My birthday update! (July 24)
Chapter 2: Malik's Death-defying Day
"Hey Ryou." Malik smiled softly while peering over Ryou's shoulder. "Is Bakura around?"
It had been several days since the two had seen each other and Malik was pleased to see that Ryou seemed really happy to see him.
"Oh, he's upstairs, I'll get him for you." The white haired hikari said in his gentle voice.
Malik grabbed his shoulder. "No I want to talk to you. Just you."
Ryou gave him a curious look. "I hope its nothing bad."
"No its not. Well at least I hope its not.."
"Well spill." Ryou demanded in a friendly manner as he drug the other Hikari into the living room to sit down.
Malik sputtered. Come on just say it. "Well Ryou… I, uh, well you see its just, no…um"
"Is it that hard to say?" Ryou laughed lightly.
"Yes actually it is!" At the pale boy's astonished look, the Egyptian quickly apologized. "I'm sorry Ryou, its not your fault I'm a coward."
"Malik" Ryou grabbed the others hand. "You know you can talk to me about anything right?"
Malik took a deep breath. "It'sjustthatIreallylikeyouandamhavingtroubletellingyou."
Ryou sat shocked for a few minutes before he broke into a smile. "Really Malik?"
The blonde nodded and figured now was the time. He leaned towards Ryou quickly, ignored the shocked gasp and gently pressed their lips together. A warm feeling shot through him as he realized Ryou was returning the kiss. Malik reached up to feel the soft hair just a few inches away.
And felt himself thrown backwards off the couch.
"Don't even think about it." Bakura growled stomping over towards Malik.
The blonde rubbed the back of his head. "Did ya half to do that so roughly?"
"You cocky little shit!" Bakura's eyes flashed. "I'm going to feed your yami your guts!"
"Now Bakura" Malik stood calmly. "We both know that's not possible. He'd die the second I did."
"Like I give a shit." The Thief King pulled a large knife out from somewhere behind him. "I've been waiting too long."
Bakura stalked toward him and Malik gulped nervously. He really hadn't expected Bakura's reaction to be so violent.
"Come on now Bakura. Be reasonable. If I die, then Marik dies, then where would you be?"
The violent yami paused, absently twirling the knife in his hands. "Well…"
"Bakura please calm down. It's my fault as well." Ryou jumped on his yami sobbing while gesturing Malik towards the door. Malik immediately rushed out the door.
Damn it. Now what was he supposed to do? Bakura just totally ruined his afternoon plans of snuggling Ryou. He was really in the mood to snuggle too!
Malik gave a grin as an idea suddenly struck him. He changed directions and headed towards a certain Game Store that had just what he needed.
"Fuck Ryou! You did that on purpose!"
"Of course I did! There's no telling how out of control you might have gotten. What's wrong if he kisses me? You have a life, so let me have one too!"
"Welcome to the… Oh hi Malik!" Yugi grinned from behind the counter. "What are you doing today?"
"Not much."
"Well you certainly look a bit ruffed up. Do you want a snack? It hasn't been very busy today, and if we don't turn the TV up to loud, we can listen for the doorbell if anyone comes in"
The invitation was tempting, too tempting. "I'd like that. Thanks Yugi."
Yugi granted the blonde one of his dazzling smiles causing Malik's heart to flutter slightly. He inwardly groaned. Why couldn't his heart decide?
Yugi was the easier choice, his yami wouldn't go on a killing rampage and he seemed much less shy, but he didn't like Yugi any more or Ryou any less than the other.
Damn it.
Malik jumped at the feeling of a soft hand on his cheek. "What's wrong today Malik? You seem upset."
The Egyptian tried to pull himself back but he couldn't as he turned and dove straight into hypnotic amethyst eyes. He lost control.
He crushed his lips against the others and expected to be pushed back, pulled off, or just about anything but Yugi wrapping his arms around Malik's neck and allowing the kiss to be deepened.
The blonde groaned at the blissful feelings coursing through him and gently pushed Yugi on his back for an easier vantage point.
They lost track of time and Malik was beginning to wonder how far the other would let him go when Yugi suddenly sat up and pushed the other purple eyed Hikari back.
"Fix yourself" He hissed as he straightened his own wild hair style.
"Why? The bell didn't ring."
"No but Yami is about to come out of the Shadow Realm."
Malik gave a relieved sigh. "Don't worry about it Yugi." He buried his face in the others silky hair.
"Seriously! Back up and turn your eyes to the television."
Malik looked ready to protest but stopped as he felt Yami's presence enter the room.
The blonde met his gaze for a second, but seeing the suspicious look, quickly turned away. Yami didn't say anything as he finally reached the kitchen, leaving the two alone in the living room.
Yugi let out a relieved sigh.
"Why are you so worried about Yami seeing us? Surely he's supportive."
Yugi sighed. "If not a bit over protective. Malik, everyone tends to forget that while Yami does seem to hold it at bay a lot of times, he is still a yami and therefore dark."
Malik scoffed. "You think he'd actually hurt me just for kissing you?"
Yugi's eyes sparkled mischievously. "That's only what you were doing, what if he started wondering what you were thinking?"
"Oh come on what do you really think he'd do?" Malik leaned in close, intending on stealing a kiss. He peeked open his eyes to see if Yugi was going to meet him halfway but saw death in lava red eyes.
"This.." Yami growled as he thrust Malik back into the wall, knocking over a lamp in the process. He felt the blade rather than see it. Obviously Yami wasn't quiet as showy as Bakura was when he was angry.
"Yami stop!"
Malik felt the slice on the side of his neck begin to bleed.
"I thought I told you to get rid of that knife!" Yugi attempted to snatch the knife but Yami held it out of his reach though now away from the cut.
"But Yugi, it's my job to defend your honor!" The pharaoh whined.
"Well sometimes Yami…" Yugi grunted as he began to climb on the Pharaoh to reach the knife. "People don't want their honor defended." He grabbed the hilt. "In fact… sometimes people just want to" He wretched the knife out of Yami's hand. "Be left ALONE."
Malik was stunned at Yugi's outburst and Yami looked like a kicked puppy.
Yugi tossed the knife into the front lawn. "Fetch and don't come back for a few hours. Go watch some movies with Marik. I'm sure he's just as bored as you."
Yami sent one last hurt look towards Yugi and a look towards Malik that made his blood run cold, before grabbing some movies off the shelf and slamming the door shut loudly behind him.
The two hikari's locked eyes. "Don't you think that was a bit harsh Yugi?"
"You do realize he was about to slice your throat right?"
"Oh yeah."
(1)
Marik felt his presence nearing first. He nearly went giddy with glee. "Bakura leave."
"What? I'm not done threatening your hikari and waiting for him to make a reappearance."
"Um.." Marik went shifty-eyed for a second. "He's at your house now."
"WHAT?"
"And is about to rape Ryou!" Marik hurried Bakura towards the door. "Stop that dirty Hikari of mine before it's too late!"
The door slammed before Bakura even realized he was outside. 'Dirty slut' He began the short walk home. Then he felt the presence. The thief watched the Pharaoh nearing and couldn't restrain the shudder at the furious energy rolling off him.
The shadows jumped, begged, and flipped each time Yami's boots hit the pavement. Bakura wet his lips in anticipation of seeing the color of the others eyes. He knew the angry color, fresh split blood red, and desired to see the furious color. He imagined it as a fiery lava.
Suddenly Yami stopped walking and from his vantage point across the street Bakura admired the pharaoh's backside. Till the door opened and Marik appeared.
Damn Pharaoh…
He growled as Marik met his gaze and threw him a wink.
Bastard probably tricked him… Bakura growled again before hurrying towards Ryou's house. Better be safe than miss out on killing Malik.
TBC
(1)Alternate scene:
Yami neared Marik's house deep in thought. It was probably his own fault that he got kicked out. He did over react a little a nearly killed one of Yugi's friends. But damn it was sure easier to blame Malik for everything.
Yami decided to just talk with Marik about everything, after all it dealt with him to if the Pharaoh decided to banish Malik away for all eternity and damn his soul to be shredded and order the pieces to be scattered across the galaxy. Damn that bastard…
Waves of shadow energy radiated off the Pharaoh's lean body as he finally banged on Marik's door. Then, without bothering to wait for an answer went in. What he saw stopped him in his tracks. Bakura using his body to pin Marik's to the couch. Both had their eyes closed in obvious bliss as Bakura's hands slid up Marik's shirt without stopping the obviously searing kiss.
Yami yawned loudly, but the two didn't hear him over their own moans and laborious breathing.
"Don't ignore me Damnit!" Yami threw a ball of shadow energy towards the two causing them to spring apart.
"Fuck Pharaoh? Something crawl up your ass? Or it is the lack thereof?" Bakura grinned slyly. "We can we fix that you know."
Yami glared. "It's more like a matter of something or someone trying to get stuck up my hikari's ass."
Marik gulped nervously. "Don't kill me."
Yami was about to retort when a sudden thought crossed his mind. "Maybe I won't." He walked closer to the two. "Maybe I'll just take a little revenge."
The blonde yami tried to scoot farther away, but Yami took the spot previously held by Bakura, pinning the other down. "Everything needs an equal and opposite reaction doesn't it?" He leaned down and captured Marik in a harsh demanding kiss.
Yami was about to have full control when a slap across his ass caused him to jump up. "What the hell?"
"I knew you'd come to our side eventually Pharaoh." Bakura gave a gruff laugh.
Yami turned to face him, fully intending on yelling, but Bakura pushed him down on top of Marik.
"Yami sandwich time." Bakura smirked as he pressed Yami's back against Marik using his own body weight.
"Tastes good." Marik mumbled as he nibbled on the red eyed yami's ear.
"I can decide for myself" The thief bit down on Yami's lips and the following gasp let him taste the Pharaoh for himself. "I agree"
Okay I had to cut that off before it grew out of control. It was originally in this chapter, but it totally ruins the chapter where they actually do get together. It is really long too, I didn't realize how long until it was already here.
Oh and Malik keeps taking over my chapters! He practically had his own chapter here! Damn him!
Just kidding… but seriously it won't happen again.
Preview Time!
Chapter Three: Missing the Point
"And why" Yami moved closer to Marik with a slightly suspicious gaze. "Exactly do you think we are? Or better yet why do you want to be?"
The blonde yami was beginning to have trouble breathing. Yami's deliciously tanned skin, burning eyes, and supple lips were barely an inch away.
"I..I.." He stumbled to find the truthful words. "Yami I like"
Will he tell him? And if so what will the reaction be? Find out next time on Knives, Margaritas, and Yami's.
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