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Title: Identity
(1/?)
Author:
Ykarzel
Rating:
NC-17
Pairings:
S/J, eventually (I promise). Probably action with OCs first,
on both sides.
Beta: Jennie
B, whom I�ve been passionately in love with for six years. ^-^
Spoilers:
None
Disclaimer:
I don�t own Yugioh, or anything for that matter. I
don�t make any money, let alone from writing smut.
Word Count: 3872
Summary:
High school is over. Joey, off to college, can hardly keep up with the changes
in his life. Seto, having already achieved so much, finds his life stale.
AN: I�m
reverting back to dub names here, because I want this one to take place in
America. Lots of OCs � why? Cause I�m trying to prep
and lube my original work for easy penetration.
Chapter 1

Joey sat
down the stuffed backpack with a sigh.�
�I think that�s the last of it!�

Tristan
poked his head back in the room. �Not yet.� He walked in and handed Joey a
stack of spiral notebooks. �That�s from my mom.�� From his other hand, he passed Joey a six
pack. �That�s from my dad.�

Joey
snickered. �He knows I don�t drink, right?�

Tristan
rolled his eyes. �Sure, you say that now. We�ll see what you think after a week
of college. Just don�t tell Mom; she�ll kill him.�

Joey
laughed. �It�ll make a nice peace offering to the roommate.�

�God, it�s kinda small isn�t it? For two?�
Tristan asked as he looked around.

�You really
think yours is gonna be any better?�

�Hey, at
least I get my own space in the suite. It�ll probably be smaller, but I don�t
have to share it with a stranger.�

Joey
grinned, taking in his room and his loft. It was small, yes, and with only one
window. He�d hoped for a corner dorm, to get more light,
but it hadn�t worked out.� It had two
lofts against either wall; ingenious pieces of furniture that lifted the beds
in the air with a bookshelf and a dresser, while the space created underneath
them housed a desk.� Beside each loft was
a free standing closet, small but tall enough that the top of it came even with
the raised bed, creating an instant bedside table.� Between the two there was very little room,
less when one considered that the two chairs at the desks would have people in
them. Against the wall that did not have the furniture, Joey had put the mini
fridge, which would also serve to hold up the television his roommate was
bringing.

�Thanks
again for the fridge, Tris'. You sure you don�t need
it?�

�Nah,� he
said, taking the beer back and putting it away.�
�Our suite has a full one in it, and I don�t need another.� My gramps would rather somebody used it than
return it.�

Joey sighed
contentedly, unable to remove the grin from his face. �I never thought I�d make
it here, Bud.�

Tristan grinned right back.�
�Neither did anybody else, man. You sure showed them!�

For his
first three years of high school, Joey had never really thought past the
moment. Concerned with doing only enough work to pass so he could stay with his
friends, and paying enough attention to stay out of detention - sometimes -
he'd earned C's and D's in most of his classes. Not until his senior year did
he start to wonder what he was going to do when his friends graduated and went
on to better things.� He started to
wonder if he really could do it, or if his three years without effort had
stabbed him in the foot.

�You helped,
Bud. Couldn'ta done it without you.�

He�d
practically moved in with Tristan his senior year, working tirelessly to ensure
straight A�s, hoping to pull his GPA up enough to salvage it. It helped a
little, and two very nerve wracking standardized tests helped even more.� Still, Joey wasn�t under an illusion � he
knew his saving grace had been his essay and his interview.

It still
galled him to know that some peon in admissions knew more about his past than
he�d even openly admitted to Tristan. But he knew his story could tug
heartstrings � a child gang member, resisting the temptation of drugs and
crime, overcoming financial and family obstacles in an attempt to make
something out of himself. Seriously, he ought to write
a book and go on Oprah.� The essay,
combined with an interview he knew he'd nailed when he brought the woman to
tears, in addition to the abrupt turnaround his grades had made, had gotten him
into one school, Domino University.

�No, you�d
have gotten here somehow,� Tristan said, running a hand over his hair. �You
were so determined, if you hadn�t gotten in you would have just showed up and
refused to leave.�

Joey
snickered. �Well, I got here. I�ll be paying for it for the next twenty years,
but I�m here.�

Getting in
had only been the first hurdle; paying for it had been the second. Luckily, his
mother�s estrangement and his father�s lack of reliable income had qualified
him for a great deal of financial aid.�
In addition, he had qualified for two loans. When his father had flat
out refused to take out a parent loan, after an embarrassing phone call with
the school, his financial aid advisor had cleared him for a third. It still
hadn�t been enough to cover tuition and room and board, and Joey had been very
worried that he would have to live at home and commute � not something he
wanted to do.

However, at
the last minute, he�d been chosen for a small grant from one of the college's
benefactors. That, combined with most of his earnings from his summer job, had
been enough.

�Shit, Joey,
I almost can�t believe this is happening.�

Joey
grinned, and reached over to give his best friend an awkward one-armed
man-hug.� �Well, you and I are the last
two; everybody else is already gone. Thanks for driving me up here, by the way.
I really appreciate it.�

Tristan
waved his thanks away.� �Don�t worry
about it. I should probably get going, though; Mom is freaking out that I�m not
done packing.��

Joey nodded,
and walked with him to the door.� �I�m
sorry I won�t be there to see you on the plane tomorrow.� I�d come, but I have orientation.�

Tristan
smiled. �Don�t worry about it, Joey. Mom�s just going to cry a lot anyway.�

�Alright,�
Joey said, stopping at the doorway. �So I guess I�ll see you, when? Thanksgiving?�

Tristan
inhaled deeply, and then nodded. Both stared at each other for a moment, not
sure how to express how they felt without being sissies.� �We�ll keep in touch, just email me.� Joey
nodded. Tristan started to turn, and then hesitated. �Could you keep an eye on
Mom for me? Try to get over there for dinner when you can? She�s really a mess
about losing her only kid.�

Joey
grinned. �Free food? You bet, Tris'. I�ll let her
baby me once in a while.�

Tristan
nodded, smiled, and then took a definite step away from the door.� �Goodbye, man.�

Joey waved.
�See ya.�� He
stepped back into the room and shut the door, trying to ignore the way his
stomach churned from nerves and emotions.

Taking a
deep breath, he looked around the room again, trying to decide which loft he
wanted to claim. The walls were all chalk white, and riddled with holes from
previous occupants.� He reflected that he
would really need to invest in some posters, or come up with some kind of
color.

He turned
back around at the sound of a key in the door, and awkwardly waited for it to
open.� The door swung open to reveal a
tall, thin brunette. He was wearing a tight, dark pair of jeans and a black tee
that said in white letters �Your proctologist called, they found your
head�.� Under his arm were tucked a few
long tubes, obviously holding posters, and a black backpack was slung from his
shoulder.

�Hey,� Joey
said, a hand coming up behind his neck as he tried not to feel awkward. �Right
or left?� he asked, gesturing to the two lofts.
The other
boy raised an eyebrow, remaining silent for a moment as he stared at Joey.� �Well,� he said slowly, and Joey noticed
right away that his voice was cool and high. �I�m left handed,
I dress to the left, and left winged.�

�Ah,� Joey
said, trying to quickly make sense of that, but pretty sure his new roommate
had just told him which side his dick was on.
The brunette
smirked. �But I think I�ll sleep on the right. I keep odd hours; you�ll want me
near the door.�

�Sure,� Joey
said, grabbing his bags and moving them toward the left side of the room.

�So, they
stuck me with a freshie.�

Joey�s eyes
widened. �You�re not?�

The other
man snorted, setting his posters down on his desk. He offered his hand to Joey.
�I�m Austin,� he said. �Austin Bradley.�
Joey took
his hand awkwardly. �Joey Wheeler.�

Austin
snorted again, and then smiled. Joey noticed he had a soft smile, but still
cool somehow. �What are you, five? What�s wrong with Joseph?�

Joey
shrugged in embarrassment. �I�ve just always gone by Joey.�

�That�s the
best part about college, kid. You don�t have to go with what you�ve always
done.� He walked towards the door, waving for Joey to follow. �Come on, Joseph.
Let�s get the TV out of my car.�

Joey
followed Austin out of the room, unsure if he should lock their door with all
his things in it, but settling for just closing it behind him. Austin�s silver
Audi TT Roadster was parked right up against the curb, bypassing all the
parking spaces and the loading area.�

"Here,"
Austin said, handing Joey a bag. Joey slung it over his shoulder, and watched
as Austin did the same with another bag. He bent over to reach into the
passenger seat of the car, giving Joey quite an eyeful of a tight denim ass. He
slid the television out to the edge of the seat. It was fairly large, but boxy.
Joey jumped back when Austin hefted it into the air, then jumped forward help
take half the weight.

It wasn't
heavy, but it was awkward. Joey followed Austin's orders as they worked it up
to the third floor, afraid to mess something up and drop it. When they finally
got it to the room, Austin sat the television on the floor.�

"Um,
did you want to put it on top the fridge?"�

"Nah, I
don't want you to break it when you move out," Austin replied as he set
his bags down.

"Move
out?" Joey asked.

"Mmm," Austin replied, noncommittally. He moved over to
take his bag from Joey, and tossed it on the floor. Then, causally, he leaned
forward and placed an arm on either side of Joey's head, effectively trapping
him against the dresser to his loft.��

"Uh,"
Joey said intelligently, unsure about the abrupt turn of events. Austin
smirked, and leaned in. His face was inches away from Joey�s, and the blonde
found himself pinned by a pair of bright green eyes.

"I have
some rules about who I live with, Joseph. I don't live
with anybody I have slept with, anybody I am sleeping with, or anybody I intend
to sleep with. That, and the seeming reluctance for straight boys to live with
me, has left me alone in a dorm since my freshman year. So, if you want to go
run to your parents and the administration and tell them about how your gay
roommate accosted you, I have the numbers for you to call to have you in a new
room before sunset."

He pulled
away then, leaving a very stunned Joey still plastered against the dresser. His
mind was racing, every horrific scenario he'd imagined about his roommate was
nothing compared to this.

"Did
you, ah, want me to move out, then? Or, can I stay?"

Austin's
stance shifted, his hip pitching forward and arms crossing as one delicate
eyebrow arched. "You queer?"

"Uh,"
Joey answered, blushing and feeling extremely awkward. "I mean," he
trailed off.

Austin waved
a dismissive hand. "Fancy that. Three years of having a double to myself,
and senior year I land myself a questioning freshie.
No, you don't ~have~ to leave. I�m not kicking you out of your own room.�

Joey took a
deep breath and tried to get his mental feet back under him. He knelt down and
lifted the television on top of the waist high fridge. Then something occurred
to him. "You waited to do that until I helped you get the TV up
here."

Austin was
already opening one of his bags and emptying clothes into his dresser. "Yep. I made that mistake last year. It took me several
hours before I found a freshie to trick into helping
me."� Joey chuckled, already warming
to Austin's flippant attitude. "So, that toasty piece I saw coming out of
the room before I got here, he yours?"

"Uh,"
Joey said as he blushed. "That was Tristan; he's my best friend. I don't
think he swings that way, actually. And he leaves for college tomorrow. He�s
going north."

"Huh,"
Austin said. �That�s a shame. You'll have to bring him around to visit."

Joey blushed
but laughed. He wondered how Tristan would react to Austin � probably with even
less grace than Joey was managing.� He
turned his attention to his things, grabbing the huge bag of clothes and
starting to throw them in his dresser drawers.

There was a
knock at the doorway of their still open door. Joey, still a bit jumpy from
nerves and Austin�s advances, spun around. Standing there was an older boy,
looking slightly harassed. His glasses sat slightly crooked, and his hair was
mussed in a way that spoke of hard physical work. Joey thought he�d seen him
earlier, helping people unload cars. He was wearing a bright red shirt that
said DU RA in big block letters.

�Austin, you
have to move your car, you asshole.� He glanced over at Joey and sighed. �Why
didn�t you just apply for a single? Having to move your roommate out every year
is a pain in the ass.�

Austin
pitched a pair of rolled socks at him, which hit the doorway and bounced back
in the room.� The other man didn�t even
flinch. �Why apply for a tiny hole in the wall single when I can score a huge
double for myself? It worked for three years. But don�t get your panties in a
twist, Jim, this one isn�t afraid of me. Right,
Joseph?�
�Eh, right,�
Joey answered, running a hand through his hair and avoiding looking at either
of them.

Jim snorted
softly. �Sure. He might not be running away from you, but he�s still afraid of
you.�

�M'not,� Joey muttered, going back to his clothes.

�How about
this, Austin; you manage to keep him from running to my boss for a new room,
and I�ll get you an RA parking pass for the year.�

�Deal,�
Austin said instantly, looking up and grinning.

Jim rolled
his eyes and turned his attention Joey, who was studiously not paying attention
to them. Jim watched him for a minute. �That includes seducing him and breaking
his heart.�

Joey turned
red, wishing people would stop talking about him when he was right there but
unsure of what to do about it without giving a bad first impression.

�Come on,
Jim, you know I don�t live with anybody I�m sleeping with. It gets all domestic
and chummy; gross. Besides, I also don�t rob cradles.�

Joey just
barely managed to bite back a �hey!� remembering at the last instant that it
wasn�t something he really wanted to object to.
�Whatever
you say, Austin,� he answered with a shake of his head.� �Joseph, if you need
anything, I�m your RA, and I live across the hall. Don�t let Austin get
to you, he�s actually a nice guy.� Austin snorted.� �Sometimes,� Jim amended.

�Thanks,�
Joey said belatedly, as Jim had already left the doorway. Austin had followed
him out, car keys twirling around his finger.

Joey grabbed
the huge bag he had stuffed with linens. He found making up the bed to be very
awkward, what with climbing up the ladder and having no choice but to be on top
of the bed while he put the sheets on. He was still struggling with it when
Austin came back. The brunette sat his bundles on the floor, and then walked
over to Joey�s loft. He lifted the bed railing right off, and propped it in a
corner.� This made the mattress much
easier to get to, and he helped Joey finish making the bed.

�Thanks,�
Joey said awkwardly.

Austin
studied him for a long moment, and then turned away. �Jim�s a great guy,� he
said conversationally. �I�ve known him all four years.� Straight, though. Even when he�s trashed, I
haven�t managed to coax him past a kiss or two. A bit of a
nerd. Computer science major.�

Joey climbed
down to get the last of his bedding. He tossed the comforter and pillows up on
the bed, figuring he could finish making it when he was ready to sleep in it.
Austin had already started on his own, and was making
a much quicker job of it than Joey had.

�What�s your
major?� Joey asked, moving on to more of his personal items.

�Humanities,�
Austin answered. �Which is nice way of saying that I don�t
give a shit.�

Joey
blinked. He�d worked so hard to get there; he couldn�t imagine not giving a
shit.

�Where�s
your computer?� Austin asked as he unpacked his own laptop.

�Erm,� Joey said as he sat down at his desk. �I figured I�d
just use the library.� I managed to save
up some money, but a computer would use all of it up.�

Austin
turned to look at Joey, his head cocking to the side.� �Are you putting yourself through school?�

Joey nodded,
and rather than feeling shame as he might have once, he felt a small sense of
pride.

�Hn, I�ll see what I can do.�

�What you
can do?�

Austin
smirked. �Well, I could call my parents, tell them my computer had a tragic
accident during the move today, and buy you one.� Joey felt his stomach fall
out and Austin rolled his eyes when he saw him go pale.� �But, as I suspected, that would offend you.
But Jim works in IT; he can probably get you one that isn�t too battered.�

Austin
picked up the ancient receiver to the telephone attached to the wall. �You can
call any room in the building just by dialing the room number.� He turned his
attention to the phone.� �Hey beautiful.�� He
smirked.� �But across the hall is ~so~
far away. No, I do actually have a reason. The kid doesn�t have a computer.
Anything you can do?� He paused for a minute, listening, and then looked over
at Joey. �Joseph, are you any good at laundry?�

Joey nodded.
He�d been doing his own laundry for as long as he could remember.�� Alright, Jamesy,
it�s a deal. Bring it over whenever.� He hung up and turned to Joey.� �You�re going to do his laundry for a month,
and he�s going to lend you a computer for the year.�

�Um, thanks,
Austin.�

�Don�t
mention it, kid. You�re my roommate, Joseph, and that means I�m responsible for
you.�� Joey blinked, not sure how
comfortable he was with that.

�So you
could just call your parents and get a new computer?� Joey asked. The only
person he�d ever known with that kind of money was Kaiba.

�Yes.� They�re loaded, but I don�t see much of it. I
get a monthly allowance and a credit card for anything school related.� I don�t see any of my inheritance until I
graduate and �prove myself,� which is my dad�s way of saying get a job and stop
being a fag.�

"Are
you gonna?"

Austin
snorted. "Going to have to � get a job anyway, as I'll never stop being a
fag. He's coming around about it though."

"So why
didn't you go, I dunno..."

"Somewhere
fancy? Hmph. I didn't want to go to college in the first place; I'm not
going to waste my inheritance and my time going somewhere expensive and
difficult. It�s easy here, I don't have to waste a lot of my time studying, and
it's cheap."

There was a
knock at the door to announce Jim again. He didn't wait for them to answer to
come in. "She's not new," he said warningly, setting a slightly
battered laptop on Joey's desk. "And I haven't managed to score the part
to fix the sound yet. But it�s a new battery, and it'll last you a good five
hours. Wifi works, so you're already connected to the
campus net."

Joey stared
at the computer, realizing that he now had the ability to talk to his friends
whenever he wanted. "Thanks," he choked.

Jim smiled
at him, his glasses slipping down slightly. "It�s just a loan. Though, if
you can get Austin to do my laundry for a month, I'll let you keep it."

Austin, who
was up in his bed arranging the top of his closet, threw a pillow at Jim, who
caught it. �You just get off on seeing me act like a woman, don�t you? Straight
men are so disgusting.�

Jim�s nose
curled but he smiled. �No, I just enjoy taking you down a peg once in a while.�

Austin sat
up on his bed, crossing his legs. His hair nearly brushed the ceiling.
�Alright, it�s a deal. I�ll do your laundry for a month, and you give Joseph
the thing, for keeps.�

�Done,� Jim
said, smiling brilliantly and pushing his glasses back
up. He passed the pillow he was holding to Joey. �Let me know if you have any problems
with it.� Austin flipped him off as he started to walk out. �You wish, Austin,�
he replied, pulling the door shut behind him.

�Austin,�
Joey said slowly, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

�Don�t
worry, kid. You�re going to be doing my laundry.�

Joey sighed,
feeling overwhelmed. He turned back to his things, and started unpacking his
school supplies into his desk. Austin had moved to putting his posters on the
walls around his bed. The first was a Calvin Klein underwear model with a
package so big it looked like an elephant trunk.

�Tell me
about you, Joseph.�

�Eh,� Joey
said, stuffing the notebooks from Tristan�s mom in a drawer.� He pulled the last bag to him. �What do you
want to know?�

�What do you
like? What do you do? What are you here for?�

Joey thought
about that as he unzipped the bag. Inside, nestled on top, was his deck. He
picked it up, tapping the back of the top card, knowing instinctively that it
was his Red Eyes underneath. He glanced over at Austin, who had moved on to his
second poster, this one a black and white picture of a topless male Abercrombie
model in front of an American flag.

He
hesitated, and then sighed. Opening his desk drawer, he slid his deck into the
back of it, carefully setting the spiral notebooks in front of it to protect
it. He slid the drawer closed again and turned around to find Austin staring at
him.� He blushed, feeling caught.�
�Well?�
Austin said.

Joey tried
to remember what he�d been asked. �Oh, eh, I don�t know yet. What I want to
study here, that is. There isn�t that much to know about me. I�m kinda a fuck up.�

Austin
laughed. �That makes two of us, kid.�

Joey smiled
back; feeling slightly less overwhelmed, and went back to unpacking and
returning Austin�s banter.

[End notes:
Next chapter is about Seto. I hope I managed to keep you interested, despite
how much screen time the OCs get. It shouldn�t be so bad in the future, but the
entire point was that Joey was overwhelmed by Austin, and it translated to
Austin overwhelming the chapter. Special thanks to Jenn,
for picking the car, and Austin�s name. Special thanks to Brittany, for the
daily ego boosts.]
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