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Overexerted to my Delusion	By : tiarakc Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2759 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh so I'm not making any money from it or from this fiction

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Rukia neechan--glad you likey :) Hope I'm not spoiling anything, but it gets darker and I'll definitely keep updating. This story is short I'll admit, but it's almost done. Thanks for the sweet review.
Kitsune--Don't worry. I was worried about the plot too and like I said, it's been over a year I've been writing this on and off because I got turned off. Glad you like it though. Makes me happy knowing people like it despite its base plot and content. :)
I'm going to try and double chappies because I kind like to think the next two go hand in hand with each other, but I don't know whether this uploading thing hates me or it just sucks.

So we burst into colors

Colors and Carousels

Fall head first

Like Paper planes and playground games

Next thing, we’re touching

You look at me it’s like you hit me

With lightning

-Ellie Goulding, Starry Eyed

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When Seto awoke he looked over at his alarm clock.

He had missed school again and his doorbell was ringing.

He threw off sheets and grabbed a quick pair of pants and a shirt before making his way down the stairs and opening the door.

"I'm starting to feel responsible." Joey said from the other side handing Seto papers. "You should probably only take it on the weekends. Just a suggestion."

"Its fine." Seto took the papers. "I'm due a few days to miss class."

"Sorry, I don't take notes. I'd offer them to you, but Ryou said he's willing to help."

"I said I’ll be fine."

"You know, Seto: even the strongest of people accept help some time or another."

"Wheeler, this is not about needing help."

"Well, if it is about what happened last night, I don't regret what happened. I liked it and I know you did too."

"I was drugged. I wasn't thinking rationally."

"I know that this may come as sudden, but I am actually attracted to you Seto. I have been for a while and I know that I've never approached you about this kind of thing, but to tell you the truth: its easier to tell someone I want to fuck them rather than saying, "I want to take you on a date complete with roses and dinner." Its pathetic, I know, but I haven't had practice with this kind of thing, ya know?"

"No...I don't know." Seto sighed. "I think you should go."

"Okay, but before I go, I'm going to a club tonight. You wanna tag along, call me and let me know. I’ll swing by and we can go." Joey said quietly before turning on his heel and making his way off the property.

Seto sighed before shutting his door quietly. That feeling of regret was filling him again as it had done the first time Joey stopped by. He didn't know why he held so much animosity to the other, but he was just extra cautious and wary of the others actions. The other was too forward which made Seto suspicious of Joey's intentions. Did he really like Seto? If so, what brought it about?

Maybe they could talk about it more later...

If Seto decided to actually go to the club with Joey.

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"-How long did Joey say he was going to be?"

"I don't know Mokuba. Doesn't matter. I’ll be ready when I'm ready." He said walking into the bedroom from the adjacent bathroom with just a towel on. "Right now, you need to be focused on what pants I’m going to wear: light or dark?"

"What kind of club is it?" Mokuba asked.

"I don't know. I never anticipated going so I didn't ask."

"Dark blue jeans...and the solid black shirt."

Seto grabbed the suggested clothes and walked into the bathroom to get dressed.

"Seto?" Seto heard from the other side of the shut door.

"Yes, Mokuba?"

"I'm really glad you're going out for a change. You deserve a little free time to yourself once in awhile."

"Thanks Mokuba." Seto chuckled slightly. They held the same amount of concern for one another and Seto loved it. If he could trust anyone, it was his little brother.

"Can I stay up late?"

"Is that where all the sentiments were for? Staying up to party?"

"Its Friday, Seto!" Mokuba whined. "Besides, I want to hear how everything went. Not everyday I hear you’re going dancing."

"Who said I was dancing? Who said it was that kind of club?"

After fixing his hair, he stepped out of the bathroom and straightened his shirt for Mokuba's approval.

Mokuba smiled.

When Joey arrived , he apologized for being late, explaining that he had to fight tooth and nail with Bakura to let him borrow his car.

"Its not stolen is it?"

Joey laughed, but didn't say anything as he walked to the car with Seto hesitantly behind. He didn't know whether Joey was kidding or completely honest.

"I'm joking, you gullible idiot. I know better than to take a car I know is stolen and put you in that situation if I'm caught."

Seto got into the car with no further protest and let Joey start the car up.

"You do have license, right?"

"What? What's a license?" Joey laughed.

"You know, your jokes are lame. This is necessary precaution in case you decide to act like a fool."

"At least I’ll have you by my side. Its time to let all inhibitions go, my dear Seto and enjoy life on the wild side."

With a final grin to Seto he revved up the engine before skidding down the driveway.

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They settled in a parking lot, where Seto took notice of Joey grabbing a small plastic bag from the glove compartment and stuffing it into his pocket.

"What?" Joey said looking at him.

"Drug exchange?"

"Gods, you're awfully observant."

"I'm going to take that as a compliment."

"That's going to make this hard." Joey said getting out of the car. Seto followed shutting the door behind himself and followed behind Joey. They rounded a corner into an alley, where a long line of people stood. Joey bypassed all of them and made his way to the front.

There was no name above the door and Seto wondered what he had gotten himself into. He could hear the music coming from the door that was complete with the vibrations of an unnatural bass. His stomach was starting to get butterflies of nerves from what was on the other side of this wall. Would Joey subject him to something immoral and dangerous?

"Marik!" Joey greeted giving the hulky male a handshake and then pulled him into a hug, patting his back.

"Where's your tag along?" Marik asked and Joey laughed.

"At home where he should be."

Marik glanced at Seto and a small smile graced his lips.

"You know what this means, Jo." He said gesturing to Seto. "You'll have a lot fighting to do."

"I'm not fighting anyone." Joey glanced back at Seto. "He can defend himself."

"What the hell is that suppose to mean, Wheeler?" Seto asked defensively.

"Let's go sweetheart." Joey said in falsetto mockery and held out his hand for Seto who smacked it away and walked in front of him and through the door.

Seto was walking through a dimly hallway that was decorated with different colored scarves and beads. It led to a doorway to a room that would have been completely pitch black had it not been for the flashing strobes of green, blue, and yellow. The music boomed loudly; something Seto was definitely wasn't used to listening to.

"Drink?" Joey asked breaking Seto's thoughts.

Seto nodded following Joey over to the bar who ordered two drinks.

"You'll like this." Joey said. "You feeling okay?" He asked. "Uncomfortable?"

"That's an understatement."

"Here." Joey said handing him something under the bar and Seto took it.

Cherry.

Seto looked up at Joey, glaring.

"You wanted to relax right? And I'm sure you don't want what else I have. Aint too good for you. You'd never remember anything."

"You're slowly turning me into a drug addict."

"I would never do that. Here, we'll split something different. Not as strong, but'll do the job."

Joey reached into his pocket and pulled out a yellow capsule and easily broke it in half, which he handed one end to Seto. Seto didn't make a move to take it.

"How do I know I can trust you?"

"Have I given you any other reason to think differently? If I wanted to kill you, I would have done so a very long time ago. This is not the first year me and you have talked. Of course, previous years have been an exchange of cocky threats and horseshit. So stop thinking the whole world is against and take half a lemon." He forced it into Seto's hand.

Seto was surprise that such an illegal activity done so openly wouldn't have attracted negative attention. There were only a few people standing a few feet away looking at Joey with identical grins.

"Wheeler, what kind of club is this?"

Joey quickly swallowed the pill and took a swig from his drink.

"You better take that before someone snatches it out your hand."

Seto looked down at the pill and rolled his eyes before throwing back the pill and not giving it a second thought. He figured he would try and have a halfway decent time to please his brother...and himself.

After thirty minutes of him and Joey talking at the bar, he had realized that Joey hadn't lied to him. It didn't have the same effects as Cherry, but for some reason he felt calmer and a lot more relaxed.

"Wanna dance?" Joey outstretched a hand.

Seto took Joey's hand and followed him out to the dance floor, where plenty of other people were. For once Seto wasn't nervous. It was the exact opposite. It seemed to boost his adrenaline and give him a rush that was making him feel like he was on a rollercoaster. He could feel the curve of Joey’s ass meshing into his groin as the slightly shorter male in front of him pressed back against him. The pressure of the body was sending a jolt of arousal through his body as his senses began to go haywire. As the music decreased in his mind, the smell of dripping hot sex throughout the club hit his nose along with the scent of the Joey’s cologne was frustrating him; why did he have to smell so good?

He didn’t know how long him and Joey had been dancing since time seemed non existent and unnecessary to even know, he just knew that he was starting to slowly come down from his high and he stopped dancing to look around. Nothing had changed since when they had first started and music still pumped as lively as it did before.

His face was grabbed out of nowhere and he felt the pressure of a pair of soft lips against his own. He was going to pull away, but Joey was persistent, especially as he forced his tongue between the brunet’s lips exploring the warmth above him.

Seto didn’t know how to react. He wasn’t anticipating him and Joey to get this far and now that it came to this moment where his mind couldn’t pinpoint what to do. Before he could come to a decision, Joey pulled his mouth away looking at Seto with half lidded glazed over eyes.

“I’m sorry.” Seto saw his mouth form before Joey stepped away from him and walked away towards the bar. Seto followed behind him and was about to take a seat when Joey grabbed his hand, motioning for him not to sit. Joey was handed a full bottle of alcohol by the bartender before he made his way from the bar, Seto doing only, but following.

They went up a spiral staircase to a second level which had another bar and sofas and other places to sit. Joey didn’t sit and instead continued walking down a dark hallway that held multiple doors. Joey came to one at the very far end and took out a key to unlock it before walking inside, signaling Seto to follow. When Seto entered, the room wasn’t lavish or anything, but it reminded Seto of a small studio apartment. What he figured was a bathroom was on one side and there was a room that was a small kitchen area. There was nicely waxed oak floor with a small fireplace sitting in front of a red sofa. There was no TV or Radio; just the sound of the music thumping below their feet.

“Sit, if you want.” Joey said walking into the kitchen.

Seto decided to take a seat on the couch, sinking into the plush cushions. He should have been relaxed, but he was now feeling awkward. Joey hadn’t said anything really until now, and he was acting weird.

Joey walked back where Seto was sitting and handed him a glass, which he took it hesitantly.

“No drugs, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“No, I’m wondering why you’re going zombie on me.”

“It’s nothing.” Joey sighed sitting the bottle by his feet and took a sip from his own drink.

“You’re a bad liar.” Seto took a sip from his drink nearly gagging on what he drank. “What the hell is this?”

“Something I have kept hidden for occasions like this. The guy downstairs keeps it cold for me. Don’t like?”

“No, I don’t like! Taste like shit.”

“Of course it does to you. I’m pretty sure you’re used to drinking fancy wine until your hearts content.” Joey downed the rest of his drink.

“If you’re on edge about that kiss, it’s no big deal. So maybe I was a little uneasy. Come on Joey, this is all a little sudden. One minute we’re bickering at each other, slinging insults and now look at us: sitting here drinking this poor excuse for alcohol, after you just grinded into my pelvis so much you gave me the hardest hard on I have ever had in my life.”

Joey laughed.

“So long as you didn’t say, “boner”. That would be so out of the character for you.”

“Does everybody think I’m some kind of eighty year old guy? I’m seventeen!”

“Yeah, I guess you just have seventy one year old tendencies.” Joey lifted the bottle of clear liquid to Seto. “Prove me differently.” He said with all seriousness.

Seto shook his head as he snatched the bottle, before pouring some into his glass and throwing it back and swallowing the entire amount. He winced at the horrible after taste, clenching his eyes against the burning pain.

“I don’t…understand…how you can sip that.” Seto said after a small chill ran down his body.

“You get used to it.” Joey’s lips began to turn into a devious smirk as he took the bottle and began to pour another shot for the both of them. “Drink up, baby.”

Seto woke up the next morning, head pounding. His eyes hurt as he tried to make out where he was. He turned beside him to find Mokuba in the bed next to him staring at him with wide blue eyes.

“Mokuba! You scared the shit out of me!”

“Sorry, Seto!” Mokuba said sitting up. “Joey said you would probably wake up cursing. He suggested I give you this.” Mokuba held out his hand holding to white pills.

Seto snatched one up, eyeing closely for inspection, finding it only to be aspirin. Quickly he swallowed them dryly before Mokuba handed him a glass of water which cooled his dehydrated mouth.

“How’d I get here? Last thing that I remember was being at the club…”

Mokuba giggled loudly, falling back onto the bed holding his lower abdomen.

“What the hell is so amusing Mokuba?”

“You and Joey were so wasted!” He said sitting up after composing himself. “It was about two when you two walked into the house singing horribly. Then when I came down stairs to see what was going on, you two were making out to the point you two flipped over the kitchen table and into the floor.”

“I don’t find anything funny.”

“I’m just not used to you being clumsy. It was very comical. Anyway, I figured I should get you upstairs before you two would hurt yourselves and I had to fight you tooth and nail to let go of Joey. He helped me get you upstairs and suggested that he should leave before he ended up doing something he would regret-”

“You let him drive home drunk?”

“Well, I suggested one of the guest bedrooms, but he insisted he go home. Before I knew it, he was gone.”

Seto gave a heavy sigh.

“Thank you for all your help Mokuba. Hungry?”

“Yes!”

“We’ll go to breakfast.”

Mokuba glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside.

“It’s two o'clock, Seto. How about lunch?”

“That’ll do.”

Mokuba and Seto had a good lunch where Seto was able to tell Mokuba about his night at the club leaving out the various details of the illegal and sexual activity. For all he told his brother is that they had drank and did a bit of dancing and probably too much more drinking that led to the unfortunate events at the house. Overall, he told Mokuba he had a halfway decent time, though he wished he could remember more and that Mokuba should not be encouraged to ever follow in his brother‘s footsteps in such actions when he reached that of Seto‘s age.

When they got back into the house, Seto’s cell phone began to ring, which he answered on the third one.

“Hello?”

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

Joey.

“I’m fine. A lot better since me and Mokuba went out for lunch. Is that all you wanted?” That came out a little more rude than he had wanted.

“Yeah, I was just checking to make sure you were okay. Say, listen, I’m going out tonight again, just wondering-”

“I think I should stay in for the night. I’m still a little tired from last night’s antics. I’m going to take a nap.”

“Sure no problem. You change your mind, let me know.”

“Though I highly doubt I will change it, I’ll keep your offer in mind.” He hung up the phone sliding it back into his pocket.

Mokuba was standing in the middle of the floor shaking his head.

“You’re a bad liar. You should go out again tonight. Maybe you’ll be able to remember this night than the-”

“No thank you. I’m going upstairs and lay down and try to forget about it.”

Regardless of sleep, he couldn’t forget about anything. From what he could remember, the feel of Joey against him felt so right. He could recall that familiar scent of the other as if he were standing behind Joey now.

Suddenly Seto’s mind took him back to the club and here he was with Joey again, that hard body against him once more in a tempting bliss. His own hands wrapped around Joey’s waist pulling him so close, he wanted to feel Joey inside of him. He closed his eyes against the music that began to fill his head once more and take over his body.

His hands traveled underneath Joey’s thin shirt as his lips tasted the blonds’ neck. He began to kiss and lick the salted skin from the dancing, surrounded by so many people, but when Seto opened his eyes, there were no people and only him and Joey existed beneath the flashing lights. He pulled back looking around confused.

Joey turned to him, in a similar fashion to what happened earlier that night at the club, and took Seto’s head between hands once more and pulled him until his lips were attached to Seto’s. This time, Seto wasn’t afraid to do what he wanted. He returned the kiss full force, his tongue fighting against Joey’s, taking complete control. He guided Joey backwards until the other’s back hit one of the columns in the middle of the floor, supporting him as Seto’s lips descended to his neck once again. Seto listened to the delicious moans escaping Joey’s mouth as he sucked hungrily at the skin.

Straightening up, Seto lifted Joey’s shirt over his head before kissing him one more. His fingers explored the planes of the muscled chest, pinching a nipple and capturing the gasp that released from Joey.

“Do I finally get to feel it?” Joey whispered against his lips and placing a small kiss to his swollen pair. Seto knew what he meant and he pulled back, gesturing for Joey to turn around and face the column.

Seto reached around undoing the Joey’s jeans, reaching inside and grabbing the leaking length, which he thumbed at the small opening, slowly pumping Joey as he thrusted his hips.

“You should hold on tight.” He said huskily into the ear, moving to undo his own pants.

As he was ready, he pressed a lonely kiss to the back of Joey’s ear before embedding himself deep within Joey.

The surrealistic warmth sent Seto into a frenzy as he sat up in bed, shaking in a cold sweat. He quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking at his alarm clock:

Nine thirty-six.

“Fuck…” He looked down at the front of his pants finding the bulge of his rock hard erection behind tight jeans. Standing up, he began to strip himself of his clothes before storming into the bathroom to take a shower.

A cold shower.

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Monday rolled around the corner and Seto looked at the building as usual; half dreading and half in anticipation. He hadn’t seen Joey since the night at the club and he knew that this would produce some sort of awkward moment between the two of them once he entered the classroom.

But he was wrong.

When he entered the classroom, Joey was sitting in his typical seat in the back of the room as he talked with Tristan. Tristan glanced up, eyeing him with narrowed eyes as he walked through the door. He ignored the look as he took his seat at the opposite side of the classroom where he wouldn’t have to see Joey or Tristan.

A short, white haired boy walked into the door and walked casually over to Seto, standing by his desk.

“Joey told me you would be needing my notes.”

“Thank You, Ryou.” Seto took the papers from the other boy.

“Are you alright, Seto?”

“Peachy.”

“If you need someone to talk to, Seto, I’m always here.” Ryou said with a small smile, putting his hand on Seto’s shoulder and squeezing. He then made his way to his seat at the front of the class.

Since when did Ryou become so friendly with Seto? He had rarely talked to Seto and today he decided to offer his companionship and even dared touch the CEO.

“-So, I see you’re not taking your meds.” Joey joked leaning against the locker next to Seto’s. School was finally ending for the day, which seem as though it took forever to come.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Seto didn’t turn to him as he continued to put his books in his locker.

“I’m talking about you being agitated and whatnot. I’m sorry if I’m invading your personal space, but I can’t stop thinking about what happened Friday night. You should have came with me Saturday. I had to take Tristan instead with me.” He laughed, but Seto didn’t return it.

“Did you try to make out him with him as well?”

“I did as a matter of fact and then I gave him one of the best dickings of his life. I’m a sucker for brunettes.” He grinned.

Seto closed his locker.

“I’m surprised with all this talk about being so attracted to me, how come you didn’t screw me when you had the chance Friday night?”

“Seto,” Joey frowned. “I would not take advantage of you like that. That’s why I did leave that night.”

Seto didn’t know what to say. If that was the real reason that Joey left, then he couldn’t exactly be mad at the other male standing before him.

“So how about it? Another dat-”

“That wasn’t a date.”

“Then how about having dinner over at my place. I’ll make sure the dog is out the house for the night and we can enjoy a little R&R.”

“You’re trying so hard to impress me. Doesn’t sound like something you would want to do.”

“Would you rather go back to the club then?”

“Actually…I would.”
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