A TwoPair Of Brown Eyes

Kawaii Chibi Kitty Angel

Chapter 13:

Light My Ass!

BAKURAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!

Marik strokes his fingers down my neck and shoulders suggestively, one leg swung over my hips to pin me down.

CrappitycrappitycrapcrapCRAP!!!!!!!!!!

... hey, what IS it with people and touching me today?

Back to the problem, Ryou. Back to the problem. MARIK.

"Get. OFF." I grunt, placing my hands on his chest and pushing upwards. ..dammit, Marik, lay off on the- the- WHATEVER YOU EAT!!! You're damn HEAVY!

He pushes me back down. "Ryouuuuuu......." He purrs. Gross. "Pretty little girl, Ryouuuu..... Soft and pretty..." Little... girl? Pretty, soft... little.... girl?! Why, you, PEDAPHILE!!!

For lack of a better word.

I shove him harder, growling.

Marik smirks. And proceeds to dig his fingernails into my sensitive armflesh...

Oww..

"Marik...."

I blink.

That wasn't me.

"Marik... Get OFF my hikari, you perverted bastard!!!" A voice growls, hauling Marik off me. It takes me a moment to register who's speaking.

...Only a moment.

"BAKURA!!!!" I shriek, grabbing his legs in relief. I don't care if he's a pervert and a freakishly horny, yet sexy, hentai- Marik is just plain SCARY.

He gives me a smug look. "You OWE me."

I groan.
Wonderful.

I flop down on the couch downstairs, finally convinced that, for once, it's more safe than hiding in my room.

Of course, Bakura's 'subtle' hints that I owe him and should at least join him downstairs might have had something to do with it.

Damn.

Malik site in front of the couch, occasionally turning to one of us to ask a question, or make a comment. Bakura's leaning over the edge of thee couch, one hand slowly filtering through my hair, stroking, and... seducing....

BAD RYOU!!!!!!!!

Anyway... eh-heh-heh.... Marik's sitting on a chair. And Bakura's glaring. 'Nuff said.

Hikari? Bakura purrs.

Uh-oh.

Uh- yeah?

He simply smirks.

"Hey..." He says, looking around at us all, "Who wants to play truth or dare?"

I begin to choke on my coke.

I'm fucked.

Marik and Malik both flash huge grins.

I'm double fucked.

Crap.

Bakura begins, leaning over further. "Malik! Truth or Dare?"

Malik looks a little nervous, and shifts. "Truth, I guess.."

The white haired tombrobber gives him a huge, hundred watt evil smile. Wonderful. "Malik, are you gay?"

God- he bloats like a blowfish!

"I'M NOT GAY!!!!!"

Everyone in the room, including me, bursts out laughing. Why not? It's all in fun.

Malik grimaces, and turns to me. Meh. "Ryou, Truth or Dare?"

I stick my nose in the air... the best I can, considering I'm lying down. "Dare."

He smirks in a fashion almost like his Yami's. "I dare you to...."

I close my eyes, completely relaxed. I mean, Malik's a hikari- he can't come up with anything TOO bad, can he?

WRONG.

"...Make out with Bakura- and pretend to like it."

"WHAT?!" I shriek.

OH, SHIT.

Shittymacshitshittermacshitterstein. SHIT.

He sticks his nose in the air- much in the way I did. "You heard me."

I moan.

"Do I have to?"

He smiles winningly at me. "Yes."

Gulping, I crawl off the couch, and turn to look at Bakura, face scarlet.

Damn him, he's smirking at me!

Why me? Oh God, why me?

...Not that I object to his tongue in my mouth, or anything...
SOOO not the time to be thinking thoughts like that!!! I wince.

Bakura's beginning to grow impatient- I can see it in his eyes. Wary of this, I creep slowly towards him, never taking my eyes off his face, for fear of blinking.

I can't do this.

I jerk back, feeling my face burn with embarrassment. This would be fine- if Malik and Marik weren't here!

Fuck this.

An annoyed snort reaches my ears, and a pair of strong fingers grips the high bridge of my nose. Pulling my face to his, Bakura pushes his lips against mine.

Why did I see this coming?

Oh, yes, because Bakura never backs off from a dare-

Even if it's blowing up the microwave...

!!!

He's-

He's-

Oh my God, that feels so-

I feel my face deepen to a shade of deep shade of crimson as he sucks sensually on my bottom lip, hand releasing my nose to creep around the back of my neck.

....God he's a good kisser...

Why, thank you, Ryou... he purrs in my mind, other hand creeping around my waist.

His tongue moves caressingly across my bottom lip into my mouth, tasting me. Tentatively, I slip my tongue into is mouth...

Oh crap-

He's goin to bite me, isn't he?

As I begin to pull out, he intertwines his tongue with mine, tilting my head to move my head into a more convenient position.

"Ahem?" Someone snickers.

I pull away, and look over in embarrassment at Malik.

"Err- so, who's next?"

He looks at me like I'm stupid.

Oh yeah- it's my turn.

Duh.