Title: The Boys of Summer – Ch. 6: Shake Your Groove Thing
Author: bnomiko
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Yami x Seto, Rafael + Valon + Amelda, Malik + Bakura
Spoilers: none… takes place post-Orichalcos Doom arc
Warnings: swearing
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! is the creation of Kazuki Takahashi. "The Boys of Summer" is performed and recorded by Don Henley. "Shake Your Groove Thing" is performed and recorded by Peaches and Herb. "He's the Greatest Dancer" is performed and recorded by Sister Sledge. "Take Your Time (Do it Right) " is performed and recorded by The S.O.S. Band. "Ain't No Stopping Us Now" is performed and recorded by McFadden and Whitehead. "How Deep is Your Love" is performed and recorded by Bee Gees. This is a not-for-profit fanwork and I do not own any of these characters.
Summary: Sequel to "More Than Words" (can stand alone, but it makes more sense if read as a sequel). Amelda's day off leads to a shopping spree and disco horrors during the sixth day of the vacation.
Status: 7 / 9
Archived at: http://www.phenixsol.com/Miko/FF/

This is a MILD YAOI fic (male x male sexual situations). If you are offended by homosexual relationships, please do not read this. Flames will be disregarded.

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Author’s Notes:

• Setup for this fic:

• See Chapter 2 for setup on this fic.

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The Boys of Summer

Ch. 6: Shake Your Groove Thing

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"I still can't believe you're taking us shopping," Seto groused while Amelda parked the blue Mercedes on the first floor of South Coast Plaza's south parking structure.

Amelda shrugged and got out of the vehicle. "Well… this is what I like to do. And if I didn't go shopping… none of us would have clothes, or furniture, or anything. Besides, you mentioned that you didn't bring any clubbing wear along for the trip."

"Maybe that's because I don't go to clubs?"

Yami snorted and lightly pressed his shoulder into Seto's arm. "Maybe you will tonight, hmm?"

"Yami-kins… no."

"Well, if you really don't want to… I suppose we don't have to go. We could spend the evening sleeping, or counting the grains of sand on the beach, or… something."

"Whatever, Yami. You're not going to guilt me into going."

The shorter teen instantly grinned. He loved a good challenge.

* * *

As Amelda directed them from store to store in search of a clubbing outfit for Seto, amongst other things, the brunette wondered how Yami had so easily convinced him to agree to go dancing with the Doom trio that evening. It's not like Yami's incapable of taking care of himself, Seto reasoned. But he did purchase a top and pants that are so suggestive that all sorts of inebriated, hormonally-driven numbnuts are going to try to pick up on him and I'm not going to let that happen. Plus, Valon's going to be there, and I don't trust that loudmouthed, strip happy, horse humping idiot. Even though I'm sure Rafael's not going to let him go wild, I'd rather not find out later on that Valon decided to add on to their little trio and make a quartet. Hmm…

They walked into the Diesel store and Yami immediately wandered off to browse through the watches on display. Seto continued to mull over his current line of thought and looked over at Amelda, who had picked up a green sleeveless shirt off of one of the clothing racks. He had become so accustomed to Valon's ceaseless babble that Amelda's near silence took him by surprise. The last time he had seen the redhead, he was a dangerous and annoying opponent. The truth about Dartz and the passage of time had changed him a lot, and he was now much more subdued and almost as quiet as Rafael. But with a question burning in his mind, Seto figured he should try initiating conversation and casually strolled over to the redhead to ask, "So… how's everything going?"

"Huh? Oh… do you think Valon would like this?"

How the hell should I know? I'm not banging him, or being banged by him. "I guess." Well, there was no point in beating around the bush. "Valon's quite the flirt, isn't he?"

"Mmhmm, that's an understatement. Valon hits on everything and everyone. He even flirts with Pegasus sometimes." Seto scrunched up his face in disgust. "But he's just being friendly. Why, has he been coming on to you?"

"No. Just Yami." Come to think of it… DAMN IT! Argh… that fool's been flirting with me too!

"If you want, I can talk to him and…"

"No, don't. It's not a big deal." Amelda nodded and shut up. Now Seto felt like a fool for worrying about it in the first place. Stupid Valon. Why can't he be more… more like Amelda or Rafael or something, and keep his eyes on his own boyfriend… er, boyfriends? "I have another stupid question. Not that you have to answer it or anything. But um, how do you guys work out… the uh, bedroom situation?" Why on Earth did I ask that? I don't give a fuck how they... fuck.

Amelda tossed the shirt over his arm and glanced at Seto. "If you think we have an enormous bed and spend our nights having orgies, you're wrong. We live in a three-bedroom townhouse and each of us has our own room. Oh... you guys haven't even seen it, have you? But anyways… well, we try to be considerate of one another's feelings, since we rarely engage in... group activities. So when Valon and I want to be alone, we head for the yacht. When Rafael and I want to be alone, we usually send Valon off to Pegasus' ranch for a while. And when Rafael and Valon want to be alone, I go shopping. So it all works out I guess."

"Huh. Not as twisted as I thought it would be."

"Perhaps not, but I know this is far from 'normal.' Actually, that was the main cause of our problems with the neighbors, but I saw a 'For Sale' in front of their unit today, so thank goodness, they'll soon be gone and we won't have to put up with their shit any longer. Anyways, I think I'm going to buy this. It looks like Yami's going to pick up a watch or two as well."

Seto nodded at Amelda and began walking over to his lover, who was watching him from under his lashes. "See something you like?"

"Other than you?" They both smirked. "It's nice seeing you get along with Amelda, Kai-baby. I didn't want to interrupt, you know."

"Yeah, whatever. Planning to buy a watch?"

Yami held up a sleek digital watch with a square stainless steel case and black perforated leather band. "We haven't gotten anything for Noa yet. You think he'd like this? Or maybe that one?" He pointed at a similar watch with an off-center case and steel studded band.

Seto shrugged and Yami quirked an eyebrow at him. Sorry. The first one's better, I guess. But what about Mokuba? His birthday is tomorrow and I still haven't thought of anything.

Don't worry about it.

Of course I'm going to worry about it! I don't want to just buy him another stack of video games like I did last year.

Kai-baby… don't worry. I have it covered. And I promise, he'll absolutely love it.

Huh? What is it? He didn't remember Yami buying anything out of the ordinary in the last few days.

Can't tell you yet. But I'll show it to you tomorrow when I pick it up… trust me on this. Mokuba's going to get exactly what he wished for. The crimson-eyed teen gave his lover a mysterious smile and put the watch on the counter alongside with his credit card.

Flummoxed, Seto could only wonder what Mokuba had asked for, and why hadn't his little brother mentioned it to him?

* * *

"So, how's it going in there, Kaiba?" Amelda asked softly from his cushioned perch in front of the dressing room door. It had taken Yami nearly five minutes to convince his lover just to try on the shirt Amelda had picked out on a whim, and now another five minutes had passed with only indecipherable grumbles coming from the short-tempered CEO.

"You have the tackiest taste in clothing, you know that? There is no way, absolutely NO fucking chance in HELL that I'd wear this out in public," Seto finally growled back.

"Kai-baby… how about the pants I chose?"

"I like the pants," Seto said aloud, tugging at the waistband of the semi-metallic pewter gray pants, which featured four chunky side-release buckles on the outside of each leg.

"So you don't like the shirt at all?" Baby, let me see it!

No, because you're probably going to like it and want me to buy it.

Well, what's wrong with it?

Other than the fact that you can clearly see my nipples?

That peaked Yami's interest. Ohhh, let me see!

Yami, NO.

Baaaaaaby! The crimson-eyed teen began pounding on the door quite insistently. Come on!

Seto groaned audibly and unlocked the door. Yami poked his head into the room and broke out a huge, shit-eating grin at the sight of the sheer midnight blue mesh top which clung tightly to the planes of Seto's muscles. "You HAVE to get that, Kai-baby."

Amelda took the opportunity to peek in as well. "Wow, that's certainly… nip-tacular."

Seto glared at the redhead and slapped his hands over his chest. "See! I can't wear… Amelda, that's not even a word!"

"You really can't see your nipples, just the outline, sort of. And the silver Chinese dragon printed in the center is the real focus anyways," Yami lied unconvincingly. Seto turned his glare towards his boyfriend instead, causing the shorter duelist to smile sheepishly. Who was he kidding… he didn't even have to squint to see his lover's small nubs, as well as the thin line of fine brown hair that trailed from his navel to his…

"That really is an awesome clubbing shirt. And it looks great with the pants," Amelda said.

"I look… I look like a slut!"

Amelda met Seto's gaze momentarily. "That's exactly why it's an awesome clubbing shirt," he reiterated.

"Get it, Baby!" Yami demanded, his crimson eyes flashing. By Geb's goose, you have no idea how sexy you look right now. Why, if Amelda wasn't here… He trailed a finger down the center of the brunette's chest suggestively.

Seto's dick decided to take over and he found his mouth uttering, "All right, fine! Happy now?" Gah! Stupid hormones. Yami grinned smugly and Seto sighed. Stupid dick!!

* * *

After a full day of shopping, Amelda dropped Seto and Yami off at their hotel with a recommendation for a local Italian café and directions to the Crazy Horse.

Having dinner alone for the first time in several days, the couple walked to the café and enjoyed a nice, light meal. They got back to the hotel with a little over two hours to spare, so Seto decided to spend some time on the phone with Mokuba to wish him a happy birthday while Yami played with the eyeliner and black nail polish he had picked up earlier in the day. The younger duelist was more than eager to go out and show off Seto in his sexy new outfit, but somewhere between getting dressed and walking out the front door of the suite, Yami ended up throwing his lover onto the sofa and taking him from behind.

As they recovered from their mind-blowing, mind linked tumble, Seto privately thought about how… exciting it was to let Yami slip past his defenses. It was a thrill, but a safe one. And thanks to their connection, Yami seemed to know exactly when to take advantage of his bouts of generosity. Of course, his hormone-addled brain reminded him, he had been feeling extremely generous as of late...

Next time, Seto said wearily, I'm on top. He slowly got up and joined his lover in the bathroom, picking up his discarded clothing along the way.

Yami chuckled as soon as Seto walked into the bathroom. All right, next time. And the time after that. And the time after…

Seto made a face. Okay, I got it, thank you. And I hope this time, Yugi doesn't give us a call to say that he decided that he had to screw Anzu because he saw my hair through your eyes, or whatever.

Hope not! I concentrated on actively blocking him out this time! said Yami in distaste. He finished cleaning himself up and started getting dressed again.

Seto began washing up but kept an eye on his boyfriend as the shorter teen pulled on a black thong and then struggled to get back into a pair of ridiculously shiny, ridiculously tight black vinyl pants which nearly unzipped completely apart at the crotch. Once those were on, Yami yanked on a black sleeveless top which had orange PVC panels inset into the shoulder and in a huge arrow right down the front of the shirt, which pointed glaringly at the former Pharaoh's crotch.

I see you staring. Admit it, you like it. Yami finger combed his hair back into his usual spikes and checked his eyeliner, which made his extraordinary eyes stand out even more. I have great taste.

Hn. The big arrow and the zip-through crotch just scream, "Fuck me now." You do realize I'm going to have to kill anyone who even looks in your direction, right?

Don't worry. I don't think anyone will be looking at me, thanks to your nipples. Yami smirked. Oops, did I just say that?

Seto frowned deeply. That's it. I'm not wearing that shirt!

Kai-baby… I was just kidding. It'll be so dark in the club no one will even notice. Besides, I'll protect you if someone gets the wrong idea.

You'll protect me? Heh! Seto pulled on the shirt again after a slight hesitation, smoothing it over his chest.

Yami caught his hand and gave him a serious look. Of course. Would you really expect any less of me?

Seto cocked his head and considered it. I'm sure I can take care of myself just fine, but if it makes you feel better, I… appreciate the sentiment.

Mmm. Good. You won't regret it. I promise.

* * *

The Crazy Horse was conveniently located right by a valet station, so after the Prowler was dropped off, Yami and Seto only had a short distance to go to look for the trio of former Doom members. It wasn't hard to spot Rafael, who stood out from the crowd with his height and bulk. On either side of him, Amelda and Valon were fussing over the snaps on the blonde's sleeves. Seto evaluated the three duelists' outfits with a critical eye. Rafael was in a pair of faded black jeans and a thin golden olive shirt with quilted black canvas panels over the shoulders. Valon was wearing the dark green button-up shirt which Amelda had purchased earlier on and had paired it with baggy black cargo pants. His spiky, tousled brown hair was somewhat tamed by decorative chrome goggles with yellow lenses. And Amelda? He was in an unusual asymmetrical black crop top with a mock turtleneck, single sleeve, and dramatically cut-out arm hole which flashed most of his left pectoral muscle, and a...

"Holy fuck! You're wearing a skirt?" Seto gasped.

The redhead smiled and turned his hip enough to show off the pants beneath the skirt-like flap. "It's a skant."

Seto continued to stare at him. Did he say skank?

No, I think he said…

"Well, don't we make quite the group?" came an all-too-familiar, grating voice from behind them all.

Seto's eyes widened. Please tell me they didn't invite…

Yami turned his head first and instantly coughed into his hand in an effort to keep from laughing aloud. Perplexed, Seto finally looked over his shoulder and nearly choked as soon as he caught sight of the silver-haired CEO, unsure of whether he should laugh, cry, burn his eyes out, or simply run away. The man was wearing a robin's egg blue leisure suit with white contrast stitching and a pink, red and white paisley print shirt which was half unbuttoned. He even switched out his plain black eyepatch for a black and silver one. Pegasus caught Seto gawking and shrugged. "It's disco night." As if that could excuse it.

Rafael merely grunted in agreement while Yami admonished his boyfriend. Kai-baby, don't just stare at him. It's rude.

Seto made a face. I can't help it. I think I've momentarily gone blind.

* * *

By the time the six duelists made it into the Crazy Horse, the band Bootiequake was already up on stage and had the dance floor below jam packed with bodies. Pegasus, Rafael and Amelda instantly headed for the bar while Valon sat down at a table they had reserved near the front of the dance floor.

"My God, it's so loud in here!" Seto said, trying to be heard over the music.

Valon blinked at him. "What?!"

"I said… NEVERMIND," Seto yelled back. This is crazy. People actually consider this fun?

Of course! You really should've come dancing with me before this, but oh well...

That's what your little friends are for. Why would I want to get shoved into the middle of a sweaty crowd and have strangers gyrating at me while being deafened by obnoxiously loud music?

Yami just shrugged and watched the action out on the dance floor in the middle of the room. There were certainly a lot of people out there enjoying themselves.

Valon suddenly stood up and latched onto Yami's wrist, causing Seto to bare his teeth at him. "Wanna dance?"

"Yeah, but what about…"

"Ah, don't worry, they'll catch up."

Yami blinked, then looked over at Seto. Coming with?

No. He sat back and crossed his arms over his chest. Go on… I don't care.

The ex-spirit frowned. He didn't want his lover to sit around sulking the entire evening. Please, Seto.

I'm fine here. You go have a good time; I mean it. Don't let me keep you from having fun.

"Yami." When the crimson-eyed teen looked up, Valon tugged him close enough to say into his ear, "I have a plan, mate. Don't worry, we'll get him out and dancing in no time."

Yami smirked and nodded, then followed Valon down the stairs to the front of the dance floor, where there was a decent sized clearing in the crowd. The ex-spirit shut his eyes and listened to the music, his hips starting to sway in time with the beat.

A few moments later, he felt someone bumping up against him insistently. Thinking it was Valon, he dismissed it until he heard a giggle and opened his eyes to see a pink-haired girl bumping hips with him. Blinking, Yami looked over at Valon to see him dancing with two girls. The brunette winked at him over one girl's shoulder. Heh, nice plan, Valon.

"You're cute! I like your pants!" Yami's dance partner said, beaming brightly. She put her hand lightly on his hip.

Three… two… one…

Seto suddenly rushed across the dance floor, forcing his way between Yami and the girl. "Keep your hands to yourself, tramp," he growled, pulling Yami to his chest. The girl pouted, then blanched as Seto glared fiercely at her. She motioned to her friends and all three moved off to dance with another group of guys. Valon shrugged at the loss of his dance partners, then just began dancing by himself.

Yami tilted his head back to look at his possessive boyfriend. Seto, you can let go now.

Stupid bitch. Why'd you let her touch you?

I hardly think flirting is an offense worthy of a Mind Crush. Besides, now that you're on the dance floor…

No. Yami…

Yami ignored Seto's protest and wrapped a leg around his lover's, then ground his crotch against Seto's thigh. Come on. He began a slow, insistent, rocking rhythm as the previous song ended and the next one began. It's like sex, Baby.

Sex. Except we're dressed.

Hmm. Yes. Yami shut his eyes again and began mouthing the lyrics to the song.

Seto just stood still, more than a little embarrassed by the entire situation, but after a quick look around he realized that no one was staring at them. Yami obviously didn't care if anyone was looking, swinging his hips hard with the rhythm and sliding his ass across Seto's thighs, the orange arrow on his top just begging for people to look down at his vinyl-clad groin. Then the young CEO realized that his body was also starting to sway in time with the music.

What the hell? How does he do this to me?

By the end of the song Seto finally relaxed enough to appreciate Yami's sensuous performance. And apparently he wasn't the only one…

"I didn't know Pharaohs could dance like that," Amelda commented loudly, a mixed drink in hand, his face slightly pink already. Rafael stood beside him with an arm casually slung over the redhead's shoulders and a beer in hand.

"Apparently this one can," Pegasus threw in. "By the way, you guys missed something funny at the bar."

"What's that?"

Rafael spoke up. "This little jackass was trying to get Amelda's phone number. Wouldn't take no for an answer until I walked up and then he yelled, 'Oh my God, you're dating the Incredible Hulk?' Idiot. It's tacky being that drunk this early." His gaze shifted to Amelda. The redhead snorted unapologetically and took another sip of his drink.

"Well, you do make an imposing sight, Rafael," Yami pointed out with a smirk.

"Not as much as Kaiba running people over to get to you," Amelda said in return, lifting his drink in a salute. The alcohol had really loosened his tongue.

"I was NOT running over people!" Seto yelled. Everyone stared at him in disbelief.

"Well… at least we got you out on the dance floor, mate," said Valon smugly, his body beginning to move to the music again. He sidled up against Seto, much to the taller teen's chagrin, and began singing.

Then both Yami and Valon began shaking their posteriors up against Seto.

"Gah!! Go dance with your boyfriends or Pegasus, loser!"

Valon laughed and followed Seto's "suggestion," moving over one spot in their little dance circle and stepping between Pegasus and Amelda instead.

Great, now I'm stuck with Mr. Leisure Suit instead of Valon, Seto said in horror as the silver-haired CEO began dancing next to him. He was a truly horrifying sight; all tacky clothing and cheesy moves.

Shouldn't have told Valon to move. Don't worry, Kai-baby, I'll protect you from Pegasus, just like I promised I would.

You'd have to gouge out my eyes to do that. Yami smacked his boyfriend's arm lightly, then maneuvered himself so that Seto was more or less pinned in place in front of the stage. Yami, what are you doing?

Protecting what's mine of course. The former Pharaoh began dancing around him like a stripper with a pole, twining his legs around Seto's, running his hands all over the brunette's stomach.

I don't need to be protected from Pega… he began protesting, then Yami began rubbing his palms over the thin mesh of his shirt. Mmm… Yami, stop that…

Why? The shorter duelist nudged a nipple with his nose.

Why? Because we're in the middle of a crowd!?

Seto, look around. I'm hardly the worst one here.

The young billionaire looked over the spikes of Yami's hair at the dancers around them. There were people grinding against each other all over the dance floor. A rather tipsy Amelda was now sandwiched between Rafael and Valon, the redhead's back against the blonde's chest while the brunette fondled the chest muscle left exposed by Amelda's top. And Pegasus was busy trying to chat up a young woman, who looked mortified at the attention he was giving her. Okay, maybe not.

Exactly. As the next song began, Yami effortlessly switched his movements to match the new rhythm and grabbed Seto around the waist. Come on, dance with me, he asked, pulling his lover away from the stage. Close your eyes, feel the music, let your body go. He slid his hands down Seto's hips and pulled their bodies together, his undulations encouraging his reluctant lover to loosen up a little more.

This is so stupid, Seto complained, but he followed Yami's lead anyways.

You're doing fine, Kai-baby. I like dancing with you. Gives me an excuse to molest you in public.

Hn. Pervert. The taller teen smirked and ran his hand over the curve of Yami's ass.

Hypocrite. Yami returned the favor, not missing a beat.

* * *

"They're sooo cute, aren't they?" Pegasus asked, nursing the remainder of his Mai Tai at the table. He was feeling quite nice and fuzzy and warm at the moment.

"Those two?" Rafael lifted his beer and gestured out to the darkened near corner of the dance floor where Seto held Yami while the shorter duelist swayed and lip-synced along with the music.

Pegasus began to nod, then stopped as his head started spinning. "They've been on the dance floor for hours and hours and hours. They've completely forgotten that we're here." He pouted slightly and signaled to a waitress for another round of drinks.

Amelda chuckled and leaned drunkenly against Valon. "… never thought… He's a cuddle bunny, Seto Kaiba is."

"I dare you to say that to his face," Valon said flippantly.

"Okay!"

"Er, I was just kidding, Amelda. You're just full as a boot, aren't you?"

"Boots?" Amelda lifted a leg and tried to throw it across Valon's lap, nearly kneeing the Aussie in the gut. "I love my boots."

Rafael looked at Valon, who wisely decided to relieve his drunken boyfriend of the rest of his umpteenth Sex on the Beach by quickly finishing it off himself despite the redhead's protests.

"You should probably take him home," Pegasus suggested as Amelda began crawling onto Valon's lap.

Rafael nodded and slammed down the rest of his beer before standing up and stretching. "Come on, Amelda. Let's say good night to the lovebirds," he said, hauling the redhead off of Valon and walking him down towards the dance floor with the Aussie's help.

The band began playing a slower song, and Rafael and Valon held Amelda up by the stairs while people migrated from the dance floor towards the bar. After a minute, the trio began weaving their way through the remaining throng of people and stopped in front of an oblivious Seto and Yami.

The brunette CEO leaned against the railing, his eyes half-shut as Yami pressed against him and softly sang along with the words the singer was crooning.

Yami pulled back just enough to move his lips from Seto's ear to the underside of his jaw, the lyrics spilling forth against the taller teen's skin.

Amelda started trying to wiggle free of his boyfriends' grasps. "Awwwwww!" Both Seto and Yami suddenly jerked their heads up at the sound, twin glares focusing on Amelda's bleary gray-eyed gaze.

The redhead laughed in delight and suddenly lurched forward to announce, "Seto Kaiba, you're a cuddle bunny. Like my boots? Take me home." Valon burst into laughter while Yami and Rafael sniggered.

Seto continued to glower icily at Amelda. "Drink much?" he snarled.

The redhead furrowed his brow, trying to concentrate on the question. "Only if you're buying," he finally answered. Rafael frowned at his boyfriend.

Valon smiled sheepishly. "As much as I enjoy watching Amelda humiliate himself while blotto, we're going to haul his sorry ass home. We'll call you blokes tomorrow."

Yami nodded. "And Pegasus?"

Rafael looked back at the table. "Drunk and getting drunker. He already called for Crocketts to pick him up. But if it's not too much to ask, can you keep an eye on him? He usually doesn't get as goofy as Amelda, but he does tend to lose track of time."

"All right," Yami agreed. Seto scowled at him. "Have a good night." The threesome slowly made their way off the dance floor and disappeared into the dark recesses of the club.

No way, I am NOT going to babysit that prick, Yami!

We're not babysitting him. It won't hurt to take a few extra minutes and make sure he gets out okay. But I hope he doesn't mind leaving a bit early. I'm starting to get tired.

Shit! Whatever. I don't care what he wants to do. If you're tired, let's just go over there right now, grab him, drag him out the door, and then his little lackey can take things from there.

We'll go in a minute. I still have enough energy for a few more songs, and oh... love this one!

The pair stayed out on the dance floor for several more minutes, then finally Yami called it a night and the two headed to the table where the silver-haired CEO sat by himself. Pegasus grinned at them as they approached and pushed a pair of shot glasses forward. "Buttery Nipples?"

Seto made a face and hid his chest behind Yami's spiky hair. Is he hitting on us? "You better not be hitting on me."

"No, Kaiba-boy," he said with a laugh, poking at one of the glasses. "This is a Buttery Nipple. Or as Valon calls it, a Cocksucking Cowboy."

"I'm not drinking anything that sounds obscene, especially when *you* say it like that," the brunette protested, though Yami picked up one of the glasses and took an experimental sip.

"Hmm, it's not bad…"

Pegaus smiled briefly at Yami, then turned his attention back to Seto. "Don't get your expensive designer undies in a bunch, Kaiba-boy. I could have offered you… a Blow Job, or a Violent Fuck, or a Butt…"

Seto's eye began twitching. "Jeeesus, you're trashed."

"He's even funnier when drunk," Yami said, downing the rest of the shot.

"Why, thank you Yugi, er… Yami-boy. Here, have another."

The brunette slammed his hand on top of the second glass. "Yami, don't encourage him. Look Pegasus, your drinking buddies have already gone home. So why don't you lay off the booze, pick your butt up off the chair, and come outside with us so that your lackey can pick you up, okay?"

Pegasus focused his single eye on Seto's scowling face for a long moment, then he totally crumpled. "You hate me!"

"Damn straight. Come on, get up." He tugged on Pegasus' sleeve.

Yami frowned a little. He'd probably be more willing to come along if you pretended to like him, Seto.

I am not going to…

"You hate me, and Yami hates me, and everyone else left me!" the older CEO wailed.

"I don't hate you," Yami said soothingly, picking up Pegasus' jacket and giving Seto quick elbow to the ribs.

Seto made an exasperated sound. "Fine! Whatever… I don't hate you that much… anymore, okay? You're just an irritating nutcase." He forcibly hauled the taller man to his feet, then backed up in horror as Pegasus lunged for him and missed, grabbing Yami instead. The brunette billionaire immediately began peeling the silver-haired man off his boyfriend.

"You don't know how lonely I get, Kaiba-boy," Pegasus sniffed when Seto finally got him to release Yami and began guiding him towards the exit with a firm grip on his arm. Yami got out of the way and trailed behind the two taller duelists. "I go home, and there's no one there. Well, there's Crocketts and Saruwatari, but I don't want to look at them. Or sleep with them. At least you have someone pretty to sleep with."

Seto rolled his eyes. "Why don't you go hit on Valon or something? Make it a four-way." See, he just called you pretty. And he implied that he'd sleep with you. Still feel sorry for him?

He implied that he'd sleep with YOU. It was you he was trying to hug, Kai-baby. Seto glared at the younger teen, who just smirked in response. But if it makes you feel better, I think he's drunk enough that he has no idea what he's saying.

Hn.

"But… they don't want me!" Pegasus cried. Several people in the club turned to see what the commotion was about.

"Can't exactly blame 'em," Seto muttered to himself, hurriedly pulling the man through dance club's doors before he made even more of a scene.

Hmm… I guess he just confirmed that he's bi, Yami thought to point out.

Yami, you're not helping. I don't even want to think about it. It's bad enough that I'm touching him right now.

With a bit of effort, Seto finally managed to steer Pegasus through the second set of doors and sit him down on a metal bench between the restaurant's entrance and the parking lot. Yami handed the drunken man his jacket and sat down next to him, looking expectantly at Seto. The brunette ground his teeth, then finally plopped himself on the bench next to Yami. As tempted as he was to just haul Yami over his shoulder and leave Pegasus to wallow by himself, his boyfriend was making it very clear that they were going to stay until someone showed up to pick up the silver-haired CEO.

"You both are really nice boys," Pegasus began saying, suddenly perking up. "And you make such a cute couple. I just want to hug both of you!" And with that, he latched onto Yami yet again. "Come here, Kaiba-boy!"

"NO!" yelled Seto, his hands instantly balling into fists. What did it take to get the guy to back off?

"Ahem. Mr. Crawford." Seto and Yami looked up to see a burly man in a black suit quickly approaching the bench. Seto narrowed his eyes hatefully at Saruwatari and stood up, glaring silently at the man.

"He's a bit drunk," Yami mentioned as the bodyguard went to pry his boss off the former Pharaoh. "Ah… thanks."

"They're such sweet boys, aren't they?" Pegasus gushed at Saruwatari.

"If you say so, Mr. Crawford." Saruwatari nodded briefly at the pair as he got his employer up on his feet and began walking him towards the limo waiting in the parking lot.

"That was… terrifying," Seto said, watching as Pegasus got into the limo.

"Don't complain. At least you evaded him… twice." The crimson-eyed teen muffled a yawn.

Seto smirked slightly and began steering Yami to the valet station. "Well, at least now we know why Valon's little bunch has so much cash. Pegasus must pay them a lot to put up with him."

"Heh." Yami gave his boyfriend a sly glance. "And you're a dream to work for, right?"

"Hmph! At least *I* don't molest my employees."

"You'd better not! But… even though you don't like him, thanks for helping him out. I do feel a little sorry for him."

"Yeah, whatever. Don't make a big deal of it. I didn't do it for him, you know."

Yami chuckled softly and placed a hand at the small of his lover's back. "I know. Thank you, Kai-baby."

"Hn. Well… you're welcome."

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TBC

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Additional Author’s Notes (regarding how this chapter came up):

• Gah… long chapter! Originally the emphasis was supposed to be on the shopping trip, but I had so much fun with the club scenes (and wrote 'em first) that I pretty much glossed over the shopping trip.
• Re: clubbing clothes. Okay, here is the breakdown of where I found the outfits. Seto: top is Calvin Klein (based on an orange mesh shirt from my husband's closet), pants are "Glitch" from SludgeFaktory. Yami: top is Lip Service's "Point of No Return" from "Drastik Plastik" line (it does NOT come in orange… I Photoshopped that color), pants are Lip Service's "Expose-A-Pant" from "4-Way Gang Bang" line. Valon: top is Diesel, pants are Tripp NYC. Amelda: top is "Asymmetrical Tank" from theAesthetik, skirt/pants are "Skant" from theAesthetik. Rafael: top is Lip Service's "Dog Team Shirt" from "Black Dog Sweaters" line, pants are just... jeans LOL. Pegasus: entire ensemble is from a time warp to the early/mid 70s.
• The Crazy Horse was a 21 and over club, but for this fic, just pretend it was 18 and over :) And yes, they did have live disco music on Friday and Saturday nights. They didn't allow drinks on the dance floor, but I put that in since guys seem to dance better with a beer in hand ^^ and I wanted to see someone(s) get sloshed.
• Lyrics came from the following songs (listed in chronological order): He's the Greatest Dancer, Take Your Time (Do it Right), Shake Your Groove Thing, Ain't No Stopping Us Now, How Deep is Your Love.
• Re: Aussie slang. "Full as a boot" and "blotto" both mean drunk or intoxicated. I know I haven't been explaining what Valon says chapter by chapter, so here's a few more clarifications. In Ch.1, "whacker" = idiot, dick. In Ch. 4, "having a naughty" = having sex, "mad as a cut snake" = very angry, "sunbake" = sunbathe. In Ch. 5, "chucking a sickie" = faking illness to take a sick day from work, "station" = ranch. I think that's all of them.
• I love obscene drink names and yes, all the ones I used in this story are real.

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August 1, 2005