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TITLE: Unexpected Consequences�� AUTHOR: setosgirl��
DATE: 6-18-06�� FANDOM: YGO�� DISCLAIMER: I don�t own YGO.
PAIRINGS:� Joey/Seto�� TYPE: Romance�� OCs: None

CHAPTER:� 4/5�� RATING: PG-13�� WORDS: 7592
WARNINGS:� attempted rape, alcohol

SUMMARY: Joey
takes Seto out for the second time and learns quite a lot about him�
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Unexpected
Consequences

PART IV: Second Attempt

�He didn�t even try, Yug,� Joey said dismissively,
not looking up from his assignment. �I give up. He wants to hate me, and I�m
gonna give him what he wants.�

Yugi leaned on his desk. �But, Joey� I thought you
wanted to make it up to him.�

�And he don�t want me to!�

�Are you sure you didn�t just make him mad?� Yugi
asked reasonably. �From what you told me, you were getting along pretty okay,
until he brought up what happened��

Joey sighed. �Yeah� I guess it was kinda okay, when
we were talking about video games and stuff� it was pretty awkward at first,
but I guess it got better�� he admitted reluctantly.

Yugi shrugged. �So maybe you should try it again. I
mean, it sounds like he tried. Maybe he just needs to loosen up a little� or
you do. That restaurant, after all� you�re not used to places like that, and
he�s in them so much it�s probably boring. Why don�t you try and find a
different place where you can be more comfortable?�

Joey nodded thoughtfully. �Yeah� I guess I�ll try
it. Just once, though, and if it doesn�t go this time� I�m done.�

�I can�t really blame you,� Yugi told him with a
slight smile. �But you�d better go talk to him before you lose your nerve��

Joey rolled his eyes, but heaved a sigh and pushed
himself out of the chair and walked as casually as he could toward Seto�s desk,
eyeing him. His nose was stuck in a book, like usual, and he was completely
ignoring the sounds of everyone around him.

Joey cleared his throat. Seto ignored him. Rolling
his eyes again, he leaned against Seto�s desk and cleared his throat again,
pulling his book down so that he couldn�t ignore him any longer.

Seto let it drop and glared up at him. �Wheeler,� he
said with mock civility. �Did you get the wine out of your shirt?�

�No,� Joey said shortly; his one dress shirt, which
was now trash, was a slightly touchy subject right at this moment.

�Pity,� Seto said, and tried to raise his book
again; Joey held it down until he glared at him again.

�Did you want something, or are you just hoping I�ll
throw something else at you?�

�I wanted to apologize,� he said, releasing
the hold on the book. �Of course, you don�t want to hear that. You�ll just
twist the conversation around somehow so that I end up hurting you again, huh?
You must be a fucking masochist, Kaiba, how you keep doing that.� Seto
glared at him, but didn�t reply. �I get it. You don�t want to forgive me. You
just want to keep driving me away and hate me because you don�t want me to hurt
you again or something.� Now Seto did open his mouth, probably to protest the
reason, if nothing else, but he just talked over him. �But too bad. I have two
chances left, and I want you to forgive me, so I�m taking you out again
tonight.�

Seto Kaiba wasn�t the only one looking at him as he
walked away, but he was one of the quietest, and he was the only one whose eyes
he could feel on his back.

He was an idiot.

What the hell was he trying to accomplish, talking
to Seto like that? The last thing Seto needed was for him to get all�
forceful, and shit. He should have tried to stick with soothing and calm, to
make him see that he didn�t want to hurt him anymore�

He sighed to himself as he paced in front of the
mansion. It wasn�t quite as late as it had been last time, and the sun was
still low in the sky, sending long shadows. He had better ring the bell soon�
but he had been out here for almost fifteen minutes now, and he hadn�t done
anything besides convince himself that this was an extremely� extremely bad
idea. He should probably give Seto some time to get over what he did�

No, because he said he�d take him out again tonight,
and he�d just think he was screwing with him more if he didn�t even try. This
wasn�t really a situation he could fix right now. He just had to go ahead and
hope he didn�t mess it up too badly�

With a deep breath, he pressed the doorbell and
listened to it ring, knowing tonight�s date was a write-off� he�d just have to
do everything in his power to make the next one work.

It seemed to take a very long time for Mokuba to get
the door, and he frowned as he saw him.

�You again?� he said. �You really pissed Seto off
last night, you know� I think he trashed a computer. Threw it. You�re a real
jackass, you know that?�

He sighed and rubbed his head. �Yeah� I know. Can I
come in, though?�

The boy regarded hum suspiciously, not moving.
�Why?�

�I�m supposed to take him out again.�

It took another long moment before he moved aside.
�You should have brought flowers to apologize,� he said. Joey had to choke back
a laugh. Give Seto Kaiba flowers? He�d be lucky to escape with his life. �Even
if he is in a better mood today.�

He paused, just inside the door. A better
mood�? �Really? He didn�t seem� scared, or something?�

Mokuba seemed confused and shook his head. �Nah.
Last night, maybe. He calmed down a lot after school today, though.� Shutting
the door, he turned around to look at him; Joey blushed, for the first time
considering that Mokuba might find his outfit strange. He was wearing a tight
black shirt with arms of fishnet and semi-baggy black pants that involved lots
of zippers and straps. Quite the contrast to his outfit last night, to be sure.

�So, I�ll go tell him you�re here,� Mokuba said,
without commenting, and dashed off up the stairs. Joey just blinked and stuffed
his hands in his pockets, staring at the floor as he waited. Maybe Seto
wouldn�t even want to go with him� maybe he�d just tell Mokuba to show him out
and never let him back in. It�d kinda be a relief, frankly.

There was a light tread on the steps, and he looked
up, assuming it was Mokuba come back. Finally. He�d just tell him Seto didn�t
want to see him, and then he could talk to him in school on Monday�

No. It was Seto, who had paused about halfway down
to take in his attire. His own seemed that he hadn�t quite managed to change
from work yet; he was wearing a pale blue button-down shirt with a tie that was
half-loosened, one hand on it to tighten it as the other drifted down the
gleaming wooden handrail, and there was a dark suit coat to match his pants
hanging next to a couple other coats by the door.

�Why do I feel underdressed?� Seto commented after a
moment.

�Sorry,� he said, still looking at Seto. Seeing him
like this seemed strangely casual� it was a new side of him. Maybe how he
really was. The real Seto Kaiba was a loosened tie and a pair of glasses
sticking half out of the pocket of his shirt� He wore glasses? �I probably
should have warned you. We went to one of your type of places last night, and I
bombed it� I figured we�d try one of my type of places. Do you have anything
more like what I�m wearing? You can�t go there wearing that.�

Seto regarded him, then raised an eyebrow in
near-derision. �No, I can honestly say that I don�t.�

Joey�s mind went back to Battle City, and he laughed
a little. �How about a pair of those shiny leather pants, for starters� and
those random straps couldn�t hurt.�

Seto glared at him. Ah, he was being contrary,
apparently. �You want to lay out my clothes for tomorrow, too, Mommy?�

Closing his eyes, Joey counted to ten, slowly. �I�m
just trying to help. What about something like what you wore over Battle City,
but without the coat? It�d fit in��

He didn�t hear an answer. After a couple minutes,
Joey opened his eyes again, willing to meet Seto�s challenging glare for as
long as it took for one of them to back down; he almost physically stumbled
when there was not only no glare to meet but no Seto to look at at all, almost
like missing a step on the stairs. That was weird.

He considered following him upstairs, but that
thought was crushed by the fact that he wouldn�t have a clue where he was
going, and he sighed and leaned against the wall, just waiting. Seto�d have to
come back down eventually, after all.

Well, that was true. He sure seemed to be
taking his time, though. A glance at his watch told Joey that it had been ten
minutes, and still no sign of him. Shit, what was he doing � putting on his
makeup?

Too hot to think about.

There was another light step on the stairs, and Joey
had bare opportunity to wonder how he heard him coming down but not going back
up before he raised his face to find Seto standing about a dozen feet in front
of him, not far from the bottom of the stairs. Boots� check. Shiny leather
pants? Check. Random but extremely attractive straps? Check, check, check�
several sets of them. Those weird but neat metal cuffs he�d forgotten about?
Check. Long-sleeved black shirt buttoned all the way up�? Hm. That needed
changed.

His eyes finally rose up to Seto�s face, noting a
vague sense of apprehension. �Nice,� he said honestly, letting himself look
again. He was expected to look, after all. �You wanna unbutton that shirt about
four buttons, though.� That�d leave a nice amount of chest showing� and if Seto
was going to be wearing anything so nearly normal, he�d better be showing some
skin with it.

Seto looked stricken, though. �I don�t think so,� he
said flatly. �The shirt stays as it is.�

Joey sighed and walked closer to him, inspecting him
again. At least Seto didn�t flinch. �If it�s abut those stupid scars I saw
before �� the way Seto flinched made it seem like it was �� forget it. First
off, they�re not hideous. Secondly, you have a hot body, and you should show it
off. Third, it�ll be freaking dark, so it�s not like it matters that much
anyway.�

�If it�s dark, why does it matter to you?� Seto
demanded, trying to brush his hands away, but failing, as Joey began undoing
buttons. He gave in to Seto�s urgings only enough to unbutton three, and not
four, of them.

�Because it does,� he said, stepping back. Seto
frowned and fondled the top button, but didn�t move to redo it. �You�re not overly
fond of this shirt, are you?�

Seto frowned, not seeing where it was going. �No, I
suppose not, but what ��

�Good. Hold still.� Without giving Seto time to hear
him, he grabbed the sleeves near Seto�s shoulders, feeling the delicate silk
wrinkle, and yanked downward, hard. The ripping sounds almost overrode Seto�s
shocked gasp as he recoiled, his arms suddenly exposed and sleeves in Joey�s
hands.

He grinned. �There,� he said, wadding the sleeves
into a ball and tossing them toward Seto, after picking the leather straps that
had been around his arms out of the middle of the ball. �Now you look
presentable. I�d put these back on, though; it�ll be hot.�

Seto glared daggers at him and snatched the straps
out of his hands. �Don�t ever do that again,� he hissed, and walked past him to
the door. Joey just stood there grinning for a moment, as he realized that Seto
hadn�t killed him for that, then jerked himself aware and followed him.

The brunet was already sitting in his car, waiting
for him, occupied with something; Joey saw as he opened the door and slid
inside that he was reaffixing the straps over his wiry biceps. Mm� maybe
telling him to put them back on was a bad idea; he was just too damned hot.

Seto looked up at him. �I take it we�re going to some
sort of club?� he said; Joey just nodded as he started the car. �If we�ll need
ID, I have to go back inside.�

He laughed a little. �Don�t worry, your ID wouldn�t
get you in. Your face and you being who you are might, but you�re still not old
enough. I know a guy who�ll get us in, though. And the bartender. We�re set.
Buckle up.� He nodded toward the seatbelt again, like last night, and Seto gave
it that same disgusted look before pulling it across himself.

�Man�� Joey commented as he backed down the driveway
again. �Do you even drive ever? This is freaking inconvenient��

�I don�t really see why I should bother,� Seto said,
his posture that same impeccable, not-quite-touching-the-seat that it had been
last night. It looked a lot more out of place with his new outfit, though, and
really only succeeded in making him look uncomfortable.

�Why shouldn�t you?�

�It�s kind of an issue getting a permit when I�m my
own legal guardian. I�ll get a license after I turn eighteen.� Right� Joey
sneaked a glance at Seto, watching him watch the scenery. It was hard to
remember that he was only sixteen. He acted so much more adult than the rest of
them, normally.

The silence stretched out; Seto didn�t seem
uncomfortable with it, but he sure as hell was. Silence was bad, usually. And
since Seto didn�t seem about to start a conversation�

�So� you wear glasses?� he asked, glancing at him
again. He saw him stiffen before he looked at him.

�Only when I work; I don�t really need them. How do
you know that?�

�Hey, relax. I just saw them sticking out of your
pocket before.� He didn�t know why he got so defensive over it; they couldn�t
possibly look dorky or anything. �How come you need them for work but not for
school?�

�Don�t we have something more interesting to talk
about than my glasses?� Seto demanded irritably, looking out the window.

Joey shrugged. �Not really� not that won�t end with
one of us yelling, at least�� He glanced nervously at Seto again, finding him
unresponsive.

�Then let�s not talk.�

He sighed and settled for just watching the road as
they entered the city again. Yeah� tonight was going to be a disaster. At least
he�d be someplace he could try and enjoy himself, though, while Seto proceeded
to continue to hate him. With any luck, he�d be drunk not long after Seto got
pissed off and left again.

And the silence continued, weighing heavier and
heavier between them until it was almost hard to breathe, until Joey turned
into a crowded parking lot in front of a dark building with a blinking neon
sign, with a couple dead letters. The buildings rose up on every side of them,
blocking out the smoggy-cloudy sky, enclosing them in a noisy, smelly, familiar
cocoon of humanity that was this end of the city. Joey was at ease, even
grinning as he stepped out of the car with a stretch; this was his element,
after all.

Seto seemed hardly less at ease as he stepped out of
the car and waited for him to lead the way toward the guy that could get them
in. He could probably be at home in just about any element, Joey guessed, or at
least seem that way; part of being a businessman, probably.

�Come on,� Joey said, walking toward the front door.
�He�ll let us in.� He didn�t have to look behind him to hear Seto�s footsteps
fall into time with his.

�Hey, Joe.� The man at the door didn�t exactly have
a line of people to turn away, so it went to figure he was there to check IDs.
�Who�s your friend? He�s cute as hell.� He was sure he felt Seto stiffen at
that.

�He�s too young for you, Steve my man,� Joey said
easily, shifting slightly in front of Seto in a half-protective,
half-possessive gesture. �Speaking of which��

The bouncer laughed a little and waved them through.
�Just don�t let me catch either of you minors drinking,� he said with a wink,
pushing the door open for them.

�You haven�t caught me yet,� he said, holding the
door for Seto. The brunet regarded them both blankly before stepping inside
without looking back.

The bouncer leaned in conspiratorially. �Joe, is
that ��

With a grin, Joey put a finger over his lips in a
shushing gesture and followed Seto inside.

Seto was waiting just inside the door, looking at
the dimly lit and rather smoky interior vibrating with bass and heavy metal. His
face was unreadable, but Joey gestured for him to follow since there was no way
to be heard over the music and wound his way toward the bar.

�What do you drink?� he asked loudly, leaning toward
Seto�s ear. Seto blinked at him, then pulled him around to tell him the answer.
He nodded and finished leading him to the bar, where it was at least a bit
quieter, and ordered the drinks from the bartender while Seto leaned against
the bar, eyeing the other patrons. His gaze lingered blankly on the spiky-haired
punk next to them with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, before he turned to
Joey.

�You don�t smoke, do you?� he asked.

He looked at him, then shook his head. �Nah. Don�t
have the money for that habit.� He grinned again.

�That�s too bad.� Before Joey could quite understand
that, he was leaning closer to the punk, making one of Joey�s hands twitch a
little with the urge to separate them. The punk seemed more than happy to grant
Seto�s request, and the brunet resumed his spot on the bar with a cigarette in
two fingers, blowing a slow stream of smoke away from him.

Joey was distracted before he could say anything to
Seto�s challenging gaze just daring him to have a problem with it by the drinks
that arrived at his elbow. He slid Seto�s Bloody Mary over to him and raised
his own beer to his lips, pausing to tilt it slightly as Seto inclined his
glass. He then dropped the celery carelessly on the bar and tilted his head
back to swallow the drink all at once. Joey raised his eyebrows; he didn�t even
understand how a person could stomach vodka and tomato juice (and all that
other vegetable-y crap) together at all, let alone downed like a shot. It
looked like Seto was ready to really let loose tonight, though, which was at
least something. At least he wasn�t stiff anymore.

There was another drink delivered to him within
thirty seconds of that one being finished, and Seto took it without looking.
Joey touched his arm to lead him away from the bar toward a round booth with
cushy seats where they could listen to the music but would still be able to
hear each other.

�I think there�s a lot about you I don�t know,� he
commented as Seto slid in across from him, holding cigarette and drink
carefully above the table.

�I think there�s a hell of a lot about me you don�t
know,� Seto said flatly. �It�s insulting that you think you know all about me,
actually.�

�I didn�t mean�� He sighed and drank more of his
beer.

�I don�t suppose they serve some sort of food here,�
Seto said, looking back toward the bar and ignoring what he said.

�No� nothing not designed to make you drink more,
anyway. Why?�

�I haven�t had anything to eat today,� he commented,
and downed his drink again. Joey blinked and wondered exactly how drunk he
wanted to get, how fast, to be doing that on an empty stomach.

�So, do you go out to places like this a lot?� Joey
asked, leaning back with his beer in one hand, looking at Seto.

�No. I�ve never been in a place like this before in
my life.�

�Well, you act pretty comfortable with it.�

Seto watched him as he took a drag from his
cigarette again, blowing the smoke out before he answered. �Being comfortable
in all sorts of situations is part of my job.�

�Yeah, I thought so.� He took another drink as
another of Seto�s arrived for him, and put out a hand to hold his arm as he
reached for it. �Hey� you�re gonna get wasted if you keep drinking like this.
Are you sure you want to?�

Seto met his eyes levelly, then simply nodded,
waiting for him to let him go. After another second, he did, and he took up the
drink, this time only sipping at it.

They sat there in the heavy beat of the music and
conversation for a little while longer while Joey drank, and Seto smoked and
drank. When Seto set down the empty glass with the cigarette butt in it, he lowered
his mostly-empty bottle to speak to him again. Maybe the alcohol loosened him
up enough to accept what he was saying without arguing� �Hey, Seto�� Blue eyes
swiveled up to meet his again, curious, but not angry. �I�m sorry about last
night. That wasn�t supposed to happen. And what I said� I really was being an
unforgivable asshole. I never meant to say any of it.�

Seto sighed a little and reached out gratefully as
the next drink arrived � there had to have been someone watching Seto
specifically to get service like this � and then downed it in one shot, handing
the empty glass back to the waitress. �It�s all right,� he said, looking up
again as though the drink had steeled his nerves. �You obviously thought it, at
some point, to be able to say it. I prefer knowing the truth.�

Ouch. Joey winced. That hurt� his apology was
supposed to make Seto think better of him, not show him how badly he did think
of him.

�I never meant to say it, though�� he tried to
explain. �I never even meant to think it, and I felt fucking horrible about it
when I did��

�Yeah, I know. It�s nice to know how I look to other
people, though. And I look like a slut.� He continued meeting his eyes
unflinchingly, but Joey couldn�t do it. He couldn�t believe he�d done this�

�I didn�t mean that. God, Seto� I don�t think anyone
in the world believes that. I was just pissed off, okay? You didn�t act any
different than most people do, and fuck, it was completely understandable. You
were supposed to enjoy it � that was the whole point.�

The same waitress came back with another drink for
Seto, and Joey took the opportunity to finish his beer and give her the vague
instructions to bring him something a lot harder. He would feel like a pretty
big jerk if he let Seto get drunk alone, and he didn�t want to seem like he was
taking advantage of him.

��I did enjoy it,� Seto said, toying with his drink.
Joey wondered how strong those were; Seto wasn�t really acting drunk, per se,
but he wasn�t acting like himself, either. He�d had four, at least, three and a
half of those chugged like water� Maybe this was Seto, drunk: reasonable and
open. �That�s part of the problem. I enjoyed it. It was fucking wrong� I
shouldn�t have liked it�� He sighed and leaned down to rest his head on
his arms, muffling his voice. �I feel like I didn�t even fight it� I just
rolled over and let it happen��

�You�re kidding, right?� Joey hesitated a moment,
then slid around beside him and rubbed his back through his thin shirt.
�There�s no way you just �rolled over and let it happen�.�

�I agreed, didn�t I? How much worse could it get? I
might as well have asked you to��

Joey was thankful of the distraction when their
waitress came back with their drinks. He didn�t have a clue what his was except
that it was yellow and was probably going to taste like crap, but it was strong
and he could use a drink right about now. He drank his all down and made a
face, handing it back to her. She seemed mildly surprised that Seto hadn�t
finished his yet, but didn�t say anything.

�I feel like one�� Seto said, head still on the
table. Joey rubbed his back.

�One what?� he asked.

�What?� Yeah, he was drunk.

�You said you feel like one. One what?�

�A slut,� Seto said blankly. Joey blinked ad pulled
him up so that he could hear him better, and Seto just limply hung his head
onto Joey�s shoulder. It looked like all that alcohol had hit him pretty much
at once, because there was not a trace of sobriety left. �I know I�m not, but I
feel like one. Like I�m no better than you freaks� only a really slutty person
would do something like that for a fucking game� and I did it� so I guess, even
though I was� you know� I must be like you, and I just never knew it��

Joey was halfway to being insulted at being called
slutty, but Seto had a point. All of them, they pretty regularly had sex with
all of the others. He himself had been a top and bottom to almost all of the
others; obviously never a bottom for Yugi or a top for Malik or Bakura, but
everyone else. So yeah, they were all pretty slutty, within their group, and
some of them outside it, like Marik and Malik, Bakura, Otogi�

�I don�t think you�re a slut,� he told Seto quietly,
rubbing his arm as he held him against him. Seto didn�t even open his eyes.
�You did what any reasonable person would have done� you tried to tell me no,
and I didn�t really feel like you were serious� And I�m still sorry about that.
I never meant to do this to you.�

Seto just picked up his old drink and swallowed it
all. �I hate you,� he said conversationally, still leaning against his shoulder
and encircled by his arm. �I really do. I don�t understand everything you make
me feel and I hate it. Just like I hate you.�

Joey swallowed and gratefully accepted his new
drink, sipping it. �I�m sorry you hate me, Seto. This wasn�t supposed to
happen. Fuck� I don�t hate you. I don�t know what I feel about you either, but
I don�t hate you, and I don�t want you to hate me. I want you to forgive me.�

�I won�,� he said quietly. �You raped me and made me
like it. It wouldn� be so fucking bad if I didn� like it and didn� want it
again�� He turned his face to bury it in Joey�s shoulder.

�You�re drunk�� Joey said needlessly, wondering if
the drink was starting to affect him yet. He felt fine. �You don�t know what
you�re saying. You don�t want it again.�

Seto raised one hand and weakly hit it against
Joey�s chest. �Shut up�! Don� fucking tell me what I wan�. I know what I wan��
and I wan� you to fuck me again. An� I hate it. You�re an asshole.�

�I�m not gonna do it again, Seto.� He ran his hand
through his hair. He smelled so nice. Even with the cigarette smoke and the
alcohol. �Even if you do smell pretty. I�m not going to.�

�You asshole� I said I wanted it, you heard me. I thought
you wanted me�� He sounded unsure of himself now.

�Of course I want you,� Joey said quickly. �You�re
so damned gorgeous, Seto� and you smell like flowers� Mokuba said I should have
brought you flowers to apologize for being a jerk last night.�

�I would have liked that,� Seto murmured, and turned
his face again to rest his head on Joey�s shoulder but be able to breathe. �Why
didn�t you do it? Mokuba knows what I like.�

�He told me I should do it when he opened the door
for me.�

�You shoulda picked some of the ones growing
outside. I would have liked those too. I had them planted there.�

�I should have.� Joey nodded thoughtfully. �That�s a
good idea. Seto� why the fuck do you get to be so smart? It�s not fair. You�re
gorgeous and smart. And rich. It�s not fair.�

Seto nodded thoughtfully as well. �I�m allowed to be
both gorgeous and smart because I�m rich,� he explained. �It�s one of those
privileges.�

�Oh. That�s not fair.�

�Yes it is,� Seto said calmly.

�Maybe it is,� Joey agreed helpfully. Then he
started. �Hey, damn it, Seto, I�m trying to have a serious conversation here,
and it�s not very easy when you�re drunk. Why the fuck did you wanna go get
drunk for?�

Seto opened his eyes without moving his head and
looked up at him. �I did it on purpose. I always get like this when I get
drunk� I get all honest and shit. Ask me anything. I can�t lie. Everybody
always tries to get me drunk whenever I have a meeting with another company
because they want me to tell the truth, and you know you can�t do that when
you�re trying to buy somebody out, but noooooooo, they just can�t accept
that� so they always try and get me drunk.�

�I can really ask you anything? And you�ll tell me?�
Seto nodded solemnly, just looking at him. �Okay� why do you hate me? Before
all this shit, you hated me, and I didn�t deserve it, so I wanna know why.�

�I hate you cause you hate me,� Seto said. �You�re
an asshole to me all the time, you asshole. You call me names.�

�You call me names too.�

�You called me names first.�

�Did not.�

�Did so.�

�Did not.�

�Asshole. Stop being such an asshole. This is why I
hate you � you�re a jerk. Maybe if you were nice to me I wouldn� have to hate
you.� Seto raised one hand and wiped at his eyes as though he were crying.

�You wouldn�t like me even if I was nice to you.�

�I want to. But you�re such an asshole. God, I hate
you. Why are you touching me?� He tried to shrug Joey�s arms off of him.

�You�re gonna fall over if I don�t hold you up,�
Joey said, and held onto him tighter.

�Oh.� Seto relaxed. �Then thank you. You�re
confusing me again. I hate being confused, Joey� I hate it. I wish you would
stop it� I just want to hate you or like you, not both.�

Joey rested his chin on top of Seto�s head. �I�m
sorry, Seto� I just want you to like me. Can you just do that?�

�No,� Seto said. �And I can�t just hate you either.
And I want to do one or the other.�

�You already said that,� Joey pointed out.

Seto paused. �Oh. I�m sorry. I�m a bit drunk.�

Joey nodded sagely. �Yes you are. Why did you want
to get drunk and be honest and shit? It�s just making you sad.�

Seto looked up at him again. �Because I had things I
wanted to tell you and I can�t tell you anything when I�m sober. I�m too scared
of you to tell the truth. I don�t want you to hurt me.�

�I don�t want to hurt you. You keep making me do
it.�

�Because I�m afraid that if I don�t I�ll start
trusting you and then you�ll hurt me again anyway, and I won�t be prepared for
it.�

�Oh.� Joey ran his hand through Seto�s hair again. �I�m
sorry. What was the truth you can�t tell me sober?�

�That I like you and I want you to do it again.�
Seto blinked a couple times, apparently thinking. �And� that you scare me. And
that I want to stop fighting with you because it hurts.�

�Oh,� he said again. �It hurts?�

Seto just nodded and didn�t explain. He thought he
understood anyway, and rubbed Seto�s arm idly. He had such nice skin. All soft
and� nice.

�I ripped your shirt�� he said blankly. �Shit, Seto,
I�m sorry about that. I didn�t mean to make you hate me more, damn it.�

�Doesn� make me hate you,� Seto said, looking up at
him as thought that should be obvious. �Shiiiiit, it makes me like you
more. Nobody stands up to me like that. I�d fire or threaten anyone else who
tried, and they�d all back down, and it�s fucking boring� You make my
life interesting. I hate that too, you asshole. My life is easy without you and
you make it all hard and shit��

�Oh.� Wow� he was like all important and shit in
Seto�s life. He found himself grinning at that.

�I need another cigarette�� Seto muttered, and slid
out of Joey�s arms and the seat, pausing to chug his drink again, grabbing onto
the back of the booth as he swayed a bit. �Be right back� not telling you to be
right back, telling you I�ll be right back� whatever�� He shook his head and
let go of the booth. He actually walked fairly well back toward the bar, for
all that he was plastered.

Joey grinned down at his empty glass, watching the
strobe light from somewhere behind him reflect in it. Awesome shininess, man�
what was left of the drink in the bottom was just a few gold drops, but wow,
they looked neat. Shit, he should paint his room gold� well, if he had any
money� how did Yami afford all that gold? Shit, that�d look nice on Seto� Shit.
Yeah.

He raised the glass higher to look at the light on
the droplets from the bottom. He shoulda danced with Seto while they were both
sober enough to stand on their own. Seto was probably a great dancer. Shit,
even if he wasn�t, he was fucking hot, and just watching him get sweaty would
be worth it�

Fuck! No! Bad fucking thoughts! He wasn�t allowed to
think that Seto was sexy anymore. Even if he was. And even if he said he wanted
it again. Seto was just drunk, he didn�t really. Fuck, he hurt him bad�

He wondered blankly when Seto was going to be back
and looked over at the bar. He was leaning against and talking to that same
spiky-haired punk, a guy who hung out here a lot. The guy held out a cigarette
for him, but when Seto reached for it he grabbed his wrist and pulled him
closer, wrapping his other arm around him and kissing him. Seto�s other hand
was still on the bar, and he saw it go white as Seto froze and tensed up. He
couldn�t move for a long moment as the punk pushed Seto back against the bar.

Only when Seto finally unfroze and lifted his hand
to try and shove him away could he move. He expected the guy to go flying even
as he slid out of the seat and immediately stumbled, but Seto must have been
too drunk to put up a good defense, because the guy seemed unfazed. Even though
Seto was struggling, he could see it, the guy started pulling him away, holding
both his wrists in one hand and his other arm wrapped around him like they were
lovers. If somebody was just looking around and didn�t know what was happening,
they wouldn�t be able to tell.

Seto was managing not to be moved, at least, even if
he couldn�t really fight him. Joey wondered what happened to his
martial-arts-kung-fu-ass-kicking shit. Did it desert him when he got drunk? Then
what fucking good was it?

He managed to get there without falling down as Seto
was still struggling to pull away, looking around desperately but his eyes
never quite landing on Joey.

�Come on, baby, let�s just go for a walk,� he heard
as the guy forced Seto to stumble forward. That was the last straw. Nobody got
to call Seto �baby� besides him� and, well� shit, even if he never got to do it
again, he was still the first one to do it and it was still his until somebody
else Seto allowed did it, and this fucker didn�t get to just take it!

He grabbed the guy�s shoulder and yanked him
backward, allowing Seto to pull himself free and recoil against the bar, and
punched him in the face without saying a word, too angry, and, he supposed, too
drunk, to be coherent.

�He was going to do it�� he heard Seto say quietly
to himself.

�Keep your fucking hands off him!� he yelled as the
man straightened up again. �You don�t have any fucking right to touch him, you
asshole! Nobody does!�

�Maybe you should keep track of what�s yours, then,�
he sneered, and pulled himself away to walk off. He wanted to run after him and
kick his ass, but Seto was still standing there, absently rubbing his wrist and
kind of staring at the air in front of him.

�Seto?� He stepped up beside him and hesitantly
touched his arm. �Did he hurt you?�

Seto blinked a few times and apparently forced
himself to look at him, then shook his head �no�. Joey didn�t really believe
him. He had to be affected by that, didn�t he?

�Take me home,� Seto said blankly.

Joey frowned. �Are you sure, Seto? That jerk doesn�t
��

He looked up. �Take. Me. Home. Now. Please.�

Seto was very serious, and Joey nodded, reaching out
to take his arm and lead him out. Seto recoiled from the touch as he hadn�t
earlier and the evening. Joey only looked at him, then didn�t say anything and
just started walking toward the door, feeling Seto stay close to him without
touching him.

�Hey!� Steve the bouncer said as they stepped
outside. �A pretty early night, Joe��

Joey paused. �There was an issue with that Perrier
jerk.� The bouncer glanced at Seto, and he nodded, while Seto just stood there,
waiting. �We decided to leave.�

�We�ve had problems with him. I�m sorry he troubled
you. Have a good night, though.�

Joey just nodded and led Seto back to the car.
Neither of them said another word until it was started again.

�Are you really okay?� Joey asked, looking at him.
For the first time, he wondered if he was sober enough to drive. Well� Seto
sure wasn�t. Besides, he didn�t have a license.

��An issue��?� Seto said blankly. He was staring
more or less at the dashboard. �He was going to� �An issue�, Joey?�

Jeez� Seto really wasn�t okay� He turned the car off
again and turned to him. �Seto, I�m sorry. I didn�t think you�d want me to say
what happened. I didn�t mean to make it sound like it wasn�t important or
something.�

�Why did you bring me here?� Seto demanded, looking
up finally. His eyes didn�t look right, but he was drunk, so maybe that was it.
�You jerk� You made me dress up like this and then got me drunk and you just
let me walk off so that he could do that��

�Nothing like this was supposed to happen! I saved
you from him � it wasn�t my fault!�

�You wouldn�t have had to save me if you never
brought me here.�

�Seto �!�

�Take me home. Please. I just want to go home.�

Joey just looked at him again, then silently started
the car and left the parking lot, concentrating hard on the road and the fact
that his car kept trying to drive into a different lane. It wasn�t until they
were stopped at a red light that he took his concentration off the road and
realized why Seto�s eyes looked funny. He was hunched up on his side of the car
and apparently trying not to cry.

�Seto�� He reached over and rubbed his shoulder. Seto
flinched a little but didn�t otherwise react. �I�m really sorry about what
happened. I didn�t know you were going to get so drunk when I took you here, or
that anything would happen��

�Please leave me alone,� Seto said quietly, his head
on the window, pulling his feet up into the seat. �This is all your fault. I
almost got� again� because of you� Please don�t touch me�� He sounded
reasonable, but he refused to look at him.

Joey just looked at him, with no idea what to say.
He didn�t want Seto to blame him�

He hadn�t said anything by the time a horn blared
behind him and he looked forward, finding the light green. If the window had
been down he would have flipped off the jerk who dared honk at him, but he just
jerked the car into drive and barely avoided killing it, taking off across the
intersection. He didn�t really have time to think about Seto as he kept the car
from swerving too badly, making a real concerted effort not to have an
accident.

He finally released to wheel when his car jerked to
a stop at an angle in front of the mansion. Seto made no move to get out,
though, and Joey just looked at him.

�Seto?�

��I hate you�� Seto murmured, still hunched up in
his seat, leaning on the door.

�Seto, I�m sorry��

�Why do you keep doing this to me, Joey?�

He stopped, and didn�t have anything to say. He
didn�t mean for Seto to keep getting hurt like this. Everything was just
against him� It seemed like the whole universe was just determined that Seto
Kaiba should keep getting hurt at Joey Wheeler�s hands�

He shook his head because that concept was a little
big for him right now, and got out of the car, moving around to open Seto�s
door to help him out.

�Don� touch me�� Seto muttered, trying to get out on
his own.

�You�re gonna fall down,� he said, and leaned
against the car so that he would stay up himself. �Come on. I�ll help you get
inside.� He took Seto�s hand and helped him out, pulling Seto against him to
keep him up. Seto didn�t fight it, just hanging his head and leaning against
him.

Joey left the car open as he and Seto stumbled
toward the door, Seto literally falling-down drunk, Joey�s balance thrown off
by his extra weight, even if it wasn�t that much.

While he was still fumbling with the door, Seto leaning
against the house with one arm still thrown over Joey�s shoulders, it open and
revealed Mokuba glaring up at them on the other side.

�You�re both drunk!� he said sharply after only a
single glance. �I can�t believe you! You�re only sixteen years old! Do you know
how illegal that is? And did you drive, Joey?�

Joey blinked a few times, his brain trying to catch
up. Then he giggled. Mokuba was acting so old!

Seto took a deep breath and unwrapped his arm from
Joey�s shoulders, letting go of the house to stand on his own. His knees
promptly buckled and Joey caught him again, and Seto sighed.

�I wanna go to bed,� he muttered. Joey nodded and
helped him inside when Mokuba finally moved.

Joey looked at the stairs. �There�s no fucking way I
can do that,� he said blankly, and swayed a bit. Seto blinked at the stairs a
couple times too, then slowly turned Joey toward an arched doorway that opened
into a dark room. Without thinking about it, he stepped into the room despite Mokuba
behind him saying something about letting him take Seto and help him. If Seto
had been drunk enough times to know how he got when he was drunk, Mokuba had
probably seen him this way before. That didn�t really seem to matter, though,
because Seto was his responsibility right now, and he didn�t want to give him
up.

He stumbled when he bumped into a low table, and
Seto seemed to slip out of his grasp. He ended up on his hands and knees,
blinking; Seto had maneuvered himself onto the couch. Well� okay. Seemed like a
good idea. He slid over and began to run his hand through Seto�s hair, looking
at him dimly in the darkness.

�I�m sorry, Seto�� he said, resting his chin on the
couch cushion.

�You let him get me�� Seto muttered, and turned his
head into his hand. �I should hate you��

Mokuba�s silhouette in the doorway blocked out what
little light there was. �What�s going on?�

Joey blinked, then patted Seto�s head like a pet�s
and climbed to his feet. �I gotta go home,� he said. �Gotta work tomorrow.�

�You�re still drunk!� Mokuba protested. �What if you
crash or something? Just stay here and leave in the morning.�

He shook his head. �No� I gotta go. I�m not that
drunk. Seto�s way worse off than I am.� He looked down and patted Seto�s arm,
to which he didn�t react. �And I gotta go.�

Frowning at him, Mokuba finally stood aside. That
was nice of him, in Joey�s opinion, and he managed to get out of the room
without hitting anything.

Maybe he could call him tomorrow. Maybe Seto
wouldn�t hate him in the morning.
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