A/N: Hey, y'all! How's it been? Hope you like the last chapter; I certainly did. Hope you guys like this chapter!
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Chapter Two
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My engine roared to a stop inside a yellow-outlined box on dirty tar. The school's parking lot had just been painted, so the boxes shined in comparison to the blackness to its sides. The bike's weight, slim surface to balance on, and stillness caused it to tilt left. Holding out my corresponding leg, I gave the motorcycle the support it needed not to completely fall over. I removed the keys and placed them in my bag still slung on my shoulder. I ran my hand through my wind-blown hair. I waited for another minute before sighing deeply.
"Little one, you will have to release me one of these days." Inside my head, I blushed at the slight innuendo. Innuendo or not, I still had arms wrapped around my middle, and a forehead up against my upper back and lower neck. It had been awkward to drive the bike in such a position, but I had said nothing. My light moved behind me and he slid off the bike. He took several steps away as I got off myself.
Toeing the peg to give the motorcycle the balance lost when I got off, I turned to my light. Ryou had his back to me. His spine curved inward near the bottom, much like the dork of a pharaoh's did. "Come on, hikari. Everyone is probably waiting for us." With head hung low, his right hand was rubbing absently at his left bicep through the fishnet holes. I readjusted my bag and stepped up behind him.
I reached out for the boy's shoulder. When I did, the muscles there tightened and Ryou's head flinched to face the other direction. Without a second of warning, my light held my fingers within his own, much like he had in his bedroom. "Ryou, what are you--."
"Were you being serious before?" His voice was hollow as he whispered.
"What?" This word seemed foolish as it escaped my lips. I could only imagine myself with my head tilted slightly left, my eyebrows raised and lowered to different levels, and my eyes screaming out my confusion.
My light interrupted my thoughts. "When we were on the motorcycle, you totally disregarded me."
"Okay, but no more than usual."
He shifted, shaking his head. "Do I really make you that uncomfortable? And don't lie, Kura. Don't lie to me."
I blinked several times, confusion entering my mind. It was odd how his pet name came out. I was certain that he didn't mean to, like he would when he wanted something from me. It probably was out of force of habit. But even so, he must want me to tell the truth badly if he let that slip. The way he sounded now was almost desperate. But why in hell would he feel like this? Damn. It was way too early in the morning for this shit. "Look, Ryou--."
"Don't you dare, my dark. Tell me the answer, without the bull." What the hell? When was Ryou ever so direct and forceful?
"Fine. Do you want me to tell you? Yes, you do make me uncomfortable. Happy?" I said that without any recognizable sarcasm. That's not very good.
"Oh." Pause. Fuck all awkward pauses. Let them burn. Let them burn and die. "I didn't know that you felt that way." My light breathed. His thin digits were removed from around my hand, once again leaving me with a deep yearning for his chilling contact. He twisted one of his earrings. "Come on, we need to go. You're right. Our friends are probably waiting already." He took a few quick steps forward, his corn silk hair waving vertically with each footfall.
No. I was not going to let it end like this. I, once again, took him by the shoulder as he walked by the front of a blue SUV's passenger seat door. Without too much force because I wasn't looking to hurt him, I made my hikari turn. I caught his chin, bringing it up so I could stare into those beautiful eyes. "I didn't mean it like that." I said softly, cupping his ear while still holding his face still.
"You know I didn't mean it like that." I repeated myself. This time I ran the index finger belonging to the hand previously at his chin down his throat, bumping over his chocker. For a second, as my nimble touch flew over his Adam's apple, I would have sworn my hikari whimpered throatily. I couldn't truly tell, because his actual face made no movement.
"Really. What did you mean then?" My light half closed an unnoticeable distance between us. His golden lashes flicked sweetly when I felt his hands positioned at my hips. Ryou's thumbs hooked onto my belt loops, giving him absolute power over our closeness.
I could feel him being so close. My mind hazed over. I inclined toward him until my cheek brushed against his, hugging him around the middle. I nuzzled with affection at the edge of my hikari's hairline. I could smell his rosy aura strongly. "I have to watch my every step. I feel I may do something inexcusable, as I have done in the past. You're just so—I can't do it again." Shutting my eyes tightly, I kissed his jawbone. I was met with cold skin, but I accepted it gratefully. Ryou directed the movement of our feet until a light bumping sound entered our ears.
Transferring the effort of our weight onto the car door, my hikari said, "You know nothing you do to me would be inexcusable. I will allow anything to be done to me if it was by you. I won't say no." My kiss trailed his jaw, ignoring his chin. My lips begged to capture his soft petals in rapture.
Concluding my decision within seconds, I pressed us completely against the automobile. One mouth hovered over another's. His inhales were my exhaled breath. With a shivering lower lip, the other me shut his chocolate circles from the world and slid his mouth open. I sunk my teeth into the twittering flesh, a mewling my quick response. My tongue seeped through my mouth and freely licked the warm rim of Ryou's mouth. Warm? Yes, even though his skin could give frostbite, I remember now how hot having your tongue inside his wet hollow was.
I teased him by slipping the tip of my moist muscle down the curve of his lip, taking it back once I felt teeth. Yet to start kissing, I continued by simply tracing the outline of his black lipstick. Ryou moaned shamelessly, withering so much I had to hold him up with an arm. My light, seeing how he was having trouble keeping up straight, gripped onto my shoulders from behind. And just as I was about to actually place my mouth over his, instead of coating his mouth with a thin layer of saliva as I had been doing, the most horrible sound erupted from my hikari's checkered backpack.
Ring.
I stopped my free roaming in its tracks. My lips screamed for me to ignore the sound, and just move less than an inch forward. They screamed to cover the entrance of my hikari's searing hot cavern with an open mouth. They screamed for that touch they only vaguely recalled from years before.
Ring.
His eyes cracked open when I guiltily retracted my tongue and the arm holding him up. Taking the message, the boy let me go. We were both panting, I more than him. Were we holding the breath the entire time? He stood upright again, but this time, close enough so when I breathed out, his snowy hair would rustle.
Ring.
"Fuck." He whispered, reaching into a side pocket of his bag, removing a cell phone. He flipped it open, putting the receiving end to his ear.
"Hello?" Ryou asked, a hint of annoyance present in his voice. "Atemu? What do you want?" A moment passed. I could hear the pharaoh's voice, but could not understand what he was saying. The boy pouted, raising an eyebrow in my direction. "That's it? We weren't there early, like Bakura usually likes it, so Yuugi got worried. Nice."
With a slight smirk, I shrugged. It wasn't my fault our friends were accustomed to us coming in much before needed. Ryou sighed, shaking his head. He rested his forehead on my shoulder as if exhausted. As Atemu talked, my light pushed his lips onto my T-shirt. I ignored it, shifting my weight from one leg to the other in boredom.
My little Ryou giggled. "You need to get your mind outta the gutter. Imagine what Yuugi would say if he heard you talking like that. But don't worry. If that were to happen, I will make sure we call you so you are the first to know… Okay, Bakura's coming right now. Bye."
He hung up, pocketing the phone. "Atemu, Seto and Joey are waiting in the locker room. It'll be more convenient for you to go straight there than to drop me off at Humanities." He returned the support of his head from my shoulder to his neck.
"What was Atemu talking about? I don't want him polluting my hikari's innocent mind."
Ryou laughed, as he began walking toward the school, me a few steps behind. "That is for me and your husband to know, and you to find out."
"Husband?" I said as we entered the school. The gymnasium, and its locker rooms, was on the ground floor, this floor. Ryou's first period class was three floors up.
"Atemu, duh." My light opened the doors to the staircase next to the main entrance. I rolled my eyes, earning a laugh. "Oh come on. How much you guys flirt is ridiculous. And everyone knows about your fling in ancient Egypt. I swear, if Atemu wasn't already taken by Yuugi, I could just so see you guys together."
I knew that would come back and bite me in the ass one of these days. Stupid, fucking pharaoh. He was bored one day and decided to make me mad, why I do not know. He told the entirety of Ryou's clique about our past, past affair if you must name it. Yet another reason I should bash his brains out from his damned high horse.
"Yeah, okay. I can really see what you mean. I swear." I pecked him on the nose as a farewell, his departure up the staircase following. I pivoted in the direction of the hallway leading to the gym.
I opened the door to the high ceiling-ed, pumpkin orange room, only to see a group of much shorter girls. They were probably in their first year in middle school, or as we called them here, sevens. When they saw me, there was an outbreak of high-pitched squeals and giggles. Most had a dreamy, wanting expression. One blond actually pointed at me and whispered rabidly to her friends. It was basic knowledge to avoid such females, for who knew what in the world a group of hormonal preteens would do.
"May I get in, girls?" I asked nervously. They parted for me. I could have sworn one had said, "I wonder who did that?" but I dismissed it. Girls these days are getting stranger and stranger, especially the ones that might think you are hot. Thank the gods the only two females I really knew, Anzu and Serenity, were gay and together. I entered the male locker room. I was greeted by the faint scent of human sweat, strange because it was before first period and no one had used the room beforehand. I would bet that, over the years of constant use, the noxiously green walls in the room absorbed the smell.
I maneuvered through the crowd of half naked flesh, exactly why I hated being late. I was smashed into a locker by some guy who wasn't paying attention just before reaching my destination: the back of the tight room.
This space was reserved for Yami, Seto, Joey and me. Actually, it was for any boys the others were "uncomfortable" changing with. This situation was better than before our little clique came along. Together, we started the school's Gay-Straight Alliance to protect ourselves and, as we had found out with the amount of people attending our club, many others in the school. For example, some burnouts almost got away with forcing Ryou to change in the girl's lockers for weeks on end. They did it, not because he was gay per se (no one was really sure which way he rolled, and more importantly I didn't), but because he hung out with the gay kids in the school. Being co-president of the GSA with Yami probably didn't help the situation. They didn't stop because the administration found out about their "good-humored" pranks. But, you see, I did.
After I had a nice, long heart-to-heart with the burnouts, the GSA took the whole locker room subject up with the administration. And because of this little thing that the school hypes called tolerance, we were "allowed" to change with the rest, and those fuckinghomophobes were made to change with us. And yes, fuckinghomophobe is a single word. But we were moved to the back. It went without saying. The same is true with all my friends, except for Anzu and Serenity because girls seem to not have a problem. It's sad, because these homophobes made up so little of the population and their influence extended to those who really wouldn't have minded at all.
Yami, sitting on a bench with his one foot resting on the wooden surface, laughed at me. He wore the gym uniform on his tan skin, and he had his brick red tipped, black hair tied into a ponytail. The past pharaoh pushed several of his dark blond bangs away, allowing his crimson eyes to watch me push pass the mass of men. "Nice to finally see you, Baki dear. Thought you might have run out on me. I was ready to call the cops and everything." His usually monotonous tone whined.
Yes, Yami had a boyfriend, his little hikari. And yes, Yami knew perfectly well how I loved my own light. But we still played around, with the consent of Yuugi, of course. When I finally enter into the clearance at the back of the room, I nearly fell down to the floor when one of the guys "accidentally" knocked his elbow into my shoulder. I wish that just once violence on school grounds were justifiable. The bronze male looked oddly at me, amusement laced into his gaze. I walked up behind my formal lover, kissing his on the temple as I passed him. "Cheat on you, Atemu? Never."
"Why were you late?" I took my gym uniform out of my bag. It consisted of an ugly, gray shirt and emerald green shorts. Honestly, the people who came up with the school colors must have been high. Who puts green with gray? Bunch of retards.
"It was nothing. Traffic down by Main Street." Throwing my things in an empty locker, I slipped off my Vans. I stuffed them into the enclosed compartment. My fingers worked the button and zipper of my pants.
"Nothing? So nothing leaves lipstick on your collar? And how odd, it's Ryou's shade."
Wide-eyed, I glanced down to the rim of my shirt. Sure enough, a mark of my light was painted onto the white tee. No wonder why those girls laughed. Feeling my face grow hot, not enough to blush since I don't blush in public, I turned my back to the pharaoh and continued to get dressed.
"Nothing works in mysterious ways."
Being the nosy brat he is, Yami said, "Anything new today? I had a, feeling he might say something to you soon. Did he?" 'He' referring to my hikari, as it always did.
A loud shout came from the other end of the room. Stupid, obnoxious teenaged boys. "I'll tell you during our free period." I put on my last article of the uniform, shoes. They were just Converses I declared were only for gym, but whatever. My hair was too long to be loose, so I tied it back just as my fellow yami had.
Ready and set, I looked around, finally realizing that we were missing two people, a blue-eyed brunet and his beau. "Where are Seto and--?"
"Joey? In the shower room." The male speaking got up, straightening his clothes the best he could, but with these uniforms, there was no hope. Utterly lost cause to begin with.
"But those things don't work. No one even ever goes in there anymore."
Yami laughed, jumping up onto the benches cutting through the entire room. Stepping over anyone else's items, he began to cross. I hated to do this, as it made me seem like a total buffoon, but I got up after him. "I think that's the point."
"Honestly, they act like they don't get enough at home." Pausing as a shorter boy took his book bag out of my way, I saw Yami leap off onto the floor.
"Hypocrite." The tricolor-haired teen accused. I stepped off the bench next to him, nearly bumping into some eighth grader. They really did need to make these locker rooms bigger. "You would be ravishing your hikari if he was set up in your class. I know I could if I had mine."
"Hardy har. We both know that I would never do that to the boy."
The pharaoh leaned into my chin and draped his arms over my shoulders. "Don't you mean, never again?" Frost collected in my veins with that one, suggested correction. His voice flattened to emotionless.
"What?" A miscellaneous boy, who had been waiting for us to move, pushed past us with a short apology.
"You mean you would never touch him like that again, don't you?" I didn't know how to respond, how to act. I had always felt he knew. But never before had he said something about it. My fist clenched when he continued. "We will talk later, for now--."
"What are you guys doing just standing here?" If there was a prize for perfect timing, an award, or just a plaque or something, let it be bestowed to the gracious hands of Joey. Heavens know he deserved it. The blond was panting slightly, his cheeks flushed. As the teen rolled his eyes, he complained about losers who stand around the locker rooms chatting like girls. He wrapped his arms around Yami's neck and mine and began to steer us to the gym. I heard Seto behind us, though he wasn't talking. Just like his lover, his breathing was heavy.
Taking a peek at the other yami being dragged by Joey, I felt like our shared free period would come too quick for comfort.
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A/N: So… yeah. That's it. I had a lot of trouble with this chapter. The very beginning and the entire end was written, edited (by me), added to, deleted, written again, added to and then edited (by my editor and bestest buddy, ifthedeadwerealive). I have finally added everyone's name into my Word's dictionary. I was tired of seeing that my computer program had red underlined Seto or Yami or Bakura. I even added in Kura, because frankly, it is Bakura's best nickname. I am surprised I didn't earlier. Anyway, review or don't. I will continue writing both ways. I would appreciate hearing from you though. See you!