It was now nine o'clock and the boxes and furniture were finally away in their proper places. Bakura and Mariku were in the living room, surrounded by beer cans, cheering on America in the Olympic Games where as Ryou and Malik were in the kitchen. Ryou stood at the stove, pouring his freshly boiled water into two cups. The cups already had a nice blend of sugar, milk, and cocoa in them. And after he stirred it up, he had two fresh cups of hot cocoa. He brought the mugs to the table and set one in front of Malik, taking the other to the head of the table- the seat adjacent.

"Nice to finally be done, eh?" Ryou soothed, picking up his cup between both hands. He blew on it gently before bringing the rim to his lips. He closed his eyes as he drank, taking in his flavours. He pulled the cup down and eyed Malik. Malik's eyes were right on him, smiling a bit mischievously. "What are you looking at?" Ryou snapped gently, putting his cup down and stretching behind him.

"You," Malik answered without skipping a beat. Ryou's face heated instantly and he turned to his cup, watching the swirls of white and brown. Malik shook his head with a grin before getting up from his seat. Ryou nervously lifted his head as the darker hikari rummaged through the cupboards. "Sorry, Ryou, but if you don't want people staring, stop being good looking."

Ryou let out a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. "I can't help something like that." He rested on his elbows, his fingers intertwining for him to rest his chin on. His face heated as the cocoa's steam ran along his skin. His eyes landed on the garbage can as Malik landed back in seat, dropping a handful of marshmallows into his cup. "It's pretty sad that out all those boxes, three of them were just junk we threw out," Ryou muttered, half speaking to him-self.

Malik rested his head on his fist and ran his finger along the rim of his mug, still reluctant to drinking any. He kept his eyes on Ryou and smiled gently. Why was he worrying about such silly things? Ryou was unnecessarily adorable, and Malik wouldn't have liked it any other way. He finally lifted his cup to his lips and took in large gulp before putting it back down.

"Malik, can I ask you something?" Ryou started nervously, his eyes returning to his cup. They fell a bit thin with worry. Malik leaned forward, letting his hips stick out once again. He gave Ryou an odd look before resting his chin on his hands.

"Of course, Ryou, what is it?" Ryou bit his lip and let his gaze fall further downwards, watching his hands fiddle together.

"How do you deal with Mariku...?" he finally choked, forcing his gaze to meet Malik's. Malik gave him an odd look, his eye brows curling above his brow. "I mean, he just seems so much darker than Yami is."

Malik nodded and leaned back again, drinking more of the cocoa. "He is darker. Yami likes to take charge. So to handle him, you have to make sure he doesn't have the chance to." Ryou forced a chuckle and picked his cup up again.

"I don't think I could do that. Taking charge isn't exactly my forte..."

Marik grinned and reached over to Ryou, wrapping a fist around his collar and tugging him close. At first Ryou had no idea what was going on. Until that is, Malik closed the distance and attached their lips, his eyes only open a crack to admire the fear and surprise that had captivated Ryou's. Eventually even the pale hikari fell into it, his eyes falling thin with desperation. It wasn't until Malik's tongue ran over his lip that he pushed away.

"M-Malik," he refuted, his face glowing. "I can't be doing this... Yami will..."

"What?" Malik interrupted, grinning and pushing up from his seat. He leaned forward and over Ryou, slipping a thumb under his quivering lip. His free hand landed on Ryou's thigh, his fingers creeping closer. "What will he do? He doesn't have to know."

Ryou's gaze ran over Malik's, his face warmer. Why did he suddenly want this? Malik's fingers crawled closer and closer before his thumb ran completely down the length restrained under Ryou's jeans. He jumped a bit and let out a whimper, his face beginning to glow again. He took in a gulp. Malik was still just leaning over him with a happy grin.

"C-Can you... Make it quick?" Ryou asked gently, making sure to keep his voice down. Malik smirked and licked the corner of his lip. He leaned forward again, immediately slipping his tongue through Ryou's lips. Ryou nervously allowed Malik access, slipping his tongue forward to be manipulated by him. His arms flew upwards to wrap around Malik's neck, desperate to draw him closer. While Ryou was distracted, Malik worked on getting Ryou's jeans undone, slipping a hand under both of his waistbands.

"Up you get," he whispered, only breaking off for a second. He tugged Ryou up by his forearm and kicked the chair across the room. He used one arm to pull down Ryou's pants and boxers as he used to the other to push the pale hikari against the wall. Once the articles were down a significant amount, he used his foot to stomp them completely to the floor before stepping through.

Ryou barely had any idea what was going on. He felt Malik's hands wrap around his thighs, but before he could even make a sound, his legs were wrapped around his hips, his ankles still restrained by his shoes and jeans. "M-Malik!" he cried, making sure to keep hushed. Malik didn't respond, however. He simply attached his lips to Ryou's neck, pushing his hips forward to keep the boy up while he worked on undoing his own jeans. Ryou tried to protest again, but three fingers were quickly shoved in his mouth.

"The more you lick, the less painful it is," Malik warned, using his free hand to tug down his waist band. Ryou was hesitant, but he complied anyway. His eyes fell thin as his tongue ran over and under Malik's fingers. He couldn't believe he was about to do this, a hallway between him and his murderous boyfriend. His arms reached tightly around Malik's neck as the Egyptian tugged his fingers from Ryou's mouth. "Ready?"

Ryou choked out a nod, squeezing his eyes tight. Malik struggled to slip his fingers between Ryou's legs. Right as he was at his entrance, Ryou's body went tense.

"Hikari?" Bakura called from the couch. Ryou flew back, releasing his arms and letting them slam against the wall. Malik hadn't even stopped. Ryou let out a cry. It wasn't painful per se, but it was still an odd feeling that would never not be difficult to experience. He panted a bit as the muscle seethed.

"Answer him," Malik told him, grinning the whole time. Ryou was unsure, but he did as he was told.

"W-What is it Bakur—Aah!" Ryou flung his head back as the second digit slipped inside. He voice grew more hushed as he started to pant. His heart was racing. He was going to get caught here and never hear the end of it, and Malik was having the time of his life! "Malik!" he shouted quietly, giving the Egyptian and growl. Malik only grinned before slipping in his final digit.

"Can you grab us more drinks?"

Ryou's heart sunk. He had to do that. He couldn't exactly tell them to come to the kitchen and get them themselves. He was about to unhook his thighs when Malik attached their lips again. Ryou tried to protest, but he couldn't bring himself to. Malik pulled away and gave him a desperate look. Ryou couldn't say no to that. He shook his head and shot Malik a do it now look. Malik complied, letting Ryou's hips slide forward as he began to speak.

"I-In a few minutes...!" Ryou shouted, in half pain and half pleasure. He tried to stifle the cry he wanted to make, falling against the wall again. His head slammed backwards as Malik pushed his body upwards. Ryou's hands searched his wall in desperation for something to grab on to, but it was flat. He blindly threw his arms forward, wrapping them tight and pulling Malik close as he lurched forward, faster and faster, stronger and stronger.

"Hikari," Bakura growled. Ryou was sure he was about to get up now. He tried to pat Malik's back to get him to stop, but the Egyptian only went faster.

"Answer him, Ryou," he commanded quietly, his mouth directly next to Ryou's ear.

"I-I s-said in a few—Ah! M-minutes!"

Malik's grin grew and he attached their lips once more, his hands reached forward, wrapping around Ryou's hip bones as he grew closer and closer to his finish.

"Hikari, what are you doing?" Bakura pushed himself up from his couch, but Mariku threw himself forward.

"Goal!" he screamed, throwing his fists up. Bakura flung his head to the side and let out a loud groan.

"No, I missed it!" He flopped back down into place, leaning forward and watching the player's rejoicing. "Come on, replay. Replay!"

Ryou couldn't hold on much longer in his position. In his desperation, he pushed back a bit from Malik and tugged off his chains, fumbling with his zipper. He wasn't going to make it in time. Malik bit down on Ryou's neck once more, he being also seconds away. Just as Ryou couldn't handle holding back any further, Malik's vest fell to his forearms. Ryou took in a breath to begin crying, but he was muffled by Malik's mouth.

Ryou's cries ran through Malik's throat as he shot across his chest. When he had no more, he fell against the wall behind him, now unable to even lift his arms to help hold him up. "Ready?" Malik asked with a grin, his face warm and drenched in sweat. Ryou nodded weakly, trying to crack his eyes to meet Malik's gaze. Malik grinned as he took his last two lurches, happily expelling inside Ryou, biting through his tongue to stay quiet.

The moment he pulled out, Ryou slid to the floor. He was panting in desperation, his body weak. He tried to look up at Malik again. Malik wasn't paying him any mind, though. He pulled up his pants and ran his fingers across his chest, scooping up the liquid Ryou left there and running it along his tongue. This made Ryou feel a bit self conscious, so he reached down for his own jeans. Once they were up, he forced himself to his feet, wobbly and over-heated.

"Cutting back on the sweets?" Malik asked with a grin, moving to the sink. He wet himself a paper towel and wiped off his chest. Ryou however froze in place, his face even darker than before. He could tell from that? He pushed back his bangs and tried to shake the thought away. He stumbled over to the fridge and pulled the door open. He reached for a few beers from inside, but paused there to let the cold air cool down his cheeks.

Malik pulled his vest back up and zipped it up, doing up his chains' snaps before reaching back for the sink and scrubbing his hands. Ryou wanted to say something, but he couldn't bring himself to. It was if Malik turned into a whole new person during that. He cleared his throat and stood up straight, turning to Malik as he dried off his hands.

"Do you want one, too?" he asked, forcing himself to make eye contact. Malik turned to him with an uninterested stare before smiling happily.

"No thank you! I'll just share with my Yami-kun~!" Malik attached his hands to his cheeks and shimmied a bit, swooning. "He's such a sweet heart to me! Yami!" The Egyptian ran to the living room, his face warm. Ryou followed after with the beers in hand. His face was still a bit warm, and he was still having a bit of trouble walking, but he pushed himself to the couch and flopped down on the end next to Bakura, handing out the cans.

"Thanks, Hikari," Bakura said nervously, giving him a once over. "Are you getting a fever?" Ryou's face heated further, but before he could say a thing, Malik spoke up from Mariku's lap.

"He's probably just over-worked because of Yami-tachi being such meanies!" Ryou only got darker at this, sadly understanding the joke. He attempted to nod and gave Bakura an apologetic glance.

"I'm fine, don't worry," he choked, leaning back on the couch. He stretched a bit, his limbs enjoying the strain. Bakura shrugged and cracked his can. Malik nuzzled closer to Mariku's face. Mariku growled a bit, not interested in the sudden affection.

Ryou stared at his feet and tugged up his knees. Not even a day into living together and he's already made things more complicated than they needed to be.