Title: Seduction
Author: Junko the Lost
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ryou is dared to seduce Bakura, but there is one problem, his yami is dating Malik. Shounen-ai. Bakura/Malik. Bakura/Ryou.
Warnings: Shounen-ai.
Disclaimer: I neither own Yu-Gi-Oh! or its characters, nor am I making any money from this publication.
The rest of the week passed in relative boredom. It all-too-quickly became routine for them. Ryou would flirt shamelessly, grinning all the while in a cat that ate the canary sort of way. Bakura would then, sick of stuttering with no proper response, flirt back. Malik often watched from the sidelines, giggling all the while at his boyfriend's stupidity. It was obvious Ryou knew exactly what to say to make Bakura stutter, be quiet, and finally struggle to come up with an articulate response.
Though they were all playfulness in the open, emotions ran tense. How serious was Ryou? Did his simple teasing actually mean anything? Malik and Bakura could only wait in dreadful anticipation until Ryou decided to take a step forward, towards a relationship, or back, more towards a platonic love. They were locked in a struggle, and no one could move until Ryou decided.
On Friday, Bakura and Malik breezed through the door after a nice, quiet dinner at a local restaurant. On the way home they'd picked up some movies they were planning to watch that night. They both started giggling when they saw Ryou in the kitchen baking, country music cranked up on high. He turned at the sound of their laughter.
"Hey, what's so funny?" he asked indignantly, a wooden spoon in one hand as he glared at them. They shook their heads in dismissal as the previous song ended and Amy Dalley came on singing Men Don't Change. Their giggles finally subsided only to return full force as Ryou squealed delightedly, "I love this song!"
'Cupid works for the devil
Be suspicious if he cries
You know sex is usually good
Yeah, but it ain't always right
Chocolate is a band-aid and no matter what they say
Shoes don't stretch and men don't change'
Ryou sang the refrain delightedly as he took the cookies out of the oven, setting them down and turning the radio off as the song ended.
"You sing?" Malik asked an edge of laughter still in his tone. Ryou just turned and grinned at Malik suavely.
"I do sometimes," he smirked, returning to his cookies. Bakura and Malik exchanged a glance, that was the first time Ryou had ever focused solely on Malik as the object of his flirtations.
"So when will the cookies be ready?" Bakura asked, trying to keep the subject off flirting and teasing.
"About five minutes, they need to cool. What do you have planned for tonight?" Ryou replied, looking back at the two of them.
Malik plopped on the couch, pushing one of the videos into the VCR and pushing the play button. Bakura also sat down on the couch before responding to Ryou's question.
"We're going to spend the night watching old Sci-Fi movies and making fun of them," Bakura answered.
Ryou leaned on the back of the couch, watching the beginning credits over their heads before responding smartly, "So basically you'll watch half of one, get bored, have sex and keep me up most of the night. Great. Wonderful." Bakura glared at him.
"Ryou, could I speak to you for a moment," he questioned tensely. Ryou rolled his eyes and walked into his bedroom, Bakura giving Malik a quick kiss before following Ryou and closing the door behind them. Malik watched the door anxiously.
"What's your problem?" Bakura asked angrily, "You've been like this all week, one moment you're flirting and the next moment you're moody and sarcastic. What is going on?"
Ryou's eyes just stared at him dully. He growled, picking Ryou up by the collar and shoving him against the wall. Ryou whimpered slightly, feet dangling but two inches from the ground.
"Something's going on Ryou and you're not telling me what. I can't make you do anything, but I want to help you out." His voice softened as he set Ryou back on the ground. Ryou stared at him for a second before wrapping his arms around Bakura throat and pulling them close, so their noses just barely brushed.
"You want to know what's wrong with me? This." With that, Ryou brought his lips to Bakura's and began a slow torture of the ancient thief. He found it easy to swap their positions with Bakura so surprised. With Bakura now pinned to the wall, his lips parted the other mouth and began to scour the newfound domain with passion.
Bakura moaned, and in the back of his mind he found it vaguely ironic that he was at his innocent hikari's mercy, but man, Ryou could kiss. As Ryou kissed the living hell out of him, he found himself succumbing to the mouth that had him so mesmerized. That was, until the phone rang.
Ryou pulled away almost reluctantly, going to the phone and picking it up.
"Hello? Hey, Mercury. Hold on one second." Ryou motioned for Bakura to go back to Malik. When Bakura gave him a confused glance, Ryou covered the mouthpiece, "This conversation might take awhile, Malik will want to see you," he said calmly, for all the world acting like nothing had happened between them.
Bakura left, and Ryou returned to his dance partner on the phone. "Hey Merc, sorry, had to get rid of my Yami."
"That's right, how's the bet going?" Merc asked, always up for a good intrigue.
"Not as well as I could have hoped."
"Well, good luck, you know I'm rooting for you."
"Yeah, well, why did you call?" Ryou questioned.
"Well my cousin's in town and well, since I have a date tonight, I was wondering if you would mind distracting him."
"Well, is he cute?" Ryou asked, giggling.
"By your standards, who knows? I don't know what you like since you fell for your psycho yami."
"Okay, I'll be over in about a half hour."
"That's fine." They hung up and Ryou made his way back into the living room where Malik and Bakura sat on the couch. Bakura looked at him with wide eyes, but didn't say anything.
"Hey, me and a friend are hanging out tonight, okay?"
"Okay," Bakura replied, eyeing Ryou warily.
"Bye."
Half an hour later, Ryou was walking up the pathway to Mercury's house. Knocking on the door, he was greeted quickly by Merc's cousin. He was tall, about 6'4" and had Mercury's quick, lively green eyes. He also had brown hair streaked with black. He wore baggy, black pants with many chains hanging from them and a black tee shirt that displayed a red dragon on it. Spike bracelet hung from his wrists and a silver piercing glinted at the top of his ear.
"Hey, you must be Ryou," he said, smirking slightly in a demonic way.
"Yeah, and your name is?" Ryou asked.
"Emerald," he replied, again flashing a witty grin. They headed off. Ryou planned to take Emerald to one of the more popular dance clubs in town. He had a feeling Emerald would fit right in with the crowds that frequented the place, as he glanced at the boy's attire.
Unbeknownst to him, though, he was being tailed by his yami and Malik.
They trailed him to the dance club, staring at each other when they realized where the pair was headed.
"Did you know Ryou went to places like this?" Bakura asked, turning to Malik.
"No, did you?" Malik replied. Bakura shook his head. They watched as Ryou and Emerald got out of the car. Ryou grinned up at Emerald, leading him into the dance club. "It seems him and his 'friend' are going to do a little more than hang out, don't you think, Bakura?"
Bakura nodded, betrayal in his eyes, and a determination to find out what his hikari was up to in his heart. They too got out of the car and made their way into the club. Inside, lights blared and the music throbbed as if the building had a heartbeat. The club was a regular hangout for punks and Goths, explaining the generally black attire of the entire crowd.
They watched Ryou from a corner as he and Emerald danced. As Emerald pulled Ryou closer, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy's waist, they became convinced that Emerald and Ryou were much more than friends.
As one of the songs ended, Emerald leaned down to kiss Ryou. He gave into it, knowing he would likely never see this boy again.
Bakura stared for a second before turning and walking out of the club. He couldn't believe his eyes. Ryou had kissed no more than two hours before, and here he was, kissing his -boyfriend-, whom he hadn't even bothered to tell him about.
Malik hurried after him, getting into the car beside him. Bakura was trembling to hard to start the car. His eyes were filled with unrivaled rage.
"Bakura?" Malik asked, resting a hand on Bakura's arm.
"He goddamn kissed me, Malik!" Bakura shouted, slamming his fist into the dashboard.
"Who?" Malik asked, vaguely confused.
"Ryou, just a little while ago, when we were in his room. And there he is, fucking kissing a guy I've never met."
Well, a story originally meant to be two chapters at most has been irreversibly changed into a multi-chapter fic that knows no bounds. I have no idea how it's going to end so don't bother asking. Oh, and it might be a while before the next update. Marching band is starting up.
Junko-chan