Can I Have You On A Platter?
"What? You really got free ice-cream for a month?"
Joey stared in amazement at Yugi, who'd just announced where he was going after school. The shorter teen nodded, "Yeah, Mai told me. I just have to sit at the bar so that I don't disturb any of the others."
The four boys were walking outside the school, bags slung over their shoulder's. School had just finished, and in a few minutes the friends would split up to go to their own homes.
Ryou raised an elegant, white eyebrow, "That sounds nice. Maybe you'll meet you're future boyfriend there or something?" He smiled when Yugi blushed.
Ryou!"
"Yeah! Yeah! Yugi's boyfriend!" Malik jumped up and down in his seat, looking crazy eyed.
The three other friends glanced at each other. Finally, Ryou spoke up, "Where's Tea?"
"Oh, she's hanging out with the cool jocks." Joey snorted.
The boys laughed, Yugi saying, "She doesn't seem to spend as much as time with us as she used to."
"Not that we mind!" Malik roared.
Joey slapped Mailk's head, earning a pained whimper from him, "Doofus. Hey, Yug'. Do you think I'd be able to come with you? Ice-cream sounds really good."
Yugi nodded, "Sure. Anyone else?"
Ryou hesitated a little then nodded. Malik was bobbing his head so vigorously, that Yugi was afraid he'd break his neck.
"Cool, then let's head to the restraunt."
The four friends hurried across the road, then walked the rest of the way downtown. When they came to the Sennen Bistro, they all stepped inside and looked around. Most of the tables were full of people ordering lunch, but at the bar there were a few empty stools.
Joey, taking the lead, grabbed hold of his pals and dragged them to the bar. "Hurry up! I want my ice-cream."
The shaggy blonde pushed each of his friends onto a chair, then sat down on a chair next to an older brunette man. The brunette glanced up from his paperwork briefly, then returned to scribbling down numbers.
"You don't look old enough to be drinking, pup."
Joey turned to the older, scowling, "I'm not here to drink, moron. And don't call me pup!"
Instead of retorting, the man chuckled and straightened up his back. Looking squarely at Joey, he smirked, "Well, puppy, I can't help jumping to conclusions if you sit at a bar."
By now, Yugi, Malik and Ryou were staring at the two. Joey had turned towards the icy, blue-eyed man, scowling. "Don't call me that!"
"Puppy, you're awfully cute," The man smirked again when Joey blushed, "What's your name, pup?"
"Joey Wheeler. And stop calling me that!"
"Well, Joey, I'm Seto Kaiba."
Joey's eyes widened as he stared at the brunette, "You're 'the' Seto Kaiba? But, he owns the biggest game company in the world!"
Seto nodded, picking up his drink and sipping it, "Yes, but as my cousin has no interest in finances. I've had to take over his business's money department. Namely, the money of this restraunt."
Yugi leaned forward. "Your cousin owns this place?" He asked.
Seto glanced at him, saying, "You seem surprised."
"You just don't look a lot like him." Yugi rubbed his head sheepishly.
Joey frowned, leaning on his elbows. He jumped when he felt a hand ruffle his hair, "You look sad, puppy. What's wrong?"
"I want my ice-cream." Joey whined. He swatted Seto's hand out of his hair, growling, "Don't call me puppy!"
"Why not, puppy?" Laughing, Seto packed away his paperwork and clicked his fingers. Instantly, a waiter came up to him.
"Bring my cousin out. He's supposed to work here in the afternoons."
"Yes, Sir."
Seto glanced at Joey, who was still sulking, "Come now, pup. You're going to get your ice-cream." Snaking an arm around Joey's shoulders, he pulled the blonde closer.
Ryou and Yugi giggled when their friend's face went bright red. Malik was staring intently at his refelction in a spoon. "Who's that handsome guy in there?"
Yugi and Ryou laughed. Ryou covered his mouth with his hand, trying to smother his giggles. "I'm going to the bathroom, okay, Yugi?"
Yugi nodded, not really listening. Ryou left them at the bar and wandered through the restraunt. He found the sign to the mens' room and walked inside. After finishing his business, Malik ran the tap and washed his hands. Just as he was finishing, another toilet cubicle was opened.
Ryou stared, frozen in shock, as another white haired man came up to the sinks and cleaned his hands. The elder looked like a sharper version of himself. The older male gazed into the mirror and smirked when he saw Ryou staring at him open-mouthed.
"Like something you see, sweet cheeks?" He chuckled when the younger looked abruptly away, his eyes downcast.
"What's wrong? Am I not good enough anymore?" He gave a crooked smile, "The name's Bakura."
"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers." Ryou answered.
Bakura nodded, "Good advice. Sounds like you're mummy's little boy."
Ryou glared at him, annoyed, "I am not."
"Sure."
"I'm not!"
"Prove it." Bakura said simply.
The younger of the two blinked, obviously confused, "What?"
"Prove it."
Ryou mulled over it, not knowing what to do. Bakura dried his hands, "How old are you, sweet cheeks?"
"Seventeen. And my name's Ryou."
"Hmm, I'm not that much older than you. I'm only twenty-three." Bakura said, his eyes glinting towards Ryou.
Ryou tried to step past him, but Bakura flung out his hand, effectively trapping the younger against his arm. The teen looked at him, fear beginning to creep into his warm, chocolate eyes. Bakura moved his other arm and wrapped both around the smaller white haired male, pulling him against his chest.
Leaning down to whisper in his ear, Bakura let one of his hands trail down Ryou's back and towards his rear, "You're very cute, Sweet cheeks."
Ryou jerked in his arms, "Let go of me. Let go!" He started saying louder when Bakura's hand cupped his butt andhe began to stroke it. "Let me go!"
Bakura smirked, "I'm not going to hurt you. Just stop moving."
Ryou froze, but Bakura's hand continued it's rubbing. The younger hated to say it, but he was actually enjoying the feeling.
Bakura grinned, "Just so you know, when I called you 'sweet cheeks', I wasn't talking about you're face." When he finished saying that, Ryou felt him remove his hand, but then it came back as a slap on one of his butt cheeks.
Yelping, Ryou jumped forward, unintentionally pressing himself closer against Bakura's warm body. Bakura laughed, "Don't worry about it, Ryou. I'm not a pervert. I just really like your ass."
Bakura pulled a piece of paper out of his pants and passed it to Ryou, along with a pen, "Your number?"
Ryou swallowed, flustered. He took the paper and shakily scribbled his digits.
"Thanks. And, I'm serious, you've got a really sweet looking ass. . . But not as gorgeous as you're face."
With that, Bakura headed out the bathroom, turning back once to wink at Ryou.
"Oh. My. Gosh." Ryou breathed. Was it possible to molest someone when they actually enjoyed it?
Poor, sweet, defenceless, sweet-assed Ryou. . . Lol, no way. :) Pleas review!