Yami's koi: I accidentally referred to the lead singer from a certain band, and I think that was why this fic was deleted. Well… I guess I can carry on writing notes at the beginning! Yay!
Neutral Man: that sucks.
/Yugi to YamiYami to YugiRyou to Bakura Bakura to Ryou
Song words for Aerosmith
I could stay awake just to hear you breathing, Watch you while you are sleeping…
"Pharaoh!" Bakura hissed, flicking on a light beside his bed. Yami looked up at the whisper, his left-hand still caressing his aibou's cheek softly. Even in the dim light, Bakura could see the desire rampaging through Yami's very being, every vein alight with lust.
"You watch your hikari whilst he sleeps, too?" Bakura asked then, leaning back into a chair he had just summoned from thin air. Yami gave one small nod and continued to stare down at his light. Yugi moved ever so slightly in his sleep, unknowingly nuzzling into Yami's hand.
While you're far away and dreaming, I could spend my life in this sweet surrender…
"It's at times like this you've gotta wonder," Yami said quietly, jolting Bakura out of his dream world when he gazed at his light. "Why do we keep our mouths shut? Some people have no problem in expressing how they feel… but those are the ones who never shut up and make a big deal out of a relationship. Like Anzu, for example."
Bakura made the smallest of smiles, thankful that Yami was too busy staring at his sleeping Yugi to notice.
"I know how you feel. But those people don't always get what they want." Bakura paused to sigh and brushed back some silvery strands of hair from Ryou's eyes. "Its so hard knowing that the one you love is your strongest motivation and yet also your greatest weakness. Especially if you act cold."
I could stay lost in this moment forever, Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure…
"Did you just say act?" Yami muttered, grinning faintly. Luckily Bakura didn't catch the words he had just uttered.
"I know, I put this act on just to make out that I'm still the old merciless Tomb Robber I always have been. Even though I only once met you, Pharaoh, it was a curious meeting. Remember? You were fifteen, it was the Midsummer festival, I danced into the procession and when I got to you, I shook your hand! I was wearing that bloody short kilt thing with those gold tints people liked!"
Yami's eyes widened at that. "I never knew that was you…" He admitted, realising just how good at deception Bakura truly was, "But… my hikari…"
I don't wanna close my eyes, I don't wanna fall asleep, Cause I'd miss you baby, And I don't wanna miss a thing…
Bakura's eyes softened. "What about him?" When it came to their light's, they were probably the only thing the two would agree on.
"I feel so heavy in my stomach," Yami explained with a sigh, withdrawing his hand from the moonlit cheek of his aibou to instead follow the curve of Yugi's hair with his fingers. "And I feel… strange. I can't describe it."
"Pharaoh, I think you should go to sleep," Bakura chided seriously, allowing himself a small smile, "Yugi will get you up early. There's no doubt about that… he'll be so hyper not even you will be able to restrain him."
Cause even when I dream of you, The sweetest dream will never do, I'd still miss you baby, And I don't wanna miss a thing…
Yami sighed again, settling into his own bed. Of course, not before he shot Yugi a lustful stare.
"Pharaoh?"
Yami groaned slightly, opening his eyes to refuse the doors of sleep to open then. "What?"
"Peel me off of this Velcro seat, will ya? I'm sure as hell I can't do it by myself." And, even in the darkness, Bakura could sense Yami's sweat drop, amusement and yet exasperation.
Morning
"PHHAAAAAAARRRRRRRAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! WAAAAAAKKKKKKKEEEEEEEE UUUUUUUUUPP!!!!"
"Nani?" Yami yelped, jolting forwards into a sitting position from his peaceful sleep. As a form of habit from Egypt, he always slept shirtless; showing his perfectly tanned chest off to the three who stood around him. It seemed Bakura had a most interesting way of waking one up… a way in which he would regret greatly. Later.
Lying close to you, feeling your heart beating, And I'm wondering what you're dreaming…
"Why the FUCK did you wake me like that?" Yami asked coldly, gripping the bangs to the left side of his face, "I was having a real ace dream."
Bakura smirked. "You can tell," He muttered to Yami in Egyptian, so that the two innocents behind him would not hear him, "Check out your sheets."
Yami glanced down and groaned groggily. "Bollucks," He said, almost expressionlessly, though this time in perfect English.
"And anyways, you've been asleep so long that we'd all begun to fear that you'd lost your life, dear Yami," Ryou said mockingly, thrusting a pillow in the Pharaoh's face. "Now get dressed! You're gonna help me do breakfast!"
"Am I?" Yami asked mildly, grabbing his discarded jeans and a new shirt, "News to me."
/Yami, you will help Ryou, won't you? I don't want Bakura to start anymore fights whilst we're here. I mean, you've been rivals for over five thousand years, can't you just learn to get along?/ Yugi pleaded into his mind, when Ryou shot Yami a reproachful look. Yami grinned and shook his head, finally managing to find himself some fresh socks.
"I don't mean to be evil, but he woke me like that, and he's gonna pay. I'm sorry aibou, but that's the way things work." Yami explained, when both Bakura's had gone downstairs.
Wondering if its me you're seeing, Then I kiss your eyes, and thank God we're together.
Yugi emitted a loud sigh, and turned away so that his darkness could dress without feeling too uncomfortable. Ah, but if only he knew, just how comfortable… perhaps too comfortable… it was for Yami.
For several moments Yami did not even make the slightest effort to get himself dressed. He'd much rather have Yugi curl up into his arms, naked and submissive for him, willing to make love until both were too exhausted for any more.
Though, of course, reality did not seem to comply with any of Yami's wishes. With a shuddering breath himself, the Pharaoh retrieved his tight leather and numerous buckles. He would be able to dwell on this later.
Later… with a groan, the Game King realised just what that was translated as. They would be going onto the beach, just a ten-minute walk away from the cabin. The main problem of this would be having to restrain himself from taking Yugi down into the sand and kissing him, stroking that bare chest of his.
And I just wanna stay with you, In this moment forever, forever and ever.
/Yami? You'll have to hurry unless you want another repeat of this morning/ Yugi chided, with a small tilt of his head.
'I know,' Yami thought to himself, 'I will have to hurry if I want to have you in my arms. The wet sheets I can live with.'
On the way to the beach
"So I guess this means, conclusively, that Yami is a mother fucking cock sucker who can barely lift a finger in the kitchen," Bakura summarised, talking down Yugi's cell to Jou unenthusiastically. Ryou gave him a fake punch his way, where Bakura simply pretended to be hurt.
"I DID help today making breakfast, didn't I, Ryou?" Yami asked, turning to face the silvery haired beauty. Ryou smirked at him, such a face resembling Bakura too much for the Pharaoh's liking.
"No comment." He said simply, jumping onto a large rock and peering out into the distance. "Now, according to my calculations… we are approximately one metre into the sand of the beach."
Yugi blinked. He and the others had not noticed just how very close they were to the ocean. Nevertheless, he responded by jumping onto the rock and, in the process, knocking Ryou into Bakura's arms. Now it was his time to smirk, when both pale Duellists blushed immensely. Bakura hung up on Jou and continued to blush down at his younger counterpart.
I don't wanna close my eyes. I don't wanna fall asleep cause I'd miss you baby…
Good one, aibou. Another few months or so and you may overtake even me in torturing skills yet.Yami said with a grin, humming the tune to a song he simply adored form the moment the introduction had begun. It was, in his opinion, the greatest ballad ever to be written.
Yugi shot an almost sceptic look in his darkness' direction, before finding himself being tackled down to the ground by the Tomb Robber. Yugi giggled loudly as he found all his weak points being exploited, every nerve tormented into making him laugh.
At this Yami growled. He wrenched the chocolate-eyed male off his hikari, before shooting him a death glare.
"No one but me gets to tickle my light," he warned, before taking Bakura's place and hearing the joyous ringing of laughter float through the gorgeous smelling air. Yami settled on Yugi's hips, keeping him in place, before leaning down and torturing the duellist below. He smiled when Yugi's body arched up, attempting desperately to escape from his yami's hands.
And I don't wanna miss a thing, cause even when I dream of you, the sweetest dream will never do…
However, it wasn't long before Yami's current… position… took its effects on his body. One moment he was enjoying hearing his aibou giggling sweetly beneath him before he retreated, afraid that either he – or, even worse, Bakura – would notice. Yugi shot him a quizzical look, yet relieved at the same time.
"I feel you have been tickled enough… for now," Yami said slyly, smirking at his hikari's expression to THAT.
"Pharaoh! Come on, you're gonna miss everything we're doing!" Bakura screamed back, now a safe distance away from Yami. Yami glanced down at his light.
"I know a good way to get around this dilemma…" He smirked. Without warning, he picked his hikari up by the waist, and hauled him over his shoulder. Then he began to run, heedless to the screaming emitting from his hikari's mouth. The same mouth that Yami wanted to taste so badly…
I'd still miss you baby, and I don't wanna miss a thing…
Yami shook his head. Why, in all the Realms of Ra, did he have to be cursed with such a hentai mind? Then again… he wouldn't get so many kinky and satisfying dreams…
'Bad Yami! You shouldn't be thinking about that…' Yami scolded, eventually catching up with the Tomb Robber and his Ryou. He unceremoniously dropped Yugi onto a sun bed, half-heartedly listening to what Ryou was saying about this beach.
"Kaiba owns a part of this! That means, we can--"
"What, he owns about one grain of sand? How AMAZING!" Bakura cried sarcastically, scowling darkly at the Parasol shading them. Such things were for the weak. And he definitely was not one of them. Casually he lifted his hand up, which caused Ryou to stop.
"Just what the hell are you doing, Bakura?" He asked, in a voice too dark to be taken lightly. The Tomb Robber indifferently glanced back, grinning.
Just getting rid of a small inconvenience. Why Ryou… do you actually want one of these stupid… umbrella things?
Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. I happen to burn very easily in the sun, even with lotion.
Bakura allowed himself a small smile, trying to imagine Ryou with a tan. He highly doubted that someone so pale was physically capable of attaining one.
I don't wanna miss one smile, I don't wanna miss one kiss
Still, Bakura could not help himself. He soon found himself dreaming of that same angelic body beneath his, covered in sweat and his kisses, his mouth moaning for more before being covered with Bakura's own. Whether tanned or not, Ryou was still, arguably, the most beautiful boy ever to grace this Earth.
And yet with dreaming comes a great sadness. It had been innumerable amounts of times when Bakura had awoken with damp sheets, sweat crowing his forehead and the eventual feeling of depression consuming him. The same, of course, held true for the Game King.
Well, I just wanna be with you, Right here with you, just like this…
Bakura's smirk faded, and he fell back onto his sun bed with an almost pointless thud. The only reason he lived was because of his hikari, and that was the way he desired to keep thing. For if Ryou were to go… then what would he do? Suicide seemed like an extremely tempting option. Yet, if Bakura completed his duty as planned, and managed to avoid Ryou being placed in any form of harm, then nothing would become of the tenshi other than happiness.
Bakura?
Bakura closed his eyes, concealing the naked emotions in them. Hai?
Ryou fidgeted uncomfortably for a moment, finally stuttering:
Um… would you be able to… to… put some lotion on my back please?
I just wanna hold you close, Feel your heart so close to mine…
Bakura released a very quiet groan. Just what he needed. Many things could go wrong with this sort of scenario…
Fortunately, however, Bakura wasn't willing to back down from a golden opportunity such as this one. He would just have to be EXTRA careful…
And stay here in this moment, For all the rest of time…
Bakura: I am very OOC. I am never careful.
Yami's koi: I know. But, I think everyone prefers it if I add a little bit of OOC-Ness, right? Readers cough
Neutral Man: ha. Ha. Ha. You suck.
Yami's koi: Bakura! NM just said that Ryou is the most ugliest-
Bakura: HOW DARE YOU!!! Chases NM
Yami: I'm OOC… slightly.
Yami's koi: EVERYONE IS!! It's not as if I don't like you in the anime/manga, but I… know that you love Yugi. Conclusively, you wanna love him. Plushie to reviewers, and… fan art is still okay to submit.