A TwoPair Of Brown Eyes

Kawaii Chibi Kitty Angel

Chapter 12:

M&M Mischief...

His hand grasps the towel, thumb tucking inside. His lips hover inches from mine, slightly parted, almost in a... sluttish way.

I think I'm frozen. I should be stopping him.... I think I'm frozen.

He tugs it lightly, causing it to slip a little lower. I feel my cheeks heat, eyes unable to tear away from those lips.

...Those silken, full, pale lips....

A tiny smirk works across her mouth. Yeah, well Bakura, fuck you too. Fuck you to hell....

Later. I'm frozen right now.

He tugs again.

It slips lower.

...God, I can see the gentle crests of his hips...

Shrouded only slightly by the pink hair dangling in my face. I think I'm going to sneeze if any more of it brushes my nose...

He lips gently at my bottom lip, nipping aggressively. Mine....

The door bursts open.

"Oi! Baku-- OH YEAH! Scoring with your hikari?" A voice shouts from the doorway, laughter in its tone. Bakura jerks up so that he's straddling me again.

"Marik? Malik?" He demands, peeved. "What are YOU doing here?!" I can see the sweat running down his face- HEY! It's pink tinged- the dye must be running.

I snicker lightly at the mental image of Bakura dyed pink with his own sweat.

Marik sniggers. "Nice hair, tombrobber- I didn't know you agreed to be Ryou's new dress up doll?" He chuckles snidely. Malik elbows him in the side, and pushes him into the kitchen.

"Never mind him, Bakura- I tricked him into dying his hair purple once." The blonde confides amusedly. "It didn't come out for months!"

Purple? Serves you right, Marik. Little perve.

I grin. "Then it appears you would be on a good basis of Yami treatment with me, Malik," I smirk. Bakura scowls at me, and grinds his hips down painfully.

YAMI!!!

Yes? He says innocently.

I decide to whine. That hurts....

I COULD do something that would make you unable to get out of bed for days...

He did NOT just say that... I feel may face burn scarlet at his suggestive comment, and glare at him. He smirks at me, and traces his fingers over my stomach in a seductive manner. I stick my tongue out at him.

Aren't we sooo mature?

I hear a light snickering from the doorway of the kitchen, where Malik's standing. He covers his mouth with a hand.

"Well, hey, Ryou, for a reluctant lover, you don't seem to be objecting too much to Bakura's...er... current 'position' on top of you..." He comments in an innocent voice.

The heat rises in my face.

"MALIK!!" I whine, writhing beneath Bakura's hips. Bakura smirks at me suggestively.

I glare at him, go still for a moment. Pervert.

You know you want me... He purrs teasingly.

I stick my tongue out at him, and shove him off me, climbing to my feet.

Turning around once to give Malik a haughty look, I stalk angrily up the stairs to my bedroom. Perverts. ALL of them.

I flop down on my bed and close my eyes tightly.

"Ryou..."

Unnnnnng?

"Ryou?"

Wha the- huh?

"RYOU!!"

I bolt up, clutching my ears. "WHATTHEFUCKDOYOUWANTGODDAMMITIDONTWANNAGETUP!!!!!!!!!" I shriek, casting around for whoever was shouting.

My eyes fall on Marik.

Who is currently sitting on my bed, about a foot away.

"What are you doing in my room?"

The words escape before I can even stop them. He simply smirks.

Rising up to his hands and knees, he begins to advance on me, walking catlike across the bed. His nose brushes against mine as he grows closer. And still with that FUCKING smirk!

Okay, asshole, too close for comfort.

I shove him off my bed roughly.

"Again, what are you doing in my room?" I snap.

He smirks silently, and stretches out on the floor, loking at me with his tongue dancing across his lips.

Now he's officially freaking me out....

Getting off my bed, I kick him lightly in the side. "You in there?"

He catches my ankle and pulls me to the ground.

BAKURAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!