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: Hah! Another fic done! Read and review i hope you've enjoyed this summer fic! Don't worry about Mokuba and Noa. *chuckles sinisterly* Or Varon and Jou! ^w^ I have a hint in this fic about them! *sqwee* Will I be doing pointless smutty one-shots? You know it!

Emit Remmus*


Marik licked between Yugi’s shoulder blades, collecting remaining water drops with his skilled tongue. The spike haired hikari shivered and arched, Marik holding his arms and holding him in place. They were sitting together, Yugi on his lover’s lap, both of them in towels from their recent shower.

“Marik…” the pale boy whispered, his Caribbean tan gone. “I thought we were going…” He whimpered as teasing lips moved over his shoulders, pulling up his towel.

Yugi leaned back and sighed breathily, wrapping Marik’s arms around his waist. “Marik…”

The bronze yami gave a good natured purr and held his lover. “We are going out. You think I can just resist you like this?”

“You won’t let me get dressed…” Yugi tilted his head the other way and let his boyfriend devour the other side of his neck.

A knock on the door came and Yugi got up, answering it. “Yes Grandpa?”

“I’m going out for a bit. There’s about an hour till close. Can you handle it?”

He nodded and shut the door, listening to the old man walk away. He looked over to Marik who seemed miffed.

“You know I have to.” Yugi walked over to his dresser and began looking for clothes. “You should get dressed too.”

“In what? My whore clothes? That’s what your Grandpa calls ‘em.”

The teen giggled. “I love your clothes Marik.” Yugi demonstrated this by slipping on a short sleeveless tight red top. It had been twice borrowed originally by Malik, then by Yugi. Though it belonged to Marik, he hadn’t given it back yet and didn’t think he would.

“Gonna put jeans on or keep that towel on?”

Yugi smirked, looking over his shoulder. “You just want to see my ass.”

“I see your ass plenty. Now take it off Chibi!”

He laughed and let the towel slip down to the floor, bending over to get underwear. Marik tilted his head and whistled.

“You know, I think I like you all pale better than when you had your tan…”

The boy sighed. “I don’t…I can’t believe it wore off in a week! Here were are, only Tuesday, and my ass looks like Ryou’s arm…”

The Egyptian burst out laughing, rolling on the bed and beating it with his fist. Yugi smiled. He loved making Marik laugh. It was cute.

He put on some baggy black jeans and dried his hair until his spikes came back to life. Marik, however, was still very naked under his towel.

The Egyptian was propped against the pillows, staring Yugi down from across the room.

“Hey!”

“Hey yourself!” Yugi put on the Millennium rod necklace he’d gotten himself for White Day and looked at his boyfriend in the mirror. “What Baby?”

“Come suck me off before you go downstairs.”

Yugi blinked. Once, twice, three times, then hefted his brush in his hand.

“Want to rephrase that Yami Marik?”

Marik looked as if he were thinking, then said, “Suck me off…please…Bitch?”

His fast reactions stopped the brush from hitting his forehead and instead, bounced off the pillow he’d used to block it with. He laughed and peeked over the pillow.

“Damn you’re violent! I bet you don’t treat Atemu this way!”

“Because he knows better!”

“…Can I get a hand job?”

“MARIK!”

The yami gave a sinister laugh and hugged the pillow, lying down and letting the sun hit his face from the window.

“Go on downstairs…I’ll be cool.”

“Don’t jerk off on my bed.”

“Why not? There’s enough cum here to –”

Yugi clapped his hands over his ears. “I wash my sheets you potty mouth! Stop it!”

Marik laughed and began his assault. “Cum Cock Cunt –”

Yugi howled and ran from the room screaming about his “virgin” ears. The yami cracked up and snuggled Yugi’s pillow, inhaling his boyfriend’s scent.

“Ummm Vanilla-y”

****

Noa watched the phone and kicked his feet. He’d really done it this time. He’d scared him off.

After their intimate little session and some dirty talk, Mokuba had left seemingly rattled.

And he hadn’t been back in a week.

So far, the green haired boy had sent five emails, ten phone messages, and numerous attempts at ESP.

Nothing was working.

Come on Mokuba…I was just joking about the guards…I don’t suck them off…please call me…

He gave a plaintive whimper as he heard his room door open.

“Go away Mother. I don’t want to come with you!”

“I don’t know what your talking about, but I’ll tell your mother if I see her…”

Noa bolted up off the bed and pulled Mokuba into an embrace. “MOKUBA!”

The raven haired boy gently pulled Noa off of him and smoothed his clothes. “Hi Noa. I got all your emails and stuff, I’ve just been busy helping Seto.”

Noa nodded and kissed his friend right on the mouth, clinging to his shirt and rubbing against him. He pulled back, breathing hard.

“Want to play video games?”

Mokuba reeled and rubbed the back of his head. “Um…Okay?”

“Awesome…”


Thirty minutes later, a guard leaned near the door, his eyebrows raised as he listened in on his young master in his play room.

“GOD YES GOD YES! YES!”

He gulped and backed away. He knew they young man had a healthy sexual appetite for such a young age, much like his father, but he was twelve and already…

He just shook his head. It was none of his business.

Meanwhile, inside the room…

Noa stared intensely at the screen as his character put Mokuba’s in a sixteen chain combo, finishing him off with a very bloody move. Mokuba shook his head, covering his face while Noa continued to celebrate.

“I fucking rule! GOD YES! I AM SO GOOD!” he nudged Mokuba. “Say it!”

The young Kaiba rolled his eyes. “You’re so good…”

“Louder!”

“You’re so good!”

Noa crossed his arms and pouted. “Really Mokuba, it’s not often I win! Come on!”

Mokuba threw back his heard and called out. “OH GOD NOA! YOU’RE SO GOOD! YOU’RE THE BEST!”

The green haired boy laughed then, tossing down his controller and straddling his friend’s hips. “Say it again?”

Mokuba blushed, swallowing hard. “Um…Noa…I…”

The boy licked his ear, whispering. “I want to say that to you for real…while we do it. You want to?”

“Right now?!” the boy squeaked, staring into Noa’s eyes.

Noa moved Mokuba’s hands to run over his petite frame, moaning as he did so. “Yes…I want to…” he pouted and looked at Mokuba. “Aren’t I good enough?”

“WE’RE 13!”

Noa got off him then. “I get it. You’re into Older guys.”

“Aw Noa, come on! We’re friends!”

The boy sighed, lying down on the cushions. He glanced at his nails. “I’ll just have to convince you I’m just as mature.”

“Eh?!”

“I will…” Noa unbuttoned his own shirt and smiled seductively as he began to rub his won nipple. “I’ll seduce you and you won’t want anyone else…”

Mokuba collapsed. What the hell was going on?!

“Noa, come on! We’re friends! We’re just kids!”

“I’ll save myself for you until you love me…” the boy panted, laying back. “Just think we can lose it on my sixteenth birthday…”

“NOA!” Mokuba held his head in his hands. It was final, Noa was insane.

“I want you with me always Mokuba!”

“Can we just play video games?!”

The green haired boy nodded, turning back on his side. “You can play my new game…if you give me a kiss.”

“No! Noa come on!”

“I want a kiss! Just do it!” he snapped, growing impatient.

Mokuba went over and kneeled down, pursing his lips. Noa laughed.

“Oh please…” Noa sat up and pressed Mokuba’s lips to his nipple, biting his lip when he felt a bit of suction. “Umph! I’m dying and I’m in heaven…”

Mokuba pulled away, making a face and Noa laughed again.

“You can be my sex toy!” he squeaked, laughing.

“you freak…” Mokuba went to find the game and the other boy lounged with his shirt open, watching the Kaiba through hooded eyes the whole time.

****

Bakura shuffled around the house more than a bit down. He was in his blue and white stripped pajama pants and no shirt, scratching his head as he stared into the fridge.

“Damn it…we’re out of beer…and where’s that cake I was saving? Stupid Malik…”

Bet there’s cake at Seto’s…stupid Seto…

He groaned as he thought of kissing his lover, knowing it would be so good for both of him.

He was in the middle of a strip fantasy when the door bell rang. Scratching his crotch and scooting over in house shoes, he answered it.

He just stared with large brown eyes, for a second appearing very much Ryou.

“Wh-what are you doing here?”

Seto Kaiba stepped into Bakura’s house looking around. “Hasn’t changed.”

Bakura shut the door and scratched his head, feeling embarrassed to still be in his pajamas so late. At least, in front of Seto he was. If it had been anyone else he would have told them to go fuck themselves.

“Don’t I get a drink or something?”

“We’re out of everything you jackass.”

They stared each other down and Bakura turned away. “Ha! Couldn’t stay away huh?”

Seto hugged him from behind, nuzzling his neck. “Nope.”

Bakura growled and swallowed as his eyes burned. “Don’t fuckin’ do this to me…”

“What?”

“Just kiss me…”

Seto turned the thief around and kissed him, not at all surprised when Bakura practically climbed him to deepen the kiss. They wound up against the wall, kissing furiously.

“Miss me Baby?”

“Fuck yeah!” the CEO growled, gripping Bakura’s ass. “Missed this!”

The white haired thief grinned and pressed his hardness against his boyfriend. “Miss that?”

“Hell yeah…” they kissed more and Bakura dragged Seto to his bedroom.

“Sorry it’s messy –Ah!”

Seto pushed him on the bed and began to get out of his two hundred dollar suit.

“Do you know what it’s like when I can’t be with you? To have the only thing with me at night to be the voices of those jackasses from the office? To not have you telling me your latest exploit instead?”

Bakura was already out of his clothes and on the bed, propped up on his elbows, his knees up. “I missed the sound of your keyboard post fuck!”

“I never do that after we –”

“I know.” Bakura’s eyes took in Seto’s naked body. He was perfect in everyway. He got up and went over to his stand, grabbing a knife and beckoning Seto to him.

“Come ‘ere, I want to.”

Seto willing went to him, holding out his arm. Bakura shook his head and ghosted the blade along the CEO’s collarbone and neck, lapping and sucking at the blood. Seto groaned, rocking against his boyfriend and falling to his knees, his mouth finding the waiting erection.

Bakura whined happily as he was sucked off, thrusting into the brunette’s mouth like there was no tomorrow. He hadn’t had any in so long, he felt like there wouldn’t be. He didn’t reach completion though as Seto climbed his body with his lips and came up to kiss him.

“I missed you so much…I wanted to call but you told me not to…and you didn’t come by…”

Bakura nuzzled his neck, walking them over to the bed. “Sorry I’m a dick…”

“you aren’t…” the brunette whispered, leaning over his lover. “I want to take you out tonight…to dinner…”

“No.”

“Why not?” Seto leaned down and suckled a nipple, the thief groaning and spreading his legs, wanting what was to come.

“Plans…you come too…”

“Kay…” Seto slicked his fingers in Bakura’s mouth and pushed them in the boy, the thief eagerly rocking his hips.

“You’re very quick today…”

“I want you but I don’t want blood on you just yet…”

“kinky…”

“whore…”

“Slut…”

They kissed each other and smiled when warm wet hit them both. Bakura traced a finger through his errant seed, licking it off his finger.

“Couldn’t wait…”

“You’ll just have to do a repeat performance…”

“I love it when you use big words that mean fucking…”

Seto laughed and drove his manhood home in Bakura, grinning. “I love it when you say fucking…”

It was quick but it was wonderful. Two bodies rocking hard, creating so much heat and friction it felt like the room was going to catch on fire.

Bakura groaned and let Seto pound into him, calling out the CEO’s name over and over, wanting it harder and harder.

“Bakura…I want –”

“Then fuck me damn it!” he ordered, arching up. “HARDER YOU BASTARD!”

The brunette pulled out and slammed back in. “I CAN’T GO ANY HARDER YOU BITCH!”

Bakura gripped the sheets, Seto’s arms, back, any thing he could leaving welts with his finger nail as climax took him. The brunette screamed for once as he came, shooting over and over again into his lover’s tightness.

When it was done, they were both shaking.

“S-seto…w-what the fuck…”

Seto groaned and panted and he leaned his head back a little, giving Bakura’s ass a few more thrusts. “want you again…”

“Shit!” Bakura felt Seto harden and turned crimson. “Seto, maybe you should take it a little easy –”

The CEO grabbed the knife and cut down Bakura’s chest. They both moaned and Bakura rocked against his lover’s hardness.

“Again…”

“Not yet…” he created a few more blood rivers and sucked them dry as he gave slow thrusts. The thief was going insane. He was writhing and crying out, begging as Seto cut him over and over and lapped the blood. He’d never seen his boyfriend like this and it was turning him on in the best way.

“Seto…seto please…fuck me…do it right now…”

The CEO whispered in his ear. “You want me?”

“Yes yes God yes…” he rocked on the still erection in his ass, giggling feverishly. “Please?”

They looked into each other’s eyes, the same lust, love and madness reflected.

“Admit it you love me.”

“Fuck yes you bastard now stick that knife between my ribs and fuck me!”

Seto chuckled darkly and began to thrust.

Tonight’s plans could wait.

****

Music pounded through the air as people closer to the stage jumped up and down in joy and frenzy. There were bodies dancing everywhere, up close and personal or wild and freestyle. Lights blinked and waved and that was when Yugi spotted his friends.

Jumping on the chair he was sitting, he waved to two seemingly white haired people coming through the crowd. They came over and Yugi hugged the shorter one.

“RYOU! You look awesome!”

The white haired boy laughed. He looked positively fierce tonight decked out in clothes that appeared to be borrowed. In shiny leather pants and boots that looked deadly with spiked wrist cuffs to match, Ryou’s hair had been spiked. He was wearing a tight black band t-shirt and a vicious grin.

He looked like Bakura on any day of the week. Dartz was with him as well in tight jeans and a fitted button up. His hair was gathered at his neck and was bound several times down. He had on eye liner and hugged his lover from behind.

“Where’s everyone?!” he asked.

Yugi pointed behind him. At the pushed together tables, the yamis, Malik, Seto and Amelda were all talking, laughing, or drinking. They saw Otogi come back to the table bearing more drinks in black shorts and boots with green laces, taking kisses from Malik who was perched on Bakura’s lap.

They went over and Bakura gaped at Ryou who shooed Malik away and sat on his yami’s lap. He whispered to him, smiling.

“How do I look?”

“You wanna fuck?”

Seto laughed, shaking his head. The CEO was in a tight blue top and low riding pants with a grometted belt hanging on his hips. He’d also gotten make up from somewhere and almost looked like Seth tonight. This didn’t go unnoticed by Atemu who looked positively wicked.

Amelda was wearing a sleeveless mid drift bearing top and jeans while the Pharaoh had gone all out, making him and Yugi look like each other, like they used to when they were Pharaoh. Yugi had on eyeliner and revealing clothes courtesy of the Ishtars. He was also wearing his share of golden jewelry tonight. Marik pulled him close and kissed his neck, not being able to get enough of the way his lover smelled.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous…you look like …like a million yen!”

Yugi kissed the yami’s forehead, listening to his bracelets jangle. “Want to dance Slave?”

Marik chuckled. “You aren’t Pharaoh.”

Yugi tapped his forehead. He had a glittery, iridescent sennen Eye painted there. Marik laughed.

“You’re a trip…”

Yugi whispered in his ear. “No, they are…check it out…”

Bakura and Seto were making out at the table, the CEO trying to pull Bakura’s shirt off. Bakura pulled back, panting, his lip bleeding just a tiny bit.

“Bad Seto…”

The CEO licked it off and everyone clapped and hooted.

Jou came over in a sleeveless shirt and baggy jeans. “Hey Guys, you won’t believe who’s here!”

He thumbed behind him and watched Varon pop over.

Yugi clapped his hands over his ears. “Beware the bad Japanese!”

Varon laughed and talked to Jou instead in English. “Oi was over there wif Mai! “Ave ya seen ‘er?”

Ryou shook his head and frowned. “My word, you’ve really got to do something about that accent Varon. I dare say, you need to relearn English.”

Bakura barked a laugh and Jou made a face. “yeah well…Ryou…we can’t all be perfect like you! Let’s go V. I’ll help ya find ‘er!”

“Thanks man! Lata guys!”

The two went off together and Malik jumped up and grabbed Yugi’s hand.

“Dansu dansu!”

Yugi giggled and they went on the dance floor, dancing together very closely. Marik watched them, feeling his pulse beat with the music. His chibi looked so damned sexy dancing with Malik like that…

The two hikaris were hip to hip, touching and feeling each other like there was no one else on the dance floor. Ryou drifted over and tapped Yugi’s shoulder.

He smiled and Ryou started dancing with them, his hands on Yugi’s hips as he danced behind the teen.

Yami’s head was on his fist and it slipped hitting the table as he nearly drooled. “Hikari sandwich…”

Amelda laughed and Dartz grinned. His Snow Bunny was quite appealing out there like –Wait, that wasn’t Ryou!

Ryou came back to the table and looked around. “Where’s yami?”

Everyone blinked and looked out on the dance floor. It was Bakura out there dirty dancing with Yugi. Malik had abandoned them for Otogi and now the two were essentially getting very “feely” all over the dance floor.

Yami growled and got up, grabbing Ryou. The two them went out there and started dancing quite well although Ryou knew it was because Yami was jealous. He wrapped his arms around the Pharaoh’s neck and smirked at him.

“Jealous?”

“Of what? You’re a good dancer…”

The tempo sped up and the music changed and Bakura and Yugi danced farther apart so they could dance more freely. By this time, more of their crew was on the dance floor.

Ryou danced over to his yami, pulling Yugi in between them and all three of them danced. People looked on, clapping and hooting, taking about a manwich. The hikari’s laughed and Yugi grinned when he saw Dartz with Kaiba.

Seto Kaiba had his hands on Dartz’s chest and was gazing into his eyes as they two swayed and flowed together, bouncing to the music perfectly. They pressed their foreheads together, smiling and moving to the beat.

Yami had collected Malik from somewhere and was dancing with the boy when Marik tapped his shoulder. Stepping away so he could dance with Malik, he was quite surprised when the Egyptian began dancing with him, bronze hands resting on his hips.

“You’re a very good sport…” he told him.

Atemu colored. This close he could see exactly what Yugi saw in Marik and it was all good.

“He’s over there getting dirty with Bakura, aren’t you going to stop him?”

“Yugi knows who he’s with, so does Bakura. It’s fine.”

A song with a catchy beat bounced through and as Yami and Marik danced against each other, the Pharaoh felt himself grow hard. He tried to step away, but Marik held his fast.

“Going somewhere?”

“Um, yes, I have to check that Amelda won’t drink so –.”

“Want to kiss me?”

“Yugi won’t like that at all –Mmph!”

Marik played his tongue inside the pharaoh’s mouth laughing as Yugi came over and swatted him in the head.

“Ow baby!”

“Stop teasing my Yami! I want kisses!”

Marik pulled him close and kissed him, dancing with him. “I love you…”

“Whatever you …you meanie!” Yugi giggled and looked over his shoulder. “Atemu! Dance with us!”

The Pharaoh seemed at a loss but danced with them all the same, Marik essentially in the middle.

Bakura, Ryou, Dartz, and Seto danced together, laughing and playing around on the dance floor, but suddenly, the look a likes and their boyfriends were no longer the main attraction.

On one of the elevated dance areas, surrounded by beams of light, two shirtless people danced. One had a spiked collar around his neck and low leather pants and the other was in hot pants and tall boots.

They were dancing true, but mostly they were kissing and near fucking as they ground into each other to the beat, licking and nipping each other.

People clapped and hooted and when the song was over, they climbed down, walking through the dance floor together. The one leading saw Yugi and stopped over.

He had green hair that looked ethereal and sparkling in the club light, sweat glistening over his body.

“Yugi!?”

“Haga!”

The group essentially crowded around and Marik licked his lips. “Damn you’re fine…what happened?”

The person next to him squeaked indignantly as his butt was pinched by both an appreciative Malik and Amelda. His hair was in a high pony tail with a lilac bang that fell over his forehead cutely.

“What the fuck! Don’t touch me you psycho!” Ryuzaki squeezed Haga’s hand. “I don’t want to be harassed. Let’s go.”

Haga rubbed under his chin and smiled seductively. “But you look so good in those shorts, I want to harass you too!” He looked back at Yugi. “Funny meeting you here!”

Ryou smiled and came over. “How long have you been dating?”

Ryuzaki was currently staring down Malik and Amelda, looking for another opportunity, worried about the lust in Bakura’s eyes as he ran his eyes up and down the half naked body. Haga grinned.

“Essentially a week…” he tugged Ryuzaki’s hand. “Zaki?”

“Eh?” he looked at Haga and smiled. “Yeah!”

Malik finally just freaked out. “I WANT TO TOUCH HIM!” He glomped Ryuzaki and nuzzled him, Marik and Ryou pulling the hyper, drink filled hikari off, worried as he started to bite at them. They handed him off to Otogi who held him closely, whispering to him.

He seemed to calm down, but Ryuzaki was scarred. Bakura laughed. “It would seem you’ve made a friend Ryuzaki…I’ll be your friend…” He s tarted to reach out but Seto pulled him back.

“You’ve got a friend.”

Bakura frowned and sighed. “I guess…”

Ryou however, was all compliments. “You two are so great together! Are you really coming to Central?”

Haga nodded. “I had to transfer.”

“Great!” Yugi held out his hand. “We can duel some time!”

“I don’t duel anymore.” The insector said, pulling Ryuzaki close to him as he noticed Amelda’s hands.

“Why not?” Yami smacked Amelda. Hard. The red head looked cross but didn’t attempt anymore ass grabs.

“I already have the trophy I want. Let’s go.”

Ryuzaki turned pink and laughed inanely, fending off good bye pinches from Marik.

Yugi sighed. “Marik…”

“Hm?”

SWAT!

“Ow Baby Damn!”

****

Varon pulled over and Jou got off the back of his bike. The two sat on the park bench and pulled various food stuffs out of a plastic bag. While looking for Mai, they’d stopped at a fast food joint because in Jou’s words “Growing guys need food!”

They quickly devoured their burgers and munched on their fries as they watched the stars and watched couples or creepy stragglers walk in the park.

Varon sipped his drink. “Oi can’t believe she ditched me! Where could she be!?”

“No idea man.” Jou shoved six fries in his mouth at once and chewed, licking his fingers afterward. “This is so great…nuthin’ like eatin’ outside durin’ tha summer!”

The other boy ran his hands through his chunky brown spikes, pulling off his goggles. “Yeah…it’s got a real…feelin’ to it ya know?”

Jou nodded and ate more fries. Varon went on.

“Oi troied to tell Mai…but she wasn’t interested. ‘Ad ‘er eyes on some dress…”

“Always.”

Varon looked over at Jou. “What kin Oi do man! She’s a one in a loife toime gal!”

“Yeah…but…she doesn’t understand ya man. Becareful.”

“Wot do ya mean?”

Jou gestured around and up at the sky. “It’s like ya said man. All this, this feeling, who can’t understand summer time magic? There’s a real problem if a girl is more interested in dresses than the feeling of a romantic night!”

Varon watched Jou then gazed up at the sky.

“Summer toime magic eh?” he looked over at Jou again who was happily munching on fries.

He smiled and sipped his soda, watching the stars.

Summer toime magic…



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