KIWI'S NOTES: *sigh* still no sign of chapter 10... would someone PLEASE be so kind as to send it to me?! kiwi@sennen-ring.net
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STRESS REMEDY
BY LOGO
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Discovered that Yarik can't sleep because of all the caffeine. Same with Yami, but strangely enough, he's not bugging me as much. He was just lying there, while Yarik has a tendency to bounce up and down and ramble, and he is LOUD. He does it out of boredom, not hyperness, and that's the most annoying part.
So what are we doing?
Of all things, we ended up playing Frustration. That weird board game with the popping thing in the middle for the dice. Thing is, Ryou's had it since he was about six. Therefore, all the pieces are missing and the popping thing won't work. So we've got a regular dice which we had to write numbers on with a permenant marker because the dots wore off, and various little random objects that won't fit in the holes. To make it faster, (and allowing all six of us to play) we only have one each. The pieces are from Cluedo and Monopoly. Those games involve too much thinking to play right now.
Basically, we're all a little bit drunk. We didn't have enough to get completely smashed, or even go over the legal driving limit, but we're still acting... well, just plain stupid, to be honest.
Except for Yarik. He said it tasted like shit and wanted Vimto instead. So he's acting normal. Well, okay, normal for him, at least.
"Ryou, question," Yugi asks. "Since when has a six sided dice had the number nine on it?"
"Since I decided it would be interesting," Ryou replies, shrugging.
"Minus three?"
"Otogi's gonna kill you for defacing his beloved dice, Ryou," Yami snickers.
Marik would have snorted, but he sneezed instead. He's gone through about three packets of tissues since he got here. "That guy has an unhealthy obsession with dice. Next thing you know he'll be using them to masturbate or something."
Yami looks confused. He doesn't get it. You'd think after all the time with Yugi he'd know what he was talking about. "Uh...?"
Growling, Marik tries to elaborate. "Not that way, I mean..."
"GOD! How would he get it out?!" Ryou cries out, before blushing, making me struggle to regain control of my body, and laughing in embarrassment. Everyone looks pretty much shocked at this outburst. I am impressed. Has he always been able to follow everyone else's perversion and make his own contributions, or is it the small amount of alcohol having its effects?
"Hospital?" I suggest, shrugging.
"Yeah, and what would he say?" Marik demands. "'Sorry, doctor, but I was playing with my dice and one somehow went up my ass' probably wouldn't be convincing..."
"Tweezers?" is Yugi's suggestion. "Imagine if he missed... he'd impale himself!"
Yami winces. "Ouch. Painful."
"Bloody," Yarik adds, with a somewhat dreamy look on his face. He's... scary.
"What if they had to operate?" Marik wonders. "The pain after would be so much he'd be walking funny..."
This is the point at which I start to wonder why we are even having this conversation. And, just when Yarik starts getting a bit too excited about the prospect of blood and starts thinking about going and shoving a dice up Otogi's ass himself, I make this thought known to everyone else. Not discouraging Yarik, because I think that would be quite amusing.
"Why the FUCK are we talking about Otogi's sexual dice fetishes?!"
"I have no idea," Marik replies. He looks confused for a moment, before sneezing again. "Ugh, I think my cold's getting worse..."
"Snotface," Ryou snickers. He rolls the little dice, and watches it bounce off the dead popping-thing, and roll under Marik's crossed legs. Marik stands up, pulls a face as his leg cramps up from sitting in that position for too long, and falls back down again, on top of Yami, who yells out and promptly throws Marik into Yarik. Yarik having quite the predatory smirk on his face, before shoving his tongue down his unfortunate aibou's throat.
"What number is it?" Yugi wants to know.
"Six," Ryou replies. "No wait... maybe it's nine..."
"You should have made it clear which was which," Yami groans, rolling his eyes.
"Well, sorry, I wasn't particularly concerned whether it looked like a six or a nine," Ryou responds, annoyed. "Let's just say it was a nine."
"No way, you little cheat!" Yami snaps. "You said six first!"
"Yeah, but it's not a six."
"How can you tell?"
"I wrote it on the dice," Ryou shrugs.
"Well... nine shouldn't even be ON a dice! Both of them should be six!"
Marik lets out a yelp. Yarik, apparently, just nipped his neck. I must not become jealous. I am perfectly happy not being with Ryou at this time... yes, I'm lying to myself, it's the best way to avoid killing the sexiest creature on the planet.
"Bakura, are you alright?" Yugi asks me. "Your eye's twitching like Hell."
I notice that Ryou takes the little metal car and moves it nine spaces while Yami turns to face Yugi, landing it in the 'home' area. "I win!" he chirps, happily.
Yami glares at him. "I thought you were the ship, not the car."
Ryou shrugs. "You think I can remember?"
"You cheated."
"Not intentionally, if I even did at all."
I am refraining from mentioning that not only have we ALL managed to switch pieces at some point at the other, Ryou wasn't the ship OR the car. He was the Cluedo candlestick. But Ryou won, not Yami. I can live my death happily knowing that Yami lost something.
And besides, he can't have intentionally cheated anyway, because the candlestick is six spaces away from the home area.
"Well, bed time?"
"You CHEATED!"
Ryou rolls his eyes. "Shut up, and go to bed. We finished the game."
"And besides, that was a SIX!"
"Enough, Yami," Yugi mutters. "This is a game of LUCK, not strategy!"
"He STILL cheated!"
"Bed, Yami."
"Sore loser?" Marik 'innocently' inquires, breaking away from Yarik.
"I am NOT a sore loser, he CHEATED!" Yami yells, about to hit the Egyptian boy, simply for the lack of anything better to do.
"...I like oranges."
That comment came directly from Ryou, who was deliberately being random to distract everyone from killing each other. It works. I could seriously hurt him right now. It looked like we were actually going to get some form of entertainment for a moment there, as opposed to mindlessness.
Yugi blinks slowly and deliberately, in a rather pathetic attempt at displaying confusion. "I thought you hated oranges."
"I do, it's just the first fruit that came to mind. I prefer pomegranates."
"Aren't they the blood-red ones that look like onions?" Yarik inquires. "That you stab with pins?"
Ryou nods. "Now, it's bed time."
"Don't forget to kiss each other good night!" Yugi chirps.
I twitch. Yugi sounds far too happy. I do not 'do' happy. If he keeps it up, he might just drive me to multiple suicide attempts which will all fail, but still cause a substantial amount of pain.
Yarik is apparently quite happy to talk about fruit though. Avoidance of bed, I assume. "I think lemons are better than pomegranates."
"Both kinds too, knowing you," Marik sighs. This time it's Yarik's turn to look confused. It's extremely unusual to see him confused, and the expression doesn't suit him a whole lot.
"'Both kinds'?"
"On the net, a lemon is usually an explicit sex scene in a story," Marik explains, looking quite pleased with himself for knowing something Yarik didn't. His yami looks thoughtful for a moment.
"I think I prefer the real thing," he eventually concludes, jumping on top of Marik, knocking him into Yami yet again.
"Hey!" Yami shouts, struggling to push the two off him. "Do that in bed!"
"What?" Yarik asks, with a grin that can only be described as evil on his face. "You mean you don't mind if we fu..."
"I do," Ryou interrupts. "I'm not having you make a mess on my sofa bed, because I most certainly am NOT prepared to clean up after you! Besides, the rest of us need to sleep!"
I decide to retreat to Ryou's bed. He has a high sleeper, and the desk and futon are underneath, while the sofa bed is on the other side of the room. The ladder hurts my feet. I'm surprised Ryou never complains about that. Anyway, once I'm up there, I lean over and say "well, aren't you going to go to bed? It's two in the morning, you know."
Everyone pretty much agrees with me, possibly out of tiredness and possibly out of the fact it is me saying that. So there's a little while as everyone scrambles to their assigned beds. I feel slightly jealous of Yami and Yugi, because the futon is quite narrow so they have to get a lot closer to each other. If Ryou and I shared the futon... well, actually, I think I'd be more anxious about controlling my alcohol-affected body than I am right now. So in a way, it's a good thing and a bad thing that we're sharing Ryou's bed, which is nearly twice as wide as my futon.
After turning off the light, Ryou clambers into bed with me, and we have a quick struggle over the pillow, until Ryou, fortunately and unfortunately, gives up and says he'll use me as a pillow instead.
So now I have Ryou clinging to me, with his head resting on my shoulder, his back facing the wall.
I can't help but stay completely still, staring off into space, trying to force myself not to think about the being currently attached to me. The last thing I need is to get aroused while sharing a bed with him.
And I stay like this for a little while, failing to avoid arousal, hoping to Ra that Ryou wouldn't notice, even though he's apparently asleep now, and being annoyed with the fact that Yami is snoring.
Then the desk lamp turns on.
"What are you doing?" I ask, keeping my voice low. Marik looks quite irritated.
"I need a sock."
"Why?"
"To stuff in Yami's mouth."
Makes sense. I would personally like to shove something a bit more pointy and lethal down his throat, but a sock will do if it makes him quieter.
"Top drawer."
Marik nods, collects a rather old sock, and a few seconds later it becomes a bit more silent. Once again, it all goes dark, and Marik returns to the sofa bed.
Ryou moves slightly, almost nuzzling me. In fact, if I hadn't known he was asleep, I would say he WAS nuzzling me.
I try to go to sleep, seriously struggling to ignore my body's protests. However, when Ryou moves his hand across my chest, I can't help but shudder slightly, and all chances of restraining my arousal disappear. And it gets worse when Ryou moves his hand further down, and I can't help but moan.
It's when he gets a little bit too close to my arousal that I finally decide to wake him up. It's not fair to take advantage of him like that. Since when did I care? Since it was Ryou.
"Ryou, wake up," I hiss, nudging him with my elbow. Ryou groans slightly, and wriggles slightly closer to me.
"I wasn't asleep."
This is when I completely freeze. After a moment, I thaw enough to speak.
"You weren't? Then what...why are you..?" I whisper, stumbling quite uncharacteristically, turning my head slightly to see him. I can only just make out his face in the darkness, although part of it is illuminated by the light coming through the curtains. I can't see him well enough to make out his expression, although I'm sensing he's a bit anxious as to how I'm going to react.
"Because I... well I..." He's trembling a little now, and makes as if to move. I thought for a moment he was moving away. I was very wrong to think this, because right now, I am very close to Ryou. Close in that we are currently sharing mouths.
He tastes of chocolate. He was eating it just before we came to bed, so I suppose that explains it.
Well, this turned out quite unusually.
Who would have guessed that it would be Ryou to make the first move?
END OF PART 9
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STRESS REMEDY
BY LOGO
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Discovered that Yarik can't sleep because of all the caffeine. Same with Yami, but strangely enough, he's not bugging me as much. He was just lying there, while Yarik has a tendency to bounce up and down and ramble, and he is LOUD. He does it out of boredom, not hyperness, and that's the most annoying part.
So what are we doing?
Of all things, we ended up playing Frustration. That weird board game with the popping thing in the middle for the dice. Thing is, Ryou's had it since he was about six. Therefore, all the pieces are missing and the popping thing won't work. So we've got a regular dice which we had to write numbers on with a permenant marker because the dots wore off, and various little random objects that won't fit in the holes. To make it faster, (and allowing all six of us to play) we only have one each. The pieces are from Cluedo and Monopoly. Those games involve too much thinking to play right now.
Basically, we're all a little bit drunk. We didn't have enough to get completely smashed, or even go over the legal driving limit, but we're still acting... well, just plain stupid, to be honest.
Except for Yarik. He said it tasted like shit and wanted Vimto instead. So he's acting normal. Well, okay, normal for him, at least.
"Ryou, question," Yugi asks. "Since when has a six sided dice had the number nine on it?"
"Since I decided it would be interesting," Ryou replies, shrugging.
"Minus three?"
"Otogi's gonna kill you for defacing his beloved dice, Ryou," Yami snickers.
Marik would have snorted, but he sneezed instead. He's gone through about three packets of tissues since he got here. "That guy has an unhealthy obsession with dice. Next thing you know he'll be using them to masturbate or something."
Yami looks confused. He doesn't get it. You'd think after all the time with Yugi he'd know what he was talking about. "Uh...?"
Growling, Marik tries to elaborate. "Not that way, I mean..."
"GOD! How would he get it out?!" Ryou cries out, before blushing, making me struggle to regain control of my body, and laughing in embarrassment. Everyone looks pretty much shocked at this outburst. I am impressed. Has he always been able to follow everyone else's perversion and make his own contributions, or is it the small amount of alcohol having its effects?
"Hospital?" I suggest, shrugging.
"Yeah, and what would he say?" Marik demands. "'Sorry, doctor, but I was playing with my dice and one somehow went up my ass' probably wouldn't be convincing..."
"Tweezers?" is Yugi's suggestion. "Imagine if he missed... he'd impale himself!"
Yami winces. "Ouch. Painful."
"Bloody," Yarik adds, with a somewhat dreamy look on his face. He's... scary.
"What if they had to operate?" Marik wonders. "The pain after would be so much he'd be walking funny..."
This is the point at which I start to wonder why we are even having this conversation. And, just when Yarik starts getting a bit too excited about the prospect of blood and starts thinking about going and shoving a dice up Otogi's ass himself, I make this thought known to everyone else. Not discouraging Yarik, because I think that would be quite amusing.
"Why the FUCK are we talking about Otogi's sexual dice fetishes?!"
"I have no idea," Marik replies. He looks confused for a moment, before sneezing again. "Ugh, I think my cold's getting worse..."
"Snotface," Ryou snickers. He rolls the little dice, and watches it bounce off the dead popping-thing, and roll under Marik's crossed legs. Marik stands up, pulls a face as his leg cramps up from sitting in that position for too long, and falls back down again, on top of Yami, who yells out and promptly throws Marik into Yarik. Yarik having quite the predatory smirk on his face, before shoving his tongue down his unfortunate aibou's throat.
"What number is it?" Yugi wants to know.
"Six," Ryou replies. "No wait... maybe it's nine..."
"You should have made it clear which was which," Yami groans, rolling his eyes.
"Well, sorry, I wasn't particularly concerned whether it looked like a six or a nine," Ryou responds, annoyed. "Let's just say it was a nine."
"No way, you little cheat!" Yami snaps. "You said six first!"
"Yeah, but it's not a six."
"How can you tell?"
"I wrote it on the dice," Ryou shrugs.
"Well... nine shouldn't even be ON a dice! Both of them should be six!"
Marik lets out a yelp. Yarik, apparently, just nipped his neck. I must not become jealous. I am perfectly happy not being with Ryou at this time... yes, I'm lying to myself, it's the best way to avoid killing the sexiest creature on the planet.
"Bakura, are you alright?" Yugi asks me. "Your eye's twitching like Hell."
I notice that Ryou takes the little metal car and moves it nine spaces while Yami turns to face Yugi, landing it in the 'home' area. "I win!" he chirps, happily.
Yami glares at him. "I thought you were the ship, not the car."
Ryou shrugs. "You think I can remember?"
"You cheated."
"Not intentionally, if I even did at all."
I am refraining from mentioning that not only have we ALL managed to switch pieces at some point at the other, Ryou wasn't the ship OR the car. He was the Cluedo candlestick. But Ryou won, not Yami. I can live my death happily knowing that Yami lost something.
And besides, he can't have intentionally cheated anyway, because the candlestick is six spaces away from the home area.
"Well, bed time?"
"You CHEATED!"
Ryou rolls his eyes. "Shut up, and go to bed. We finished the game."
"And besides, that was a SIX!"
"Enough, Yami," Yugi mutters. "This is a game of LUCK, not strategy!"
"He STILL cheated!"
"Bed, Yami."
"Sore loser?" Marik 'innocently' inquires, breaking away from Yarik.
"I am NOT a sore loser, he CHEATED!" Yami yells, about to hit the Egyptian boy, simply for the lack of anything better to do.
"...I like oranges."
That comment came directly from Ryou, who was deliberately being random to distract everyone from killing each other. It works. I could seriously hurt him right now. It looked like we were actually going to get some form of entertainment for a moment there, as opposed to mindlessness.
Yugi blinks slowly and deliberately, in a rather pathetic attempt at displaying confusion. "I thought you hated oranges."
"I do, it's just the first fruit that came to mind. I prefer pomegranates."
"Aren't they the blood-red ones that look like onions?" Yarik inquires. "That you stab with pins?"
Ryou nods. "Now, it's bed time."
"Don't forget to kiss each other good night!" Yugi chirps.
I twitch. Yugi sounds far too happy. I do not 'do' happy. If he keeps it up, he might just drive me to multiple suicide attempts which will all fail, but still cause a substantial amount of pain.
Yarik is apparently quite happy to talk about fruit though. Avoidance of bed, I assume. "I think lemons are better than pomegranates."
"Both kinds too, knowing you," Marik sighs. This time it's Yarik's turn to look confused. It's extremely unusual to see him confused, and the expression doesn't suit him a whole lot.
"'Both kinds'?"
"On the net, a lemon is usually an explicit sex scene in a story," Marik explains, looking quite pleased with himself for knowing something Yarik didn't. His yami looks thoughtful for a moment.
"I think I prefer the real thing," he eventually concludes, jumping on top of Marik, knocking him into Yami yet again.
"Hey!" Yami shouts, struggling to push the two off him. "Do that in bed!"
"What?" Yarik asks, with a grin that can only be described as evil on his face. "You mean you don't mind if we fu..."
"I do," Ryou interrupts. "I'm not having you make a mess on my sofa bed, because I most certainly am NOT prepared to clean up after you! Besides, the rest of us need to sleep!"
I decide to retreat to Ryou's bed. He has a high sleeper, and the desk and futon are underneath, while the sofa bed is on the other side of the room. The ladder hurts my feet. I'm surprised Ryou never complains about that. Anyway, once I'm up there, I lean over and say "well, aren't you going to go to bed? It's two in the morning, you know."
Everyone pretty much agrees with me, possibly out of tiredness and possibly out of the fact it is me saying that. So there's a little while as everyone scrambles to their assigned beds. I feel slightly jealous of Yami and Yugi, because the futon is quite narrow so they have to get a lot closer to each other. If Ryou and I shared the futon... well, actually, I think I'd be more anxious about controlling my alcohol-affected body than I am right now. So in a way, it's a good thing and a bad thing that we're sharing Ryou's bed, which is nearly twice as wide as my futon.
After turning off the light, Ryou clambers into bed with me, and we have a quick struggle over the pillow, until Ryou, fortunately and unfortunately, gives up and says he'll use me as a pillow instead.
So now I have Ryou clinging to me, with his head resting on my shoulder, his back facing the wall.
I can't help but stay completely still, staring off into space, trying to force myself not to think about the being currently attached to me. The last thing I need is to get aroused while sharing a bed with him.
And I stay like this for a little while, failing to avoid arousal, hoping to Ra that Ryou wouldn't notice, even though he's apparently asleep now, and being annoyed with the fact that Yami is snoring.
Then the desk lamp turns on.
"What are you doing?" I ask, keeping my voice low. Marik looks quite irritated.
"I need a sock."
"Why?"
"To stuff in Yami's mouth."
Makes sense. I would personally like to shove something a bit more pointy and lethal down his throat, but a sock will do if it makes him quieter.
"Top drawer."
Marik nods, collects a rather old sock, and a few seconds later it becomes a bit more silent. Once again, it all goes dark, and Marik returns to the sofa bed.
Ryou moves slightly, almost nuzzling me. In fact, if I hadn't known he was asleep, I would say he WAS nuzzling me.
I try to go to sleep, seriously struggling to ignore my body's protests. However, when Ryou moves his hand across my chest, I can't help but shudder slightly, and all chances of restraining my arousal disappear. And it gets worse when Ryou moves his hand further down, and I can't help but moan.
It's when he gets a little bit too close to my arousal that I finally decide to wake him up. It's not fair to take advantage of him like that. Since when did I care? Since it was Ryou.
"Ryou, wake up," I hiss, nudging him with my elbow. Ryou groans slightly, and wriggles slightly closer to me.
"I wasn't asleep."
This is when I completely freeze. After a moment, I thaw enough to speak.
"You weren't? Then what...why are you..?" I whisper, stumbling quite uncharacteristically, turning my head slightly to see him. I can only just make out his face in the darkness, although part of it is illuminated by the light coming through the curtains. I can't see him well enough to make out his expression, although I'm sensing he's a bit anxious as to how I'm going to react.
"Because I... well I..." He's trembling a little now, and makes as if to move. I thought for a moment he was moving away. I was very wrong to think this, because right now, I am very close to Ryou. Close in that we are currently sharing mouths.
He tastes of chocolate. He was eating it just before we came to bed, so I suppose that explains it.
Well, this turned out quite unusually.
Who would have guessed that it would be Ryou to make the first move?
END OF PART 9