You Can Do That

You Can Do That

Summary: Night visit; Mecha Ryou?
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: extreme sleepiness!

Be Somewhere*

Marik stared at his bedroom ceiling feeling a little regret at not having gone to visit Yugi today. He figured he’d go tomorrow and turned over. It was already close to eleven and he knew his chibi would be asleep by now.

However, at the thought of Yugi, his body refused to sleep. Instead, it decided to keep Marik’s mind entertained visions of Yugi committing lewd acts specifically for him. He didn’t know why the boy had a problem sucking him off, but they’d get past that in time.

He chuckled darkly to himself as fantasy Yugi stripped down the nothing and crawled towards him, begging to be used.

“Yeah…” the Egyptian breathed, his hand sliding under the covers.

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Yugi bit his lips and cried quietly, reaching for the window latch as Yami pounded on the door. Unfortunately his Grandpa hadn’t come home yet and from the Pharaoh’s tone, he didn’t want to tell the boy goodnight.

“YUGI! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR OR SO HELP ME I WILL BREAK IT DOWN!”

Yugi shook his head, crying and undid the latch, getting off the floor where he’d previously been back peddling to shove the opening open. He nearly slipped to his doom, but quickly regained his footing on the narrow ledge where Marik had taught him to step. He shut the window and slid down the gutter, running away down the ally.

When the hikari decided he was far enough away, he stopped to catch his breath, hiccupping. He wiped his face and tried to get his bearings. Marik’s house couldn’t be that far away, could it?

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// Screams echoed thorough the tiny chamber as Marik laughed, holding the wickedly curved knife up to the fire light. He looked at his victim and smiled at the blood pooling around their feet, which were hanging some distance from the floor.

“Well Pharoah, what do you have to say for yourself?”

There was no answer, only a groan which caused Marik to laugh even more.

“At least,” the Egyptian licked the knife. “It’s nice to know your beauty isn’t only skin deep!”

He gazed at the Pharaoh and smiled at his handy work. Half of the ruler’s body was missing its skin and Marik had carefully through bone and sinew to get to the Pharoah’s heart. He could see it still beating even from where he was standing.

“Since I’m beginning to grow bored, I think I’ll end –” //

Marik was jolted out of his dream by the sound of someone throwing rocks at his window. He frowned and grabbed the knife under his pillow. Who ever it was had better have a good explanation for disturbing his sleep if they expected to live.

The Egyptian yanked the curtains back and opened the window, sticking his head out.

“What is it?!” he barked, eyes gleaming murderously.

“Marik?”

Marik’s whole expression softened when he saw Yugi standing on the side lawn in his pajamas and sneakers crying. He put his knife down and vaulted out of the window, rolling as he hit the ground. He got up and wobbled a bit, deciding while that was fun, he’d never do it again.

Yugi tackled him, crying. “Marik!”

The Egyptian hugged his boyfriend and rubbed his back, wondering what was up. “Yugi, Chibi, it’s like nearly one or something. Why aren’t you asleep…and in normal sneak out of the house clothes?”

The boy looked up at him, violet eyes brimming with tears. “Don’t make me go back! Don’t!”

Marik’s eyes widened. “What did he do to you!?”

“He –he –he hit me and blamed me for keying his car and –and –and -.” Yugi broke down again and cried into the yami’s bare chest. “I didn’t even do anything and he left me there for four hours and then he threatened me and he was yelling at me and saying he was my yami not you and that you’re a low life but I love you and he’s stupid! He locked me in a closet Marik!” Yugi wailed and tried to climb into the boy’s arms.

Marik kissed the top of his head and picked him up, going to the front of the house. He kicked the front door once, having locked himself out.

Ryou answered and let Marik in, rubbing his eyes. “What happened?’

“Go back to bed. Now.”

Ryou nodded and shuffled back upstairs in his own Kuriboh slippers. Marik sat Yugi on the couch and turned on a lamp in far corner, illuminating where they were. He looked in his boyfriend’s face, cupping his cheeks.

“Yugi, calm down Chibi. Okay? Calm down. Now, what happened?”

Yugi took a few deep breaths but just started crying again. Marik sighed and watched him for a few minutes, thinking.

“Hey…do you want some warm…soda?” the yami had never attempted to boil tea in his life and wouldn’t try now.

Yugi nodded but clung to Marik when he tried to leave. The Egyptian rolled his eyes and cursed himself for telling Ryou to go to bed.

“Ryou!” he called. “Bakura? Damn it! Some body!”

Ryou showed up again, this time with a blanket for Yugi. “I’ll make tea...” he murmured, shuffling off yawning.

Marik wrapped the blanket around the boy and hugged him, trying to comfort him. “Just calm down okay?”

Yugi nodded, snuggling into the warmth of both the blanket and his boyfriend.

While Marik waited for the tea, Bakura wandered down, looking pissed. “Where’s Ryou? I ran outta popcorn.” He pointed, indicated a cocooned Yugi. “What’s up?”

“Pharaoh’s lost it. He hit him and locked him in a closet.”

Bakura sat down on the coffee table in front of them. “Damn, why?”

Marik shrugged. “He hasn’t calmed enough to say why.”

Soon enough Ryou brought tea and was quickly monopolized by Bakura, who was jealous he didn’t have anyone one to hold. Ryou was still tired and just sat there on the boy’s lap, dozing.

Yugi sipped his tea and Marik took it for him so he wouldn’t have to hold it.

“Now, explain to the audience what happened.”

The tri color haired boy laughed weakly and nodded. “He threw me in a closet because I couldn’t tell him who keyed his car.”

Bakura made a mental note to go look at the Pharaoh’s car then asked. “And do you know?”

“No. He thinks you guys did it, but I know you didn’t. It looked like it happened yesterday and we were all at Kaiba’s.”

Suddenly Ryou woke up. “Cookies…” He shuffled off to the kitchen and brought back a plate of cookies before settling on Bakura’s lap again and going to sleep.

Everyone looked at each other and decided not to ask. Yugi continued.

“He hit me, really hard…then tonight he was banging on the door and yelling really mad…” He snuggled into Marik. “I don’t ever want to go back. I want him to go away.”

Bakura and Marik smiled. “That can be arranged.” They both said, grinning wider as they realized they were both thinking the same thing.

Ryou shifted and sat up, frowning. “Stop thinking about sex Yami, geez…” He got up and curled next to Marik. “And just beat the Pharaoh up…”

Yugi peeked at Ryou from his blanket cocoon. “He’s right. Stop thinking about sex Bakura. I can see it from here.”

“It’s not my fault! He was moving around!”

Yugi stuck his tongue out and Marik gave him tea. “We should do that Bakura. It’d be great fun.”

They looked at Marik. Bakura shook his head. “It’d be great fun? Have you been reading books again? Don’t make me beat you!”

Marik laughed. “Sorry.” He hugged Yugi and kissed his forehead. “We’ll kick his ass huh? During lunch so everyone can see?”

“Suspended…” Ryou put in, snuggling closer to the warmth.

Bakura nodded. “Bambi’s right.”

Yugi giggled. “Bambi.”

The group sat there in silence for a while before Ryou got up and took the cookies away. Bakura shrugged and yelled after him. “Make me popcorn!”

“Yes Yami…” came the tired voice.

Marik shook his head. “It’s not fair that your hikari can do stuff. All Malik can do is look good.”

Yugi sat up and frowned. “That’s not true. Malik’s in my home economics class. He cooks better than anyone.”

The Egyptian was shocked. “So you mean all this time I coulda been getting maid service too?”

Yugi nodded. “He can sew too.”

An evil glint entered Marik’s eyes. “Wait till I see him next.”

Yugi finished his tea and emerged from the blankets in his pajamas. “Let’s go watch tv in your room Marik.”

“Aw come on! I’ve been watchin’ tv all day!”

Bakura cackled evilly. “There are still slasher flicks on!”

“Oooo!” Yugi exclaimed, dragging Marik after him.

**

Ryou took the popcorn up to Bakura’s room and set a six pack of beer on the nightstand. “Is that all? I’m tired Yami.”

“Eh.” Bakura waved him away and the hikari glomped him, planting a wet kiss on his cheek.

“I love you Yami!”

“Get away from me you psycho!” he pushed the boy away gently and continued to watch tv.

“Say you love me too!”

“I’ll murder you in your sleep. Go away.”

Ryou smiled and kissed his yami’s temple. “I do love you. Goodnight.”

“Eh.”

“Goodniiiight!”

“Ehhhh!”

Ryou giggled and left the room for his own.

**

Yugi jumped around on Marik’s bed until the boy kicked his feet from under him and he crashed down. Marik laughed and fended off the boy’s pillow attacks.

“You’re so bad Marik!”

“Mwa ha ha!” he turned off the tv and hugged the boy to him, kissing him. “You love it!”

They got under the covers and Yugi hugged Marik, feeling content.

“Are you guys really gonna beat up Pharaoh?”

Marik yawned and pulled up the covers around them. “Yeah, we’re probably gonna jump him and have Malik video tape it.”

“Where is Mr. Sunshine?”

“Fucking Otogi…” Marik closed his eyes and drifted off.

Yugi giggled and closed his eyes. “Never saw that one coming…”


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