Summary: Ah...college...those were the days. Malik's readying Ryou's gift, Bakura tries to give Ryou a 'talk' that his father 'should've' gave him years ago, and Malik's getting jealous as the three go out to have some Christmas fun. Merry Christmas, Ryou, Malik and the others!

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Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to YGO nor do I claim to. Heck, I don't even own the story baseline!

Bakura = Ryou

Yami Bakura = Bakura

Marik = Malik

Yami Marik = Marik

This story contains Yaoi, don't like then don't read!

-Blah- Emphasized words

"Blah" Speaking

'Blah' Thoughts

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**** Flashback or Dream ****

//Bakura to Ryou//

/Ryou to Bakura/

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Those Were The Days

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Ryou smiled as he heard laughter coming from inside the house as he stepped onto the porch. Bakura was still in the car, grinning his ears offf after their finding, and Ryou rolled his eyes as Bakura gave a loud bark of evil laughter. When he opened the door, his smile widened, and he had to give a small giggle. His father and Malik were sitting in the livingroom across from each other, playing the American game of Monopoly on the coffee table. Malik looked up and gave Ryou a thumbs up as he opened the door.

Ryou placed his keys on the table next to the door and walked over to the living room. Not thinking, he placed a kiss on Malik's cheek as he sat down on the couch next to Malik, and leaned his head on Malik's shoulder. James raised an eyebrow, but turned around to look at the door, trying to see if Bakura had entered. When he didn't see the white haired, psycotic, alternate ego of his son, he turned back and raised his other eyebrow.

"Where's the psyco?"

Ryou groaned and buried his head into Malik's chest. "Never, ever, ever allow him to take me shopping again! Seven hours in three different malls! He is worse than a woman when it comes to shopping!"

Bakura decided to make his entrance, carrying all five of their bags. "Watch who you're calling woman, woman."

Ryou flipped him off and proceeded to remove himself from Malik and walk up to his bedroom, and Bakrua followed. Malik looked at his watch, grinned, and tiptoed up the stairs to see if he could find out what Bakura and Ryou had bought for him.

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Ryou moaned as he flopped down onto his unmade bed, face down. Bakura smirked and placed the bags down before sitting backwards on the swivel chair. "You, my hikari, and I need to have a little chat. "

Ryou rolled over and stared at Bakura through his long white bangs. "Haven't you bothered me enough today?"

Bakura smirked and shook his head. "I'm not going to take no for an answer. You need to hear what I have to say, and I doubt your father has the guts to come up here and tell you what I'm about to."

Ryou groaned, placed a pillow over his head, and motioned for Bakura to continue. Bakura smirked again and situated himself on the chair before starting. "My little Ryou, your father and I have noticed your, ahem, interest in Malik."

Ryou began to blush beneath the pillow. Outside in the hall, Malik raised his eyebrow and smirked as he imagined Ryou's reaction. Bakura was smirking as well, and continued on with his lecture.

"You are aware of the problems and complications that come with being gay, are you not?"

A muffled, "Bakura!" came from beneath the pillow.

Bakura began to blush as he continued on and started educating Ryou on some 'needed' information...

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Twenty minutes later found Bakura, Ryou, and Malik, who was still out in the hall, blushing like there was no tomorrow. Ryou was clutching the pillow to his face, Bakura was avoiding looking at his hikari, and Malik was staring wide eyed at the wall. After a few moments of uneasy silence, Bakura stood, and walked out of Ryou's room. He spotted Malik in the hall, and avoided meeting his eyes, but stopped before he reached the stairs.

"I, um, I wouldn't go near him for a while if I was you." Bakura, avoiding looking at Malik the whole time, nearly flew down the steps and into the kitchen.

Malik nervously poked his head into Ryou's room, only to see the other hikari staring at the wall wide eyed. When Malik cleared his throat, Ryou's eyes snapped to meet his own, and the blush on his cheeks deepened. "Please tell me that you didn't hear that."

Malik looked away for a moment before staring at Ryou. "I won't mention that I heard it if you want me to."

Ryou took the pillow that was lying against his side and smashed it to his face to muffle the screams pouring from his mouth like water. Malik went over and sat on the side of the bed. Ryou curled away from him and groaned as Bakura's still fresh words echoed in his mind. Malik began to run his fingers through Ryou's hair, and smiled as Ryou began to relax against him. In a few short moments, Ryou had turned over onto his back, and had his eyes closed as Malik gently massaged his scalp. Malik bent down and gave Ryou a gentle kiss before pulling the covers over Ryou's body and smiling.

"Take a nap, Ryou. I'll be out for a while, but I'll have your father wake you in a while."

Ryou nodded and curled up against his pillow as sleep began to take over him. "Enjoy yourself..."

Malik ran his fingers through Ryou's hair one more time before leaving the room, to ready himself for his own shopping trip for Ryou's gift.

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Malik's shopping trip was less hectic than Ryou's and he had found almost everything he needed for his gift. Kaiba had stopped growling about boring shopping trips when Malik had explained his gift to him, and was now helping Malik look for a great deal on a cabin rental for the weekend. Now, I can't tell you more about these gifts, or else it would ruin the surprise for everyone, so we'll skip on ahead a few hours...

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When Malik walked into the house, he had to surpress a laugh. Ryou was leaning against the fridge, arms crossed, nose in the air, and was ignoring Bakura, who had some articles of clothing in his hands. James was sitting at the table with a grin on his face, and a cup of coffee in his hands. He smiled at Malik, and motioned for him to sit and watch the two holders of the Millennium Ring with him. Ryou smiled brightly when Malik sat down, and brushed past Bakura to go and sit upon Malik's lap. After a brief kiss, Ryou glared at Bakura, who now had a mischevious grin on his face.

"Malik," Bakura began. "Try to convince your boyfriend here to put this outfit on, and go out to a club with us tonight."

Malik smirked. "Sounds like fun. Why don't you want to wear it, Ryou?"

Ryou rolled his eyes as though the answer was the most obvious thing in the world. "You look at it and tell me why."

Malik took the garment from Bakura and smirked when he look at it. It was a black shirt with long fish net sleeves, and a pair of Ryou's pants, except these were a bit tighter around the hips. The shirt was short enough to reveal Ryou's navel, and Malik was nearly drooling at the thought of this outfit on Ryou.

Bakura noticed the look that came over Malik's face and grinned at Ryou triumphantly. Ryou looked from Malik to Bakura and back again before glaring and taking the clothes out of Malik's hands. "You both better be ready by the time I am." With that, he got off of Malik's lap and trudged up to the bathroom to shower.

Bakura gave Malik a high five, and went up to his own room to change. Malik waited a few moments and then followed Bakura upstairs to go get dressed.

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Thirty minutes later, Ryou was brushing out his wet hair, trying to apply his eyeliner, and avoiding looking in the mirror at himself. Malik was right about the length of the shirt; With minimal movement, Ryou's naval was exposed. His studded belt could be seen perfectly, and Ryou's pants were about three inches below the end of his black shirt. He was about to put his hair in it's usual ponitail when Bakura opened the bathroom door, shut it, and took the rubber band from Ryou's hands.

"Leave it down tonight." Ryou raised an eyebrow, but obliged. Bakura smirked, and that was the only warning Ryou got before Bakura took a spray bottle out from who knows where and began to spray it's contents onto Ryou's body.

"What is that?"

Bakura looked up from his spot next to Ryou's leg, where he was trying to smooth a crease out of the baggy black pants, and spray his legs with the bottle. "Glitter."

Ryou rolled his eyes, but allowed Bakura to start spraying his hair, and smiled at himself when Bakura held the bottle out to his hikari and motioned for him to do the same for him. Ryou began to spritz Bakura's hair, which was in a low ponitail, his red button down silky top, and his loose leather pants. Bakura thanked Ryou, let himself out of the bathroom, and hollered to Malik that he needed to finish getting his butt ready to go.

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IMPORTANT: I know it's no where near the length of the other chapters, and it hasn't gotten to their Christmas gifts, but I've hit a block on the story line for this. It'll take a few weeks, and it'll be way past Christmas by the time the next chapter's up, but I will finish this.

Please don't get angry, and I do hope you all will understand that I need to take a break. I haven't updated in a while because of this problem, plus the fact that we have been having phone trouble and I haven't been able to get online. Apparently, a mouse got inside the wire box that brings the phone line into our house, and chewed several important wires. We just got the phone back yesterday, and I had a ton of emails from people asking me about why this hasn't been updated.

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