The fourth instalment of "The Labours of love" is here! I will try to make it better then the last chapter. I have an odd feeling that I mucked up on that one.

This includes the humiliating term: "This is not what it looks like."

What are friends for:

Poor Joey. Ever since his um, adventure at the café had taken place, Mai was not even looking at him. Even when he had retired to Duke's place for beers, and the promise of a XXX rated video, this still failed to cheer him up. Tristan was there as well, and was looking at his friend in pity. Ryou was hugging his knees, goggling at all the pictures of topless girls. Duke broke the silence by doing his traditional flipping of the hair, giving everyone that smug smile of his, before announcing:

"Ok. I am going to venture into the Kebab shop. You three stay here; enjoy the long, sad moments when I do not linger."

"Whatever," muttered Tristan under his breath. He was going to cherish those moments, to also talk to Joey who looked like he had to sleep with Mr Miloon in order to pass the grade.

Duke, disappointed at their reactions, turned on the heel of his designer boots and strode out.

As soon as the door shut, Tristan turned around and addressed Joey with his We-have-been-mates-like-forever-so-you-better-tell-me-whats-eatin-ya look.

Joey sighed. "Mai hates me." Ryou blinked at Joey, before giving him his fan girl fainting smile. "Don't worry Mate, I'm sure she'll see sense."

"It's not all that," Joey suddenly went fidgety, his face taking on a new shade of a light pink. "If she tried…to you know…."

"Kiss you," said Ryou lightly. "Yeah, um…" muttered Joey, turning scarlet….

"You don't know how to kiss her, do you?" cried Tristan. "Heaven hecks, Joey. You watch couples at it every night on the TV screen…."

"At it?" Ryou blinked innocently.

"Yeah, I know!" argued Joey. "But it's not the same…I've never been kissed, alright?"

A hush fell upon the room. Tristan looked mortified. Joey curled up into a little ball.

Ryou smiled: "Ok, get some experience. Kiss me."

He looked cute and sincere, his brown eyes unwavering at the total horror that was reflected in the other boys eyes. "It will mean nothing, just a favour between friends. And I am the most girly looking out of all of us, so just pretend I'm Mai."

Tristan cocked an eyebrow, before shooting a look at Joey who looked panic stricken.

"It might as well work," he said. "Like Ryou said, it will mean nothing."

Five minutes later….

After trying to commit sucide three times by trying to jump out the window, Joey told himself he was ready.

Joeyblinked in total terror as Ryou smiled at Joey. He was close to him now, and could see every detail of that flawless face.

Ok, pretend its Mai. He imagined Ryou's hair turning into a mass of golden curls, his brown eyes taking on a deep purple. Closing his eyes, he leant forward.

Meanwhile, inside Bakura's soul room…..

Bakura paced the floor, wandering why on earth his host wasn't responding to his calls. Muttering, he decided to take over.

UH OH.

Joey could feel Ryou's lips against his, and he was taken by surprise. Ryou appeared to be very experienced, his lips taking full control of Joey's mouth.

Poor, poor Bakura. As soon as he transferred himself into his host, he found he was lip locking with the dog. Uttering a cry, which was rather difficult seeing as his lips were attached to Joey's, he thrust himself forward, falling on top of Joey.

And Duke and Serenity walked in.

And Bakura was on top of Joey, trying to get off, but it looked like he was….and his lips were still attached to Joey's.

Serenity fainted.

Duke paused, forgetting to say something taunting at Tristan. Instead, he threw up on his designer boots.

Tristan looked at the scene before him.

"This is not what it looks like, Duke."

BB3: And there ends my voyage into madness. Please R/R, and there is no Yaoi in this, I'm afraid. I was thinking of doing some MalikBakura, but I don't think so.

Cat: Aw…no fun….