Yami Yugi walked into the apartment building where Marik and Bakura lived. Earlier in the week, Marik and Bakura had stolen his leather pants, and he wanted to get them back. He had demanded that they be washed before he received them; he didn't want their peasant germs to touch his majesty.
He walked across the velvet carpet, and stopped at room 9-W: Marik and Bakura's room. He knocked on the door and waited. Then knocked again. And again. And after a minute or two he decided to just open the door and walk in because he found it rude to make someone as royal as him wait.
He walked in, and approached a closed door, where he heard voices coming from the other side. He pressed his ear to the door and listened.
"Thrust!" Yelled the voice of Bakura, obviously frustrated.
"I am thrusting!" The distinct voice of Marik Ishtar yelled.
"Well, thrust harder! Just put it at the hole and shove it right in!"
'What?!' Yami thought. His face turned red at the thought of what they were doing.
"Just stab it in there!"
"I'm trying! It's just so hard!"
"Damn it, Marik, you're such a twa-Ah! Urrrgh!"
Yami started for the door at the sound of the groaning sound, his face a shade of bright scarlet. His leather pants could wait until Marik and Bakura were done with their…activities…
"Damn it, Marik, you're such a twa-Ah! Urrrgh!" Cried Bakura as the spiky end of a straw was stabbed at his chest, "That hurt!"
Marik rolled his eyes, "This is impossible!" Marik cried, throwing down the juice pouch and the straw. "I'll just go have some soda!"
"It's not that hard, just poke the spiky end of the straw through the hole at the top of the pouch."
"Frig you, it is hard!"
Bakura took the juice pouch and jabbed the straw into it, as easily as jabbing a knife into softened butter. "It's no Excalibur," Bakura said, smirking as he took a sip of the juice.
Marik's face turned red in anger, "Well, if you keep being that way, you won't get any tonight."
Bakura held his hands up in defeat. "All right, fine, you got me," He paused and smirked. "Why don't you come here and make me the juice pouch?"
I got this idea for this story from my friend at school named Joseph. He's like, my fanboy. Anyway, we were sitting inside for lunch (because Princess Juliet told us we had to) and my friend was trying to stab the straw into her juice box, and Joseph's lines were the BEST innuendo. He even suggested I write the story off his lines ;)