You Can Do That

You Can Do That

Summary: awww…WTF IS WRONG WIT PHARAOH?!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh…If I did, Anzu would have never existed and it’d be so smutty and innuendo filled it wouldn’t even be fit for European television.
Warnings: yugi abuse!

Lover Knight Man*

Yugi came home with a smile on his face, dueling Kaiba all after noon had proven to be interesting. The two of them had decided to discard both of their decks in lieu of all new cards. The outcome had been a very long match that Kaiba had actually wound up winning.

He went inside the game shop and smiled at Yami who looked more than disgruntled.

“Hi Yami –”

“What the fuck did you do to my car you little imp?”

Yugi blinked and looked around. “I know you’re not talking to me, because my name is Yugi and no one talks to me like that. Now, let’s try this again. Hi Yami.”

Yami came from behind the counter and grabbed Yugi by the shirt. “I am getting real sick of you and your lowlife friends thinking all the fucked up shit you do is funny!” He dragged Yugi outside and nearly threw him into the side of the car.

“Now what the fuck is that Yugi! Answer me!”

Yugi swallowed and looked back at Yami. “Yami I –”

“ANSWER ME!”

Yugi jumped, turning away from his yami. “I dunno, I don’t know! I didn’t do it!” He looked at the car and noticed the obscenities and references there. Someone had taken a long time to do this. The scratches were deep and looked permanent.

“THEN WHO DID?!”

Tears came into the boy’s eyes and spun around. “Damn it Yami I don’t know! –ow!”

Yami back handed the boy and grabbed him again. “You’re going to tell me who did this!”

Yugi just started crying. “I didn’t do this! Stop it!” he pushed weakly at his yami, confused and scared. “Why are you doing this, I didn’t do it! We were just joking yesterday we didn’t tell Otogi to say that to you!”

“I don’t give a fuck, you’re learning a lesson today!” he dragged the boy back inside, kicking and screaming.

“YAMI LET GO LET ME GO!”

“Sugoroku won’t be back for a while, he drove to a convention outside of town!” He went over to a narrow broom closet and cleared it out swiftly with one hand.
“We used to confine people in tiny dungeons when I was Pharaoh, solitary confinement always made people behave.”

He shoved Yugi inside and slammed the door, locking it from the outside. “Now, when you’re ready to fess up, let me know.”

He walked away, ignoring Yugi’s screams.

The shorter boy sat inside the closet, pounding and clawing at the door. What the fuck was wrong with Yami. He hadn’t done those things. He could’ve even checked his memories to make sure.

He began to cry and beat at the door. “LET ME OUT! YAMIIII!”

****

Ryou and Malik were curled up on the other side of Bakura’s bed, sleeping away like happy puppies. The two hikari’s had passed out sometime through the third slasher flick, unable to take the gore and violence and finally off their sugar high.

Marik however was still sitting with Bakura, the white haired yami’s arms around him while they watched another hapless teen get hacked.

“This is so stupid…” the Egyptian muttered, not wanting to move. “Change the channel.”

“Shhh, I didn’t steal these movie channels so you could get bored. One more death, I promise.”

Marik sighed and sat up a little, leaning his head on Bakura’s shoulder, his face in the boy’s neck. “Boring.”

Bakura laughed as someone’s arm was cut off and changed the channel. “What do you wanna watch?”

“I dunno. I’m tired.”

“Go to sleep.” All though he wasn’t well yet by any means, the yami’s fever seemed to have taken a break and the thief had more energy than ever right now. “And don’t go to sleep on me. I still have to be able to go to the bathroom and shit.”

“Fuck you…” the blond murmured, already dozing off.

awww shit! Why does this always happen. If you’d got a fuckin’ twin instead of a king sized bed, this wouldn’t be happening right now. Bakura sighed and put on some cartoons, realizing he was going to be here for a while.


Sometime later, Ryou woke up and gently pulled himself out of Malik’s arms, knowing the boy could get violent if he was woken suddenly or without cause. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock. It was nearly six o clock. Time for dinner.

He looked over at his yami and smiled. Bakura and Marik were both asleep, the thief holding the Egyptian, their chins on each other’s shoulders.

Kawaii desu ne! he squeaked in his mind, going for the camera. He took a few pictures then left the room to get dinner started.

Somewhere between the mashed potatoes and carrots, the door bell rang, causing Ryou to leave his task. He opened the door and saw Otogi there, grinning nervously.

“um…hey…Ryou.”

“Hi Otogi-kun! I’m making dinner!”

“Oh shit, was I disturbing you guys? I can come back later you know –”

Ryou shook his head, his classic kindly smile hovering over his lips. “Don’t worry about it. We’re glad to share.”

He let Otogi in and the boy stood in the foyer, rubbing the back of his head. Ryou smiled and showed Otogi into the kitchen.

“Sit down. I’m making Roast beef, mashed potatoes, carrots, and Caesar salad wraps for Malik. Are you going any where special?”

“Me?” Otogi grinned and shook his head, looking down. “Nah…”

“You’re wearing a button down shirt.” Ryou smiled as the boy blushed. “Even if it is sleeveless, you’re trying to impress someone!”

Otogi laughed again. The boy was wearing a black sleeveless button down with a red tie, decorated with safety pins. Suspenders hung slack from his black zipper covered pants and he was wearing new boots.

“Nah.” Otogi blushed again and looked at Ryou. “Say…is Malik around?”

Ryou nodded. “Sleeping. They’re all in Bakura’s room sleeping. He’s sick so we all skipped school.”

“I noticed.” The Dice King ran his fingers through his bangs. He had his hair in a more relaxed ponytail after Malik told him last night how hot he looked his hair down. “So um, when do you think he’ll be up?”

The hikari shrugged and went to check on the carrots. “As soon as I say the food’s done, they’ll all come running. If there’s on thing they all have in common, it’s their stomachs. They never miss a meal.”

Otogi was puzzled. “Really?”

Ryou nodded. “Once, I was just mentioning, um…I mentioned the word and they all showed up collectively from around the house. It was strange considering Malik was in the shower, Bakura was blasting his music and Marik was working on his bike.”

“Wow!”

“And it wasn’t even near dinner time yet!”

“Wow –”

Suddenly, noise was heard from upstairs and Ryou sighed, shaking his head in his hands. “I knew I shouldn’t have said it…”

In a matter of moments, Marik, Malik and Bakura all came downstairs, the later in his XO boxers. They all greeted Otogi and sat at the table, expecting to bed fed.

Ryou got down plates and set them up, apologizing. “I’m sorry you guys, but it isn’t done yet.”

Marik frowned. “Then what the fuck did you call us for?!”

“I didn’t Marik I –”

“You’re so mean Ryou!” Malik rubbed his stomach. “I’m hungry!”

Ryou sighed and turned to Otogi. “Would you like to stay for dinner?”

“If it’s cool with you guys –”

Bakura grunted, scooting himself closer to the table. “Shut your mouth you whore and come sit down!”

Otogi went over and ruffled Bakura’s hair. “Some one’s still cranky from their nap!”

They all laughed and Marik threw a napkin at Ryou. “Food!”

****

Yami approached the closet and pressed his ear to it. Yugi had been inside for about four hours. He hoped the boy was alright, but he really did want to know who scratched up his car.

When he didn’t hear anything he swung the door open only to see that Yugi was asleep, huddled in a corner.

“Yugi?” he went over and picked the boy up. “Yugi, wake up.”

The boy rubbed his eyes and blinked them before he realized who was carrying him. He screamed and fell out of Yami’s arms, running away upstairs. Yami followed him.

Yugi tried desperately to close his room door, but was too flustered to put much strength into closing the door. Yami pushed it open and Yugi started crying again.

“I didn’t scratch up your stupid car I didn’t do it! I’m telling Grandpa what you did get out of my room!”

Yami grabbed Yugi by the arm and smirked. “You know, some how I really don’t think so.” He looked Yugi right in the eyes. “You even breathe a word of this to anyone and you might have an accident. Understand?”

“Why are you doing this?” the boy whimpered.

“Because you seem to think you can just walk all over me now that you’ve got your little slave boyfriend. That’s not how it works!” He shook Yugi, hard. “I’m your yami, understand?”

Yugi just cried and Yami pushed him to the floor and walked out. The boy locked his door and curled up in bed, afraid.

****

Marik and Bakura disappeared upstairs after dinner while Ryou did the dishes. Malik sat outside on the porch with Otogi, wiggling his toed on the rain damp concrete. The Dice King watched Malik.

The boy’s face was upturned to the sky, his lavender eyes closed. He was in a grey hoodie and some black cut offs, his feet stretched out on the steps below. Otogi blushed and looked away, nervously redoing his ponytail to its usual height.

He cleared his throat and spoke. “Hey, Malik?”

“Yes?” the boy chirped, eyes still closed.

“About last night, um, last night –”

Malik giggled. “Yami’s gonna be so pissed don’t ya think?” He righted himself and blew his bangs out of his face, drawing his knees up to his chest and laying his cheek on them, looking at the boy. He noticed Otogi blushing and leaned slightly, to bump him with his shoulder.

“It’s okay. It felt really good.”

“Yeah…” Otogi turned crimson. “It’s not that…Malik I like you.”

The boy grinned. “Everyone likes me. Who can resist pure sunshine?”

Otogi laughed and gazed at the Egyptian. “I mean it. I like you. Since last night, more since last night. Since school…even before that. Just…I like you more now.”

“Because we fucked?” the bronze boy seemed generally unconcerned.

“No…I dunno…yeah maybe.” Otogi stopped and looked at his boots. “I like the way you feel next to me you know?”

Malik scooted over, grinning outrageously. “Yeah?”

Otogi laughed and put his arm around Malik. “Yeah…”

They sat there awhile and Malik sighed. “This is boring.”

Otogi cracked up and kissed the boy. “Let’s go inside then. Up to your room.”

“We’d better not.” He took the boy’s arm from around him as well. “You’d better talk to Marik too. You seem to be making some sort of declaration here so, better to be safe than dead.”

Malik got up and went to the door. “Follow me Dice boy.”

They went inside and up to Bakura’s room. The two boys were playing video games lying on their bellies and looked up when the other two came in.

Malik pounced on Marik’s back, riding him like a horse. The yami submitted to the behavior for about a second before he threw Malik off onto the floor, causing them all to laugh. Malik got back up and pulled Marik’s hair.

“Otogi says he likes me. Deal with it!”

Bakura snorted. “Otogi, are you ready to deal with costs associated with Malik?”

“Um…”

Marik grinned. “Good luck buddy!” He swatted the hikari’s hands from his spikey hair and continued to play. Malik shrugged.

“Okay, if you’re sure Yami-chan!” He glomped Otogi. “Hee!”

Otogi sweat dropped but let Malik lead him from the room followed by Marik and Bakura’s laughter.

****
*Courtesy of SoulHead
*DIE YAMI!!!!!!!
*-ahem- I promise lemon soon.