Rush

Rush


Chapter Three: Angry


Angry is by Matchbox Twenty, Tai‘s favorite band in the world. ^-^ Which reminds me, I have to put the Fear lyrics in the last chapter. And thanks everyone who responded to my Yugi question. I’ve decided to have a question of the day…err…week…lets go for chapter. *Sweatdrop* It’s at the bottom, so you have to read the fic first. ^-^


Seto followed behind Bakura at a less illegal pace and was less then surprised to watch Bakura pick up some…person at a bus stop. He had no shame. Then again, someone in their band had to use the fame to their advantage he supposed, since Duke, Yugi, and Yami were already in relationships and he was too busy to do much dating. It had been that way all his life, since his father had died and left Mokuba in his care.

He shook his head, pushing away the memories and reached for a CD. Some American band. It was Mokuba’s CD, but it wasn’t bad. So…he was borrowing it. He pushed it in and looked up, surprised to see a lone figure still at the bus stop. A blond by the looks of it, clad in all black.

So scream you, out from behind the bitter ache Heavy on the memory, you need most still want love, ugly, smooth and delicate not without affection, not alone

Looked like Bakura’s latest friend had left someone behind. Normally Seto wouldn’t care in the least what went on around him, he was a pretty apathic person to be honest, but he had to admit that was pretty messed up.

Oh well, he sure as hell didn’t intend to do anything about it. He was about to drive past when he found himself looking out of the window to get a good look at the blond. He noted the black streaks and the makeup, as well as the clothing. But mostly he saw wide amber eyes, holding fear mingled with annoyance, probably at his friend.

His eyes were really…breathtaking to be truthful, warm and pure, but hiding pain and secrets all at the same time. Seto liked to think you could tell a lot about a person from their eyes, but all he learned from meeting that honey colored gaze was that he wanted to know more.

So he stopped.
And instead of wishing that it would get better man you're seeing that you just get angrier

Jou stared at the keys in his hand and watched them glint in the dim lamplight before sighing and shoving them into his pockets. Who was he kidding; there was no sense into going to Ryou’s house unless Ryou was coming with him. The thought of being with Ryou and keeping this warm giddy feeling had been the only reason he’d been willing to risk his father’s anger, but without the white-haired boy…it seemed like pointless risk to take.

He’d just go home and hope his father had gotten plastered and passed out already. He closed his eyes and clenched his fist. When had he gotten some damn submissive and compliant about this? Why couldn’t he be angrth hth his father anymore?

Maybe because he deserved it…He really wasn’t sure anymore. And it's good that I'm not angry I just need to get over, I'm not angry, anymore

Jou was started from his thoughts by a sleek, and expensive, looking black car coming to a halt a few feet away from him. He blinked, wondering what was going on. The front door opened and someone stepped out. It took him a few seconds to place the face and that body, god that body, as belonging to the lead er oer of that band.

And he still didn’t know that band’s name. But he digressed.

The point was fucking Adonis had stepped out of the Greek myths and was looking at him. Talking to him apparently as well, but…well damn…he was sexy.

Ah, damn his hormones. Cry when you cry, run when you run love when you love represent the ashes that you leave behind

Seto let his eyes roam the boy’s body, never even attempting to be discreet about the way he was observing him. Color rose into the blond’s cheeks, but he doubted it was just from the way Seto was looking at him. Indeed this boy seemed to be doing some looking of his own and apparently liked what he saw.

Naturally.

“Hi. I’m Seto Kaiba.” He offered a hand but the blond just blinked at him. “I saw Bakura run off with your friend. Would you like a ride?”

He was being surprising polite. He wasn’t normally like this with anyone but the board members of his company; since he knew they were rather displeased with the way he handled things. It was best to keep them happy. But most people got cold and aloof or annoying and sarcastic. He didn’t feel the urge to act that way for a change. And instead of wishing that the road had shoulder man you're seeing that you're sinking over time

Jou blinked again then took an uneasy step back, frowning. He wasn’t going to let the fact this guy was…well attractive get to him. He wasn’t a groupie, unlike some people he would like to mention, and wouldn’t just sleep with the first nice, oh but this was so beyond nice, looking guy. Besides, this guy was obviously cocky as hell and Jou didn’t go for that.

He shook his head and shoved his hands in his pockets. Best to just end this little thing quickly so he could wait for his bus and prepare for the ass kicking he was sure to get when he got home tonight, as life was just…rotten like that.

“No thanks, I can get home fine on my own. But I’m sure you can find someone else in need of ride.” And it's good that I'm not angry I just need to get over I'm not angry it's dragging me under I'm not angry

Seto smirked. Well then, it was a good thing he hadn’t actually been propositioning the boy wasn’t it? Sure, the blond was cute, and those eyes were amazing, but he wasn’t Seto’s type. He didn’t really go for the black wearing, oh my life is so horrible, types that usually came to their shoes. And that’s exactly what the blond looked like.

And Seto wasn’t going for it. Though it was strange to be turned down by anyone, even if it hadn’t been a real offer.

“Refrain from flattering yourself, please. I was simply asking to be polite, not get into your pants. You’re not my type kid, and you don’t look legal either, despite the makeup. So do you want a ride of not?” I'm not angry it's never been enough it gets inside and it tears you up I'm not angry but I've never been above it you see through me don't you

Jou blinked, a little surprised by that. He opened his mouth to apologize for misunderstanding what Seto had meant, when the whole statement sunk in. Instead of apologizing he growled and turned his back on the brunette. Figured, beautiful on the outside, nothing but a cocky bastard who thought the world revolved around him on the inside.

He wasn’t surprised in the least.

“I already told you, I can find my own way home.”

Seto muttered something under his breath then walked past him, jarring Jou hard enough to make the boy fall. Jou let out a cry as he landed, wrist twisting awkwardly and skull hitting the ground with a nasty crack.

Gee, oddly enough he wasn’t horrified by this turn of events. It seemed rather common to him really, being knocked around. Though he didn’t think he’d ever been knocked down on accident before. That was a new one.

“Shit.” Seto appeared over him. “Are you okay?”

“Fine.u wau waved him off and tried to push himself up, only to scream as pain ripped up his arm from his wrist. After the pain a wave of dizziness hit him. “No, lied. I think I’m gonna pass out.” Or maybe be sick. One or the other.

“I’m sorry about this. I’ll get you to the hospital.”

Jou felt himself being lifted and opened his mouth to protest but no sound came out. And now his head hurt, a dull throbbing pain in his skull. Brilliant. There was a joke hidden in there that the first time he was ever going for medical treatment had nothing to do with his father. Or the irony of that was amazingly. He laughed, but it sounded so strange to his ears.

Then the world grew hazy, drifting in and out of focuhen hen black rushed up at him and he surrendered to it happily.


*Meanwhile*

Ryou followed Bakura into the elevator of the hotel; he’d been too busy to notice the name. The doors slid shut and Bakura hit number twenty then turned to Ryou, who blinked up at him, the picture of innocence. Bakura pushed him back against the wall and leaned down, capturing his lips roughly. Ryou leaned into it, parting his lips to grant the taller man entrance to his mouth.

Their tongues engaged in a sweet duel while Bakura’s hand roamed Ryou’s body, making the smaller boy gasp and moan into his mouth. He ran his hand up Ryou’s thigh and under the skirt, suddenly realizing that he skirt was really a wonderful thing. But at this point he encountered a small problem. When he made a noise of frustration Ryou laughed. He pulled away a little and toed off his boots, which were two sizes too big for easy removal, and rested down on his feet.

The problem was Ryou’s stockings, which stood between Bakura and what he was trying to get to. Ryou held up a hand to signal Bakura should stay still for a moment, then removed the fishnets and dropped them next to his boots. Bakura grinned fiercely, and pushed Ryou harder this time and tilted the teen’s head off to the side, giving him access to the smooth pale neck.

Ryou arched up when Bakura’s mouth latched onto his neck and moaned again. That felt really good, and he didn’t mind vocalizing it. Bakura alternately sucked and bit at the place where his neck meet his shoulder, while his hanowlyowly made it’s way up Ryou’s outer thigh again, this time unhindered by the stockings this time, so he could feel the smooth skin under his fingertips. Ryou tilted his head back, breath hitching. He hooked one leg around Bakura’s waist and buried his fingers in the silver and black hair.

Before anything else could happen there wasoft oft ding before the doors of the elevator slid open. Ryou felt the heat rising to his cheeks immediately and ducked his head, not really wanting to be seen.

“Oh my god!”

“Daddy what are they doing?”

Ryou groaned softly and Bakura let go of him. He quickly gathered his things and they dashed from the elevator and the family standing there, Ryou mortified and Bakura laugh


Bakura stopped outside of a room and grabbed Ryou by the arm to make him stop. He slid his keycard then pushed down the handle. He flipped on the light absently and moved aside so Ryou could come in. Before Ryou could get a good look around he found himself once again being kissed senseless.

Not that he was complaining.

He allowed himself to be pushed back onto the couch. Bakura crawled on top of him and continued his assault on his neck, making the smaller boy writhe beneath him. Ryou ran his hands over Bakura’s back, panting softly. He lifted his hips up, purposefully rubbing against Bakura’s erection and eliciting a quiet moan.

“Stop that.” Bakura muttered, nipping at Ryou’s lips. Ryou pouted, looking adorable. “Hey, quit it. I’m in control here.”

“You like to be in control?” Ryou asked, tilting his head off to the side as an idea formed in his mind. Even if he were just another one-night stand, he’d make it so he’d been one that Bakura remembered all his life.

“Maybe.” Bakura raised an eyebrow and flicked his tongue over Ryou’s ear. “Why?”

“Mmm. You wanna play a game?” Ryou smiled, pure seduction in his voice. How Bakura could possible refuse was beyond him.

“Alright.” Bakura shifted his weight off of the smaller boy. “What do I have to do for your game?”

“Hum.” Ryou smiled wider. “Sit in that chair over there.” He pointed as he slid off the couch. “Then shut your eyes. Don’t peek though, otherwise you lose.”

Ryou picked up his stockings and watched Bakura out of the corner of his eyes. The older teen sat down and shut his eyes. Ryou wondered idly if Bakura was on drugs and had lost a few brain cells and wasn’t worried he was a psycho, or if he just looked that non-threatening.

Anyway. He looked around to room, in search of something that would serve his purposes and found it in the form of four or five ties hanging up next to a few nice looking blazers. He smirked and grabbed two then walked over to Bakura. He considered it for a moment then straddled the taller teen’s lap and set to work. First he tied Bakura’s hands, working quickly do that the other teen couldn’t protest.

Bakura opened his eyes and stared at him, alarmed. “What are you doing?” Ryou smiled and moved close, so their lips were almost touching, but not quite.

“Playing a game.” He took Bakura’s bottom lip into his mouth and sucked gently then frowned and let go. “Now, eyes closed.” Bakura seemed to be sizing him for a moment, then shut his eyes obligingly. Ryou quickly tied both of the ties over his eyes, hopefully plunging his now captive into darkness. “Too tight?”

“No.” Bakura licked his bottom lip, clearly ill at ease. Ryou smiled.

“Okay. I don’t want to hurt you after all.”


*Coughs* So let’s recap, Jou busted his head open, Seto’s guilt tripping and Ryou and Bakura made out in the elevator... Yes…this all seems fair in my head.
Jou: I hate you.
Tai: *Frown* Take that back and I might let you and Seto have hospital sex. Or at least groping, I can so see groping in the near future.
Jou: Eww. You are sick.
Seto: *Clamps a hand over Jou’s mouth* He’ll be good.
Ryou: *Is hiding under the covers of Tai’s bed* Why do you always make me so easy?
Bakura: *Smirk* Because it’s fun.

Next Chapter: Jou’s daddy comes to the hospital and Seto thinks fast, Ryou ties up Bakura and…umm…things I could get in trouble for. Oh and yes, I know I’m a tease. *Smirk*


QotC: So, we’ve established that Yugi is a closet Goth and I feel like analyzing people today, does anybody think Ryou might be a masochist? Or else just really into being dominated? Maybe? *Shrugs*