Chibi B: Hello! Sorry this took me so long. ________ But I've had such a
bad block on this!
Taski: You still do...
Chibi B: I know, and since Tales of Crimson Nights was deleted, I've been in no mood to write...^^; For all of those who are concerned about that, don't worry. I'll be reposting without the lemons (They'll be on mediaminer) And I'll be putting up a chapter a day until I get to chapter 6.
Taski: Or every other day, depends on how much you get grounded.
Chibi B: True. ^^;;; Um, apologies about this chapter, and a warning, it sucks, REALLY bad. -_-; I forced myself to write it, I have absolutely NO inspiration, it sorta, like, died...
Taski: How sad. XP Not!
Chibi B: So, hopefully, reviewers could give me help? It'd me much much much MUCH appreciated...
Thank you all reviewers! Without you, I would have forgotten this, but since so many people like it, I've decided to continue! Thanks again!!!
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!, or any movies I've mentioned in this fic...
Warning: It's not a very good chapter...-_-; Extremely pointless and it sucks...
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"Ryou, wake up."
Ryou grumbled, rolling over on his side.
"Ryou!"
"N-Nani?" Ryou yelled, sitting strait up and looking around himself wildly. He blinked when a set of lavender eyes peered at him curiously.
"Daijoubu ka?" Malik asked, kneeling in front of a flustered looking Ryou.
"H-Hai." Ryou breathed. He looked around himself, noticing almost everyone was still sleeping, but when he glanced behind him and noticed Marik and Bakura were no longer seated on the chair. He blinked at Malik curiously. "Where's Bakura-sama and Marik-sama?" Malik looked at him and shrugged.
"I don't know. That's why I woke you up." He fiddled with his thumbs hesitantly, "Do you think we should look for them?"
"I guess so." Ryou said, frowning. He stood up and stretched, yawning. Since Bakura brought him there by surprise, he didn't have any pajamas to wear, so he had slept in his clothes. Malik slept in his clothes as well instead of sleeping in his boxers like he usually did.
"Where do you think they went?" Malik asked. Ryou paused, thinking.
"Maybe the kitchen?" He suggested, shrugging his shoulders and walking into the mentioned room. "Hm. I guess not." He frowned when he discovered the room was empty.
"Why don't you check your link?" Malik asked, helping himself to a glass of water and gulping it down thirstily. "Maybe they went home?" Ryou pouted suddenly.
"I hope they didn't." He sighed. "Let me see if he's here."
\Bakura-sama?\ Ryou whispered through their link, somewhat hesitantly. He didn't know whether or not his yami wanted to be bothered at the moment.
\\OH RA! MARIIIIK! Haaarder! Unnnnggh! Oh gods, yes! YES, YES, YES! AaaahhhhHHH!\\
Ryou shut off the link abruptly, his face a heavy scarlet color and his eyes wide open in shock. Malik looked at him concernedly.
"Ryou-chan? Did you find them?" Ryou glanced over to Malik, and licked his dry lips before answering.
"H-Hai. They're, um...busy right now." Ryou stuttered, face coloring once again in embarrassment. Malik's eyes widened in realization once he caught on to what Ryou meant.
"Oooh. I see." Malik gave him a small smile. "You want to go back and wait until the others wake up?"
"Sure." Ryou nodded happily, and leaned over to place a kiss on Malik's cheek. He was surprised however, when Malik wrapped his arms around Ryou's waist, pulling the younger boy against him and resting his head on the other's shoulder. "M-Malik?"
"I love you Ryou-chan." Ryou's eyes softened considerably, and he hugged his lover against him tightly.
"I love you too Malik-kun."
The tender moment was ruined unexpectedly however, when the two heard a disgusted snort by the doorway. Ryou and Malik looked over to see Honda leaning against the frame staring at the two in revulsion.
"I still can't believe you can stand him, Ryou!" Honda sneered, glowering fiercely at the blond Egyptian who still had his arms wrapped around his koibito. Malik flinched and let go of Ryou, staring at his feet.
"Honda!" Ryou yelled softly, appalled at his friend's attitude. "I love Malik, okay? You have no right to insult him!"
"Hmph. He's a selfish bastard." Honda scoffed, lips curling in hatred. "He'll just use you and then dump you." At hearing that, Malik's head shot up and he glared at Honda.
"I would never do that to Ryou! I love him too much to even consider hurting him like that! How dare you-!"
"What's going on here?" A commanding voice demanded. All three heads turned to see Yami staring at them sleepily. "Do you think you could keep your voices down? The other's are still trying to sleep you know." He looked at everyone suspiciously. "Is everything alright?"
"Gomen, Yami." Honda smiled, and then turned towards Malik and Ryou, his back facing the former pharaoh. "Yes, everything is fine. We were just having a nice conversation, weren't we?" He stared at the two threateningly, daring them to tell Yami Yugi what Honda was saying earlier.
"H-Hai, Yami-san." Malik said, trying to ignore Honda's scathing look. "Nothing's wrong."
"Sure." Yami said disbelievingly, raising an eyebrow in doubt. His head turned when he heard footsteps, and sighed when Marik and Bakura sauntered into the room. Upon seeing his and Malik's yami, Ryou blushed, remembering what the two must have been doing for Bakura to scream like that.
"Ohayo, hikari." Bakura smirked, striding over to kiss Ryou's forehead lovingly, making Ryou blush more. He leaned down to whisper in Ryou's ear. "I'm sorry you had to hear that, I couldn't keep the link closed." Ryou smiled up at him.
"It's okay."
"Okay, what happened?" Marik demanded suddenly, causing everyone's attention to turn on him.
"What do you mean?" Yami asked, staring at Marik oddly.
"Who hurt Malik?" Bakura's eyes flashed, and he stared at the blond hikari, running his eyes up and down the youth's body.
"Marik! I'm fine!" Malik protested, tugging at his dark's sleeve pleadingly.
"I don't see any wounds..." Bakura muttered.
"They're not physical." Marik snarled, directing his gaze towards Honda. "Do you happen to know why he's upset?"
"Marik! Please, I'm okay!" Marik turned to his lighter half, eyes blazing.
"You are not okay! I can sense it!" He shouted, causing Malik to flinch and shrink back at his yami's tone. Marik immediately felt guilty, and reached over to pull Malik against him.
"What did you say to him?" Bakura ordered, staring hatefully at Honda who was trying hard to sneak out of the kitchen unnoticed.
"I didn't say anything." He muttered.
"You liar!" Bakura shouted, ready to pounce on Honda and pummel him, but a soft voice prevented him from doing so.
"Bakura-sama?" Ryou placed his hand on Bakura's gently. "Let's just forget about it. Okay?" He looked up at him with big pleading eyes, silently begging his other to just drop the discussion. Bakura sighed.
"Fine." He kissed Ryou's cheek gently, then glared at the spiky haired teen at the doorway. "You got off this time." He snarled. "But next time won't be as promising." Honda gulped, then nodded, speeding out of the room.
"Is everyone done?" Yami asked, surprising the four lovers. They had forgotten Yami was even there. Bakura scowled.
"Yeah, I guess so, Pharaoh." Yami looked between Bakura and Marik curiously.
"What exactly were you two doing upstairs?" Bakura and Marik both smirked, giving each other knowing looks.
"Well, look at the time!" Marik suddenly shouted, staring at an imaginary watch on his left wrist. "I believe we must be leaving now! Ja ne Pharaoh!" Marik waved before grabbing Malik and dragging him out of the house.
"Yeah, see ya!" Bakura cackled, also dragging Ryou out as well.
"N-Nani?" Ryou sputtered, before looking at Yami apologetically. "Thanks for everything Yami! Goodbye!"
"Bye Ryou!" Yami called after them, smiling to himself amusedly. Shaking his head, he climbed the stairs to make sure nothing was stolen. He walked into his room, carefully inspecting all his items. Seeing that the bed was slightly ruffled, he frowned and pulled back the covers, eyes widening to an almost comical extent before a shout was heard throughout Domino City.
***
"Did you hear something?" Ryou asked innocently, staring at the house behind him worriedly.
"It's nothing Ryou. Probably just the baka pharaoh finding his surprise." Marik snickered quietly. He turned to Malik, eyeing him critically while the younger teen just stood there quietly.
"Malik, don't worry about anything that asshole says, okay?" Bakura said, giving Malik an encouraging smile. "He doesn't know what he's talking about."
"I know." Malik said, giving Bakura and his yami a small smile. "I'm fine."
"If you say so, hikari." Marik sighed, and wrapped an arm around his light's shoulders. "Let's just go home, okay?"
"Hai." Ryou mumbled, yawning. "Can we take a nap?" Bakura chuckled, and nodded his head.
"Of course, you're not the only one who's exhausted." Bakura semi-glared at Marik who smirked proudly at himself. The blond yami leaned over to Malik, whispering loudly into his ear.
"I think I may have been a little too much for him..."
"Marik!" Bakura shrieked, hitting the other on the head. "Urusai! You're not too much for me! Whenever you want to go, you just let me know!" Marik smirked seductively.
"I'll make you regret those words, Kura-chan."
"Don't call me that."
"Kura-chan!" Marik stuck his tongue out at Bakura and bolted towards his motorcycle, dragging Malik behind him.
"Marik!" Bakura shrieked, starting to chase after him but winced at the pain in his lower areas. He growled. "I'll get you for that Ishtar!"
"Nyaaaah!" Marik blew Bakura a raspberry before speeding off towards Ryou's home, Malik clutching onto his back tightly. Bakura cursed softly, and glared at the retreating bike, folding his arms in a sulking manner. Next to him, Ryou giggled quietly, making Bakura turn to him and raise an eyebrow.
"You think that's funny, ne?" Bakura's mouth twitched into a slight smile.
"U-Umm..." Ryou stuttered, coughing embarrassedly.
"You do, don't you?" Bakura accused, breaking out into a full grin as he pounced on his hikari and started to tickle him mercilessly.
"Ahhh! Bakura-sama! Stop!" Ryou squealed, laughing delightedly and squirming around in his yami's arms as they both fell on the ground, Bakura straddling Ryou's stomach.
"Not until you say my name without the 'sama' at the end!" Bakura said, pushing his efforts on the very sensitive teen's body. Ryou laughed until tears streamed down his face, trying to wiggle his way out of Bakura's grasp.
"Okay, okay! I give! Bakura! Stop!" Ryou let out a deep sigh and chuckled as his yami ceased his attack. His cheeks flushed as he stared into Bakura's eyes, suddenly very nervous about how the other would react.
"Say it again." Bakura breathed, running his hands through Ryou's soft, silvery hair, enjoying being this close to his lighter half.
"Bakura." Ryou whispered, hesitating for only a second before he lightly kissed Bakura's lips, pulling back almost immediately and looking the other way. Bakura chuckled and carefully turned Ryou's face until their eyes met.
"Aishiteru." Bakura mumbled before pressing his lips to the younger teen's, plundering his mouth with reckless abandon. He pulled back, and stared down at his panting aibou, tears coming to his eyes. "I don't deserve you, not after all I've done..." He paused when Ryou placed a finger on his lips, silencing him.
"Let's not think about the past anymore, yami. Let's start over." Bakura smiled through his tears and kissed Ryou chastely once again.
"Agreed. Now come on, let's go before Marik eats everything in the fridge." Bakura stood up and held his hand out to Ryou who thankfully accepted and grasped it tightly before being pulled up. They both climbed on to Bakura's motorcycle, Ryou donning his helmet first, and sped off after their two blond lovers.
When they arrived at Ryou's house, they were perplexed to see both Marik and Malik waiting outside, Marik wearing an angry expression on his face and Malik trying to calm him down.
"Why aren't you two inside?" Bakura demanded, standing in front of Marik with his hands on his hips. "Couldn't pick the lock or something?" Marik shot Bakura a glare before shaking his head.
"Iie, Ryou's dad is home." At hearing this, Ryou's face broke out into a huge smile and he practically jumped up and down in excitement. Marik just scowled. "Demo, when we told him we were friends of Ryou's, he said 'My son doesn't hang out with sluts.' And he slammed the door on us." Ryou froze in his tracks, mouth dropping open in shock.
"Oh my..." Ryou blushed, ashamed of his father's actions. "I'm terribly sorry about that Marik...I'll talk to him-.." Marik's head snapped up.
"What'd you call me?" Marik interrupted, his eyes growing wide. Ryou flushed once again and stared at his feet, shifting nervously.
"Marik..."
"Sugoi!" Marik shouted, standing up and pulling Ryou into a deep kiss, startling the anxious light. "You said it without the 'sama' at the end!"
"H-Hai..." Ryou said, dazed from the kiss.
"Say it again!" Ryou looked hesitant before mumbling his lover's name again. Marik squealed excitedly and pulled the light into another passionate kiss.
"Ano, shouldn't we go inside now?" Malik asked quietly, standing next to a snickering Bakura.
"Aa, let's go." Bakura stepped up on the porch and rang the doorbell, waiting impatiently for an answer. Within a few seconds he heard footsteps, and then the door was unlocked to reveal Ryou's father.
"Ryou!" He grinned, pulling who he thought was his son into a bear hug. "I missed you, son!"
"I'm not Ryou!" Bakura growled against the man's chest, trying to pull out of the other's embrace.
"What are you talking about? Of course you're Ryou!" He said, pulling Bakura back to study him confusedly.
"Iie. I'm not your son." He smirked widely and pointed next to him where Marik and his light were making out against the side of the house. "That's your son."
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Chibi B: Do you have any idea how distracting it is to try to type this while Spongebob is on the t.v. behind me?
Taski: Extremely distracting?
Chibi B: -_-. Yes, up there, I accidentally typed, "That's your spongebob." Like, three times...
Taski: Ha ha. XP
Chibi B: *sigh* Okay, sorry for interrupting, I'll get back to the fic...
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Mr. Bakura's mouth dropped as he stared at his son kissing another man. He was in total and utter shock at what he was seeing, refusing to believe that his son was currently engaging in this sexual activity. Did he care if his son was making out with another boy? Well, he would admit it sort of shocked him, but that's not what he was mostly upset about.
"Ryou Bakura! What do you think you're doing young man?" He shouted, snapping out of his shock. Ryou pulled back from Marik, blushing fiercely.
"Ano, k-konnichiwa, Otousan." He squeaked, waving at his dad timidly.
"Don't you 'hello, father' me!" He said sternly, glaring at his son. "You have a lot of explaining to do!" He marched into the house, commanding Ryou to follow him.
"Y-Yes sir." Ryou bowed his head and entered his home, Marik, Malik, and Bakura trailing in behind him. They all crowded into the living room, Bakura and Malik sitting on one end of the sofa, Ryou and Marik sitting on the other, and Mr. Bakura sitting across from them on his recliner chair. The elder man folded his hands in his lap and stared at the four boys sternly.
"Okay, I'm waiting for an explanation for all this." He stated, looking at his son. "What's been going on since I've been away? And why does that young man look so much like you?" He asked, looking at his son's look- alike.
"A-Ano..." Ryou stuttered, unsure of how to clarify exactly what had taken place the past few years. He took a deep breath, and exhaled noisily before pointing to his yami. "That's Bakura, he's a 5000 year old spirit from the Millenium Ring, and the other half of my soul..."
***
"And that's the whole story..." Ryou concluded a few hours later, fiddling with his thumbs and peeking up at his father cautiously.
Mr. Bakura's jaw had dropped once again in disbelief. Spirits? Shadow Magic? It was all too much for him, and he shook his head to clear his thoughts.
"So, those two," He pointed at Bakura and Marik, "Are spirits from Ancient Egypt?" Ryou nodded his head.
"Hai..."
Mr. Bakura was silent for a moment, before he sprang up from his chair, pulling his son into a huge hug, laughing joyously.
"Do you know what this will do for us, Ryou?" He shouted excitedly. "We'll be famous! And rich! We can have whatever we want, and we'll be so happy! Wait until I tell the committee...!" He stopped when Ryou wrenched out from his embrace, staring at him with undisguised horror. "Ryou? Is something wrong?"
"They're, they're not objects to sell to a museum!" Ryou spat out, sickened at his father's suggestion. "They're people! Bakura is the other half of my soul, father! If he were gone, I'd, I'd just die!"
"That's true!" Malik shouted, startling the elder man who looked over at him questioningly. The blond haired hikari had moved over to his respective yami and was currently holding onto him for dear life. "If you take Marik away from me, I would kill myself! I'd rather die than live without my other half!"
"We'd parish as well." Bakura spoke up from his spot on the couch. "Marik and I cannot survive without our hikaris. We'd disappear."
"You can't tell anyone about this, dad!" Ryou begged, grabbing onto his father's hand. "Promise me you won't tell another soul what we told you!" Mr. Bakura looked at his pleading son, and sighed.
"I promise." He smiled, pulling Ryou into his arms. "If it makes you happy, I won't tell a word to anyone."
"Arigatou." Ryou whispered, his eyes filled with unshed tears. "You don't know how much this means to us."
"You still haven't explained everything to me just yet." Mr. Bakura frowned, pulling Ryou away from him and looking at him critically. "What's your relationship with these three?" He nodded his head towards Malik, Marik, and Bakura.
"Ano, well, you see..." Ryou blushed, stammering as he fidgeted uncomfortably. "We're, ah, ummm..."
"What he means to say is that we're together." Marik smirked, pulling Malik onto his lap, his hikari immediately curling up in his arms.
"I thought so." Mr. Bakura scowled. "How long have you been, together?"
"A few days." Ryou mumbled, staring at his feet. Mr. Bakura nodded his head thoughtfully.
"You haven't had sex yet, have you?"
"Iie..." Ryou squeaked, turning a bright red color.
"Good." He turned to Bakura and Marik, staring at them seriously. "Do not even think about have sex with my son."
"NANI?" Marik and Bakura both yelped, eyes wide in incredulity.
"Never?" Marik whined.
"Preferably." Mr. Bakura frowned. "But I was just thinking until he's eighteen. Ryou's too young for that now."
"Dad..." Ryou hissed, flushed. "I can make my own decisions for myself."
"Not while you're under my house." Mr. Bakura snapped. "I don't care if you cuddle, kiss, or hug each other. But there will be absolutely no sexual activities in my house. Do I make myself clear?"
"Hai." Ryou murmured, completely mortified by his father's behavior.
"Crystal." Bakura scowled, crossing his arms in a sulking manner.
"I don't want Ryou losing his virginity until he knows for sure he's ready." Mr. Bakura sighed, and then left the room, missing the way his son's face fell.
"Ryou..." Bakura mumbled, knowing what his light was thinking. "Gomen nasai..." Ryou shook his head, trying to put on a smile.
"Iie, it was all in the past, ne? There's no need to remember it anymore."
"Hai." Bakura forced a smile as well, and held his hikari in a tight embrace, planting light kisses on the boy's silvery hair. He paused when he heard a small squeak and looked behind him to see that Marik had pinned Malik underneath him on the couch and was kissing him all over his face.
"I love you." Marik smiled, stopping his attack on the younger one's face. Malik's face broke into a charming smile, his lavender eyes shining brightly.
"I love you too." He whispered, "Demo, can we take that nap now? I'm really tired..." He rubbed at his eyes sleepily, making Ryou smile.
"Kawaii..." He cooed, knowing that it irritated Malik to no end. As expected, the other hikari pouted, sticking his tongue out at Ryou only to have Marik start sucking on it.
"Mawik!" He shrieked, blushing hotly as his yami finally released his appendage. Marik smirked.
"Don't stick your tongue out unless you're going to use it for a good cause." Bakura chuckled and swooped Ryou up into his arms, starting for the stairs.
"Come on, we'll rest in my room. The bed is big enough for all of us." He headed upstairs, hearing Malik yelp behind him as Marik also swept the hikari in his arms. He gently set Ryou down on the silky sheets, and cuddled up to him, placing Ryou towards the middle. Marik walked in a few seconds later and placed Malik next to Ryou, sliding in behind his own hikari.
"Night." Marik murmured, burying his head into Malik's hair.
"Nngh." Was his only reply from Bakura since the two lights had already dozed off. Marik smiled, and drifted off into a light sleep himself.
***
"Ryou! Phone call!"
Ryou mumbled in his sleep, curling up to Bakura's chest, the dark one's arms wrapped around him in a tight embrace.
"Ryou!" Mr. Bakura opened the door to his son's yami's room, and raised an eyebrow at seeing all four boys squished together on the king size bed. His parental protectiveness kicked in however, when he saw Ryou enveloped in Bakura's arms. He walked over to the bed and shook his son, not really caring if he woke anyone else in the process.
"Not now, Bakura-sama..." Ryou frowned, and buried his head under his yami's chin. Mr. Bakura raised his eyebrow at hearing the sama at the end of Bakura' s name, but let it slide by.
"Ryou!" He whispered loudly, jumping back in surprise when Marik shot up on the other side of the bed. The yami scowled sleepily at Ryou's father, still upset at the comment he made earlier about him and Malik.
"What do you want?" He snapped gruffly, carefully untangling himself from Malik's legs.
"Yugi's on the phone for Ryou." Marik rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"I'll take it."
"You have no right to take Ryou's phone calls!" Mr. Bakura growled.
"Just tell the shrimp he's sleeping and that I'll talk to him instead." Marik said, glaring at the man with distaste. "He'll understand."
"No. I'll just wake Ryou up so he can talk to him himself." Marik snarled, and walked over to Mr. Bakura, grabbing onto the cuff of his shirt and pulling him close so their faces were inches apart.
"Listen here, you domineering bastard. I am one of Ryou's lovers, whether you like it or not. I love your son, and he loves me. And it's because of his love for you that keeps me from disemboweling you and leaving your body dead in a ditch." Mr. Bakura gulped. "Now, Ryou won't mind that I'm taking one, simple phone call for him. Let him sleep for Ra's sake!" Marik pushed the elder Bakura away from him and grabbed the phone on Bakura's desk.
"Hey, kid, Ryou's sleeping right now." He paused for a few seconds, listening to the voice on the other end. "Sure, I'll have him call you once he wakes up. Yeah, I promise. Ja ne." He hung up the phone. "See? That wasn't so bad was it?"
"How dare you think that you can come into my house-?"
"Your house?" Marik snorted, interrupting. "I think this is more Ryou's house than yours. I mean, he cleans it, he cares for it, and he lives in it. You're never here. So, actually, it's you who came into his house." Mr. Bakura fumed with anger before stomping out of the room. Marik sighed, and cuddled back into the bed, meaning to get some more sleep.
"Marik?" A sleepy voice murmured, making Marik's eyes snap open. He looked next to him and saw Malik's lavender eyes blinking up at him sleepily.
"Nani?"
"Why are you up?" Malik mumbled, rolling over to snuggle into his dark's arms. Marik smiled and pulled Malik against him, fitting them into a more comfortable position.
"No reason." He whispered, kissing the top of Malik's head lovingly. "Go back to sleep."
"Mm'kay..." Malik moaned, and closed his eyes, immediately falling back into slumber. Marik closed his eyes as well, but couldn't manage to get to sleep.
"Damn it." He groaned, giving up hope on getting any more rest.
"Marik?"
"Hn?" Marik turned his head lazily, peering over to see who called his name this time. He smirked, seeing that it was Bakura.
"What are you smirking at me for?" Bakura asked, blinking his eyes questioningly.
"No reason." Marik shrugged, smirk still in place.
"Why aren't you sleeping?"
"Can't."
"Awww, did Marikky-chan have a nightmare?"
"Iie." Marik scowled. "Don't call me that..."
"It's payback Marikky-chan." Bakura said in a singsong voice, grinning madly. "Now you know why I hate to be called Kura-chan." Marik rolled his eyes and gently got up out of bed. Bakura looked at him curiously. "Where you going?"
"Downstairs." Marik stretched his hands in the air, revealing his tanned stomach and making Bakura drool at the sight. Marik once again smirked at him. "Like what you see?"
"Most definitely." Bakura smirked back, slipping out of bed easily and wrapping his and Marik's hikari with a blanket. He threw Marik a sly look and stalked over to him, leaning down closely for a kiss...
"I'm hungry, want a snack?" Marik stated suddenly, almost causing Bakura to fall face first on the bed.
"Sure, I guess." Bakura rubbed the back of his head and followed Marik out into the hall. "So, what was the real reason you couldn't sleep?"
"Ryou's father came in, and we sort of had a one on one conversation." Marik said innocently, a little too innocently for Bakura's liking.
"You mean he came in, woke you up, and you got pissed and started arguing with him?" Bakura restated, leaning against Marik's shoulder as the two made their way down into the kitchen.
"Hai." Marik chirped.
"You shouldn't fight with him, Marik. Ryou loves him very much..."
"I know, I know. Why do you think I haven't killed him yet? I'm still ticked off about that slut comment."
"But you do look like a slut." Bakura said bluntly.
"Bakura!"
"You do..."
"What about Malik? Does he look like a slut?"
"Er, a little."
WHACK!
"Itai! What the hell was that for?" Bakura shouted, now rubbing his soar head.
"What do you think? Baka." Marik snorted, now currently raiding the fridge for a snack.
"Well, maybe if you didn't dress so, so..."
"Sexy? Unbelievably hot? Drop dead gorgeous?" Marik looked over the door of the fridge at Bakura and winked at him before resuming his position in the fridge, wiggling his leather covered ass at Bakura, just to tease.
"On second thought, don't stop dressing like that..." Bakura said, drool forming at the edge of his mouth as he openly stared at Marik's butt.
"I thought you'd see it my way." Marik smirked, and backed out of the fridge. "There's nothing here."
"Grab some of that cold stuff from the freezer." Bakura said, plopping down at the kitchen table. "Ryou always has some in there."
Sure enough, Marik pulled out a tub of cookie dough ice cream. He placed the container on the table before grabbing two spoons by following Bakura's instructions to the cabinet.
"I swear, your kitchen is so confusing." Marik mumbled, digging his spoon into the creamy treat and shoving it in his mouth. "There's like, hundreds of cupboards and cabinets."
"Hn. Tell me about it. I still don't know where everything is." Bakura snorted, shoving a spoonful in his mouth as well. "Mmm...I love this stuff." Marik gave him a weird look. "Nani?"
"It's just that, you'd never act like this before. So carefree." Marik mumbled, staring at his ice cream covered spoon intensely. "We've both changed a lot, huh?"
"Hai. But it was worth it."
"Yeah. Now I have three of the most beautiful people on earth as my lovers." Marik smirked. "I couldn't be happier."
"Same feeling." Bakura smiled back, shoveling another glob of cookie dough ice cream in his mouth. Suddenly, both were interrupted out of the conversation when Mr. Bakura barged into the room. He glared at Marik angrily, Marik glaring just as hard back at him, before he plopped down at the kitchen table.
"What are you two doing?"
"Eating." Marik answered, lifting up his spoon. Mr. Bakura scowled.
"Do you always mooch off of our food? It isn't yours for the taking, you know." He said, looking frustrated. Bakura lifted an eyebrow.
"I've been living here longer than you have. Why can't I help myself to something to eat? Besides, Ryou and I are technically one person, so, if he can eat here, why can't I?"
"Because, because..."
"He just doesn't like us." Marik said smartly, talking around another mouthful of ice cream. "He thinks we're stealing his good natured son away from him, even though he's never really around here..." He muttered the last part to himself, but Mr. Bakura still overheard.
"If he had to, you know Ryou would chose me over you anytime!" Mr. Bakura shouted furiously, his face flushed in anger.
"Hn. And that's the sad part." Marik glowered. "He would chose you over us. You, the neglectful father who barely spends any time with him, who's never home, who tries to control his life. Yes, he'd choose you, because he loves you just as much as he loves us. But you're his only family left, and you don't even bother to care, which is what hurts him the most."
Mr. Bakura sat there with a stunned look on his face, hands hanging limply in front of him as he stared off in space. Were they right? He knew he never spent much time with his son, but he never thought it would have hurt Ryou. He stood up slowly and silently walked out of the room, going off to think on what the two spirits had said.
"You didn't have to be so harsh on him." Bakura frowned, staring at his lover disapprovingly. Marik shrugged.
"It's the truth. He needed to hear it."
"Still."
"Nnn, Bakura-sama?" Both spirits turned to the doorway and were met with the sight of a very sleepy looking Ryou, rubbing his eyes at them blearily.
"Don't tell me you're going to start calling me that again." Bakura said, his face falling in barely contained disappointment. Ryou shook his head and yawned, slowly making his way over to his yami before plopping down in his lap.
"Gomen, Bakura." Ryou mumbled, nuzzling his head in Bakura's chest. Bakura's face broke into a soft smile, and he pulled the boy closer, resting his head on the soft locks of Ryou's hair.
"Is Malik still sleeping?" Marik questioned, watching the two amusedly.
"Hai." Ryou yawned once again. "I didn't have the heart to wake him up."
"Let him sleep for a while longer." Marik said before straightening up in his seat, remembering that Yugi had called a while back. "The shrimp called you about a half an hour ago."
"Oh, okay." Ryou squirmed on Bakura's lap, "Can you hand me the phone please?" Marik nodded his head and got up from his position on the chair, walking over to the counter to grab the telephone before making his way back to the table.
"Here." Marik handed Ryou the phone, and leaned down to kiss his forehead sweetly. Ryou blushed and muttered a thank you before dialing Yugi's phone number.
"Hi, Yugi?" Both Marik and Bakura tuned out of the conversation when another sleepy looking teen appeared in the doorway.
"Well, well, well, look who's finally up." Bakura smirked, amused at the sight of Malik's tangled looking hair. Malik's lips formed a small pout.
"I woke up and nobody was there..."
"Gomen Malik-koi." Marik apologized softly, opening his arms as an invitation for Malik to sit on his lap. Malik accepted and fell into his yami's arms, smiling contently when the other began to pet his hair. Ryou finally set the phone back down at the table, curling back into Bakura's arms.
"What did he want?" Bakura asked, rubbing Ryou's back soothingly, making Ryou purr lightly.
"He wanted to know why we left so early." Ryou frowned suddenly. "And then he said that you and Marik were in trouble with Yami, something about a mess in his room?" Both darks began to snicker, muffling the sound in their hikaris' hair.
"I don't want to know." Malik muttered, rolling his eyes.
"So, what do you want to do today?" Bakura asked suddenly, causing everyone to look at him oddly. "What? Do you want to sit around the house?"
"No, not really." Marik admitted. "How about the movies?"
"Ano, I think I've seen enough movies the past few days." Ryou confessed, looking slightly nervous.
"I agree. Let's think of something else." All four boys fell silent, each trying to come up with something to do.
"I can't think of anything." Marik sighed, his fingers tangled in Malik's hair.
"Neither can I." Ryou nuzzled against his dark's chest.
"I guess we'll just lounge around all day then." Bakura snickered, but quieted when Malik timidly lifted his head from Marik's shoulder.
"I have an idea..."
***
Chibi B: See? Told you it sucks!
Taski: That's an understatement.
Chibi B: . I know. Well, I need ideas for Malik's, er, idea. I have no idea what it's going to be... Oh! Also, I'm sorry for how short this is...But, as I've stated earlier, I have a huge block, so, this is as much as I could type. ^^;;;;
PLEASE R&R (Even though this chapter sucked...) I need ideas!!!!
Taski: You still do...
Chibi B: I know, and since Tales of Crimson Nights was deleted, I've been in no mood to write...^^; For all of those who are concerned about that, don't worry. I'll be reposting without the lemons (They'll be on mediaminer) And I'll be putting up a chapter a day until I get to chapter 6.
Taski: Or every other day, depends on how much you get grounded.
Chibi B: True. ^^;;; Um, apologies about this chapter, and a warning, it sucks, REALLY bad. -_-; I forced myself to write it, I have absolutely NO inspiration, it sorta, like, died...
Taski: How sad. XP Not!
Chibi B: So, hopefully, reviewers could give me help? It'd me much much much MUCH appreciated...
Thank you all reviewers! Without you, I would have forgotten this, but since so many people like it, I've decided to continue! Thanks again!!!
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!, or any movies I've mentioned in this fic...
Warning: It's not a very good chapter...-_-; Extremely pointless and it sucks...
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"Ryou, wake up."
Ryou grumbled, rolling over on his side.
"Ryou!"
"N-Nani?" Ryou yelled, sitting strait up and looking around himself wildly. He blinked when a set of lavender eyes peered at him curiously.
"Daijoubu ka?" Malik asked, kneeling in front of a flustered looking Ryou.
"H-Hai." Ryou breathed. He looked around himself, noticing almost everyone was still sleeping, but when he glanced behind him and noticed Marik and Bakura were no longer seated on the chair. He blinked at Malik curiously. "Where's Bakura-sama and Marik-sama?" Malik looked at him and shrugged.
"I don't know. That's why I woke you up." He fiddled with his thumbs hesitantly, "Do you think we should look for them?"
"I guess so." Ryou said, frowning. He stood up and stretched, yawning. Since Bakura brought him there by surprise, he didn't have any pajamas to wear, so he had slept in his clothes. Malik slept in his clothes as well instead of sleeping in his boxers like he usually did.
"Where do you think they went?" Malik asked. Ryou paused, thinking.
"Maybe the kitchen?" He suggested, shrugging his shoulders and walking into the mentioned room. "Hm. I guess not." He frowned when he discovered the room was empty.
"Why don't you check your link?" Malik asked, helping himself to a glass of water and gulping it down thirstily. "Maybe they went home?" Ryou pouted suddenly.
"I hope they didn't." He sighed. "Let me see if he's here."
\Bakura-sama?\ Ryou whispered through their link, somewhat hesitantly. He didn't know whether or not his yami wanted to be bothered at the moment.
\\OH RA! MARIIIIK! Haaarder! Unnnnggh! Oh gods, yes! YES, YES, YES! AaaahhhhHHH!\\
Ryou shut off the link abruptly, his face a heavy scarlet color and his eyes wide open in shock. Malik looked at him concernedly.
"Ryou-chan? Did you find them?" Ryou glanced over to Malik, and licked his dry lips before answering.
"H-Hai. They're, um...busy right now." Ryou stuttered, face coloring once again in embarrassment. Malik's eyes widened in realization once he caught on to what Ryou meant.
"Oooh. I see." Malik gave him a small smile. "You want to go back and wait until the others wake up?"
"Sure." Ryou nodded happily, and leaned over to place a kiss on Malik's cheek. He was surprised however, when Malik wrapped his arms around Ryou's waist, pulling the younger boy against him and resting his head on the other's shoulder. "M-Malik?"
"I love you Ryou-chan." Ryou's eyes softened considerably, and he hugged his lover against him tightly.
"I love you too Malik-kun."
The tender moment was ruined unexpectedly however, when the two heard a disgusted snort by the doorway. Ryou and Malik looked over to see Honda leaning against the frame staring at the two in revulsion.
"I still can't believe you can stand him, Ryou!" Honda sneered, glowering fiercely at the blond Egyptian who still had his arms wrapped around his koibito. Malik flinched and let go of Ryou, staring at his feet.
"Honda!" Ryou yelled softly, appalled at his friend's attitude. "I love Malik, okay? You have no right to insult him!"
"Hmph. He's a selfish bastard." Honda scoffed, lips curling in hatred. "He'll just use you and then dump you." At hearing that, Malik's head shot up and he glared at Honda.
"I would never do that to Ryou! I love him too much to even consider hurting him like that! How dare you-!"
"What's going on here?" A commanding voice demanded. All three heads turned to see Yami staring at them sleepily. "Do you think you could keep your voices down? The other's are still trying to sleep you know." He looked at everyone suspiciously. "Is everything alright?"
"Gomen, Yami." Honda smiled, and then turned towards Malik and Ryou, his back facing the former pharaoh. "Yes, everything is fine. We were just having a nice conversation, weren't we?" He stared at the two threateningly, daring them to tell Yami Yugi what Honda was saying earlier.
"H-Hai, Yami-san." Malik said, trying to ignore Honda's scathing look. "Nothing's wrong."
"Sure." Yami said disbelievingly, raising an eyebrow in doubt. His head turned when he heard footsteps, and sighed when Marik and Bakura sauntered into the room. Upon seeing his and Malik's yami, Ryou blushed, remembering what the two must have been doing for Bakura to scream like that.
"Ohayo, hikari." Bakura smirked, striding over to kiss Ryou's forehead lovingly, making Ryou blush more. He leaned down to whisper in Ryou's ear. "I'm sorry you had to hear that, I couldn't keep the link closed." Ryou smiled up at him.
"It's okay."
"Okay, what happened?" Marik demanded suddenly, causing everyone's attention to turn on him.
"What do you mean?" Yami asked, staring at Marik oddly.
"Who hurt Malik?" Bakura's eyes flashed, and he stared at the blond hikari, running his eyes up and down the youth's body.
"Marik! I'm fine!" Malik protested, tugging at his dark's sleeve pleadingly.
"I don't see any wounds..." Bakura muttered.
"They're not physical." Marik snarled, directing his gaze towards Honda. "Do you happen to know why he's upset?"
"Marik! Please, I'm okay!" Marik turned to his lighter half, eyes blazing.
"You are not okay! I can sense it!" He shouted, causing Malik to flinch and shrink back at his yami's tone. Marik immediately felt guilty, and reached over to pull Malik against him.
"What did you say to him?" Bakura ordered, staring hatefully at Honda who was trying hard to sneak out of the kitchen unnoticed.
"I didn't say anything." He muttered.
"You liar!" Bakura shouted, ready to pounce on Honda and pummel him, but a soft voice prevented him from doing so.
"Bakura-sama?" Ryou placed his hand on Bakura's gently. "Let's just forget about it. Okay?" He looked up at him with big pleading eyes, silently begging his other to just drop the discussion. Bakura sighed.
"Fine." He kissed Ryou's cheek gently, then glared at the spiky haired teen at the doorway. "You got off this time." He snarled. "But next time won't be as promising." Honda gulped, then nodded, speeding out of the room.
"Is everyone done?" Yami asked, surprising the four lovers. They had forgotten Yami was even there. Bakura scowled.
"Yeah, I guess so, Pharaoh." Yami looked between Bakura and Marik curiously.
"What exactly were you two doing upstairs?" Bakura and Marik both smirked, giving each other knowing looks.
"Well, look at the time!" Marik suddenly shouted, staring at an imaginary watch on his left wrist. "I believe we must be leaving now! Ja ne Pharaoh!" Marik waved before grabbing Malik and dragging him out of the house.
"Yeah, see ya!" Bakura cackled, also dragging Ryou out as well.
"N-Nani?" Ryou sputtered, before looking at Yami apologetically. "Thanks for everything Yami! Goodbye!"
"Bye Ryou!" Yami called after them, smiling to himself amusedly. Shaking his head, he climbed the stairs to make sure nothing was stolen. He walked into his room, carefully inspecting all his items. Seeing that the bed was slightly ruffled, he frowned and pulled back the covers, eyes widening to an almost comical extent before a shout was heard throughout Domino City.
***
"Did you hear something?" Ryou asked innocently, staring at the house behind him worriedly.
"It's nothing Ryou. Probably just the baka pharaoh finding his surprise." Marik snickered quietly. He turned to Malik, eyeing him critically while the younger teen just stood there quietly.
"Malik, don't worry about anything that asshole says, okay?" Bakura said, giving Malik an encouraging smile. "He doesn't know what he's talking about."
"I know." Malik said, giving Bakura and his yami a small smile. "I'm fine."
"If you say so, hikari." Marik sighed, and wrapped an arm around his light's shoulders. "Let's just go home, okay?"
"Hai." Ryou mumbled, yawning. "Can we take a nap?" Bakura chuckled, and nodded his head.
"Of course, you're not the only one who's exhausted." Bakura semi-glared at Marik who smirked proudly at himself. The blond yami leaned over to Malik, whispering loudly into his ear.
"I think I may have been a little too much for him..."
"Marik!" Bakura shrieked, hitting the other on the head. "Urusai! You're not too much for me! Whenever you want to go, you just let me know!" Marik smirked seductively.
"I'll make you regret those words, Kura-chan."
"Don't call me that."
"Kura-chan!" Marik stuck his tongue out at Bakura and bolted towards his motorcycle, dragging Malik behind him.
"Marik!" Bakura shrieked, starting to chase after him but winced at the pain in his lower areas. He growled. "I'll get you for that Ishtar!"
"Nyaaaah!" Marik blew Bakura a raspberry before speeding off towards Ryou's home, Malik clutching onto his back tightly. Bakura cursed softly, and glared at the retreating bike, folding his arms in a sulking manner. Next to him, Ryou giggled quietly, making Bakura turn to him and raise an eyebrow.
"You think that's funny, ne?" Bakura's mouth twitched into a slight smile.
"U-Umm..." Ryou stuttered, coughing embarrassedly.
"You do, don't you?" Bakura accused, breaking out into a full grin as he pounced on his hikari and started to tickle him mercilessly.
"Ahhh! Bakura-sama! Stop!" Ryou squealed, laughing delightedly and squirming around in his yami's arms as they both fell on the ground, Bakura straddling Ryou's stomach.
"Not until you say my name without the 'sama' at the end!" Bakura said, pushing his efforts on the very sensitive teen's body. Ryou laughed until tears streamed down his face, trying to wiggle his way out of Bakura's grasp.
"Okay, okay! I give! Bakura! Stop!" Ryou let out a deep sigh and chuckled as his yami ceased his attack. His cheeks flushed as he stared into Bakura's eyes, suddenly very nervous about how the other would react.
"Say it again." Bakura breathed, running his hands through Ryou's soft, silvery hair, enjoying being this close to his lighter half.
"Bakura." Ryou whispered, hesitating for only a second before he lightly kissed Bakura's lips, pulling back almost immediately and looking the other way. Bakura chuckled and carefully turned Ryou's face until their eyes met.
"Aishiteru." Bakura mumbled before pressing his lips to the younger teen's, plundering his mouth with reckless abandon. He pulled back, and stared down at his panting aibou, tears coming to his eyes. "I don't deserve you, not after all I've done..." He paused when Ryou placed a finger on his lips, silencing him.
"Let's not think about the past anymore, yami. Let's start over." Bakura smiled through his tears and kissed Ryou chastely once again.
"Agreed. Now come on, let's go before Marik eats everything in the fridge." Bakura stood up and held his hand out to Ryou who thankfully accepted and grasped it tightly before being pulled up. They both climbed on to Bakura's motorcycle, Ryou donning his helmet first, and sped off after their two blond lovers.
When they arrived at Ryou's house, they were perplexed to see both Marik and Malik waiting outside, Marik wearing an angry expression on his face and Malik trying to calm him down.
"Why aren't you two inside?" Bakura demanded, standing in front of Marik with his hands on his hips. "Couldn't pick the lock or something?" Marik shot Bakura a glare before shaking his head.
"Iie, Ryou's dad is home." At hearing this, Ryou's face broke out into a huge smile and he practically jumped up and down in excitement. Marik just scowled. "Demo, when we told him we were friends of Ryou's, he said 'My son doesn't hang out with sluts.' And he slammed the door on us." Ryou froze in his tracks, mouth dropping open in shock.
"Oh my..." Ryou blushed, ashamed of his father's actions. "I'm terribly sorry about that Marik...I'll talk to him-.." Marik's head snapped up.
"What'd you call me?" Marik interrupted, his eyes growing wide. Ryou flushed once again and stared at his feet, shifting nervously.
"Marik..."
"Sugoi!" Marik shouted, standing up and pulling Ryou into a deep kiss, startling the anxious light. "You said it without the 'sama' at the end!"
"H-Hai..." Ryou said, dazed from the kiss.
"Say it again!" Ryou looked hesitant before mumbling his lover's name again. Marik squealed excitedly and pulled the light into another passionate kiss.
"Ano, shouldn't we go inside now?" Malik asked quietly, standing next to a snickering Bakura.
"Aa, let's go." Bakura stepped up on the porch and rang the doorbell, waiting impatiently for an answer. Within a few seconds he heard footsteps, and then the door was unlocked to reveal Ryou's father.
"Ryou!" He grinned, pulling who he thought was his son into a bear hug. "I missed you, son!"
"I'm not Ryou!" Bakura growled against the man's chest, trying to pull out of the other's embrace.
"What are you talking about? Of course you're Ryou!" He said, pulling Bakura back to study him confusedly.
"Iie. I'm not your son." He smirked widely and pointed next to him where Marik and his light were making out against the side of the house. "That's your son."
***
Chibi B: Do you have any idea how distracting it is to try to type this while Spongebob is on the t.v. behind me?
Taski: Extremely distracting?
Chibi B: -_-. Yes, up there, I accidentally typed, "That's your spongebob." Like, three times...
Taski: Ha ha. XP
Chibi B: *sigh* Okay, sorry for interrupting, I'll get back to the fic...
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Mr. Bakura's mouth dropped as he stared at his son kissing another man. He was in total and utter shock at what he was seeing, refusing to believe that his son was currently engaging in this sexual activity. Did he care if his son was making out with another boy? Well, he would admit it sort of shocked him, but that's not what he was mostly upset about.
"Ryou Bakura! What do you think you're doing young man?" He shouted, snapping out of his shock. Ryou pulled back from Marik, blushing fiercely.
"Ano, k-konnichiwa, Otousan." He squeaked, waving at his dad timidly.
"Don't you 'hello, father' me!" He said sternly, glaring at his son. "You have a lot of explaining to do!" He marched into the house, commanding Ryou to follow him.
"Y-Yes sir." Ryou bowed his head and entered his home, Marik, Malik, and Bakura trailing in behind him. They all crowded into the living room, Bakura and Malik sitting on one end of the sofa, Ryou and Marik sitting on the other, and Mr. Bakura sitting across from them on his recliner chair. The elder man folded his hands in his lap and stared at the four boys sternly.
"Okay, I'm waiting for an explanation for all this." He stated, looking at his son. "What's been going on since I've been away? And why does that young man look so much like you?" He asked, looking at his son's look- alike.
"A-Ano..." Ryou stuttered, unsure of how to clarify exactly what had taken place the past few years. He took a deep breath, and exhaled noisily before pointing to his yami. "That's Bakura, he's a 5000 year old spirit from the Millenium Ring, and the other half of my soul..."
***
"And that's the whole story..." Ryou concluded a few hours later, fiddling with his thumbs and peeking up at his father cautiously.
Mr. Bakura's jaw had dropped once again in disbelief. Spirits? Shadow Magic? It was all too much for him, and he shook his head to clear his thoughts.
"So, those two," He pointed at Bakura and Marik, "Are spirits from Ancient Egypt?" Ryou nodded his head.
"Hai..."
Mr. Bakura was silent for a moment, before he sprang up from his chair, pulling his son into a huge hug, laughing joyously.
"Do you know what this will do for us, Ryou?" He shouted excitedly. "We'll be famous! And rich! We can have whatever we want, and we'll be so happy! Wait until I tell the committee...!" He stopped when Ryou wrenched out from his embrace, staring at him with undisguised horror. "Ryou? Is something wrong?"
"They're, they're not objects to sell to a museum!" Ryou spat out, sickened at his father's suggestion. "They're people! Bakura is the other half of my soul, father! If he were gone, I'd, I'd just die!"
"That's true!" Malik shouted, startling the elder man who looked over at him questioningly. The blond haired hikari had moved over to his respective yami and was currently holding onto him for dear life. "If you take Marik away from me, I would kill myself! I'd rather die than live without my other half!"
"We'd parish as well." Bakura spoke up from his spot on the couch. "Marik and I cannot survive without our hikaris. We'd disappear."
"You can't tell anyone about this, dad!" Ryou begged, grabbing onto his father's hand. "Promise me you won't tell another soul what we told you!" Mr. Bakura looked at his pleading son, and sighed.
"I promise." He smiled, pulling Ryou into his arms. "If it makes you happy, I won't tell a word to anyone."
"Arigatou." Ryou whispered, his eyes filled with unshed tears. "You don't know how much this means to us."
"You still haven't explained everything to me just yet." Mr. Bakura frowned, pulling Ryou away from him and looking at him critically. "What's your relationship with these three?" He nodded his head towards Malik, Marik, and Bakura.
"Ano, well, you see..." Ryou blushed, stammering as he fidgeted uncomfortably. "We're, ah, ummm..."
"What he means to say is that we're together." Marik smirked, pulling Malik onto his lap, his hikari immediately curling up in his arms.
"I thought so." Mr. Bakura scowled. "How long have you been, together?"
"A few days." Ryou mumbled, staring at his feet. Mr. Bakura nodded his head thoughtfully.
"You haven't had sex yet, have you?"
"Iie..." Ryou squeaked, turning a bright red color.
"Good." He turned to Bakura and Marik, staring at them seriously. "Do not even think about have sex with my son."
"NANI?" Marik and Bakura both yelped, eyes wide in incredulity.
"Never?" Marik whined.
"Preferably." Mr. Bakura frowned. "But I was just thinking until he's eighteen. Ryou's too young for that now."
"Dad..." Ryou hissed, flushed. "I can make my own decisions for myself."
"Not while you're under my house." Mr. Bakura snapped. "I don't care if you cuddle, kiss, or hug each other. But there will be absolutely no sexual activities in my house. Do I make myself clear?"
"Hai." Ryou murmured, completely mortified by his father's behavior.
"Crystal." Bakura scowled, crossing his arms in a sulking manner.
"I don't want Ryou losing his virginity until he knows for sure he's ready." Mr. Bakura sighed, and then left the room, missing the way his son's face fell.
"Ryou..." Bakura mumbled, knowing what his light was thinking. "Gomen nasai..." Ryou shook his head, trying to put on a smile.
"Iie, it was all in the past, ne? There's no need to remember it anymore."
"Hai." Bakura forced a smile as well, and held his hikari in a tight embrace, planting light kisses on the boy's silvery hair. He paused when he heard a small squeak and looked behind him to see that Marik had pinned Malik underneath him on the couch and was kissing him all over his face.
"I love you." Marik smiled, stopping his attack on the younger one's face. Malik's face broke into a charming smile, his lavender eyes shining brightly.
"I love you too." He whispered, "Demo, can we take that nap now? I'm really tired..." He rubbed at his eyes sleepily, making Ryou smile.
"Kawaii..." He cooed, knowing that it irritated Malik to no end. As expected, the other hikari pouted, sticking his tongue out at Ryou only to have Marik start sucking on it.
"Mawik!" He shrieked, blushing hotly as his yami finally released his appendage. Marik smirked.
"Don't stick your tongue out unless you're going to use it for a good cause." Bakura chuckled and swooped Ryou up into his arms, starting for the stairs.
"Come on, we'll rest in my room. The bed is big enough for all of us." He headed upstairs, hearing Malik yelp behind him as Marik also swept the hikari in his arms. He gently set Ryou down on the silky sheets, and cuddled up to him, placing Ryou towards the middle. Marik walked in a few seconds later and placed Malik next to Ryou, sliding in behind his own hikari.
"Night." Marik murmured, burying his head into Malik's hair.
"Nngh." Was his only reply from Bakura since the two lights had already dozed off. Marik smiled, and drifted off into a light sleep himself.
***
"Ryou! Phone call!"
Ryou mumbled in his sleep, curling up to Bakura's chest, the dark one's arms wrapped around him in a tight embrace.
"Ryou!" Mr. Bakura opened the door to his son's yami's room, and raised an eyebrow at seeing all four boys squished together on the king size bed. His parental protectiveness kicked in however, when he saw Ryou enveloped in Bakura's arms. He walked over to the bed and shook his son, not really caring if he woke anyone else in the process.
"Not now, Bakura-sama..." Ryou frowned, and buried his head under his yami's chin. Mr. Bakura raised his eyebrow at hearing the sama at the end of Bakura' s name, but let it slide by.
"Ryou!" He whispered loudly, jumping back in surprise when Marik shot up on the other side of the bed. The yami scowled sleepily at Ryou's father, still upset at the comment he made earlier about him and Malik.
"What do you want?" He snapped gruffly, carefully untangling himself from Malik's legs.
"Yugi's on the phone for Ryou." Marik rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"I'll take it."
"You have no right to take Ryou's phone calls!" Mr. Bakura growled.
"Just tell the shrimp he's sleeping and that I'll talk to him instead." Marik said, glaring at the man with distaste. "He'll understand."
"No. I'll just wake Ryou up so he can talk to him himself." Marik snarled, and walked over to Mr. Bakura, grabbing onto the cuff of his shirt and pulling him close so their faces were inches apart.
"Listen here, you domineering bastard. I am one of Ryou's lovers, whether you like it or not. I love your son, and he loves me. And it's because of his love for you that keeps me from disemboweling you and leaving your body dead in a ditch." Mr. Bakura gulped. "Now, Ryou won't mind that I'm taking one, simple phone call for him. Let him sleep for Ra's sake!" Marik pushed the elder Bakura away from him and grabbed the phone on Bakura's desk.
"Hey, kid, Ryou's sleeping right now." He paused for a few seconds, listening to the voice on the other end. "Sure, I'll have him call you once he wakes up. Yeah, I promise. Ja ne." He hung up the phone. "See? That wasn't so bad was it?"
"How dare you think that you can come into my house-?"
"Your house?" Marik snorted, interrupting. "I think this is more Ryou's house than yours. I mean, he cleans it, he cares for it, and he lives in it. You're never here. So, actually, it's you who came into his house." Mr. Bakura fumed with anger before stomping out of the room. Marik sighed, and cuddled back into the bed, meaning to get some more sleep.
"Marik?" A sleepy voice murmured, making Marik's eyes snap open. He looked next to him and saw Malik's lavender eyes blinking up at him sleepily.
"Nani?"
"Why are you up?" Malik mumbled, rolling over to snuggle into his dark's arms. Marik smiled and pulled Malik against him, fitting them into a more comfortable position.
"No reason." He whispered, kissing the top of Malik's head lovingly. "Go back to sleep."
"Mm'kay..." Malik moaned, and closed his eyes, immediately falling back into slumber. Marik closed his eyes as well, but couldn't manage to get to sleep.
"Damn it." He groaned, giving up hope on getting any more rest.
"Marik?"
"Hn?" Marik turned his head lazily, peering over to see who called his name this time. He smirked, seeing that it was Bakura.
"What are you smirking at me for?" Bakura asked, blinking his eyes questioningly.
"No reason." Marik shrugged, smirk still in place.
"Why aren't you sleeping?"
"Can't."
"Awww, did Marikky-chan have a nightmare?"
"Iie." Marik scowled. "Don't call me that..."
"It's payback Marikky-chan." Bakura said in a singsong voice, grinning madly. "Now you know why I hate to be called Kura-chan." Marik rolled his eyes and gently got up out of bed. Bakura looked at him curiously. "Where you going?"
"Downstairs." Marik stretched his hands in the air, revealing his tanned stomach and making Bakura drool at the sight. Marik once again smirked at him. "Like what you see?"
"Most definitely." Bakura smirked back, slipping out of bed easily and wrapping his and Marik's hikari with a blanket. He threw Marik a sly look and stalked over to him, leaning down closely for a kiss...
"I'm hungry, want a snack?" Marik stated suddenly, almost causing Bakura to fall face first on the bed.
"Sure, I guess." Bakura rubbed the back of his head and followed Marik out into the hall. "So, what was the real reason you couldn't sleep?"
"Ryou's father came in, and we sort of had a one on one conversation." Marik said innocently, a little too innocently for Bakura's liking.
"You mean he came in, woke you up, and you got pissed and started arguing with him?" Bakura restated, leaning against Marik's shoulder as the two made their way down into the kitchen.
"Hai." Marik chirped.
"You shouldn't fight with him, Marik. Ryou loves him very much..."
"I know, I know. Why do you think I haven't killed him yet? I'm still ticked off about that slut comment."
"But you do look like a slut." Bakura said bluntly.
"Bakura!"
"You do..."
"What about Malik? Does he look like a slut?"
"Er, a little."
WHACK!
"Itai! What the hell was that for?" Bakura shouted, now rubbing his soar head.
"What do you think? Baka." Marik snorted, now currently raiding the fridge for a snack.
"Well, maybe if you didn't dress so, so..."
"Sexy? Unbelievably hot? Drop dead gorgeous?" Marik looked over the door of the fridge at Bakura and winked at him before resuming his position in the fridge, wiggling his leather covered ass at Bakura, just to tease.
"On second thought, don't stop dressing like that..." Bakura said, drool forming at the edge of his mouth as he openly stared at Marik's butt.
"I thought you'd see it my way." Marik smirked, and backed out of the fridge. "There's nothing here."
"Grab some of that cold stuff from the freezer." Bakura said, plopping down at the kitchen table. "Ryou always has some in there."
Sure enough, Marik pulled out a tub of cookie dough ice cream. He placed the container on the table before grabbing two spoons by following Bakura's instructions to the cabinet.
"I swear, your kitchen is so confusing." Marik mumbled, digging his spoon into the creamy treat and shoving it in his mouth. "There's like, hundreds of cupboards and cabinets."
"Hn. Tell me about it. I still don't know where everything is." Bakura snorted, shoving a spoonful in his mouth as well. "Mmm...I love this stuff." Marik gave him a weird look. "Nani?"
"It's just that, you'd never act like this before. So carefree." Marik mumbled, staring at his ice cream covered spoon intensely. "We've both changed a lot, huh?"
"Hai. But it was worth it."
"Yeah. Now I have three of the most beautiful people on earth as my lovers." Marik smirked. "I couldn't be happier."
"Same feeling." Bakura smiled back, shoveling another glob of cookie dough ice cream in his mouth. Suddenly, both were interrupted out of the conversation when Mr. Bakura barged into the room. He glared at Marik angrily, Marik glaring just as hard back at him, before he plopped down at the kitchen table.
"What are you two doing?"
"Eating." Marik answered, lifting up his spoon. Mr. Bakura scowled.
"Do you always mooch off of our food? It isn't yours for the taking, you know." He said, looking frustrated. Bakura lifted an eyebrow.
"I've been living here longer than you have. Why can't I help myself to something to eat? Besides, Ryou and I are technically one person, so, if he can eat here, why can't I?"
"Because, because..."
"He just doesn't like us." Marik said smartly, talking around another mouthful of ice cream. "He thinks we're stealing his good natured son away from him, even though he's never really around here..." He muttered the last part to himself, but Mr. Bakura still overheard.
"If he had to, you know Ryou would chose me over you anytime!" Mr. Bakura shouted furiously, his face flushed in anger.
"Hn. And that's the sad part." Marik glowered. "He would chose you over us. You, the neglectful father who barely spends any time with him, who's never home, who tries to control his life. Yes, he'd choose you, because he loves you just as much as he loves us. But you're his only family left, and you don't even bother to care, which is what hurts him the most."
Mr. Bakura sat there with a stunned look on his face, hands hanging limply in front of him as he stared off in space. Were they right? He knew he never spent much time with his son, but he never thought it would have hurt Ryou. He stood up slowly and silently walked out of the room, going off to think on what the two spirits had said.
"You didn't have to be so harsh on him." Bakura frowned, staring at his lover disapprovingly. Marik shrugged.
"It's the truth. He needed to hear it."
"Still."
"Nnn, Bakura-sama?" Both spirits turned to the doorway and were met with the sight of a very sleepy looking Ryou, rubbing his eyes at them blearily.
"Don't tell me you're going to start calling me that again." Bakura said, his face falling in barely contained disappointment. Ryou shook his head and yawned, slowly making his way over to his yami before plopping down in his lap.
"Gomen, Bakura." Ryou mumbled, nuzzling his head in Bakura's chest. Bakura's face broke into a soft smile, and he pulled the boy closer, resting his head on the soft locks of Ryou's hair.
"Is Malik still sleeping?" Marik questioned, watching the two amusedly.
"Hai." Ryou yawned once again. "I didn't have the heart to wake him up."
"Let him sleep for a while longer." Marik said before straightening up in his seat, remembering that Yugi had called a while back. "The shrimp called you about a half an hour ago."
"Oh, okay." Ryou squirmed on Bakura's lap, "Can you hand me the phone please?" Marik nodded his head and got up from his position on the chair, walking over to the counter to grab the telephone before making his way back to the table.
"Here." Marik handed Ryou the phone, and leaned down to kiss his forehead sweetly. Ryou blushed and muttered a thank you before dialing Yugi's phone number.
"Hi, Yugi?" Both Marik and Bakura tuned out of the conversation when another sleepy looking teen appeared in the doorway.
"Well, well, well, look who's finally up." Bakura smirked, amused at the sight of Malik's tangled looking hair. Malik's lips formed a small pout.
"I woke up and nobody was there..."
"Gomen Malik-koi." Marik apologized softly, opening his arms as an invitation for Malik to sit on his lap. Malik accepted and fell into his yami's arms, smiling contently when the other began to pet his hair. Ryou finally set the phone back down at the table, curling back into Bakura's arms.
"What did he want?" Bakura asked, rubbing Ryou's back soothingly, making Ryou purr lightly.
"He wanted to know why we left so early." Ryou frowned suddenly. "And then he said that you and Marik were in trouble with Yami, something about a mess in his room?" Both darks began to snicker, muffling the sound in their hikaris' hair.
"I don't want to know." Malik muttered, rolling his eyes.
"So, what do you want to do today?" Bakura asked suddenly, causing everyone to look at him oddly. "What? Do you want to sit around the house?"
"No, not really." Marik admitted. "How about the movies?"
"Ano, I think I've seen enough movies the past few days." Ryou confessed, looking slightly nervous.
"I agree. Let's think of something else." All four boys fell silent, each trying to come up with something to do.
"I can't think of anything." Marik sighed, his fingers tangled in Malik's hair.
"Neither can I." Ryou nuzzled against his dark's chest.
"I guess we'll just lounge around all day then." Bakura snickered, but quieted when Malik timidly lifted his head from Marik's shoulder.
"I have an idea..."
***
Chibi B: See? Told you it sucks!
Taski: That's an understatement.
Chibi B: . I know. Well, I need ideas for Malik's, er, idea. I have no idea what it's going to be... Oh! Also, I'm sorry for how short this is...But, as I've stated earlier, I have a huge block, so, this is as much as I could type. ^^;;;;
PLEASE R&R (Even though this chapter sucked...) I need ideas!!!!