You Can Do That

You Can Do That

Summary: ONE PUNCH!
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: supaaa panchu!

Dangerous Triangle*

Malik hopped off the school steps and looked around for Otogi. Despite his good grades, the hikari had trouble keeping his mouth shut in class and so, often earned detentions right along with his yamis. Unfortunately for him, Marik and Bakura seemed to be in the clear for once so he’d served alone.

Sucking on a lemon lollipop, the desert blond spotted his lover on his motorcycle, talking heatedly with Honda, who seemed to be upset. Malik took the lollipop out of his mouth and gave a whistle, throwing his jacket over his shoulder, hooking it on two fingers.

Otogi looked his way and smiled, then looked back at Honda. “Look, I told you, it’s over. I know it wasn’t the first time you’d cheated on me when I caught you. I couldn’t take it anymore –”

“Damn it Koi! Just listen!” Honda clenched his fist and bit his lip, fighting tears. “It’ll never happen again, I promise! Please! It was only one time, Jou means nothing to me! I was drunk –”

“YOU WERE FUCKING IN MY BED HONDA! I TRUSTED YOU WITH MY APARTMENT KEY AND YOU TWO WERE FUCKING IN MY BED!”

Honda flinched and looked away. “It was his idea, you don’t understand –”

“I understand that you’re a lying cheating bastard, that’s what I understand –”

“Owie!” Malik covered his ears and smiled at his boyfriend, slinking over to him and sitting on the bike. “Don’t use such rough language G-kun, you’ll hurt my virgin ears!”

Otogi smiled, looking back at the blond. “How was it?”

“Boring! Someone kept throwing paper balls at me, I had to hurt them!” Malik pouted as if he was innocent. “I hurt my knuckles!” He held out his hand and Otogi kissed it, much to his delight.

“So you’re with him over me? Malik!?”

Otogi narrowed his emerald eyes. “Why do you hafta say it like that? What’s wrong with Malik? He hasn’t cheated on me, he hasn’t lied to me.”

Honda smacked his forehead and wiped away the tears that were now drying. “Okay, I get it. I’m jealous Otogi. I’m sorry. Now, stop playing with this whore and let’s go to my place huh? You can punish me all you like.”

Malik stared at Honda, pulling the lollipop from his mouth. “My name is Malik. I’m not a whore.” He calmly stated the last part, trying to make Honda understand how close he was to getting his ass beat.

The brunette ignored the Egyptian and instead, caressed Otogi’s cheek. “Come on baby, you can be on top this time, just like you always wanted.”

Otogi flushed and growled, embarrassed. “Shut the fuck up Honda –”

“Oops! Did I shatter an illusion!” He winked at Malik. “That’s right, I suppose Otogi never told you who was really in charge. But no worries, your kind is always getting fucked anyway –”

With a roar, Malik batted Honda’s hand away from Otogi’s face and hit the brunette with a hard right hook. Honda hit the ground and Malik stood there, panting.

“I am not a whore. And ‘my kind’ are a lot more loyal than yours.”

Otogi reached out and grabbed Malik’s hand. “Come on.” He said softly. “Let’s go.”

Malik rubbed his knuckles and let Otogi pull him back. The Dice king spoke to his back, his forehead pressing into his spine.

“He’s an ass, let’s just go Malik.”

The Egyptian watched Honda sit up and spit blood. He was staring death at Malik, fingers digging into the dust.

Malik got on the bike and stared at the ground. His lollipop was covered in dirt. He looked up at Honda.

“You owe me a lollipop Bitch.”

Otogi laughed and sped off.

****

Ryou watched Yami pace and absently stitched at the stuffed bear project for home economics. He knew he wouldn’t make any mistakes as he’d sown dozens of bears for Bakura seeing as they always seemed to wind up with their limbs ripped off.

“Damn him! Damn him and that bastard! He’s my hikari! No one else’s!”

Ryou shook his head. “You were wrong Yami.”

“What?” the boy stared the Brit down.

Ryou didn’t flinch. “You locked him in a closet. Not even Bakura’s done that to me. You know Yugi has problems with tight paces and darkness.”

Yami growled and made as if to hit Ryou. The white haired hikari merely blinked and when the blow never came, cocked his head in confusion.

“What’s wrong? You can hit me. I always let you hit me.”

Yami bit hi slip and looked away. “Shut the fuck up Ryou. Get out of my room.”

Ryou put aside the bear, it was purple and had a white bow around its neck. He hugged Yami from behind and began to hum softly. When the spirit began to cry, Ryou rounded him and kissed him softly on the lips.

“It’s okay. It’s okay Yami, I told you it was fine. You just have to remember not to hit my face.”

“what the fuck am I doing?” the youth whispered to no one in particular.

The hikari smiled and cupped Yami’s face. “I can make you feel better. Bakura has someone else to do it now. Do you want me to help you feel better again? Like last week?”

The Pharaoh shook his head. “No. I’m just using you, stop it Ryou!”

Ryou got on his knees and began unzipping the youth’s pants. “It’s not a problem. Besides, you always seem happier after I do.”

Yami just leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. After seeing how much Yugi’s anger hurt him some weeks ago, Ryou had offered to ‘relieve’ some of his stress. Initially, he was against it, recognizing it as programming as a result of Bakura’s abuse, but after he’d let the boy do it, he’d wound up abusing the privilege just like Bakura; he’d began taking his anger out on the boy and forcing him to –

The Pharaoh grunted and bucked into Ryou’s mouth, finally receiving release. He panted softly and didn’t resist when Ryou kissed him and nuzzled his neck, seeking more affection.

“Did you like it?” the boy whispered.

“Yes…” Yami refused to look at him refused to feel the guilt he always felt.

“Do you want me now?”

Yami swallowed and tried to push Ryou away to no avail.

“Yami, do you?”

“Stop it Ryou, I’m not going to –I’m not going to have sex with you.”

The boy backed away and stared at the ground, holding his hands to his chest. “I get it…”

“No Ryou come on –”

The doe eyed boy looked up, tears over flowing. “First Yugi, now you. Just tell me, what’s wrong with me? Why don’t you want me? I’ll do anything you want! I just sucked you off and you said you liked it so why don’t you want me?! I can handle it! Is it my hair my eyes what? I’ll fix it I promise!”

Yami reached out and started to hug the boy but stopped and patted his head instead. “Just…go home Ryou. Go home.”

Ryou slapped his hand away and ran out crying, leaving his bear. Yami picked it up and sighed when he read the ribbon. It said “YAMI”.

****

Malik led Otogi into the house behind him, waving to his yami who was holding Yugi down to the couch.

“Marik, can I take Otogi to my room?”

“Whatever!” he sat on Yugi’s legs and the boy laughed.

“Marik! Get off!”

Malik smiled at Otogi and pulled him upstairs, slinging him on the bed when they got inside.

The Dice King laughed and put his hands behind his head. “That was so hot back there when you punched Honda.”

Malik began to get out of his uniform. “Punching people really hurts. It never looks painful when Yami does it. He just knocks people out all the time.” He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed his hair back when his head was free.

Otogi grinned and watched his new lover undress. “You’re like caramel.”

“Carmel.”

He laughed. “Caramel. And I mean it. Like honey or something, you’re so gorgeous.”

The Egyptian shimmied out of his school pants and plopped down next to Otogi in nothing but boxer briefs. He leaned down and cradled the boy’s head with his arm.

“Tell me the truth Otogi…”

“Okay.”

“Am I your rebound?”

“Sorta. I wanted you before but…you seemed really into Bakura and I thought Marik would kill me and…Honda sorta beat you to me.”

“Hm…” Malik leaned down and kissed him, slowly working his tongue inside the boy’s mouth and gently worked his mouth until he had Otogi moaning and trying to pull him down for more.

He pulled back instead and looked down at the raven haired boy. Otogi’s eyes were clouded with lust, his lips flushed from steady contact. Malik swept the boy’s bangs out of his eyes and kissed his forehead.

“Tell me about Honda and Otogi.” He whispered, moving over the boy. Otogi immediately gripped his ass and began grinding into the boy. Malik sat up and pinned Otogi’s arms.

“Later. Tell me what I want.”

“You want me to fuck you?”

Malik laughed. “Just tell me about you and Honda.”

“Ack…fine.” He heaved a sigh. “You really know how to kill the mood.

“I know.” Malik grinned like a cat with a mouse and leaned in. “Once upon a time…”

Otogi sighed. “Once upon a time…”

**

Downstairs, Ryou came in crying. He slammed the door and slid down against it, sobbing into his hands.

Inside the living room, Marik was trying to get Yugi’s pants off but stopped as he heard Ryou’s crying.

RA DAMN FUCK SHIT HELL DAMN! He sat up and looked down at Yugi whose face was already a mask of concern.

“Yugi, don’t. He cries all the time!”

The boy started to get up and Marik cursed, sure he wouldn’t be getting sex anytime soon. Yugi left the living room and sat on the low foyer step.

“Ryou?”

“He doesn’t like me either!” He cried into his hands. “I tried everything and he still doesn’t like me!”

“Ew, who Yami? You slept with Yami?!”

Ryou stopped suddenly, looking Yugi in the face. “Should I have? Would he like me then?”

“Um, no.” Yugi looked around, getting uncomfortable. “Um…maybe you should talk to Bakura about this one –”

“No! You’re my friend right Yugi?”

The spike haired teen was about to say no when he saw the desperate look in Ryou’s eyes. Had the boy forgotten everything that had happened? Yugi sighed and nodded. No one deserved to be rejected.

“Yeah Ryou, I’m your friend.”

The doe eyed hikari crawled towards him, leaning his head against Yugi’s blue jacketed chest. “Can you get Yami to like me?”

Yugi looked back at Mark who was watching tv, his fly open. It looked like he’d be getting no help from there. Ryou was sniffling into his chest and Yugi stared at the door at a loss. He patted Ryou’s back.

“There there…there…there.”


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*Courtesy of Kimagure Orange Road
*God Ryou, maybe you should wear a shirt that says "this milk is for free"