Peaches, Pickles, and Apples, Oh My! Chapter 5: Pickles Pickled and Bananas Peeled!, a yu-gi-oh fanfic

Looks around at all the cobwebs and cockroaches that have started to live on the fic. Wow...I really have abandoned this fic, haven't I?

Flamer: Abandoned is under rated.

I know I know! But if you read my diary on my profile, you'll know why I've been so fuckin' backed up here. XD However, with the coming of October and my new love for the new Manga out called The wallFlower, I've been able to get out of my writer's block and finally finish up this fic!

Flamer: Thank gods! Ya know, I bet ya anything that no one will come back to this... since this has been back up so badly.

Says you! I'm not going to slack, nope! I'm getting this done if it kills me!

Flamer: Yeah right.

Oh yeah, that reminds me. I'm going to make a record on and put up the first yaoi fic in the Tekken section of the Games. If you read my profile, I think you'll agree with me that a yaoi fic on Hwoarang and Jin is a MUST!

Flamer: You can tell what she's been doing with her time instead of working on this fic. –;;

Looks away from a hot picture of Hwoarang and Jin W-what are you implying!

Flamer: rolls eyes what she wants you do to is, if you have the time, to support the yaoi fic, since the most obvious response a yaoi fic would get in a non-yaoi section of the Games is a flame and we don't want that.

Yeah! I'll be great, especially for all of those HwoarangxJin fans out there who, I bet, are just a little scared to post their stuff. I shall make history, but you gotta back me up

Flamer: They don't have to do anything if they don't want to.

Will you stop discouraging them, dammit!

Flamer: I will as soon as you stop talking to them and let them read the fuckin' update, dammit!

Pouts fine; be that way. Hope you enjoy the update. It features the Halloween party I mentioned in the fourth chapter. Go back if you need to refresh your memory.

Flamer: cuts through the cobwebs to get to the fourth chapter to refresh memory

(/-hai-/ ) -------yami/dark talking
(/-hai-/) --------hikari/light talking

"Alright, that's the last of the it. Do we have anymore silk we can put up?"

"No. We've hung it all, but that's okay. Everything covered in it."

"Wow! It looks just like an Egyptian palace in here, you guys! Wait til the others see this."

The two CEO's smirked at their work and drank in the praise the younger Kaiba gave them. In looking around said mansion, it truly did seem like a haunted version of an ancient Egyptian palace.

Otogi and Seto were already dressed for the occasion. Having found a personal costume designer, the two of them looked like regal High Priest from way back then... if a little... more scary...

Mokuba, unable to be scary with his adorable self, kept it simple, dressing like a toon dragon. XD Even though it seemed a bit childish, it fit the theme and it was utterly cute. Plus, there was no other position open so Mokuba was stuck with it.

After pouting a bit, he was over it and was currently setting the food table with his brother. "Seto, just who is coming, exactly?"

Otogi answered the question, coming over with a bowl of grapes and a bowl of fruit punch. "We don't know. Ryou's in charge of invitations."

"Correct." Seto backed up. "I didn't want to go through the whole trouble of planning this whole party since it was Ryou who thought of it in the first place."

"Sounds fair. I'm going to go lock all the doors leading to other rooms... so no one will go in." The youth Kaiba stated, going off upstairs.

"Alright. Come back down here soon. They'll be arriving at ten..."

Later on, in a different side of town, Mai, Malik, Bakura, Yugi, Yami, Katsuya, and Honda were looking around a Halloween shop. The seven were looking for decent outfits, but none seem good for the theme.

"Damn... if I had known this shop sucked so much, I would have taken Seto's offer in order custom made outfits." The blonde whined, looking for a decent Priest outfit.

Him and Honda were suppose to be priests, while Mai and Yugi were going to be dancers. Yami was, obviously, going to be Pharaoh. He already had his outfit. As for Bakura and Malik, they were looking for more scarier outfits, one of a tomb robber and another of an Anubis get-up.

So far... nothing.

"Ack! Where are the good things!" Bakura growled.

"Maybe I should call Kaiba. He'll know of a better store." Mai stated, starting to pull out his cell phone...

However, as if on cue, Yugi's phone started ringing. Gasping softly, he pulled it own, answering his Japanese.

"Moshi?"
"Yugi, it's me. Ryou just called me. He says that he has all of your costumes at his place. He ordered them."
"Ah. So that's why he didn't do shopping with us."
"I guess. Just hurry up and change."

And with that, the typical attitude of the CEO showing, the phone clicked off and Yugi sighed softly. "That was Kaiba. He relaid a message Ryou gave him. He got us custom made outfits."

"Ryou sure is taking this party seriously." Yami commented.

"Yeah, but hey; we've got outfits. Let's get outta this dump!" Katsuya barked, heading towards the exit.

They other followed slowly, but Bakura stayed, looking around. For something other than a costume... for he was also serious about this party... and he had a pretty good idea as to why his hikari was as well.

/-You won't get to me, dear Ryou... because you'll be begging for mercy once I'm done with you-/ He smirked within his mind, walking up to a makeup kit made for those that wanted not just to dress the part... but look the part as well. Buying it quickly, he caught up with the others, hoping the costume Ryou got for him matched his haunting tomb robber want.

The party was in full swing! Dancing everywhere, people gossiping near the snacks and couches that were provided, flirters in heavy supply, Egyptian style costumes to fit the theme beautifully... and a little more people than Kaiba cared to have in his house and home. The young CEO had to send Mokuba to bed earlier because of the heightening mature atmosphere. Growling, he set off to find Yugi, who was dancing with Mari along with other Egyptian-dressed dancer.

"Yugi, just what were you thinking in inviting all of these people? I bet more than half of these people you don't even know!" He scowled, which made Yami the pharaoh -who was sitting on a custom-made throne- narrow his eyes dangerous in one of his dancers being harassed.

Yugi, however, could fend for himself, thank you! And he showed in his shifting his shoulder to knock the offending grasp of Seto's hand.

"Don't get mad at me, Kaiba. I didn't invite them. Ryou did. And you should get over it; believe it or not, this is appropriate party atmosphere.

"Yeah. Go yell at Ryou." Mai barked, coming to the short duelist aid, bells on her hips jiggling invitingly.

Seto huffed and went in the opposite direction, hoping to find Otogi in all of these masses. Yami, was to say the least, impressed by his seemingly defenseless hikari...

/-It'll be all the more delicious once I seduce him...-/ he smirked, looking down at his 'dancer' hungrily. He could hardly wait to put his plan into action.

Bakura and Malik, too, were looking for the Brit, the robber wanting to end this game of 'hide and seduce' and Malik simply wanting to dance with his friend... little did he know that another pair of eyes was watching his half naked body -Malik being dressed as an Anubis sacrifice... which meant he hardly had anything on but rags and gold jewelry- walk around the mansion lustfully, waiting for him to walk into his trap.

"Bakura, have you seen, Ryou?" the ex-tomb-keeper asked, looking up at Bakura in concern. The demon, however, looked back at him with a gaze not meant for those weak-willed.

"How am I suppose to know? I'm not his keeper." Bakura snarled, his eyes now a spike yellow with the contracts he put in to add emphasis to his scary disposition. Malik 'eeped' slightly, but then huffed, walking off towards the upstairs.

"Damn, I just asked a simple question. I hope nothing's happened to Ryou." He murmured to himself, walking down the upstairs hallway, not knowing that it was off limits to party go-ers.

A deep growl erupted from the hallway's darkness, causing Malik to jump halfway off the ground, holding his chest. His eyes grew large, trying to see through the darkness to find the source of the threatening sound. However, instead of finding something that might have killed him, Malik grinned to find a bottle of pickles in the middle of the hallway.

His first instinct would have been to pick up the bottle and start snacking... but something was wrong with a random bottle of pickles appear after an ominous growl.

/-Something's up...-/

Unfortunately, before Malik could turn in the opposite direction to fetch Seto and tell him something lethal was in the mansion, he backed into something tough... rather musky smelling, but attractive... something equal to a chest. Almost scared to see who it was, Malik turned around anyway...

And almost screamed to the top of his lungs; not by fear, but by sexual lust.

There behind him, was the sexiest creature ever to walk upon Japan, to Malik anyway. His hair in it's usual style, but his eyes were now a drop-dead gorgeous shade of dark purple within the hallway darkness. Marik dressed to that of a pharaoh, the one thing he always wanted to be. And he fit the part perfectly.

His chest, strong and built, was bare for anyone to have their taste of eye candy. Golden jewels wrapped around his muscular neck, wrists, ankles, waist, and atop his head, making up his crown. Tight leather and silks painted upon his thighs, outlining that which made him, oh, so delicious. Malik could have died happy right then and there.

But he choose to live and gap at him, causing the undead evil reincarnate to chuckle.

"I take it you like my outfit... yours isn't half bad either, my sacrifice," He growled hotly, the same threatening growl that had cursed the hallways a few seconds ago.

Malik continued to look up in awe... before his gapping mouth was filled with a familiar taste... of a thick salty pickle. Wanting to crunch down and enjoy, Marik growled to that, causing his lesser to whimper in submission.

"We'll be sharing this one, my hikari." Marik snicker sadistically, opening his mouth sensually to allow the other half of the pickle to grace his mouth, suckling deeply.

Malik almost died at the sight, his eye rolling into the back of his head. The sounds of juices being sucked into Marik's skillful cavern was driving him mad. He moaned softly, doing the same, his tongue coming out to lap at it as if it was the real thing. Marik smirked and mimicked his hikari's kinky behavior. His tongue lashed out to lap at his end of the pickle until their wet mouth muscles touched.

Malik gasped, his eyes widening at what they had just done. Their mouths were full of pickle and their tongues were touching from sucking it... pretty hot picture, ne? Looking deeply into his dark's lust-filled eyes, his mind's voice relayed a sexy message.

/-I may be Anubis' sacrifice... but I'm giving myself to you tonight...-/

Marik couldn't have gained a more sadistic glint in his eyes in that moment, pressing Malik's lithe body against the hallway's wall.

/-Your pharaoh is happy to hear about that... since that's what I've wanted for some time.-/
/-Then I'm yours to have, my Pharaoh.-/

And then the pickle snapped in two...

/-Where are you, Ryou... I know you're here somewhere...-/

Bakura growled, looking within the basement of the Kaiba mansion. Not being able to find his hikari within the party -and their mind link being blocked off- he was become very eager to find Ryou, and then ring him dry for hiding from him. However, all this anger merely came from concern. Putting him through all of this stress was not a good thing.

He'd looked within every place besides the wine cellar, thinking that would be the last place to find his 'innocent, sweet hikari'. Saving that for last, the demon grinned, knowing he had the cornered his hiding hikari... but what he found was not untainted light as he cracked the door open for a peek...

...but sinning darkness.

There, upon a black beanbag with a bowl of bananas to his side, Ryou was moaning softly, lapping at a naked banana. He had chosen the costume of a beaten slave, rags adoring his lithe body, showing areas of him he wouldn't have shown otherwise for the party... or had he really given the party thought when ordering the outfit...no.

He was thinking of Bakura and his revenge.

The emerald green eyes of Ryou looked to the cracked door and a tainted smirk adored his -otherwise- angelic features.

"Oh Bakura... if only you knew how much I truly loved bananas..." He whispered, watching as the Tomb Robber came in slowly, closing the door behind himself. Bakura didn't know why he did such a thing... maybe he was curious as to what Ryou had in store for him. What he did know was... he couldn't keep his fingers out of his mouth, sucking on his finger nail.

Ryou groaned softly, slowly parting the banana from his mouth, a stream of saliva trailing from the tip from his tongue. Looking deeply within Bakura's eyes, his own emerald orbs seem to plead, but also say 'touch me and regret it'. The tip of the spit-slicked fruit dragged down the Brit's chest, tearing another lustful moan from him.

"They're sooooo good, Bakura. The way they taste once you peel them off slowly, taking your time. Especially if you use you teeth." He whispered seductively, seeing his prey start to walk slowly towards his trap. "Sucking and nipping at the tip of the banana... dragging your tongue down to the base... mmmmm I drool just thinking about it. Then after the fun is done to one and it's devoured... it's time to start... all over again." He smirked, taking the yellow fruit from his chest and... with skill received at birth... downed the whole length of the banana within his mouth and swallowing, showing Bakura the whole display.

And the tomb robber was never more regretful of anything in his life. Why did he have to go and piss Ryou off like that? Why couldn't that banana have been him! Why Why Why!

As he stood there, shivering from the sensual sight that Ryou had just performed in front of him, the tainted angelic slave was on his feet, walking over to the stunned demon. He grinned, putting his stick fruity hands upon Bakura's bare chest, rubbing slowly.

"But... do you know what I love more than bananas, Bakura?" He whispered in that, oh so innocent voice that caused the tomb robber to shiver in a 'no'. He forced himself to look down at the seductive Brit, waiting for the response.

The sharp taste of bananas lit up Bakura's mouth in an instant, followed by the feel of slender limbs around his neck and a slithering appendage within his gapping mouth. And the tomb robber had no choice but to react and reply to the assault, wrapping his arms around the small waist of his hikari and pushing his own tongue to duel with his, eager to further taste Ryou's banana laced cavern.

Soon after the taste was gone, the two parted in a wanton display of saliva connecting their tongues. Ryou's eyes fluttered open, unaware that they had closed during the passionate embrace. Bakura, too, had to open his optics. He wanted to know what Ryou loved more than bananas... but the answer was now obvious.

"You..."
"Idiot. Why didn't you tell me before?" Bakura growled, but it was not threatening, more like sexually frustrated.
"Because I wasn't sure you felt the same. As much as you flirted with Marik, I wasn't about to say 'I love you' without you loving me back." Ryou pouted, showing that his actions were not idiotic, but smart... very smart.