"Yami, please help me unpack these boxes..." Ryou started quietly. He was sitting atop his knees on the floor of the new apartment they had just begun to rent. Around him were stacks upon stacks of cardboard boxes, all a difference size. And out of all these boxes, only a few were empty, and only a couple on top of that had even been opened.
"I'm watching television," Bakura snapped back. He threw his feet up on a couple of the boxes that were still waiting to be opened. He wished he had a beer to drink, but the box with all their food was still somewhere among the pile. He had to admit it bothered him that Ryou had yet to find it.
"Careful!" Ryou shouted, pushing up to his feet and grabbing the stack from under Bakura's feet, "my mother's China is in here!" Ryou let out a sigh before gently putting the boxes down away from his Yami, dusting off the dirt from his shoes. These plates may be girly and old, but they were a constant reminder of both his mother and Amane, and he expected them to be treated with respect.
"Sorry, but you're the one who's taking so long to put everything away. If it was away, our coffee table wouldn't be in the moving truck still." Bakura leaned back and stretched, running his arms along the back of the couch. Ryou shot him a frustrated and playful glare, choking a smile.
"The boxes might be away now if you were helping instead of watching television," Ryou fought back, turning back to his boxes. He pulled out another pile of photo frames and placed them in the stack next to him. Bakura watched his Hikari working and let his head fall to the side. So patient, so innocent, and yet, behind closed doors he was...
"Wait a second," Bakura interrupted his own thoughts, his eyes falling thin. "Why does that box there say Malik?" His arm wearily lifted to point at the box in question. Ryou's face heated a bit and he choked a laugh, lifting his head up and over his shoulder to give his Yami an apologetic glance.
"Y-You didn't think we needed two bedrooms for just you and I did you?" he asked nervously, reaching up to scratch his hair.
"Hikari," Yami growled, his teeth clenched. That wasn't a good enough answer, and Ryou knew that. The hikari turned back to his box and took in a rapid breath before pulling out the last of the contents and placing it to the side. He closed his eyes sternly and began working on breaking the cardboard down.
"I invited Malik and Mariku to stay with us," he finally admitted. He threw his flattened box to the side and reached to grab another. "They've been living on that boat for much too long." Bakura's eye twitched before widening in fear. He spread his hand over his face. No. This is unacceptable. There was no way Bakura was going to let those psychopathic retards cut in on the time he was planning on spending alone with his Hikari.
"And you didn't think about consulting me about this?" Bakura snapped back finally, growling more as his eyes thinned back to slits. "Do you have any idea what those two are like when they have no purpose?"
"Yes, I do," Ryou lied, pushing to his feet in a huff. He gave his Yami an annoyed and frustrated pout along with a-supposed-to-be intimidating glare. "They are like human beings, and even more so our friends." Bakura would have fought back, but the look he was receiving was the exact amount of too-adorable to even bother with. Instead, he turned back to his television and widened his mouth, complaining in a low, flat tone.
"Shouldn't they be here helping you unpack then?" he moaned, now having trouble concentrating on his program. Ryou smiled gently before getting back on his knees, tugging another box in front of him to unpack. He pulled things out one after another, his eyes closed in both pride and serenity.
"Malik said they would be here in about an hour. He's very picky about making sure there's not a single thing left behind. You know, marbles under the bed, things like—Uh?"
Ryou's eyes widened a bit and his normal pale cheeks grew flush and pink. Bakura's arms were hanging tightly around his neck in a spooning hug. Ryou smiled gently and lifted his arms to wrap around Bakura's shoulders. His muscles were tight with a desperate restraint. Ryou tried to look up at him, but Bakura had hidden himself under a curtain of tangled, white hair. Bakura grinned next to Ryou's ear, slipping out his tongue and running it along the outer of his ear.
"Then we have an hour of alone time left, Hikari," he whispered. Ryou shuddered slightly as a familiar chill crawled up every notch of his spine. He laughed a bit before wrapping his hands around Bakura's arms and attempting to tug them away from his body.
"No, no, Yami," Ryou refuted, running his hands along Bakura's forearms. He closed his eyes again and smiled gently. Once he was free, he stood up, leaving Bakura leaning on the floor on one knee. Ryou put a fist on his hip and leaned into it, winking at Bakura and shaking a disapproving finger. "Not until everything is unpacked. Sad you didn't help?"
Bakura gasped slightly in defeat, still hidden under his bangs. Then he grinned and got to his feet, letting his gaze escape to capture Ryou's. "I wasn't asking, Hikari," he began, reaching out an arm. His fingers curled around Ryou's slender wrist and tugged him close. Ryou's eyes widened as Bakura's lips pressed against his neck. "I was telling."
"Y-Yami..." Ryou moaned, his voice weak. His cheeks were darker now. His eyes thinned as Bakura's hands started to explore his body. He wrapped his arms around Bakura's neck, beginning to grow desperate for more. Another moan escaped him and his grip loosened. Then, his hands met with something else, just as two extra hands fell against his lower back.
"We're home!" Malik shouted, hugging his face against Bakura's back. He smiled in pure delight as his arms wrapped around both Ryou and Bakura, his back horizontal and his legs forward and bent, letting his hips stick out far behind him. Ryou's face fell in both disappointment and embarrassment as he tugged his hand away from Malik's head. Bakura however, growled next to Ryou's neck, his eyes shut in frustration.
"I-I guess it's been an hour since we spoke," Ryou explained apologetically. Then, without warning, the whole group fell against the floor. Ryou cried out first in pain, Bakura soon followed in surprise, then Malik squealed in excitement. On top was a very proud Mariku, his body laying over Malik's in perfect harmony, all their curves connecting like they were meant to. Mariku wrapped his arms around Malik's torso and tugged his close, grinning wildly next to his head.
"Mariku!" Ryou managed to squeak from the bottom of the pile, his stomach and oesophagus both being crushed. The dark Yami didn't respond, however. His grin faded and his eyes opened, redirecting themselves for the television. He pushed up from his Hikari, keeping their hips attached as he went. He sat for a bit on his knees as Malik pushed up, as well, his back hitting against his Yami's chest.
"What are you watching?" Mariku started, putting his hands on Malik's shoulders and using it as leverage to get to his feet. Malik soon followed, but Bakura stayed over his Hikari on the floor, his face now stuffed into the carpet.
"The tale of the Egyptian Cock-blockers, apparently," Bakura responded bitterly, pushing up on his forearms. He gave Ryou a death glare before kicking back up to his feet and flopping back down on the couch. Mariku fell next to him, and they both began to sit the same way. Bored faces and limp hands between spread legs.
"Where's the beer?" Mariku started, looking up at the two Hikari's beside him. Ryou's back straightened a bit in intimidation where as Malik put his fists on his hips and gave his Yami a disapproving pout.
"You're not drinking in the middle of the day!" he scolded. Mariku shrugged and turned forward again. Malik stood straight with an accomplished smile. He turned to Ryou and they exchanged glances. "How long have you been unpacking? It looks like you've barely done anything!"
Ryou scoffed and folded his arms, throwing his head at Bakura. "I've been working all day. I might have finished earlier if my stubborn Yami decided to help." He turned back to Malik and searched his face for sympathy. It didn't take him long to find it.
"I know what you mean!" Malik cried back, throwing his arms behind him and pushing on his lower back. "My Yami wouldn't even pack his own stuff. He'd be naked right now if it weren't for me!"
"Who says that's a bad thing?" both Yamis responded together with identical grins, turning to their Hikaris in unison.
Ryou only grew more frightened at this and he forced up a nervous smile. Malik however gave the pair a pout and crossed his arms over his chest. He then smiled and opened his arms again, slipping one around Ryou's tender shoulders and holding the other against his hip. Ryou's face heated and he blinked, his face nearly falling against Malik's chest.
"Say whatever you want, Yami-tachi," he starting mockingly, sticking his tongue out, "we don't need you guys to have fun." He turned his head to Ryou and grinned, letting his tongue slip along his pale cheek bone. It wasn't pale for long, however, as Ryou quickly began to glow a deep crimson "Isn't that right, Ryou?"
Ryou was hesitant, but he nodded gently, somehow managing to slip his gaze up towards Malik's. Ryou was quickly released, and he stumbled backwards, barely having time to stabilize before he was tugged to the floor.
"Let's finish unpacking and break in one of these beds!" Malik suggested excitedly, tugging a box towards him. Bakura growled from his place on the couch, his face low and his eyes thin. He watched the Hikari's on the floor. Malik was such... He was so..! Ugh! The Yami threw his head forward again. He didn't care what his Hikari did. It was his business. He leg began to tap wildly and his fingers curled overtop his knees. He didn't care. So why was it bothering him so much? His gaze slipped back. Malik was unpacking table clothes now, his smile bright. Ryou was next to him, a much calmer smile on his lips, tugging out stacks of books.
"Bakura," Mariku growled from next to him. Bakura snapped out of his trance and turned to his fellow Yami, confused and rather annoyed. Mariku unhooked the chain from his cloak and threw it on the couch as he stood. "Let's go bring in more furniture. It would be easier for them to be able to put those books on the shelf right away."
Bakura was reluctant, but agreeing. He pushed up as well and followed Mariku through the maze of boxes and out the door. The pale Yami felt rather contented walking behind Mariku as they went. The Egyptian was nothing short of muscular. He had the type of arms and chest you just couldn't get with any Hikaru, and Bakura made sure sex with Mariku went on his mental to-do list.
Once they were finally back to ground level, Bakura started fumbling through his pocket for the keys to the moving van they had rented. Once he found them, he unlocked the door and stepped back, allowing Mariku to throw the door upwards and jump inside, his feet together. Bakura admired this movement and slipped his keys back, shifting his weight to one leg as his arms folded over eachother.
"You guys didn't really have a plan when you were unloading did you," Mariku mocked, his face flat as he stumbled around. Bakura grumbled a bit, rather uninterested. His head turned to the street nearby. It wasn't a busy one, and he was thankful for it.
"Shut up," Bakura finally responded, turning back. He hands relocated themselves to his pockets as he watched Mariku's figure disappearing deeper and deeper to the back of the van. "Better leave the coffee table for last. Ryou'll never forgive me if I get that thing out and go back to the television all night."
Mariku chuckled loudly from inside, grinning like mad as his hands wrapped around a kitchen chair. He slid it through to the back of the van, only using enough force for it to stop right at the door's opening for Bakura to pull it out and put it safely on the ground. "Yeah, when Malik complains about me watching television, I just fuck him until he can't speak."
"Lucky," Bakura responded quietly, waiting for the next chair. Although he wasn't sure what he was actually saying it to. Was it because Mariku and Malik actually had sex? Or was it because Bakura wanted one of them? His thoughts were interrupted as another chair appeared in front of him. He pulled it down and pouted a bit in frustration. Mariku had a nice body, sure. There was no doubt about that. But what was it about Malik that Bakura found fascinating? His physic was nothing in comparison to his Yami's, and compared to Ryou, he wasn't even beginning to crack the barrier of adorable.
Two more chairs slid forward and Mariku followed close behind, holding a couple more in his own hands. Bakura tugged his chairs away, letting Mariku jump out of the truck once again. He shot Bakura a smug grin and his tongue ran over his face.
"You guys haven't done it much, have you?" Mariku mocked. Bakura's face filled with color as his eyes widened. He was about to refute, but as he turned, Mariku let out a laugh and turned towards the apartment door. "You'd better speed up," Mariku suggested. His eyes scrolled back to Bakura's as they thinned. "If my Hikari doesn't snatch him up, I'll be sure to."
Yep, this was going to be the best living arrangement ever. As the Yamis made their way up the stairs, both covered in chairs, Bakura's face fell further and further with both frustration and determination. Suddenly, he missed being trapped alone in the Millennium Ring for 5000 years. Solitude never before seemed so appealing.