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LadySora: ' Glad you like the pairing! I'll try and work on a fic that centers on the Yami/Marik/Bakura pairing, &Giggles and grins, imagening lemon screans that probably won't be allowed on FF&

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Joey-Lover: Seems more people than I thought like this pairing! Thanks!


"Ishizo! Sister, I'm back!" Malik yelled as he flung the door open.

"I've got two friends with me, can they stay for dinner?"

"You know full well, Malik Ishtar, that if you want them to stay for tea, they will, so why don't you save me the bother next time and just say 'I've got two friends and they're staying for dinner', instead of wasting everyone's time by asking me?"

"Just being polite."

"And annoying. Now while you're at being polite, aren't you going to introduce me to them?"

"Yeah, whatever, if I have to waste my time." Malik said with a smirk as he looked at his sister who had just stuck her head out of the kitchen.

"Malik." She said in a warning tone.

"Alright, alright, this is Yugi and this is Ryou. Happy now?" Malik said, gesturing to his two new friends.

"Nice to meet you." Ryou said, watching his feet while Yugi 'umm'ed in agreement.

"Nice to meet you to." She replied, going back into the kitchen.

"Come on, my room's this way." Malik called from the end of a corridor he had run down.

Once inside the small room, the first thing the two smaller boys noticed was the décor. The room was painted black, the walls, and ceiling, and the floor was covered in a thick black carpet. The bed was also black, as were the curtains, but the coving and skirting were blood red, along with the trims on the curtains. There were also red throws on the bed and red rugs on the floor. When Malik flicked the lights on, it became apparent that red and black scarves covered them. All in all, the room was beautiful, but in an eerie way.

Malik himself was running around the room, cursing lightly, and shoving things under his bed, some of which glinted silver in the light; and none of wich Ryou or Yugi really wanted to know the use of. Half burnt out candles were also scattered around the room, and a pair of handcuffs glinted on the bedposts, the only reason the two guests had noticed these was because Malik was now picking the lock hastily, having obviously lost the key.

Yugi tentatively walked over to the window, pulling the curtains open, and instantly wishing he hadn't as a cloud of dust erupted from them, indicating that they hadn't been opened in a long while.

"I was wondering where I put that!" Malik yelled suddenly, reaching across in front of Yugi and grabbing something of the windowsill, shoving it in a box under his bed with the rest before straightening up and saying,

"Sorry 'bout that, I had a few old friends round last night and we got plastered." Malik muttered, blushing again as the other two cottoned on to what he meant, and consequentially working out what the items Malik had been shoving under his bed were used for.

"So what do you want to do?" Malik said, flopping back on his bed and watching the two still stood in the doorway.

"Malik! You'd better have cleared your room up after last night!" Came Ishizo's voice from the kitchen, which it turned out, was through the wall from Malik's bedroom.

"Just done it!" said boy shouted back.

"Err, Malik, what's in there?" Yugi said tentatively, gesturing at a cupboard he hadn't noticed before.

"Load of bored games and stuff"

"What sort of bored games?" Ryou said, watching his new friend.

"Like twister and battle ships 'n' other stuff like that. I don't think I've been in there for years."

"But you said this morning you'd just moved here."

Malik blinked at him, looking slightly confused.

"I've lived here all my life, I just said that this morning to account for the fact I haven't ever been to a proper school. My dad used to tutor me, but it was nothing useful, all stuff to do with religion, not like Maths and stuff."

"Religion?" Ryou said, watching Yugi begin to dig through the dusty cupboard.

"Yeah, nothing that's gonna be of any use here."

"Ra! What is all this junk Malik?! Anyone would think the last time you cleared this out was before Horus was born!" Yugi exclaimed, pulling what looked like a ball of dust from the bottom on the cupboard. But on closer inspection, it turned out to be a stuffed rabbit, one ear of wich had clearly been chewed on, and raising an eyebrow at Malik, who was now sat up, watching Yugi with interest.

"What did you say Yugi?" Malik said, sitting forward.

"When did you last clear this out?" Yugi said, turning out of the cupboard, which Ryou had joined him in digging through.

"You mentioned information known only by those who study the Kemetic religion." Malik said, earning a confused glance from Ryou, along with a muffled 'Kemetic religion? What the hell's that? Some made up something?' This made Yugi glare.

"It's not made up! It's the religion of the Pharaoh's!" the small, spiky-haired boy exclaimed, followed by a stream of some sort of language Ryou had never heard before. But Malik quickly responded, pulling paper and a pen from his side table and scribbling things down, handing the pad to Yugi who looked it over, then continued to converse with Malik in this other language that Ryou had never heard before.

"Can I see?" Yugi finally said quietly, looking at Malik with a shy gaze.

"Sure." Malik said with a shrug, pulling his shirt off, and turning around. Ryou heard Yugi gasp, and turned around to see what he had asked Malik to see. When Ryou saw the design carved on Malik's back, he gasped as well, staring at what he recognized as Hieroglyphics.

"Incredible, but I thought the Tomb Keepers gave up waiting for the ancient Pharaoh to return about a millennium ago!"

"Most of them did, but my clan still wait, I just dread having to initiate my children; if I ever have any."

"Hmm, I would to." Yugi replied, gently tracing the designs on the other's back, making him shudder. It was only then Yugi realized what he'd been doing, and he jumped slightly, taking a step back as Malik put his top back on.

"Now how about we do something we all understand, like Twister?" Ryou said as he pulled said game from the cupboard.

"That sounds good." Malik said, getting off the bed and taking his shoes and socks off.

"You two should know I never lose at any games!" Yugi said, helping Ryou set the game up.

"Right foot red." Came the automated voice half an hour later. Malik uncrossed his legs and leaned over to the red spot. He was on all fours, but his knees weren't on the floor and his legs were straight. Yugi was propped up on his side on the other edge of the mat, and Ryou was in a crab position, but with his hips dropped, and was right next to Malik, head about level with his belt.

"Right hand blue." Was the next command, and Ryou gulped slightly. The Blue line of circles was on the other side of Malik. Ryou reached under him, and ended up with his face right in the other boy's crotch.

"Left hand yellow."

Malik reached under himself, stretching for the same spot Yugi was aiming for, but neither had noticed. As both let their weight down onto their hands, Malik heard a small, pained squeak. When he looked down, he realized just what the matter was; most of his weight was on the hand, which was on top of Yugi's.

"Sorry." Malik muttered, lifting his hand and reaching for the next spot, but he'd twisted his body a little more than was possible, and with a small grunt, he collapsed, forgetting Ryou was underneath him as he fell on the smaller boy. This left both of them in a rather undignified and embarrassing position. Yugi giggles slightly as he got up and helped them up.

"Whose idea was this?" Ryou grumbled as he got to his feet and stretched, Malik grinned and Yugi giggled again.

"If I remember right, it was yours!" Malik said, beginning to giggle as well.