Punch Drunk

Flashbacks

From across the room Shuichi watched Suguru totter around. It was Hiro and Ayaka's wedding reception, and in the true spirit of celebration, Shuichi had spiked the punch bowl. Only one though-- there were three in all, so it wasn't like everyone was going to get completely smashed. They didn't get all their drinks from the same bowl.

Well, most of them didn't.

Shuichi began to giggle as his bandmate went to get another drink. From, you guessed it, the same punchbowl. Of course, it had to be the one Shuichi had tampered with. The poor kid had no idea what do do with himself in a situation like this--everyone was dancing and talking and laughing, none of which he was terribly good at--so he'd done nothing all evening but refill his cup again and again as he sat in the corner and watched everyone. Shuichi knew he would have gone over and informed the boy the punch he was drinking was alcoholic if he'd been a nice person but...! Usually, he was a nice person, but a combination of two things held him back.

One, he wanted to see what the 16-year-old was like when he let loose.

Secondly, he hoped Suguru would embarass himself so that he might be a little more humble the next time he was mocking the older singer.

Lastly, Shuichi was having too much fun watching his inebriated friend try to walk as he got more and more drunk. Really, he was quite cute!

Okay, so that was three reasons, but who was counting?

"You know, one of these days your pranks are gonna catch up to you and you're gonna regret it." The familiar voice spoken from right behind him made him jump. He turned to smile crookedly at Hiro, his long-time best friend and one of the two people for whom this celebration had been thrown.

"Aw! You know I don't mean him any harm. Just look at him. He's probably more relaxed than he has been in years!" They watched as suddenly, Suguru flopped to the floor and seemed to snicker at something on the ceiling.

"...Much more relaxed..." He was beginning to see where Hiro might be coming from. This might be a little cruel.

Sighing, Hiro grabbed his arm and began pulling him towards a knot of people.

"Hey! What're you doing?" Indignantly, Shuichi resisted the pull on his arm.

"You have to take pictures with everyone before you can leave. Since I'm going to make you take him home since it's your fault he's incapacitated, the pictures have to be taken now!" Shuichi was going to argue the injustice of this--he didn't want to leave, dammit!-- he was shoved into the group of girls, one of whom was Ayaka, and made to smile and be moved around like a living doll until all four hundred some pictures had been taken with every girl between the ages of three months and 98 year at the party, and some that weren't.

Finally escaping, he was pulled aside by Hiro, who had an odd expression on his face that seemed to be halfway between a smirk and frightened. "Shuichi... remember how I said that one day your pranks would catch up to you?"

Puzzled--after all, Hiro had only said it a few minutes ago... and come on, his memory wasn't that bad!-- Shuichi stared at him before nodding to confirm that he did, in fact, remember, because he did not, in fact, have Alzheimers like everyone believed.

"When was the last time you saw Yuki-san?" This question seemed to Shuichi a total switch of topics, but, hey, he did that all the time! Maybe he was rubbing off on Hiro?

"Ummm... about an hour ago, when he said he was going outside to smoke. Why?" Hiro looked like he was at a loss as to what to say now, and his eyes were focused on something quite a distance behind his friend. He also had a very strong grip on Shuichi's shoulders, as if trying to hold him still, that was beginning to hurt.

"He apparently has been drinking a lot, Shu..." He didn't see how this was news. Yuki always drank a lot.

"Okay...?"

Hiro took a deep breath, and then suddenly let out a snort, before managing to choke out words around laughter he was trying to suppress. "Your mischief has caught up with you."

Shuichi was yanked around, and then very nearly fainted. There, against the wall, Yuki had his tongue down a happy Suguru's throat.

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Waking up with a pounding headache, Yuki pulled himself out of bed to find the aspirin he kept around his apartment for such times. Taking two, he stumbled his way back into his bedroom with the intent of sleeping for another half-day. Unfortunately, what he saw waiting for him removed any more sleep as a possiblity. Indeed, sleep was the furthest from his mind. For, curled up like puppies in the middle of the bed, lay his little lover and the younger keyboardist in his band, both naked as the day they were born. Shaking his head desperately, he struggled to remember just what, exactly, had happened last night.


Yuki hated weddings. He hated parties in general-- too many people in one room were a pain in the ass to put up with-- but wedding were especially bad. He would have hated them no matter what, he believed, but try being a romance novelist and attending one with your male lover. It spelled only one thing-- disaster. Shuichi, fortunately, left him alone after promising they didn't have to stay too long, for which he supposed he'd have to thank his little brat for later. He hadn't tried to make him be nice. So, Yuki had found himself out on this balcony for two hours, getting as drunk as possible with drinks from the bar and chain smoking. Speaking of which, he needed another drink.

Heading inside, he noticed how everyone looked so damn happy. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but did they have to do it so loudly? Grabbing two more shots from the bar and heading back outside, he noticed one boy who was decidedly not happy. It was that bandmate of Shuichi's--not the one that was getting married, but the other, the young one. What was his name? Suguru, wasn't it? He was Tohma's cousin.

Heading over to the kid, he leaned against the wall next to him. While they locked eyes, he knocked back both shots. This Suguru was obviously inebriated. He was swaying back and forth, and focusing on Yuki with a grim determination that suggested he was seeing more than one of him. Holding back a smirk about young men who couldn't hold their liquor, he leaned closer to attempt to start a conversation.

Apparently, those two most recent shots had begun to take effect, because he tilted forward as he lost his balance, and caught himself, barely, with his arms on either side of the boy's head with his face close enough to feel the other's breath. Yuki couldn't remember who'd moved forward, but the next thing he knew he had the small, lithe body against the wall--god, it was like Shuichi's, so pliant-- and Suguru was whimpering as he kissed him.


Well, shit. Obviously, he and the keyboardist had started it. But why had Shuichi agreed to go along... and become involved?


They were pulled apart several minutes later by his little lover, who had help from some unknown people as he shoved them into a cab. The keyboardist seemed nearly unconscious as he leant his head against the window, and Shuichi wasn't saying a word.

When they finally pulled up to the apartment, Shuichi helped Suguru out of the cab and inside. Yuki followed, admiring the view. Once his lover got the door open, he manuevered the seemingly unconcious kid onto the couch, before going down the hall to their bedroom. Following him there, Yuki realized the singer was angry as soon as he entered--but not as much as he should have been, and he also seemed confused.

"Why did you make out with him?"

Yuki considered a variety of answers. "Because he was there." That was the only one inoffensive that was remotely true.

"So you would have made out with anyone?" Shuichi looked a little pissed now.

Uh-oh. Time to reverse the positions. "Probably, but I'd have preferred for it to have been you. Of course," Yuki paused and acted as if he was considering something. "If it had been you, we would have been doing much more than making out." Amused, he watched as his lover slowly flushed pink. Walking forward, he reached out and unbuttoned his shirt, Shuichi letting him remove it before he pulled away.

"You think I'm going to sleep with you after you just made out with one of my bandmates?" He was incredulous.

"Yes... after all, nothing's ever stopped you before." Yuki's answer was smug before he moved forward and kissed his lover.

Despite how annoyed he was by the whole thing, Shuichi melted into the kiss. Yuki was right-- that much never changed. Slowly pressing him back towards the bed, Yuki was surprised when he felt hands that were not his brat's smooth along his sides. Pulling away sharply, he saw the boy-- seemingly passed out on the couch-- with his lips attached to Shuichi's throat. His lover's eyes popped open and he made to move away, but Yuki prevented him with a murmured suggestion that came from a devilishly drunk mind.

"Let's have a threesome, hmm?"

If Shuichi had any objections, he didn't have a chance to utter them as Yuki divested him of his pants and underwear. Pulling away from the kiss, he got Suguru's attention and told him to strip. As the boy complied, he was happy to note he was much more obedient than his little lover usually was.

Obviously, Shuichi had decided he had no objections to the three of the having sex, because as soon as the younger was naked he turned around and kissed him.


Yuki left the bedroom and managed to find his way to the kitchen, where he sat down heavily in a chair. The rest were only flashes of skin and sweat and breathy cries, but he didn't need a play-by-play to figure out what had happened. After several minutes, he heard movement and low voices and Shuichi joined him in the kitchen.

"He's awake, but... he doesn't remember very much. He is sore though, so he put two and two together."

After this grim little speech the singer locked eyes with his boyfriend. He obviously wanted something.

"I'll call a cab." Sighing, Yuki gave in to the silent demand. The younger man smiled and left the kitchen.

Coming back into the bedroom after his discussion with Yuki, Shuichi saw Suguru slumped on the bed, head in hands.

"You're not okay with what happened, are you?" Shuichi hesitantly moved to sit next to the depressed keyboardist.

"Of course I'm not okay with it! I just lost my virginity in a one-night stand I can barely remember with you and your lover!"

Trying to look on the bright side, Shuichi patted the 16-year-old's shoulder and pointed out that at least no memory of it meant less regrets.

Suguru glowered at him, and Shuichi felt his stomach sink when he saw that the boy looked like he was going to cry. "I just wish I knew how I got so inebriated! I don't drink!" The voice sounded so tormented that Shuichi's mouth decided to bypass his brain.

"It was the punch!" He blurted, and then could have kicked himself.

Suguru lifted his head again and stared at the singer. "How do you know?"

Guiltily, Shuichi muttered something too low to hear.

"What, Shindou-san?"

"He said," Yuki decided to input from the doorway, "that he knows because he was the one who spiked it."

Suguru blinked several times and breathed very carefully through his nose.

After several minutes, Shuichi mustered the courage to ask if he was alright. Had he gone into shock?

Suguru looked right at him before smiling in a way that reminded him without a doubt that this was Seguchi Tohma's cousin he was dealing with, and therefore had the same genes as a very dangerous person.

Those genes were quite obviously exercising thir influence right now, and as Shuichi gulped, Suguru answered his question. "No, Shindou-san, I am not alright. And I suggest you avoid me for a while, because if I see you withing the next three weeks, I will make you as not alright as I am right now!"

On that ringing threat, Suguru walked calmly past Yuki out of the apartment.

AN:

This was written for the first person to figure out the translation of my multi-chapter fic (sorrow_discord). She wanted a Yuki/Shu/Suguru fanfiction where Suguru gets deflowered. I think, once I muster up enough courage and read enough Yuki/Shu fics to give myself an idea how to characterize Yuki during sex (I don't like him, so I know next to NOTHING about him ^_^) that I will write a second chapter, where Suguru will remember the fun act ^____^ This was comedy because... It's just strange. Just... the pairing is like... Whaaaaat? Yeah... Okay...so....

Tell me if you liked, help me with characterizations (Yuki sucks, right?). I wanted to post this now, so it didn't get spell checked or beta'd cause it's four in the morning for me and I need sleep :P (Obviously!)

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Next chapter in Drievuldigheid will be up tomorrow! And I might have another oneshot written as well! Goodnight, all!