DISCLAIMER: I always forget these darn things…O__o Anyway, Yugi-oh and all its characters belong to Kazuki Takahashi. * glares at creepy men in Armani suits * There! I said it! You guys happy now?!
WARNINGS: This chapter has some foul language courtesy of Bakura…^^
NOTES: I am so happy that the response to the first chapter has been very positive. Thank you very, very much. * blows kisses * Also, a huge thank you goes out to Haru-chan, who informed me of the difference between 'coke' ( the drug ) and "Coke" ( the drink ). Expect a bit of editing in that part. Anyway, this chapter is for all of you reviewers! Enjoy!
COME UNDONE: Who played with fire
Ryou gulped, tightening his hold on the Coke can. Apparently, the guy beside him, whoever he was, was very pissed. "Aside from being drop-dead gorgeous, of course." His mind supplied as an afterthought. "Oh-kay, where did that come from…" Ryou mentally scolded himself for thinking so lewdly in the face of ( possible ) danger.
"But it's the truth." His mind, the hentai part, replied. Ryou blinked. He wasn't aware that his mind even had a hentai part. Besides, he had concluded long ago that having imprints of Malik having sex with random people inside his brain was not necessarily perverted. It was merely accidental that it got there.
"Come on, look at him…He's seething and it's making him look oh-so-sexy." His subconscious whispered. Ryou wanted to smack his subconscious upside the head. "His seething is directed at me, you stupid… thing."
Ryou decided that he was totally losing it.
His train of thought was cut when the other man faced away from him with a loud "Ch'… Of course you don't know who I am."
Again, Ryou did not know what came over him when he answered, "Why? Am I supposed to?" After that statement, Ryou made a mental note to bash his head into a wall first thing in the morning.
The other man glanced up at him sharply, dark amber eyes glinting. "Playing smart now, are we, pretty boy?" The man leaned in closer, and Ryou had a good look of his spiky, silver hair. Also, he had a good smell of the musky scent floating around him, mixed with the bitter aroma of vodka.
"Let me tell you something. It ain't gonna do any good for you if you play around with people like us." The man smirked at Ryou, showing off a pair of sharpened fang teeth. "You don't want to get involved in our shit, so back off, pretty boy."
Ryou couldn't help but huff indignantly. " I have a name, you know."
The man looked at him for a long moment, seemingly startled. This was probably the first time someone really stood up to him. Then to Ryou's surprise, the man chuckled at him. "Well, what is it? Honeycomb? Precious? Sweet thing?"
Ryou gritted his teeth. "My name is Ryou, and you have absolutely no right to call me 'sweet thing'! I'm not an object!"
"Well, aren't you the feisty one?" He purred, surprising Ryou. He carefully took Ryou's face in his hands, running a callous thumb over the boy's smooth cheek. Ryou couldn't help but lean into the other's touch. He didn't quite know what was drawing him to this man's touch, but he couldn't resist him. And he wanted it that way.
"I always go for the feisty, beautiful ones such as yourself." The man said, his smirk widening slightly. "You should be thankful."
"At least tell me who you are." Ryou murmured, his gaze going dreamy.
"The name's Bakura. And that's not all you're getting from me." Ryou barely registered that sentence when the man's,--no, Bakura's—lips settled on his own. Ryou's eyes went shut as he let Bakura claim his lips in a close-mouthed kiss. Bakura's arms encircled around Ryou's waist, holding him firmly. Then, without warning, Bakura forcefully pried his lips open, his tongue trying to gain access inside.
It suddenly occurred to Ryou that he was letting a stranger claim his first kiss. The guy could be a rapist or a murderer, for all he knew.
Bakura, on the other hand, was getting a tad frustrated at the boy in his arms. Why wasn't he responding as enthusiastically as he had hoped? His past lovers always told him that his kisses were bound to make anyone melt into a puddle. But this boy was uncharacteristically cold in his response. He was sure that Ryou was attracted to him…
Slap
Bakura definitely did not see that coming.
Said young man growled as he clutched his left cheek. "Damn, this boy could hit…" He thought as he felt the welt forming. "What the fuck was that for?!" He demanded, glaring dangerously at Ryou.
Ryou felt a bit of sweat trickling down his forehead as he found himself under Bakura's heated glare. "You kissed me…" He trailed off. "…But I don't even know you."
'"Oh, so you wanna know more about me? Well, I'm Hidomu Bakura, aged 19, bastard child of some no-good parents, ex-something. And you don't wanna find out what that something is." Bakura said all of this in a very hurried, angry manner. It became clear to Ryou that the other boy ( not man, as he previously thought ) was not very pleased with him at the moment.
"I-I'm sorry if I offended you—"
"Offended me? Offended me? Damn right you did!" Bakura screamed at him. Ryou winced, hunching slightly.
For some reason that he couldn't comprehend, Bakura was truly drawn to this boy. And he couldn't help but say something to make Ryou feel even slightly better after his outburst.
'"Yeah, I guess you're right. I don't know you either, and I don't know what the hell came over me when I kissed you. I guess I'm… sorry?" Bakura couldn't believe himself. Someone like him never apologized to anybody, no matter what his sin was, and yet here he was, saying sorry to some random pretty boy…
Instead of responding verbally, Ryou just gave him a look that he couldn't really read, and nodded slowly at him. "What the hell could that possibly mean?… And hell, why the fuck am I wasting my time trying to understand that?" Bakura shook his head to clear his thoughts.
"So, Bakura-kun… what brings you here at this time?"
This was going to be a long night.
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"Hey, baby, wanna dance with me?"
Malik cracked an eye open and momentarily paused in his solo-dancing. Scanning the person's erm, assets, he didn't feel the need to oblige the guy's request. He grimaced in reply and shook his head at the other boy. "Sorry, baby" Malik mocked. "But this bod's already taken."
The guy frowned. "Oh yeah? If you're taken, then why do you switch dance partners every five minutes?"
"Aaw, I'm flattered that you observe my every move, but I don't entertain stalkers."
"You didn't answer my question!"
Malik sighed mentally. Damn persistent dog. "My boyfriend and I are in a very open relationship."
"If that's the case, maybe your boyfriend wouldn't mind me being with you for a few minutes…" The guy leered at him, looking at him like he was a piece of juicy meat.
Suddenly, an arm wrapped around Malik's waist, pulling him close to a firm, well-muscled chest. "This guy bothering you?" Malik glanced up to find himself looking into a pair of captivating dark red-purplish eyes framed with dark blond hair. "Wow…" Malik thought, unconsciously relaxing into the other boy's hold. Seeing that he was getting no response, the boy holding him leaned down and whispered into Malik's ear.
"Play along if you want to get rid of this pest."
A bit dazedly, Malik nodded. He put both of his tanned arms around the boy's neck, and looked back at the other guy, daring him to say something.
Malik was a bit surprised to see that the guy's face had turned a rather unflattering shade of ghostly white. "H-H-He's your b-boyfriend?" Mr. Almost-like-a-ghost pointed a shaky finger towards the boy protectively holding Malik.
"You got a problem with that?"
"No! Not at all, sir!" He said hastily, then spun around on his heels and ran off to the door, exiting the club as fast as humanly possible.
Malik chuckled. "I think this is the first time I saw anyone run that fast without having their pants on fire."
"Cowards are like that. It's their special ability." Malik almost jumped in surprise. But then he remembered that he did have someone holding him at the moment. Not to mention that that someone just saved his ass.
"Are you okay?" He asked almost inaudibly, but Malik still heard him. Thankfully, the DJ had mellowed the techno music a bit, so he was able to hear other people voices more clearly now. "Y-yeah… thanks for asking. And thanks for saving my hide, Mr…"
"Osiris. But you can call me Mariku."
Malik beamed up at the other boy, noticing for the first time how good-looking Mariku was. "Damn, you are hot." Malik thought, barely controlling himself from drooling. Instead he asked, "How could I repay you for your act of kindness, Mariku-san?" in the most inviting tone he could muster.
The corner of Mariku's lips quirked upwards as his free hand moved south, feeling Malik's shapely rear through the thin fabric of the hotpants.
"I've got ideas…"
Malik giggled softly. "Guess I really should use that bedroom voice more often…" He thought to himself as Mariku pushed him towards a nearby wall.
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The moment that Ryou had asked what he was doing in the club at such a time, his cell phone rang. Bakura didn't know whether to curse or be thankful, but he turned away from Ryou and answered it anyway.
"Moshi-moshi?"
"Bakura? That you?"
"Yeah. What the hell do you want now, pharaoh?" He said the name 'pharaoh' as if it were poison, intriguing Ryou who was still beside him.
Bakura heard a loud, exasperated sigh from the other line. "Look, we've got a bit of a problem. I need you here right now."
"Can't you see I'm busy?" The spiky-haired boy hissed, gripping the cell phone tighter.
"Yes, I can see that from up here."
Bakura discreetly brought his gaze towards the second floor of the club, where the form of another boy sitting on what appeared to be a throne-like seat could be seen. The shadows covered his face, but anyone looking could easily notice the peculiarly shaped hair, not to mention the load of golden jewelry glinting against the boy's skin. Bakura stood up from his seat, walking a few steps away from Ryou.
"Cut with the voyeurism crap, pharaoh. What's the problem?"
"We have another drug-related situation in here. To top it off, they almost got Yugi." The "pharaoh's" voice was strained with worry.
"So? What do I care about your little pet?"
"Bakura, this isn't just about Yugi anymore. I know how much you hate drugs—"
"Yeah, especially since I used to be a drug lord myself." Bakura spoke with spite, bitterness and obvious regret. "Up until now, they're still looking for me, and you know it. It might be them who's trying to harm your pet."
"That's why I need you up here. Let's investigate this together."
"You called Mariku already?"
"I tried to. But its either his phone's not turned on, or he can't hear it because of all the noise. You better go look for him."
Bakura frowned. " Just call him later. I'll be there in a moment." With that, he pressed the 'end call' option and put his cell phone back onto his shirt pocket. He turned back to the table and decided to say goodbye to Ryou before he went up to meet with the "pharaoh".
"You're going so soon?" Well, Ryou beat him to whatever he was planning to say, so might as well answer.
"Yeah. I have… business to attend to."
"Ne, Bakura-kun… maybe I could see you again?"
Bakura blinked, frowning. Then he turned away. "Not likely."
Ryou hung his head, strangely feeling a bit hurt. "Oh. Okay, then."
"Well, so much for a proper goodbye." Bakura thought, as he went up the stairs leading to the second floor, not even sparing a glance back at Ryou.
Still, he couldn't help but feel that somehow, someway, he would meet Ryou again. He didn't know how. He just knew.
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"Oh, Ryou! I had the most incredible time last night! Have I told you about this guy I met—"
"Yes, Malik, you've already told me about him. For about twenty times."
"Oh, okay." Malik's cheerful spirit didn't seem to dampen a bit even as he heard Ryou's weary voice. "How about you, sweetie? Did you meet someone?"
Ryou's hands, which were currently trying to knot the tie of his school uniform in front of their vanity mirror, suddenly froze. "No… I didn't meet anyone. Guess your mission for me to be 'de-flowered', as you so eloquently put it, is a failure. Ho-hum." Needless to say, he was startled out of his wits, when he found Malik standing beside him, grinning slyly.
"W-what?" Ryou was almost afraid to ask.
If possible, Malik's grin got even wider.
Scratch that thought. Ryou was afraid to ask. But it was already too late.
"I know that tone, Ryou. And I sure as hell know that you even kissed someone yesternight."
The blush on Ryou's cheeks gave it all away. He didn't need to speak, but he still did, anyway. "How?…"
"You didn't think I was only dancing, did you?" Malik smirked, putting a hand on his hip. "I'm a naturally observant person, Ryou. And I thought you knew me." He pretended to sniff, rubbing a hand through his eyelids, pretending to wipe away imaginary tears.
"You're all grown up, Ryou-kins." Malik pretended to choke on a sob, doing so quite believably. Ryou rolled his eyes in response.
"Stop wasting your acting skills on me, Malik. We have to get to class." Ryou sounded very tired as he picked up his student's briefcase, and went to stand by the door to wait for Malik.
"You always spoil my fun, Ryou." Malik said, sticking his tongue out before picking up his own briefcase.
"If that's what it takes to whip you into shape…"
"Ooh, Kinky, Ryou."
A loud, exasperated sigh. "Forget I ever said it. Come on. Maybe you'll find other more interesting things today."
"Hope so. Or else I'll stick to teasing you about that newfound whip fetish of yours…"
"Ma-lik…"
"Kidding, Ryou, kidding."
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Well, that was the second one! ^__^ I promise that all the responses to the reviewers will be in the next chapter. Please tell me if I should really still continue this! Thanks in advance!
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