"H-Honda stop!" Malik gasped, pushing against the slightly larger teen's chest as Honda sucked lightly on his neck.
"You sure, you sound like your enjoying it," Malik moaned and licked his lips in frustration at his body for its reaction.
"Positive, please Honda, I can't do this, not with you," Malik said moving away a little, hopefully Honda got the message. The brunette boy nodded obligingly and tossed Malik his shirt, smirking, and reclining in the soft sofa.
"You're not mad are you?" Malik asked, slightly worried.
"No of course I'm not! Oh and by the way do you know Jounouchi Katsuya?" Honda asked as Malik did up the last few buttons of his shirt.
"Um...yeah, I go to school with him, why?" Malik asked looking at Honda with curiosity as the brunette's eyes widened at this sudden news.
"You serious?" Honda asked giving Malik an intense stare just to make sure that he wasn't lying.
"Yeh, again, why?" Malik pressed his own curiosity having been aroused at the fact that this stranger knew one of his friends.High
"You honestly don't need to know, and anyway, it's getting late and any family you have will be worried about you being out late," commented Honda standing up, Malik stood with him and grinned.
"Yeh okay, well bye Honda and thanks for the hot chocolate, maybe I'll see you around again someday?" was Malik's final comment as he ran out of the door.
"If you really do know Jou-kun then you'll defiantly see me again little one," Honda said to no one as Malik has already left and then proceeded to tidy up.
---10:00---
It was late, he new that, he was underage, he knew that to, thing was, it didn't matter, he didn't care, he was none other than Malik Ishtar and he was sitting at a bar believe it or not, drinking alcohol, in a night Club no less and not just nay Night Club either, the best in the district. Downing the rest of the spirits that swirling dismally in the cold glass enclosed in the palm of Malik's, to some extent fisted hand.
Standing up, eh swayed a little, he hadn't had much but getting up was always like this, even after a small glass of wine. But he still made his way onto the dance floor, not really caring about all the girls, and guys to boot, that drooled at him. Hip hugging, flared, black denim trousers and a black, belly top that showed off the silver, opal jewelled, belly ring he wore. His gold armbands, wristbands, neckbands and earrings glinted in the half light of the club as his hips swayed methodically to the heavy beat of the music.
He jumped when two muscular, tanned hands, or at least he thought they were tanned, gripped his waist line just above his pelvis. "Who are you?" he called; quiet enough for only him and the stranger to here but loud enough so it could be heard over the din.
"Would it not be better to be impartial," a husky, lust laced voice whispered into his ear sending a shiver down his back.
"On what grounds?" was Malik's reply, this man's voice as intoxicating and that, along with the beverage and music was beginning to make him loose control.
"Depends on how far you're willing to go?" the other answered liking Malik's ear and grinding his pelvis into Malik's backside. This caused Malik to moan, feeling the others evident arousal, grinding back hearing the other hiss in delight into his ear.
"And if I were," he gasped, "to decline."
"You are in no state to do so," the other replied and Malik felt his pants being undone as one hand slipped down the front of his pants to toy with his awakening.
"Who are you?" Malik panted as the hand close around him and began to move agonizingly slowly.
"Mariku," Malik gasped but neither did he turn nor protest, in fact he liked what was happening. He grabbed Mariku's other hand which still lay around his waist and began to drag him towards the back of the club, to the toilettes; he didn't want this to happen in the open.
---Bakura's house---
Ryou had followed Bakura home, under the other white haired boy's invitation and they had spent the time getting to know each other.
"Ryou, I have to ask you something," the ninety-nine percent albino boy looked up from where he was sipping his green tea.
"Hai Bakura-san?" he asked tilting his head to the side in innocent question.
"Was there anything between you and Yuugi," Ryou nearly chocked on his mouthful, weather it was from outrage, shock, humour or some other emotion Bakura couldn't tell.
"Iie, me and Yuugi-chan, iie, we're just friends!" Ryou insisted and Bakura sighed walking over to Ryou who sat on the sofa parallel to Bakura's vacated one. Now the two white haired boys sat side by side and Ryou put down his half full cup of green tea.
"Are you sure, you seemed to take it just as badly as he did about that," Bakura coughed, "incident."
"Well he's my friend, my only friend," Bakura coughed again, "oh alright, was my only friend and I just…didn't want to loose him as a friend. You'd do the same for Yami or Seto wouldn't you?" Ryou asked looking Bakura directly in the eyes and Bakura found himself lost for words at that point.
He looked deeply into the innocent pools of chocolate brown that gazed, unwaveringly into his darker ones with such ferocity that Bakura could almost feel him. "I suppose," Bakura said and turned away, not sure if he should be looking at such innocence, purity when he himself was, well not, to put it lightly and for lack of better wording.
"Don't look away from Bakura, please," Bakura blinked and a surprised expression took hold of his features and he couldn't help but turn back to the smaller shounen in wonder. What was it about this mere boy that made him feel so out of place and yet so right?
"But why, I don't deserve you," Bakura almost growled, he didn't understand what was going through his head, all different emotions, each contradicting the other. There was lust, he wanted Ryou but something else pulled him towards the boy before him, love maybe, although Bakura doubted that, anger, at himself and people around him but he wasn't exactly sure why and sadness even, despair, if it could be called that.
"Ssh, clam down, there is nothing to be angry or upset about," Ryou whispered soothingly placing his hand on Bakura's upper arm lightly. He felt the taller boy tense up suddenly from the gentle touch; this caused Ryou to shiver involuntarily in unconscious anticipation.
"Ryou," but neither Bakura nor Ryou could say anything beyond that since they were chained together by an overwhelming passion that gripped both tightly pulled them by love and lust to the depths of pleasure.
---Yuugi---
"So, what you said to Malik was it true?" Yuugi paled in an instant, his ears went back sub consciously and he whipped around, scarred and shocked. He had a hard time deciding what had shocked him more the voice that suddenly cracked the dense quiet that had previously surrounded the small stature boy or the fact that he who had spoken to him was non other than Yami.
I mean, this was one of the most popular boy sin the entire school we are talking about here, and why is he in a ten metre radius of Yuugi let alone actually talking to him, and what a subject to talk about.
"Umm," Yuugi was speechless frozen in place form the cold and his own shock, he shivered when he saw Yami beginning to advance upon him, Yuugi admired the gentle sway of the others hips. Yuugi mentally chastised himself for thinking such thoughts.
"Yuugi answer me," Yami asked, his voice lowered and there was no spite nor malice and it made Yuugi feel warm.
"N-no," Yuugi stammered, he nearly fell over when Yami put his hand on his shoulder.
"Is that answer to my question or," before Yami could say anything else Yuugi was already nodding his head vigorously demonstrating his affirmative.
"B-but why?" Yuugi asked stunned looking Yami directly in the eye, his eyes widened when he felt Yami's hand on his cheek.
"Because little Yuugi," Yami started getting onto his knees, "I," he straightened his back so his head was level with Yuugi's, "want you for myself." That was his final comment before he claimed Yuugi's lips with his own in an anxious kiss, there was nothing chaste about it, Yuugi could practically feel Yami's emotions radiating off him like waves of heat.
Yuugi went rigid before he relaxed completely and gasped when Yami probed his lips inquisitively, tasting Yuugi to the full and moaning in delight at the simple action.
Breaking apart both were breathing heavily from the almost overwhelming experience and the snow wasn't so cold anymore.
"Yami I, how, why?" Yuugi asked shaking his head form left to right lightly.
"I don't know little one, Yuugi-kun, will you go out with me?" Yami asked, it was kind of degrading how he was kneeling in snow but Yami didn't care anymore, his image didn't matter, Yuugi mattered and that was all.
Yuugi smiled and flung his arms around Yami's shoulders and buried his head into the crook of Yami's neck. Actions spoke louder than words and Yami didn't need a voiced answer to tell him that Yuugi had said yes.
He had momentarily jumped at the forward action but soon wrapped his arms around Yuugi's thin waist and leant his head sideways to nestle in Yuugi's hair, so much like Yami's own.
---Kaiba Mansion---
"How do you think people are going to take this?" Ryuuji asked from his comfortable perch on the window sill watching the feather light flakes of crystal snow fall from the clouds to land on solid ground.
"Take what?" Seto asked hardy looking up from his pile of paper work that he was currently leafing through, his practiced hands doing the tasks set to them almost automatically.
"Our relationship?" Ryuuji detailed his gaze never wavering from the serene scene before him, it was somewhat picturesque.
"Are you worried?" Seto asked standing up and walking over to the window and leaning against the inlet wall outlining the pain, crossing his arms loosely over his chest.
"I will be if you continue to avoid the question," Ryuuji said turning his head and looking up at Seto who, for the moment, did not return the look.
"Then to answer your question I think it will come as a shock, but the general public don't need to know, close friends only," Seto replied glancing momentarily at Ryuuji before sitting down beside the boy's outstretched legs.
"That bad eh?" Ryuuji continued refusing to look away from the questioning cerulean eyes of his brunette lover.
"No, I just don't think that people are ready for this kind of revolution," Seto replied.
"You mean it would be easier to fight a war," Ryuuji translated, thinking aloud to himself more than talking to Seto.
"That as well, but for now, we could always just enjoy each others company?" Seto inquired leaning a little closer to Ryuuji so that their noses were pressed lightly together.
"I, I, sir!" Ryuuji replied before wrapping his arms around Seto's neck and pulling him closer so their lips met.
---Next day, after school---
Jounouchi shook his head a bit dislodging the snow that had landed on his nose and eyelashes. His shaggy blonde hair waving about him, some plastered to his forehead and the sides of his neck, dampened by melted snow.
"Hello Katsuya," Jou started and whipped around tom some face to face with a pair of brown eyes merely a shade lighter than his own.
"Honda?" Jounouchi cried looking the brunette up and down time and time again just to make sure he was all there.
"Together again," Honda whispered into Jou's ear making him shiver and wrapping his arms around Jou's waist.
"For the last time I hope," Jounouchi commented, gasping as Honda sucked on his neck, it was lucky there was no one in the street at that moment; people don't react well to public homosexuals.
"Your place or mine?" Honda asked huskily.
"Mine," Jounouchi dragging the taller boy towards his home, he wouldn't get nay homework done tonight that was for sure!
---Black---
And so concludes our tale with no wind of Mai nor Anzu but let us hope all went well for them homosexual, bisexual or heterosexual.
The longest chapter in this story and the final one, I hope u enjoyed this, bye bye!
Streetz :-)