Wow…so here I am, thinking this story is completely dead/a bust, and yet I feel compelled to add to it, albeit 2 years later. XD A big THANK YOU to everyone who reviewed! It's always nice to receive feedback on my work, but I really feel the trick was reading through something I'd written a while back and criticizing my own work…like taking in a big breath of fresh air. Anyway…the story continues…I think it'll heat up a bit this time. Not quite a lemon, but maybe we'll call it some zest. On with the show!

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh or its' characters. The concept, however, is mine, so no takey! And maybe the occasional OC, which you are welcome to borrow so long as proper credit is given.

Italics=Honda's thoughts.

Chapter 2

"I'm an ass." Honda sighed as he wiped a nervous sweat from his brow.

"Ok, I didn't mean to offend you; I was just taken aback by your question….no…"

This was going to be difficult. After noticing his friend's departure, Honda's first assumption was the boy had stormed off after being insulted by Honda's antics; he had stuttered, after all, and maybe Jou had misconstrued his reaction as a grimace of disgust. Quite the opposite, Honda thought to himself. He had spent the past 10 minutes rehearsing his apology to himself in front of the bathroom mirror, but apparently there's no tactful way to explain to your best friend not only are you not disgusted by him, but you actually find him to be quite attractive and would love to pin him down to the kitchen counter and show him you're his daddy.

The mental image he'd conjured up was enough to make him slightly aroused; Honda took a moment to splash cold water on his face before exiting the bathroom. Nothing would be more embarrassing than approaching Jou with a semi.

He chuckled a bit at the notion. Well, wouldn't that just speak for itself?

As Honda approached the living area filled with his graduating classmates, he made a point to mumble along the lines of "I need some fresh air" before strolling past them. Ignoring their confused expressions, he headed toward the sliding glass doors before the balcony. Honda wasn't sure why he assumed Jou would go outside, but it just seemed like something his drunken friend would do; sure enough, as he stepped onto the balcony, he was greeted with the sound of an American accent*, griping about having Mr. Six* neutered on his cell phone between puffs of toxic smoke from his cigarette.

Honda felt stupid. Jou had simply stepped outside to smoke and argue about his damn cat with Otogi. He laughed a bit as he recalled some surprising events; after his father opted to go to rehab, Jou found an apartment with Otogi downtown; between Jou bartending and Otogi managing his game shop, the two had combined enough income to live quite comfortably. Turns out they both shared a passion for interior design and fat house cats; Mr. Six is a 15 lb tabby with an extra toe.

Jou finally growled and said goodbye to his roommate before closing his phone; he took a long drag of his cigarette and looked up at Honda with a drunken grin.

"Hey there! I wondered where you went," noted Jou. Honda noticed he'd lost a bit of his stammer, which he attributed to the brisk autumn breeze.* Jou presented his pack of Marlboros to Honda, as if to offer him one of the brunette one of the toxic sticks.

"You know how I feel about that," stated Honda as he wrinkled his nose.

Jou shrugged. "Suit yourself."

Smoking was the only habit his friend possessed which Honda didn't care for. Many people had tried to label Jou as a drug addict or alcoholic, much like his father, but the younger blond was actually somewhat conservative. Yes, he drank fairly frequently, given his line of work, but Jou made a point to never lose control and succumb to addiction. Honda was very proud of his friend's determination to make a better life for himself; it was what separated him from the man he so detested.

Once Jou had flicked his cigarette off the balcony edge, Honda took a seat next to the blond and swung a lazy arm over the back of their porch swing. His face became a lovely shade of pink when he felt the smaller body snuggle against his chest; he quickly remembered what an affectionate drunk Jou had always been. Honda smiled and wrapped an arm around Jou's shoulders; he could detect the refreshing scent of green apple, which he recognized as Jou's favorite shampoo. It was enough to make the larger man uncomfortable as he tried to wiggle and readjust his pants.

Luckily, Jou was still much too intoxicated to notice Honda's discomfort; after a few minutes passed, Honda even wondered if his sitting partner had fallen asleep. As if on cue though, Jou sat up, stretched and eventually stood.

"We should get back to the party," said Jou, as he reached his arms into the air and stretched. "They've gotta be wondering where we went."

Honda nodded in agreement and stood, with a little help from Jou pulling him up from his sitting position. As Honda rose to his feet, he couldn't help but admire how much his friend had matured in the past couple of years. The goofy, slightly clumsy demeanor was still there, but much had been replaced with sophistication since coming into the adult world.

With his matured attitude, his appearance had changed as well; his wild mane of blond hair had been tamed into something manageable; he now fastened it into a ponytail with a bit of his bangs covering his forehead. The jeans and t-shirts were still worn, but were also graced with a stylish short jacket and boots. He had to admit, Jou had developed a taste in fashion; Otogi had definitely contributed as the two often swapped wardrobes. Honda was even slightly jealous of his friend's attractiveness; he himself had always felt insecure about his physical appearance.

"Are you coming?" Honda glanced up to see Jou staring at him; he wondered how long he'd actually stood there, admiring the other man's choice of outfit.

Honda laughed and silently kicked himself as he followed Jou back into the house. The party was still very much alive; apparently everyone had gotten bored with drinking games, as most of the group was dancing to some obnoxious club tune; Honda noted Yugi was beyond far gone, as he was grinding against his Yami on the dance floor. Jou also noticed his tiny friend's antics and laughed along with Honda.

"Do you want to dance?" Honda asked as he turned to Jou and offered his hand.

Jou shook his head and reached into the refrigerator for a bottle of Jack Daniels.

"Not my thing," stated the blond as he poured two shots for himself and Honda.

The two men clinked their tiny glasses together and each tilted their heads back, consuming the copper colored liquid. Honda choked a bit as he felt the alcohol run down his throat; Jou seemed unfazed, which baffled Honda. He had only recalled having whiskey on one other occasion, and it was mixed with soda. Drinking it straight reminded him of drinking gasoline and swallowing a match; the unpleasant burning sensation remained for a few minutes before fading into a mild tingling. Once he recovered, he looked down to see his glass refilled, and a grinning Jou pouring himself another shot. Honda smiled and picked up his drink.

Before he knew it, he'd easily consumed 3 shots and was feeling very pleasant; Jou obviously wasn't too far behind, as he giggled at the sight of his shot glass in pieces on the floor.

"Guess I'll js have ta use the bottle," slurred Jou.

"I tink yu'v had 'nough," replied Honda before realizing he was slurring just as badly as his crush. Jou thought it was funny, at least.

The pair returned to the crowd in the living room, noting the music had changed to something slower and most of their friends had calmed down. Apparently Yugi had been cut off; he was currently gracing the group with the sounds of heaving, as Yami held his hair back and lectured him on obeying his consumption limits.

Ryou and Bakura were curled up in an arm chair; Bakura's head was rolled backward with his mouth open as he snored loudly, whilst Ryou was a picture of tranquility as he slept peacefully in his lover's lap.

Most of their uninvited classmates were passed out on some piece of furniture, but much to Honda's chagrin, Kaiba and Hiroshi were conversing amongst themselves while sipping their drinks. Apparently they'd bonded over their mutual bitterness and longing for one Jounouchi Katsuya.

Honda didn't remember Otogi's arrival, but he was duly noted as he came to greet his roommate. The raven haired man rolled his eyes as Jou leapt into his arms for an awkward hug; surely this was something he dealt with regularly in their apartment.

-Honda's POV-

"You didn' say hi to me; are yu mad at me?" Jou was pouting up at that pretty bastard; I shouldn't be jealous, but I am.

"No, I'm not mad at you; I was just stopping by, but I'm leaving soon." I watched the look of disappointment paint Jou's face as Otogi pulled himself out of his grip.

"You smell like beer." Otogi grimaced.

"Mmm, I probably taste like it too." Jou giggled at his own joke; I couldn't help but imagine what his smooth, tanned skin actually did taste like.

I shook my head. Snap out of it, Honda. Otogi wouldn't be interested in listening to me ramble about my feelings for Jou, and alcohol definitely loosens my tongue, so I wanted to stop that train of thought ASAP.

Jou was still crumpled at Otogi's feet, gripping his legs like a small child; he was definitely as drunk as my self, if not more. I was actually surprised by how well I was disguising my intoxication.

"Come on, dumbass, get up." Otogi was shaking his leg, trying to release himself from Jou's grasp; with a sigh of frustration, he finally freed one foot and kicked Jou in the ribs. Jou whimpered pitifully from his spot on the floor; Otogi turned to me, looking satisfied.

"I think he needs to go to bed. Can you take him?" Otogi requested; I wasn't feeling so well myself, but I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to pamper my crush and possibly make my way into his bed.

I nodded eagerly; perhaps too eagerly, but who cares? I was excited! I had to steady myself as I lifted Jou from the ground; I underestimated just how much he actually weighed. With colt legs, I headed toward one of the four bedrooms, waving goodbye to Otogi as best I could. I even dared to smirk at Kaiba and Hiroshi; neither looked too pleased to see me carrying their prize upstairs.

I found the master bedroom and quickly claimed my rights to it, as no one else had already. Jou groaned as my arms faltered a bit and let him plop onto the bed. I was feeling dizzy myself and sat down by his feet to rest.

The sight before me was magnificent. Jounouchi lay sprawled out across the mattress; he'd shed his jacket, shoes and pants, leaving him in nothing but plaid boxers and a white t-shirt. Yes, I had seen my best friend naked on several occasions, but each time has been more breath taking than the last. Tan, sun-kissed skin graced long, powerful legs, leading up to slender hips; I could only remember what remained hidden beneath his boxers, and yes, it was just as impressive as the rest of his body. And oh, that face. I could sit and count each individual freckle on his face and fall in love with all of them. Incase it wasn't obvious before, let me just say, I am head over heels for this boy.

"Hiroto?"

I almost leapt off of the bed when I heard my name; it was then I noticed my face was a mere few inches from Jou's. I was caught.

"I was just..umm..well, I.." crap. How am I supposed to get out of this one?

-Jou's POV-

Nothing made sense. I didn't remember how or when I'd made my way into the kitchen, or how many drinks I'd had with Honda; I certainly didn't recall seeing Otogi at the party, but there he was. He didn't seem too happy about my current state of mind; he never really was. Of course he was used to me coming home from work in the back of a cab; every time he'd carry me into the house, take me to bed and stay with me until I fell asleep. But this time was different. He seemed tired of me, and I felt terrible about it.

Otogi and I had been living together since sophomore year. His credit landed us the apartment, and he even helped me start working at the bar, despite me being underage. I guess I do look a lot older than I am. He knows I take advantage of old business men; I flirt, give away shots, make them think they stand a chance with me and then accept money when they confuse their 50's for their 5's. Otogi would never judge me though; he understood my need for the money and sometimes it seems like he's the only one.

I guess you could say I really love the guy. He's a great friend and a great person. I've gone on legitimate dates with hopes of feeling something for someone, but most of the time it just turns into a one night stand. I've even found myself in the bed of strangers and trying to scream out no, but I've had too much to drink and I can't find my voice. I go home. I'm still not sober. Anyone else would take advantage of me, but not Otogi. He keeps me safe.

Let me just say now, I reminisce when I drink. It's probably the only condition under which I'm honest with myself and other people. Strange, isn't it? Most just dismiss it as drunken babbling and don't take me seriously, especially my roommate. So here I am, clinging onto Otogi's ankles because he wouldn't let me stay in his arms. All I really want is to get in the car with him, go home and let him take me to bed. If he wanted me physically, I would give myself to him; I trust him. I can feel my lips curling into a smile as I think about sharing my bed with Otogi, but that's rudely interrupted by a boot in my ribs!

I can hear the voices of my roommate and my best friend, but I'm not clear enough to understand what they're saying. Suddenly, I feel myself being lifted into strong arms. I know they don't belong to Otogi; he's easily half my size and couldn't lift me if he tried, so this must be Honda. I didn't even register I was being carried until I felt myself fall onto a bed. Ah, good, I can get some sleep. I made myself comfortable by kicking off my boots and losing my pants and jacket. Hell, why not? It's just Honda.

That poor guy didn't look so great himself. I patted the spot next to me to invite him to lie down, but I don't think he noticed. I closed my eyes for a few minutes, and when I opened them again, Honda was hovering over me!

"Hiroto?" I'm not sure why I used his first name, but he snapped out of it.

"I, uhh…well…umm…" Honda cleared his throat.

Maybe it was just the booze, but I'd seen that look before in the eyes of pretty much every man I'd ever been with. It was lust. I smirked and leaned forward to whisper into Honda's ear.

"Hiroto…It's ok." With a seductive pur, I grasped Honda's hand and moved it to my hip. The look on his face was truly priceless; mouth gaping like a fish out of water. I chuckled and leaned forward to place a kiss on his parted lips.

-Normal POV-

Honda flinched as he felt a pair of petal soft lips against his; he was expecting a dry, innocent peck between drunken friends, but apparently that wasn't the case as he felt nimble fingers run through his short hair. Jou lightly nipped at Honda's bottom lip, then tenderly ran his tongue across the spot; Honda let out a soft moan and deepened the kiss.

Jou's mouth tasted somewhat like the rough whiskey they'd consumed together, but also mixed with the sweetness of midori from a drink he'd had hours earlier. Honda wanted to experience more of the lovely taste, but Jou pulled back to playfully nip at Honda's jaw. The taller man maneuvered himself to be positioned over Jou, momentarily breaking their foreplay to look down at his prize. Jou's cheeks were flushed and he was panting; Honda felt quite satisfied with himself for having such an affect on his lover.

-Honda's POV-

I couldn't believe what was happening. Jou had kissed me and I was now pinning him down with my weight, massaging his neck with my tongue. I could hear his breath hitch every time I ran my tongue over his pulse point; I wanted to take things further. I pulled his shirt over his head and moved downward; I tenderly traced a trail of kisses from his chest, all the way down to just above his pubic bone.

Jou moaned with anticipation as I tugged on the waistband of his boxers. I glanced up to admire his face; he had let his hair down from the ponytail I'd admired earlier and was gripping a strand of his own blond tresses. Chocolate brown eyes were half lidded and his lips were parted; I'd never been so tempted to ravish him.

"Katsuya…" I loved his first name. I want to shout it from the rooftops as I declare my love for him to all of Japan!

He smiled and pulled me back up to him so he could grant me with one more passionate kiss before I devoured my prize. As I took his length into my mouth, I relished in the sound of every moan; I quickly discovered massaging his inner thighs would elicit a high pitched noise of delight. I smiled, pleased with my progress and ran my tongue along the length of his cock. Did I mention he's very impressive? I began to quickly bob my head, faster and faster, while applying more and more suction. I knew he was close when he gripped my hair and told me he'd stab me if I stopped.

I swirled my tongue around the head of his penis, engulfed him once more and felt the beginning of his release.

"OTOGI!"

…..what?

Muwahahahaha…this plot twist was totally on impulse, but I'm enjoying it! Note this chapter is much more romantic than silly; that won't last long, I promise. As of next week, I will have a computer at home and will be updating much more frequently. So be on the lookout!

Next chapter, I pinky promise I WILL supply a lemon! But who will it involve? Hmm…

Take care, everyone, and R&R!