Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Going Down? ❯ chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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By: idiot_lord 
It's the Lady and the Tramps with spagetti again.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.26.2005 | Pages: 7 | Words: 6.5K | Visits: 875 | Status: Work In Progress
It's the Lady and the Tramps with spagetti again.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.26.2005 | Pages: 7 | Words: 6.5K | Visits: 875 | Status: Work In Progress
Sorry for being late.
Disclaimer: you know we don't own it.
Couple: mainly going to be Y/Y, B/R, M/M but there will be some XXX-somes and lots of make outs in groups. heh.
Again, we're so sorry to lie to you again. We can't handle the limits of a one shot. -__-;
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Going Down?- chapter 2
"Thanks for offering your help, Yami, but you don't have to." Ryou said to the older teen over his shoulder as he walk towards the steel refrigerator. "I can cook myself. I'm used to it."
"Nah. It's alright. I'll be bored if I just watch you." Yami said as he followed him into the kitchen and lean against the white counter. "So, what are you going to cook?"
"Hmm." Ryou scan the contents. "Let's see, there's some noddles, tomatos, and some meat. How about some spagetti and meatballs with...cesar salad? Sounds good?"
Yami thought about it for a moment and felt his stomach screaming in agreement. He wipe the small line of siliva dripping down the courner of his lip. "Yeah, that sounds great. I can't remember the last time we had any decent home cooking in ages."
"GOod." Ryou smile and took out the ingredent to the counter. "Now, where are the pots and pans?"
Yami kneel down to the lower cabinaits, open in, and took out a big pot, a medium pan, and a small suace pan. "These, ok?"
"Perfect. Can you boil the noodles in the big pot for me?" he ask, organizing the vegetables.
"Sure. That much I can do." Yami nod.
While he fill the pot with water and wait for it to boil, Ryou starts cutting up the vegetabes for the sauce. When the water is ready, Yami placed the noodles in and cover the top over it. Actually proud of himself with his task, he dust his hands in satisfaction.
He turn his head to see Ryou, attired in a cute, short, pink frilly apron he had found, now adding some chopped tomatos and peppers into his suace pan.
'He's really cute.' Yami thought to himself as he check him out as the young albino add a stick of butter and stir his sauce. He smle again and let the sauce cook. 'I'll give Bakura credit for picking up a sweet thing like him.'
His eyes travel down to his back and kind of stuck there when the short teen try to reach up a higher cabinent, stretching his arm causing the large shirt to rise and flash a little peek under.
"Oh! There's some bread here. I could make some garlic bread!" Ryou said happily, taking the long french bread to the cutting board. He spread the garlic paste on the bread and skillfully use the kinfe to cut it into even slices. Then he set them all on a metal sheet tray he got and put them in the pre-heated oven. He smile with satisfaction. "There. Now we wait for it to bake." He glance around the kitchen, hoping to find the object he needs. And he did,a small timer. "The bread would be finish when the bell ring."
"Great. I can't wait to eat it." Yami said hungrily, coming up from behind while Ryou is stirring the spagetti sauce. He rest his chin on the smaller boy's shoulder, making a very...cute love scene. "You really know how to cook."
"Thanks. I used to cook a lot in my freetime." Ryou told him and lift the wooden spoon to his lips, tasting it. "Mm. Just a little longer and it will be done."
"Mmm." Yami just murmured, uninterested. He was too distracted by the small suace that is on the side of Ryou's lip.
"I'll just go set up the dishes." Ryou said, unaware of Yami's lustful eyes.
He turn to reach the other cabinant but just before he was about to reach for it, Yami pulled him back to face him, his rear bumping the white counter.
"Whoa! What-Yami?!" he gasp.
"You have some sauce on your lip." Yami told him in a errily calm tone, his blood-red eyes burn with a great intensity of concentration.
Ryou could feel his heart beating out of his rib cage and his breath hitched. His body shivers under his intense, unnerviing gaze.
"O-oh, really? H-how silly of me. I-I'll just go c-clean myself up now." he laugh nervously and try to go around him, but the older teen stop his on his tracks by grinding his hips down to the counter. "Ah!"
"Please. Allow me." Yami said suductively with a smirk, then slowly lean close to his face.
His lips hover just above Ryou's trembling ones, his not breath fanning against his pale skin. Ryou couldn't even breathe, too mezmerized by the other's ruby eyes. He gasp then quiver when he felt the rough texture of his tongue licking the side of his mouth.
The tongue continue cleaning up the sauce and then, when Ryou was too shocked with his little mouth hanging open a bit, he made his move. With swift and skillful movements, he slide his tongue between Ryou's soft lips and start tasting him, massaging his tongue like he did with Malik's back, with the same results. He repond quickly.
"Mmm." Ryou moaned, his eyes lowering to half-lids. "Yah-me!"
Yami pulled away from the kiss, licking his lips as he watch Ryou catch is breath, in a daze.
"If your cooking taste as good as you, I will savor every single morsal." Yami said, body wanting to taste him again. And before Ryou could get his head back to reality, Yami got him in a lip lock again, and reality is another hundreds of miles away.
"Mmmgh! Yami! Yes." Ryou mewl, his hands clawing on his broad shoulders like a desprate kitten. "More, please!"
Yami inwardly smirk at his wanton prey. His techneque has never failed him before and it's not going to today. (oh joy ^__^;)
Having him wrapped around his little finger, Yami moves in for the attack. He roughly shove his hips agaisnt the smaller teen, crushing his close to the kitchen counter, earning a lustful shriek.
With is hands, he sneak them under the cute pink apron, under the loose shirt, ad touch his smooth skin. Ryou gasp and moan loudly when Yami rub his hand over his nipples, pinching and lightly twisting them until they perk up by the sexualy harsh teasing.
Yami continue his foreplay from the middle while his mouth attacks the neck on top, and his hits moving up and down in a dry-hump below. All at the same time.
Ryou could feel himself almost going off the edge, pass his sexual limits, out of his friggin' mind. His whole body is buring to the point of Hell and dripping of sweat. His shirt was starting to stick against his skin, his pants getting too tight at the front, and his hard member is just pushing and begging to be released.
Yami was getting close too, as he quickens his tempo even more, grind harder, surely leaving marks of the counter on to Ryou's small behind. Or Ryou will leave marks on the counter. And maybe a dent too.
Ryou was getting crazy. He cage his legs around Yami's waste, grinding him back with all his strength, wanting to get closer to him. His fingers grabbing and clawing on his back, not wanting to fall and leaving red marks all over his shoulders, back and of course, the kitchen counter.
(T_T poor counter. just a bystander in between the making of love)
"Yes! Yami! God, so close! Ah, so close!" Ryou scream as he squeeze his eyes shut, throwing his head back.
"That's right, Ryou, Come for me." Yami whisper into his ear, taking the lobebetween his teeth, exciting him even more.
"Yes! Yes! YES!"
then.....DING!
They both freeze at the surprising interurption and stare at each other in confusion.
"Um, I uh- I mean, I think the- ahem, bread is- um, done." Ryou cough uncomfortably and carfully slide off the counter, around the frozen Yami. His face downward and slightly glowing a red beam.
Yami stood there for a few second then shakes his head to focus what has happened. He drop his head to his hand and chuckled to himself of the irony that just took placed. The bread has just stopped him from reaching a climax with Ryou in the kitchen. If that's not sad enough, he STILL wants to eat it too.
Turning around, he watch Ryou pulled on some oven mitts and carefully pull out a heated tray with garlic bread from the hot oven. Yami walks up from behind him and lean his chin on top on his shoulder again.
"So, is it done?" he ask in a casual voice, as if nothing had happened.
Ryou nodded stiffly at how close Yami is, trying hard not to make eye-contact. "Al-almost. Just need a minute to cool and the spagetti would be done."
"Perfect. I can't wait to eat it. I'll go set up the table." But before he leave, he turn to whisper into his ear, softly. "And if you wanna finish what we started, you can ditch the bastard Bakura and throw yourself in my arms."
Ryou quickly turn his head to face a pair of dark eyes and gasp. But when he see the eyes were filled with mirth, Ryou relaxed and laughed when he heard the teasing laugh Yami made as he left to fetch the plates.
Ryou scan the low round table in the living room and was very proud of himself. He usually doesn't get the chance to cook for much people, mostly Yugi and himself. It feels nice to eat with someone other than yourself.
Smiling happily, he turn to Yami as he finsih tossing the cesar salad and setting it on the table.
"Thanks again for helping me, Yami." he thanked, still smiling brightly.
"No problem. And thank you for the little taste test. "he said slying and move his body closer to Ryou's again. "If you want to continue where we left off, my offer's still on the table. Not this one, but the couch is good too."
Feeling all happy and flirtatous all of a sudden, Ryou let out a husky chuckle and leanin close to Yami's chest, his hand teasing down his well-tone abs.
"Hmm, since your offer sounds so generous, I might cease the moment and take it." he said, suductively. His eyes half-lid with a flirtatous smile on his lips.
"Then I will generously deliver." he smirk back, wrapping hsi arm around his thin waist and bent his head down to kiss him.
But before he could even get his tonue down his throat, an insane-looking teen pop his head out from the corner of the hallway.
"I smell food." he said n as if he's a wild animal in such a flat tone.
Then a second similar and more-insane-looking head pop on top of the first head.
"Me too."
Yami groan in annoyance and frustration as he slowly turn his head to the two heads, sending then a deadly glare. Wanting to kill them with his eyes for the interuption of his scoring with Ryou. Ryou just giggle and wave for them to come in.
" Hey Malik, Marik. We'd just finish making lunch. Want some?"
"HELL YEAH!" they both cheer and rush forward without a second thought. Both are freshly cleaned and clothed.
"Wow! You really overdid yourself, Ryou. Look at this spread." Malik saidin awe, staring at the vanities of food on the short table. "I can't wait to taste it."
Ryou smile and blush as the compliment.
"Yeah. If I wasn't hungry for food, I would have you right now." Marik somment as he settle next to Malik on the table.
Ryou quickyl blushed again as he remebered his littl emoment with Yami in the kitchen. Catching his red eyes, Ryou flushed even darker whe Yami flash him a wink. He grinned at the innocent albino.
Taking a forkful od spagetti, the all took a nite of the food at once, Chewing slowly, they swallow. Ryou sat in silence as he wait and watch closely at their reactions.
"DELICIOUS!!!" the threee screamed and starts shoveling more in their mouths like a pack of animals.
Ryou let out a relieved breath, happy that they approved of his cooking. He join in on the feast and serve more.
Suddenly they all stop when they heard sounds from the front door, opening and closing. Then loud footsteps walking in.
"Hey! I'm back!" a loud, annoyed voice yelled in.
Ryou blink as he recongize the voice. Just then, his white demon appeared in the livingroom. Ryou had to catch his breath from the site of him.
His white demon or Bakura, as he known him, is caded in tight black leatherpants and a black sleeveless top with low cut boots. And all his sexiness in every place.
Ryou was drooling.
"Is that food I smell?" Bakura ask as he sniff the air then spotted Ryou drooling at him. He send his a very toothy grin. "Well. If it isn't my 'Lady Luck'."
As the poor little albino is still lost in his fantasy, Bakura stood in front of him, pulled him against his hard body and start sucking the breath out of him. To the point of his face turning a paler shade of blue.
Ryou had to jerk his head back from the kiss with a loud gasp for air. He had to grab on to Bakura so he wouldn't fall down as he pant and gasp. There were clapping and cheering in the background.
"Whoo! Hey, you two, get a room!"
"Better yet, contiue here!"
"This is a great dinner theather, even though it's lunch."
"Hey, Bakura! You took Ryou's breath away!"
There were more cheering and laughing that Ryou could hear, and when he look up, he sees Bakura smirking down at him. He blushed.
After a few more seconds of staring at each other, Ryou gentle pull himself away from his hold and try to walk normally to the kitchen.
"I-I, uh, made some lunch." he said, stuttering as he made another plate and set it on the table in the livingroom. "I-I hope you l-like it."
Bakura made his way towards the table and sit cross-legged on the lfoor next to Ryou, who is figiting nervously like a new bride, wanting to please her husband.
Ryou watch anxiously as Bakura picks up the fork, swirl the noodles, stab a meatball, then et the whole thing in one bite. Ryou blinked at his appetite and gulp down his nervousness as he wait for his response.
Bakura chew the bite then swallow it. He pause for a moment. Then he wrap his harm tightly around Ryou's waist, pulling him on his lap and starts kissing him all over again. Ryou, in turn, kisses him back, tasting his tomato sauce in Bakura's mouth.
Bakura pull back from the kiss to twirl more spagetti onto his fork and gentle held it to Ryou's lips. He took it in his mouth but before he could chew it, Bakura drop his mouth down on his again, probbing his tongue in his full mouth to pull out a sting of noodle from his mouth.
He first pull back slowly, stretching the noodle, then slowly start eatting it to the middle, where he met with Ryou's lips (again) into a eager kiss.
"Ooh! Look, Marik! It's just like 'Lady and the Tramp'!"
"Yes, but who is the 'Tramp'? Bakura? or Ryou?" Yami joked.
Ryou blushed a deep red and try to hide under his hair, Baura just flicked them off and try to get his little lover to kiss him again. The laughter still continues.
Between the laughing and crude, valgur remarks, (to Ryou's relief) they finally finish their lunch, leving everything spotless. Not a crumb or sauce in sight.
"Whew! Now that's good eattin'." Marik belch loudly, patting his full stomach. "Good thing you caught a smart one this time, Baku. And a cutie to boot."
Ryou blushed again and quickly stack up the plates to the kitchen sink. Malik helped and they finish washing the dishes before anyone noticed they were gone.
"Thanks for the help, Malik." Ryou thanked, awarding him with a sweet smile.
"Sure, Ryou. As long as you keep on cooking like that and we eat it all, and I'm willing to clean. I just don't like to clean plates that still have huge chunks on food on it. Eww." he made a face and Ryou giggled.
And now that everyone's belly is full of Ryou's home cooking, everyone settled on the couch again. Marik and Malik are sitting on the couch, together (of course) with Bakura on the side, taking up all the space. Yami, gratefully took the single chair on the side with Ryou sitting on the carpet floor with a wide sofa pillow.
Yami was the first to open the discussion.
"Hey, listen up!" he clap his hands loudly and wait till they turn their heads turn towards him, getting their attentions. Then he laid a had on Ryou's shoulder. "Guys, Ryou has a small favor he wants to ask us."
They then turn their eyes to the young British sitting nervously on the plush carpet in between the chair Yami's sitting and the couch. He had his head slightly crooked down and was timidly playing with the carpet, visably shrinking.
"Hmm? A favor? What is it, Ryou?" Malik ask, looking intently at him.
Ryou look up at Yami, who gave him a nudge and a nod on encouragement. Taking a calming breath, Ryou look up at them with all the little courage he has and speak.
"Um, well, you all know how I met Bakura, right?" he ask first.
"You mean how you found you in drag in the elevator and you guys were stuck in for an hour doing it?" Marik said it with absolutly no shame.
Ryou nod, stiffly. "Yes."
"YUP!!" both the twin Egyptains raised their hands and and chant that they knew. Like that surprise him. "Baku told us."
"With sex-uble detail." Marik wink pervertedly at him.
Ryou instantly blushed a cheery red, sending a mental glare to Bakura for his bragging.
"Well, yes- ahem. Ok. You guys know that much, but I haven't told you why I was wearing the dress in the first place."
Bakura blinked. "Was it because you are a kinky little boy?"
Ryou glowed like a red globe and shook his head in denial. "No, no, no, no, no! Let me explain!"
Getting over the embarrassment, which took a while, Ryou told them his bet with his friend, Yugi. How they challenged each other in poker and the winner had to make a punishment to the loser, who unfortuantly is Ryou.
Marik gave a low whistle. "Wow. Very smart punishment, that little friend of yours have."
Ryou groan and bury his head deeper into Bakura's shoulder. Bakura has offered Ryou comfort but once he had Ryou snuggled on his lap, he plot his next attack to jump on Ryou. But in the mean time, he will wait while playing and Ryou's hair.
'I wonder what shampoo Ryou uses.' he was light years gone.
Yami on the other had, sat in silence, too lost in his thoughts of Ryou's mysterious friend.
"So, this Yugi, made you wear a dress and buy some sex toys?" Malik reviewed. "Hm, I'm impressed."
"What toys did he made you buy anyway?" Marik ask.
It was Bakura who answered in a very lazy response. "It's in the 'VICTORIA'S SECRET' bag in my room."
"OOh! Dibbs on it first!" Marik yelled out and ran to the room.
"Hey! No fair, you cheated!" Malik yelled after him, hot on his tail.
There were some sounds of a tussle, a crash and some short silence. After a few moments, a very happy Malik walked out the hallway with a pink bag around his arms and a triumphant smirk on his face. And Marik trudging behind him, very breathless.
"And you call ME a cheater?!" Marik accused breathlessly, glaring at his lover's back.
Malik just look over his shoulder and stuck out his tongue at him like a little kid. "All's fair in LOVE and WAR, sweetie." Then turn his attention to his prized, goody-bag. "Now, what do we have here?"
He dumped the contents from the pink bag to the low, livingroom table. "Hot damn! Now I'm very impressed."
Colorful packets of condoms, tubes of lubes, small maskes, couple boxes of special dildos, leather whips, frill rods, padded handcuffs, and a whole bunch more. It's a wonder that all these stuff were inside such a tiny, innocent, little bag.
Ryou was reliving his horror of purchessing all these items at the mall, blushed and hid his face in shame.
Shuffling through the spread of 'joy', Malik picked up a small list, a reciet, a catalog book of the stores uncoming items, and a torn page from a different catalog.
"Wow! You sure spent a lot for all of these. And you were prepared with a list of it too? '20 packets of coloful condoms- different colors, 10 packets of flavored condoms- different flavor, 5 special sensual condoms- different textures.' heh. With a great details too!" malik grinned shamlessly.
"I didn't even know there were a selection on condoms." Yami comment in a interested tone.
"OOh! Malik, look at this!" Marik waved the catalong book in his face. "He even got some coupons for the new items at that new place!"
"What?! Really? Oh my Ra, look at these stuff!" Malik said in awe as he check out all the latest sex toys. "They're so...Awesome!!"
"Hey! There's even different types of dildos for any types of people too. Long, short, thick, think,different texture, even special funny looking ones with extra-special features. Whoo. We have got to check this new place out, Malik!"
"A-HEM!" Yami coughed loudly, trying to ignore the two's serious discussion on sexual favor. Even though he has some inputs on them. Turning to Ryou, he said,"Moving on, tell us how you lost."
Ryou peeked in the corner to give him a boy who doesn't feel like telling everyone his humilation. "Why?"
"To get the perfect revenge on someone with the same intensity you expreienced, we need to get in his mind and imagine how he thinks." Yami explained logically. He got group of bemuse looks. "What I mean is get inside his head and play him the same why he did you. In his own game."
"OH!" they all nodded in comprehension.
Ryou sigh in defeat and pout as he told him. "We were playing Double Poker."
"'Double Poker'?"
He nodded. "Uh-huh. It's just normal poker but we use 2 decks instead of just one. He said just to make things more interesting and to make sure we don't cheat."
"Hmm. Interesting. So what did you get?"
"4 Jacks."
"Not bad. What was his hand?" he ask, about to sip his drink.
"A royal flush."
"PFFFTT!!" Yami spat out his drink in shock.
"Holy Shit!" Marik curse in surprise.
"Eww, Yami! That's gross!" Malik commented, wiping his eye. He had just barely missed the spat-out drink.
Yami ignored him and stared at Ryou, who just blink at him. "You're serious? A Royal Flush?"
Ryou nodded, not looking too shocked or surprise, strangly more casual.
"Yup. Yugi is always good with games. Very good. Even on a new one, he just need to know the rules, and bam! New champiaon." he priased. "He's really competative when it comes to winning. I used to outbest him in poker but he always comes out top. That's Yugi, for you." He sigh again and relaxed under Bakura's touch. "He's undefeatable.:
Yami thought about what he said and wipe his mouth, a smirk twitching. 'Undefeatable, eh? This is getting more and more interesting. Let's see how great he is against the King of Games.'
Looking up from the perverted catalog, Malik ask, "Hey Ryou, what does this Yugi look like anyway?"
Ryou blink in surprise. "Oh. Didn't I tell you?" they shook their heads. " Hmm. Well, I guess I can say that Yugi looks like...-" he point to yami, "- like a cute-innocent version of Yami."
"WHAT?!"
They all gapped at him like a fish. Then look at Yami who's jaw was also hitting the floor.
"SERIOUSLY?!"
The British Boy nodded and picked up his cup with both hands. "Uh-huh. At first, whe I first saw Yami, I thought he was Yugi. Except Yugi is a little smaller and has huge Amethyst eyes. Also, he doesn't afford anything leather."
Malik shook his head in wonder and amazment. "You know, if he does look like Yami, then we should make a look-alike club."
Ryou giggledinto his cup. "Yeah. Kinda cool."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. big deal." Bakura said sarcasticly as he rooled his eyes, then pulled Ryou closer, making the smaller boy squeak and almost spilling his cup. "What's the favor thing you want, babe?"
Ryou flushed again under the 'babe' and try to focus putting his cup down before anything happens.
"Oh, right. My favor. Well, I want- I want you to help me get revenge." he said timidly, twiddling his fingers.
"Revenge? Why sure! We'd be more than happy to help you get pay back." Malik said with a cheery smile and slap his shoulder. "Never thought you had it in you to go evil, Ryou. Bakura's influence, huh?"
"So, who's the roadkill?" Marik ask, ready to bring pain.
"Yugi."
There was a short unnerving pause.
".....You mean, your little, Yami look-alike friend that you were telling us about?"
He nodded, his head hung low. "yes."
Another pause.
"But why?" Malik ask in a careless way. "The punishment he made you do wasn't that bad."
Just as he finished the sentense, a dark atmaspere was rising around them. And something inside Ryou's calm state snapped. All his cool, calm, politnes are dropped to release the true beast inside him.
"'Wasn't that bad'?" Ryou repeated in a slow menacing way that has Malik blinking in surprise. "Wan't that bad?!?!"
Even Bakura started to feel a small dark shadow casting over his innocent white angel, and he couldn't have felt any prouder. Or turned on.
"Uh...Ryou? I think you need to-" Malik try to say nervously, but was cut off by a raged Ryou.
"Not THAT BAD?!?!?! I'll tell you, Malik, that it WAS THAT BAD!! Have you got any idea how humiliating that whole FUCKIN' experience was? For ME?!" Ryou exploded, his wide eyes burn an inferno, his surroundings dim with a omanous shadow, and his hair was sticking out wildly like Bakuira's. "Have you ever walk out to a freezing mall crowded with idiots in nothing but a freakin' dress that a piece of hankerchief can cover more?! And under is a poor excuse for a underwear that's just a string attached to napkin?!"
"Well, actually-"
"And do you know how it feels to have hundreds of perverted eyes on you, with butt-ugly bitches whispering shit about you, right in front of you just cause they can't have ass like me?! And damn do you know how many times I want to rip out those bastards eyes that keeps looking at like a fat kid wanting cake?!"
Malik was quaking behind a shaking and sweating Marik, whom is huddling beside the chair Yami is in, and he's frozen to the seat with his hands clawed to the arms. Yeah, they were THAT scared.
"And another thing that sucks is that I have to keep a happy smile when a goddamn pervert grab my ass. And I tell you now, A LOT of people kept doing! They all couldn't let go of it, Everyone! Old people, young people, Boys, girls, I even had to endure a little BRAT! Hell, even his MOM and the mall cop want to try! Have you ever had your ass post put like free samples?!"
"N-n-no, but I didn't-" Malik stuttered and flinch only to be cut off again as Ryou continue the list of horrors. He was near tears when Ryou marched up to them and snap some more.
"But out of all that crap, the worst thing out of all the HELL I had to go through was that I have to wear that GOD FUCKIN' DRESS!!!" Ryou screamed out the last part and was huffing and puffing, his arms dangling from his sides, sweat beaded down his brow.
Then an arm reach out from behind, grab his thin waist and pulled him back to the couch, on Bakura's lap. The white demon chuckled wickedly and nuzzle on his cheek.
"Aww, poor little Ryou." What's wrong with the dress? I thought you look hot in it." Bakura said in a suductive voice, still kissing him.
"It didn't match my thong."Ryou mummured into his chest, tears of his rage roll down.
Bakura let out a shout of laughter and kiss the tip of his nose with a slap on the rump. "Well, you won't have to worry about that problem anymore if you follow our rules, babe. I'll help uou with your little scheme if you're willing to pay me."
"I think I can match your price." Ryou boldly kissed his back to seal the deal. Then he turn back to the others, all his rage and anger washed away, bringing back the sweet, bright angel again. "So, what do you guys say? Will you help me too?"
They threee are huddled close together, pillows surrounding them like in the war,as if a bomb were about to strike again. Their faces were as pale as his. And they have tan skins, too.
"S-susre, Ryou. W-we'll do anything." Yami said with a small falter. "R-right, Malik?"
"Y-yeah, yeah, if Ryou wants revenge, then he'll get revenge.Anything for Ryou." Malik agreed in a haste with a nervous smile. "Right, Marik? Marik?"
There was a long silence from his side. They all turn their heads to see a passed-out Marik with his eyes rolled to the back of his head, still in a huddled position. His mouth was somewhat foaming.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'." Ryou said and gave them an angelic smile. "So, what's the plan?"
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At the KAME Game Shop, in the attic room awaits the one who's being spoken of from behind his back.
"Ah-choo!" Yugi let our a tiny sneeze as blink. "Hm? Am I catching a cold?"
The room is painted sky blue walls, decorated with posters of duel monsters and shelves of many manga comics, stuff monsters (the cute ones) and numerous selections of games and puzzles. Looks more like a middle schoolers room than a high schoolers.
Sitting on his computer chair, bored, he starts to spin around, lookin gup at his sky light roof. He counted the number of birds that passed by and add, subtract, multipy, and divided them during the last hour. he was really bored.
"Grr! Where is he?!"Yugi grolled in annoyance, punching his huge stuff bear that was abuot his size (or bigger).
He glance at the cloak again. Another hour has passed by, making it has been about 19 hours since Ryou last left. Still too early to report a lost person.
"It's takes 20 minutes to get to the mall. The mall should be closed already at 8pm last night, and he would have about 5 minutes to get to the bus stop and get back in 10 minutes. And there aren't any busses later than 10pm."
Getting restless, he got up to his feet and starts to pace, on hand holding his chin in thought, the other dragging a stuff Karibo plushie by it's tiny arm. That gave him the image of a lost child.
"He should be here a long time ago. And even if he went home last night, he would've called me now in the morning." Yugi tought aloud., hs brow beetled together. "I hope nothing bad happened."
SUddenly he jumped in surprise when the phone rang. Taking a couple of breaths, he picked up the phone and starts to speak in outrage.
"Ryou? It's abut time you call-" Yugi started ut was cut off by a scream.
"YUGI! HELP!" Ryou screamed in a panic through the phone. "Please, HELP ME!"
"RYOU?!" Yugi froze in horror and grip the phone with both hands. "Ryou! What's wrong?!"
"Yugi, plese, help me! They're gonna get me! They're coming!" Ryou kept repeating in a frighten, oanting voice. "AH! NO!"
"RYOU?!" Yugi listen intensly through the phone trying to pick up any signs of his friend.
He strains to hear faint screams of his friend, some evil laughs and shouts of others, and a lot of echoing footsteps knocking objects down. "Ryou?"
Then he heard someone picking up the phone again. He prayed it's Ryou.
"Hello, Yugi." a deep voice spoke smoothly in his ear. "It's an honor to finally speak to you."
Yugi can't help but blush as the handsome voice that isn't Ryou's. And even though it's over the phone, he could swore he felt the speaker's breath in his ear.
"W-who is this? W-where's Ryou?" Yugi demanded, trying to keep his voice tough but came out in a stutter.
"Ryou? Are you speaking of this adorable white angel? Why, he's here with us." the person answered in a n almost-amused tone. "As for who I am, that's for me to know and for you to find out."
"What have you done to Ryou?" he demanded again, fear cletching his insides. "Tell me!"
"Hmm. I'm not the one who could answer that right now, since it's my collegues who are doing the...interigating to your little friend."
Just then, they heard a loud, long, howling scream on the background that had Yugi jumping out of his skin and turn white.
"Well, that would give you a clue to your question. Just use your imagination. heh." the voice chuckled through the phone, obviously finds the scream humourous.
But Yugi didn't. "Oh My GOD! You monsters!" You won't get away with hurting innocent people!"
"Ah. Ah. Ah. Temper, little one. 'Innocent people'? You must of thought about something dirty."
Yugi blushed at that.
"Naughty-minded boy." the other line teased."
"S-shut up!" he yelled into the phone, getting angry for being teased at. "Tell me where you took Ryou!"
"Hmm. No. I don't think I will. Where's the fun in that?'
"Why you-you!"
"I'd love to stay and talk dirty eith you, little one, really I do," Yugi's face heats up again and he shuts his mouth. "but I'm afraid my time is up."
"No, wait!" Yugi tries to despratly hold the line longer.
"If yu wish to see your friend again, meet in the greenest spot of town, under the gray waterfall and meet with the golden beast to get tot he next clue." he said in a riddle.
"'Greenest spot'? 'Gray water'-what do you mean?!" You said, very confused.
"Until you can solve the clued, I'll be waiting. Bye now."
"Hold on, I still don't under-" he was cut off when he heard a click, then a long dial tone. "stand."
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Well, that ends chapter 2. yea, it's not a one shot no more. too bad.
idiot_lord-THANX n’ PEACE OUT!
Disclaimer: you know we don't own it.
Couple: mainly going to be Y/Y, B/R, M/M but there will be some XXX-somes and lots of make outs in groups. heh.
Again, we're so sorry to lie to you again. We can't handle the limits of a one shot. -__-;
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Going Down?- chapter 2
"Thanks for offering your help, Yami, but you don't have to." Ryou said to the older teen over his shoulder as he walk towards the steel refrigerator. "I can cook myself. I'm used to it."
"Nah. It's alright. I'll be bored if I just watch you." Yami said as he followed him into the kitchen and lean against the white counter. "So, what are you going to cook?"
"Hmm." Ryou scan the contents. "Let's see, there's some noddles, tomatos, and some meat. How about some spagetti and meatballs with...cesar salad? Sounds good?"
Yami thought about it for a moment and felt his stomach screaming in agreement. He wipe the small line of siliva dripping down the courner of his lip. "Yeah, that sounds great. I can't remember the last time we had any decent home cooking in ages."
"GOod." Ryou smile and took out the ingredent to the counter. "Now, where are the pots and pans?"
Yami kneel down to the lower cabinaits, open in, and took out a big pot, a medium pan, and a small suace pan. "These, ok?"
"Perfect. Can you boil the noodles in the big pot for me?" he ask, organizing the vegetables.
"Sure. That much I can do." Yami nod.
While he fill the pot with water and wait for it to boil, Ryou starts cutting up the vegetabes for the sauce. When the water is ready, Yami placed the noodles in and cover the top over it. Actually proud of himself with his task, he dust his hands in satisfaction.
He turn his head to see Ryou, attired in a cute, short, pink frilly apron he had found, now adding some chopped tomatos and peppers into his suace pan.
'He's really cute.' Yami thought to himself as he check him out as the young albino add a stick of butter and stir his sauce. He smle again and let the sauce cook. 'I'll give Bakura credit for picking up a sweet thing like him.'
His eyes travel down to his back and kind of stuck there when the short teen try to reach up a higher cabinent, stretching his arm causing the large shirt to rise and flash a little peek under.
"Oh! There's some bread here. I could make some garlic bread!" Ryou said happily, taking the long french bread to the cutting board. He spread the garlic paste on the bread and skillfully use the kinfe to cut it into even slices. Then he set them all on a metal sheet tray he got and put them in the pre-heated oven. He smile with satisfaction. "There. Now we wait for it to bake." He glance around the kitchen, hoping to find the object he needs. And he did,a small timer. "The bread would be finish when the bell ring."
"Great. I can't wait to eat it." Yami said hungrily, coming up from behind while Ryou is stirring the spagetti sauce. He rest his chin on the smaller boy's shoulder, making a very...cute love scene. "You really know how to cook."
"Thanks. I used to cook a lot in my freetime." Ryou told him and lift the wooden spoon to his lips, tasting it. "Mm. Just a little longer and it will be done."
"Mmm." Yami just murmured, uninterested. He was too distracted by the small suace that is on the side of Ryou's lip.
"I'll just go set up the dishes." Ryou said, unaware of Yami's lustful eyes.
He turn to reach the other cabinant but just before he was about to reach for it, Yami pulled him back to face him, his rear bumping the white counter.
"Whoa! What-Yami?!" he gasp.
"You have some sauce on your lip." Yami told him in a errily calm tone, his blood-red eyes burn with a great intensity of concentration.
Ryou could feel his heart beating out of his rib cage and his breath hitched. His body shivers under his intense, unnerviing gaze.
"O-oh, really? H-how silly of me. I-I'll just go c-clean myself up now." he laugh nervously and try to go around him, but the older teen stop his on his tracks by grinding his hips down to the counter. "Ah!"
"Please. Allow me." Yami said suductively with a smirk, then slowly lean close to his face.
His lips hover just above Ryou's trembling ones, his not breath fanning against his pale skin. Ryou couldn't even breathe, too mezmerized by the other's ruby eyes. He gasp then quiver when he felt the rough texture of his tongue licking the side of his mouth.
The tongue continue cleaning up the sauce and then, when Ryou was too shocked with his little mouth hanging open a bit, he made his move. With swift and skillful movements, he slide his tongue between Ryou's soft lips and start tasting him, massaging his tongue like he did with Malik's back, with the same results. He repond quickly.
"Mmm." Ryou moaned, his eyes lowering to half-lids. "Yah-me!"
Yami pulled away from the kiss, licking his lips as he watch Ryou catch is breath, in a daze.
"If your cooking taste as good as you, I will savor every single morsal." Yami said, body wanting to taste him again. And before Ryou could get his head back to reality, Yami got him in a lip lock again, and reality is another hundreds of miles away.
"Mmmgh! Yami! Yes." Ryou mewl, his hands clawing on his broad shoulders like a desprate kitten. "More, please!"
Yami inwardly smirk at his wanton prey. His techneque has never failed him before and it's not going to today. (oh joy ^__^;)
Having him wrapped around his little finger, Yami moves in for the attack. He roughly shove his hips agaisnt the smaller teen, crushing his close to the kitchen counter, earning a lustful shriek.
With is hands, he sneak them under the cute pink apron, under the loose shirt, ad touch his smooth skin. Ryou gasp and moan loudly when Yami rub his hand over his nipples, pinching and lightly twisting them until they perk up by the sexualy harsh teasing.
Yami continue his foreplay from the middle while his mouth attacks the neck on top, and his hits moving up and down in a dry-hump below. All at the same time.
Ryou could feel himself almost going off the edge, pass his sexual limits, out of his friggin' mind. His whole body is buring to the point of Hell and dripping of sweat. His shirt was starting to stick against his skin, his pants getting too tight at the front, and his hard member is just pushing and begging to be released.
Yami was getting close too, as he quickens his tempo even more, grind harder, surely leaving marks of the counter on to Ryou's small behind. Or Ryou will leave marks on the counter. And maybe a dent too.
Ryou was getting crazy. He cage his legs around Yami's waste, grinding him back with all his strength, wanting to get closer to him. His fingers grabbing and clawing on his back, not wanting to fall and leaving red marks all over his shoulders, back and of course, the kitchen counter.
(T_T poor counter. just a bystander in between the making of love)
"Yes! Yami! God, so close! Ah, so close!" Ryou scream as he squeeze his eyes shut, throwing his head back.
"That's right, Ryou, Come for me." Yami whisper into his ear, taking the lobebetween his teeth, exciting him even more.
"Yes! Yes! YES!"
then.....DING!
They both freeze at the surprising interurption and stare at each other in confusion.
"Um, I uh- I mean, I think the- ahem, bread is- um, done." Ryou cough uncomfortably and carfully slide off the counter, around the frozen Yami. His face downward and slightly glowing a red beam.
Yami stood there for a few second then shakes his head to focus what has happened. He drop his head to his hand and chuckled to himself of the irony that just took placed. The bread has just stopped him from reaching a climax with Ryou in the kitchen. If that's not sad enough, he STILL wants to eat it too.
Turning around, he watch Ryou pulled on some oven mitts and carefully pull out a heated tray with garlic bread from the hot oven. Yami walks up from behind him and lean his chin on top on his shoulder again.
"So, is it done?" he ask in a casual voice, as if nothing had happened.
Ryou nodded stiffly at how close Yami is, trying hard not to make eye-contact. "Al-almost. Just need a minute to cool and the spagetti would be done."
"Perfect. I can't wait to eat it. I'll go set up the table." But before he leave, he turn to whisper into his ear, softly. "And if you wanna finish what we started, you can ditch the bastard Bakura and throw yourself in my arms."
Ryou quickly turn his head to face a pair of dark eyes and gasp. But when he see the eyes were filled with mirth, Ryou relaxed and laughed when he heard the teasing laugh Yami made as he left to fetch the plates.
Ryou scan the low round table in the living room and was very proud of himself. He usually doesn't get the chance to cook for much people, mostly Yugi and himself. It feels nice to eat with someone other than yourself.
Smiling happily, he turn to Yami as he finsih tossing the cesar salad and setting it on the table.
"Thanks again for helping me, Yami." he thanked, still smiling brightly.
"No problem. And thank you for the little taste test. "he said slying and move his body closer to Ryou's again. "If you want to continue where we left off, my offer's still on the table. Not this one, but the couch is good too."
Feeling all happy and flirtatous all of a sudden, Ryou let out a husky chuckle and leanin close to Yami's chest, his hand teasing down his well-tone abs.
"Hmm, since your offer sounds so generous, I might cease the moment and take it." he said, suductively. His eyes half-lid with a flirtatous smile on his lips.
"Then I will generously deliver." he smirk back, wrapping hsi arm around his thin waist and bent his head down to kiss him.
But before he could even get his tonue down his throat, an insane-looking teen pop his head out from the corner of the hallway.
"I smell food." he said n as if he's a wild animal in such a flat tone.
Then a second similar and more-insane-looking head pop on top of the first head.
"Me too."
Yami groan in annoyance and frustration as he slowly turn his head to the two heads, sending then a deadly glare. Wanting to kill them with his eyes for the interuption of his scoring with Ryou. Ryou just giggle and wave for them to come in.
" Hey Malik, Marik. We'd just finish making lunch. Want some?"
"HELL YEAH!" they both cheer and rush forward without a second thought. Both are freshly cleaned and clothed.
"Wow! You really overdid yourself, Ryou. Look at this spread." Malik saidin awe, staring at the vanities of food on the short table. "I can't wait to taste it."
Ryou smile and blush as the compliment.
"Yeah. If I wasn't hungry for food, I would have you right now." Marik somment as he settle next to Malik on the table.
Ryou quickyl blushed again as he remebered his littl emoment with Yami in the kitchen. Catching his red eyes, Ryou flushed even darker whe Yami flash him a wink. He grinned at the innocent albino.
Taking a forkful od spagetti, the all took a nite of the food at once, Chewing slowly, they swallow. Ryou sat in silence as he wait and watch closely at their reactions.
"DELICIOUS!!!" the threee screamed and starts shoveling more in their mouths like a pack of animals.
Ryou let out a relieved breath, happy that they approved of his cooking. He join in on the feast and serve more.
Suddenly they all stop when they heard sounds from the front door, opening and closing. Then loud footsteps walking in.
"Hey! I'm back!" a loud, annoyed voice yelled in.
Ryou blink as he recongize the voice. Just then, his white demon appeared in the livingroom. Ryou had to catch his breath from the site of him.
His white demon or Bakura, as he known him, is caded in tight black leatherpants and a black sleeveless top with low cut boots. And all his sexiness in every place.
Ryou was drooling.
"Is that food I smell?" Bakura ask as he sniff the air then spotted Ryou drooling at him. He send his a very toothy grin. "Well. If it isn't my 'Lady Luck'."
As the poor little albino is still lost in his fantasy, Bakura stood in front of him, pulled him against his hard body and start sucking the breath out of him. To the point of his face turning a paler shade of blue.
Ryou had to jerk his head back from the kiss with a loud gasp for air. He had to grab on to Bakura so he wouldn't fall down as he pant and gasp. There were clapping and cheering in the background.
"Whoo! Hey, you two, get a room!"
"Better yet, contiue here!"
"This is a great dinner theather, even though it's lunch."
"Hey, Bakura! You took Ryou's breath away!"
There were more cheering and laughing that Ryou could hear, and when he look up, he sees Bakura smirking down at him. He blushed.
After a few more seconds of staring at each other, Ryou gentle pull himself away from his hold and try to walk normally to the kitchen.
"I-I, uh, made some lunch." he said, stuttering as he made another plate and set it on the table in the livingroom. "I-I hope you l-like it."
Bakura made his way towards the table and sit cross-legged on the lfoor next to Ryou, who is figiting nervously like a new bride, wanting to please her husband.
Ryou watch anxiously as Bakura picks up the fork, swirl the noodles, stab a meatball, then et the whole thing in one bite. Ryou blinked at his appetite and gulp down his nervousness as he wait for his response.
Bakura chew the bite then swallow it. He pause for a moment. Then he wrap his harm tightly around Ryou's waist, pulling him on his lap and starts kissing him all over again. Ryou, in turn, kisses him back, tasting his tomato sauce in Bakura's mouth.
Bakura pull back from the kiss to twirl more spagetti onto his fork and gentle held it to Ryou's lips. He took it in his mouth but before he could chew it, Bakura drop his mouth down on his again, probbing his tongue in his full mouth to pull out a sting of noodle from his mouth.
He first pull back slowly, stretching the noodle, then slowly start eatting it to the middle, where he met with Ryou's lips (again) into a eager kiss.
"Ooh! Look, Marik! It's just like 'Lady and the Tramp'!"
"Yes, but who is the 'Tramp'? Bakura? or Ryou?" Yami joked.
Ryou blushed a deep red and try to hide under his hair, Baura just flicked them off and try to get his little lover to kiss him again. The laughter still continues.
Between the laughing and crude, valgur remarks, (to Ryou's relief) they finally finish their lunch, leving everything spotless. Not a crumb or sauce in sight.
"Whew! Now that's good eattin'." Marik belch loudly, patting his full stomach. "Good thing you caught a smart one this time, Baku. And a cutie to boot."
Ryou blushed again and quickly stack up the plates to the kitchen sink. Malik helped and they finish washing the dishes before anyone noticed they were gone.
"Thanks for the help, Malik." Ryou thanked, awarding him with a sweet smile.
"Sure, Ryou. As long as you keep on cooking like that and we eat it all, and I'm willing to clean. I just don't like to clean plates that still have huge chunks on food on it. Eww." he made a face and Ryou giggled.
And now that everyone's belly is full of Ryou's home cooking, everyone settled on the couch again. Marik and Malik are sitting on the couch, together (of course) with Bakura on the side, taking up all the space. Yami, gratefully took the single chair on the side with Ryou sitting on the carpet floor with a wide sofa pillow.
Yami was the first to open the discussion.
"Hey, listen up!" he clap his hands loudly and wait till they turn their heads turn towards him, getting their attentions. Then he laid a had on Ryou's shoulder. "Guys, Ryou has a small favor he wants to ask us."
They then turn their eyes to the young British sitting nervously on the plush carpet in between the chair Yami's sitting and the couch. He had his head slightly crooked down and was timidly playing with the carpet, visably shrinking.
"Hmm? A favor? What is it, Ryou?" Malik ask, looking intently at him.
Ryou look up at Yami, who gave him a nudge and a nod on encouragement. Taking a calming breath, Ryou look up at them with all the little courage he has and speak.
"Um, well, you all know how I met Bakura, right?" he ask first.
"You mean how you found you in drag in the elevator and you guys were stuck in for an hour doing it?" Marik said it with absolutly no shame.
Ryou nod, stiffly. "Yes."
"YUP!!" both the twin Egyptains raised their hands and and chant that they knew. Like that surprise him. "Baku told us."
"With sex-uble detail." Marik wink pervertedly at him.
Ryou instantly blushed a cheery red, sending a mental glare to Bakura for his bragging.
"Well, yes- ahem. Ok. You guys know that much, but I haven't told you why I was wearing the dress in the first place."
Bakura blinked. "Was it because you are a kinky little boy?"
Ryou glowed like a red globe and shook his head in denial. "No, no, no, no, no! Let me explain!"
Getting over the embarrassment, which took a while, Ryou told them his bet with his friend, Yugi. How they challenged each other in poker and the winner had to make a punishment to the loser, who unfortuantly is Ryou.
Marik gave a low whistle. "Wow. Very smart punishment, that little friend of yours have."
Ryou groan and bury his head deeper into Bakura's shoulder. Bakura has offered Ryou comfort but once he had Ryou snuggled on his lap, he plot his next attack to jump on Ryou. But in the mean time, he will wait while playing and Ryou's hair.
'I wonder what shampoo Ryou uses.' he was light years gone.
Yami on the other had, sat in silence, too lost in his thoughts of Ryou's mysterious friend.
"So, this Yugi, made you wear a dress and buy some sex toys?" Malik reviewed. "Hm, I'm impressed."
"What toys did he made you buy anyway?" Marik ask.
It was Bakura who answered in a very lazy response. "It's in the 'VICTORIA'S SECRET' bag in my room."
"OOh! Dibbs on it first!" Marik yelled out and ran to the room.
"Hey! No fair, you cheated!" Malik yelled after him, hot on his tail.
There were some sounds of a tussle, a crash and some short silence. After a few moments, a very happy Malik walked out the hallway with a pink bag around his arms and a triumphant smirk on his face. And Marik trudging behind him, very breathless.
"And you call ME a cheater?!" Marik accused breathlessly, glaring at his lover's back.
Malik just look over his shoulder and stuck out his tongue at him like a little kid. "All's fair in LOVE and WAR, sweetie." Then turn his attention to his prized, goody-bag. "Now, what do we have here?"
He dumped the contents from the pink bag to the low, livingroom table. "Hot damn! Now I'm very impressed."
Colorful packets of condoms, tubes of lubes, small maskes, couple boxes of special dildos, leather whips, frill rods, padded handcuffs, and a whole bunch more. It's a wonder that all these stuff were inside such a tiny, innocent, little bag.
Ryou was reliving his horror of purchessing all these items at the mall, blushed and hid his face in shame.
Shuffling through the spread of 'joy', Malik picked up a small list, a reciet, a catalog book of the stores uncoming items, and a torn page from a different catalog.
"Wow! You sure spent a lot for all of these. And you were prepared with a list of it too? '20 packets of coloful condoms- different colors, 10 packets of flavored condoms- different flavor, 5 special sensual condoms- different textures.' heh. With a great details too!" malik grinned shamlessly.
"I didn't even know there were a selection on condoms." Yami comment in a interested tone.
"OOh! Malik, look at this!" Marik waved the catalong book in his face. "He even got some coupons for the new items at that new place!"
"What?! Really? Oh my Ra, look at these stuff!" Malik said in awe as he check out all the latest sex toys. "They're so...Awesome!!"
"Hey! There's even different types of dildos for any types of people too. Long, short, thick, think,different texture, even special funny looking ones with extra-special features. Whoo. We have got to check this new place out, Malik!"
"A-HEM!" Yami coughed loudly, trying to ignore the two's serious discussion on sexual favor. Even though he has some inputs on them. Turning to Ryou, he said,"Moving on, tell us how you lost."
Ryou peeked in the corner to give him a boy who doesn't feel like telling everyone his humilation. "Why?"
"To get the perfect revenge on someone with the same intensity you expreienced, we need to get in his mind and imagine how he thinks." Yami explained logically. He got group of bemuse looks. "What I mean is get inside his head and play him the same why he did you. In his own game."
"OH!" they all nodded in comprehension.
Ryou sigh in defeat and pout as he told him. "We were playing Double Poker."
"'Double Poker'?"
He nodded. "Uh-huh. It's just normal poker but we use 2 decks instead of just one. He said just to make things more interesting and to make sure we don't cheat."
"Hmm. Interesting. So what did you get?"
"4 Jacks."
"Not bad. What was his hand?" he ask, about to sip his drink.
"A royal flush."
"PFFFTT!!" Yami spat out his drink in shock.
"Holy Shit!" Marik curse in surprise.
"Eww, Yami! That's gross!" Malik commented, wiping his eye. He had just barely missed the spat-out drink.
Yami ignored him and stared at Ryou, who just blink at him. "You're serious? A Royal Flush?"
Ryou nodded, not looking too shocked or surprise, strangly more casual.
"Yup. Yugi is always good with games. Very good. Even on a new one, he just need to know the rules, and bam! New champiaon." he priased. "He's really competative when it comes to winning. I used to outbest him in poker but he always comes out top. That's Yugi, for you." He sigh again and relaxed under Bakura's touch. "He's undefeatable.:
Yami thought about what he said and wipe his mouth, a smirk twitching. 'Undefeatable, eh? This is getting more and more interesting. Let's see how great he is against the King of Games.'
Looking up from the perverted catalog, Malik ask, "Hey Ryou, what does this Yugi look like anyway?"
Ryou blink in surprise. "Oh. Didn't I tell you?" they shook their heads. " Hmm. Well, I guess I can say that Yugi looks like...-" he point to yami, "- like a cute-innocent version of Yami."
"WHAT?!"
They all gapped at him like a fish. Then look at Yami who's jaw was also hitting the floor.
"SERIOUSLY?!"
The British Boy nodded and picked up his cup with both hands. "Uh-huh. At first, whe I first saw Yami, I thought he was Yugi. Except Yugi is a little smaller and has huge Amethyst eyes. Also, he doesn't afford anything leather."
Malik shook his head in wonder and amazment. "You know, if he does look like Yami, then we should make a look-alike club."
Ryou giggledinto his cup. "Yeah. Kinda cool."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. big deal." Bakura said sarcasticly as he rooled his eyes, then pulled Ryou closer, making the smaller boy squeak and almost spilling his cup. "What's the favor thing you want, babe?"
Ryou flushed again under the 'babe' and try to focus putting his cup down before anything happens.
"Oh, right. My favor. Well, I want- I want you to help me get revenge." he said timidly, twiddling his fingers.
"Revenge? Why sure! We'd be more than happy to help you get pay back." Malik said with a cheery smile and slap his shoulder. "Never thought you had it in you to go evil, Ryou. Bakura's influence, huh?"
"So, who's the roadkill?" Marik ask, ready to bring pain.
"Yugi."
There was a short unnerving pause.
".....You mean, your little, Yami look-alike friend that you were telling us about?"
He nodded, his head hung low. "yes."
Another pause.
"But why?" Malik ask in a careless way. "The punishment he made you do wasn't that bad."
Just as he finished the sentense, a dark atmaspere was rising around them. And something inside Ryou's calm state snapped. All his cool, calm, politnes are dropped to release the true beast inside him.
"'Wasn't that bad'?" Ryou repeated in a slow menacing way that has Malik blinking in surprise. "Wan't that bad?!?!"
Even Bakura started to feel a small dark shadow casting over his innocent white angel, and he couldn't have felt any prouder. Or turned on.
"Uh...Ryou? I think you need to-" Malik try to say nervously, but was cut off by a raged Ryou.
"Not THAT BAD?!?!?! I'll tell you, Malik, that it WAS THAT BAD!! Have you got any idea how humiliating that whole FUCKIN' experience was? For ME?!" Ryou exploded, his wide eyes burn an inferno, his surroundings dim with a omanous shadow, and his hair was sticking out wildly like Bakuira's. "Have you ever walk out to a freezing mall crowded with idiots in nothing but a freakin' dress that a piece of hankerchief can cover more?! And under is a poor excuse for a underwear that's just a string attached to napkin?!"
"Well, actually-"
"And do you know how it feels to have hundreds of perverted eyes on you, with butt-ugly bitches whispering shit about you, right in front of you just cause they can't have ass like me?! And damn do you know how many times I want to rip out those bastards eyes that keeps looking at like a fat kid wanting cake?!"
Malik was quaking behind a shaking and sweating Marik, whom is huddling beside the chair Yami is in, and he's frozen to the seat with his hands clawed to the arms. Yeah, they were THAT scared.
"And another thing that sucks is that I have to keep a happy smile when a goddamn pervert grab my ass. And I tell you now, A LOT of people kept doing! They all couldn't let go of it, Everyone! Old people, young people, Boys, girls, I even had to endure a little BRAT! Hell, even his MOM and the mall cop want to try! Have you ever had your ass post put like free samples?!"
"N-n-no, but I didn't-" Malik stuttered and flinch only to be cut off again as Ryou continue the list of horrors. He was near tears when Ryou marched up to them and snap some more.
"But out of all that crap, the worst thing out of all the HELL I had to go through was that I have to wear that GOD FUCKIN' DRESS!!!" Ryou screamed out the last part and was huffing and puffing, his arms dangling from his sides, sweat beaded down his brow.
Then an arm reach out from behind, grab his thin waist and pulled him back to the couch, on Bakura's lap. The white demon chuckled wickedly and nuzzle on his cheek.
"Aww, poor little Ryou." What's wrong with the dress? I thought you look hot in it." Bakura said in a suductive voice, still kissing him.
"It didn't match my thong."Ryou mummured into his chest, tears of his rage roll down.
Bakura let out a shout of laughter and kiss the tip of his nose with a slap on the rump. "Well, you won't have to worry about that problem anymore if you follow our rules, babe. I'll help uou with your little scheme if you're willing to pay me."
"I think I can match your price." Ryou boldly kissed his back to seal the deal. Then he turn back to the others, all his rage and anger washed away, bringing back the sweet, bright angel again. "So, what do you guys say? Will you help me too?"
They threee are huddled close together, pillows surrounding them like in the war,as if a bomb were about to strike again. Their faces were as pale as his. And they have tan skins, too.
"S-susre, Ryou. W-we'll do anything." Yami said with a small falter. "R-right, Malik?"
"Y-yeah, yeah, if Ryou wants revenge, then he'll get revenge.Anything for Ryou." Malik agreed in a haste with a nervous smile. "Right, Marik? Marik?"
There was a long silence from his side. They all turn their heads to see a passed-out Marik with his eyes rolled to the back of his head, still in a huddled position. His mouth was somewhat foaming.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'." Ryou said and gave them an angelic smile. "So, what's the plan?"
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At the KAME Game Shop, in the attic room awaits the one who's being spoken of from behind his back.
"Ah-choo!" Yugi let our a tiny sneeze as blink. "Hm? Am I catching a cold?"
The room is painted sky blue walls, decorated with posters of duel monsters and shelves of many manga comics, stuff monsters (the cute ones) and numerous selections of games and puzzles. Looks more like a middle schoolers room than a high schoolers.
Sitting on his computer chair, bored, he starts to spin around, lookin gup at his sky light roof. He counted the number of birds that passed by and add, subtract, multipy, and divided them during the last hour. he was really bored.
"Grr! Where is he?!"Yugi grolled in annoyance, punching his huge stuff bear that was abuot his size (or bigger).
He glance at the cloak again. Another hour has passed by, making it has been about 19 hours since Ryou last left. Still too early to report a lost person.
"It's takes 20 minutes to get to the mall. The mall should be closed already at 8pm last night, and he would have about 5 minutes to get to the bus stop and get back in 10 minutes. And there aren't any busses later than 10pm."
Getting restless, he got up to his feet and starts to pace, on hand holding his chin in thought, the other dragging a stuff Karibo plushie by it's tiny arm. That gave him the image of a lost child.
"He should be here a long time ago. And even if he went home last night, he would've called me now in the morning." Yugi tought aloud., hs brow beetled together. "I hope nothing bad happened."
SUddenly he jumped in surprise when the phone rang. Taking a couple of breaths, he picked up the phone and starts to speak in outrage.
"Ryou? It's abut time you call-" Yugi started ut was cut off by a scream.
"YUGI! HELP!" Ryou screamed in a panic through the phone. "Please, HELP ME!"
"RYOU?!" Yugi froze in horror and grip the phone with both hands. "Ryou! What's wrong?!"
"Yugi, plese, help me! They're gonna get me! They're coming!" Ryou kept repeating in a frighten, oanting voice. "AH! NO!"
"RYOU?!" Yugi listen intensly through the phone trying to pick up any signs of his friend.
He strains to hear faint screams of his friend, some evil laughs and shouts of others, and a lot of echoing footsteps knocking objects down. "Ryou?"
Then he heard someone picking up the phone again. He prayed it's Ryou.
"Hello, Yugi." a deep voice spoke smoothly in his ear. "It's an honor to finally speak to you."
Yugi can't help but blush as the handsome voice that isn't Ryou's. And even though it's over the phone, he could swore he felt the speaker's breath in his ear.
"W-who is this? W-where's Ryou?" Yugi demanded, trying to keep his voice tough but came out in a stutter.
"Ryou? Are you speaking of this adorable white angel? Why, he's here with us." the person answered in a n almost-amused tone. "As for who I am, that's for me to know and for you to find out."
"What have you done to Ryou?" he demanded again, fear cletching his insides. "Tell me!"
"Hmm. I'm not the one who could answer that right now, since it's my collegues who are doing the...interigating to your little friend."
Just then, they heard a loud, long, howling scream on the background that had Yugi jumping out of his skin and turn white.
"Well, that would give you a clue to your question. Just use your imagination. heh." the voice chuckled through the phone, obviously finds the scream humourous.
But Yugi didn't. "Oh My GOD! You monsters!" You won't get away with hurting innocent people!"
"Ah. Ah. Ah. Temper, little one. 'Innocent people'? You must of thought about something dirty."
Yugi blushed at that.
"Naughty-minded boy." the other line teased."
"S-shut up!" he yelled into the phone, getting angry for being teased at. "Tell me where you took Ryou!"
"Hmm. No. I don't think I will. Where's the fun in that?'
"Why you-you!"
"I'd love to stay and talk dirty eith you, little one, really I do," Yugi's face heats up again and he shuts his mouth. "but I'm afraid my time is up."
"No, wait!" Yugi tries to despratly hold the line longer.
"If yu wish to see your friend again, meet in the greenest spot of town, under the gray waterfall and meet with the golden beast to get tot he next clue." he said in a riddle.
"'Greenest spot'? 'Gray water'-what do you mean?!" You said, very confused.
"Until you can solve the clued, I'll be waiting. Bye now."
"Hold on, I still don't under-" he was cut off when he heard a click, then a long dial tone. "stand."
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Well, that ends chapter 2. yea, it's not a one shot no more. too bad.
idiot_lord-THANX n’ PEACE OUT!