You Can Do That

You Can Do That

Summary: Whoa, awww, ha ha ha! Woo!
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: cute…hints at violence

Yours Only*

Monday rolled around and Yugi felt fear coiling in the pit of his stomach. He knew he’d see Yami at school and he didn’t know what he’d do if Marik weren’t there to protect him. He took his history book from his locker and closed it, feeling even shorter in one of Marik’s extras.

He sighed and closed his eyes, hoping to clear his mind.

“Yugi.”

The boy looked up and smiled into ice blue eyes. “Hi Seto. Thanks for Friday. We really had fun.”

The CEO nodded and adjusted his book pack. “Is it alright if I sit with you today at lunch?”

Yugi blinked. “Oh course Seto, but why? I thought you generally hated the cafeteria…and us?”

Seto gripped his pack and set his jaw. “Can I sit with you or not?”

“You can.” Yugi looked at his watch. “I have to go. See you at lunch Seto.” Yugi shuffled away, thinking ahead.

****

Bakura and Marik pointed to the tri-fold bored and read off their cards. It had been Ryou’s stupid idea to make the presentation so elaborate and from the look in the teacher’s eyes, it was paying off.

“SO! In conclusion…” Marik frowned and went through his cards. “Baka! There isn’t a conclusion!”

Bakura looked through his and grinned at the teacher. “Yeah so in conclusion…you’re lucky we did this or even showed up to school so give us a good grade!”

The class laughed and the teacher even smiled. “You’re right Bakura-san, you two will get a good grade. I’m really glad you two have turned it around. From what I’d heard, you guys were delinquents, not the A students you are.”

The boy’s smirked at each other and sat down on either side of Yugi. Their previous teacher had been fired for having an affair with the principal and trying to get involved in a student’s “personal” business. It was a chance for Bakura and Marik to make a new impression, sort of.

Chalk hit Bakura upside his head and the boy growled, sitting up.

“Just because I like you boys doesn’t mean you can sleep! Page 302 everyone…”

Yugi giggled and opened his book. “Teacher’s pet.”

“Shut up!” the yami hissed. “He likes Marik too!”

Marik opened his book and opened a manga inside. “That’s because he used to be a delinquent too…”

**

Malik sat on Otogi’s desk before second period started, smiling down at the boy and laughing at his jokes. He stopped to check his compact, not bothering to notice Honda and Jou filing into the room. Honda stopped beside the desk, looking agitated.

“Otogi, can we talk later?”

The green eyed teen stared ahead of him, staring at the way Malik’s uniform shirt stretched over his toned body. “I have nothing to say to you.”

Honda growled and took a deep breath. “Please Otogi, I really want to talk.”

Malik yelped as his legs were forced out of the way for Jou to get by. “Damn it Blondie, watch it!”

“Shut it desert rat!”

“Half breed!”

The two glared at each other, eyes smoldering. Jou jumped at Malik suddenly and the boy flinched.

“That’s what I thought.” Jou bullied his way down the rest of the isle to the back and sat down, still staring daggers at Malik who slipped off the desk and sat next to Otogi.

“I hate him he’s so awful to me.”

Otogi gave a sympathetic smile. “Tell Marik.”

“No.” Malik put his head down and smacked his fresh lip gloss. “I need to…take care of it on my own.”

“That was taking care of it.”

“I tried okay?” the blond huffed and turned his face away. “No kisses for you!”

“Aw…” Otogi poked Malik’s side and upon hearing a giggle knew he wasn’t in too much trouble. “I’ll see you at lunch alright?”

Malik turned back. “Skippin’ class?”

“No, you know I have Calculus and English after this.”

“Boo!”

“Easy for me!” Otogi opened his science book as the teacher came in.

“I just learned Japanese. No way I’m learning that shit.” The truth was, Malik had flying colors in every class. It was all apart of the hikari code to your best and shine the brightest. He opened his book as well. “Study for the cell quiz?”

“Eh?”

“It’s going to be like a mini-pop final Gi-chan.”

Otogi was stunned. “When did you study!?”

Malik grinned, his pearly white blazing. “After we did it!”

****

Yugi snuggled next to Marik at the lunch table, happy to see his boy friend after only being separated for one class period. However, he also had another reason, he was afraid of Yami finding him alone.

Marik bit into his sandwich and spit it out. “What the fuck!”

Bakura sighed. “Just eat it. Ryou switched to some…health shit ‘cause I got sick. He makes the groceries you know.” The yami bit into his rye bread soy cheese organically grown veggie and bean sprout sandwich trying not to make any faces. It was bad enough he’d gotten a hand written note complete with hearts and stickers, he wasn’t about to let this get to him.

“I should’ve never stabbed Ryou. He’s fuckin’ lost his mind.”

“Who?” Malik chirped, popping up seemingly out of nowhere. He plopped down across from his yami and beckoned Otogi over. “Marik, can Otogi sit with us?”

“Whatever.” He saw Otogi come and sit down and nodded his acknowledgment.

Malik opened his lunch and saw a hand written note. “Yay! I got a note!”

Bakura shook his head and muttered. “Fuckin’ hikaris…”

“Hey!” Yugi waxed offended. “I’m not like that!”

Marik shrugged and continued to eat his healthy sandwich. Malik was thrilled however.

“This is so great! Ryou’s the best!”

When the yami’s gave him sinister looks he shut up, pouting.

A shadow soon over shadowed the table and Otogi nearly choked on his sub. “S-seto?!”

“If it isn’t the ‘Dice King.” The tall brunette sat down next to Yugi. “That ass of a shop teacher tried to tell me off about missing his precious class.”

Yugi suppressed a laugh. He had that class with Seto and knew the CEO wasn’t worth a damn when it came to wood work.

“What’d you tell him?” the boy’s eyes glittered.

“That I could buy and sell him like a cheap whore and that no one gives me a bad grade.” Seto opened a Japanese style black lacquered bento box with fans on it and several people were awed. It was two layered and held a hearty meal of shrimp and vegetable tempura, rice, three sushi rolls, and tiny nikuman hidden in the bottom.

Yugi whimpered, staring at the bag lunch Ryou had packed him as well. Seto looked down at Yugi then scooted away, slightly horrified as Yugi was using his special attack: Stare of the Hungry Puppy Dog.

Malik was using it as well and Otogi was giving it his best effort. Seto scowled and took out his chopsticks. “I have to eat too!”

He then began to eat his meal , trying to scoot away from Yugi the whole time. As he came to the end of the bench, Seto laughed around the rice in his mouth and got up, going to the other side and sitting next to Bakura who was dutifully eating an apple, looking bored.

That was when he saw Marik’s face. While the yami thought it beneath him to beg for someone else’s food, it didn’t stop him from continuously stealing glances at the boy’s lunch. The Egyptian had a soft spot for authentic Japanese food since they usually ate Western at home.

Seto took out one of his mini nikuman and gave it to Bakura who was now sipping apple juice with a sour look on his face.

“Bakura, since you’re actually behaving today, you can have this.”

Everyone else groaned and Seto laughed evilly. His secret motive in giving the boy the meat filled bun was to somehow apologize how Friday, whatever he had done.

The thief shunned the bun and crumpled his brown bag, slamming his fist into it over and over. “I don’t want your god damned piece offering you stupid whore!” He got up then and stormed away.

Seto stared down at his food, the only sign he’d been hurt by the rejection was a twitch of his eyebrow. He continued to eat his food, leaving the lone nikuman up for grabs.

Malik and Marik both went for it, slapping each others hands repeatedly before Yugi pounced, shoving it in his mouth. Otogi laughed, clapping and Marik swore.

“Damn! All you ever do is eat!”

“And he’s not even growing!” Malik twirled a bit of gold about his fingers, sighing. He looked around, turning behind him to see who was there. He nudged Otogi suddenly, his bronze skin paling. “It’s Yami…”

Yugi saw him and grabbed Marik’s hand as the yami came right for them.

The Pharaoh crossed his arms and stood before the table like he was the lord and master of them all.

“Never thought I’d see you with these people Kaiba.”

“Where’s the rest of the broom Pharaoh? Because clearly the handle is up your –”

Marik’s rising from the table stopped him and the Egyptian faced the yami, toe to toe. “You wanna explain why my boyfriend came running to my house from his own at one in the morning?”

“It’s none of your concern Tomb Keeper. I need to talk to Yugi. Alone.”

Yugi cringed and looked away, shrinking into himself. Malik saw this and got up to go sit beside the boy, hugging his shoulders and scowling at Yami.

“Sorry Pharaoh, but it seems Malik’s found a new playmate. Another time.”

Yami pointed at Yugi. “You’re gonna tell me who scratched up my car you fuck!” He lunged and Yugi cried out, hiding his face in Malik’s chest. Marik forced him back and Seto and Otogi got up from the table, abandoning their lunches.

Otogi sneered. “He didn’t scratch up your car. I did.”

Yami was stunned. “What?!”

“You can’t go around treating people the way you do Yami, you can’t hit my boyfriend and get away with it!”

“What? What boyfriend!”

Malik raised his chin, proud to have been named.

“You mean that Egyptian whore?” Yami laughed. “You’re claiming that as yours?! That’d be like me sleeping with a rat –”

“I’ll bet you have slept with rats!” Yugi spat. He immediately clamped his mouth shut, afraid.

The look Yami gave his hikari could have melted steel. Marik stepped in front of his. “You wanna try me? You ain’t Pharaoh no more.”

Yami snorted. “You’re off the hook for now Yugi.” He dismissed Marik with a wave of his hand. “Another time, Slave.”

Marik started to lunge, but Seto and Otogi stopped him. “Let him go…” Otogi whispered. “He’ll get his.”

They saw him meet up with Honda, Jou and Anzu.

“Yeah…” Marik relaxed and sat back down, staring daggers that way. “They all will.”

****

Seto began to leave for the school’s front yard when he was confronted by a smiling Ryou. The hikari had his books clasped to his chest and not a hair was out of place. He looked so perfect it was terrifiying.

He smiled wider and approached Seto. “Hi Seto!”

“Ryou.” Seto looked past the boy. He had somewhere to be.

Ryou giggled and shook his head, coming around to link his arm with Seto’s. The brunette looked down confused.

“I saw you!” the boy sang.

“Huh?”

Ryou’s grip tightened and his voice hardened. “I saw you looking at my yami. I saw you looking at him. Not passing him over like everyone else.”

Seto tried to disentangle himself and as people came by, Ryou laughed loudly. “Oh Seto! Stop! Never in your car!”

The girls giggled and kept on. Ryou pulled Seto around the corner suddenly and shoved his books into Seto’s arms, knocking the wind out of the boy.

“You hurt him and I’ll gut you!” the boy growled, staring point blank into ice blue eyes. “He sheds a tear and I’ll spill your blood all over whatever suit you’re wearing when I find you. He’s my yami, I love him the most!”

The doe eyed boy took his books back and giggled, smoothing Seto’s uniform jacket. “But I suppose I can share if he really likes you. Ta!”

Ryou skipped off and Seto exhaled.

Shit, how’d he know what I was going to do? the CEO shook his head and strengthened his resolve, heading out into the afternoon sun.

Classically, he waited by a tree and when people asked, he said his driver was picking up his brother and was late. He waited for sometime until the sun began to bleed into the horizon. That’s when he came out.

Swaggering arrogantly through the school yard, Bakura was the picture of high school fantasy, tossing his wild white hair and carelessly tucking it behind a ear, he grinned devilishly and exuded presence.

Seto stepped away from the tree and made himself known. “Bakura.”

The thief stopped and scowled. “What the fuck do you want bitch?”

Inwardly, the CEO smiled. Nothing fazed him. That’s why he’d grown more and more infatuated with the boy. Having sex had only driven him further into the madness of passion.

He stepped close to Bakura and stared into his eyes. The thief didn’t even flinch, didn’t blush as with previous encounters. He merely stared back, frown deepening.

“I said, ‘What the fuck do you want?’ Bitch.”

Seto made as if to caress his face, but just then a group of stragglers came by. Seto scowled as they passed, unconsciously grabbing the thief’s wrist and pulling him close in an act of possession.

“Stop growling.” Bakura muttered. “You’re acting like a dog in heat.”

The CEO looked down. “Huh?”

Bakura snatched his wrist away, trying to stop his smile. “Stop .”

“M-my limo –”

“Yeah.” Was the yami’s hurried reply and the two of them walked off, Seto in the lead.

When they made it inside, Seto tossed his pack to the other side of the limo and instructed his driver to take the long way home. He undid the high collar of his uniform and sighed, sneaking a glance at Bakura who seemed nervous.

“I, uh, -where were you Saturday. I looked for you at school.”

“I had a fever. Ask Ryou.”

Seto raised his eyebrow. “I think not…he just threatened me in the hall.”

Bakura laughed. “Yeah, he’s a bit off his rocker.”

“That’s an understatement.”

They sat there for awhile as the car moved along until Seto sneaked another glance at Bakura. The thief turned crimson and looked away. The CEO grinned and rubbed the back of his head boyishly.

“Look, do you want to go out –”

Before he could finish, Bakura was on him, kissing him and trying to get the brunette to take off his shirt. Seto pulled back for air and gazed at Bakura deliriously.

“I guess –I guess you aren’t mad about Friday?”

Bakura nodded and kissed the CEO again, crawling in his lap and wrapping his arms around his neck. “They wouldn’t leave me alone…” he breathed in the boy’s ear. “I just kept thinking about you and thinking about you and how you just fit me so fucking well and I wanted to fuckin –it’s kinda hard to jack off when your hikari keeps popping in on you every five seconds to check on you.”

Seto began to devour Bakura’s neck, growing more and more aroused as the boy panted and let out slips of laughter. He’d never thought he’d be hearing giggles out of the thief and honestly, it turned him on even more.

The brunette essentially tried to claw Bakura’s shirt away, trying to get to more of his soft, pale flesh. Bakura moaned and tilted his head back.

“What’s gonna happen when we get to your house?”

“I’m gonna fuck you into my bed…” Seto moved Bakura up and down on his clothed erection. “I’d do it right here, but –”

Bakura grinned wickedly and began unbuttoning his pants. “Let’s do it –”

Seto laughed, kissing the boy’s mouth. “Wait till we get home…”

The white haired yami laughed into the boy’s shoulder and slipped out of his embrace, collapsing beside him with his fly open. “You’re so lame…”

Seto ran his hand up and down Bakura’s crotch, nuzzling his neck. “Whatever my Rose…”

Bakura reddened. “Don’t call me that crap.”

The brunette gently bit into Bakura’s neck and sucked, causing the boy to moan as the added friction to his nether region caused him to buck into Seto’s hand. The CEO pulled back with a wet pop and licked the area.

“That’ll look hot tomorrow.”

Bakura covered it with his palm. “You’re like a fuckin’ dog. Gonna make me get a KC tattoo?”

“Oh yeah…” he breathed into the thief’s ear. “Right on your lily white ass.”

Bakura laughed and climbed back into the brunette’s lap.


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*Courtesy of m-flo
*Go Ryou! Be psycho! Whoa Jou, he’s a real bully! What happened between Honda and Otogi? Hmmm
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