A/N: Like wow! 3rd Chapter! YES!

Warning: Shounen ai. Yaoi. Slash. Boy on Boy. Get it?

Disclaimer: Sorry, don't own. Not one character, manga, or anime. Sad, ne?

Summary: Involves a stick, a grumpy Bakura, a naïve Ryou, and some weird ass songs.

Remember:

"Blah" speech.

Blah thoughts

/Blah/ mind link (Yami)

\Blah\ mind link (Hikari)

Chapter Three

There are many reasons you shouldn't give Bakura a stick. So many that little Ryou stopped counting. Sad to say, Bakura now found a stick in Ryou's backyard. He kept it cleverly hidden so he could randomly bring it out and poke things with it. That is what he was doing to Malik at this moment.

"What,"

Poke.

"Are,"

Poke.

"You,"

Poke.

"Planning!"

Poke!

Malik just glared at Bakura. Bakura in turn stuck out his tongue and Ryou… well, he just sat there bored beyond belief.

"How long do you think the until the sugar high wears off?" he asked while yawning.

Bakura shrugged. He pulled off Malik's muzzle.

"1000 BOTTLES OF COKE ON THE WALL! 1000 BOTTLES OF COKE! YOU TAKE ONE DOWN YOU PASS IT AROUND! 999 BOTTLES OF COKE ON THE WALL!"

Bakure slapped the muzzle on again, "Does that answer your question?" Ryou just nodded.

Thus Bakura went back to poking Malik with a stick…

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About three Disney movies and several cans of soda later, Ryou finally began to feel guilty. His darker half was sitting on the couch watching their sugar high friend like a hawk. "Come on. Let's please take off the muzzle at least. I'm sure he'll stop singing if we ask him to." Ryou tried to reason.

Bakura just growled. Ryou sighed and just got up off the couch. He realized this was ridiculous. It was just a sugar high right? What is everyone so worried about? It did make sense to the silver haired teen.

The weirdest thing yet was that his other half was being a real jerk about this. Well, okay, Bakura was a jerk about everything, but this was starting to annoy Ryou. Let us remember, Ryou is not annoyed easily. It seemed foolish Ryou should even ask Bakura's say in the first place.

He didn't BELONG to the older boy. Right? It's not that I don't want to I- Hold on. Did I just say I WANTED to BELONG to BAKURA! Ryou's face dusted a nice rosy color. He shook his head quickly. I don't need these thoughts at the moment. I should be thinking about Malik. Then I'll worry.

"Listen, I don't need your permission." He gave in and undid the blonde's muzzle. Malik gave a smirk in Bakura's direction. The Yami just scowled and turned away. Fine! See if I help you again Ryou! But said boy was a bit ignorant to Bakura's thoughts.

"See? He's not singing. Now I'm going to make us some snacks." Ryou stood up and walked to the kitchen triumphantly. Bakura narrowed his eyes and mouthed the words, "I'm watching you!" toward the tied up light.

Malik just sang to himself. "I love you! I really, really do! I love you! I hope you love me too! Oh sweet Ryou…"

Bakura was about to jump the poor boy when Ryou came back with peanut butter sandwiches. He handed one to Bakura and asked, "Can the straight jacket come off yet 'Kura?"

Bakura growled again, but altogether a lot more grumpy. Ryou sighed and sat down beside Malik. It appeared that the hikari had to comply to his comrades wishes this time. "Looks like I'll have to feed you. Do you mind?" The Egyptian gave a sly grin.

"Of course not Dear Ryou. I would much enjoy it." Malik purred. Ryou blinked in confusion. So he just shrugged and began to feed Malik.

Bakura felt a boil of fire in the pit of his stomach as HIS hikari begin to slowly feed Malik. His eye twitched as the boy's slim frame leaned in, nimble fingers barely brushing against the other boy's lips. The slow deliberate motion Ryou used as he tore the sandwich and took a small bite for himself with his pink tongue parting so he could lick the residue away from his pouting lips was definitely killing Bakura bit by bit.

Finally the thief bolted up and pushed Ryou away so he wouldn't be ravished then and there. Bakura grabbed the sandwich and forcefully feed Malik. Ryou blinked in confusion again. The dark one just grumbled out, "You still need to clean up the mess in the kitchen."

Ryou just shrugged and got up to go clean the kitchen. Malik smirked in his evil way as he swallowed the small snack. Looks like this will be easier than we previously thought ne? Then Malik began to laugh like a maniac.

Needless to say this surprised the other two boys in the house immensely.

Ryou's head peeked out from the kitchen and Bakura stared at him with a raised eyebrow. He hit the poor boy over the head with his fist. Ryou shook his head and went back to cleaning while Malik sprawled out on the floor infront of a slightly happier looking tomb robber.

Oh boy, this was going to be one tiring weekend…

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Sadly this is the end for chapter 3.

So, replies to:

whitefairy: Here is the third chappie! YAY!

Amethystcrystal231: Yeah… poor gerbil… Yes. The plot is rather… obvious. Or is it? Hmmm, we well just have to find out now won't we?

WildChipmunkofYonder: That flash is awesome, isn't it? I also took another flash in this chapter too! If you want to see it it's at and look for "Better than Ice cream" or something similar to that. I also assumed that Malik was hikari too. He's going to stay that way.

FanFicFanGurl101: Hurrah! Update!

And there were others and I'm sorry if I forgot to include you but I accidentally deleted my mail… Sorry again!

Anyways, bye and thanks!