the experience, as amazing as it had felt prior, Yami turned around and walked away with a worried frown on his face. He noticed the stare of a blonde girl with bangs and glasses but ignored her and instead collected his now cold coffee, leaving soon after.

Two minutes later, Yugi left the staff room and walked, as if it were any other day, toward the counter where he stood stiffly next to his colleague, looking in front of him as to not meet her gaze.

"Feeling better now?" She teased and eyed Yugi knowingly, walking around him to finally go change and head home.

"Much," Yugi responded with the necessary pretentiousness in his tone, even if the underlying tone of it all screamed out how embarrassed he was by the entire situation. A customer walked up to the counter with a soda and a bag of crisps in his hand, welcomed by the usual familiar smile on the cashier's face.

Two days later arrived quicker than expected. Yugi had invited Anzu to the concert to which she had happily agreed although it did rise some questions as to how he had come to collect those tickets. He told her the story with some important details left out (you know which one), in no mood to start a fight between them if Anzu ever found out what had really happened. So they packed their bags and took a train, sleeping over at Anzu's uncle's house for the night, and went to the concert later during the evening. Upon witnessing the concert however, something was strangely off.

Yami's singing was bad.

Not that his voice sounded bad or anything, but he missed some crucial notes and, well, you didn't have to be a musical expert to know the performance was, as previously stated, bad.

However, Yugi did enjoy the concert. He enjoyed watching Yami and the other members of the band performing on stage, liked watching them while they poured their hearts out in front of the audience, and no one really seemed to be bothered by it either. Black Osiris' fans would not be disappointed and perhaps the local newspaper would review this one concert negatively, they had had more than enough amazing performances to outshine this one.

When the show was over, Yugi and Anzu once again pushed their way through backstage to meet with the band. Yugi was anxious however. He could not tell how their reunion would affect whatever it was between him and Yami. To be fair, it still took him a lot of effort to realize what had actually happened between them. Having screwed the frontsinger of Black Osiris just seemed a way off bet dream before all this, intangible in every form. What if Yami didn't recognize him again? What if things just got as awkward as the moment they had separated last time? Did he really want to possibly vanish the memories he had now freshly experienced to be replaced by a possible bad one just because he thinks he has this very slim chance of gaining something more out of it? As if someone like Yami Sennen would ever date a commoner like Yugi Mutou.

"Yugi?"

The said boy looked up, meeting Anzu's questioning gaze who stood in front of the closed door, her hand resting on the door knob to enter. She noticed the shift of mood in those violet eyes, wondering what had been up with her friend the entire evening.

Yugi returned the look with a smile, as if silently assuring her that everything was fine even if it wasn't. He didn't want to ruin this moment for Anzu. Not after he had tried so hard to talk her into this. She had been rather reluctant about the whole thing, but Yugi had assured her Yami wasn't the prick they had met the first time. But could he really confirm that?

Upon entering, Akefia sat in the same fashion like last time in the couch, playing on his guitar, engrossed by the practice while Malik sat across from him. He looked rather annoyed and seemed to be in conversation with Yami who was standing in the middle of the room, head hung low while pacing up and down nervously with a contemplating look. He hadn't even noticed the two entering the room.

"Hye," Yugi began awkwardly to Malik, whom had turned his head to look at the odd pair which he, very hesitantly, seemed to recognize. Akefia payed them no mind once again, while Malik nodded rigidly and immediately returned his gaze to his troubling friend.

"Come on Yami, it wasn't that bad."

"Fuck off, Malik," Yami spat and flew his arms in the air. "It sucked big time. I sucked big time. Stop talking to me like a baby."

While rolling his eyes, Malik watched how Yami crouched down to search between the different bottles of liquor and deciding upon which he was in the mood for today. He grabbed a random bottle, popped it open and began drinking it eagerly as if holding a bottle of water to his lips, gulping down every bit of burning alcohol. It was only after several exaggerating clearings of one's throat on Malik's part that Yami finally turned around and noticed his visitors.

"Backstage boy," he confirmed and looked over at him, smirking with those alluring eyes that took Yugi right back to the staff room. He returned a forced smile, cheeks turning pink as Yami fluttered his eyes toward his direction. "Good to see you."

While Anzu stood beside him with a confused and suspicious look on her face, Yugi managed to acknowledge him with an earnest smile. Yami seemed, aside from being a little flirty, to act just like Yugi had talked to him in the store, which relieved him.

The two Japanese took a seat around the coffee table after being offered a drink by a waiter but reclining it. Yami was insistent on them sitting while he pondered around some more with a weary look on his face, earning another annoyed sigh from the drummer that didn't go unnoticed to Yugi. He was actually getting nervous by Yami's tampering himself, as if he wasn't already enough, sensing the agitation in Anzu's eyes. It was only after moments of silence, in which Anzu had picked up the conversation with the drummer from last time, that Yami took a seat next to Yugi, their legs briefly brushing against one another. The moment in which Yugi slightly flinched by the innocent touch, he quickly tried to hide the redness sparking his cheeks and Yami sincerely looked him in the eyes, smiling himself that the touch had so much affect on Yugi.

"Did you like the concert?" Yami asked, one leg resting over the other as he began pouring out the liquor in a crystal glass. He offered a second one to Yugi, but again he reclined.

"It was good," he smiled back, watching how Yami chucked down the whole glass in one go, putting it aside and grabbing the second one he had poured out for Yugi.

"You don't have to lie to me," Yami answered, sighed matter-of-factly, heavily while drinking away his troubles. Luckily, this time he didn't drink up the entire glass at once, but by the look of things he had already worked his way through one third of the bottle in just minutes. "It was terrible."

"I thought it was alri –"

Yami intervened in Yugi's remark, having no intention to listen to any more condolences as if he was a child whom had lost his first game of football. "It's because I didn't drink."

That didn't make much sense to Yugi. Wasn't it usually the other way around? He'd gone to plenty of other band concerts and the only bad ones he remembered were where the singer was drunk, which had happened on occasion. The statement, in which Yami stated it so submittedly, made Yugi's heart cringe.

"Aren't you exaggerating a bit?" Yugi asked, trying to lighten the mood. However, he was abruptly intervened by the taller guitarist who, for the first time that evening, had finally acknowledged the two persons in the room.

"It's true. He fucking sucks when he's nervous." The grin that sheared across his face made Yugi's lips twitch in an affected frown. Akefia was obviously not helping the problem at hand and although Yugi could sense the ease with which Yami dealt with his friend's remark as if being used to it his entire life, Yugi could not hide how it had turned him on edge.

Yami placed his hand on the smaller one's shoulder to draw his attention back to him, seeing the defensive glare flaming in Yugi's eyes and ready to take out at the guitarist. When meeting those crimson orbs again, Yugi's feelings of rage melted away in a large puddle. He recognized the look Yami gave him as to ignore the man's blunt statement and instead focus on their private conversation at hand.

"If you knew this would've happened, then why didn't you just –"

Yugi stopped his sentence mid-way, understanding that his question was perhaps a tad too rude and straightforward. However, he earned a chuckle from the Egyptian when understanding what Yugi had been about to ask before regretting his own words, not feeling offended by the inquiry at all.

"I wanted to, stay sober, you know? Cause I knew you'd be here."

Ah. Yugi could not describe how those words swayed right through the core of his heart. If this wasn't the most romantic thing he would ever hear, than he'd have to grow older than expected. Yami had been looking forward to seeing him, he had been anticipating his visit and had purposefully evaded his drinking-habit because he didn't want to disappoint Yugi. It flattered Yugi so much that he'd almost forget Yami was drinking away his troubles right now, in front of him, without so much as a hint of regret.

Yami's gaze looked afar, tangled up in a distant thought that Yugi did not want to disturb. His eyes hinted the softest of troubling of which Yami had no idea how to handle, so instead he had decided to drink now as if to make it up for not having drunk before the concert. It had always been his way of dealing with things, it made everything a lot easier. But no one could really find out about that. Only Malik and Akefia knew how socially incapable Yami was while interacting, and how the alcohol burned away his nerves before a concert or interview, improving his performances every time he did. How he had grown accustomed to it, how it had turned his life upside down and how he became dependent on it. So much that he couldn't even remember what it was like to talk to people without the effect of alcohol on his brain. No, easier wasn't the right word, it made everything more bearable.

Yugi watched wildly with worry when that last glass was gulped down his throat and the musician began pouring himself another drink, now halfway through the bottle in only five minutes. Meanwhile, four women with backstage passes walked in the room, standing awkwardly at the door with obvious suppressed excitement to appear assertive. Akefia took the leisure of entertaining the women since Yami was so preoccupied with his new crush, finally getting the opportunity himself to perhaps get laid tonight now that competition was out of the way. It flattered Yugi that Yami paid the women no mind, in fact, his eyes were still steadfast on Yugi with a glistening spark dazzling around them, blinking his eyes like a butterfly while his cheeks were an inconspicuous pink that had latched itself on him without he realized it. Yugi wondered if he looked as much as a teenager whom had fallen head over heels like Yami did, cause he sure acted like one even if it wasn't his intention.

"Let's talk about something else," Yami smiled and put his glass aside, his eyes now fixed on the beauty before him and completely engrossed by their conversation. "I wanna get to know you."

In the many questions that followed on Yami's behalf, Yugi tried hard to suppress the flirting glares he exchanged with the musician unknowingly. Their talk was so pleasant and, although there were other people in the room, including two other backstage women whom were glaring jealously at Yugi, the conversation felt so private and secretive it felt like they were trying to kiss each other behind the teacher's back.

"Tell me what you like to do. I wanna know what makes you happy."

The way Yami spoke those words, almost hungrily, awaiting the response from his date in eagerness that he was certain would not disappoint him, it made Yugi quiver. "I like to read."

Yami rose a brow, at which Yugi chuckled and hid his face by glancing sideways. "It allows me to live a life that isn't mine."

"That's beautiful," Yami smiled back, his eyelids dropping halfway to make his appearance even more sensual than before, although he didn't really try. He just didn't really have to to make Yugi swoon like that. "Tell me more. Everything."

The chuckles, smiles and laughs they shared were sincere and warm, adding to that the soothing, baritone voice of Yami and Yugi could practically feel himself melting in those arms. They touched briefly once in a while, 'accidentally' bumping their legs against each other or stroking their hands. Their intimate conversation lasted for another good half hour, until...

The alcohol had reached Yami's brain and was now an in-effectuate, fucked up mess of incoherence and delirious thoughts.

Yami was becoming annoying. He laughed uncontrollably and became a bit too touchy. His movements grew frantic and overdramatic while his answers were the complete opposite, not making much sense and slow. Yugi felt Anzu's eyes watching them as Yami secured his head against Yugi's shoulder while laughing, sneakily sliding his arms around his back and diving in for a hug, a broad and drunken smile on his face while holding the teen.

"We should totally do it again." Yami whispered teasingly in Yugi's ear. The Japanese's eyes turned worriedly behind him to see if Anzu had heard anything, but she seemed not to, although she was paying more attention to them than the drummer sitting next to her and talking.

Starting to feel uncomfortable, Yugi pushed the musician off as to not let this escalate any further, after all he knew what kind of affect Yami had on him physically. He was growing tired of Yami's annoying behaviour while he had enjoyed talking to him prior, and this left him puzzled as to how to react to Yami's inquiries.

"Hey Yugi," Anzu had gotten up to stand next to her friend, tugging a strand of hair behind her ear while watching the drunk singer rocking left to right in an attempt to sit straight. He was obviously unaware that Yugi had pushed him away. "Let's go, I don't like it here anymore," she spoke softly and turned her gaze to the drummer whom sat, agitated, with crossed arms in the couch, defeated that again he had failed to flirt a girl into his bed. As she returned her gaze to her friend, Yugi did not even bother to return her gaze but was instead focused on the drunk mess sitting next to him and failing hard to reach for his glass of booze.

"I... think I'm gonna stay here for a while." Yugi answered while watching intently, a look of passiveness spreading across his face as if watching an animal struggling to get out of a locked cage. He did not notice how Anzu had felt insulted by his lack of response and her immediate departure after that, neither did he see how Malik had managed to snag away one of the girls whom had been sitting around Akefia the entire time, starting a make-out session in the seat next to him. Hell, he didn't even notice how Akefia had slipped his hands underneath the girl's shirt who was sitting on his lap and dry-humping him like a dog. When he did notice this however, his demeanor suddenly changed. Yugi felt like a Sunday slut on the streets of New York, waiting for the first man who'd come by to pick him up for a quick fuck. He felt absolutely, fucking disgusting, and yet he could not bring himself to leave, not with Yami so pathetically falling in his arms like this, uncontrollably swinging his arms in the air and back around Yugi's waist where he much preferred them to be, before muffling his face in Yugi's crotch and starting to unbuckle his belt.

"For fuck's sake, Yami!" Yugi yelled and got up, immediately adjusting his belt with the flustered look on his face. Even if he was slightly turned on by those actions, he was pissed off to say the least.

"Wait what, no fuckn'?" Yami slurred out the words with his hardest effort, crawling out of the sofa to stand in front of Yugi, nearly bending through his knees while doing so but, eventually, succeeding. "Cm'on, Yug', just s'm fun."

"I said no!" He pushed Yami away again while having slipped his hands around him once more, anger broiling in his stomach. He was not another pin-up girl Yami could fuck whenever he felt like it. It might've been his lifelong dream before, but now Yugi just couldn't tell right from wrong anymore. If this was what it meant to be a 'groupie', Yami could stick it right up his ass for all he cared. "You're fucking drunk and I'm not buying this shit."

"Pfft-" Yami snorted and dropped himself on the couch. He eyed one of the girls sitting all alone around the guitarist watching everyone make out, and curled his finger as to coax her into coming closer. The girl, uncomfortable at first, but soon after replaced with steadfast determination, hurried over to the singer and took a seat next to him. As quickly as Yugi had blown Yami off, Yami dove in for a sloppy kiss with the girl and French-kissed her on purpose to make Yugi jealous.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

The ministration, even if it was just a playful act on Yami's behalf in which he, at least during this moment, did not see the problems with, provoked a fuming response from the Japanese. So much, that Yugi did the first thing that came to his head as an act of revenge. He took the bottle of remaining liquor, opened it and poured it out on both the girl and Yami, tossing the empty bottle aside once satisfied and walked away after earning a scream of the girl and Yami yelling in disgust. He slammed the door shut behind him as if abruptly ending a chapter in his life. During that night, Yugi made a difficult decision that yet was made within a matter of seconds. He was going to burn every fucking thing he had from Black Osiris once he would return home.

I hoped you enjoyed reading chapter 2, it was fun to write and is (for now) a lot lighter than my other fics i've been writing, so it's a nice change in mood.

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