Thankyou to the very sweet reviewer who said the most loffly sweet things and I loves you muchly. Also, I would like to add a quote from the dub, by one Mai "Valentine" (i hate that name!) "...Sounded like a bad soap opera to me, but then, who doesn't *love* a bad soap opera?" *winks at particular reviewer* One more thing; last chapter being 'Dreams Can Come True', as someone pointed out, perhaps one *will* come true? Maybe Malik will be turned into a Niwatori? Although the orgy is conceivable, too...
Oh, HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATSUYA!! *huggles him* *pinches cheeks* *ruffles hair* he's such a sweetie ickle puppy. We loves him really.
Disclaimer: I found a Malik backpack in the shops, and spent a full ten minutes squeeing over it. Sadly, I could not make it mine, nor will I *ever* make it mine. Same goes for Yu-Gi-Oh.
Chapter 23: Happy Messy Love (*winks*)
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They awoke fairly early (for teenagers) and had breakfast - left over pizza and very sugary cereal. And yes, Jou *did* mix the two together, Coco Pops on top of cold meatlover's pizza. And yes, he managed to keep it down this time.
They were finishing their milkshakes when the doorbell rang. Yami opened the door and was bewildered to find a small, blonde figure fly at him and attach itself to his midriff.
"Yugi!"
Seto walked up behind the sweat-dropping Yami. "I believe that is *my* boyfriend you are so affectionately embracing."
The small girl's eyes snapped open, her hands locking behind her back. Her cheeks coloured. "You're not Yugi."
"No. He's... well, that's hard to explain. He's Yami, and we'll call him my brother for now. How are you, Rebecca?"
"I'm good thanks, Yugi." The girl beamed at him. She had changed very little, although her voice was not as high-pitched, she was not clutching a teddy-bear, and she wasn't being obnoxious on purpose.
"What're you doing here?"
"My grandpa is doing talks at the Domino Museum and..."
"Meep!" Isis squeaked and flew out of the room. Rebecca, and indeed everyone else in the room, watched her leave in shock.
"Was it something I said? I'm sorry," the young girl apologised.
"No problem. My sister Isis is just a little out-of-it at the moment. I'm Malik, by the way." He took her hand, and the American girl blushed again.
"Seto Kaiba." He too took her hand, the girl's cheeks turning a furious red by now.
"But you'd better call him Kaiba, 'cause no one calls him Seto 'cept his bed fr- OW!" Mai dug Jou in the ribs, and turned to Rebecca.
"Mai Kujaku, fellow female duelist," she said with a wink and a smile. Rebecca stopped blushing and returned the smile.
"Shizuka; I'm Jou's sister. Pleased to meet you."
"Uhh, just call me Otogi." He shot a filthy look at the two boys snickering to his left. "What's *wrong* with my name?"
"And those two silver haired love-birds in the corner, ignoring everyone, are Ryou and Bakura." Malik finished in an odd tone.
"So are you staying here, Rebecca? If it's alright with Kaiba, of course." Seto nodded, and Rebecca gratefully accepted the invitation.
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By 4:00 in the afternoon, everyone was bored of sitting in the luxurious penthouse. Jou had challenged Rebecca to a duel, using some of Kaiba's new mini dueling disks. Rebecca creamed him, her Shadow Ghoul (and a few new tricks) ripping through practically every monster he owned. Most people present found this particularly funny; for all his talk he had lost to an eleven year old.
The girls (and Ryou) suggested a shopping excursion, and everyone except Yami, Seto and Bakura left for the mall. Bakura, catching a few significant looks between the other two, went for a walk soon after.
Yami was eating grapes, for a change. As soon as the door clicked shut behind Bakura, he found Seto on top of him. Said blue-eyed bishounen forced Yami's lips open with his tongue, and stole the grape within. Yami laughed, and pouted. "That was *my* grape."
"It tasted nice, too..."
Seto found a few bottles of drink, and they spent the next hour kissing and drinking. "You, Seto Kaiba," Yami slurred slightly, "are trying to get me drunk."
"I think I've already succeeded, actually."
Yami paused, remembering the grapes. He popped one in his mouth, and left for the kitchen. "We're missing something."
"What?" asked Seto curiously. Yami came back with a can of whipped cream. Seto laughed. "Grapes and cream don't really go together, Yami."
"No..." agreed Yami, lying back down on the sofa with his love. He cupped Seto's face in his hand and ran his tongue down his cheek. "But it would go nicely with you..."
This, although rather appetising, was very *messy*. Hands and mouths roamed each other's body. Shirts were torn unceremoniously from the boys' bodies and thrown somewhere near the coffee table. Chests were covered in sweat and cream and hot, wet kisses. Thier breath came in ragged pants and their hair was tangled and splayed erratically around their faces. Moans escaped bruised lips creating a rhythmic tune of lust and love. Seto closed the distance between them, working his tongue over the spirit's neck and jaw; Yami murmered and whimpered against his chest as he felt the muscles beneath the skin tremble with their synchronised shivers of pleasure.
Skin contact was broken for a moment as they helped each other out of leather pants - damnit, get *off*! Insatiable lust in their drunken, hormone-filled state brought their lips together briefly, Yami on tiptoes, before Seto lead/dragged/carried him to the bedroom.
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Bakura crossed his arms over his black leather coat, and took a deap breath. Cemeteries were some of his favourite places in the world. Maybe it was a tomb robber thing? He meandered past the tomb stones lost in thought. So many lives, finished; whether expected or unexpected, these people were *gone*. He pitied them and envied them in turns. He pitied them for love lost, for hope deserted, for opportunites wasted. Yet something about eternal slumber and blissful darkness seemed oddly appealing.
In short, Bakura was in a *mood*.
His senses pricked. A cloud passed over the sun, the graveyard becoming greyer and eerier in seconds. Not that Bakura was afraid - he was too at home amongst the tombstones to give in to fear. Movement in the corner of his eye alerted him to the presence of another.
"Hello Tomb Robber, what are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same. I thought you were shopping?"
"Never answer a question directly, do you? But malls aren't really my thing."
"So why are you walking aimlessly around a graveyard, Malik?"
"Probably the same reason you are."
"I'm here to avoid watching Seto and Yami fuck each other's brains out, actually."
Malik looked up, and blinked. "Okay, not *exactly* the same reason, then."
Bakura smiled, but his face fell when he caught the expression on Malik's face. "What's wrong?"
"The Pharaoh and the Priest... The shadow grows deeper. The Pharaoh's strength is failing. Have you not noticed?"
Bakura sighed heavily. "I have."
"My sister foresaw it, and tried to warn Kaiba a long time ago. But he was too stubborn to believe that he was an ancient priest, let alone that..." he trailed off.
"It's the curse, then?"
Malik looked at Bakura, lilac eyes meeting brown in a piercing gaze. "For both their sakes, and ours, I bloody well hope not."
* * * uh, i guess i'd better warn you here... lemony flavoured. *Hopefully* better than last time? And by that i mean more descriptive. They're *drunk*, remember? * * *
Yami found himself shoved upon the bedspread, the CEO in all his naked glory hovering just above. Frustrated, Yami pulled his head down by the hair, desperately prying with his tongue for access to the sweet heat of his lover's mouth. Their tongues met, dancing and massaging and battling with each other, as the smaller teen's hands clutched at the other's back, pulling them closer together. Sensitive skin of their arousals slammed together, the former Pharaoh's back arching, yet still keeping skin contact with Seto, whose arm was cradling the other's slender waist, the other hand lost in his wonderous tri-coloured hair.
Yami knew what was coming when he found himself lying on his stomach, yet he still gasped as Seto entered, not from pain but anticipation. He whimpered and groaned as the taller teen thrust harder and deeper and faster. His fingers clung and tore at the white satin, convulsions of intense pleasure wracking his lithe body.
Seto answered the urgent whimpers, which soon turned to screaming repetitions of his name, over and over, as he reached his peak. Sweat poured off both boys, Seto's fingers clawing at Yami's back, tremours going through each of them. Their bodies and souls entertwined as they made passionate, physical love to each other all over again; screams of the Priest's name once more uttered from the Pharaoh's mouth.
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Awww... sort of. And what was all that crap in the graveyard about? Ooooh, suspense. *coughs* Anywayz, review, and tell me if I did the lemon any better. I'm still not sure, because last time I chickened out a tad, and it turned out to be a lime.
Next chapter called 'Kiss from a Rose'. Run the chorus through your head, if you know it. Yup. Now everyone knows what's gonna happen... *foreboding drum music again.*