Enough
Wow, I'm terribly sorry I haven't updated in over a month ; I've been very busy, but since school is over in only 3 days! I'll update! I have no more school work! Yay for me
Chapter 5
Tilting the amber bottle upwards, he let the cool dark liquid slide down his throat in large, gasping gulps. The lanky man scratched his bare stomach lazily as he flipped through the channels on the TV.
"Damn TV! 500 fucking channels and nothing to watch!" He growled in a husky voice while slinging the glass bottle across the room, hitting the wall with a sharp ring that echoed throughout the apartment. The small drain that was left in the bottom of the bottle left a small ring on the wall at the spot of contact.
Groaning, the white-haired man turned over on the couch curling up in a ball to go to sleep, knowing that he had somewhere to be. Instantly his thoughts were warped to the one thing that he couldn't get his mind off of.
Ryou.
Why the hell should he be thinking of Ryou?! He didn't give a fuck about his wimpy, pathetic hikari. Last thing he heard about him was that he had been in some kind-of car accident and would be staying with Malik and Marik for a while. Of course he didn't care! Or it's what he forced himself to believe . . . he wasn't supposed to care, was he? After a few weeks without the brat whimpering in a corner somewhere, he got a little lonely. Things were a bit too quiet. Like they were now.
"Dammit!" He hissed at the thoughts of his light.
"What are you doing to me Ryou; why can't I stop thinking of you?!"
Sitting up in a fit of rage, as if on cue, the phone rang from across the room.
Contemplating on whether or not to let it just ring, Bakura sat there staring at the receiver. After about 3 agitating rings, he stood up and staggered across the room. The alcohol had gotten him a little tipsier than he thought. Once at the phone, he picked it up and pushed it to his ear.
"What?!" He snapped at the other person on the other end of the line.
"Bakura! Are you coming to work today?! How dare you just not call in?! I have every right to fire you! How dare you—"
Bakura hung the phone back up before the man was even able to finish what he was saying. It was the same routine for his past few jobs. They would all bitch and complain at him for not coming to work. He didn't see what the big deal was anyway.
Flinging himself down rather ungracefully, he laid back on the couch where he was in the beginning, closing is eyes trying to get much needed sleep and his thoughts off or Ryou. Then for the second time in a row, the phone rang breaking Bakura out of his 'tranquility'.
"Shut the fuck up!" He growled at the annoying ringing object.
Snapping out of his seat a dashing for the phone, Bakura grabbed the receiver and yelled into it.
"I'm not coming the fuck to work so you can all go somewhere and fucking fuck yourselves!"
"Well it's nice to talk to you too." The man on the other line said in a joking manner.
Taking a moment to register who was on the other line, the white-haired yami saw silent for a few seconds.
"Are you going to say something?" The other man inquired
"Marik?"
"Well aren't we a bright crayon today? Sorry but I don't have any prize to give you unless you want to come over and fool around."
Bakura growled at the way Marik was teasing him.
"I'll have to pass. Aren't you sleeping with that slut hikari of yours?"
"Shut up! Bakura! Malik isn't a slut," Marik snapped at him "You need to find a better way to use that word." He said as an after thought when he thought of Ryou and his scared chest with 'slut' engraved in it. Poor boy.
"Anyway, what the hell do you want?!"
"You know, your poor, innocent, sweet, virgin hikari has been craving you for so very long. I was wondering if you wanted to come pay him a visit. After all he's dying to see you."
"Cut the bullshit, Marik! Why the heck would he want to see me after what I've done to him?! Does he actually like to feel pain?" Bakura growled stomping a foot on the ground
"No. He doesn't even remember."
Becoming very silent Bakura stood in shock.
Why wouldn't Ryou remember? I know he was in an accident but what did that have to do with him remembering me? Unless--
"Bakura, Ryou has a really bad case of amnesia. When he was hit be the car, he hit his head rather hard. Can you believe he didn't even know who he was for the first few days?" Marik began to chuckle on the other end of the line.
Bakura just reminded silent thinking things over.
"So you want me to see him?" Bakura echoed
"I think the crayon is becoming dull."
"I don't need your smart ass remarks! Why do you want me to come over, there has to be something in it for you."
Marik paused for a second before answering.
"No, there isn't really anything for me. . . I can finally get my light to stop worrying over yours. You need to take better care of your other half."
"Whatever!"
"So will I be seeing you later?" Marik asked with a purr in his voice
Growling, Bakura didn't dignify him with an answer. Instead he slammed the phone down on the receiver and yanked in out of the jack. With a snapping sound the cord head was snapped in two, the clip flying in one direction while the cord in another.
Screw him! Bakura mentally cursed
"Marik!" A thick accented voice rang through out the apartment and the sound of feet thud against the floor.
Marik was currently lying on the futon that he and Marik shared while picking at a few dust bunnies that skittered across the floor. He really needed to air the mat out.
"Marik!" The voice called out to him again this time closer.
Marik still played with the balls of dust that swirled around his fingers. Lost in his own world he was quickly brought back to reality when he felt a heavy body drop onto his. Giving out a loud groan and a strangle gasp he managed to look up and see Malik sitting on his back.
"Didn't you hear me calling you?!" He scolded while pulling on one of his lovers earrings.
"Ow! Let go! You're going to rip my ear off!" Flipping Malik over, he pinned the tanned beauty under him instantly started ravishing his neck.
"Marik, you need to air the futon out," Malik commented while he looked at the dust particles whip across the floor. "Hey! Hey! Marik stop!" He said as he pushed the other off of him whom was currently trying to get his shirt off.
"I was just coming in here to tell you that I'm going out with Ryou to get some more Hot chocolate."
Marik looked at the blond in a questioning manner.
"Didn't you two just have a huge argument?"
Malik lightly laughed as he stood up.
"Yeah, but I went back, got on my knees, and sucked him off" Malik laughed out as he saw Marik's changing expression.
"You didn't!" He exclaimed shooting up while Malik giggled and ran out the door. Down the hall he heard Malik yelled to Ryou to that he was ready. The white-haired boy answered in response and after a moment of scuffling, Marik heard the door open and shut.
Grumbling, he slid back down on the futon and continued to play with his dust bunnies when he heard the door open back up.
"You forget something Malik?" Marik shouted but was greeted with no answer. Finding it strange that there was no answer he stood back up. Listening to the surroundings, he heard the door shut back. Instantly he walked over to the desk across the room and grabbed the Millennium rod holding the sharp end out towards the front of him.
"Malik?" He asked again still receiving no answer.
He began to walk towards the door carefully making sure to listen for any other movements through out the house. Once he was at the door frame, he paused reluctant to go any farther. Taking a deep breath, the blond jumped into the hall way and looked up and down it, turning in all directions. After seeing no one or nothing, he stalked towards the living room still listening for any sound.
Marik looked all throughout the living room. Without any source of another person in the house, he turned his back to walk towards the bedroom. As soon as he began to walk back, two arms grabbed him, one grabbing and pointing his dagger towards his own throat and the other snaking around his waist.
"Now, don't you owe me something?" A husky voice asked sensually in Marik's ear, licking his earlobe.
"Bakura." Marik growled out. "I should have known."
Chuckling, Bakura bit on his ear, gently nipping at it while he moved his other hand up Marik's shirt. Lost in the moment, the tan Egyptian let the albino have his way with him until the strike of the clock ringing 7:00 p.m. disrupted him. Immediately he pulled away and turned to face Bakura.
"Why are you here?!" He asked startled to see his old companion.
"Well you asked me to come did you not?" He casually asked as he picked his fingernails with the Millennium rod.
Marik noticed that Bakura had his rod and instantly checked himself over to make sure it was true.
"How did you get that?" He asked
Bakura looked at him stupidly while throwing it back. "I was the best thief in all of Egypt in case you forgot."
"Whatever." Marik mumbled.
"So! Where's my light?"
Ok! That's it for now! You like it? You better had! It was pretty good in my opinion . SO R&R.