By Ra I've missed this. And by 'this' I mean this degree of closeness that- shit that's really bad, even for me. All right. 'This' equals sex. There. My masculinity has been reaffirmed. But it's not just the physical that I enjoy; it's the fact that it's Yami and I have him to myself in every way when we're together.
Yami and I hadn't slept with each other for three weeks before last night, and only Ra knows how in the Seven Hells that happened. My lover recovered from the drain Zel had been exerting on him within a few days a month ago, so that wasn't a problem. It was just that there were so many different *fucking* obstacles. Well, non-fucking obstacles is probably a more accurate description for those come to think of it.
Little things. Stupid little excuses that sent any plans we had made for each other to buggery and any time we *could* share straight to rat's arse. To name but a few examples: Yugi was ill and Yami wanted to stay with him, Ryou's father came back for an exceptionally surprising and exceptionally long visit, some idiot tried to mug me and I spent most of the night making them beg for death, which I then didn't grant. It was a unanimous decision that we couldn't let it happen ever again. I swear my brain was starting to seize up because it sure as Hell wouldn't work when *he* was within fifteen feet of me.
So now I'm lying on Yami in the dewy afterglow waiting for my other senses to start working again and for my strength to return enough to move off of him, not that I really want to. The bond is so open at the moment that the air seems to be thrumming around us and so I know I'm not hurting Yami with my weight on him. I am extremely comfortable, but we planned to go steali- *shopping* today, and if I get too much energy back and I'm still led here we are not leaving the *room*. Not that he'd mind…
Humph. Bloody *shopping* too. I promised that I'd try to be good for a few days after Yami got caught up in the little game of cat-and-mouse I was playing with the inhumanly big and strong security guard, Frank. Him being the cat and me the mouse. Yami tore up his favourite trousers and some of his skin going over the barbed wire on top of the wall when he got caught up in the chase. Considerate sod was more concerned about the blood leaking out of my hands and legs though, but that concern quickly changed to anger after he was satisfied that I was physically fine and just stupid enough to have stolen from a shop with a human tank guarding its merchandise.
/You still brooding over that, 'Kura?/
Smirking, I move my head from where it's pressed against his breastbone and sit up slightly, folding my arms across his chest and propping my chin on them. He regards me through half-lidded eyes with amusement as I cock a brow at his question, tapping my fingertips briefly across his sides.
Yami responds by nudging my ankles with his heels, shifting his hips a little beneath my stomach as he readjusts his position. Slender hands come up across my sides, sweeping across the many scars on my back until his forearms are crossed across my shoulder blades.
Mmm. This is nice. We don't really need to go shopping; we can just stay like this all day. It's not like the Hikaris can't go and get themselves food. Actually, the pair are probably curled up with each other somewhere in the house as well, too bloody lazy to get up and do the shopping themselves.
We do get through food pretty quickly nowadays. Yami and Yugi are here so often that they might as well be living here. I think that they would just move in if it weren't for Yugi's Grandfather. It's no hardship for them to just get up a little earlier to go over and help at the Shop; they've been doing it a lot lately. They just don't like the idea of up and leaving the old guy alone. Yami has a bit more leeway because he's older and not *technically* family, but he still only stays a handful of nights during the month whereas Yugi can only stay one or two.
I wouldn't mind having Yami around all the time I don't think. He's in my head and heart-shit, here we go with the sap again- all the time so having him at arm's reach wouldn't be a bad thing. I should ask him about it actually. He'd need to work out a few things with his Hikari's Grandpa but I can't see anything wrong with it. It's worth a discussion at least.
A familiar itch starts up on my chest, interrupting my musings, and I surreptitiously close a small section of the bond off so Yami won't notice it. It's just a scar acting up and no need for his concern, but the way I got that scar would make it become his concern and I promised myself I'd never let him find out.
Yami always senses it on a subconscious level when it starts to tingle and this morning is no exception. His left arm still holding me close, his right moves down so that his elbow is against his side and his hand forces its way beneath my chest to touch that particular spot. He has no idea why he does it and I've never 'heard' him question it, and even if he did ask about it I'd lie to him anyway.
His fingers move minutely across the marred flesh, the movement a bit of an accomplishment considering the fact that his hand is trapped between both our bodies. The soft sensation across the tingling feeling makes me shiver a little and he snorts lightly in amusement taking it for pleasure. He couldn't be more wrong, but I won't say anything. He would get suspicious and I don't want him asking questions about it.
That scar is a reminder of things that are best forgotten but that I personally want to remember. Yami's always drawn to it without really knowing why because it's a mark made by magic, the residual energies burned into my skin and promising to stay for a good many years. Only strong magic can leave lasting wounds like this and that's the kind of magic that Zel possessed.
The rainbow-haired-psycho had lived inside Yami for centuries, something that I'll feel very pissed about until the end of my days so I wasn't surprised to find that my lover responds -albeit unknowingly- when what remains of Zel tingles. It bothered me at first but there's nothing I can do about it. I'm stuck with the mark and the sensations that twinge through it every few days that draw Yami to it like a magnet, responding to the loss of something that, albeit a monstrosity, was still a part of him.
Still, no point in bitching about the past. It's just a scar now, one that'll act up just like all the others I have do on occasion, just a little differently. No real bother there as I'm getting used to it now. What's important here is that I have Yami and he's safe and most importantly he's *mine*.
'Hmm'ing this happy musing to myself as I smile up at him softly (one of the very few things in life that I *can* do softly. Go figure), I shift my position on Yami's body until my cheek is pillowed on my folded forearms. Think I'll just close my eyes for a little bit.
'Yami?'
Figures. Well, at least Ryou had the good sense to wait before trying to talk to me. He knows perfectly well what I'd do to him if he interrupted *anything*. Yami's hand falls still beneath my chest but the fingers that have been steadily creeping up my neck start to move in slow, methodical circles.
What do you want?
'Yugi and I were just talking and he said that they're having some money troubles with the shop. Has Yami said anything to you?'
I frown a little at that and open my eyes minutely to look up at Yami as I think. I had no idea that they were having problems. I thought business was going great and all the rest of it. Oh... He doesn't want me worrying so he's omitted this little bit of information from me.
No Ryou, he hasn't said anything. How bad is it?
'Pretty bad if my understanding is right. Some sort of problems with the new lease, neither of us really understand. Yugi's getting worried though and Yami hasn't spoken about it to him.'
So you want me to ask him about it I take it?
'If you wouldn't mind?'
I sigh mentally and close off the bond, opening my eyes fully and jumping slightly when I see that Yami is staring back at me through his lashes. /Everything all right?/
"Actually I was going to ask you that," I state, sitting up a little feeling marginally pissed off that he hasn't been talking to me. We're usually pretty open with each other so I'm naturally confused by the fact that he hasn't even mentioned something that is obviously important. But I'm not hurt. Not emotionally. That would mean that I'm whipped which I am most certainly not.
A slight frown is my only response for a few seconds; quite reasonable since I've moved our conversation out of the bond and my eyes have got the steel tint that Ryou is always scolding me about in them.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean not telling me that the shop is having problems with cash. Since when did you stop talking to me?" Tuh. I sound like a housewife. Fantastic.
"And what difference would it make? You can't do anything about it so there's little point in saying."
Ooh, I think I've found a sore spot with this one. Yami once was a Pharaoh. Pharaohs didn't really have financial problems. All this must be a bit new to him and I reckon he's feeling just a bit bitter. All the more reason he should have bloody well *talked to me*.
"I didn't say that I would do anything to help, not actively anyway, unless you wanted me to. But you still could have told me, that way if you got worried about it you could have talked to me because you're obviously bottling up so you don't upset Yugi."
He's silent which means I've won this argument. I can faintly feel a coldly acidic tingle of guilt from his end so he obviously feels bad about having kept this from me. I send back wordless reassurance and twitch my nose at him. That usually makes him smile.
Today is the first exception to that. Hmm.
"I'm sorry. I'll keep you informed in the future. It doesn't matter too much anyway. I'm sorting it out, and I'd feel better if you left me to do it on my own."
To say that that avowal took me by surprise would be an understatement. Oh, I don't mean to insult Yami. Quite the contrary; I'm flattered that he wants to help. However, I can tell that he's planning to do this on his own and by his own means, and *that's* what surprises me. He's independent entirely now and he's very intelligent, but I don't believe that he has the means to come up with a significant amount of cash in a very short period of time.
/Trust me Bakura. Just because I'm not a professional thief doesn't mean I can't come by money on my own. Yugi and his Grandpa have done a lot for me and I want to repay them, and I'd appreciate it if you let me do it on my own./
I can understand that. He wants to have a sense of accomplishment and all that bollocks at the end of it all. That and the fact that he still has a bit of a problem with his pride and he'll refuse to ask for help until he absolutely has to. And when he does I'll be more than happy to do what I can.
I nod a little to show my 'consent' to his thoughts, silently promising to leave him to his schemes. I have doubts, I'll admit it, but it's important to him that I have faith and confidence in his abilities to for the moment I'll feign it. I have a strange feeling that he's going to pull this off somehow, although I can't see how. There aren't any decently sized Duel Monsters competitions going on, and even then it would take time to cough up, and other than that I can't see how Yami is going to come by a small windfall. I'll keep an eye on him and just wait and see how it all pans out.
I feel him blindly run the hand between my shoulders around to cup my face and letting it rest there as his eyes close and his breathing evens out. I watch him until he's drifted off properly before tugging the blankets up around us properly and shifting slightly until I'm comfortable enough to sleep.
*****
It's been a week now and I'm starting to reassess the idea of Yami's money-obtaining capabilities. I still have absolutely no idea how he's doing it, but I've been checking with Yugi through Ryou and it turns out that a significant amount of money has been 'appearing' in the cash register courtesy of Yami every morning for the last three days. Apparently Yami is keeping his lips sealed about how he's doing this, and I'm not going to push. If he wants to keep this secret that's fine. I can't say how long that'll last though...
Still, the fact that no one has a clue about how Yami is doing this is really pissing me off though. He thinks it's funny in his own sick little way but he has told me that he's *earning* it so I 'don't need to worry'.
The going bet is that he's doing some grunt-work at a bar, either using the Puzzle a bit to play security or is serving behind the bar because he buggers off about Eight and is back for Four the next morning. I have no clue where he goes as I've never followed and don't check; he can have his privacy and secrets if he wants them. He's does the same for me. If this is still going on by the middle of next week though, I may have to follow him. The curiosity is going to kill me and I find the secrecy more than a bit suspicious.
The Pup had a ludicrously stupid and yet intriguing thought that Yami had turned into a pimp for the last couple of nights, bringing on a fantastic speech from Anzu who is still in some sort of denial about the fact that Yami and I are practically cemented together. The stupid cow was sticking up for him against an obvious *joke*, glaring at me as well as Joey as if it was somehow my fault. I think I'm going to have to dye her eyebrows neon pink or something fairly soon. She really has been pushing her luck around me lately so she needs to be punished.
Anyway, getting back to Yami. It's evening three of the nights he's left for 'work' as he's calling it. I'll admit that my curiosity is starting to get the better of me and I almost tailed him out but I restrained myself. Ryou took pity on me (I really feel the need to punch myself for looking pathetic enough to *warrant* that word) and invited me over to the Game Shop, telling me to wear something nice.
I scowled at that but chucked on a dark blue shirt all the same. He told me as I walked over that they were going out tonight for Joey's sake. He needed some sort of chat with Yugi and they were taking him out to 'loosen him up'. I could do that in a small room inside of ten minutes with just my bare hands. Just depends how 'loose' they actually want him…
I walk at a slower pace than normal, daydreaming mostly thanks to the 'loosen up Joey' bit and having walked past a group of kids playing baseball. Everyone was just starting to leave the house when I finally turned up, my brow disappearing into my hairline when I saw that all three of them were looking pretty sharp. Not 'dressed-to-the-nines' sharp but sharp in a casual sort of way. Guess 'we' must have lent Yugi a little money for this one. No matter. Ryou flashed me a grin as he came to my side and I growled a little at the Pup as he walked past me to take the lead with Yugi.
The blond didn't even flinch, clear indication that he's gotten used to me and my ways and that I'm going to have to start trying harder. I'll do something to him tomorrow; he does look like shit right now. I can see why the Hikaris are taking him out. I'm starting to wonder if this little trip is something different to the booze-up that I've been anticipating.
"Ryou, where are we going?" I asked, glancing down at my lighter half briefly. I note that Joey glances over his shoulder at the question and slows his steps minutely. Obviously he's clueless too.
'The new club that opened last month. Yugi saw an advertisement for it the other day and figured it would be fun' he replies evenly, looking up at me with a small smile playing, slender hands losing themselves in the pockets of his trousers. He obviously doesn't want Joey knowing this and from they way Yugi is shaking his head with a grin, they're agreed to keep him unknowing.
If this is one of those clubs with flickering lights, fake smoke and cheesy music, there *will* be Hell to pay. I'll turn around the second I get in the door. But those kinds of places don't exactly seem like the sort of place where you'd talk to someone to cheer them up, no matter how big a moron they are. They'd end up walking out feeling more miserable than when they walked in.
'Exactly what sort of 'club' is it?' I press. If he doesn't answer me straight this time, I'm going to get very pissed off.
'A gay men-only club. Is that all right?' he replies with a knowing smirk as he stares at me directly, his face looking entirely too much like mine for a few brief seconds. I naturally grin back and pick up my pace a little. It really has been years since I stopped by a place like that and the fact that it's brand-new makes it all the more intriguing. In the end it took us ten minutes to get there, the merry troop travelling in silence when Joey got the hint that no one was going to give away the destination.
'Theo' is huge, but I know that big doesn't always mean good. The line of blokes queuing outside the door and around the corner however starts to give something away. Walking past the guys on the other side of the black velvet rope, I see their eyes travel up and down the slender forms of the Hikaris and protectiveness (or possibly possessiveness. I can't really tell) kicks in so I walk up between them and sling an arm over both their shoulders.
What? Ryou's my reincarnation and Yugi is my lover's. I have a duty to make sure they don't get their arses slapped by twats in a line. The Pup is on his own though, and I'm not overly bothered by the stares I can feel burning into by back and, generally, my arse. Handy having a Millennium Item. It's a bit like having eyes in the back of my head sometimes. I can get a feel for what people around me are doing or feeling when I concentrate and the chewable notion around me right now is anticipation and lust.
Reaching the front, I see Yugi hand the bouncer/tank/Frank a red card with something inscribed on it. He nods a little and opens the heavy bronzed door for us, closing it firmly once we're inside. And now that we're inside I can happily state that 'big' sometimes does equate as 'good'. Bloody fantastic is a better term actually. The Pup's jaw is on the floor.
The building is four stories and this room looks to be four stories, metal stairs leading up to different levels lining the walls and crisscrossing a good few feet up. It's quite dark inside and the shadows are practically vibrating with the music pounding through the air. There must be ten speakers in here, at least. It's obviously quieter higher up as I can see couples drinking and talking at tables on the highest levels.
A large square stage with three floor-to-ceiling poles protruding from it stands three or four feet up from the center of the room, what looks like Harem boys occupying it at the moment, surrounded by the dance/drooling floor. A short catwalk with silk and gauze curtains leads to it and a cinema-size video screen is on the wall behind it playing music videos to compliment what the speakers are pounding out. To the right facing the catwalk is the bar, seemingly carved into the bricks.
My eyes remained fixed on the bar for some reason and I dimly hear Yugi tell me that they'll see me later before they leave me standing by the door. Someone stumbling back into me knocks me back to my senses and I blink a little before making my way through the crowd to the hole in the wall to see why exactly it had captured my interest so much. After a few steps a gap in the crowd forms and I catch a fleeting glimpse of *Yami*. What in the Hell is he…?
Fuck, *this* is where he's been! I owe Yugi a pack of cards. He figured Yami was working behind a bar somewhere. Still I doubt he'd figured that it was in a place like this. Dressed in what looks like a bloody *spandex* black tank top and his usual tight leather trousers, his hair seems to have a bit of an extra flare and I'd be lying if I didn't say he was wearing a bit of makeup. Oh, I have *really* been missing out on something here.
Grinning to the extent where I think that my head is going to crack into two pieces, I start to move towards him, fully intending to arrange a bought of tequila-slammers between us when he's done later. But when I get to within just a few meters of him another guy dressed in the same getup comes up beside Yami and taps his shoulder, telling him something before he takes over and Yami walks off.
Continuing at a bit of a brisker pace, I make it to the bar and muscle a place between a blond and a skinhead. The new guy comes over and looks at me expectantly with a smile. "Cool hair you've got there. What're you having?"
"Bacardi, and a word with the guy who just left," I reply smoothly, leaning my weight onto my arms as I cross my legs at the ankles, looking up over my shoulder and using the Ring briefly to find Ryou. The three are on the top floor around their own table, I can see.
The barman's smile widens and he speaks as he rummages around at the shelves for the bottle. "Ebony? We've been getting more guys in since he started. Figures. It's always the exotic ones. He's taken though, mate, and I wouldn't appreciate you pushing on him."
He says that last part firmly with no smile as he puts the glass containing the clear fluid in front of me and I have to restrain my own grin. Good to know that Yami's being looked out for when I'm not around. He's more than capable of taking care of himself, I know, but I still want someone to keep an eye on him.
"I know he's taken. He's *mine*." I think growling that last bit out and scowling darkly was a bit of overkill there, but it was purely instinctual. The barman just grins again and grabs my hand in a firm handshake.
"Hey, congratulations! Yeah, I'll grab him for you. He's on in a minute so I'll take you round back afterwards. Sorry about the screw-up with the performance times. He's supposed to be on later, I know, but there was this whole thing with the lighting and a guy broke his wrist rehearsing so everything got shot to shit for a bit. On the upside, I finally get to meet the famous 'Kura! I'm gone at Ten so I've never seen you before- shit, I'm going on. Hang around here when your fella's finished and I'll let you through."
And then he's off serving drinks again, leaving me standing here like a Lemming as I try to sort out my thoughts. Giving up after a few seconds of turning over the words 'on', 'performance' and 'rehearsing' in my head, I take down the Bacardi in one go and jerk around to face the stage when the pounding music which had become natural ceased.
The air seemed to get charged in those silent moments in the dark, the crowd whispering among themselves and steadily getting closer to the stage. I start to hear something familiar from above, old and quiet sounds that stir at my memories. Chains. I can hear *chains* clinking against each other. Now I'm interested…
Every light suddenly blasts into life and everyone's blinded for a few seconds as the music starts up in a strong beat that's steadily getting louder and faster. Something dark drops down from between the three poles, slowing its decent by planting booted feet against one pole whilst his hands grab the other two until he lands. The figure is distorted by the mass of small and large metal links draped all over them and the deep blue light is too dark to make anything out.
But I know exactly who's on the stage. The tugging in my stomach and the warmth down the bond tells me in no uncertain terms. He doesn't know I'm here; everything is blocked off on his end and I can tell he's concentrating. After that bloody stunt (which I might have to kill him for later) he'd need to be.
Three more figures slide down the poles as the lights finally raise and the music reaches its real beat and volume. Fire is flickering on the screen framing him from behind, silhouetting his form and his outfit beautifully. There's suddenly a lot of shouting. I think Yami's gotten popular here…
And no wonder. His trousers look like they've been painted on and his chest in bare, slick with oil so that the images of flames from behind him flash oranges and gold across his smooth skin. Chains of varying thickness wind loosely around his waist, two trailing limply off to cuffs on each slender wrist and the rest draping around booted feet, buckle-laden leather encasing up to mid-thigh.
Did it just get a lot warmer in here or is it just me? As it is my own trousers have just gotten *extremely* painful. He'd better be able to keep all that gear… Grabbing the guy in front of me who dared to get in my line of sight by the neck, I shove him roughly to one side just in time to see the other dancers to finish dropping down, dressed the same but without the chains, and for all four of them to start to dance.
I don't give a shit that almost everyone is watching now, catcalling and even trying to climb up on the stage (Metal-tipped boots seem to be stamping on a lot of fingers that way), Yami's mine and that knowledge has me grinning with a smug kind of pride. All these bozos want him and he's mine in practically every way. He can sway and snap up there all he damn well wants and I'll just watch, knowing that everyone around me is going to be very jealous because I'm going to be the one to take him home.
It's a fairly short sequence, which has me feeling a little disappointed when it's over, but the whole thing is damn good. Lots of movements that are practically identical to ones that I've pulled in fights combined with sinuous movements and sultry looks combine to give a fantastic performance. I had no idea that Yami could dance and I have no idea where the Hell he learned to do all that. I think I'll ask him later. No, I'm not going to feign ignorance about this one; it's *way* too much fun to have him know that I've seen him move like that.
I feel a warm hand on my shoulder and turn lazily, partially interested in what's coming on next and still in a bit of shock from seeing Yami. It's the bartender again and he shouts something over the din before leading me across the wall to the corner. Shoving open the heavy bronze door, he lets me pass through and points down the short corridor before closing it again behind me.
The passageway is narrow and empty, dimly lit and very clean. Moving along it dimly hearing the music and voices reverberating through the walls, I find a single door on the left at the end. Opening it without hesitation, I find myself in a room filled with costumes, chairs and make-up 'stations' against one wall. Four dancers wearing little more than feathers walk past me with a friendly greeting and then it's just the remaining dancer and me.
Yami's unhooking the last couple of chains from his waist in front of one of these 'stations', his back turned against me. I grin and approach him silently, hazing over the bond so that he wouldn't be able to sense me even if he hadn't blocked me and was looking. I'm just about to touch him when he turns for some unknown reason and yelps in a way that is truly cute (I'm starting to think that I'm going to have to get some help with all these stupid words) and his bright eyes are huge. The shock quickly wears off and he breaks into a smile, practically jumping on me in a hug. Hmm. Dancing… Adrenalin… Hyperness… Yes…
Steadying us instantly, I nip at the side of his neck and curl my lip a little when I discover that that oh-so-nice oil doesn't taste oh-so-nice. "I think someone needs to be stripped down and dropped in a bath."
He pulls back from me still smiling, looking down at his smeared skin and nodding a little in agreement. "It's easy to get off. The smell's harder. I'm surprised you never notice."
I shrug a little. He has a point though. Why had I not noticed it? I'm supposed to be highly observant and always on my toes. By Ra I'm getting sloppy. I've been clinging to my old ways for weeks but they're just slipping away from me. And I hate to say it but I don't think it's too big a problem because I don't need them anymore.
"How did you find me? I knew you would in the end, I just want to know whether of not you followed me," he asks, stepping away from me a little and starting to unhook the last two chains at his waist.
No, I think they should stay actually. He quirks a brow at me as my hand stills his over the fine metal links, grinning to himself as he opens the top draw of the white desk and takes out a bottle and cotton wool. I let him carry on as I answer his inquiry, crossing my arms and leaning on the desk close to him.
"I came with Ryou and Yugi." It's funny how wide his eyes go, and the eyeliner makes it kinda freaky. Close up I can see his wearing glitter as well. I'm going to have so much fun with all of this… "The Pup's here as well. They're talking about something; I don't really give a damn. Don't think they've seen you though; they looked pretty engrossed in their little conversation last I checked. Bleedin' crime if you ask me."
I lean forward again with intention quite obvious and almost make contact before Yami dances out of my reach, still holding a saturated lump of cotton wool. His aura flickers as he checks on Yugi, obviously scouting for feelings of surprise or shock. Obviously he didn't find anything as the flicker goes and he raises the cotton to his face to start wiping off the crap he's piled on.
"Leave it on," I tell him flatly before he can start wrecking the good job whoever it was made of his face. He looked good before but this is like icing on the cake. His features aren't covered at all. Just, more accentuated, and accentuated I like. He doesn't even try to protest, walking back to the desk and hopping up onto it next to me, picking apart the soaking cotton with his fingers. Idle hands. Someone' s still feeling energetic…
"Whatever they're talking about must be fairly serious," he muses aloud still staring at his fingers before smirking up at me with narrowed eyes. "What'd they bring you along for?"
What? Does everyone think that I can't do the serious shit? I think that after last month I proved myself quite well thank you very bloody much. I just don't give a damn this time round is all. Why would I care about the Pup? "Ryou invited me along, actually. New club, unknown hazards for our *innocent* little Hikaris and all that. You owe me for not letting your Hikari get groped, by the way." Okay that one was a bit low but I'm feeling, well, it's kind of obvious considering what I just saw.
"Hmm. I know more about that now than I ever wanted to." He sighs a little. "And don't go all Ring-ho on me when we get outside. You don't need to banish any souls. I'm stopping in a few days."
Now why would he think that I'd try and kill the stupid motherfuckers who would dare even try to lay a finger on him? I let the comment about 'stopping in a few days' pass because, quite simply, right now I'm too randy and playful to do a 'serious conversation'.
There are a few minutes of silence as I stare at his profile and he continues fiddling with the damp cotton. "Where did you learn to dance like that anyway?" I ask finally in an admittedly sly voice, tipping my head back a bit so that I'm looking down my nose a little at him.
I'm ecstatic to see a light blush flare up under the glittery tint on his cheeks. "I picked it up really. Got some extra balance from the puzzle and being something other than mortal means no cramps or breathlessness."
All right, he answered my question but I want to poke at this just a *little* bit more. And when I prod it tends to lead somewhere… I won't look into what I just thought to myself. Really, I wont.
"No, where did you learn to move that, *sinuously*? I never figured you for the dance-sex type."
He doesn't look at me and I can sense his end crackling a little as he tries to come up with a satisfactory answer. Or just *an* answer. I'm enjoying this sick little thing I've started more than I should be considering that my love is on the verge of squirming.
I tip my head to the side with my expression serious, feigning true consideration and thought. "You didn't used to be a women, did you?"
His head snaps to face me and his eyes are large with surprise as the question delivered entirely deadpan, and my face isn't giving anything away now.
"No!"
"I mean in another past life, or did you just get bored in the Puzzle and um, *fiddle* with your physical appearance. You know, just for kicks."
He gapes at me a little. He knows I'm joking but still can't believe I'm saying all these things completely seriously. Yami's fun to wind up like this. He's a bit of a sucker in this area if I find the right spot to hit. Just like a little wind up mouse. Of he goes! Whee!
"No! Never! I'm one-hundred percent male, and I've never pulled a Nyannichuan, nor have I ever wanted to," he twitters having hopped off the desk and moved to stand in front of me. His posture, entirely subconsciously, has turned ludicrously defensive. Well, I am attacking his masculinity here. Hmm. Wonder how much masculinity a gay guy can actually have? Something worth pondering whilst I am either A: drunk or B: stoned, in the near future.
"Ah, yes, utterly and completely man-flesh, hmm?" I prod, stepping off the desk myself and advancing slowly, giving my hips a little more movement than usual.
"Exactly."
"Man-flesh that is completely unmarred except for, oh-"
I look at his bare shoulder feigning having seen something before lunging at him and beginning work on a mark there with my teeth. He stumbles back a little laughing, landing us both on the floor as I make a point not to do anything to help our balance.
"The door's not locked," he manages between laughs.
/See me care/ I send back, still working on his shoulder. Gods, this oil is foul. The skin underneath however is most delectable.
"Seriously Bakura, stop. Someone could walk right in."
I'm sensing that he actually means that. I stop my roving hands and settle for finishing off his hickey. Nearly done now…
"No!" he tells me firmly, pushing me off of him and sitting up on his hands. Obviously I didn't back off fast enough for him. "I have to work here for the next three days."
Okay, I can see his point but that dance was really, really sexy! He comes home *now*. Well, that is he would have if someone hadn't just broken a chair across my shoulders. That kinda of hurts a little.
"Get the hell off him!"
Oh hell.
"You all right, Eb'?"
Yami's on his feet and getting behind me and in front of *them* as I try to get the funny black stars to go away. "It's not like it sounds. This is Bakura; my boyfriend. I appreciate the 'saving', really, but *please* don't do that again."
Yes, please don't do that again. Shite, that'll bruise for a bit. Might have to shake this guy's hand after I break his neck. Yami's knelt down next to me now, a hand going to my shoulder and his head bowed to see my face beneath a curtain of hair.
"Are you okay? I'm sorry, I know how I made that-"
"My fault. No worries. Can we get the hell out of here now?"
He nods a little and holds my elbow as I stand. The room does a funny tilt type thing but it goes away before I can start to enjoy it. I think I've earned something now, and his sympathy is always good to play off.
/We tell the Hikaris about this now/
Surprise comes back to me but I answer back before he gets a chance in.
/I think this is something Yugi's gonna want to know about, and I want to see their faces. Not ashamed, are you?/
/Of course not. I'm getting money for the shop, not turning myself into some sort of whore./
/Good. And now tell me that you get to keep all this stuff./
A hesitation. Looks like he's going to have to call in favours or cough up. /I can keep it.//
Right then. Off to the Hikaris to says 'hi' and to introduce them to Yami's new makeup, and then I'm going to take him home and put him through the mattress.
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I laughed all the way home from Theo and it was even funnier when Yami acted all serious about it. I'm still snickering a bit internally actually. The Pup, fancies, the rich brat with the six-foot pole rammed up his arse. This has made my year.
That's what Ryou and Yugi were counselling him about, probably taking him to 'Theo' to get his mind off things and lighten his spirits or something mushy and 'deep' like that. I could screw around with the blond so much now that it has actually become almost too easy to bother with. Well, that is I *would've* been able to screw around with him (not like that! Bloody hell, I'm not *that* depraved) if not for the fact that Yami is fairly chummy with him.
Damnit. Ruins my fun. Well, Yami provides fun in other ways, pretty much passed out from it now actually as I scrub out the smell of oils from my hair and skin in the shower, musing to myself silently. I kind of have an obligation not to hurt Yami's feelings no matter how indirectly that might be. I don't like hurting his feelings so there's no obligation there, but pissing him off indirectly as I do something for my own perverted amusement does have a restriction on it now.
How can I leave this alone?! It's a crime too! Joey is head over heels for Kaiba! The torture-induced scenarios that just come to the top of my head are almost reason enough to ignore the friendship-shite and be diabolically evil. But as Yami reminded me Joey didn't make our lives difficult when he found out about us. Well, except for that day at the arcade but Yami seemed to want to smooth that one over.
Yami seemed to want to smooth a lot of things over last night, like how he even *got* the job here for a start. Yugi tried asking but Yami dodged it expertly and we all left that one alone. I caught Ryou giving him a rather interesting look though, which made me send a little warning his way. Nothing serious. Just a 'keep your own' type thing. Nicer than my usual warnings actually.
Yugi was quite appreciative of the whole thing and offered to come and 'offer his support' for the whole thing for the next three nights, something that Yami rapidly declined. I can understand that one. Dancing like that knowing that your Hikari is watching it just-urgh. Me going however was far better received. This way Yami can dance his tight little arse off for me. I am liking this by the way, however there is no way in hell that I'm learning anything and joining him. That notion popped up as well last night and popped right back down again at the look on my face.
Anyway, getting back to the dog-crossed-lovers thing. Thinking about it I think they'd get on all right given a bit of time and incentive. Yami and I were even bigger rivals that Joey and Kaiba are and our relationship is solid. Please note the 'r' word there. I consider this a personal achievement.
I'm resigned to listen to Yami for the moment and just sit back to see what happens. If everything goes stagnant though I'm taking matters into my own hands though, and I can already taste the merriment that will spawn from my involvement. But for now I'll just wait and see.
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I make a point to leave room to continue but leave the opportunity for me to leave it, but this chapter leans more towards the former than the latter. My time is pretty much dominated by collage and exams at the moment (and will be for the next few weeks) so there won't be another chapter for a long time. 'Domination' is the only other active story which I try to update monthly, and this one gets updated when I get a good idea and can be arsed to write and post it.
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