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Chapter 11- Advice

"I love this song! Let's go dance, Yami!"

Before said boy had a chance to react Yugi grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the alcove and down the stairs, leaving Malik and Bakura alone. The four of them had passed a pleasant hour or so talking about a lot of things, generally getting each other to admit embarrassing things they wouldn't normally say, before Yugi had started to get slightly restless. The small boy wanted to try everything a club had to offer and he was so buzzed from the energy drink in his cocktail that he had to dance.

As the curtain swung shut behind them Bakura turned to Malik.

"Malik, there's something I've been wanting to ask you," he began somewhat awkwardly.

He was cut off by the Egyptian cuddling up to him and resting his head on his shoulder, large purple eyes gazing up at him happily. He looked so content with his situation that Bakura decided to rephrase his question.

"Will you be my boyfriend, Malik?"

Malik's eyes widened. "I thought we already were boyfriends, Fluffy!" he exclaimed.

"I was just making sure," Bakura chuckled quietly. "After all, you didn't explicitly say it. And don't call me Fluffy," he said as an afterthought.

"Shush, Fluffy."

"Make me."

Bakura's eyes widened in surprise as he felt Malik's lips crash against his. He let out a small moan and opened his mouth to allow Malik access.

Malik ran his tongue around the inside of him mouth before breaking briefly to say," Mmm, you taste like Cherry Pop, 'Kura. I think I like it."

The Egyptian then swung one of his legs over Bakura so he was straddling him and put his arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he resumed kissing him. Malik broke the kiss to move to suck on Bakura's neck, causing the pale teen to lean his head back to allow the Egyptian to kiss all around his neck and collar bone, slowly undoing the top buttons on his shirt as he did so.

"Shit," Bakura breathed as he felt one of Malik's hands move up his shirt as the other continued to undo the buttons one by one. The feel of his partner's fingers ghosting over his stomach and chest was sending his thoughts to all kinds of places and causing his blood to rush south embarrassingly fast. The blonde finally released the last button from the shirt and pulled it open, revealing Bakura's toned chest and stomach. Malik took a moment to sit back and admire the view before leaning down to reclaim Bakura's lips with his own. Then, eager to experiment, Malik ground his hips downwards, eliciting a loud moan from his partner, who bucked his own hips up desperately.

"Bloody hell," the whitette said, panting slightly. "Malik we can't do this here. If you carry on like that I am going to literally rip your clothes off and take you right now."

Malik responded by slowly grinding his hips down again and made sure Bakura could feel the friction it caused. The result was his partner clenching his hands into fists and holding back a loud moan.

"You… Are something else," he said breathlessly, looking up at Malik through lust-filled eyes. "But really, I don't think the establishment would appreciate me making a mess of their sofa. So let's wait till we're really alone and aren't likely to be interrupted, shall we?"

Malik pouted slightly, but nodded silently before leaning in and saying, "What makes you think you'll be the one taking me, hm?" Bakura's somewhat collected thoughts were sent straight back off to all the places they were before and he let out a small incomprehensible noise in reply. Malik got off of Bakura and reluctantly allowed him to button his shirt up again before resuming his original position by his side. They stayed like that in comfortable silence for a while, allowing the music to drift up to them from the ground floor and enjoying their close proximity to each other.

"Do you want another drink?" Bakura asked a while later.

"Mhm," Malik nodded. "That means you have to get up though!" he said in dismay.

"Well yeah, even I can't summon drinks," the pale teen chuckled. "Though it would be very handy if I could. What do you want?"

"Whatever, I don't really mind," Malik said as he reluctantly moved so Bakura could get up.

"I don't think they sell that here," he said as he stood up. "I'll see what they have." With that he pushed the curtain aside and left to enter the main club once more.

Malik was quite content to sit in the little alcove on his own and think now he was a little more sober. He was starting to realise how stupid he had been to pretend he didn't like Bakura. He had spent so long in denial but looking back he realised it had probably been pretty obvious to most that he was gay. The only person he had really been kidding was himself. He still wasn't sure what had caused him to act the way he had at Joey's earlier, storming off like that.

He had just wanted to get away from all the laughter and teasing, and instead realised that they weren't teasing him, they just knew him better than he knew himself. He supposed it had been pretty funny to the others, seeing him denying the truth. Marik and Ryou had been trying to get him to realise the glaringly obvious and all he had done was throw it back in their faces. He sighed. He would have to apologise to them when he saw them again.

He was brought out of his thoughts by the return of Yami and Yugi, who were laughing as they pushed the curtain aside.

"-and then he just fell!" Yugi was laughing as they sat back down. "Hey Malik, where's Bakura?"

"He went to go and get another drink," Malik replied, motioning to the empty glasses on the table.

"That sounds like a good idea actually," said Yami, who seemed slightly red in the face from the dancing.

"I'll go and get them!" Yugi chirped brightly. "What do you want, Yami?"

"Whatever looks good," the taller teen replied. "Do you want paying now or later?" he asked somewhat cautiously.

Yugi thought about this for the moment as Malik looked between the two. He felt as though he was missing something there. "Later," Yugi finally said as he stood up and headed out again.

Yami smirked slightly and Malik couldn't resist asking. "Ok, what's with you two? You've been acting strange around him all night, Yami."

Yami sighed. "It's a little complicated if I'm being honest."

"Really?" the blonde asked. "It seems rather obvious to me actually. You really like Yugi but aren't sure whether he likes you back, so you're trying to find out without giving away the game to him but you've been finding it rather difficult. But judging by your smirk just now, he's said or done something that's made you think he does like you, so now you don't know whether to act on it or not because it could just be because he's drunk. Please, tell me if I'm getting any of this wrong."

Yami just sat there speechlessly. And here he thought he was being subtle! He hoped the others weren't as aware of his situation as Malik was.

"Judging by the look on your face, I'm pretty sure I'm right," Malik continued. "So I'm going to give you some advice."

Yami subconsciously leaned in closer.

"Don't hold back. Tell him. Tell him before it's too late," the bronze boy said earnestly. "Because if you don't someone else is going to get him and you'll lose him."

"Really?" Yami asked desperately. "You think I should tell him? I don't want to risk losing his friendship- what if he rejects me and it becomes awkward?"

"It won't," Malik said. "He gave you 'the look' you know."

"What's 'the look'?"

"It's the look Bakura does when he sees me, and the look Joey does whenever he thinks nobody sees him staring at Kaiba, and tonight it's the look Yugi did when he looked at you. It's something I can't really explain to you, as you have to be observant enough to spot it and it's hard to describe. Trust me, he likes you, but he'll never say anything because he's too shy."

"But we've known each other for years and he's not once shown any inclination…" Yami trailed off as he Malik glared at him.

"For a long time I convinced myself I didn't like Bakura in that way, and now I'm regretting it because he and I could have got together a long time ago. But we didn't because I was too much of an idiot to admit that I liked him and he was too afraid to tell me his feelings because he often pretends he doesn't have any. But look at us now. I have a really good feeling about us, Yami, and I get the same vibe with you and Yugi, so get out there and go get him before someone else does. I heard that clubs are places that people go to pick up other people so you'd better hope no-one's tried it with Yugi yet."

All of a sudden Yami was terrified that Yugi had been chatted up by someone else and the thought made his heart clench. Without another word he got up and quickly exited the booth the find his smaller friend, leaving Malik alone again.

Yami made his way down to the second floor but couldn't see Yugi anywhere. His feeling of panic was increasing- he knew it was irrational but he couldn't help himself- he needed to find Yugi before he was taken from him by some random stranger. Desperately, he looked over the railings to the ground floor, scanning the dancing crowd for the familiar tri-coloured hair.

The moment he found it he wished he hadn't because what he saw made him feel sick. His small friend had his back to him and was in a corner making out with someone whose face he couldn't see, and was making no attempt to move away. Yami didn't think, he simply ran down the stairs and out of the door, heading towards Joey's without looking back.