Back again! Thankies to all who reviewed, I appreciate it a lot. I've
written a few chapters ahead, now, so should be able to update regularly.
Well, it's the holidays, there's nothing else to do. ^.^
Disclaimer: Once upon a time, in 1961, a man was born. Also, a woman was born. The man was very special. He could draw really hot guys and funky monsters. He turned these pictures into my favourite anime show. This man's name was Kazuki Takahashi. He owns Yu-Gi-Oh. I do not. Oh, the woman? Well, she led a relatively normal life. She was a punk as a teenager. She got to date hot guys in punky clothes, like the characters of Yu-Gi-Oh. Then she went and spoiled it all by getting married and having me. Stupid nitwit.
Chapter 3: Kiss Me (They're all named after songs. I mean the 'Kiss Me' by Sixpence None the Richer)
* * *
More drinks. Otogi turned to Shizuka.
"So, Shizuka, Truth or Dare?"
"Dare!" Shizuka smiled.
"You're ticklish, aren't you?"
"Uh-huh. Very."
Otogi pinned her, tickling her on her side. She squirmed and shrieked, trying to pry Otogi's fingers off her. Honda looked up from where he had been restraining Jou, eyes narrowed. Jou looked up, too. Otogi slipped his hand up her top to tickle her stomach, and they both jumped up - Jou still in the skirt. Otogi was out numbered, and had less experience fighting than the other two. Anzu and Shizuka tried, in vain, to stop the punch up.
* * *
Yami watched the fight for a moment, then turned to Kaiba.
"Truth or Dare, Kaiba?"
Seto considered. While he wasn't usually one to go for truth, he wasn't sure if Yami would try to get revenge for Jou. Also, Yami was very drunk.
"Truth."
Mokuba, who had torn his eyes away from the fight upon hearing Seto's answer, grinned. "Seto, what's your preference?"
Shit, thought Seto dully.
He glared at Mokuba, who looked back innocently, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Men," he muttered faintly.
He looked up, and his eyes were pinned by two crimson ones. Yami stared, surprised for a moment, then turned away. Seto sighed, and went to fetch more drinks, and a rag for Otogi, whose nose was bleeding quite heavily.
Honda looked up from Otogi. "Where's Ryou? And Bakura?"
* * *
Ryou lifted his beer to his lips and took a sip. He glanced at Bakura, who was leaning against the stone wall, head between his knees. They had both had too much to drink, finding Kaiba's alcohol stash in the cellar. A lot of wine and spirits, but Ryou had uncovered a carton of beer in the corner. There wasn't a carton anymore.
"Why didn't you tell me you felt that way?"
Bakura looked up, but remained silent. Ryou leant over and kissed him lightly on the lips. Bakura was taken by surprise, but recovered quickly enough to deepen the kiss before Ryou could pull away. He snaked his hand into his light's hair, and gently lowered him to the floor, pinning him there, one knee on either side of his waist. Their tongues met, battling fiercely with each other. Ryou moaned, making the spirit smile, repositioning himself with his hands around Ryou's waist. Panting slightly, they broke apart, Bakura smiling.
"I love you, Ryou." He reclaimed his mouth, Ryou unbuttoning Bakura's loose black shirt, kissing him hard. Teeth and tongues clashed; Bakura heard Ryou whimper as he pulled away again, this time kissing his neck, his tongue flicking back and forth over Ryou's creamy skin. Ryou arched his back, allowing Bakura to peel off his T-shirt. Their mouths met again, bare skin slightly covered with sweat. Ryou's hands clasped around the spirit's neck, as Bakura reached for his light's belt.
* * *
Seto handed Otogi the rag, who thanked him with an "mmph". He cranked the sound system, putting one of Mokuba's compilation CD's on, then went in search of Ryou and Bakura. He had an inkling they'd be in the cellar. He just hoped they hadn't gotten into the wine, some of which he'd inherited from his great grandfather.
What Seto saw upon entering the cellar wasn't exactly what he'd been expecting. Ryou twisted around, and jumped up off Bakura.
"We were wondering where you'd gotten to. Should I tell everyone you're busy?"
"Yes"
"No." said Ryou, correcting Bakura before hastily stuffing his shirt on. "We'll be there in a moment."
He turned to the spirit and whispered "I love you, too," then ran up the cellar stairs. Bakura smiled, reaching for his shirt, realising too late that it was Ryou's.
* * *
The rest of the night was a write-off. Yugi and Mokuba piked at one in the morning, everyone else in the group staying up drinking. By now Yami had consumed enough alcohol to give him a hangover for the next month. Jou and Honda turned the coffee table into a stage and held a karaoke and dancing competition, which Mai won easily with an active rendition of 'Lady Marmalade'.
Seto finally lost it when he discovered the words "FUCK YOU KAIBA" written in salsa on the white carpet of the formal lounge. Everyone was shown to their rooms. Everyone except Otogi, who had been locked in the bathroom by Honda, and forgotten by the rest of the group. Yami also noticed Ryou acting a lot like Bakura, and Bakura seeming a lot like Ryou, but blamed it on the alcohol.
* * *
"So, Anzu? what happened between you and Yami while we were playing Twister?" asked Mai, changing into her nightdress.
Anzu sighed. It was 3:30 in the morning, and she was dog tired. "Well, you know how I'm in love with Yami?"
Mai nodded. It was fairly obvious.
"Well, he's... gay," said Anzu bluntly. She was still rather upset about it, and suspected she would bear the scar for years to come.
This didn't surprise Mai at all. It would explain a lot, too. Like his style of clothing - what straight guy would turn up to a party in a black, midriff-bearing punk-revival top and leather hipsters? She had to admit, though, that it was a shame the guy was gay.
It would also explain the way he looked at Kaiba when Kaiba had revealed his sexuality. She decided not to tell Anzu about Kaiba, and what she suspected of Yami's feelings towards him. Much as she liked her, Anzu had a very bad temper, and Mai didn't want to see Kaiba's unnaturally bright blue eyes clawed out.
Why *were* all the cute guys that way inclined?
* * *
Little bit longer than usual, because the last bit doesn't fit in with the mood of the next chapter. It's already written, too, as I mentioned before. So now, all you have to do is click on that little blue arrow-y thing, and submit a review. Pweeeeze? *flutters eyelashes*
Disclaimer: Once upon a time, in 1961, a man was born. Also, a woman was born. The man was very special. He could draw really hot guys and funky monsters. He turned these pictures into my favourite anime show. This man's name was Kazuki Takahashi. He owns Yu-Gi-Oh. I do not. Oh, the woman? Well, she led a relatively normal life. She was a punk as a teenager. She got to date hot guys in punky clothes, like the characters of Yu-Gi-Oh. Then she went and spoiled it all by getting married and having me. Stupid nitwit.
Chapter 3: Kiss Me (They're all named after songs. I mean the 'Kiss Me' by Sixpence None the Richer)
* * *
More drinks. Otogi turned to Shizuka.
"So, Shizuka, Truth or Dare?"
"Dare!" Shizuka smiled.
"You're ticklish, aren't you?"
"Uh-huh. Very."
Otogi pinned her, tickling her on her side. She squirmed and shrieked, trying to pry Otogi's fingers off her. Honda looked up from where he had been restraining Jou, eyes narrowed. Jou looked up, too. Otogi slipped his hand up her top to tickle her stomach, and they both jumped up - Jou still in the skirt. Otogi was out numbered, and had less experience fighting than the other two. Anzu and Shizuka tried, in vain, to stop the punch up.
* * *
Yami watched the fight for a moment, then turned to Kaiba.
"Truth or Dare, Kaiba?"
Seto considered. While he wasn't usually one to go for truth, he wasn't sure if Yami would try to get revenge for Jou. Also, Yami was very drunk.
"Truth."
Mokuba, who had torn his eyes away from the fight upon hearing Seto's answer, grinned. "Seto, what's your preference?"
Shit, thought Seto dully.
He glared at Mokuba, who looked back innocently, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Men," he muttered faintly.
He looked up, and his eyes were pinned by two crimson ones. Yami stared, surprised for a moment, then turned away. Seto sighed, and went to fetch more drinks, and a rag for Otogi, whose nose was bleeding quite heavily.
Honda looked up from Otogi. "Where's Ryou? And Bakura?"
* * *
Ryou lifted his beer to his lips and took a sip. He glanced at Bakura, who was leaning against the stone wall, head between his knees. They had both had too much to drink, finding Kaiba's alcohol stash in the cellar. A lot of wine and spirits, but Ryou had uncovered a carton of beer in the corner. There wasn't a carton anymore.
"Why didn't you tell me you felt that way?"
Bakura looked up, but remained silent. Ryou leant over and kissed him lightly on the lips. Bakura was taken by surprise, but recovered quickly enough to deepen the kiss before Ryou could pull away. He snaked his hand into his light's hair, and gently lowered him to the floor, pinning him there, one knee on either side of his waist. Their tongues met, battling fiercely with each other. Ryou moaned, making the spirit smile, repositioning himself with his hands around Ryou's waist. Panting slightly, they broke apart, Bakura smiling.
"I love you, Ryou." He reclaimed his mouth, Ryou unbuttoning Bakura's loose black shirt, kissing him hard. Teeth and tongues clashed; Bakura heard Ryou whimper as he pulled away again, this time kissing his neck, his tongue flicking back and forth over Ryou's creamy skin. Ryou arched his back, allowing Bakura to peel off his T-shirt. Their mouths met again, bare skin slightly covered with sweat. Ryou's hands clasped around the spirit's neck, as Bakura reached for his light's belt.
* * *
Seto handed Otogi the rag, who thanked him with an "mmph". He cranked the sound system, putting one of Mokuba's compilation CD's on, then went in search of Ryou and Bakura. He had an inkling they'd be in the cellar. He just hoped they hadn't gotten into the wine, some of which he'd inherited from his great grandfather.
What Seto saw upon entering the cellar wasn't exactly what he'd been expecting. Ryou twisted around, and jumped up off Bakura.
"We were wondering where you'd gotten to. Should I tell everyone you're busy?"
"Yes"
"No." said Ryou, correcting Bakura before hastily stuffing his shirt on. "We'll be there in a moment."
He turned to the spirit and whispered "I love you, too," then ran up the cellar stairs. Bakura smiled, reaching for his shirt, realising too late that it was Ryou's.
* * *
The rest of the night was a write-off. Yugi and Mokuba piked at one in the morning, everyone else in the group staying up drinking. By now Yami had consumed enough alcohol to give him a hangover for the next month. Jou and Honda turned the coffee table into a stage and held a karaoke and dancing competition, which Mai won easily with an active rendition of 'Lady Marmalade'.
Seto finally lost it when he discovered the words "FUCK YOU KAIBA" written in salsa on the white carpet of the formal lounge. Everyone was shown to their rooms. Everyone except Otogi, who had been locked in the bathroom by Honda, and forgotten by the rest of the group. Yami also noticed Ryou acting a lot like Bakura, and Bakura seeming a lot like Ryou, but blamed it on the alcohol.
* * *
"So, Anzu? what happened between you and Yami while we were playing Twister?" asked Mai, changing into her nightdress.
Anzu sighed. It was 3:30 in the morning, and she was dog tired. "Well, you know how I'm in love with Yami?"
Mai nodded. It was fairly obvious.
"Well, he's... gay," said Anzu bluntly. She was still rather upset about it, and suspected she would bear the scar for years to come.
This didn't surprise Mai at all. It would explain a lot, too. Like his style of clothing - what straight guy would turn up to a party in a black, midriff-bearing punk-revival top and leather hipsters? She had to admit, though, that it was a shame the guy was gay.
It would also explain the way he looked at Kaiba when Kaiba had revealed his sexuality. She decided not to tell Anzu about Kaiba, and what she suspected of Yami's feelings towards him. Much as she liked her, Anzu had a very bad temper, and Mai didn't want to see Kaiba's unnaturally bright blue eyes clawed out.
Why *were* all the cute guys that way inclined?
* * *
Little bit longer than usual, because the last bit doesn't fit in with the mood of the next chapter. It's already written, too, as I mentioned before. So now, all you have to do is click on that little blue arrow-y thing, and submit a review. Pweeeeze? *flutters eyelashes*