It had to be late. Ryou had refused to look at a clock anymore because each time he did, all it managed to do was worry the teen more. So he forced his milk chocolate eyes back on the coffee table and bit his lip nervously. He never had liked it when Bakura drank. When they had shared a boy, thankfully Bakura respected him enough and rarely ever let the toxin into the body. When the occasion would come, he would at least stay in control until the vile drink had worn away.

Now Bakura had his own body and he was out right now with Marik drinking. As was the usual thing the Yami's did when it was Friday night. Ryou fidgeted and tried to focus on the book he was reading until a knock on his door brought him back to reality. With a relieved expression Ryou jumped up and quickly flung the door open-

Only to slam it open into the face of Malik who in turn, fell back holding his nose and cursing. Ryou hated to admit he was disappointed at whom it was, but he quickly kneeled down beside his friend, worried he'd broken the Egyptian's nose. "M-Malik are you okay? I'm sorry!"

Malik shook off the albino's hands and stood, looking at the back of his hand to make sure he wasn't bleeding. "I'm fine but jeez Ryou! If you wanted to hit me least you could have done was face me!" He walked inside and plopped himself down in an armchair. Ryou glanced outside hoping to catch a glimpse of long flowing silver hair but saw nothing. With a sigh he shut and relocked the front door and walked over to his house guest.

"What are you doing over here anyway Malik? It's late isn't it?"

"First you try to break my nose then you want me out? And to think I called you my friend!" Malik fake cried into his hands until he heard Ryou's whimper that meant he actually worried the boy.

"I-I'm sorry Malik! I didn't mean it like that!" Ryou looked up at his friend from his spot on the floor, trying to glimpse the violet eyes. Suddenly he was pulled into a hug and found himself sitting on Malik's lap as the Egyptian held onto him tight and nuzzled his nose into Ryou's white fluffy hair.

"Silly gullible Ryou~!" He laughed as Ryou's face tinted a light shade of red. "I'm only kidding. I know you didn't mean it. I just wanted to stop by. It's boring at my house. Isis is asleep and Marik's still out with Bakura." The last part made Ryou's face drop and Malik frowned. It didn't take a rocket scientist to see Ryou had feelings for his darker half. Sadly, Bakura was the farthest thing from a rocket scientist.

"Ryou I'm starving!" He whined, snuggling closer to the smaller boy in an attempt to take his mind of things. Clearly Ryou was worried about Bakura being out late. Ryou blushed a little and Malik grinned. He may not have feelings for the younger boy as strong as he did for his own Yami, but Malik would be lying if he said he didn't find Ryou attractive. "Find me something to eat?"

Ryou nodded and climbed out of Malik's embrace. He always clung to Ryou like he was a stuffed animal or something. "I have some left over pizza I could heat up." Malik agreed and followed Ryou into the kitchen. As the pale boy took the box out of the fridge, Malik jumped up onto the counter and lightly kicked his legs. He always seemed to be in a good mood, but with Malik, that could easily change and he could revert back to the darker side that matched his own Yami's evil. But then Malik would return back to the bubbly cheerful way he always was and act as if nothing had happened. It's what made Malik Malik.

The timer on the microwave dinged and Ryou took out the 2 slices of cheese pizza and handed one of them to Malik. "Oh hey Ryou." Ryou looked up from the slice and chewed as he met Malik's violet gaze. "I was wondering why you haven't told Bakura you love him yet." Malik said it so matter-of-factly that Ryou choked on the cheese and hit his chest a few times.

"I-I don't love him…" He never was much of a liar. And if that hadn't given him away, the dark crimson that now dusted his cheeks surely would.

"Mmhm. And I'm completely straight." The Egyptian took another bite of the pizza, grinning o himself at Ryou's blushing face. "So how about the truth this time my albino pal. You can't hide it from him forever you know." Malik watched as Ryou starred down at his feet, cheeks still blushing. Ryou was almost a lost cause sometimes. The boy had next to no confidence. Sometimes Malik wondered if that's why the two got along so well. After all, Malik radiated enough confidence for five people. "I'm just surprised it hasn't leaked through the mind-link yet."

He took another bite of pizza as Ryou slowly shook his head. "N-No… I learned how to keep things locked away from him a long time ago. As he does to me… with everything." The last part was muttered with what Malik detected was a bit of bitter longing. He quickly jerked his head up, milk chocolate eyes wide. "Be-Besides! I w-wouldn't need to keep that a secret! I don't like him like that!"

Malik rolled his eyes, playing as if he hadn't heard the last part of Ryou's speech. "Yeah well things slip you know." He now nibbled on the crust, having eaten the slice already. When the crust was gone, Malik jumped off the counter and walked over to his blushing best friend. "Okay let's play a game." The Egyptian clapped his hands together grinning and Ryou looked up with question in his eyes. It never ended well when Malik wanted to 'play'.

"What kind of game…?"

"A scenario game! I give you a scenario, and you have to tell me what you would do!" He chirped happily as if he'd just found a lost treasure.

"I-I don't know… It's kind of late. Shouldn't you be-"

"Nope. Now stop trying to get out of it." He grabbed Ryou's wrists and pulled the boy into the living room where he then pushed him onto the couch. Malik plopped down across from him, violet eyes lost in thought. "Rules are simple. You can't lie. Every answer has to be an honest one. Got it?" When Ryou nodded his head, Malik went on. "Okay then. First scenario is this: You're in your house and the power suddenly goes off. Alone in your room you suddenly hear a loud crash from down stairs!" Malik mocked a horror expression, one that Ryou couldn't help but giggle at. "What do you do?"

"Well… I guess-"

"No guessing! That's not in the game!"

"Alright alright." Ryou looked down, brown eyes trying to place himself in the scenario Malik created. "I'd… find Bakura." He looked up at Malik and smiled a little. "Either he's the reason behind the noise, or he would take care of whatever caused it."

Malik grinned but quickly tapped his index finger to his chin as if to say he was deep in though. "Okay here's a new one! You're walking along the street and someone gives you three tickets to a concert. Who all do you choose to come with you?"

"Why did someone just randomly give me tickets on the street?"

"Who cares? They just do."

"But what did I do to-"

"I don't know! They just found out their grandmother is dying and can't make it or something! Just answer!"

Ryou blinked a little. "Well you I suppose."

"And the last ticket?"

"I… I'd see if Bakura was interested in going." Ryou's face flushed a little when he realized what he said and Malik's grin grew. His mind quickly drew up another scenario so he pretended not to notice.

"So let's say it's a Zombie Apocalypse and you're-"

"Malik that would never happen."

"Ryou don't interrupt! It's rude." Malik cleared his throat and went on. "It's a Zombie Apocalypse and you have to find a way to survive! What do you do then?"

Ryou sighed a little but said the first thing that came to his mind as not to anger his friend. "I'd find Bakura." The laugh he got from Malik made Ryou's face light up and he quickly tried to fix what he had said "I-I mean because he'd g-good at killing! H-He'd know how to defend me-er I mean himself!"

"Suuuure." Malik half sung through his rich laugh.

"I did! You didn't let me finish!" Ryou was frowning, trying desperately trying to convince Malik that was why he'd picked Bakura.

"Whatever you say~!" The Egyptian grinned and mussed the white hair of Ryou before thinking of another scenario. "Anyway~! You're sitting at home alone when-"

"Malik shouldn't it be my turn to ask YOU a scenario?"

"No. As I was saying. You're sitting at home alone minding your own business…" He paused, a grin spreading across his lips. He was going to make Ryou admit to his feeling no matter what it took. "And Bakura walks inside." He saw Ryou's cheeks turn bright red and he opened his mouth to protest, but Malik beat him to it. "And kisses you!"

Ryou's milk chocolate eyes went wide and his entire face lit up. "M-Malik I don't want to play anymore."

"No way! You have to answer!"

"N-No I don't!"

Ryou made a move to stand up so Malik quickly pulled the boy into his lap, a sadistic grin spreading across his lips. Tan arms held Ryou in place and the Egyptian spoke quickly into the younger boy's ears. "It's a hot kiss too Ryou. He pushes you against the wall and slides his tongue over your lips, asking for access into your mouth. Do you give it to him?"

"M-M-Malik!" Ryou's face was flushed and he tried with all his might to squirm out of Malik's grip whish was proved to be useless.

"Do you give in when his fingers roam across your chest and he bites at your lip?" The Egyptian smirked more as the younger boy in his lap tried to get the mental image out of his head and pretend his pants didn't feel 2 sizes too tight. "Or how about when he pushes you back on the couch and hovers over you, those dark brown eyes staring at you… The heat of his breath blowing into your own mouth…"

"M-Malik stop it!"

"Admit you love him!"

"I-I-I don't! Let me go!"

"Do you admit it when his strong hands pin your own over your head and his hot mouth trails down your body?" Malik smirked, speaking low and in Ryou's ear so his own breath blew the white stands around lightly.

"St-Stop it Malik please!" Ryou bit his lip, brown eyes closed tightly. He tried with all his might not to let Malik's words get to him but the imagery was too much. It didn't help that Malik seemed to know exactly what Ryou liked either. The bulge forming in his jeans was also getting harder to ignore and he tried again in vain to get out of Malik's arms.

"He then removes his own shirt so his toned chest is pressed against yours, those canine-like teeth biting at your skin…" Malik smirked as he pushed the boy. He'd say it out loud sooner or later. "Do you admit it then?"

"Al-Alright I admit it!" Ryou was on the verge of tears now, out of embarrassment and just how uncomfortable his lower half was in the constricting denim. "I love Bakura!"

"Do you now Hikari?"

Both Ryou and Malik turned their head toward the front door where Bakura stood, arms crossed over his chest and leaning against the doorframe. Ryou's face turned such a shade of red Malik would have assumed he had a life-threatening fever. Malik let his arms fall and freed the blushing boy, standing to his feet. "Well I'll leave you alone then. Later Ryou!" With that he grabbed his jacket and ran out past Bakura, leaving the two alone in the most awkward situation Ryou could imagine possible.