Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Candy Coated ❯ Halloween Cookies ( Chapter 2 )

Some people thought I should make `Cherry Suckers' into a series, well, I did! It's a little late since it's a Halloween fic, but better late then never, right?

And Dark Magician Girl, if you're reading this (which I hope you're not) This demented Bitch would like you to tell you not to go any farther, because you won't like it.

Now with that said, enjoy.

H A L L O W E E N - C O O K I E S

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"Tell me why we agreed to this again?" Yami sighed as he leaned against the kitchen cupboard, bored out of his mind. Well, not totally bored. Ryou was in front of him making cookies and for some reason that apron added to his guise.

Ryou smiled as he mixed the batter of cookie doe. "Because Yugi didn't want Seto buying all of the food for the Halloween party. If it's that bad, you can leave if you want. I'm sure Malik and Bakura would just love having you wandering the house like last time." Ryou teased as Yami blushed.

"Do you have to remind me?" Yami pouted, "I did not need to see that mental picture again. Seeing Bakura and Malik in that position, naked, once in two lifetimes is good enough for me." He shook his head as Ryou placed the mixed cookie doe on the cookie pan. He placed the pan in the oven where is sat beside one that had been placed in a minute before.

Ryou came over to the cupboard Yami was leaning on and opened one of the doors. He pulled out a pack of icing sugar and sat it on the counter. As he pulled out another large bowl he said, "Try walking in on Mai and Joey in your own house!" He said as Yami shuddered at the thought.

"You must have had nightmares for days." Yami muttered as he watched Ryou bend over to retrieve something from the very back of the cupboard.

"Try weeks." Ryou's reply was muffled, "And stop staring at my ass!" He growled as he moved out of the cupboard and glared up at Yami.

"But it's such a nice ass." Yami smirked, then pouted as Ryou didn't blush. "It was funner when you'd blush." He stated.

Ryou only grinned, "Funner isn't a word oh mighty pharaoh. And I've been hanging around the rest of you too long! Nothing can faze me." He said as he cracked an egg into the icing sugar then began to stir the other ingredients into it.

"Is that a challenge?" Yami raised an eyebrow.

Ryou blinked, "I suppose it is King of Games."

Yami nodded, "I accept the challenge. By the time we're done here, I will have you blushing like the first time I kissed you."

"Not possible." Ryou shook his head.

"We'll see." Yami smirked and let Ryou continue to mix the icing sugar. He watched as the silver-haired boy added orange food colouring to the substance and stir it until the bowl was filled with orange coloured goo.

As Ryou went to check on the cookies Yami got an idea. Smirking to himself he grabbed the bowl and moved it to the table just across the room from him. Then he grabbed Ryou's arm, startling the boy, but ignoring his yelp as the pharaoh picked the boy up and carried him over to the table, laying him down on the flat surface and quickly jumping up to stop him from getting up again.

"Yami." Ryou looked up at him calmly. "What are you doing?" He asked just as calmly.

Yami only sat back and looked over at the bowl of icing sugar. He dipped his finger into it then stuck the goo into his mouth, making sure to suggestively suck on the tip of his finger. "Making you blush." He said.

Ryou gulped, causing Yami's smirk to widen. The pharaoh began to untie the apron, which because Ryou was so thin, was tied in the front. He lifted the light blue fabric off and threw it over his shoulder. Ryou didn't get a chance to say anything as his T-shirt was lifted and pulled over his head. "Wait! Stop! What if Malik or Bakura were to come down here?" Ryou argued in a sudden whisper as his partner started undoing the belt around his waist.

"Then we can ask them to join." Yami said as he watched Ryou carefully, waiting for the familiar blush to cross his soft features.

Ryou saw him watching and rolled his eyes, "Gotta try harder that that, your majesty."

"Very well then." Yami replied as he nimbly undid the zipper to the faded jeans hugging Ryou's hips, then quickly pulled them and the boxers off of the body beneath him. Grinning to himself Yami raised his eyebrow again. "Happy to see me Ryou?"

Ryou snorted, "Still not blushing."

"Hmm. I'll fix that." Yami dipped his fingers into the bowl of icing sugar again this time, bringing the gooey substance to Ryou's chest and smearing it across his skin. Ryou gasped at the coolness of the icing. Yami leaned forward and sucked an icing covered nipple into his mouth, causing Ryou to arch into the touch.

"Yami, I think you have an unhealthy fetish for candy." Ryou murmured as Yami moved to the other nipple.

"Are you complaining?" Yami asked around the little nub he held between his lips.

"Hell no." Ryou moaned. "It's better than a weird foot fetish."

"Good, besides," Yami mumbled against Ryou's smooth skin, "Your feet stink."

Ryou growled, "Stop talking about my feet and touch me already!" He spat, causing him to look very Bakura like.

Yami smirked. "I don't think so. . .at least, not until you blush." He wiggled his eyebrows.

Ryou opened his eyes and glared at the body on top of him. "You are pure evil, you know that? Even Bakura doesn't make Malik suffer." The silver-haired boy panted heavily.

Yami's smirk remained. "He has no problem in making Malik blush."

"That's because Bakura knows exactly how to get to Malik!" Ryou said and then stopped, "Wait a minute, why the hell are we talking about those two when you're supposed to be getting me off!" He growled, trying to trust up against Yami's body, desperate for friction.

But Yami was straddling him, thus holding him down effectively. "As I recall love, you brought them up." He said then continued, "Now, are you saying that I don't know how to get to you?"

Ryou whimpered with frustration as he fell back limply against the table. "No, that's not what I'm saying! Look, can you just finish what you started to I can get back to the cookies?" He whined.

Yami leaned down to Ryou's ear, "Oh? And what if I was to just call Malik and Bakura down here right now? What would you do then little one?" He asked, gently nuzzling Ryou's neck.

"I'd make a vow to kill you." Ryou glared but then whined again, "Yami!" He suddenly gasped as Yami's now icing covered hand found his straining erection and coated it with the sugary slime. Ryou's hands found the edges of the table and he squeezed so hard his knuckles turned white. "Oh god. . ." Ryou moaned loudly.

"Yes, but you can call me sayyid." The once-pharaoh smirked as he moved down Ryou's legs and sucked the very tip of Ryou's member into his mouth. Ryou tried to trust into the inviting heat, but Yami held his hips down, only causing the poor boy to whine again.

After his whine, Ryou snorted, "Whatever abdah." He muttered only to gasp as Yami moved away and harshly squeezed his hardness.

"Did you just call me `slave girl'?" Yami wondered as he let go and gently soothed his actions with gentle strokes from his fingers. They had played this game before and he knew what would hurt Ryou and what wouldn't. And Yami definitely did not want to hurt Ryou.

"I do believe that that is what abdah means." Ryou shivered from the gentle strokes, barely touching his skin.

Grinning Yami nodded, "Alright Ibliis." He gave the round to Ryou as he bent over again.

Ryou moaned again.

"Could you just hurry up and make him cum so he stops moaning?" A voice startled both occupants on the table. Bakura walked by them and went to the fridge. He rummaged through it for a few seconds before walking passed them with a bowl of lime green Jell-O. He saw their confused looks and decided that it was be fun to explain. "What? Jell-O makes a good lubricant." He shrugged, "That and it makes Malik taste good." He grinned evilly and left the scene.

Ryou laid his head back against the table and stared at the ceiling. "I'm surrounded by sugar fiends." He muttered just as Yami deep-throated him, startling him so bad that he came with a gasp.

After swallowing all that Ryou had to offer him, Yami sat up and grinned down at the exhausted boy beneath him. "Hmm. . .my favourite. Ryou flavoured." He teased. "Maybe we should coat the cookies with something other than that icing sugar."

Ryou was about to tell Yami exactly what he thought of that idea when his eyes suddenly went wide. "Oh damn it! The cookies!"

"I knew I smelled something burning. . ." Yami shrugged and got off the naked boy. As he watched Ryou rush to the stove, still naked he smirked and lay back down on the table so he could watch. Oh yes, this was going to be a very happy Halloween in deed.

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Ibliis - Satan, devil

Sayyid - Master, lord

Abdah - Slave girl

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Yes, I realize that it was a little rushed, I had wanted to get it out on Halloween, but I got stuck *pouts* I made it longer than the first one though, and added a new couple. I like odd couples, but I felt like pairing Bakura with Malik. . . which isn't odd at all.

Comments to Reviews:

I like Bakura/Ryou sometimes, but I've kinda gotten stuck on Bakura/Yami, Marik/Ryou/Malik and now Yami/Ryou. Usually when Bakura's with Ryou it involves a lot angst and a violent Bakura. Me no likes a violent Bakura.

I don't write Yami/Yugi either, don't like it at all! Yugi belongs to Seto or Joey. . .hell even Ryou and Bakura! If I write a Yami/Yugi (which I admit that I have in the past. . . `Haydia' and `Weeping Angel') now I'll always through in a third member like in `Weeping Angel'.

My muses like me being a demented bitch and this story is just for you Dark Magician girl.

Have I mentioned how much I hate that card?