Title:
Mistle toe
Summary:
X-mas fic for the masses. One of a trilogy. A one small conversation proves that even hate can feel affection. Malik/Marik, Bakura/Ryou, Isis/Mai/Joey (threesome)
Notes:
Shonen-ai
Don't like-Don't read.
Let us begin…
Ryou felt the sting on the cut on his arm from when he'd tripped on a shrub and fell entering the garden "Damn plants…" sighing as he looked around. He really did hate social events but some how he'd been conned to coming to this Christmas garden party. Of course this party was concocted by Mokuba Kaiba to impress his little female friend. It was a beautiful party that was for sure, the decorations were all silver and dusty gray that made everything shimmer with an heir of majesty. Every one was in their best dress and mingling.
Looking all around he noticed his friends were having a ball. Mai and Ishizu were dancing with each other and making their boyfriend, Jou, very uncomfortable. The two sauntered over and wrapped their arms around Jonouchi a smile on their faces. Ishizu squeezed his shoulders in a slight hug "Do you not want to dance with us?"
Mai caught her drift and smiled "I thought you liked our dancing?"
"Trust me when I say I love it. I may be se sitting but I'm giving you both a standing ovation." The two smirked and pulled Jonouchi away to the dance floor.
Ryou raised his cup to his lips with a tired smile; there went his company for the night. Ryou stood up getting ready to gather his coat when he felt arms wrap around his waist and a head on his shoulders. "Would you care to dance?"
"No not really I-" Ryou couldn't force out another word before he was yanked to the dance floor. While there he felt his back pushed against another body quickly he turned around and came face to face with
-Himself.
"Well light I was never one to take no for an answer." Bakura's tell tale smirk was cockier than usual and he swayed to the rhythm of the song before catching Ryou's wrist. "Come on light don't be such a stick in the mud, have a little fun."
Ryou didn't particularly enjoy being forced to dance in front of a crowd. So he tries to get away by pulling his wrist and trying to walk past Bakura or away from him however the tomb robber had smirked the whole way through because each time his light tried to escape he did some thing to make it look like a well thought out move each motions was accompanied by ihis own. To a spectator it really did look like a dancing.
Finally Ryou tired of reasoning gave a fierce yank as he stepped back Bakura's foot caused him to fall back. Relying on the arm around his waist as support. He looked up with wide eyes at the ever-cursed plant strung from the ceiling right above him.
"Damn plants…" Ryou felt a pair of soft lips over his own in a short but breath-taking kiss. Bakura pulled back for a second and then kissed him again slipping his tongue into his light's mouth exploring the unfamiliar territory never leaving his partner's tongue out as he explored. Ryou was floored by Bakura's amazing …oral skills… "You know they might not be that bad after all"
As if on cue shimmering white snowflakes began to drift down from the sky, quieting everyone at the party. All was still just for a moment before Bakura's trade mark smirk was back in play, "You know you gotta lighten up just a little, if you would have said yes I wouldn't have even bothered you…"
"Oh really- what if I didn't want to say yes?"
""Why don't I show you." For the rest of the night disturbing sounds were heard from the guest suite in the north wing of the Kaiba manor.
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