Oh what to write, what to write! I was thinking about this for a while... Anyway, this is ANOTHER birthday present for a different friend(No, it's not Purrshitchangstshipping o.O). Happy Birthday, Shvon~ ^^

Warning to readers: This fic is filled with inside jokes. And when I mean filled, I mean, FILLED! You may not understand it, which will probably make the characters seem out of character.

Irritation to the highest magnitude, and - dare he think it - the feeling to beat down that single point of irritation. At the moment, it was his computer. Ryou gave it to him yesterday as a birthday present. Malik could have sworn that Ryou was more excited about the gift than he was. Malik's boyfriend opened made him open it and register it.

Now, Malik didn't know much about computers. After all, he was underground since his childhood. Of course, he knew the basics. He had to find out some way to kill the Pharaoh and besides using the Sennen Rod, computers held a great deal usefulness. However... his knowledge of computers was limited to setting up traps and setting them off at the right moment. After that...

Well in any case, he was grateful for the video game - Left 4 Dead - Ryou got him. It was bloody, something that Malik strangely enjoyed... not to mention that he got to shoot up some creepy zombies. The game was practically addicting for the Egyptian. So, when he died... let's just say he wasn't... pleased.

"I am THIS close of smashing this computer!" Malik yelled at nothing. Ryou appeared behind him and giggled.

"You're so cute when you're angry," Ryou snickered.

"You would think I was cute if I bombed Japan," Malik muttered. Ryou stopped laughing but didn't try to hide the amusement in his eyes.

"I wouldn't go that far," he replied, smiling down. Malik followed his eyes and then looked at Ryou sharply.

"Ryou, why do you never wear any pants?" Malik demanded. Looking down at his indeed pants-less boyfriend. Ryou giggles and flaunted his hips. Malik found himself growing hard and he instead went back to his game.

Because everyone knows that you stop a hard-on by killing pixels of deranged zombies... right?

Too bad for Malik, however, because Ryou sat on his lap and looked down at his boyfriend with a pout on his face.

"Come on, Malik! It's your birthday! I'm sure we can think of more... pleasurable things to do that will make both of us happy," Ryou whispered in his ear seductively. Well, if Malik wanted to try any attempts to keep his aching need under control, it was crushed, burned, and the ashes were scattered across the Pacific Ocean.

"Oh? And what do you have in mind?" Malik asked suggestively. Ryou's lips were right next to his ear.

"I'll top."

Malik eyes grew. Whoa. That was kinda... unexpected. Ryou was so innocent. Malik certainly wouldn't have guessed that his boyfriend wanted to do that.

"Well... I guess, I mean, if you really want to..." Malik's voice trailed off. In honesty, there wasn't a huge objection to Ryou topping him, just... we wasn't sure if he would be... comfortable with it, so to speak.

Ryou laughed again. "You're really cute, but that's not what I meant." He grinded his hips downward onto Malik's erection, causing them both to grown.

"I'm going to give you the ride of your life," Ryou grinned, and Malik smirked back.

"Happy Birthday to me~"

Gah! This fic is horrendous! I can't find the flow to it! D: Oh... well... I hope you liked it anyway, Shvon! Happy Birthday~ ^^