First, I shouldn't be saying anything about Isis' baby now, but no, it's not Kaiba. I'll just get that one straight. My friend 'Hannab' (called so by my brother, who thinks she's a digimon, as i talk to her on the computer) has made up a joke for my fic. Okies, ready?
Why was Isis upset?
...because she was becoming a mummy!
hehehehe, i love that. This is for you, hannab.
Disclaimer: Hey, 'not mine' backwards sounds a bit like 'lamington', which I am currently eating. Frrrreaky.
Chapter 27: Insatiable (Darren Hayes is so gay. Guess it's suitable.)
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Seto planted a quick peck on Yami's lips. There was a familiar, metallic taste on them. "You're bleeding."
"Yeah, you get that in fist fights sometimes." Yami smiled. "Nasty, uncivilised things."
"But Yami, that was 20 minutes ago."
"Seto, I'm 5000 years old. I'm a big boy, now. I can look after myself." He gave his boyfriend a reassuring hug. But there *was* something bothering him. When he had banished that piece of scum to the Shadow Realm, it had completely tired him, both physically and magically. He could usually feel Shadow Power coursing through him, especially after a situation like that. Right now, though, he doubted he had the energy to summon a Kuriboh.
Okay, maybe that was a slight understatement. But it had him disconcerted nonetheless. He shrugged it off, looping his arm around Seto.
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"Isis?" Mai closed the ladies' bathroom door behind her, finding the woman staring in the mirror. She was lost in a dream world.
"'Sup?" she snivelled pathetically, wiping her eyes. She gave a weak smile through the mirror.
"There's more to it than you just being pregnant, isn't there?" Mai questioned, cutting to the chase. Isis' eyes widened. "Malik said you didn't have a boyfriend."
"Malik doesn't know what he's talking about." Isis said, not very convincingly.
"I think he does. Isis, tell me! How else can I help you?"
"Okay," she relented, not meeting Mai's eyes. "But not here or now."
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Bakura and Ryou, meanwhile, had not been idle. They too had been drinking, and at about midnight Bakura went skinnydipping in the rooftop pool. He splashed Ryou.
"Come in. The water's beautiful, and uh... refreshing." Ryou placed a tentative foot in the water, and discovered the water was not so much beautiful as fucking cold. He told Bakura this, forcefully refusing to go anywhere near the water, and calling Bakura insane. This left Bakura with no choice but to lift himself out of the water, and in one fluid movement, pull Ryou in. Ryou spluttered and flailed in the icy depth.
"You are such an evil bastard." Ryou commented, splashing Bakura to emphasize the point. "This shirt was brand new."
Bakura swam closer, cradling the teen. He lifted the shirt over his head. Ryou closed the gap between them, fastening his lips over Bakura's with hardly contained lust. Water dripped from their eyelashes as their eyes simultaneously slid shut, and their tongues ravenously embraced each other. One of the boys moaned, although it was difficult to tell which. Ryou's fingers clutched and pressed at Bakura's hard chest, desperate to be closer to his love. Their breathing was short and shallow; Bakura's hand trailed down the other's form. Sodden leather pants were removed somewhat difficultly, and Ryou's legs wrapped around the spirit's waist, sensitive arousal's reacting to the soft caress of the other.
The moonlight gleamed on pale skin and silver hair and ripples in the water created by the boys' passionate game. Bakura slammed (albeit gently) Ryou's back into the side wall of the pool, his mouth leaving a wet path over the already wet skin of his jaw. Ryou whimpered, sandwiched between the wall and Bakura's wet, naked, toned body; certain parts rubbing other certain parts to a point that almost made him want to scream.
The tomb robber's tongue worked over the boy's neck, catching the skin between his teeth. He smiled as Ryou's fingers grasped and practically tore at his back, his mouth uttering unintelligable whimpers, with the odd curse or repetition of Bakura's name. A deft movement of the hips brought another cry from the teen, who frustratedly pulled Bakura's lips back to his own, forcing them open and kissing them with insatiable, bruising force. They slipped under the water, blodies still entertwined and lips still locked together. The spirit dragged his love back up to the surface, and bathed in the stars twinkling light, they kissed away all the pain the last two days had brought.
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The party made their way home at 2 in the morning, greeted at the door by Ryou and Bakura. They were both guiltily flushed and wet, and Bakura was yet to do up his shirt. Malik was so drunkenly stupid, he didn't seem to notice. Mokuba, both drunk and never one to miss a photo oppurtunity, set up his automatic camera.
The photo of that night was one of the most beautiful pictures Rebecca had ever seen, as far as photographs of amazingly drunk teenagers go. It lived in her locker forever more, and she would bite anyone's head off if they tried to touch it.
On the far left, Bakura cradled Ryou in his arms, nibbling on his neck, his shirt slightly open from the breeze that ruffled their silver hair. Isis held a hand over her stomach protectively, her graceful figure outlined by her simple black dress. Malik supported himself on her arm, sandy blonde hair flowing in front of his pale lilac eyes. Mai, ever a friend of the camera, looked beautiful; all long, flowing hair and killer legs. Jou had a tentative arm around her shoulder, grinning like a cat that got the cream. Shizuka smiled shyly from between Otogi (in a very conceited but effective pose) and Honda, who unsuccessfully flirted with the camera. Mokuba, Rebecca and Yugi, deliriously happy in their drunkeness, beamed from the front. On the right, Yami was snuggled up against Seto's chest, his head turned slightly, red eyes glaring at the camera as if to say "he's *mine*!" Deep pools of blue glittered from behind soft brown curtains of hair, as the owner of said eyes played with the loose, slashed material of Yami's midnight blue shirt.
It wasn't so much the number of amazingly hot guys looking amazingly hot that appealed to Rebecca. It was more than that. It was the bond between them all, the love and friendship and carefree attitude of them all. They were all so *happy* together. Rebecca knew she sounded like her grandpa when he was in duel-monsters heart-of-the-cards rant mode, but she didn't care. If only things didn't ever have to change.
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Uh, I guees I raved on about the photo a lot there, huh? But I was going to sleep one night not so long ago and I saw it so clearly in my mind's eye, I just had to mention it. Does anyone else find the last eight words worrying? Mwahaha. Next chapter I'll finally tell you the deal with Isis' babe. If I get some reviews, that is. Hehe, blackmail is fuuuuun!