Bad Ass Toys Aren't Just For Boys

All three Bakura/Ryou suggestions courtesy of SR, her review of Chapter 28. Also Duke's 'Mr. Testosterone' comment, though it has been altered slightly so as to cut down on the number of people squicked by vegiphilia.

"Any ideas?"

"The beatings will continue until morale improves?" Tristan suggested.

Duke blinked. "What?"

"For Bakura and Ryou," Tristan clarified.

Sighing, Duke shook his head at his boyfriend. "Bakura never beat Ryou up. Despite what Yami thinks, the thief wasn't all that bad to him."

A mulish expression on his face, Tristan retorted, "But he wasn't all that nice either."

"Yeah, but that saying isn't funny in the least; it's mean," Duke pointed out. "This is supposed to be a game – not a war."

Hemming and hawing for a few moments, Tristan finally sighed and nodded his head. "You're right," he admitted. "How about 'Wearing matching sweaters is a sign of our fidelity'?"

Duke tilted his head to side in thought. "That might have worked…" he allowed. "Only now that Bakura has his own body, they don't dress alike anymore."

Tristan's face fell. "Damn."

"Every time I've built character, I've regretted it?" Duke suggested.

"That's pretty ambiguous, don't you think?" Tristan pointed out.

"Yeah, but it's funny," Duke argued.

"There's more to life than humor," Tristan said grumpily, still smarting slightly at the fact that Duke had shot down both of his suggestions. He was just petty enough to want to argue that Duke's wasn't a good one – which it was, but it really was too ambiguous – because Duke had shot his down.

"Like what?" Duke asked, curious as to what his boyfriend would come up with off the top of his head. Duel Monsters? Money? School?

Oh, wait. He was forgetting one very important quality that both he and Tristan held…

They were both teenage boys.

"Like sex," Tristan said triumphantly, a cheeky grin on his face.

He definitely didn't disappoint my expectations, Duke thought with wry tiredness. "Watch it, Mr. Testosterone, you can be replaced with a vibrator," Duke quipped, nimbly rolling one of his ubiquitous dice between his fingers in that way that always got his boyfriend so turned on.

Tristan choked. "Do you really own one?" he asked, scandalized by the thought.

And strangely aroused, as well…

Duke's eyes glittered with mischief – and feral intent. "Wouldn't you like to know?" he returned coyly.

"Yes, I would," Tristan said honestly. A slow smile spread across his face. "Toys are better when they're shared, you know…"

A broad grin on his face, Duke said, "Well, my dear, let me show you my toy box…"

Oh, they were gonna have fun tonight!