The Bet

Well, here's the latest chapter, and soon I'll have the link to the lemon up for you guys enjoy!

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Bundled up in his white gloves, ear warmers, hat, scarf and baby blue coat, Ryou made his way up the long, snow and slush caked walk to the parking lot. He huffed, his breath coming out in heaving puffs that condensed and became visible in the chilly winter wind. He trudged along and nearly slipped in on several icy patches, hampered by his heavy book bag, which was loaded down with homework.

His heart was still hammering in his chest, and he was still light headed and delirious. He didn't know what he was getting himself into. All he knew was that Bakura had asked him out! The librarian, who was the faculty head of yearbook, was going to be mad at him for missing a meeting, and Ryou did feel guilty about that. He normally would never dream of cutting an extra curricular activity, let alone a class, but the dark temptation that was Bakura was too strong to resist. Besides, once little cut couldn't hurt much....could it?

Bakura chewed his lower lip and scanned the now nearly empty parking lot. His vehicle had warmed up, so he was no longer freezing. Damn it, what the hell had he been thinking? He hadn't; that was his problem. His luck, he probably had scared the little pussy to death. Bakura looked away from the gray brick school building, snorting in disgust and glared at the deserted, snow coated football field and bleachers.

His head whipped around, his jagged black and silver bangs flying, when there was a hesitant knock on the passenger side window. His face registered surprise for one moment. He was sure the boy wouldn't come, and he'd have lost the bet to Yami. But before he'd been able to contemplate those horrific thoughts, a nervous Ryou stood outside the Hummer.

Bakura's features quickly twisted into a smug, satisfied smirk and he hit the unlock button. Ryou heard the click, then opened the door and climbed in. "It's c-cold out th-there..." He wheezed a bit, dumping his bag onto the floor in between his feet. "Th-thank y-you...."

Bakura snorted, glad that Ryou had obviously missed the look on his face. "I almost left without you." He spat out, making the younger sophomore flinch.

"S-sorry. I h-had to g-get my th-things.." Ryou's teeth were chattering and he held his gloved hands over the passenger side vent, feeling the deliciously warm air blast against his palms, which had gone numb even with the wool gloves on. He shivered as he slowly started to warm up. "Mmm...that feels g-good..." He tilted his head back and leaned closer to the vent.

Bakura's mouth went suddenly dry as he heard Ryou's little appreciative moan. An image of the silver haired boy, naked and on his knees before him, moaning like he was now and sucking on his-

Bakura's grip tightened on the steering wheel, his knuckles going white. He gritted his teeth and shifted uncomfortably as he struggled to suppress those thoughts. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as blood started to rush through his veins, and he suddenly wished he was in an ice-cold shower.

Ryou heard Bakura's frustrated growl, and he flinched. He curled in on himself, bringing his legs close together around his book bag, hugging his arms to his chest and lowering his head. He tried to make himself as small as he could. He thought Bakura was mad at him for taking so long. "S- sorry..." He trailed off when the senior didn't so much as look at him. "S- so...w-where do you want to go?"

Bakura shook his head, trying to clear it. Ryou's voice interrupted his thoughts momentarily, but his hormones immediately took control again. 'Into your pants' he thought, and almost said that out loud.

"E-excuse me?" Ryou's chocolate eyes were wide as he stared at his date in open shock.

Bakura mentally cursed, realizing he'd just said that out loud. His face was once more again slack as he delved around in his mind for a lie. He twisted his features into their usual leer. "It's a bar. Unless, of course, you're afraid." He taunted, leaning forward toward the teen.

Ryou gulped and leaned back, pressing himself against the cold window. "N- no.." Truthfully, he was terrified, but he wasn't going to back out. He'd already accepted, and it was either go with Bakura, or go back to the year book meeting. And Ryou, was sure that would be much more trouble than hanging with one of the school's most notorious bad boys. Punishment there was a sure, immediate thing. But no one had to know he'd been with Bakura; his father would believe he went to the meeting.

Bakura grinned, looking as satisfied as a cat that just swallowed a canary. "Good." He hissed. His breath was hot on Ryou's sensitive skin, making it tingle. He shivered, keeping his impossibly wide eyes glued to Bakura as he shifted gears and pulled out.

The bar was a shabby, dingy little place just off of Route 51. Several of the bare light bulbs were burnt out, a few fizzled off and on, and the ones that were working didn't shed much light at all, so the room was very dim, and the air was thick with cigar and cigarette smoke. The bar counter ran along the length of the left and far wall, while rusted pinball and slot machines occupied the other dirt caked walls. There were a few pool tables up front that looked like they had seen better days. The wood was chipped and scratched, and the green cloth was nicked and torn in several places. A few table and chairs were set up near the back, behind the pool tables, their wood also old and highly damaged, several generations of hell raisers having left their marks. In the corner behind the bar, up on a shelf above all the liquor and alcohol, was a dinky TV that repeatedly flickered and emitted more static than reception.

A few old men sat scattered at either the counter or tables, chatting and drinking their beer as they complained about life's current hardships and remembered the good old days. Only one pool table was in use, and it was not being used for pool.

Malik moaned as he felt Marik's teeth biting and sucking on his neck. His golden head was titled back in ecstasy, his arms wrapped just under Marik's while his hands stroked the bigger boy's back through his shirt. His fingers curled into the black fabric, pulling on it, as Marik's teeth bit at a particularly sensitive nerve cluster.

Marik moaned, his face buried in the hot crook of Malik's neck, and he pressed the smaller boy further into the pool table. His arms were wrapped around that trim waist, supporting him and preventing the edge of the pool table to dig into his spine. He lifted one hand to run it down Malik's side and grasping one firm ass cheek tightly, making sure to give it a tight squeeze that elicited yet another groan from the junior.

Right out of detention, the two had come here when Malik had asked him if he knew of any place good to hang out. The seedy establishment wasn't exactly good, but it sufficed and the bar tender never bothered to check how valid anyone's i.d. was, so Marik could use his fake i.d. to buy them all the beer they could drink. Corona was his drink of choice, but that shit was expensive. His all-time favorite, though, was authentic, dark German beer. That stuff was the shit and then some. Malik seemed to favor Red Dog, though he'd drink anything Marik put in front of him.

Marik honestly didn't understand why Bakura and Yami were making such a fuss over their little look-alikes. What was the big deal? You saw someone, you liked them, they liked you, you got together and fucked and everyone went home happy. Virginity and saving yourself for that special someone was highly over-rated. Marik snorted and continued to bite his way lower on Malik's neck until the damned shirt collar and necklace got in his way.

He was beyond certain that he and his own look alike would end up drunk and in bed somewhere. Too bad he hadn't entered in on the bet; he'd have loved to see Bakura's and Yami's pansy asses wanking off at graduation. Then again, Malik wasn't some shy little pussy.

Malik's fingers dug into Marik's back, and his hips arched, brushing his front against Marik's and causing the darker-haired blonde to moan in appreciation. Malik was not a virgin, but he also wasn't the type to just hop into bed with the first beautiful face he saw. But this one time he could make an exception. He didn't know what it was about the senior, but he felt attracted to him in more ways than just lust. He was definitely planning on racing to the bed and fucking like bunnies in heat, but he felt as if his soul clicked with Marik's.

Malik shook his head at that ludicrous thought. He'd just met Marik; how could he know how he felt about him. Going by the fire pounding through his veins and his current position, he was definitely attracted physically to Marik, but that meant nothing other than he was gonna get some tonight. He was actually enjoying just talking and being with the bigger boy, and that thoroughly puzzled him. Marik's roving hand grasping his crotch through his jeans flooded all thoughts from his mind as his hormones took full control of his lithe body.

"Um....d-did y-you like t-the T-taz plushy?" Ryou asked nervously, his voice barely audible. He was looking alternately down at his clasped, gloved hands and out the snow-rimmed window at the passing buildings covered in dark shadows and lit by street lamps.

"No, I fucking hate it. That's why the fuck I hung the damned thing on my rearview mirror." Bakura automatically snarled, his lips curling back and his dark chocolate eyes widening as Ryou flinched at his harsh tone. Fucking panty waist.

Ryou let out a soft sigh and felt tears well in his eyes. He ducked his head, letting his hair fall forward and hide his face. He couldn't let Bakura see him cry. He had removed his hat because inside the Hummer was so warm. They'd been on the road for nearly twenty minutes, and had hardly said a word. Ryou tried to make small talk, but he was nervous, scared, and unsure of himself. His heart was hammering like a frightened bird in his chest, and he was concentrating on just keeping his breathing even. Maybe this was a bad idea; maybe he was better off left alone and always unloved.....

Damn it to hell and back! Bakura was making a royal mess of things. If Marik was here right now, he'd be laughing his ass off. He was fucking everything up. His eyes swiveled from the road to Ryou when he heard a suspicious sniffling sound, saw the bent head, and the slight shudders that wracked that frail frame despite how high the senior had turned up his vehicle's heat. "Mother fuck, don't tell me you're crying!" He banged his palm on the steering wheel in frustration. Motou had that little fucking cunt eating out of his hand, and here he, Bakura, was with this little priss crying his eyes out!

Ryou scooted as far away as his seatbelt would allow, resting his head against the cold glass and still refusing to look at Bakura. He sniffled and wiped at his nose, tears trickling down his cheeks. He just wanted to go home and get away from Bakura. He didn't know what he'd done wrong, what he'd done to cause his crush to hate him so much! It hurt; it was like a physical pain in his chest. He felt like his heart was being torn in two. "I-I'm s-sor-ry." He sobbed, trying to curl up on himself as much as possible.

Luckily, Bakura's next words were muttered under his breath, so Ryou didn't hear them. Bakura heaved a long suffering sigh as he pulled into the ice and snow covered, pot hole infested parking lot. He would turn back and take Ryou home, but odds were the sophomore would avoid him like the plague from here on out. Which meant he'd never feel that soft body beneath him, and he'd have to pay Yami fifty bucks and his hand and his crotch were going to get down and dirty at the end of the school year.

Shit. How was he going to get himself out of this bloody mess? He should take the boy into his arms and whisper sweet nothings in his ear until he calmed down. Bakura nearly sneered. Yeah right; when hell froze over. But looking at the shaking boy curled up in his passenger seat and doing his damnest to stop himself crying, Bakura felt a very unfamiliar sensation. His heart twisted in his chest and a lump formed in his throat. He felt sorry, and guilty. Every time he was around Ryou, the fragile, fair angel caused new emotions to stir within him. Emotions he didn't like, but they would never leave him alone until he acted on them. Only then were those little demons appeased.

With a long suffering sigh, Bakura slowly reached over and gently touched Ryou's thin shoulder, but all he could feel was the bulk of Ryou's coat. Ryou flinched at the contact, hitting his head off the window and finally looked up at Bakura. His gentle, doe brown eyes filled with hurt and sorrow and were shimmering with unshed tears. A wet trail of tears flowed down his face and dripped onto his coat. Some Friday night he was having.

"I'm, you know-" Bakura stumbled past the lump in his throat. He was in very unfamiliar territory. He was unsettled and didn't know what to do next, and he didn't like this one bit either. Hatred, bitterness, and defiance were well worn and comforting. But this new stuff, it was down right scary and highly unsettling.

Seeing Bakura going from cocky and bad-assed to trying to stutter an apology out, looking highly uncomfortable and so much not himself, that Ryou's soft heart relented, and he offered Bakura a sincere, shaky smile. "It's alright. I....I'm sorry, I don't know what I did to make you mad, but I-" He looked down again, feeling the tears about to fall once more.

"Shut up." Bakura said, instantly relaxing and falling back into his normal self. Ryou gasped, and a few crystal tears did fall, but before he could start crying, one of the school's most notorious bad-asses leaned forward and pressed his lips to Ryou's soft ones. Ryou gasped, his eyes going wide, and Bakura took advantage of his parted lips to slip his tongue inside. Ryou let out a little squeal, but as Bakura's tongue roamed around in an unbelievably gentle gesture, he felt himself relax and sink into his first kiss ever.

Slowly, hesitantly, he kissed back, and Bakura's arms snaked around his thin waist, pulling him, bulky blue coat and all, forward so that more of their bodies were pressed together through their coats. Both had their eyes closed, and Bakura naturally leaned back, intending to pull Ryou up on his chest. Unfortunately, he didn't realize how close his elbow was to the horn until a horribly loud honking caused them both to jump and instantly separate.

Bakura looked around, eyes narrowed in suspicion and anger at the interruption, for the intruder, most likely in his mind a police officer. Ryou's soft giggling and flushed cheeks caught his attention. Ryou's cheeks were a nice healthy pink, which contrasted to the sickly white paleness of his skin. His clothes were slightly rumpled, and his eyes sparkled and full, soft lips tingled.

"What?" Bakura barked then realized where his elbow lay. He growled in annoyance and embarrassment and shut the vehicle off. He'd put it in park soon as they pulled in, but hadn't turned it off because he wanted to keep the heater on while they were in it. He gout out of the Hummer, slamming the driver side door shut before going over and opening the door for Ryou, taking a page out of Yami's book and acting the gentleman. It seemed to work with Yugi; maybe acting civilized would work with Ryou, too. Maybe Bakura could actually get the boy into bed with him. If not tonight, then sometime soon. Before Yami nailed Yugi.

"Thank you." Ryou smiled sweetly as Bakura opened his door and helped him out into the freezing cold. He was surprised and truly touched at Bakura's gesture; perhaps he really did feel bad about how he'd treated Ryou. Maybe the cool kids really were human, after all. Bakura just blinked at him, once again uncomfortable, before slipping his hand into Ryou's smaller one as they walked into the bar.

Ryou's heart skipped a little beat, and his cheeks turned red, not just from the cold winter wind whipping at them. He felt so giddy and light. Here he was, on his first date ever, and with his crush! Sexy, hot, bad boy Bakura was holding his hand! And that kiss! Ryou's blush deepened, and he was amazed at how happy he was, when just moments before he'd wanted to crawl under a rock and die.

His date wasn't exactly what it should've been. Ryou should've gone home and told his father all about Bakura and spend hours going through his closet, trying to find something to wear, and he should be giddy and shy throughout the entire date, not crying his eyes out and wishing he was back home! But Bakura's hot, talented lips, and his sensual tongue had more than made up for that....Feeling himself heating up, Ryou's blush deepened and he ducked his head.

Bakura smirked as Ryou blushed. He pressed the lock button on the door, then slammed it and started walking toward the crumbling establishment. Ryou was lost in thought; he just stood still until the crunch of snow, ice, and cinders under Bakura's boots snapped him back to reality. He shook his head to clear any last lingering thoughts of Bakura's sensuous lips and smoldering, dark eyes before running to catch up to him.

He was only a few steps behind the taller boy when he slipped on a small patch of ice. Ryou gave a startled cry as he began to fall. A strong hand gripped his firmly, pulling him forward and off the ice. Ryou gratefully clung on with both hands, looking sheepishly up at Bakura, embarrassment written on his delicate features. "Walk much?" Bakura sniggered and Ryou blushed and ducked his head. They walked into the bar again, Bakura intentionally keeping their gloved hands entwined. (Not that Ryou was complaining! .)

Marik moaned into Malik's ear, now loving on his pierced lobe. He grasped the golden skinned boy's earring between his strong white teeth and tugged while Malik was busy leaving his own marks on Marik's neck, his teeth biting at the smooth, soft skin of his neck. Marik purred when the younger boy bit one spot rough enough to draw blood. His lilac eyes were half closed and drunk with pleasure. He rubbed his nose against Malik's soft cheek then turned his head, his eyes widening in surprise and he lifted his head. "Hey fuck face! You're sure taking your time with Princess there, aren't you? Then again, you always did like to play with your hands!"

Bakura ground his teeth, instantly seeing red. "Go shove it up your drunken ass!" His hand unconsciously tightened around Ryou's. The sophomore's gentle chocolate eyes were wide as he stared at Marik.

"B-bakura? What's he talking about?" Ryou asked softly, feeling a little shy around people he didn't know. He didn't want to be nosy, but he also wanted to know what Marik was hinting at.

Bakura took in his scared looking date out of the corner of his eye. "His usual drunk nonsense. Ignore him; he's nothing but a stoner and a lush." Ryou only gave a little nod. He still had an uneasy feeling in his stomach about this; why had Bakura gotten all uptight and upset about it, when normally the two were constantly seen joking lewdly in the halls?

Malik didn't like having Marik's attention off of him, especially when they were in the middle of a very heavy make out session, in view of the other customers. He didn't mind public displays of affection; he just didn't like getting interrupted. He nuzzled his neck into the crook of Marik's neck and bit hard enough to almost draw blood. He smiled around the tan flesh in his mouth when he heard Marik's gasp of pain and felt him jump. He pulled back, licked the saliva from his full, enticing lips, and smiled seductively up at Marik. "Aren't you going to introduce me?"

Marik saw the devilish glint to Malik's pale purple eyes and knew the bite that made his shoulder still throb had been deliberate. That little bitch. But how Marik loved it! He wrapped his arms around Malik's trim waist, one hand massaging his stomach. "That's Bakura, the chronic masturbator. The one hiding behind him is his bitch." Marik pointed them each out in turn, then looked at them. "Fuckers, this is my bitch."

Malik snorted and rolled his eyes, resting his head on Marik's broad shoulder. "Some introduction. I'm Malik Ishtaru." He ran his gaze over them. The first one, with his wild, black and silver spiked hair, piercings, and dark eyes, looked like he'd be fun in bed. But the one cowering behind him appeared as exciting as dirty dishwater. He snorted again, having lost interest in them. He turned his head to the side and licked Marik's cheek. "You know, dirty words don't impress me much."

Marik closed his eyes as he felt Malik's teeth rake across his jaw. "How about a dirty mouth?" He groaned, his attention immediately back to where they'd left off. His jeans felt tight and confining. Actually, all of his clothes did, and he was sure Malik was feeling the same way.

"Mmm.." Malik purred, pretending to be in thought, moaning when he felt Marik's hand rubbing his firm ass and pinching his thighs. "That depends on how dirty."

"Why don't I show you?" Marik husked and Malik pressed himself fully against the taller boy. Their lips came together fiercely, Marik's tongue slipping inside the warm cavern of Malik's mouth and caressing his tongue and teeth.

Ryou's eyes widened even more and he let out a little, embarrassed squeak. His face was already red as a tomato from the crude and vulgar language, but seeing those two mauling each other on a pool table in public had him burying his face in Bakura's back.

Feeling Ryou cowering against him, Bakura rolled his eyes. "Go get a room, whores." He sneered, but neither of the two tanned boys was listening. They were still kissing each other and groping as they struggled to put their coats back on. Bakura had already taken off his gloves and pocketed them. He unbuttoned his coat before reaching behind him and feeling for Ryou's hand.

"Come on, Ryou." He coaxed, being unusually gentle. He'd already learned his lesson in the car; it was easier to get closer to Ryou if one was gentle and treated him nicely. And to get what he wanted, Bakura would have to be extremely nice. Fortunately, he was a good actor. Although, a small part of him which was increasingly getting bigger, wasn't just playing. Bit by bit, Bakura was beginning to actually mean the things he said to Ryou. Of course, it was still just a race to the bed. ...Right? "It's alright."

Ryou squeaked a little, keeping his eyes focused on the dirty floor, his face still red. He wondered if he'd ever be able to stop blushing around Bakura. "I-I'm sorry....I-I just...I'm n-not used to th-that much ..that much...." He trailed off, unable to bring himself to say the word.

"Lust? Passion?" Marik, who was now bundled up, came over, placed one arm on Bakura's shoulder and leaned against him. "That's too bad, really, it is." His voice was full of mock-sorrow. "Yami's little runt used to be the same way, but now that they've been going out for a while....." He trailed off, his purple eyes glittering fiendishly at Bakura. "Well, it's a good thing you've always been so good with your hands, ne?" He cackled and patted Bakura on the shoulder.

Bakura growled, ready to strangle his best friend with his bare hands. Before he could act on the urge, Marik's date came over with a six pack in one hand and once more pressed his body against Marik's invitingly, purring into his ear. Marik's eyes flashed with pleasure and he slipped his hand into Malik's, turning to go. Once the two blonde haired boys were at the door, Marik looked over his shoulder at Bakura and his date. "Bakura! Don't you wish you were me tonight?" He snickered then flashed Bakura the middle finger.

Bakura growled, grabbed an empty beer bottle off the pool table and hurled it at Marik's head as the couple went out the door. It smashed off the door frame where Marik stood moments ago and clattered to the floor in many tiny shards. "HEY! KNOCK IT THE HELL OFF!" The bartender yelled when he heard the glass shattering. Bakura merely glared at him.

Ryou pressed himself closer to Bakura, not sure if he liked this place or not. He was so close, he could smell the musky scent of Bakura's cologne above the stench of the bar. It was deep, exotic and toxic ting. Ryou inhaled deeply once more, savoring the scent. Flashes of Bakura's lips, so hot and delicious, pressed against his, raced through his mind. His pulse began to quicken and his blood heated up. He wanted Bakura to kiss him again, to tear off his clothes, to rub him, like Marik had been rubbing Malik-

He jumped and emitted a little eep when Bakura lightly wrapped his arms around his waist. "Ryou?"

Ryou flushed, feeling guilty, like he'd been caught. "I-I..um....it's n- nothing...sh-should w-we still be h-here? Th-the b-bar tender seems really mad, and...and....maybe we should just go home?" He offered meekly. He still wanted to be with Bakura, but he was confused by the pounding of blood in his veins, his frantically beating heart, and the dirty thoughts plaguing his mind. He was confused and wanted to sort everything out. He'd never felt these feelings Bakura aroused within him.

Bakura's eyes suddenly darkened, and it wasn't with passion. A deadly, burning hatred twisted his gorgeous features, and he was suddenly very menacing. "I'm not going home." His voice was laced with venom. He paused, as if gaining control over whatever was plaguing him, and continued, his tone much like it was before. "But if you want to go home, I'll take you."

Ryou frowned, scared by how sinister Bakura suddenly became and getting the impression that Bakura didn't have the best of home lives. "I..." He hesitated, then looked up at Bakura. "My father's not home; he works night shifts at the museum on weekends. He won't be home until later...we can go there if you like..." He trailed off softly, his heart beating nervously, afraid that Bakura would either laugh or refuse.

Bakura nodded, then impulsively pressed a gentle kiss to Ryou's soft lips, surprising them both. Bakura pulled back and blinked, astonished, while Ryou merely smiled softly, happily and slipped his gloved hand into Bakura's. Bakura smiled back before he could stop himself, and the two turned and went out the door.

tbc.....

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yugi and ryou: big, sparkly chibi eyes review? pleeease? for a kiss? both bat their eye lashes

...elbows malik

malik: .................i'm not doing it .turns around and walks away

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