Summer Time Magic

Summer Time Magic*

Summary: Our favorite couples have some summer fun.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh. If I did…*begins to laugh evilly*
Warning: *teh giggle*
Author’s Note:

We’re Out! Part Due

Bakura dried Seto’s hair with a towel, kissing his boyfriend and still feeling excited after the water gun fight. He laughed when Seto’s hands tried to remove his wet boxers.

“Seto, Seto, what are you doing?”

“Taking what’s mine you bastard!” he kissed Bakura and smiled, a bit loopy, his eyes growing red from chlorine.

“Rawr.”

The CEO cracked up then, taking the towel from his boyfriend and drying his hair, grabbing another dry towel to ensure that Bakura’s white locks were perfectly dry. The thief let out a purr then cursed.

“What was that for?”

Bakura laughed softly. “You’re makin’ me feel all…warm and fuzzy. Shit, I’m going soft!”

“You’re turned on by my cold, stoic, Japanese-ness.”

“Damn straight…”

He finished with his lover’s hair and sat on the bed, looking up at him, grabbing his hands gently. “Hey, we’ve got to start packing.”

“What?! I thought you said we could stay!”

Seto shook his head, seeing Bakura tense. “No, I said ‘I wish we could stay longer’. Bakura don’t do this.”

The boy snatched his hands away, looking angry and hurt. “No damn it! We need this! We need this vacation Seto!”

The young CEO stood up. “We can come back! You know that –”

“You bastard! Don’t you get it!? I want to spend time with you! Away from all that business bull shit!”

“Bakura, I run a fucking company that has branches world wide! I can’t just running off into the paradise of summer time!”

“FUCK YOU!” the thief yelled suddenly. “Fuck you Seto Kaiba! Fuck you!”

“You’re being unreasonable.” He responded, the cold mask of businessman back in place.

“So this is it? You bring me out here to pacify me? Fuck me a few times, the pool the beach, cuddle with me a few times to shut me up?”

“Bakura –”

He shook his head and turned away, white hair soft after the towel dry. “Shut up!” he growled. “Don’t you get it?! I don’t want to go home and be your after work fuck! Your stress relief! Nobody uses the Thief King!”

Seto stood. “I am not using you and you should know better than anyone that this means more to me than an after work fuck.”

“Get out.”

“Shut up. I’m paying for this room. Now get started packing –”

“GET OUT!” he roared. He turned to Seto, his eyes flashing the hellish crimson that most people only saw on the first and last trip to the shadow realm. The brunette quickly backed off and left the room.

He raced down stairs and out through the kitchen, Ryou turning on Dartz’s lap to watch him go.

“What was that all –”

“RYOU!” came the enraged bellow.

The hikari raced upstairs, afraid, but more concerned. He entered Seto and Bakura’s lavishly decorated villa room and went over to the yami.

He was tense and his muscles stood out. Bakura was ready to attack and kill something or someone.

“Yami?”

“Get. Over. Here. Now.”

He went over to the white haired spirit and only then did he see what was wrong. Bakura’s eyes immediately stopped flashing and he collapsed into the boy’s arms, sobbing.

Ryou held him, glad he’d locked the door when he came in. He didn’t want anyone to see his yami this way.

****

Yugi sighed and folded some of Marik’s clothes, putting them in the duffel bag neatly while the Egyptian stared intently into a hand held game.

“I thought we were gonna do it…”

“Yeah, well, you shouldn’t have given me this…” he zoned out again and Yugi smiled, feeling domestic.

“I love you Honey!”

“Eh….”

“Sugar Pop!”

“Eh…”

“Luv Rocket!”

Marik started laughing. “Yeah, you like to ride my ‘Luv Rocket’ you kinky hikari.”

“Mmmm, I do.” Yugi finished with Marik’s clothes and crawled on the bed, looking over the yami’s shoulder. “You have to jump…”

Marik did as he was told and Yugi settled behind him, chin on shoulder, arms around waist. That was when Mokuba burst in with a camera.

“SMILE!” he shouted.

Yugi hugged Marik tighter and the blonde looked up dazed as the flash went off.

“Eh?” he blinked and Yugi kissed his temple.

“Don’t worry about it…now unlock that door and get the key…”

“Eh…”

****

“Ow –damn –Oto –MALIK! –OW!”

Malik kept poking Jou as the blond jumped and winced. Apparently he hadn’t put on enough sun tan lotion because at the moment Katsuya Jounouchi was a healthy shade of red. All over his body.

The Egyptian tugged at Jou’s trunks. “Your ass is still lily white. Go figure!”

Otogi smacked Malik upside the head, making the boy laugh. He put some aloe in his hand.

“This might hurt, but you’ll thank me later…” He began to rub it into Jou’s skin and the youth winced.

“Why ain’t Mokuba sun burnt?”

“’Cause I put more on than you stupid!” He took a picture of everyone, Malik monopolizing the boy for more solo shots.

Otogi rubbed it into Jou’s skin and dabbed some on his nose and cheeks. “Rub it in.”

“It hurts…”

“I know white boy. Just do it. I have paler skin than you. Japanese remember?”

“Eh…” Jou did it, watching Seto come back. “’Ey Kaiba! Free feel! Help me put aloe on!”

Seto shook his head, suffering good naturedly when Mokuba took multiple shots of him. Malik jumped on his back and he merely sighed.

“Down Ishtar, bad dog!”

“But I wanna hump your leg!” Malik did it to demonstrate and Seto laughed, Mokuba taking pictures.

He pushed Malik off and sat at the table, sighing. “We leave tonight guys…hope you’re packed…”

Amelda came in from upstairs, smacking Jou on the back. The blond arched in pain, hissing as he relaxed his body them punching the red head in the arm.

“Damn it Amelda! Geez ya tryin’ ta kill me!”

Amelda cursed, rubbing his arm. “Fuck Jou! I got sun burn!”

“Me too you ass!”

Yami wandered in and spotted Amelda. “Help me pack!”

Amelda lowered his head, hiding his eyes, trying to leave, Dartz grabbing his shirt front and pushing him back.

“Amelda…”

“Aw come on D…”

Malik found a seat on Dartz’s lap, purring when a strong arm snaked around his waist. “Just do it Amelda.” He played at Dartz’s bangs, asking him about his conditioner.

Dartz looked in Malik’s face, still holding him. “You know…you remind me of a kitten!”

“Really? I get that sometimes.” He twirled a bit of Dartz’s hair around his finger and relaxed in his lap, waving to his yami as he came in the room. “Yami-chan, do I remind you of a cat?”

“Yeah, Ryou’s psycho cat Akefia!” He looked in the fridge and Yugi waltzed by, smacking his ass.

“Seto!” the yami cried out evenly.

“What?” the CEO said, looking at the digital photos with Mokuba.

Yugi laughed and also sat in Dartz’s lap. “Wow, this is great!”

“Isn’t it? He’s really soft!”

“Ryou never told us this!” Yugi poked Dartz in the cheek, the young investor sweat dropping as the two hikari made themselves at home on him, petting his hair and poking him.

Yami came back down and saw Malik and Yugi, cocking an eyebrow. “Do I want to know?”

Otogi shook his head. “Just go with it.” He went to wash his hands, Jou trying not to move as he was still very red.

Marik sat in a nearby chair, opening a beer and patting his thigh and whistling. “Come ‘ere.”

Yugi and Malik abandoned Dartz for Marik, the yami grinning as Malik gave him a cigarette and Yugi lit it. He took a drag and sighed.

“Damn, I rule.” He squeezed both of their asses and they yelped, Mokuba taking a picture.

Malik patted his yami’s chest and took a drag on his cigarette. “No, I rule. You make Yugi pack your clothes?”

“He tried to do it himself Malik. He was just shoving things in the bag. He was going to put his clothes in there wet.”

“Eh…” Marik rubbed Yugi’s back, kissing him. “You know you love being my pseudo maid.”

“Eh…” Yugi imitated, kissing his forehead. “What are we having for dinner Kaiba?”

“Not sure…”

**

Ryou sat on the floor next to the bed with his yami. They were holding hands and leaning on each other. He’d been listening to Bakura go on and on about Seto for the better part of forty five minutes and couldn’t help but smile, realize how smitten his yami truly was.

“Work, work, work! That’s all that’s important to him! You know, even I took a break from thieving some nights! I came home to be with you all the time, isn’t that right?!”

Ryou nodded. “You did. But Seto’s a real big shot. How do you think he bought that car for you? Or affords the apartment I live in? Come on Yami.”

“It’s so stupid!” He wiped his eyes with the heels of his palms. “I’m stupid for being this way.”

Ryou leaned their foreheads together. “No you aren’t. You love him.”

“I don’t…” the yami whispered, holding Ryou closer.

“And you want him to have tiny thief princes with you!” the hikari gave a giggle and Bakura smiled, closing his eyes.

“I wish I could just…stab him.”

“That didn’t work on me did it?”

Bakura laughed and Ryou ran his thumbs over his yami’s cheeks, feeling happy. “That was so funny on the plane…”

“Yeah…Kaiba got so jealous. He says I show you more affection than anyone else…even if I do cuss at you…”

Ryou nodded, looking into Bakura’s eyes. He rubbed their noses together. “You’ll always be my yami.”

“You’ll always be my hikari…” he gave a soft sniffle, laughing as Ryou wiped away left over tears.

“Damn it you’re being weak!” Ryou smiled, eyes widening as Bakura kissed him. He sighed and kissed him back, chaste affectionate kissed soon evolving into much more.

Bakura chuckled, pulling Ryou to him. “I love you hikari…”

Ryou was blushing, but accepted another kiss anyway. “yami stop, we’ll get in trouble…”

“Shut up, Marik and Malik make out all the time and Yugi just rolls his eyes…” He kissed his hikari again, leaning them back on the floor. Ryou gave a moan as his neck was kissed and suddenly they both knew they’d crossed a line.

“yami…stop…”

They both sat up, Bakura standing and walking a ways away. “You stupid slut. You have a boyfriend.”

Ryou’s face flamed crimson and he stood up as well. “I have to go check on Dartz, we’re not done packing.”

Bakura looked over his shoulder and saw Ryou leaving. He grabbed the hikari back to him and began kissing him again. Ryou told him to stop softly as they backed into a wall and the yami stopped, stepping away again.

Ryou bit his pinkie nail and looked askance at the door. “I have to check on Dartz.”

“you said that already…” Bakura came back, kissing his neck and rubbing their arousals together, Ryou giggling softly and smiling as Bakura forced him against the wall and ground their bodies together.

“Bakura! Yami stop –ahnnnn Yami!”

“Be quiet…I just need a little comfort!”

“you just want to be dirty with me!” the boy hissed, biting his lip as it was getting harder to think clearly.

“You’re not a virgin anymore!”

“So what!” he was panting, trying to get another sentence out when someone banged on the door.

“RYOU! BAKURA! WHAT DO YA’LL WANT FOR DINNER!”

Bakura let Ryou down and the hikari opened the door, smiling at Mokuba. “Can you please decide something? Bakura and Seto had an argument.”

“Huh? Seto seems alright. He’s down stairs having fun with everyone!”

Inside the room, Bakura clenched his fists.

I see how it is. he growled as tears came out of his eyes. Fuck you Seto! I’m not in love with you! I’m not! I don’t want to be with you! I don’t want a fuckin’ island vacation with you! I don’t want to see you again…

But he was losing the battle as Ryou closed the door.

“Yami?” he went over to the thief who fell to his knees and hugged Ryou waist.

“Fuck him, I don’t love him. Why isn’t he upset? He can’t do this to me! I’m the fucking Thief King! Soul Stealer! Tomb Robber!”

Ryou kneeled with him, hugging him. “And you said I was being stupid about Dartz…”

“I’m not gonna be a fuckin’ recluse –”

“Before and after Mokuba’s party…”

“Shut up. I was mad…it’s his fault…” Bakura clung to his other half, feeling put out about everything.

Ryou cupped Bakura’s face, sighing. “What am I going to do with you?”

He swiped at a tear with his thumb and Bakura kissed him, looking pathetic.

“You know I won’t.”

“Ryou…” Bakura gave the yami version of puppy dog eyes and the boy sighed.

“Bakura stop…don’t look that way…”

Bakura kissed him, laying down on the floor. “Stop it Ryou…”

They kissed again, Ryou groaning all the same when his yami began to rub against him. He tried pushing Bakura away, but he got his wrists pinned instead.

“yami…” he whined, squirming.

“hikari…” the other boy breathed, raising his shirt with one hand and licking a nipple. “hikari…” he growled, becoming more aroused.

Ryou bit his lip against a moan as Bakura kept it up. His mind kept rationalizing that he had a boy friend and that Bakura wanted affection, but as he felt himself grow hard and NC-17 images floated into his mind, it didn’t work.

Bakura rocked against him, their shorts providing little protection.

“Yami!” he gasped, arching up. “Stop!” he pleaded.

Bakura kissed him again and continued, Ryou’s body going right along with him, even if his mind was screaming stop.

The heat picked up and Bakura spread Ryou’s legs, wanting to keep it clothed, but couldn’t help himself as he removed the boy’s shirt. He suckled his lights nipple, thinking of Seto and growing angry, listening to Ryou’s moans and growing harder.

He kissed down farther and teased the draw string with his lips, gazing up into Ryou’s face. The boy was flushed, of course, and staring back at him with half lidded eyes.

“No?” he breathed, nuzzling the hardness.

“yes…”

Bakura froze and sat up, staring at his hikari. “What?”

Blushing a deeper crimson, Ryou turned his head to the side.

“yes…” he whispered again, closing his eyes.

“Ryou…don’t say that to me. Say no like you always do.” He grabbed the boy by the shoulders and looked in his eyes. “Ryou…”

Large, doe brown eyes looked at him though snow flakes lashes. “Sometimes…just a few times…when I’m with him…I wish…” he looked away and started to cry. Ryou pushed him away and grabbed his shirt, shoving it back on.

“Ryou! Ryou wait! What are you saying!?”

Before he ran out, he went back to Bakura, kissing him hard, his tongue alive in his mouth, pulling back before the yami could do anything.

“I love him Yami.”

Was all he said before he ran out, leaving Bakura stunned by what he’d heard through the link.

//I love you too Yami.//


Dartz didn’t know what happened, but one minute he was talking with everyone, the next, he was on his back in the bedroom, Ryou growling “fuck me” in his ear.

He didn’t say no and let the snowy haired hikari ride them both to completion, guilt building in his heart as he saw the boy was crying when he came.

“Dearest?” he asked softly, once they were done.

“I love you Dartz…I love you…” was all Ryou would say as he drifted to sleep.

****

At dinner, Bakura glared at Seto and Malik wagged his finger.

“Uh! Puff didn’t treat his lover right!”

Everyone paused and looked at Seto.

“Puff?!” the all asked, incredulously.

Seto ran a hand over his face. He’d thought Bakura was joking about that but apparently he’d leaked it to Malik.

“Look…everyone has nicknames…”

Mokuba was laughing his head off. “Like puff the magic dragon!” he stopped eating so he wouldn’t choke and held his stomach. “That’s so awesome! DO I have a nickname?”

It went around the table.

“Runt.”

“Shrimp.”

“Scamp.”

“Half Pint.”

“Shorty.”

“Mini-me.”

It stopped and Yugi looked at Kaiba. “Seto!”

The elder Kaiba shrugged and ate. “Yami said ‘runt’. Sue me.”

Marik nudged his boyfriend. “What do you call Mokuba?”

Yugi grinned. “Midget!”

SMASH!

“Holy shit Mokuba! That was a glass!”

The boy gave a classic Kaiba laugh and Bakura clapped. “Next time. Aim for Seto!”

“Thief!”

Jou laughed. “Everyone’s got a nickname. Even Bakura.”

“Um, yeah, I’m the Thief King!”

Malik giggled. “You know that’s not true!”

Bakura held his knife in a threatening manner and glowered. “Malik…”

Yugi bounced in his seat. “What is it! What is it!?”

Ryou came down stairs looking sleepy and took a seat. “It’s Yogi. Like Yogi Bear…”

Everyone cracked up and Bakura groaned. Marik and Malik cackled heinously and Yugi giggled inanely.

“What about you Baby?” He kissed Marik’s cheek, smiling.

“I’ll never tell…”

Malik grinned and sipped his drink. “It’s Mr. T.”

Everyone started laughing, even Seto who was still reeling from the Puff jokes. Amelda frowned.

“You mean…that black guy who has all the gold jewelry?”

At this, everyone looked Marik over. He was wearing four rings on one hand, two on the other and had six earring in and an arm band.

Yugi hugged the boy’s arm. “You should see his dresser. Gold everywhere.”

Yami shook his head. “In our time, Marik’s apparel would have been just fine.”

“Thank you Pharaoh…”

“But now you just look ridiculous!” he finished, beginning to laugh again.

Everyone started laughing again and Marik muttered darkly, pushing Yugi off him and eating his food.

Otogi wiped his eyes. “It’s great that you all are such good friends that you can have nicknames like that…”

Malik patted Otogi’s arm. “Shut up you.”

After that, dinner continued in relative quiet until Yugi wondered out loud, “Where’s Dartz?”

“Regaining his strength.” Ryou winked and Yugi giggled.

“Woo Ryou! You’ve had more sex than anyone here!”

The boy blushed, sputtering. Bakura laughed. “I doubt it. I come in a close second!”

“Pah. Third.” Yami crossed his arms. “I’ve had more sex than you here.”

Mokuba covered his ears. “Okay! That’s it! I’m going to pack! Seto! We’re leaving at nine, we’ll be home in the morning!”

Malik giggled. “Poor Mokuba…he’s had to listen to us all weekend.”

Ryou smirked. “No, just Yugi’s ‘MARIK’ that was heard half way round the world.”

Yugi laughed. “What about you and Dartz? It’s like ten to five am in there all you hear is ‘Faster faster! Dearest fuck me!’”

Malik laughed harder. “I heard from Atemu’s room. It was like ‘Damn Baby! I didn’t know you could do that!’”

The Pharaoh blushed and Amelda grinned, crossing his arms.

Seto laughed. “Better than ‘What did you say Slave? Otogi get your hand out of my skirt!’”

Malik grinned. “Otogi likes when I get dressed up…”

“And Malik likes it when I call him…Master.” Otogi struggled with the last part, but was rewarded with a kiss.

As everyone helped clean the kitchen, Dartz wandered down and Ryou hugged him.

“We leave at nine…”

“Mmm…two hours?” Dartz looked at the drying dishes. “I missed dinner…”

Ryou led him away. “But not dessert…”



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*Courtesy of Home Made Kazoku
*^w^ Next Chapter will be end chapter I think…I have to see how “Still” works out….