Ryou opened his eyes to an unpleasant yelling sound coming from the kitchen. He looked disappointedly at his clock with its glowing numbers that read 6:30. It was one of his rare days off and he was hoping to be able to sleep of some of the alcohol he'd drank last night. He was still confused as to how he had ended up drunk, and then somehow home. Bakura hadn't been pleased, but after making him drink some seltzer water told Ryou to get out of his sight. Ryou had fallen asleep as soon as he gotten into his bed, and hadn't heard the fight that had been going on for the last three hours.
When the yelling subsided and Ryou could sit up without the room spinning he decided to brave his brother's temper, he opened his door and crept down the hallway, making it past the living room before he tripped over a lamp and ended up in a heap on the floor. Bakura came out of the kitchen at the commotion and grabbed Ryou's upper arm pulling him to his feet and dragging him into a chair. He handed him a couple of Advil and a very large bottle of seltzer water and sat across from him, glaring at him until he had taken the Advil, and drank a considerable amount of water.
"What were you thinking?" Bakura whispered, "You know how I feel about him."
"Kura I can explain... it was harmless fun all we did was go to a club." Ryou replied, taken aback by his brother being so angry with him.
"You came home at three in the morning, drunk out of your mind! You're not even of age, how you got into a club is beyond me." Even though Bakura knew, he and his brother were quite attractive no gay bar in New York would turn them away.
Ryou winced at his brother's voice; it was so loud it felt like he was yelling into his ear. Bakura's expression softened slightly until he looked up.
A tall slim blond was walking towards them, a towel wrapped dangerously low around his waist. On his body small drops of water glistened. He padded into the kitchen, poured himself a cup of coffee, and turned smirking at Bakura.
"I told you he would be fine." The blond grinned at Ryou. "How're you doing?'
"He's hungover, and you're lucky you're still alive." Bakura growled standing and taking a few steps in the blonds direction.
"It would be pretty bad press if you murdered your boyfriend in cold blood, and then there really wouldn't be anyone to look after poor little Ryou."
"I should remind you, I'm not dating you of free will, if you hadn't been such an asshole at the photo shoot back in October we wouldn't be in this mess." Bakura leaned against the counter and sighed. "Why did you move in here again?"
"Because you didn't want me living alone in apartment and you didn't want to sell." Ryou spoke quietly from the table.
"You should go back to bed there Ryou, you probably feel like crap. You have work tomorrow. I'm going to take a shower." He looked at the blond "... put on some clothes will you."
The blond smirked again and leaned against the counter pulling the towel even lover down his chiselled body. "I think I'll just finish my coffee." He looked at Ryou. 'You don't mind do ya hun?" He said with a wink.
Bakura saw Ryou blush. "Are you hitting on your boyfriends brother?"
"I didn't think you were so invested in our relationship?" The blond raised an eyebrow. "But if that's how you feel..."
"Look Marik I have no interest in being with you, and we both know we're only doing this because of the publicity –"
Marik cut Bakura off. "Well actually I'm doing it for more than one reason." He smiled at Ryou over Bakura's shoulder. "Hey baby."
"Shut up Marik." Bakura hissed, "I'm sure he has no interest in a jack ass like you. Go put some trousers on a least."
Marik laughed and walked away. "You both want me so bad."
Bakura turned around to talk to Ryou, but the boy was gone. "He's probably just gone back to bed... MARIK GET YOUR ASS BACK IN THIS KITCHEN!"
Marik's and Ryou's rooms were connected by a bathroom and a shared closet.