I don't own Yuugi-Oh. It belongs to a genius named Kazuki
Takahashi. Worship him.
This story contains yaoi, shonen ai, a smidgen of incest, and...
well, swearing. Lotsa that. Maybe a lemon? Huh. Maybe.
A Moment in Time: Chapter Seven
By Rian Kawaii_Nekochan21@yahoo.com
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There was silence throughout the room. Three pairs of eyes
gazed anxiously at the short, tanned Egyptian boy near the center,
waiting for his response.
"Could I ever love you..." Said boy murmured, seemingly to
himself, looking thoughtful.
His darkness beside him sensed turmoil inside his lights heart
and secretly ached for him. How many times had he himself suffered from
unrequited love? Of course, it wasn't as if he had told his love about his
feelings, but that was beside the point.
Bakura and Ryou eyed one another speculatively, neither sure
what to make of the delay.
*What if he really doesn't?* Bakura thought, panic lending
wings to his thoughts. *What if he's never been attracted to me at all, and
I was just imagining it? Damn that boy; what's he waiting for?!*
A smooth voice interrupted his inner monologue. "Malik?"
his young lover asked, looking concerned.
Malik looked up in surprise, obviously startled out of whatever
reverie he had been involved in, and smiled weakly. "Just a moment," he
whispered, looking down once more.
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(Malik POV)
Dammit, this was not what I had in mind when I first decided I
wanted Ryou. I never expected to fall in love with him -- funny how life
works out -- and I certainly never expected to fall for that smart-ass,
first class bitch of a yami of his.
But here I am, loving both.
I am such a damned idiot sometimes...
Light? A deep voice -- metaphorically speaking -- broke into
my thoughts, scaring me shitless.
{Yami!} I hissed mentally, giving him a mental poke.
He only laughed. Ever since he fell in love with... *him*... he's
been much more mildmannered. Oh, well. He is just a fossilized old
egyptian goat, anyway.
I think the tombrobber's nervous.
{Bakura?}
Dammit, he does look nervous. Hah, he has nothing on me!
I'm the one who has to tell him how I feel. I'm such a fucking coward.
Yellow bellied, chicken livered --
{YAMI!!!!}
Shit, I should never have rented that damn pirate movie for
him. He got really stuck on it.
He's smirking. He knows he pissing me off.
{You're not helping, yami!}
[What do you want me to do, light?] He is really amused.
Too amused. I don't like this.
{Just shut up and help me figure out how to tell him how
I feel!}
[Don't say anything.]
Huh?
He must have seen the bewildered expression on my face,
because he starts mentally giggling. [Just knock him on the floor and
fuck him senseless. Ahh, what fun. Now, if I could just do that to --]
{Gah!}
Honestly, one of these days my yami is going to get
arrested just because he's always horny.
But I have to admit... that's a pretty good idea. Not the
fucking part, of course... not yet... (Oh, you just had to think that.)
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(Normal POV)
Malik stood up suddenly, startling both Ryou and Bakura,
who were staring with rapt horror at the barely stifled giggles coming
from the lump next to Malik.
"Bakura, I have an answer for you," he purred, a faux angry
look on his face.
Bakura swallowed. *Why am I so fucking nervous?!*
"And?" Ryou was forced to answer, his darkness being
preoccupied with staring at the floor.
"My answer, Bakura, is this."
Bakura barely had enough time to look up before a gold
and lavender streak hit him in the chest, knocking him backwards. Ryou
stifled a giggle -- Mariku didn't even bother stifling his -- as Bakura
gaped as best he could up at Malik, who was currently sucking on
Bakura's tongue.
"M-Malik?"
"That's a yes, dumb-ass," Malik growled, his erection
suddenly making an appearance, "since I couldn't figure how else to
say it."
Mariku decided, then, that it was time to go out and terrorize
the world, as the gasping and moaning coming from his living room were
joined by a third party.
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"Hot damn," Bakura ground out, Malik and Ryou cuddled
to his sides, "I'd forgotten how good that is."
"Five thousand years is a long time to abstain," Ryou agreed,
his tongue flicking out to tap a now-erect nipple.
Malik giggled at Bakura's reaction and duplicated the process,
lightly grating his teeth over the pink nub. "How would you know, Ryou?"
he teased, reaching one hand over to lightly grasp Ryou's erection. "This
is only your second time!"
"Shut up," Ryou grated, squeaking as Bakura started sucking on
his neck. "It's not as if I never -- eep! -- never had the chance before --"
Bakura laughed out loud as Malik 'accidently' rubbed up against
his light.
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End A Moment in Time: Chapter Seven
Umm... damn, I'm stuck for ideas. Anyone have one? Any plot
thoughts? I'd be reeeeeeaaaaally appreciative. Gah, maybe not. Come on,
people, I need ideas! Or should I just end it here?
Readers, your thoughts? -Rian
Takahashi. Worship him.
This story contains yaoi, shonen ai, a smidgen of incest, and...
well, swearing. Lotsa that. Maybe a lemon? Huh. Maybe.
A Moment in Time: Chapter Seven
By Rian Kawaii_Nekochan21@yahoo.com
---------------------------------------------------------------------
There was silence throughout the room. Three pairs of eyes
gazed anxiously at the short, tanned Egyptian boy near the center,
waiting for his response.
"Could I ever love you..." Said boy murmured, seemingly to
himself, looking thoughtful.
His darkness beside him sensed turmoil inside his lights heart
and secretly ached for him. How many times had he himself suffered from
unrequited love? Of course, it wasn't as if he had told his love about his
feelings, but that was beside the point.
Bakura and Ryou eyed one another speculatively, neither sure
what to make of the delay.
*What if he really doesn't?* Bakura thought, panic lending
wings to his thoughts. *What if he's never been attracted to me at all, and
I was just imagining it? Damn that boy; what's he waiting for?!*
A smooth voice interrupted his inner monologue. "Malik?"
his young lover asked, looking concerned.
Malik looked up in surprise, obviously startled out of whatever
reverie he had been involved in, and smiled weakly. "Just a moment," he
whispered, looking down once more.
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(Malik POV)
Dammit, this was not what I had in mind when I first decided I
wanted Ryou. I never expected to fall in love with him -- funny how life
works out -- and I certainly never expected to fall for that smart-ass,
first class bitch of a yami of his.
But here I am, loving both.
I am such a damned idiot sometimes...
Light? A deep voice -- metaphorically speaking -- broke into
my thoughts, scaring me shitless.
{Yami!} I hissed mentally, giving him a mental poke.
He only laughed. Ever since he fell in love with... *him*... he's
been much more mildmannered. Oh, well. He is just a fossilized old
egyptian goat, anyway.
I think the tombrobber's nervous.
{Bakura?}
Dammit, he does look nervous. Hah, he has nothing on me!
I'm the one who has to tell him how I feel. I'm such a fucking coward.
Yellow bellied, chicken livered --
{YAMI!!!!}
Shit, I should never have rented that damn pirate movie for
him. He got really stuck on it.
He's smirking. He knows he pissing me off.
{You're not helping, yami!}
[What do you want me to do, light?] He is really amused.
Too amused. I don't like this.
{Just shut up and help me figure out how to tell him how
I feel!}
[Don't say anything.]
Huh?
He must have seen the bewildered expression on my face,
because he starts mentally giggling. [Just knock him on the floor and
fuck him senseless. Ahh, what fun. Now, if I could just do that to --]
{Gah!}
Honestly, one of these days my yami is going to get
arrested just because he's always horny.
But I have to admit... that's a pretty good idea. Not the
fucking part, of course... not yet... (Oh, you just had to think that.)
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(Normal POV)
Malik stood up suddenly, startling both Ryou and Bakura,
who were staring with rapt horror at the barely stifled giggles coming
from the lump next to Malik.
"Bakura, I have an answer for you," he purred, a faux angry
look on his face.
Bakura swallowed. *Why am I so fucking nervous?!*
"And?" Ryou was forced to answer, his darkness being
preoccupied with staring at the floor.
"My answer, Bakura, is this."
Bakura barely had enough time to look up before a gold
and lavender streak hit him in the chest, knocking him backwards. Ryou
stifled a giggle -- Mariku didn't even bother stifling his -- as Bakura
gaped as best he could up at Malik, who was currently sucking on
Bakura's tongue.
"M-Malik?"
"That's a yes, dumb-ass," Malik growled, his erection
suddenly making an appearance, "since I couldn't figure how else to
say it."
Mariku decided, then, that it was time to go out and terrorize
the world, as the gasping and moaning coming from his living room were
joined by a third party.
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"Hot damn," Bakura ground out, Malik and Ryou cuddled
to his sides, "I'd forgotten how good that is."
"Five thousand years is a long time to abstain," Ryou agreed,
his tongue flicking out to tap a now-erect nipple.
Malik giggled at Bakura's reaction and duplicated the process,
lightly grating his teeth over the pink nub. "How would you know, Ryou?"
he teased, reaching one hand over to lightly grasp Ryou's erection. "This
is only your second time!"
"Shut up," Ryou grated, squeaking as Bakura started sucking on
his neck. "It's not as if I never -- eep! -- never had the chance before --"
Bakura laughed out loud as Malik 'accidently' rubbed up against
his light.
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End A Moment in Time: Chapter Seven
Umm... damn, I'm stuck for ideas. Anyone have one? Any plot
thoughts? I'd be reeeeeeaaaaally appreciative. Gah, maybe not. Come on,
people, I need ideas! Or should I just end it here?
Readers, your thoughts? -Rian