You Can Do That

You Can Do That

Summary: read and find out
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: Yami pervertedness

Miss You*

Otogi cried into his fists as Malik rubbed his back. The Egyptian was doing his best, but it seemed at this point the Dice king was inconsolable.

“Gi-kun? Baby, it’ll be okay. He can’t hurt you anymore.”

Otogi shook his head and cried into Malik’s chest. “You don’t know what it was like! Everyday –”

“Shhh…” Malik held him. “Don’t worry about it. He comes near you again, I’ll gut him.”

“No…” Otogi looked Malik in the eyes and blushed. It suddenly occurred to him how so very masculine the bronze boy was. He swallowed. “No more violence please.”

Malik kissed him, pulling him closer. “It’ll be okay Otogi.”

The pale skinned teen nodded and leaned into another kiss, feeling his desire rise. Malik laid him back on the bed and looked down into his eyes. “Is this okay?” He whispered.

Otogi turned crimson and nodded. “Yeah…yeah.”

Malik grinned. “We don’t have to Baby.” He said, purring every syllable into Otogi’s ear.

Unbidden he spread his legs, allowing Malik to push against him, grunting. He wrapped his arms around the youth and ran his hands down his back, noticing for the first time how muscular it was.

Just like Honda took me - He stiffened then, remembering the pain and how Honda always told him what a good whore he was afterwards.

Malik sat up right away. “Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”

Otogi looked away, starting to cry again. “Just…let’s wait kay? I can’t right now.”

The Egyptian nodded and laid beside him, snuggling in close. “It’s okay Gi-kin. You can be on top all you want.”

Otogi cried and nodded, letting Malik hold him to his chest.

****

Marik pinned Bakura to the bed, grinding him hard and running his tongue in his mouth. They’d been about to go out for the night when Bakura had told him to screw the plans and just screw him.

Bakura gave a groan and arched up into Marik’s body, kissing him back. He sighed as Marik kissed down his neck, entwining their fingers.

The white haired thief closed his eyes and leaned his head back, images of Seto Kaiba flashing in his mind. Suddenly, he didn’t want to do this.

As Marik unbuttoned his pants, he stopped his friend, shaking his head.

“Bakura?”

“I…look Marik…”

The Egyptian sat back on his knees, fly open. Bakura noticed he wasn’t even hard. Running his hands through his blond spikes, he shook his head. “I can’t either. This was stupid wasn’t it?”

“Yeah. Not that, you know, making out with you isn’t awesome –”

“You too! It’s just –”

“yeah.”

They looked away from each other, laughing nervously. Marik sat beside Bakura, putting his arm around the other yami. “This sucks, Yugi’s pissed at me. You don’t think he’s doin’ Kaiba right now do you?”

“I doubt it.” Bakura looked down at his feet, wiggling them. “Marik, I gotta tell you something.”

“If you say ‘I fucked Yugi’ I will gut your ass right here.”

Bakura laughed. “Nah…I uh…I fucked Kaiba. More than once. More than ten times. In the last four days. I think we have a thing. He thinks we have a thing. I dunno.”

Marik pulled Bakura closer to him, putting him in a gentle head lock. “And your secret plan is to rob him once he thinks it’s safe to trust you?”

“no…” he whispered. “I don’t think so.”

The Egyptian raised his eyebrows. “Are you tellin’ me what I think you’re tellin’ me?”

“You don’t understand. It’s just, when he looks at me –look when we make out it’s like –when we fuck it’s not fucking it’s –aw, you don’t get it!” Bakura got out from under his friend’s arm and turned away. “I knew you wouldn’t.”

“You’re falling for the jackass of the century. I get it. I understand perfectly.” Marik grabbed Bakura from behind and nibbled his ear. “So, how big is his dick?”

“How big is Yugi’s?” the thief shot back, letting himself be kissed.

Marik laughed and got off the bed, pulling Bakura up to him. “I suppose, in a more perfect world, it’d be me and you and him and Yugi?”

“This isn’t one of those shonen fan fictions. Get your hand outta my pants!”

Marik laughed. “We should totally fuck anyway. I keep thinkin’ about Yugi. It’s making me hard.”

“Like I don’t know that you horny bastard.” He pushed Marik away, laughing. “Go find him then. I’m gonna stay here, watch some tv.”

“You mean think about Kaiba and jack off?”

A pillow hit the Egyptian in the face and he left, still laughing.


Marik got on his bike and headed for the Kame game shop. He really hoped Yugi hadn’t been serious about sitting on Pharaoh’s lap because if he was he’d have to cut the bastard’s dick off.

****

Yugi got out of the Kaiba Corp. limo and entered the game shop. It was around eight and his Yami was closing up as apart of his punishment. The hikari smiled at the spirit, poking the Slifer snake plushies that hung on a wire from the ceiling.

“Hi Yami!”

The Pharaoh smiled. “Hi Yugi. I see you actually made it home before ten tonight.”

Yugi smiled and started to go past the counter when he was gathered into a hug. He giggled when he heard Yami purring.

“Geez Atemu! I’m happy to see you too!” He patted the boy’s hands and escaped. “I’ll be up in my room! Call me for dinner.”

“Aibou, why don’t you come down and watch a movie with me?”

Yugi smiled. “Okay.” The boy disappeared upstairs to change. When he came down again, Yami had closed the shop and was microwaving popcorn.

“What movie did you get?”

“A movie about Egypt. The Mummy.”

Yugi laughed. “You’re so full of yourself. I suppose you also rented Stargate?”

Yami blinked. “How’d you know? Jou told me they had references in there to Egypt as well so I had to see what it was about.”

The spike haired teen plopped down on the couch and grabbed the remote. “Whatever Atemu.”

Yami soon joined him, sliding Yugi onto his lap. “Press play. Let’s watch.”

Yugi grabbed the popcorn and got off the boy’s lap. “Go turn off the light Mighty Pharaoh and I’ll consider you request!”

The yami laughed and did as he was told, grateful he’d have the opportunity to cuddle the boy all night.

****

Marik leaned over trying to get a better view. Of all the places to have a six car pile up, there had to be one here. If even wanted to get near Yugi’s house he’d have to take all sorts of back roads and alleys and that could take all night!

He knew he should have just driven on the sidewalk like he’d wanted to.

Shit! Damn damn damn!

He checked his watched and cursed. He’d been sitting here for over an hour and it’d probably take him even longer to get to Yugi’s. He leaned over again and counted all the cops that were on the scene.

I’ll get caught for sure if I try that here…

So instead, he revved his bike and sped back through traffic, unconcerned with all the middle fingers and curses he was getting.

I’ll double back and hit the free way. Hold on Baby, I’ll be there before bedtime.

****

Yugi yawned and leaned his head on Yami’s shoulder, tired of watching. It was getting close to ten and without Marik to keep him occupied, he was sleepy and irritable. He felt Yami’s hand rubbing his side and squirmed as it accidentally went under the material.

“Atemu!” He whined, stop it I mean it! Stop trying to tickle me!”

“Sorry Aibou…” the yami silently cursed himself and tried to better arrange the boy in order to cop a feel. Hopefully, he wouldn’t notice this time.

Yugi whined at being moved and just got up. “I’m going to bed!”

“What? But Yugi, the movie –”

“Who cares? I’m tired!” He pulled down his shirt and pulled his pants back up to his waist. They’d slipped down when Yami’d tried to tickle him earlier.

He went up stairs and headed for the shower, pouting.

Marik, you didn’t even try to come by…I hate you.


When Yugi came out of the bathroom wrapped in a royal purple towel, Yami waited for him. The spirit smiled when he saw Yugi’s limp hair.

“Going to bed Aibou?”

“Yeah. It’s late.”

“Well, you took an hour long shower. I’m not surprised.”

Yugi nodded and grabbed his towel to keep it from slipping. He noticed Yami looking at him oddly and retied it tighter. He cleared his throat.

“What do you need Yami?”

The Pharaoh smirked. “Nothing really…want to come sleep with me tonight? It’s been so long since we’ve spent time together Aibou.”

Yugi began to feel uncomfortable and shook his head. “I think I’m just going to go to my room tonight. Sorry Atemu.”

The boy began walking down the hall and noticed Atemu following him so he stopped and turned. “Atemu?”

The yami smiled, rubbing the back of his head. “Can’t I get a goodnight hug or something?”

Yugi bit his lip and leaned forward to hug the spirit when he was met with a kiss instead. He pushed Atemu away.

“No! Stop it! I have a boyfriend Atemu!”

“Marik’s nothing compared to me! Besides, where is he anyway! You two fight all the time!” Yami began backing Yugi to his door, grinning devilishly. “Besides, he won’t even know if you don’t tell him!” He leaned in for another kiss and Yugi yelped.

The boy ran into his room and slammed the door in Yami’s face, locking it.

Yugi shook his head and put some boxers on before he got to the task of drying his hair. Even though the mass of spikes went flat in the shower, they’d spring back to life the instant they were dry.

After fifteen minutes with a brush and blow dryer, Yugi admired his hair in the lamp light of his room. Yawning suddenly, he hopped over to the light and turned it off.

Time to go to bed… he went over to his dresser and grabbed a rubber band. His hair was still wet in some places he knew and he didn’t want it to go all weird on him and get knotted so he put his hair into a pony tail.

It wasn’t flowing and beautiful, no, it was very much the opposite. His bangs still hung out at odd angles and while his spikes weren’t his crowning feature, they still managed a starburst at the back of his head.

Ryou had once told him he looked good like this, but he’d never had the heart to wear his hair to school this way. He didn’t want to be made fun of.

Just as Yugi was about to lay down, the window came open and Marik slipped in, his breath showing in the now December air. The boy sat up, trying not to his joy show all over his face.

“Marik! What are you doing! It’s freezing out there!”

The Egyptian nodded. “Think I don’t know that? There was a big ass accident near you house I had to double back and come around!” He closed the window tightly and went over to the bed, looking very cold in his leather jacket.

“It’s freezing out there! God, next time I’m taking the car! It’s ridiculous. If I was in Egypt –”

Yugi smiled and put his hands on Marik’s cheeks. “It’s still cold in the desert at night.”

Marik nodded and put his hands over Yugi’s. “It’s going to snow soon, Malik told me. I don’t want it to snow.” He laughed suddenly as he realized Yugi was just listening to him and not asking any questions about where he’d been or about their fight. He smiled and leaned forward, pressing his forehead to Yugi’s.

“Your hair looks so hot.”

Yugi blushed and ran his hands under Marik’s jacket. “Are you cold?”

“Yeah.”

“Come on with me. We don’t want you sick.”

Marik let Yugi take off his jacket and shirt. Marik took off his own pants and slipped in with Yugi, grinning as the boy remarked about how cold the yami was.

“I was driving a motorcycle in forty degree weather Chibi, what do you want?”

Yugi snuggled close to the boy’s body, inhaling his scent. He smells like the wind…

“I missed you…”

Marik ran his hands down Yugi’s body. “Me too…” He started to kiss the boy and Yugi laid back, letting Marik remove his boxers.

“Do you want to?” the Egyptian whispered, his fingers already in the boy.

Yugi was already flushed and biting back his moans. “We have to be quiet –Yami –Grandpa –”

“So what? It’s about time they knew.” Marik’s head disappeared under the covers and Yugi cried out in ecstasy as he felt the boy’s tongue inside him. He pulled at the covers whining as Marik stretched him with his tongue.

A knock came at the door and Yugi giggled suddenly. “Go away Atemu!”

“Yugi, what are you doing?! Open the door!”

Marik came from under the covers and leaned over Yugi, grinning devilishly. “Shall I tell him?” He thrust into Yugi hard, not caring that the boy’s scream brought further distress from outside the door.

“Aibou –Marik! What the hell are you doing?!”

The bronze boy laughed, tossing his head back and pumping into the boy beneath him. “I’m claiming your precious Aibou Pharaoh!”

Yugi moaned, reaching for his boyfriend. “Marik! Marik harder!”

Marik caught his hands and pinned then to the bed, bearing down and on the boy and slamming into him harder and harder. Yugi was screaming and moaning by now and if Yami was still outside of the door he was probably having a fit, but at this point, the hikari could have cared less.

His mind was filled with only one thing: Marik plowing him.

As his cries grew more desperate, Marik knew Yugi was close and was thankful He could keep this up to much longer. This was only their third time and Yugi was still tighter than anything.

He leaned down and kissed his lover, not even wincing as Yugi fisted his hands in his golden spikes and pulled. Hard.

“Come for me baby, do it, just come for me.”

Yugi whined and nodded; moaning a few more times until he squeezed his eyes shut and cried out.

“Marik!”

“Fuck!” was all the yami could say as Yugi tightened around him. Stars exploded before his eyes as his body took over and he pumped his seed into Yugi at a frenzied pace.

Too soon it was over and Marik was loathe to withdraw, even as Yugi pushed at him, whining weakly about the weight.

The Egyptian kissed the boy’s neck, chuckling softly. “What’s the matter, don’t like my dick anymore?”

Yugi turned crimson and ran his hand down Marik’s sweat slick back. “You’re heavy, that’s all –Stop!” he giggled weakly. “We’re done!”

Marik laughed as he pumped a few more times before he slid out. “Just trying to make sure you know what’s mine.” He yanked a few tissues from the dresser and cleaned his boyfriend up, taking a few to wipe himself clean.

Yugi lay back, panting, eyes closed. “Still cold?”

The Egyptian pulled the boy closer to him, feeling him up. “Nah.”

The spike haired teen started to drift off when he felt Marik’s fingers. “stop. we’ll do it again later…”

“aw…”

Eventually, Marik dozed off, his hands above Yugi’s waist and the teen curled into his, snoring softly.

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*Courtesy of m-flo Loves Melody
*Another chapter. I think I’ll end this soon. It has to end with closure on this BS thing…Bakura Seto, not bullshit. Jeez you guys…
*new chapter soon