Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Stupid Pointless Arguments ❯ Cherry Lips ( Chapter 4 )

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This was beginning to get strangely comforting.

 

For the past couple of days, the group had been meeting in the living room to discuss each round of: The Most Helpless Hikari competition. But now, that they weren't going to talk about new ways to embarrass and torment the hikaris, it was easier to walk into a meeting with a sly smile on their faces. It was a “secret” pleasure the hikaris had, watching their yamis squirm in their seats.

 

“This meeting is about to commence.” Yuugi announced.

 

The serious look on his face caused Yami to inadvertently flinch. Malik nodded at Yuugi, carefully hiding his amusement towards Yami's discomfort. Ryou pouted as he followed the rules he and the others had made yesterday.

 

 

He climbed out of Bakura's lap, and ignored the raised eyebrows that caused. He nodded his head, just the tiniest bit, and Malik took the reigns.

 

“Now as you already know, we've gathered you here to determine which yami is best in bed.”

 

“Which would be Bakura.”

 

Malik gave Ryou the coldest glare he could muster, before going back to what he was saying. “For the first contest, we'll be using a full proof method to determine which one of you has the most talented tongue.”

 

Marik smirked. “Well that's not fair; Bakura's already gotten a head start.”

 

“What?” Everyone turned to stare at Bakura. Ryou had returned to his former position and the two were playing a rather competitive game of tonsil hockey.

 

“Ryou!” Yuugi cried in frustration.

 

Neither Ryou nor Bakura made any acknowledgement of anyone else in the room. They were so wrapped up in each other that Yami, was one hundred percent sure, they had forgotten their bodies' natural craving for oxygen.

 

Five minutes passed and they seemed to be slowing down, eventually they pulled themselves apart. Ryou smiled seductively at Bakura, licking a line up his neck, his hand dipping dangerously low.

 

“Ryou!” Malik and Yuugi screamed again.

 

They watched in annoyance as Ryou jumped out of his skin, and scrambled away from Bakura.

 

“Remember rule number one?” Malik asked in a low voice.

 

“Rule number one?” Yami echoed.

 

“No physical contact of any kind with the contestants, lest the results become bias.” Ryou mumbled.

 

“Are you going to stick to it, or will we have to quarantine you?” Yuugi snarled at him.

 

Ryou flinched and nervously tried to think of a way out of this. His eyes landed on Bakura. “It's not my fault!” Everyone gave him a blank stare. “He seduced me!” He pointed at Bakura who raised an eyebrow.

 

“By breathing?” Bakura smirked in amusement.

 

“Yes.” he sniffed. Noticing the angry glares he was still receiving he pouted. “Sorry, it won't happen again.” Yuugi and Malik nodded, temporarily satisfied with his answer.

 

They were about to return to what they had been previously doing when a wet sound stopped them. Whipping back around to face Ryou they twitched at the provocative things Ryou was demonstrating for Bakura, involving both his mouth and his fingers.

 

“Ryou?” Yami asked staring wide eyed at him.

 

Ryou snapped to attention, giving the two glaring at him a nervous smile. “Hehehehe, Rule number one is a work in progress.” he squeaked while sitting on his hands.

 

Malik rolled his eyes. “Because it's so hard to keep your hands to yourself.”

 

“Anyways,” Yuugi grumbled, “the test is simple. Ryou, if you could kindly tear your mouth away from Bakura's lap—”

 

“Cock.” Marik “corrected” in reference to the way Ryou's head was now resting in Bakura's lap. Malik swiped him over the head and nodded at Yuugi to continue.

 

“So, Ryou, it's time to give them the demonstration.”

 

Ryou grinned up at Yuugi, “No problem.” He skipped away to the kitchen, the yamis staring curiously at his back. When he came back he had three bowls and a garbage bag in hand.

 

“Mmmm… Cola…” Marik received strange looks for his sudden outburst.

 

After placing one of the bowls in front of each yami, Ryou snatched a cherry from the bowl in front of Marik. Popping the cherry into his mouth, he made a show of eating the red fruit. Sucking on it and wrapping his tongue around it in hopes of driving his audience insane, as little sounds escaped his throat. Bakura was about ready to toss him on the couch when Malik snapped.

 

“For the love of all that is good!” He stormed over to Ryou, plucked the cherry from his mouth, and ate the cherry. Spitting the pit into the garbage bag, he handed the stem back to Ryou. “Now, if you'll please get on with it!”

 

“Obviously somebody wasn't fucked hard enough if…" he trailed off seeing the murderous look in Malik's eyes. He slipped the stem into his mouth and chewed lightly on it before working it with his tongue. Within minutes he had the cherry stem dangling from between his fingers, a perfect knot in the centre of the stem. “Your objective is this. Tie a cherry stem with your tongue.”

 

“Sound easy?” Yuugi asked. The yamis nodded. “Five dollars says you can't do it within ten cherry stems.”

 

“Do you mean ten tries?” Yami asked cautiously.

 

“No.”

 

“You're on.” Bakura smirked.

 

The yamis glared at each other before grabbing their bowls and looking at their hikaris expectantly.

 

“On your marks.” Malik started.

 

“Get set.” Yuugi continued.

 

“Go!” Ryou finished.

 

And the “battle” began.

 

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Yami was very careful with his cherry stems. Unlike the other two, he didn't want to accidentally destroy one. This was a matter of pride, and whoever used the least amount of cherry stems would be the winner. Chewing gently on the stem, he wondered how Ryou had managed to do this in a few minutes. He began to work the stem around with his tongue, doing his best to tie the knot, when it snapped. Groaning he pulled it out of his mouth and tossed it in the garbage.

 

It felt like he was never going to get this. They'd been at it for the past hour, give or take, and both he and Bakura had gone through over fifteen cherry stems. Marik had only gone through five, but he had only stared a half hour ago. Who knows why but, Marik had decided to eat all the cherries before joining them, not that he would complain. Not having to eat the cherry stems made his life a lot easier, though he did have to wonder why it took Marik half an hour to eat three bowls of cherries.

 

After replacing the cherry stem, he began to gently work it with his teeth. Once it had softened a bit, he gently guided it into a loop. He held back his excitement when he almost pushed it through.

 

“Shit!” The cry came from Bakura, and not only did it cause him to bite his tongue, it also made him bite clean through the cherry stem.

 

Ryou was at Bakura's side in an instant. “What happened?” Malik and Yuugi growled under their breath; while Bakura gave him a look. “Please, Bakura, tell me.”

 

Rolling his eyes, he responded. “I bit my tongue.” Yami gave Bakura a look that would have given even a child a heart attack.

 

“You yelled because of that?” His tongue throbbed slightly, and he could feel his irritation cause his anger to skyrocket.

 

“Yeah, so what?” Bakura's eyes narrowed slightly.

 

“Nothing.” Yami paused for a moment. “It's just that I though only little girls screamed for no reason.”

 

Bakura snarled at him. “Excuse me? Care to repeat that?”

 

“Only little girls cream for no reason.” he sneered.

 

Marik watched the two excitedly, mutilating a cherry stem between his teeth.

 

Bakura was just about to rise and pummel Yami, when a sudden weight in his lap stopped him. “Move. I have to deal with him.”

 

“And I have to make sure your tongue is still in tact.” Ryou replied prying at Bakura's lips.

 

Bakura's eyes narrowed again. “Ryou.” The warning was clear.

 

“Stick your tongue out.” It was also clear how much the warning affected Ryou. When Bakura refused he continued, “Bakura, stick it out, or I won't go down on you for a week.”

 

“As if you could last that long.” he snorted back in reply.

 

Ryou glared at him. “I won't have to.”

 

“Oh?”

 

“Marik,” Marik turned his attention to Ryou. “Do you mind if I go down on you, instead of Bakura?”

 

“Excuse me?” Malik hissed. “How dare you even suggest such a notion. I'll kill you.” he screamed while charging at Ryou.

 

Yuugi grabbed Malik by the back of his shirt, and nearly lost his arm, effectively stopping him. “Down boy.”

 

Malik turned around to give Yuugi a piece of his mind when a movement caught his attention. He watched as Marik approached.

 

“Don't feel threatened,” he purred. “A little play time with Ryou will be good for you.” Malik's jaw dropped low, and his eye began to twitch.

 

“I'm not having a threesome!” Marik grinned at Malik's explosion.

 

“That's what you think.”

 

“Ryou! Learn some self-restraint!” Yuugi cried.

 

Their eyes turned to Ryou and they watched in shock as he attacked Bakura's neck.

 

“Ryou, what the fuck? !” Bakura growled while pushing him away.

 

“I knew it! That little bitch left a mark!” For a second, everyone's thoughts mirrored each other. `What the fuck did I miss?' going through all their minds in complete unison. “No more threesomes, I hate it when people mark my property!” Ryou finished his rant.

 

“I'm not your property.” Bakura snarled, “Besides, weren't you the one who begged me to let the slut share our bed?”

 

“I didn't think she'd leave a mark!” Ryou argued.

 

“SHUT UP!!” Yami yelled. “The rest of us don't need to hear about your exciting sex life!”

 

Silence.

 

The occupants of the room regarded each other, before slowly their gazes shifted over to Yami.

 

“Yami, what do you mean by `exciting'?” Yuugi asked.

 

No response. Yami looked at everything except Yuugi.

 

“Are you telling us, that you've never had a ménage a trois?” Yuugi asked stupefied.

 

“You sound like you've had one.” Bakura replied, eyebrow raised.

 

Yuugi flushed and adverted his eyes, looking everywhere but at the other two hikaris in the room. “I… umm… yeah, I kinda did.”

 

“What?” Yami stared at Yuugi, carefully hiding his hurt behind shocked eyes.

 

“Oh calm down,” Ryou yawned, “it was before you two got together.”

 

Yami silently breathed a sigh of relief before something metaphorically whacked him hard over the head. “How would you know that?”

 

Malik tensed at the question.

 

“Yuugi's one of my best friends, we tell each other everything.”

 

Slowly Malik released a breath he hadn't known he was holding.

 

“Oh, and Malik and I were his partners.”

 

Malik's head dropped, he should have known better.

 

“What do you mean you were his partner?” Bakura snapped.

 

“What do you care, we weren't in a relationship.” Ryou replied.

 

“So? We were sleeping together.”

 

A chocked sound escaped Malik and Yuugi.

 

“Ryou, you were sleeping with us and Bakura?” Malik asked for clarity.

 

“Yup.”

 

“And you don't see anything wrong with that?” Yuugi asked.

 

“Nope. I wasn't in a committed relationship with anyone, so I really don't understand the problem.”

 

“Yuugi,” Yami started, feeling unsure of how to continue. “Were you a virgin when we…” he trailed off.

 

Yuugi blushed while shaking his head.

 

“Oh.”

 

“Are you upset?”

 

“Not really, more shocked. I always thought we'd lost it together.”

 

“Heh, speak for yourself!” Bakura chortled, making eye contact with Marik.

 

“What's that supposed to mean?” Yami's eyes narrowed.

 

“Oh nothing, except the fact that,” he paused for a second his grin spreading to an impossible length. “You're practically still a virgin!!” Marik cried with him. The two collapsed in a pile of laughing limbs from their position.

 

Yami flushed and glared at them. “I am not virgin!!!”

 

“Even... Even… Even his hikari is less innocent them him!” Bakura shrieked clutching his sides in agony.

 

Marik was laughing so hard that he was having troubling gasping for breath. Stopping for a second so that he could regain it before tormenting Yami some more, he noticed that he was having trouble breathing.

 

He clutched at his throat as it finally sank in that the now noticeable pain in his throat, might be from the cherry stem he was chew on earlier. He clawed at his throat trying to open it enough to get some air.

 

Yuugi took one glance at Marik before sprinting to his aid. Standing behind him, he wrapped his hands together and proceeded to perform the Heimlich maneuver.

 

Malik and the others just watched confused for a moment until suddenly Marik spat something out, and reality sunk in.

 

“I always knew Marik would die from laughing.” Malik stated blankly, before going over to Marik and making sure he was okay.

 

Yami was about to help as well, when he noticed what Marik had been choking on. “This is impossible!” he cried, picking up the stem.

 

“What?” Ryou asked squirming in Bakura's lap so he could get a better look.

 

“He tied it!”

 

“That's impossible! The secret to this can't be choking on the damn thing; otherwise Ryou wouldn't have been able to do it! He has no gag reflex!” Bakura was ready to go on a rampage

 

“We'll clearly you are wrong about that.” Yami threw the cherry stem into the garbage, holding his rage back.

 

“Maybe you'll win the next one, Yami.” Yuugi patted his back sympathetically.

 

“I doubt it.” Bakura said.

 

“He's still a virgin after all.” Marik finished.

 

“I AM NOT A VIRGIN!!!”

 

 

It's funny because most of this chapter has been written out for the past three weeks or so and I just didn't have the motivation to type it. Hope you enjoyed the chapter, it has 25% more bitching than all of the other chapters!