Well, I got a good reaction to this story, which makes me happy. Anyway, here's chapter 2. I'm thinking about doing some...::Giggles:: Citrus in this, but I'm still thinking about it. Anyone wanna see some? - I'm such a tease. Anyway...let me thank some people....

KentouKurige: I am the angst queen, I know. Leave my grammer alone. I think I have the best grammar in this group. ::Raspberry:: Anyway...Eiji is the name stupidhead, Justin wanted for his chibi, and I needed more people to make fun of, hence, Eiji and Heiwa. You may make a cameo in this one too...I think I found a spot for you. Thanks for reviewing, uma-chan.

FeelaG101: Funny? I'm still a bit confused on how it's funny...but thanks for reviewing anyway! I'm glad you liked it.

Okay, I think that's it...so...on with the mighty disclaimer.

::DISCLAIMER::

Malik: ::Rides out upon Ryou whose is dressed like a reigndeer, dressed like Santa:: HO HO HO! Merry Uploading!

Ryou: o.o;;

Malik: Kei does not own Yu-Gi-Oh, me, or my little pet down here.

Ryou: Call me a pet once more, Malik, and you're sleeping on the couch!

Malik: ;; Enjoy the story, everyone!

Chapter 2: A Second Chance at a First Impression

Ryou swallowed hard as the form moved closer and closer to him, the figure now dressed in a flowing robe, looking as if it were made from the same material as the curtains on the stage, though the color was a bit lighter then the curtains. The robe dragged soundlessly behind him, rippling and shifting as he did. The apprehensive one finally looked up, being eye level with the dancer's finely toned midsection. A moment of silence splashed over them, the dancer being the first to speak in a low, seductive tone,
"So, I hear you're looking for some action." He let out a soft chuckle, crouching down so his eyes met Ryou's, who was quickly dragged into the endlessly entrancing lavender orbs embedded in the russet skin. The performer of erotica ran a slender finger down Ryou's cheek, seeming to purr out his next statement. "I'll give you what you want. I know what yo--"
"Wait..." Ryou softly intervened to the other's surprise. "Could you tell me your name, please?" His polite tone took the dancer by surprise, as he couldn't figure what a man this innocent, this frail, would be doing in a place like this, a place sheathed in the darkest of darkness. The tanned one couldn't say no to a customer, nor would he. In sleek, smooth movements, he slid his slender figure down into Ryou's lap, running the palm of his hand down his alabaster cheek. He let out a soft giggle, his lips heading towards the customer's ear, where he whispered his name softly, lips barley brushing against his earlobe.
"Malik."
Ryou's eyes widened as he pulled away from any further somewhat pleasing contact that was providing for him as he stared into the violet orbs, auburn glistening with immense confusion. "M-malik? Malik Ishtar?"
This now caused the dancer's eyes to widen as he picked himself up from the other's lap, bewilderment coming over him. "H-how do you know that?"
Swallowing hard, Ryou stood, head lowered, bangs dangling before his eyes. "Y-you graduated in my class, remember? Class of 2001, Domino High." Lifting his eyes to meet the tanned one, a few droplets of sweat clung to his bangs, as again, he swallowed hard. "It's me, Ryou...Ryou Bakura. You were in a few of my classes with me, remember?" He saw nothing more then Malik taking a few steps back, stumbling a bit over an oddly placed oak table in the middle of the dark room. His blonde bangs clung to his face with the same light sweat that plagued the one opposite him. He remembered quite fondly actually, of the days of high school, seeing that shy ashen haired boy sitting in the back of all of his classes, always looking so incredibly lonely, miserable. The blonde always wished to talk to him, longed to be his friend, but the blonde was with the popular crowd that only shunned him and inflicted random acts of cruelty, tripping him as he walked from the long cafeteria line with his tray of food, so he'd spill it in front of the entire lunch, adding an extra chemical to his chemistry project so he would get a compound that spelled out explosive. Everything came back to Malik in a jolt of guilt as he gazed up into the chocolate orbs of his former classmate.
"Ry...Ryou?" Malik's tone was very low, as if full of immense regret for things of the past that Ryou, most likely, had forgotten. Those times were what Ryou had tried his hardest to forget, wanting every memory of the time that wasn't the present to cease and desist. Not one to dwell upon the past, Ryou looked into the eyes of his former classmate and, to his own surprise, a small smile danced upon Ryou's lips. This was new to him, actually being happy to see someone. Even though Malik was immensely cruel to him, ignored him, and shunned him throughout the five years he attended the high school, Malik was the closest thing to a friend Ryou had. He remembered it quite fondly, actually.

Tapping his pencil furiously against the paper, the sweat trickled down his forehead. Panicked, he began to fill in random A's and B's, an occasional C and D on his test paper. This test was his final exam, and would decide if he would pass or fail his second time around in twelfth grade chemistry. He gnawed furiously at the butt of his pencil, tasting the bitter bits of the eraser, which was wasted to nothing more then a thin layer of pink nothingness. This was the only test he hadn't studied for, only because his neighbors, once again, were showing each other their love in a very loud and obnoxious manner. Chemistry, Ryou's worst subject, was the only thing denying him a diploma. The chemical nonsense that sat in front of Ryou started to blur, blend together, looking like nothing more then a slush of letters and numbers, all in thin, illegible black ink. He whimpered to himself softly, resting his spinning head upon his hand, elbow resting soundly on his desk.
Time was against him as there were but ten minutes left, then the test would be over and Ryou would surly fail Chemistry. He knew for a fact that the teacher was out to get him, only in Ryou's paranoid mind. Everything on that paper looked like gibberish written by a disgruntled man who didn't want to be a chemistry teacher, but somehow got caught in the profession and wanted to make all of his students go through Hell and back just to pass a single test. He averaged out with at least a ninety in all his other classes, though with chemistry, he was teetering over the edge with a flat seventy, though with all his good grades, he was still at the top of his class. Why did he care so much about getting higher in a subject he didn't need? Simple. Just the sight of his teacher's smug, corn fed grin, only growing as he failed, pissed him off to no end.
Tick, tock, tick, tock. Five minutes remained as he tapped the sheet furiously. This is it, I'm gonna fail his class, thought Ryou sorrowfully. He was brought out of his pessimistic thoughts by a low 'Psst'. Looking around causally, he finally was drawn to look to his left, a blonde looking dead at him with a solemn, sturdy look etched upon his concrete face. Ryou took but a few moments to examine the face of the one who had caught his attention. He had very defining features in his facial area, sticking tanned skin that seemed to shimmer eerily in the light. Set in the beautiful russet tone were two beautiful lavender gems, light in color with a darker ring around the soft lilac, giving them an odd shine, a striking spark. Both of his eyes were not completely visible, bangs of sun bleached blonde hanging lazily before them, clinging to the sides of his face and falling along his shoulders. His build looked like that of a normal high school student, though there was something fascinating about him that Ryou couldn't quite grasp. Again, his thoughts were interrupted, this time by the soft crinkling of a small piece of paper. The sound was very subtle, unheard by the professor, who sat proudly at the front of the class wearing his white lab coat, discoloring appearing from underneath his arms. He was quite a heavy set man, very stout, so the summer testing was something he did dread, being locked in an uncomfortable room with kids he despised and no air conditioning. The confused Ryou looked from the paper to the boy, back to the paper, and once again, to the boy, a perplexed expression imprinted upon his alabaster face. They kept eye contact, which Ryou found very hard to do with the tan boy, because his eyes just seemed to grab your soul, being able to contort it any which way because of their hypnotic beauty. Ryou blinked a few times, to make sure he didn't get sucked in to the abysmal brilliance. The boy had thin lips, very precise and delicate in design. They moved very slowly and exactly to mouth the words, 'Take it.' Ryou cocked an eyebrow as he understood the message, reaching out two fingers to retrieve the snippet of paper, the very tip of his index fingers brushing against the tanned palm. He felt chills crash through him as he returned his message to his own desk, beginning to unfold the piece of paper as if it were a precious treasure map from the days of pirates and hunts for lost gold. His eyes widened as the contents of the paper amazed him. Could this be? Was he dreaming? The answers to the chemistry final! All of them! He threw a glance up towards the blonde boy who had guaranteed Ryou a passing grade and a well deserved 'ha ha' to be directed towards the professor, his head was down and turned away from Ryou, his test paper already completed and turned face down on the desk. What if these answers are wrong?, thought Ryou, until the one sweating profusely stood and announced the two minute warning. I'll take my chances, was the conclusion Ryou came to as he swift and sloppily filled in the bubbles, thanking the stars for the kind stranger.
He did pass, much to the professor's chagrin. He never did get to thank the boy who helped him...

Until now. Like the first day they had made eye contact, Ryou was still having trouble looking him in the eye. They seemed to have grown more beautiful, more elegant in the years past, about five years if Ryou's math was correct (Which it always was.). The violet captured Ryou's imagination and ran away with it, just as the first time they met. The tanned one was rather dumbstruck, as he said absolutely nothing. He continued to shift uneasily, no words coming to him. He was trapped in thought, What the hell can I say to him? I mean, I treated him like shit...I know it was just stupid high school crap but...
"I-I've been wanting to thank you for the past five years." Whispered Ryou, sitting back down in the soft leather couch, feeling his entire body melt into the, most likely, imported leather. "I mean, the reason is probably stupid, and you most likely have forgotten, but I'm just that idiot who seems to hold on to things like that so..." He stopped himself, realizing how much of an ass he had just made of himself. He felt himself blush, eyes veering away from the gaze of Malik, who now wore his own petite smile. He saw a childish quality left in Ryou, one that he had lost in a brutal battle with the night. Though Ryou at first wore a solemn face, one lacking all emotion, his expression shifted to one of sheer joy, that smile growing ever so slightly as the moments passed. Each second seemed to linger, dragging on as they only continued to gaze into each other's eyes. The silence was soft, easing Ryou's frazzled nerves as he once more began to remember what Malik had done for him. He cleared his throat and spoke again. "I want to thank you for what you did in Chemistry. I mean...I never--"
"Never say never, Ryou." The ashen haired one forgot how powerful his voice was, how it echoed softly and endlessly. He ran his slender fingers through locks of blonde that went astray as he sat alongside Ryou on the couch, his back against the armrest. He tried to pull the robe further over his body, now slightly embarrassed to be seen like this in front of someone he knew since the days of high school, though in all truth, he had nothing to be embarrassed about. Ryou secretly enjoyed the creases his body made against the soft satin robe, how his package would shyly peek through small rifts in the material. He, oddly enough, even admired how Malik's legs were as slender as those of a woman, though muscular, like those of a man. In Ryou's eyes, the one opposite him was quite an amazing person. "You would have passed Mr. Mouto's with out without my help." Malik fiddled nervously with his fingers, peering up at Ryou, the curtain of blonde limiting his sight. "I just, ya know, assisted you a bit."
The line of work Malik seemed to be in at the time made Ryou's mind spin after hearing the last comment. No! Malik can't be like that! I mean...yes...he's a exotic performer, ah hell! He's a stripper! But...he seemed...nothing like this back in school. Ryou looked away from the sensual gaze of his former classmate. "Um..." Stammered the ashen haired one as he chuckled nervously. He wished to ask him many a question, all would come out wrong and sound like an insult. It wasn't normal for someone to ask another straight out 'So, what made you want to shake your ass in front of people?' It was something Ryou had to think about carefully, decide his words with consideration for the one before him. He pondered, that is, until Malik broke the short silence.

"By the look on your face, I guess you're wondering why about a lot of things, this in particular." He had referred to the robe that left little to the imagination, to the atmosphere that invoked feelings of sinful lust. Ryou nodded stupidly, not knowing what else to say.

"I mean, you were at the top of the science class. You could have--"

"I know I could have, but the thing that matters is that I didn't." His voice seemed to drop a bit as his expression shifted rather quickly. That seductive glint in his eyes had returned as he pushed the surprised male so his back met the back of the couch. Rather quickly, he mounted Ryou's lap and started to glide his finely toned body along the ashen haired one's quivering body. Ryou bit his tongue, trying to hold back the whimperish moans welling in the back of his throat. His eyes squeezed shut tightly, though they wouldn't remain that way. Slowly, they fluttered open and he gasped at the sight. Malik's beautiful carved face right in front of his, their eyes meeting. They gazed at each other for what seemed like eternity, Malik still gliding his frame back and forth into Ryou's. Faster and faster he moved his slender frame, the sweat slowly starting to run down the side of his tan face. Ryou's mouth hung slack, tossing his head back as this masked pleasure was inflicted upon him. He felt his lower half tighten, as he was now fully aware that Malik's actions had struck a cord, aroused him to the point where he hurt to even think about it. The bronze skinned one let out his own grunts and errotic moans, throwing his head back to his blonde locks exploded in a golden rain. His lower half contorted, making sure his own erect self rubbed teasingly against Ryou's.

"Mmm...M-malik..." Whimpered out Ryou, his almond shaped nails digging pleadingly into the leather sofa. Malik's eyes shot open at this soft moan, as that is exactly what Malik gave him, more. He didn't know why, but doing this with anyone else wouldn't have made Malik blush the way he did. His hips girated more quickly now, Ryou's entire body becoming limp under Malik's forceful pushing. Both were close to release, they knew it. Ryou tried to withold his, though it was to no avail. With a few more provocations of his enclothed errection, Ryou had soiled himself, releasing with a soft sigh. Malik did the same as he seemed to collapse onto Ryou's shoulder. Breathing heavily, he rested his head upon the soft feel of the other's cotton shirt. The whole situation was rather confusing to Ryou, though he put his arm around Malik, rubbing his back. He could only listen to Malik's soft breathing for a few moments, until it seemed to esclate a bit when Ryou realized the blonde was trying to speak. "Hmm? Malik, what are you trying to say?"

"I-I'm sorry, Ryou..." Was the only response he received. This caused Ryou's eyes to widen slightly as cautiously guided his hands to each side of Malik's face, lifting it slowly, gently, so they were eye to eye. He examined Malik's face carefully, seeing a small hint of sadness, regret. Softly, he cleared the sweat bathed bangs from the tanned one's face and flashed him a slight smile.

"Why are you sorry, Malik?"

"What I did...I didn't mean to..."

"Would you feel better if I said I enjoyed it?" Malik's expression completely changed as he looked up into Ryou's eyes to see that the was the truth. He rose and he felt renewed. He didn't know why this felt so different, why Ryou's eyes looked so innocent even in the heat of passion. He didn't know why he would have liked to do it again. Relief splashed over him as he sighed, pulling his dishevled robe over his body once again. Ryou rose and ran his slender fingers through his fluffy ashen locks. Again, his eyes did nothing but examine Malik's body. They ran up and down the length of his beautiful body, searching for every curve, every crevasse, every small tecnaquality, which there were none. He seemed to be pefect, though Ryou sensed that something troubled him...something that wasn't only skin deep, but that plagued his heart.

"Hey, you wanna get outta here?" Malik abruptly spoke, as Ryou took this as 'You've already embarrassed me enough by making me dance for you. Just leave.' Ryou nodded sorrowfully and turned to leave, but he was stopped by a warm hand gracing his shoulder. Ryou turned, only to be met with Malik's eyes, soft lilac hues intrancing and hypnotizing. The tanned one rested his chin softly upon Ryou's shoulder as he whispered. "I mean, together."