Chapter 2 ~ Neon Glow
Yami walked towards the chair, and noticed the outfit laying neatly on it. Picking it up, Yami noticed that Bakura has taste. Blood red leather pants with silver snaps going down the sides. There was a plain black sleeveless tee, and a plain leather choker.
Yami shrugged off his shirt, and began to undress, when he noticed Bakura's stomach was well toned. Trying hard to resist the urge to touch the deeply carved muscles, Yami began unbuttoning the pants. That's when he finally remembered something EXTREMELY important. When Yami wore his leather pants, he never wore underwear underneath, and now, he had a strange feeling Bakura didn't either.
Groaning, Yami knew he was going to have to do it sooner or later. I mean, if he didn't hurry, he had a feeling Marik would come up and do it FOR him. Undoing the zipper of the pants, Yami closed his eyes, and pulled them off.
"HEY BAK! YOU DONE YET!?!" Marik's voice chimed through the house.
Yami's eyes snapped open, and he wished they hadn't. He saw Bakura length before his eyes. Gasping, Yami quickly stammered, "UH A-ALMOST!" he quickly shut his eyes again, but the picture of what he had just seen stayed perfectly still in his mind.
Finally, making sure his hair wasn't as bad as it really normally is, Yami hurried down the stairs, grabbed his jacket, and yanked Marik out the door.
"What made you speed up?" Marik asked as they both mounted onto Marik's motorcycle.
"The urge to leave that house." Yami shuddered, and placed his arms around Marik's waist. This was gonna be some night...
~~~
Bakura strolled back into the livingroom to find Yugi sitting on the couch. He groaned, and tried to remain calm. He sat close to Yugi, and wrapped his arms around him, "Hi." he said, trying to pretend it was Marik he was holding.
Yugi giggled, and kissed his forehead, "Hi. Ready?"
Bakura sighed, and nodded, "I guess so."
With that said, Yugi reached up, and kissed the taller boy with passion, and a bit of shyness. Bakura's eyes went wide, and for Yami's sake, kissed back. It wasn't until he felt Yugi trying to enter his mouth with his tougue did he pull away. Yugi's violet eyes snapped open, and he looked like he was about to cry, "I'm sorry Yami! I- I don't know what came over me! Um..."
Bakura sighed, "No um sorry Abiou." he shuddered. Maybe calling him Yugi would be more comfortable, "I was um just a bit surprised." he glanced around, noticing the time on the clock, he saw it was only 9:37. If he hurried, he could meet Marik and Yami down at the club.
Biting his lip, Bakura squeezed Yugi's arms lightly, "Um Yugi. I'm sorry, but I uh... have to get some air." he stood up, and started to walk out.
Yugi stood up too, "Okay. I'll come with you."
Stopping dead in his tracks, Bakura gasped, "NO!" He yelled a bit too sharp than he meant to. Seeing Yugi look surprised, he started over, "I mean uh no thanks Yugi. I just need to take a walk, okay?" he turned to go up the stairs.
Yugi tilted his head to the side, "Um Yami? Outside is that way." he pointed towards the door Bakura has his back turned to.
Bakura nodded, "I know. I just um want to grab a jacket."
"But it's spring time."
"I know." Bakura quickly answered, "I'm just a bit uh cold." and he ran up the stairs before he could hear another word. His mind thinking, 'Yugi, you can go kiss my ass. Yes you can. Kiss my. Ra-damned. ass.'
~~~
The club was basically an old run down warehouse filled with ladders and two long balconies with tables. A long bar was stretched out on the second of the three floors, and with the blue tinted light, it made all the neon lights dance on everyone's clothes.
Entering the club, Yami gulped, 'I can't dance. Gods, I never could and never will! Maybe if I distract Marik. Wait! What am I saying? Both him and Bakura are totally CREATED for dancing!'
Marik grabbed Yami's arm, "C'mon Bak." he smiled, "Let's hit the floor."
Yami nodded slowly, "Well yea it's just um-" too late. Marik had dragged him to the neon colored dance floor. 'K'so!' Yami swore in Jap, 'What can I do?'
Marik had already started moving his hips to the loud techno music, "What's wrong?" he looked worried, "Legs glued to the floor?" he smirked a bit.
Yami shook his head, "Well uh no it's just um... I don't think I'm THAT good of a dancer."
He gave a loud laugh, "Ha! Last time we went dancing, you were like king of the floor, and rubbed it into my face! Come ON! Stop shittin around!" he moved closer when he noticed Yami still hadn't moved, "What? Do you miss me being so close to you?" he minted breath hit Yami. His voice a bit more full of lust.
Yami decided to take this to a good thing, "Actually, yes I do." he smirked.
Marik matched the devilish grin, "Then come here." he wrapped an arm around the pharoah's waist, and started to grind against the other. Using the beat of music to move, "You like?" he asked when he heard Yami give a slight moan.
Yami was not about to confess that his hard-on was not a figment of imagination. He just stayed quiet.
Noticing, Yami was still as stiff as stone, Marik spoke quietly, "Close your eyes. Feel the music. There is NO ONE on this planet who doesn't know how to dance." he said.
Strangly, Yami remembered Bakura saying the same thing earlier, "O.....k" he closed his eyes, and blocked out everything and everyone but the music. He started moving his hips, and slowly his upper body. Moving his arms above his head, Yami started matching Marik's grinding against him. He opened his eyes, and saw Marik zoning out as well.
Biting his lip, Yami took a dare, and wrapped his slender arms around Marik's neck. He had thought earlier, so he didn't blow Bakura's cover, that he should act like he was enjoying Marik's company. Feeling inspired, he then shouted over the music, "Marik!?"
The egyptian opened his eyes, "Hm?"
Yami smirked, "You dance like crap!"
~~~
Throwing things out of the closet, Bakura tried to find something not made of buckles. "How can he wear these?" he spoke to himself, "They're so ugly!" he threw the buckle chocker he was wearing over his shoulder.
Finally finding a a pair of deep blue leather pants, and a bright red top, Bakura grabbed a neaby jacket, and headed towards the window, 'If I go back downstairs, they little bastard will question me about my clothes.' he slid down the round roof of the game shop, and landed in a cat-crouch on some wooden crates, "Not bad." he nodded as he brushed dirt off his pants, "Not bad at all. At least Yami isn't as big of a fatass as I thought." he began to sprint towards the club, 'Actually he has a very tight and sexy ass.'
Bakura stopped running, and smacked his newly spiked head, "What the fuck was that?"
~~~
Five songs later, the two had decided to sit out the next few songs for, what Marik called it, 'Club water.' Yami had agreed, but he hadn't thought that when Marik said 'water', he meant liquor.
Chugging down his 7th beer, Marik spoke, "Do you feel like dancing anymore?"
Yami, who had barely drank his second, shrugged, "Sure." 'Anything to stop myself from puking.' he stood up, and feel a bit lightheaded, 'Whoa. I'd better take it easy.'
Unfortunately, when they both got to the floor, Marik was as a drunk as cow. While he danced, his hands moved all over Yami. Once he got down below the waist band of the tight pants Yami wore, he felt the hardening erection that Yami had been fighting since the first dance. He licked his lips, "Mmmm feeling a bit..." he leaned in and whispered with his voice full of lust, "hot?"
Yami shivered, "No." he pulled away, "Just dance, okay?"
Not taking that as Yami's answer, Marik wrapped his arms around Yami, and grinded against him with the music. This time, harder than usual, "Okay." he smirked.
And that was when everyone's favorite tomb robber walked in, and climbed one of the ladders that leads to a balcony. Once Bakura spot the two in the crowd, he scowled, "What in Ra's name is he DOING!?!" he could barely hear himself over the music, "That's my boyfriend! Not his!" he started to climb back down from the ladder. He jump the last five steps, and quickly scambled his way through the dancers. Then, it finally hit him. Now that he was in Yami's body, it would be a bit weird to have him split the two apart and start yelling.
He found a nearby table, and sat down. Watching the two dance and grind. Everytime Marik stole a kiss from the pharoah, Bakura had to clentch his teeth, and grip the tablecloth.
Then, Yami had finally gotten courage, and planted a heated kiss on Marik's lips. Bakura felt like he ripped the pharoah's heart in two. He jumped up, and ran to the two of them. Stepping in between them, he yanked Yami by the shirt, "Come with me!" he commanded. He turned to see Marik look completely confused. Bakura gave his koi a kiss, and said, "Don't have a spazz." he smirked, "It's way too confusing to understand." and he dragged Yami back to the table.
The first thing Yami did was asked, "What the hell are you doing!?!"
Bakura scowled, "Getting you away from my boyfriend!"
"But, he's mine until we switch back!" Yami snapped.
Shocked, Bakura asked, "What the fuck? Yami! DON'T TELL ME YOU LIKE THE GUY!"
Yami blushed, "Maybe just a little."
He snapped. That's the best way to desribe it. Bakura snapped. He gasped, and grabbed Yami's shirt again, "You'll pay for that." he lifted Yami off his feet, and out the club's emergency exit. Placing Yami back down in the alley, Bakura pinned him to the wall, "Let's get something straight." he spoke with the chilliest voice Yami's vocal chords could give, "Marik Ishtar is my boyfriend. Yugi Motou is yours. Get it?"
Yami scowled, "Yes, but that doesn't mean I like it."
Eyes wide, Bakura asked, "Stop shittin around. What are you really after PHAROAH?"
"..." not a word.
Fuming, Bakura moved closer to Yami, and asked again, "What do you want?" he slammed Yami into the wall, "Tell me!"
Yami shook his head, "Put me down."
"Make me." Bakura took a step closer. Suddenly, he felt the slight bludge in the blood red pants. He gasped, "No way! Yo-You... HOLY RA!" he dropped the phroah, and looked away.
Yami fell on the hard ground, "Ow." he suddenly felt something fall onto his cheek. It was cold and wet. A tear. Looking up, he saw it, "Bakura?" it was the first time he had ever called him by his name.
***
KT: aww Bakki-chan cry cry
Bakura: grr WHAT!?!
KT: aww c'mon now Baku. *huggles* it's not so bad!
Bakura: GET OFF OF ME!
Yami walked towards the chair, and noticed the outfit laying neatly on it. Picking it up, Yami noticed that Bakura has taste. Blood red leather pants with silver snaps going down the sides. There was a plain black sleeveless tee, and a plain leather choker.
Yami shrugged off his shirt, and began to undress, when he noticed Bakura's stomach was well toned. Trying hard to resist the urge to touch the deeply carved muscles, Yami began unbuttoning the pants. That's when he finally remembered something EXTREMELY important. When Yami wore his leather pants, he never wore underwear underneath, and now, he had a strange feeling Bakura didn't either.
Groaning, Yami knew he was going to have to do it sooner or later. I mean, if he didn't hurry, he had a feeling Marik would come up and do it FOR him. Undoing the zipper of the pants, Yami closed his eyes, and pulled them off.
"HEY BAK! YOU DONE YET!?!" Marik's voice chimed through the house.
Yami's eyes snapped open, and he wished they hadn't. He saw Bakura length before his eyes. Gasping, Yami quickly stammered, "UH A-ALMOST!" he quickly shut his eyes again, but the picture of what he had just seen stayed perfectly still in his mind.
Finally, making sure his hair wasn't as bad as it really normally is, Yami hurried down the stairs, grabbed his jacket, and yanked Marik out the door.
"What made you speed up?" Marik asked as they both mounted onto Marik's motorcycle.
"The urge to leave that house." Yami shuddered, and placed his arms around Marik's waist. This was gonna be some night...
~~~
Bakura strolled back into the livingroom to find Yugi sitting on the couch. He groaned, and tried to remain calm. He sat close to Yugi, and wrapped his arms around him, "Hi." he said, trying to pretend it was Marik he was holding.
Yugi giggled, and kissed his forehead, "Hi. Ready?"
Bakura sighed, and nodded, "I guess so."
With that said, Yugi reached up, and kissed the taller boy with passion, and a bit of shyness. Bakura's eyes went wide, and for Yami's sake, kissed back. It wasn't until he felt Yugi trying to enter his mouth with his tougue did he pull away. Yugi's violet eyes snapped open, and he looked like he was about to cry, "I'm sorry Yami! I- I don't know what came over me! Um..."
Bakura sighed, "No um sorry Abiou." he shuddered. Maybe calling him Yugi would be more comfortable, "I was um just a bit surprised." he glanced around, noticing the time on the clock, he saw it was only 9:37. If he hurried, he could meet Marik and Yami down at the club.
Biting his lip, Bakura squeezed Yugi's arms lightly, "Um Yugi. I'm sorry, but I uh... have to get some air." he stood up, and started to walk out.
Yugi stood up too, "Okay. I'll come with you."
Stopping dead in his tracks, Bakura gasped, "NO!" He yelled a bit too sharp than he meant to. Seeing Yugi look surprised, he started over, "I mean uh no thanks Yugi. I just need to take a walk, okay?" he turned to go up the stairs.
Yugi tilted his head to the side, "Um Yami? Outside is that way." he pointed towards the door Bakura has his back turned to.
Bakura nodded, "I know. I just um want to grab a jacket."
"But it's spring time."
"I know." Bakura quickly answered, "I'm just a bit uh cold." and he ran up the stairs before he could hear another word. His mind thinking, 'Yugi, you can go kiss my ass. Yes you can. Kiss my. Ra-damned. ass.'
~~~
The club was basically an old run down warehouse filled with ladders and two long balconies with tables. A long bar was stretched out on the second of the three floors, and with the blue tinted light, it made all the neon lights dance on everyone's clothes.
Entering the club, Yami gulped, 'I can't dance. Gods, I never could and never will! Maybe if I distract Marik. Wait! What am I saying? Both him and Bakura are totally CREATED for dancing!'
Marik grabbed Yami's arm, "C'mon Bak." he smiled, "Let's hit the floor."
Yami nodded slowly, "Well yea it's just um-" too late. Marik had dragged him to the neon colored dance floor. 'K'so!' Yami swore in Jap, 'What can I do?'
Marik had already started moving his hips to the loud techno music, "What's wrong?" he looked worried, "Legs glued to the floor?" he smirked a bit.
Yami shook his head, "Well uh no it's just um... I don't think I'm THAT good of a dancer."
He gave a loud laugh, "Ha! Last time we went dancing, you were like king of the floor, and rubbed it into my face! Come ON! Stop shittin around!" he moved closer when he noticed Yami still hadn't moved, "What? Do you miss me being so close to you?" he minted breath hit Yami. His voice a bit more full of lust.
Yami decided to take this to a good thing, "Actually, yes I do." he smirked.
Marik matched the devilish grin, "Then come here." he wrapped an arm around the pharoah's waist, and started to grind against the other. Using the beat of music to move, "You like?" he asked when he heard Yami give a slight moan.
Yami was not about to confess that his hard-on was not a figment of imagination. He just stayed quiet.
Noticing, Yami was still as stiff as stone, Marik spoke quietly, "Close your eyes. Feel the music. There is NO ONE on this planet who doesn't know how to dance." he said.
Strangly, Yami remembered Bakura saying the same thing earlier, "O.....k" he closed his eyes, and blocked out everything and everyone but the music. He started moving his hips, and slowly his upper body. Moving his arms above his head, Yami started matching Marik's grinding against him. He opened his eyes, and saw Marik zoning out as well.
Biting his lip, Yami took a dare, and wrapped his slender arms around Marik's neck. He had thought earlier, so he didn't blow Bakura's cover, that he should act like he was enjoying Marik's company. Feeling inspired, he then shouted over the music, "Marik!?"
The egyptian opened his eyes, "Hm?"
Yami smirked, "You dance like crap!"
~~~
Throwing things out of the closet, Bakura tried to find something not made of buckles. "How can he wear these?" he spoke to himself, "They're so ugly!" he threw the buckle chocker he was wearing over his shoulder.
Finally finding a a pair of deep blue leather pants, and a bright red top, Bakura grabbed a neaby jacket, and headed towards the window, 'If I go back downstairs, they little bastard will question me about my clothes.' he slid down the round roof of the game shop, and landed in a cat-crouch on some wooden crates, "Not bad." he nodded as he brushed dirt off his pants, "Not bad at all. At least Yami isn't as big of a fatass as I thought." he began to sprint towards the club, 'Actually he has a very tight and sexy ass.'
Bakura stopped running, and smacked his newly spiked head, "What the fuck was that?"
~~~
Five songs later, the two had decided to sit out the next few songs for, what Marik called it, 'Club water.' Yami had agreed, but he hadn't thought that when Marik said 'water', he meant liquor.
Chugging down his 7th beer, Marik spoke, "Do you feel like dancing anymore?"
Yami, who had barely drank his second, shrugged, "Sure." 'Anything to stop myself from puking.' he stood up, and feel a bit lightheaded, 'Whoa. I'd better take it easy.'
Unfortunately, when they both got to the floor, Marik was as a drunk as cow. While he danced, his hands moved all over Yami. Once he got down below the waist band of the tight pants Yami wore, he felt the hardening erection that Yami had been fighting since the first dance. He licked his lips, "Mmmm feeling a bit..." he leaned in and whispered with his voice full of lust, "hot?"
Yami shivered, "No." he pulled away, "Just dance, okay?"
Not taking that as Yami's answer, Marik wrapped his arms around Yami, and grinded against him with the music. This time, harder than usual, "Okay." he smirked.
And that was when everyone's favorite tomb robber walked in, and climbed one of the ladders that leads to a balcony. Once Bakura spot the two in the crowd, he scowled, "What in Ra's name is he DOING!?!" he could barely hear himself over the music, "That's my boyfriend! Not his!" he started to climb back down from the ladder. He jump the last five steps, and quickly scambled his way through the dancers. Then, it finally hit him. Now that he was in Yami's body, it would be a bit weird to have him split the two apart and start yelling.
He found a nearby table, and sat down. Watching the two dance and grind. Everytime Marik stole a kiss from the pharoah, Bakura had to clentch his teeth, and grip the tablecloth.
Then, Yami had finally gotten courage, and planted a heated kiss on Marik's lips. Bakura felt like he ripped the pharoah's heart in two. He jumped up, and ran to the two of them. Stepping in between them, he yanked Yami by the shirt, "Come with me!" he commanded. He turned to see Marik look completely confused. Bakura gave his koi a kiss, and said, "Don't have a spazz." he smirked, "It's way too confusing to understand." and he dragged Yami back to the table.
The first thing Yami did was asked, "What the hell are you doing!?!"
Bakura scowled, "Getting you away from my boyfriend!"
"But, he's mine until we switch back!" Yami snapped.
Shocked, Bakura asked, "What the fuck? Yami! DON'T TELL ME YOU LIKE THE GUY!"
Yami blushed, "Maybe just a little."
He snapped. That's the best way to desribe it. Bakura snapped. He gasped, and grabbed Yami's shirt again, "You'll pay for that." he lifted Yami off his feet, and out the club's emergency exit. Placing Yami back down in the alley, Bakura pinned him to the wall, "Let's get something straight." he spoke with the chilliest voice Yami's vocal chords could give, "Marik Ishtar is my boyfriend. Yugi Motou is yours. Get it?"
Yami scowled, "Yes, but that doesn't mean I like it."
Eyes wide, Bakura asked, "Stop shittin around. What are you really after PHAROAH?"
"..." not a word.
Fuming, Bakura moved closer to Yami, and asked again, "What do you want?" he slammed Yami into the wall, "Tell me!"
Yami shook his head, "Put me down."
"Make me." Bakura took a step closer. Suddenly, he felt the slight bludge in the blood red pants. He gasped, "No way! Yo-You... HOLY RA!" he dropped the phroah, and looked away.
Yami fell on the hard ground, "Ow." he suddenly felt something fall onto his cheek. It was cold and wet. A tear. Looking up, he saw it, "Bakura?" it was the first time he had ever called him by his name.
***
KT: aww Bakki-chan cry cry
Bakura: grr WHAT!?!
KT: aww c'mon now Baku. *huggles* it's not so bad!
Bakura: GET OFF OF ME!