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"My my my. Don't you look gorgeous today?"
"Oh shut it-why are you looking at me like that?"
The look of horror on Bakura's face twists even more as I eye him over greedily, clutching his cape over his already covered chest to prevent my green eyes from looking. I can't help it. It looks delicious. I look back up to Bakura, his natural-born fangs glistening comically under the indecisive waxing moon (or is it waning? Maybe I'm the indecisive one here). I smile, perfectly hiding my superstition of finding some treats underneath Bakura's shirt. "I'm surprised you didn't come here looking like a mummy-"
"Hey guys!" Why do I even bother talking? "Look what I found!"
Bakura's older cousin (or brother's uncle's cousin twice removed. Either way, they're related but super distant.) bounces up to us, dragging a little kid by his collar. The kid kicks and shoves the pavement, kicking up some grass on my front yard to earn a pissed off british boy. Bakura's cousin notices, and smacks him in the head, and he goes really quiet and limp. I have no choice but to silently pray for this kid, in hopes that he is able to escape before this guy either tortures the shit out of him, or anally fists him. I'm not sure what's worse in this situation. Maybe they're even the same thing. Who knows. Bakura's cousin looks like the worst remake of a popular TV show mummy, I can see where he got careless and just taped it onto his clothes. I can see his khaki pants sticking out, and his red shoes underneath what looks like paper towels.
"In speaking of the bloody devil." Bakura murmurs under his breath. As he turns around to face his tanned cousin wrapped in toilet paper, one of the strands of gelled up hair he made to make fake horns snags with the tan one's toilet paper around his eyes. "Akefia! Let go!"
"I'm not even holding onto your hair, ass! Your hair is in my eye!" The toilet paper mummy shoves the vampire away from him, but the gelled hair sticks to his eye, and sends Akefia lunging forward onto Bakura. The kid who got knocked out a couple of seconds ago slouches in my yard, knocking over a pumpkin I carved out myself (I would've asked these two, but, in no way am I letting these two idiots handle knives).
Bakura grunts from the floor, dizzy from getting hit in the head with the golden eyes' brute strength. "It wouldn't be the first time my hair got stuck in your eye."
At first I laugh, but once I hear Akefia making his perverted laugh I start to pale, wondering just what hair he's talking about. As I'm about to ask if they want to come inside-and if they were talking about the pubes, Akefia springs up like he's a spring board. His grey hair sticks out from underneath the poorly-wrapped toilet paper. His gold eyes stare into my green one. I look down towards the vampire, his crimson eyes widening when he catches me staring at his chest again. He curls up into a ball just to make sure I'm not looking anymore. Akefia locks me into a hug, nearly crushing my lungs in the process. "Can we come in?"
"Nothing's stopping you, is it?" I whisper, my voice octaves higher than normal. I can't breathe.
"You're crushing the poor kid." Bakura to the rescue! Akefia goes over to the left boy and drags him into a tipped-over trash can. I suppose that kid isn't getting analy fisted. Good to know prayers work when it's saving man virginities. I reward Bakura for saving this distressed boy in a cow onesie (moo moo, motherfucker) by staring at his pants this time, and it is plainly obvious he notices by moving the cape around to shield my view of the body. "Uh Ryou? Can we go in?"
What a horrible guest I am. I hide my thoughts of checking all of the muscled abs underneath the mummy's toilet paper by smiling and closing my eyes in the process. "Sure! Come on in! I think there are some cream puffs in the kitchen-"
There goes Bakura running off into the kitchen. Akefia only shrugs, giving me his signature smile that makes my heart melt, and we walk our ways over to the boy sticking his hand into the oven and grinning happily when his hand comes out searing with a cream puff in his hand. "Yes!"
"What are these things, anyways?" The mummy pokes at one of them once I take them out of the oven rack, putting it on the stove to cool off. I take a spatula and start raking them off the tin foil and placing them in a different pan so I can split them and fill it. I open the fridge in hopes of getting my favorite pudding, seeing it missing. Bakura bolts across the kitchen, running over to the pan and quickly cutting through the soft pastry with the ease of the knife. (Again, don't trust them with these knives. They're dangerous. No, not the knives! Them.)
Akefia takes this perfect opportunity to press me up again the counter-top, pressing his beautiful tanned abs against my cow onesie. (Moo.) I blush as I think all the scenarios that go through my head.
"Ryou?" The golden-eyed boy whispers into my ear, barely nipping the shell. I feel like pudding. Maybe Bakura should stuff me into a pastry.
I squeak, "Yes?"
I nearly slap myself as my dreams and my blush dissappear. "Hold on just a second, I wanna get the whip cream can behind you."
Oh god. I know I saved that boy from being anally fisted, but in recompense, can you make this boy analy thrust me with his-
"Uh, Ryou? You okay?" The Vampire is paling again, hiding himself underneath the black cape, wondering if he has a new body part equally erotic.
"I'm fine!" I smile again. I bid farewell to my blush on my cheeks, rubbing my eyes as a cover. "Just a bit tired."
"Oh, but Ryou." Akefia places his hands on my hips from behind, grazing his thighs on mine. "The night has just begun!"
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Moo moo, motherfucker.
Moo moo.
So hey guys! It's been a while, hasn't it? I'm going to create a mini story out of this. I hope you guys like it. It seems just like a vague idea. I'll be writing little by little, hopefully it doesn't turn into something catastrophically titanic. Or something. I hope you guys are enjoying your back to school season, I certainly am. Look how happy I am. Wooot. (Sarcasm). See you guys around!
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