First order of business, thanking you uberly wonderful reviewers! I luv you guys! Ramen II, Fox Loves Shinigami, DarkandDaisuke, Toxic Hathor, Squrlie Jack, tati 1, and Atemu Yugi Lover 34
-.- It never fails. Add the involvement of Bakura or Merik, and the rating must go up. I must also add additional warnings. While writing this, my muse deviated from the outline (yesh, I even had this one pre-planned. Go me! Woot! .) and added a few naughty niblets that I'm sure you guys will enjoy.
ADDITIONAL WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: contains reference to sexual activities, aka humorous sexual innuendos, and consumption of alcohol. There's no lemons, limes, lemon flavored popsicles or lemon pie, so get your minds out of the gutters you hentais.
Yugi: &smiles innocently and sips some lemonade& It wasn't me. .
Yami: -.- no comment.
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Chapter 2: Devious Plans
Yami sat at the desk in his and Yugi's room, scribbling a note to Bakura about him and Yugi both getting tattoos. Bakura didn't own the tattoo place; his aunt did, along with a motorcycle shop. Yami had met her before, and Bakura had talked her into giving them a discount. The only problem was, Yami had gotten his belly button pierced a month ago, and he wanted his stomach to heal before he inked his back. Plus, any more body modification any time soon, and he was sure Grandpa would make good on his threat to send Yami to a convent school.
Yami curled his upper lip, the metal ball on his tongue hitting into the metal on his braces. Grandpa drove Yami up the proverbial wall and onto the ceiling with his way of treating them as if they were still little kids, not teenagers. That was why Yami also tended to rebel a lot, and why Yugi was very naïve and innocent. Ryou, too, was innocent, but the hikari's room wasn't strewn with children's toys, as Yugi's side was. Then again, Ryou also suffered from depression, but living with Bakura would screw up anyone's head.
At least Ryou was allowed to come over. Due to Bakura, they weren't allowed over Ryou's. They weren't allowed over Malik's either. Then again, they weren't close friends with Malik, but Ryou was. Ryou flitted back and forth between the groups, though Yami suspected the silver haired hikari had a crush on the platinum Egyptian.
Since Grandpa's ban on Bakura, Ryou had been serving as messenger between the two yami's, delivering their notes to each other. They didn't write each other very often; the last time had been when Yami had snuck out to go to a party with Bakura, Merik, and Malik, and where he'd also gotten his belly button pierced.
"Yamiii, I don't want to wait a whole month to get my tattoo. Pleeeeaaseeee ask Bakura if he could do mine earlier." Yugi was sitting on the bottom bunk, hugging a kitten plushy and watching the older boy with wide purple eyes.
Yami sighed and tapped the tip of his black, sparkly gel pen in agitation. "Yugi, we have to wait and let Grandpa cool down-"
"I'm not the one who got my belly pierced! Besides, the sooner we get them, the sooner they heal and Grandpa-"Yugi gasped, his eyes widening.
Yami laid his pen down, swiveling the chair sideways. "Yugi?"
A look of despair washed over his sweet cherubic features. "We're never gonna be able to get them! How are we gonna get to the mall without Grandpa?"
Yami laughed. "Simple. Take the bus."
"Grandpa always goes with us when we do that." Yugi's lower lip quivered and brought his knees up to his thin chest.
"We'll sneak out."
"During the day, when Grandpa's up? You have a hard enough time getting out when he's asleep and it's dark."
Yami's face mirrored his hikari's pout. He sucked his lower lip, frowning. Yugi had his thumb in his mouth, chewing on his nail, and both were looking down at the powder blue carpet. They both jumped when the phone ran. Since Yami was the one sitting at the desk, he grabbed it. "Hi."
"Hey, Yami, what's up?" Yami's face fell, then he plastered on a fake grin that made him look like he was sick. Anzu wasn't really a friend of theirs. She was in the same grade as Yami, eleventh, and the other kids picked on her a lot and she didn't have any friends. Yami felt sorry for her, so he talked to her and let her sit with him and his friends at lunch. Once or twice he'd even talked Jou and Honda into letting her hang out with the gang.
"It's been ages since we've talked!"
"Oh, sorry, I've been busy with-with school and…and things." Yami still had the goofy, brace bearing grin plastered on his face. Yugi muffled his giggles with his pillow. Yami shot him a dirty look and hit the speaker phone button. Yugi frowned.
"Yeah, me, too. Anyway, I was just wondering…..maybe if you aren't doing anything next Saturday evening, I have a ballet recital and I thought maybe you could come." Anzu's voice went from hesitant to rushed and excited.
"I-me and Yugi would love too, but, unfortunately, we don't have a ride-"
"Oh, that's no problem at all! I got my license this Tuesday and Daddy's letting me use his car."
"Oh, great, um-"Yami faltered, politely trying to get out of watching girls in frilly pink tutus hop around a stage. He didn't want to go, but he didn't want to hurt her feelings, either.
Yugi's eyes widened and he smiled in delight as he listened. He hopped off his bed, dashed over and snatched the phone from his yami. "That sounds great. Wanna go to the mall with us before, for Yami's guitar lesson? Alrighty, see you then."
Yugi hung up the phone, squealed and danced around the room, hugging his plush kitten while Yami stared at him in shock. "Y-yugi, you can't be serious. You didn't even tell her what you plan to do! That's devious, underhanded and wrong!"
Yugi giggled. "I know. Aren't you proud?"
Yami stared at him for a moment longer. He had no problem with being devious or underhanded, but he never thought his sweet, innocent, naïve little angel would come up with something like that. He shook his head then burst out laughing. "I still can't believe you're getting a tattoo before me."
Yugi flopped down on his bed, hugging his kitty. "This is going to be so awesome! I've been saving my allowance, birthday, and Christmas money for this!"
Yami finished writing Bakura's name on the folded up note. He stood up and stretched, turned the lamp off and night light on, then climbed up onto his top bunk. "And here all I gotta do is give Bakura a hand job."
Yugi shot up, the tips of his spiky hair brushing the bottom of the top bunk. "What!!"
Yami smirked. "Good night, aibou."
"Oh, no you don't!" Yugi scrambled out of his bed, climbing up the ladder and into Yami's. He'd done this before, when he'd have nightmares, or when there was a thunderstorm, and he could see from the dim light of the night light.
Yugi lay down next to his yami and whispered in his ear. "Tell me. Come on, please."
Yami feigned sleep, so Yugi pushed and tickled him, causing the longer body to squirm. "Alright, alright, you win. You already know most of the details of that party last month. Anyway, Merik gave me this really good drink- a mudslide, he called it. I had a couple of them. Bakura told me I'd look pretty with a star in my tummy, and, well, one thing lead to another and… lets just say I didn't pay him in cash."
Yugi gasped. "Yami, you didn't!"
Yugi's breath was warm on Yami's skin. "No! No! I kept my pants on. I just had my hand down his." Yami felt his face grow warm in the darkness. Yugi's went red, too.
"Yamii!!"
"Shh! It's nothing serious."
"I'm afraid to ask what your payment for your tongue was."
"I just let Merik kiss me."
"What?!"
Yami giggled and wrapped his arms around his shocked hikari. Yugi nestled against him, head tucked under his chin while Yami tucked the covers around them.
Tbc…
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Yugi: Review if you think my yami's a slut! .
Yami: I'm not a slut.
No, you're a whore. Prostitute. Floozy. Skank. Tramp. Jezebel.
Yami: like you have any room to talk.
Yugi: I'm the only innocent one here. angelic smile
Oni and Yami: …….. no comment
Yugi: -.-