Okay, this chapter is so freakin short its not even funny. Once again, this is a lame chapter.. And short. grrr
Something I'd like to mention. Its rains a lot in my fic, well, I live in a rainy state… and I like rain thankyouverymuch.
Thanks to: alostblackcat, setokaba, ZeiYuki, DarkWolf193, FREAK014, Molly-chan (did I forget you? I don't remember your review… unless I misunderstood what you wrote, probably)
Anyways, I hope you can forgive me for the lameness, its blinding. Please enjoy!
Disclaimer: You would have to be dumb to believe that I own Yugioh…that is all…
Date: 6-12-04
Chapter XXI: Dancing Backwards
The walls were a dirty white, old wallpaper curling at the edges.
The bed was a mattress placed carelessly against the side wall, a few heavy quilts throw over it to hide its shabbiness.
Like most other nights, it had begun to rain, each drop hitting the lone widow pane in a light rhythmic tapping.
They undressed silently, stripping off their masks to the world. Briefcases with nothing in them lay against the far wall.
Kaiba untied his tie slowly, each movement of his shaky with uncertainty... A feeling that had been foreign to him only a year ago.
Joey pulled back the covers and crawled under them. He looked to his bed partner expectantly as he waited to be joined.
The brown haired boy undid the black buttons on his shirt, pausing five seconds between.
Was he doing he right thing?
"How long does it take you to get dressed in the morning? Do you have to wake up at midnight just so you aren't late for school?" Joey teased.
Kaiba turned around and threw his shirt onto his mate's head. "If I didn't leave my shoes in the kitchen I'd throw one at you." Kaiba paused in thought. "Or both.. yes, both."
Joey smiled playfully. "Feisty are we now?" He patted the empty spot next to him.
Kaiba raised an eyebrow. "You're disgusting Joseph."
"Hey, what's wrong with a little romp before bedtime? I thought kittens were the most active at night."
"Kittens?" Kaiba questioned finally reaching his pants.
"Don't think I forgot your pet name there 'Kitty'"
Kaiba turned away in slight embarrassment. "Just so you know.. puppies sleep at night.."
"Not all of them." Joey was giving him a look that could only be described as.. serious? "I only want to play Kaiba, nothing real serious."
"You look serious to me." the other observed.
Joey smiled. "Just come over here, I only want to play."
"Aren't you a little old to 'play'?"
Kaiba stood by the side of the bed staring down at Joey with a somewhat quizzical look.
"Just get in."
Kaiba stood still for a few minutes.
"You're still as defiant as ever I see."
Kaiba quirked an eyebrow. "When did you get so smart? 'Defiant'? That's an awfully big word for you isn't it?"
"Hey! I did go to school thankyouverymuch! Now just get in!"
When Kaiba refused to move, Joey launched from the mattress and grabbed the taller boy by the knees, pulling him down.
They wrestled for a minute until Joey was on top.
"What are you doing Wheeler?"
"Playing."
Kaiba rolled his eyes. Joey was so... dumb.. Something school couldn't fix unfortunately.
They laid that way for a while until he felt a finger poke him in the side. His body squirmed involuntarily at the intrusion. Joey poked again. The same thing happened. Again. And again. And again. And again..
"Stop it!" Kaiba yelled at Joey feeling very agitated.
Joey growled in his ear loving his reaction. "No.. its fun."
He continued to poke Kaiba until he retaliated by pushing him backwards into a sitting position. Kaiba sat up on his haunches and growled back at the blond. "I said stop it."
Joey sat back on his heels, readying himself for the attack. "Bring it."
They clashed at once, claws bared, teeth snarling, muscles tense...
But it wasn't violent...after all..
..they were only playing.
They wrestled and tumbled on the beat up mattress long and hard. Their vigorous activity and efforts were rewarded with the scent of sweat and body odor. It was a pungent sweet and sour smell, attacking their nostrils at once.
They paused in their battle long enough for Kaiba to assess the damage on his shoulder. Joey had pouched him from behind and had actually bitten him! It hadn't drawn blood but it was starting to form a light reddish purplish bruise around it. As he started to finger another one tenderly on his thigh, he got pounced again, this time his head hit the wall behind him.
Joey immediately backed off. He looked remorseful.
"Sorry 'bout that. You okay?"
Kaiba sat up and rubbed his head. "Yeah, just.. don't do that again."
Joey blushed feeling very embarrassed. "Sorry."
"Are you finished 'playing' now?"
Truth was, he was actually having fun. He had never actually played like that before.
Kaiba slid down a little on the sheets and laid his head down on the pillow. He let out a content sigh.
Joey was pleased to see this new smiling Kaiba. He had never seen him looking so peaceful before. Not wanting to ruin the mood with a bold move like a kiss, he contented himself with lying by his side.
Kaiba rolled onto his side to stare at his blond bed companion. They looked at each other for a very long time until Joey's lips found themselves resting on the other's.
It was nowhere near intense or fiery, but in every way it was just as beautiful.
They broke away slowly, Joey looked at his lover through half lidded eyes. Kaiba still had his closed.
"Let's go to sleep now okay." Joey said softly. He reached forward and brought Kaiba's face close to his own.
He let his lips ghost over his eyelids, his breath tickling his skin. He kissed Kaiba's lips gently.
"Goodnight Kitten, sleep well."
He pulled away momentarily and clapped his hands twice. The lights dimmed instantly.
He pulled the covers over their warm bodies. He could feel a soft rumble in his lover's throat.
"A 'Clapper'? How disgusting."
"I just bought it thank you very much."
"You could have just gotten up."
"Didn't want to."
He felt Kaiba smirk tiredly against his neck. "Puppies really are lazy."
Joey breathed out a laugh. "You're no one to talk, you still haven't even opened your eyes yet."
"Shut up and go to sleep."
"Love to." Joey said.
He draped his arm over Kaiba's body and pulled him close to his chest. They both fell asleep close in each other's embrace.
The door creaked softly as he eased himself through it. He heard the low continuous beeping of a disconnected phone.
He peeked into the living room cautiously. The TV buzzed softly in the background, the sofa and the chairs were over turned, papers and pictures strewn about the floor.
An unconscious Bakura, who had been obviously drunk at one point, slept in the midst of the mess upon the broken coffee table. A small trickle of drool running down his chin.
Bakura had obviously gone into a rage about something. What? Ryou didn't know.
He quietly crept by the doorway and went to head up the stairs. Before he got on the first step, a hand clamped down on his wrist.
"Where the hell have you been?!" Bakura… apparently wasn't that unconscious…
Ryou's first reaction was to yank his arm away, but the hand held tight. Bakura's grip tightened.
"Where the hell have you been damnit!?!"
Ryou whimpered. Maybe if he played innocent, Bakura would let him go. "I haven't been any where Bakura. Please let me go, you're hurting me!"
Bakura was too drunk to process his cries, too drunk to fall for his lying which was an unfortunate thing for Ryou.
"You didn't come home last night! Who were you with?!"
The hand twisted slightly, pinching his wrist bones.
"Bakura! That hurts! Stop i-"
Bakura thrust his body up against Ryou, pressing his lips against the weaker boy's hungrily.
Ryou beat him with his free arm.
"Why don't you love me? Why?" Bakura asked desperately breaking their kiss clumsily.
"Bakura, what are you talking about?"
'Is that why he's drunk?'
"I love you, I swear I do!"
"Why did you cheat on me then?!" Bakura screamed, his mood swinging back to anger from his desperation.
Ryou's wide eyes only provoked him further.
Bakura's hand tightened, causing Ryou to yelp loudly.
"You're going to your room! NOW!"
Bakura yanked Ryou up the stairs.
"I work for you! I clean for you! I cook for you! What the hell do you want me to do Ryou?! What do you want from me?!"
Tears were streaming down Ryou's face. "Stop Bakura.. stop.." he whimpered.
"What do you want me to do?!"
With one last twist, Ryou's wrist met its restraint. He screamed as a fiery pain engulfed his arm.
They stood at the top of the stairs, Ryou sobbed convulsively as he cradled his right arm closely to his chest.
Fear and guilt churned in Bakura's stomach as he stared helplessly at the small boy.
Had he.. done that..
"Ryou." He touched Ryou's face tenderly.
Ryou jerked away fearfully. "Don't.. touch me.."
"Ryou.." Bakura reached his hand forward again.
"Don't touch me!" Ryou screamed pushing Bakura backwards with his good hand.
He reached for the railing...
Nothing would save him..
His eyes were wide as he stared at Ryou's horrified face.
He was falling.. his foot slipped..
He could hear Ryou screaming..
It was black..
To be continued...
Okay, this chapter's title has nothing to do with anything really except for Bakura falling down the stairs.
Reply to Molly-chan: hehe, yeah the couplings are supposed to be that weird. Its going to get even weirder when more characters come in. (Didn't think I forgot Marik or Malik did you? Hehe, I shouldn't even have mentioned that. They will be appearing in a few chapters)
I couldn't think of anything so I'm just going to post now.. I feel really bad for all the people who read my other fics… bleh, haven't updated in a LOOOOONG time! I feel so bad
Anyways, thanks for reading. Please leave your thoughts.
FREAK: hey, did I email you back? I cant remember I usually check my mail at the library and if I didn't email you back… I FEEL SO BAD!! I HATE MYSELF!! …gah…. I AM SOOOOOOOO SOORRRRRYY!! beats head against cement blocks I'M SO DUMB! (not that its hard to tell why) forgive me…. ;;