BlackRose: Sorry for taking so long to update.  But like I said before, this one is kind of an 'update when I feel like it' type thing.

Bakura: Of course, because she's so anal about these things, this'll probably get updated almost as much as Don't Turn Out the Lights…which I am no longer in because the Pharaoh suffocated me while we were having sex! 

BlackRose:  ^.^()  Like I said before, I thought you enjoyed that part. 

Bakura: *eye twitch* I most certainly did not! 

BlackRose:  Then why're your cheeks turnin' pink?

Bakura:  -.-  Shut up before I send you to the Shadow Realm.

BlackRose:  O.O  Shadow Realm?  Not again!  I'll shut up!  On with the fic!

"In here."  Malik followed Ryou into a dark room, whose only lighting was a small, flickering candle flame. 

(A.N- Bakura: You're obsessed with candles, aren't you?)

The walls were painted black.  The thick carpet covering the floor was the same color.   Malik looked around, his eyebrows raised.  Ryou noticed this and answered his unspoken question by saying,

"This room is mostly for Jou's benefit."  This only confused Malik more. 

"Why?" 

"You'll see.  Now, just sit down."  Instead of arguing like he usually would have, the fair-haired Egyptian sat himself down on the floor, Ryou sitting directly in front of him. 

"Gomen for what I'm about to do.  It's nothing personal, really," the white haired teen said quietly.  He only gave Malik a second to absorb this; he placed his hands against his cheeks, bringing his face close.  Malik was too surprised with the thing missing in his head to be surprised by Ryou's actions.  The buzz of thoughts and images had completely vanished.  He didn't hear a single thought or catch a single image that didn't belong to him.  He let out an ecstatic sigh, a rare smile making its way across his face.  Ryou's eyes softened as he watched Malik's face carefully. 

"This is going to hurt like hell.  But I promise, it won't last that long," he whispered, bringing his face so close to Malik's that he could feel his warm breath.  Then he did the last thing Malik would have expected.  He pressed his lips against his mouth in a deep kiss.  A feeling of exhilaration swept over the young Egyptian, only to be replaced by a bolt of pain rushing through every vein, most directly in his head.  The thoughts and images that never belonged to him swallowed him up.  The scream that erupted from his throat was loud enough to make Ryou wince.  But he understood, taking the shrieking teenager in his arms and holding him tightly, trying to help him through the pain that shot up and down his spine, his mind feeling like it was splitting in two. 

"I know, I know.  Ssshh.  It will be over soon, I promise," he whispered as he held Malik as tight as he could, his caring brown orbs squeezing themselves shut as Malik continued his agonized wails.  It was like that way for the next few moments, and Malik's mind felt it was being pulled in half.  Everything was going fuzzy, the pain was so bad.  He was soon relieved of the pain as he passed out, his head resting heavily on Ryou's shoulder.  Ryou's eyes opened.  A slight smile played across his lips as he realized his friend was done suffering.   

"I'm so sorry Malik," he whispered as he laid him out across the futon that lay in a corner of the room.  He lightly kissed his forehead, to assure he would sleep peacefully, then leaned against the door and sighed.  It would be a long night.

*~* 

"Goddamn he's loud," Jounouchi muttered as he heard the screams coming from his dark room. 

"I remember a certain mutt who shattered four of our windows when he was with Ryou." Bakura said teasingly. 

"Shizuka ne," Jou growled. 

"Ooh, touchie touchie." 

"Don't forget, Bakura, it's his time of the month," Seto piped up.  He made eye contact with Bakura, which set them both cracking up.  Jou's eye twitched. 

"Bakayarou's," he mumbled.  This made Seto and Bakura crack up even more.  Jou made a motion to go and kick Bakura, who had keeled over on the floor, tears of laughter leaking out of his eyes.  Just then the door downstairs banged open followed by a crash, then a mumble of curses.  Bakura stood and wiped his eyes. 

"Looks like he's home," he snickered, "And by the sounds of it, he had a little too much to drink last night."     

Seto snorted as he heard another crash. 

"Yeah, no kidding.  We should go down and make sure he didn't break anything important.  Or hurt himself."   

"Good idea.  I'll go." 

"You go do that.  I'm sure he won't mind."  Bakura snickered at Seto's comment. 

"Leave me alone, you big bullies."  

"Oh stop.  You know it's all in good fun," Bakura said, clapping his blonde haired friend on the back. 

"Yeah yeah yeah," the blonde replied as he made his way down the stairs.  In actuality, he knew, but that didn't mean he enjoyed it.  It pissed him off and he was stupid enough to show it, which led to more teasing. 

"Jou, that you?"  He looked up, to meet emerald green eyes. 

"Yeah, Otogi. It's me.  How much did you have last night?" The said black-haired teenager moaned, holding his head. 

"Too much.  I think I'll jusht go to bed."  His speech was slurred slightly, and he teetered to the side as he walked towards the stairs.  Jounouchi sighed, then placed Otogi's arm around his neck as he helped him up the stairs.  Normally, this would have earned him a smirk or two, had Otogi not been piss ass drunk. 

"Thanks," Otogi mumbled as they got up the stairs, and into the living room.  He immediately collapsed on the couch, not even making it to his own bed.  Bakura's head shot up, alarmed, as the drunken raven-haired teen landed in his lap. 

"Gah!  Get off!  I'm not Jou, you know!"  Jounouchi glared at him. 

"I'm not his," he mumbled, cheeks flaring.  In actuality, he had a massive crush on the raven-haired boy, but swore he would never tell anyone.  Of course, that was a bit hard if several of your housemate's could read your mind.  And had a horrible sense of humor.     

Seto snickered. 

"We never said that.  But, since you admitted it…" 

"I didn't admit anything!" 

"Tsk tsk.  It's not nice to tell little white lies, Jou.  We all know here.  It's obvious," Bakura teased. 

"Shaddap." 

"Down boy.  We're just kidding," Seto said. 

Jounouchi opened his mouth to say something, only to be interrupted by Otogi himself. 

"Would you guys shut the fuck up?  The shouting isn't helping, you know!"

"It's not our fault you went and got yourself sloshed," Bakura snapped.  

"Hey, leave him alone.  He feels like shit." 

"Why is it I'm not surprised you said that," Seto mumbled.  He turned to Bakura. 

"C'mon.  Let's leave the lovebirds alone."  Bakura agreed and they went downstairs into the kitchen to make some breakfast. 

"I don't understand why he doesn't just tell him," Bakura said as he got out the skillet and set it over the boiler. 

(A.N- Is that what it's called?)

"He's afraid of what Otogi will say.  Although I'd think it'd be obvious to him that Otogi feels the same way."  Bakura shook his head as he chuckled. 

"Why is it that we're the only ones here that have sense?" 

"I don't know."  There was silence for a few moments as they prepared the omlettes.  Then Seto spoke up. 

"Stop that."  Bakura looked at him strangely. 

"Stop what?" 

"Stop looking like that.  I can't concentrate." Bakura cocked his head to the side, feigning innocence. 

"But I'm cooking."  Seto growled playfully, and without another word, pinned him to the wall and began to ravish his mouth, the omlette's forgotten.  

Bakura:  .  Damn it!  Make up your mind, mortal!  Pick a person for me to be with and keep it that way!

BlackRose:  I happen to like this coupling, thank you very much. 

Bakura: -.- You like all yaoi couplings.

BlackRose:  I like all of the YGO yaoi pairings.  I don't like some in the other series' I watch. 

Bakura:  You make my head hurt sometimes.  Review so I can see what else she does to me.