Chapter 2: Liars and Eggplant

The Italics are Bakura's thoughts btw.

Ryou was sitting at the desk in his bedroom when he heard Bakura's bedroom door slam shut. He fought back the urge to smile, but he lost that battle to his facial muscles.

A few hours had passed and night time had finally set it. The sky had grown completely dark and the city came to life with flashing lights and colorful people. Bakura finally emerged from his room. He figured he had better respond to Marik about dinner. At first he thought he'd tell Marik no. Psh. As if Marik would care. Marik could easily find someone else to have dinner with him. He figured he would meet Marik for dinner. There was no point in being bitter about Marik screwing his brother right?

Bakura grabbed his cellular phone and texted back: Stir fry sounds good. I'll be over at 10

He walked into the bathroom to examine his appearance. He looked pretty good he thought. His skin was smooth, his teeth were white, shit, who was he kidding; he looked damn good.

Bakura washed his face before, heading out to get Marik. The streets were flooded with people; So many people. That was the one thing that kept Bakura indoors. He hated going places where there were tons of idiot people, idiot people flapping their gums at each other, talking about bullshit. He hated them. He was happy with his 3 pronged social circle.

Marik lived with his sister and Rishid in a swanky brown stone on the edge of town. It wasn't too far from the apartment Bakura shared with Ryou. It seemed like Bakura was always going to Mariks' place. Ryou didn't seem to want him around. Bakura didn't get it; he didn't understand why Ryou seemed to dislike Marik so much. Marik liked Ryou just fine. To cut fifteen minutes out of his walk, he decided to hop on the train. Marik's place was only two stops away.

He purchased his ticket and stood on edge of the platform; his toes hanging just off the edge. He wondered what would happen if someone walked past him, brushing against him slightly. Would he fall face first into the tracks? From the corner of his eye he saw small light. The train was coming. He stepped back and the train sped past, a cool gust of air coming with it. The train came to a halt and Bakura entered the car.

Immediately his thoughts went to Marik and crusty Rishid. Ryou had said he'd seen Marik and Rishid all cuddled up on the train.

Bakura shivered.

Ryou had said that they were completely into each other, touching each other, Rishid running his hands along Marik's thigh, sucking the life out of his neck.

It all seemed strange to Bakura. Marik has always shied away from anything sexual in nature. It's strange that he would be caught making out in pubic, he meant to think public. Actually, Marik's modesty was one of the things Bakura liked about him. Here he was, this incredibly sexy guy, everything Marik's did exuded sex, and yet he had no idea. Bakura bet that if Marik knew how attractive he really was, he'd never leave his house again. He had such a hard time excepting normal compliments.

Bakura arrived outside of the Ishtars' home. He hesitated before knocking. That awkward silence, standing alone outside of someone's home.

The door opened and chills went down Bakura's spine. He had expected to see Marik, but instead was greeted by Rishid. Rishid's strong sent of cloves and cantaloupe hit Bakura's nose. 'Yuck'

"Good evening Bakura." Rishid greeted. His deep voice reverberating through Bakura's ears. He stepped aside, allowing the pale man to enter the house.

Bakura stood in the foyer as Rishid closed the door. "Marik is in the living room"

'Duh' Bakura could see Marik sitting on the leather sofa.

"Bakura! Hey, you're early. You must be hungry" Marik said, smiling across the room at Bakura.

"I could go for a bite." Bakura walked towards Marik, and then there was a knock at the door. Both Marik and Bakura turned toward the door as Rishid answered it. A gorgeous woman with smooth taupe skin and long shiny dark brown hair stood in the door way. She smiled at Rishid and the two of them left into the night.

Marik had already turned away forgetting both Rishid and the woman.

'Stranger and stranger' Bakura thought...

"So you ready to go?"

"Yup" Malik stood up from the sofa. Bakura always knew Marik was attractive but today it was amplified. Marik's body looked so good in his dark blue jeans and black boots. Did anything come between him and his Calvins? He must've just washed his hair because it looked so soft and it smelled delicious. Bakura wanted to bury his nose in Marik's head. God, Bakura hated himself right now. It's funny because Bakura never really thought of Marik in a "Ermahgerd, he's so hot" kind of way. He always thought Marik was attractive but now he couldn't shake it from his mind.

The two left the house in search of a delicious stir fried dinner.

"I'll have the Tuscan Chicken stir fry. No Chicken though. May I have Eggplant instead?"

"Ok. One Tuscan stir fry with eggplant. Ok." The hosts' eyebrows furrowed as he punched Marik's order into the tiny screen.

Marik joined Bakura at the taable in the back of the restaurant. He put is order number card next to Bakura's. 34 & 7.

It was beginning to irk Bakura that Marik hadn't made one mention of Rishid. Argh! Why wouldn't Marik tell him.

"Uh, everything alright?" Marik snickered at the facial expressions Bakura hadn't even realized he was making. He ignored him.

"So, anything new in your life?"

"Um, nothing new since Wednesday, when I last saw you."

"Hmm."

'Gah! Now Marik's a lying to me , how could he sit there and say that. Ugh. Nothing new? How about you're new beau. I would feel so much better if he just admitted it. I hate liars'

Bakura wanted to strike Marik across his face. And he would have, hadn't their meals arrived, steaming hot and fresh.

Bakura began to salivate.

They both dug in.

Bakura paused to watch Marik. He was turned on by the eggplant slipping past Marik's lips and sliding down his throat as his lips twisted and kneaded in the most sensual of ways.

'Dammit'

Ryou was home spending his night alone as usual. He laid on his stomach, across his bed, with a book in front of him. His television was just a soft droning in the back ground. The book he was looking at was a photo album. He smiled as he closed it and slipped it between his mattress. The funny thing about Ryou's smile was, he was also crying.

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