Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh does not belong to me, it belongs to Kazuki Takahashi. This fanfiction is simply for enjoyment. It contains shonen-ai and swearing, so be warned. Thankies~
Hey, sorry I didn't update for such a long time~ See, I was grounded. Yes, grounded. Bleah. But, I'm back now, so let the festivities begin!
A Moment in Time: Prologue
By Rian Kawaii_Nekochan21@yahoo.com
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Malik sighed, getting off his motorcycle. He glanced up at the sky as he chained it to the bike rack next to the general store; it looked like rain.
He nodded to a young mother who held the door for him and looked down the aisle, grinning mentally when he saw Bakura arguing with the clerk.
"I'm telling you, I am old enough to drink!" Bakura was snarling, motioning at the alchohol on the counter next to him angrily. "I just forgot my drivers license --"
"That's because you don't have one," Malik drawled, sauntering down towards the two.
The clerk looked up and barely stifled a groan; Malik smirked. Then he turned to Bakura, his smirk widening. "What's up, 'Kura?"
Bakura snarled. "Piss off, Ishtar. What do you want?"
Malik assumed a hurt expression. "Moi? Nothing." at Bakura's narrowed eyes, he grinned. "Well, I am here to buy some milk, but that's beside the point."
The clerk looked relieved, turning to face him. "H-how many did you want, sir?" he asked, his voice trembling a bit.
Malik bit back a crass reply and shrugged. "Two."
The clerk nodded and rang them up, and Malik turned to Bakura, smirking. "So, what're you up to, today?"
Bakura eyed him, then sighed in defeat. "I was trying to convince Ryou to try some alchohol."
Malik raised an eyebrow. "Ryou? You mean your light?"
Bakura gave him a 'No shit,' look, and he grinned, raising his hands in an impromptu block. "Just makin' sure."
Bakura snorted. "Huh." he gave Malik a curious look, then smirked. "You haven't seen Ryou since Battle City, have you?" at Malik's negative shake of the head, his smirk grew. "Why don't you come over? Ryou might be happy to have someone over."
Malik looked up at the ceiling, a thoughtful expression appearing on his tan face. "You'd do that for him?"
Bakura shrugged, looking uncomfortable. "I'm tryin' to be more caring." a distasteful look appeared. "Besides, the pharaoh would skin me alive if I didn't treat him right."
"I'd need to drop the milk off at home for Isis... would you be willing to wait?"
Bakura considered. "Could you give me a ride?" a grimace graced his face. "I don't wanna take the bus again."
Malik sneered in derision. "Public transportation... ugh. Sure, I've got my motorcycle outside." he turned to the clerk, handing him the money, then turned back. "Let's go."
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Ryou yawned, hopping off the couch and stretching languidly, brushing his pale white hair off his face absently. "Where's Bakura?" he murmured to himself, stepping over to the front door.
As he stopped in front of the window, he frowned, hearing the roar of a motor. Peeking out, he nearly fell backwards upon seeing his darkness hop off a sleek-looking motorcycle -- a motorcycle that belonged to a certain gorgeous tan egyptian.
Bakura smirked at seeing Ryou's panicked expression as he walked into the door. "Say hello to Malik, Ryou," he grinned, secretly savouring the shock in his light's eyes.
Malik smiled cheerfully at Ryou. "Hey, Ryou," he greeted, cocking his head to the side unconciously. "How have you been? I haven't seen you since Battle City."
Ryou attempted a smile. "Ah, fine, thanks. And you?"
Bakura coughed. "I'll be right back -- I need to put my beer in the fridge."
As he walked out of the room, Malik turned back to the younger boy, examining him.
Ryou had shoulder-length white hair, framing his somewhat effeminite face and chocolate eyes. His slim body was rather short, which didn't bother Malik at all, and his pale skin accented his hair perfectly. It was a pity he didn't dress like Bakura did -- all tight clothes -- but Malik didn't mind one bit. It just let his imagination run wild.
Malik smirked akwardly, trying not to show his attraction to the smaller boy, though his pants -- which were tight enough to make Bakura proud -- were making that rather difficult. "Do you wanna sit down?"
Ryou started. He had been eyeing Malik as well, admiring his shoulder-length golden hair, lavender eyes, and slender, tan body. He was conciously aware of the tightening of his own pants as he watched the attractive boy in front of him, and that did nothing to console him as Malik smiled, making his face light up like a sunrise. "Sure," he squeaked out, walking rather stiffly to the couch, hoping against hope that Malik wouldn't ask what was wrong.
Luckily for him, Malik had similar thoughts running through his mind as well. His pants were also tight -- uncomfortably so -- and Ryou wasn't making it any easier, even acting as innocent as he was.
It came as a relief -- to both of them -- when Bakura stepped out of the kitchen, two sodas and a beer in his hands. "Why the fuck are you just staring?" he demanded, seeing both his light and the egyptian engaged in what looked like a staring contest. "I thought you were going to talk or reminise or some other shit! Malik?"
Both started and stared at him, Ryou flushing. Malik simply smiled and stretched, aware of the admiring gaze from the lighter half of the duo. "Sorry," he replied languidly, sitting back and hoping against hope that Bakura wouldn't notice his pants.
Bakura noticed, anyway. "What the fu -- Ryou, go to your room."
Ryou blinked, about to protest, then sighed and walked slowly up the stairs. Malik watched the pale boy trudge away, then turned to Bakura, a satisfied look in his violet eyes. "Quite an attractive light you have there, Bakura."
Bakura growled. "I'm letting you stay here tonight, Malik, but don't try anything on my light, got it? He's mine."
Malik attempted an innocent expression. "Who, me?"
Bakura raised an eyebrow. "Yes, you. I saw that look you gave him." he glanced down at the other boy's crotch, then snorted. "It looks like your whole head is attracted to him."
Malik glared down at the culprit. "Damn you," he muttered before looking up at Bakura."I think we should try to get along, Bakura," he said lightly, leaning forward. "I find your light attractive, to be sure, but I find you quite pleasing to the eye, as well."
Bakura snorted. "Huh. Right. Anyway, I'd better get Ryou. He usually does the cooking."
Malik leaned forward even more, intrigued. "Oh? You force him to cook?"
Bakura rolled his eyes, getting up. "Hardly. He forces me to not cook."
Malik simply laughed.
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(Malik POV)
Damn, that Ryou's hot. Bakura is, too, but Ryou more of an intrigue, a sort of innocence, that Bakura doesn't have anymore. However, Bakura has a sort of sensuality, a kind of seductive nature, that Ryou doesn't.
They're both hot.
They're so hot, I can't sleep. I'm supposed to be, of course, but I can't. Knowing that both of them are just one room away... it's getting really hard to concentrate.
Okay, now I have to go to the bathroom.
...
...
...Okay, done. Fuck, I can't control my feet. They're leading me right into Ryou's room.
Damn. He looks like an angel. His pale hair, spread out around him like a halo... hey, he's not wearing a shirt! Okay, I've lost control of my hands as well.
Now I'm standing over him, looking down, at his pure, innocent face. His gorgeous body. I don't understand. When I look at him... there's this weird... warmth. There's no other word to explain it: it's just a warmth, a heat inside my body. Not lust, certainly not. I know what lust feels like. Lust is what I felt before, when I saw Ryou for the first time.
This is something more, something not quite in my body. Almost... okay, I'm leaving.
I don't believe in love.
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(Ryou POV)
Malik was just in my room. Mumbling something about love. Yami -- my yami, Bakura -- said Malik was insane, but I didn't believe it.
Now I'm kind of starting to.
He's talking to himself. Malik is, I mean. He was staring down at me for nearly five minutes, and I was ready to yell for my yami to come out and beat him. I know Malik's attractive, but... I don't really want anyone looking at me like that.
Except for my yami. I don't mind him looking at me like that. Or I wouldn't mind if he did.
I don't think Bakura cares for me the way I feel for him. And how do I feel for my yami?
Obvious. I love him.
Okay, admittedly I've never been in love before, but I think that's what it is. An odd warmth, a strange creeping feeling that moves around, making you tongue-tied around that person. It's like... if they're happy, you're happy. If they're sad, you're sad. As long as they're satisfied, you are, too.
That's how I feel about Bakura.
But I don't think he feels about me like that. He's protective, I'll give him that. Hell, he was telling Malik earlier that I was his. I know I was supposed to be in my room, but I couldn't resist listening. Besides, I saw Malik's pants.
And frankly, I don't really want anyone to feel like that about me unless it's Bakura... but I don't think Bakura would feel about me like that.
I can still hope, though, can't I?
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(Normal POV)
"Breakfast!" Ryou called cheerfully, a bright smile across his face. A moment later, a grumpy-looking Malik and a half-dead Bakura stumbled into the room, both muttering a half-hearted "Gah," before nearly falling into their chairs.
Ryou stared at them. "Hey, I know I'm not the most interesting thing you'd like to see right now, but I did go out of my way to make you both breakfast, so the least you could do is say 'Good morning' cheerfully." he sniffed in indignation and slammed the bacon down between them, then turned and flounced away. "I'm going to go take a shower," he called over his shoulder, a light smirk crossing his face as he saw the other two males staring at each other in shock.
After stumbling around his room and finally finding some clothing that didn't belong to Bakura, Ryou settled in the bathroom, stripping deftly and stepping into the shower with a sigh of satisfaction.
Man, he thought, flushing bright red as he remembered what had happened last night. He had been having a downright naughty dream -- a naughty dream that just happened to involve two very attractive males.
Suddenly he dropped his head in his hands, a groan slipping past his lips. "I can't believe I dreamt that," he muttered to himself, slipping down until he was sitting under the torrent of warm water. "I mean, just 'Kura is one thing, but Malik, too...?! What the hell was I thinking?!"
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(Bakura POV)
I can't believe Ryou just left me with this psycho egyptian. What the fuck was I thinking, inviting him over last night?! I must have had my head up my arse. I should have known that Malik would find Ryou attractive. Shit, everyone does. I should have thought of that.
I saw how Ryou was eyeing Malik, too. Dammit! Ryou is *mine*! He's *my* light, and it's *my* choice who he fucks with. Naturally, I'm the only one he can fuck, so... heheh... I guess I win on that account.
Fuck, now we're out of milk. Damn Malik! He drank the last of it. That bastard.
"Baku-u-u-ura~?" he's singing my name. And I thought he was scary before...
"What," I growl, still peering around the fridge (useful invention, that) for some milk that might have escaped my searching gaze.
"I'm sorry I drank all the milk."
HAH! Don't make me laugh, asshole. You aren't sorry at all. Now I remember why I ended up killing his yami in ancient Egypt...
"Don't worry about it." Ryou would kill me if he found out I insulted a guest, no matter who that guest might be.
"No, I am worrying. I know; why don't I go get some more?" He's smirking, damn him. He knows what Ryou would want me to say.
"No, it's okay," I grind out, attempting a smile. I know it looks more like a grimace, but what the fuck. "I can go get it."
So now I have to go buy him milk. Great. I should have kicked him out of the house last night. Then maybe I might have had the chance to talk to Ryou.
Oh, well. Might as well see if the beer's on sale.
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(Malik POV)
Heheh... Bakura's mad. I know exactly what Ryou would say if Bakura didn't offer to get the milk, and he knows it just as well. So now I'm alone for at least half an hour... with one of the hottest, most alluring and sensual people I have ever seen.
Today, I will show that boy how much I love him.
Oh, shit. Shit shit shit. Did I really just think that? Did I just say I wanted him to love me? Oh, gods, I did. I really did. Damn, this is way to confusing. I don't believe in love.
But bitching about it won't help. Ryou... I need him. I want him. I want him, in his essence. His love. His warmth. His passion. Everything about him, I want. I can't help but love him.
Now I know how Bakura feels. I can tell he loves his light, loves him deeply, but years -- centuries -- of hiding your emotions can be hell for showing love. So he just attempts to make Ryou's live easier.
It's hard to be around Ryou and not love him. He has this passion that warms everything in sight, making you feel so happy and peaceful. And Bakura...
That's another problem: Bakura. He's got something just as enticing as Ryou does, if slightly different. I know my yami, Mariku, once loved Bakura back in Egypt. Sure, Bakura's loud, obnoxious, and one possesive son-of-a-bitch, but it's hard to avoid him. But I don't think I love Bakura. No; not at all.
At least, that's what I'm telling myself. I love Ryou, not Bakura. Just Ryou. Only Ryou.
Always Ryou...
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(Normal POV, nearly a month later)
"Malik!?" Ryou stared in horror at the mess Malik and Bakura had made in his kitchen. "Yami!?"
To dirty young men looked up in surprise, then flushed. "Ah, Ryou, welcome home," Malik tried lamely.
Bakura nodded vigorously. He was still a bit cold to Malik, but he knew it was because he was jealous of the blonde Egyptian. Malik loved Ryou, and didn't hesitate to show it, although he had never mentioned it to the beautiful white-haired boy. Bakura loved Ryou, too, but his pride allowed none of his feelings to be told. And Malik knew it.
Ryou didn't acknowledge the response. He simply slowly turned and gaped soundlessly at the mess of his once-clean kitchen.
"What... the hell... did you do?!" he choked out finally.
Malik and Bakura looked at each other sheepishly, then turned back. "We were kind of making a batch of cookies," Bakura offered weakly.
"O-oh?" Ryou looked paler than usual.
"We -- I -- we were going to clean up afterwards," Malik finished lamely.
Ryou nodded, then smiled like the sun coming out from behind a cloud. "I bought some clothes." his smile widened. "I really like some of it. I'll be changing if you need me." Then he paused, glancing at Bakura. "Bakura, you're going to visit Mariku today, right?"
Bakura nodded in confirmation, and Ryou smiled.
"Well, clean up in a hurry, then," he said warmly. "I wouldn't want you to be late." then he waved his hand before his face, a look of horror washing over his face. "And open some windows or something! It reeks in here!"
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(Malik POV)
Bakura's gone, off to see my yami. They've become friends again, though things were a bit sticky when they first met, seeing as how my yami was still pissed at being killed by Bakura. But the important thing is that he's gone.
Ryou's alone.
I've waited for this moment for a long, long time. Ever since I met Ryou, I've waited for a chance to see him alone. I can hear him changing as I climb the stairs, and I can't stop from smirking.
Bakura has wanted to do this for so long; he might be angry. No, scratch that: he will be angry. Pissed. Beyond livid. But for Ryou, it's worth it. Anything is.
"M-Malik?!" he's just slipped on a white button up shirt, buttons currently undone, and looks surprised that I'd actually come barging in here.
"Ryou," I murmur, closing the door behind me, "I want to show you something."
He blinks. "Wh-what? O-okay, I suppose --"
He's cut off as I kiss him, hard. He's unresisting; that's always a bonus.
Then he pushes away from me, shock lighting his gorgeous brown eyes. "What are you doing?!"
I smile as I slowly undo my shirt, pulling it over my chest and head. "What's it look like," I reply as I deposit my shirt on the floor, glancing at him with half-closed eyes. "I'm gonna show you what you've missed."
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Welp! All done. That's the prologue. Wanna find out what the hell happens next? Easy: go on and read the next chapter. However, if you don't like yaoi, leave now. I'm not warnin' you again. It's got yaoi, as in boys fucking boys, so if you don't like it, that's your problem. If you read, that's great. I'm happy for you ^.^
Ja! - Rian
Hey, sorry I didn't update for such a long time~ See, I was grounded. Yes, grounded. Bleah. But, I'm back now, so let the festivities begin!
A Moment in Time: Prologue
By Rian Kawaii_Nekochan21@yahoo.com
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Malik sighed, getting off his motorcycle. He glanced up at the sky as he chained it to the bike rack next to the general store; it looked like rain.
He nodded to a young mother who held the door for him and looked down the aisle, grinning mentally when he saw Bakura arguing with the clerk.
"I'm telling you, I am old enough to drink!" Bakura was snarling, motioning at the alchohol on the counter next to him angrily. "I just forgot my drivers license --"
"That's because you don't have one," Malik drawled, sauntering down towards the two.
The clerk looked up and barely stifled a groan; Malik smirked. Then he turned to Bakura, his smirk widening. "What's up, 'Kura?"
Bakura snarled. "Piss off, Ishtar. What do you want?"
Malik assumed a hurt expression. "Moi? Nothing." at Bakura's narrowed eyes, he grinned. "Well, I am here to buy some milk, but that's beside the point."
The clerk looked relieved, turning to face him. "H-how many did you want, sir?" he asked, his voice trembling a bit.
Malik bit back a crass reply and shrugged. "Two."
The clerk nodded and rang them up, and Malik turned to Bakura, smirking. "So, what're you up to, today?"
Bakura eyed him, then sighed in defeat. "I was trying to convince Ryou to try some alchohol."
Malik raised an eyebrow. "Ryou? You mean your light?"
Bakura gave him a 'No shit,' look, and he grinned, raising his hands in an impromptu block. "Just makin' sure."
Bakura snorted. "Huh." he gave Malik a curious look, then smirked. "You haven't seen Ryou since Battle City, have you?" at Malik's negative shake of the head, his smirk grew. "Why don't you come over? Ryou might be happy to have someone over."
Malik looked up at the ceiling, a thoughtful expression appearing on his tan face. "You'd do that for him?"
Bakura shrugged, looking uncomfortable. "I'm tryin' to be more caring." a distasteful look appeared. "Besides, the pharaoh would skin me alive if I didn't treat him right."
"I'd need to drop the milk off at home for Isis... would you be willing to wait?"
Bakura considered. "Could you give me a ride?" a grimace graced his face. "I don't wanna take the bus again."
Malik sneered in derision. "Public transportation... ugh. Sure, I've got my motorcycle outside." he turned to the clerk, handing him the money, then turned back. "Let's go."
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Ryou yawned, hopping off the couch and stretching languidly, brushing his pale white hair off his face absently. "Where's Bakura?" he murmured to himself, stepping over to the front door.
As he stopped in front of the window, he frowned, hearing the roar of a motor. Peeking out, he nearly fell backwards upon seeing his darkness hop off a sleek-looking motorcycle -- a motorcycle that belonged to a certain gorgeous tan egyptian.
Bakura smirked at seeing Ryou's panicked expression as he walked into the door. "Say hello to Malik, Ryou," he grinned, secretly savouring the shock in his light's eyes.
Malik smiled cheerfully at Ryou. "Hey, Ryou," he greeted, cocking his head to the side unconciously. "How have you been? I haven't seen you since Battle City."
Ryou attempted a smile. "Ah, fine, thanks. And you?"
Bakura coughed. "I'll be right back -- I need to put my beer in the fridge."
As he walked out of the room, Malik turned back to the younger boy, examining him.
Ryou had shoulder-length white hair, framing his somewhat effeminite face and chocolate eyes. His slim body was rather short, which didn't bother Malik at all, and his pale skin accented his hair perfectly. It was a pity he didn't dress like Bakura did -- all tight clothes -- but Malik didn't mind one bit. It just let his imagination run wild.
Malik smirked akwardly, trying not to show his attraction to the smaller boy, though his pants -- which were tight enough to make Bakura proud -- were making that rather difficult. "Do you wanna sit down?"
Ryou started. He had been eyeing Malik as well, admiring his shoulder-length golden hair, lavender eyes, and slender, tan body. He was conciously aware of the tightening of his own pants as he watched the attractive boy in front of him, and that did nothing to console him as Malik smiled, making his face light up like a sunrise. "Sure," he squeaked out, walking rather stiffly to the couch, hoping against hope that Malik wouldn't ask what was wrong.
Luckily for him, Malik had similar thoughts running through his mind as well. His pants were also tight -- uncomfortably so -- and Ryou wasn't making it any easier, even acting as innocent as he was.
It came as a relief -- to both of them -- when Bakura stepped out of the kitchen, two sodas and a beer in his hands. "Why the fuck are you just staring?" he demanded, seeing both his light and the egyptian engaged in what looked like a staring contest. "I thought you were going to talk or reminise or some other shit! Malik?"
Both started and stared at him, Ryou flushing. Malik simply smiled and stretched, aware of the admiring gaze from the lighter half of the duo. "Sorry," he replied languidly, sitting back and hoping against hope that Bakura wouldn't notice his pants.
Bakura noticed, anyway. "What the fu -- Ryou, go to your room."
Ryou blinked, about to protest, then sighed and walked slowly up the stairs. Malik watched the pale boy trudge away, then turned to Bakura, a satisfied look in his violet eyes. "Quite an attractive light you have there, Bakura."
Bakura growled. "I'm letting you stay here tonight, Malik, but don't try anything on my light, got it? He's mine."
Malik attempted an innocent expression. "Who, me?"
Bakura raised an eyebrow. "Yes, you. I saw that look you gave him." he glanced down at the other boy's crotch, then snorted. "It looks like your whole head is attracted to him."
Malik glared down at the culprit. "Damn you," he muttered before looking up at Bakura."I think we should try to get along, Bakura," he said lightly, leaning forward. "I find your light attractive, to be sure, but I find you quite pleasing to the eye, as well."
Bakura snorted. "Huh. Right. Anyway, I'd better get Ryou. He usually does the cooking."
Malik leaned forward even more, intrigued. "Oh? You force him to cook?"
Bakura rolled his eyes, getting up. "Hardly. He forces me to not cook."
Malik simply laughed.
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(Malik POV)
Damn, that Ryou's hot. Bakura is, too, but Ryou more of an intrigue, a sort of innocence, that Bakura doesn't have anymore. However, Bakura has a sort of sensuality, a kind of seductive nature, that Ryou doesn't.
They're both hot.
They're so hot, I can't sleep. I'm supposed to be, of course, but I can't. Knowing that both of them are just one room away... it's getting really hard to concentrate.
Okay, now I have to go to the bathroom.
...
...
...Okay, done. Fuck, I can't control my feet. They're leading me right into Ryou's room.
Damn. He looks like an angel. His pale hair, spread out around him like a halo... hey, he's not wearing a shirt! Okay, I've lost control of my hands as well.
Now I'm standing over him, looking down, at his pure, innocent face. His gorgeous body. I don't understand. When I look at him... there's this weird... warmth. There's no other word to explain it: it's just a warmth, a heat inside my body. Not lust, certainly not. I know what lust feels like. Lust is what I felt before, when I saw Ryou for the first time.
This is something more, something not quite in my body. Almost... okay, I'm leaving.
I don't believe in love.
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(Ryou POV)
Malik was just in my room. Mumbling something about love. Yami -- my yami, Bakura -- said Malik was insane, but I didn't believe it.
Now I'm kind of starting to.
He's talking to himself. Malik is, I mean. He was staring down at me for nearly five minutes, and I was ready to yell for my yami to come out and beat him. I know Malik's attractive, but... I don't really want anyone looking at me like that.
Except for my yami. I don't mind him looking at me like that. Or I wouldn't mind if he did.
I don't think Bakura cares for me the way I feel for him. And how do I feel for my yami?
Obvious. I love him.
Okay, admittedly I've never been in love before, but I think that's what it is. An odd warmth, a strange creeping feeling that moves around, making you tongue-tied around that person. It's like... if they're happy, you're happy. If they're sad, you're sad. As long as they're satisfied, you are, too.
That's how I feel about Bakura.
But I don't think he feels about me like that. He's protective, I'll give him that. Hell, he was telling Malik earlier that I was his. I know I was supposed to be in my room, but I couldn't resist listening. Besides, I saw Malik's pants.
And frankly, I don't really want anyone to feel like that about me unless it's Bakura... but I don't think Bakura would feel about me like that.
I can still hope, though, can't I?
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(Normal POV)
"Breakfast!" Ryou called cheerfully, a bright smile across his face. A moment later, a grumpy-looking Malik and a half-dead Bakura stumbled into the room, both muttering a half-hearted "Gah," before nearly falling into their chairs.
Ryou stared at them. "Hey, I know I'm not the most interesting thing you'd like to see right now, but I did go out of my way to make you both breakfast, so the least you could do is say 'Good morning' cheerfully." he sniffed in indignation and slammed the bacon down between them, then turned and flounced away. "I'm going to go take a shower," he called over his shoulder, a light smirk crossing his face as he saw the other two males staring at each other in shock.
After stumbling around his room and finally finding some clothing that didn't belong to Bakura, Ryou settled in the bathroom, stripping deftly and stepping into the shower with a sigh of satisfaction.
Man, he thought, flushing bright red as he remembered what had happened last night. He had been having a downright naughty dream -- a naughty dream that just happened to involve two very attractive males.
Suddenly he dropped his head in his hands, a groan slipping past his lips. "I can't believe I dreamt that," he muttered to himself, slipping down until he was sitting under the torrent of warm water. "I mean, just 'Kura is one thing, but Malik, too...?! What the hell was I thinking?!"
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(Bakura POV)
I can't believe Ryou just left me with this psycho egyptian. What the fuck was I thinking, inviting him over last night?! I must have had my head up my arse. I should have known that Malik would find Ryou attractive. Shit, everyone does. I should have thought of that.
I saw how Ryou was eyeing Malik, too. Dammit! Ryou is *mine*! He's *my* light, and it's *my* choice who he fucks with. Naturally, I'm the only one he can fuck, so... heheh... I guess I win on that account.
Fuck, now we're out of milk. Damn Malik! He drank the last of it. That bastard.
"Baku-u-u-ura~?" he's singing my name. And I thought he was scary before...
"What," I growl, still peering around the fridge (useful invention, that) for some milk that might have escaped my searching gaze.
"I'm sorry I drank all the milk."
HAH! Don't make me laugh, asshole. You aren't sorry at all. Now I remember why I ended up killing his yami in ancient Egypt...
"Don't worry about it." Ryou would kill me if he found out I insulted a guest, no matter who that guest might be.
"No, I am worrying. I know; why don't I go get some more?" He's smirking, damn him. He knows what Ryou would want me to say.
"No, it's okay," I grind out, attempting a smile. I know it looks more like a grimace, but what the fuck. "I can go get it."
So now I have to go buy him milk. Great. I should have kicked him out of the house last night. Then maybe I might have had the chance to talk to Ryou.
Oh, well. Might as well see if the beer's on sale.
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(Malik POV)
Heheh... Bakura's mad. I know exactly what Ryou would say if Bakura didn't offer to get the milk, and he knows it just as well. So now I'm alone for at least half an hour... with one of the hottest, most alluring and sensual people I have ever seen.
Today, I will show that boy how much I love him.
Oh, shit. Shit shit shit. Did I really just think that? Did I just say I wanted him to love me? Oh, gods, I did. I really did. Damn, this is way to confusing. I don't believe in love.
But bitching about it won't help. Ryou... I need him. I want him. I want him, in his essence. His love. His warmth. His passion. Everything about him, I want. I can't help but love him.
Now I know how Bakura feels. I can tell he loves his light, loves him deeply, but years -- centuries -- of hiding your emotions can be hell for showing love. So he just attempts to make Ryou's live easier.
It's hard to be around Ryou and not love him. He has this passion that warms everything in sight, making you feel so happy and peaceful. And Bakura...
That's another problem: Bakura. He's got something just as enticing as Ryou does, if slightly different. I know my yami, Mariku, once loved Bakura back in Egypt. Sure, Bakura's loud, obnoxious, and one possesive son-of-a-bitch, but it's hard to avoid him. But I don't think I love Bakura. No; not at all.
At least, that's what I'm telling myself. I love Ryou, not Bakura. Just Ryou. Only Ryou.
Always Ryou...
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(Normal POV, nearly a month later)
"Malik!?" Ryou stared in horror at the mess Malik and Bakura had made in his kitchen. "Yami!?"
To dirty young men looked up in surprise, then flushed. "Ah, Ryou, welcome home," Malik tried lamely.
Bakura nodded vigorously. He was still a bit cold to Malik, but he knew it was because he was jealous of the blonde Egyptian. Malik loved Ryou, and didn't hesitate to show it, although he had never mentioned it to the beautiful white-haired boy. Bakura loved Ryou, too, but his pride allowed none of his feelings to be told. And Malik knew it.
Ryou didn't acknowledge the response. He simply slowly turned and gaped soundlessly at the mess of his once-clean kitchen.
"What... the hell... did you do?!" he choked out finally.
Malik and Bakura looked at each other sheepishly, then turned back. "We were kind of making a batch of cookies," Bakura offered weakly.
"O-oh?" Ryou looked paler than usual.
"We -- I -- we were going to clean up afterwards," Malik finished lamely.
Ryou nodded, then smiled like the sun coming out from behind a cloud. "I bought some clothes." his smile widened. "I really like some of it. I'll be changing if you need me." Then he paused, glancing at Bakura. "Bakura, you're going to visit Mariku today, right?"
Bakura nodded in confirmation, and Ryou smiled.
"Well, clean up in a hurry, then," he said warmly. "I wouldn't want you to be late." then he waved his hand before his face, a look of horror washing over his face. "And open some windows or something! It reeks in here!"
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(Malik POV)
Bakura's gone, off to see my yami. They've become friends again, though things were a bit sticky when they first met, seeing as how my yami was still pissed at being killed by Bakura. But the important thing is that he's gone.
Ryou's alone.
I've waited for this moment for a long, long time. Ever since I met Ryou, I've waited for a chance to see him alone. I can hear him changing as I climb the stairs, and I can't stop from smirking.
Bakura has wanted to do this for so long; he might be angry. No, scratch that: he will be angry. Pissed. Beyond livid. But for Ryou, it's worth it. Anything is.
"M-Malik?!" he's just slipped on a white button up shirt, buttons currently undone, and looks surprised that I'd actually come barging in here.
"Ryou," I murmur, closing the door behind me, "I want to show you something."
He blinks. "Wh-what? O-okay, I suppose --"
He's cut off as I kiss him, hard. He's unresisting; that's always a bonus.
Then he pushes away from me, shock lighting his gorgeous brown eyes. "What are you doing?!"
I smile as I slowly undo my shirt, pulling it over my chest and head. "What's it look like," I reply as I deposit my shirt on the floor, glancing at him with half-closed eyes. "I'm gonna show you what you've missed."
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Welp! All done. That's the prologue. Wanna find out what the hell happens next? Easy: go on and read the next chapter. However, if you don't like yaoi, leave now. I'm not warnin' you again. It's got yaoi, as in boys fucking boys, so if you don't like it, that's your problem. If you read, that's great. I'm happy for you ^.^
Ja! - Rian