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Cooking Class 101
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
4,176
Reviews:
95
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
soup
well I almost went to bed with out updating today, lucky for you all, my yami threatened me with cruel and unusual nagging (don’t tell her I said that, she’s really mean)
crazieanimefan1: he’ll get a taste of some thing pretty soon, maybe in the next chappy or so… and wait, what do you mean “I'm keeping up with this!” you weren’t keeping up with my other ones? *pout*..jk…*knocks Bakura out and drags him back to my house” I guess you really can’t stop the king of thieves…
kuramaandhiei4ever: sure, poison ppl, I’ll do it!
Eres: sure why not… I guess I could put them in… you just tell me what you want them to be…^^
Yami Sango: yes… Bakura is the only one who could kill some one with a pot full of spices and yogurt…lol (if that’s all that was in there)
ACIDFLOWER: thank you so much^^
WIEJ! (I hope I got that right): sure^^
Hiso-chan: Sure any thing for my reviewers ^^
Iyasu: no, theres more to come, usually I cut the crap and put yaoi in the first chappy, but I thought some plot would be nice…and your right, no ones human making A’s that long, we better cuddle the truth out of Ryou-kun ^^
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(Bakura)
I sat on the couch… my shirt was off… my pants were unzipped…
This…is… the…life….
ttintting back… watching anime… oh come on Inuyasha… stop messing around and slit her throat when shes sleeping… baka inu
I wonder if Inuyasha knows what his name means…inu means dog, and I think yasha is a female demon
*slam*
oooo… Ryou’s home, I turn to see him storm in to the room; boy does he looked pissed, perfect, “Hey Ryou, welcome home snuggle bear!”
Ryou turns to me, “Shut up Bakura, I’m in no mood for your crap!”
“Did ‘the man’ give you trouble squirt?” I ask him as he marches off to get him self a drink.
“I don’t know why Principal Domeas wants to pair you up with me; I swear… you know what… I’m going to write him a complaint letter” Ryou says as he throws the soda can tab in the recycling bin.
“Oh that will really stop principal dumb ass in his tracks, so Ryou you plan on teaching me how to cock” I say letting that word slip as I watch him pull out an ice pop from the freezer and start sucking the lights out of it.
“what?” Ryou asks raising an eye brow at me.
“I said how to cook, moron, you’d think some one like you would be able to pay attention, you’re such a nerd” I say defensively, I hope he believes that.
“Look, shut it Bakura, I have no time for your senseless, shallow, heart less remarks” Ryou says to me.
I watch him throw the ice pop in the sink “wow, slow down there sparky, big words confuse me”
“So do small words, and simple directions!!” he shouts at me.
The nerve, I get up and slam him in to the wall, “I’d watch my tone if I were you”.
He whimpers and tries to pull away, “I’m sorry ok”
I let him go; it felt so go to have an excuse to push my body against his, to feel are hips touching. If only we could go further, if only I could have him whimpering my name.
“Now get to work, I need to show principal dumb ass I can at least heat up soup” I say to him, practically dragging him in to the kitchen by the collar of his shirt. I throw him in to the stove and he lets out a small grunt as him stomach smashes in to the kitchen appliance. He doesn’t move to get me back; he just pulls out a can of soup and sighs.
“Ok Bakura, this is a gas stove, first turn on the heat, but I want you to take it slowly” he says to me and I shrug and turn it on all the way. The fire from the stove shoots in to the air catching Ryou’s shirt on fire, he screams as the flames crawl up is arm.
Acting quickly, I pull Ryou’s shirt off, throw it to the ground, and stomp the fire out. Ryou just slumps to the floor breathing heavily. His shirt is just a chard smudge on the floor. Then I turn my attention to the stove, turning the fire off.
His upper body is exposed now, that slender well framed chest, that skinny little stomach. With each breath he takes his heavenly little chest rises up and down. I want to touch it, I want to run my hands around him, I want to make him mine.
I hold out a hand and pull Ryou to his feet, his arm is red. Apparently the fire burned through his sleeve a little. I take his arm and put it under the sink running cold tap water over it.
“You might want to put some aloe on it, it’ll help a little” I say to him, putting ice cubes in a paper towel, and putting it on his slender little arm.
He squeaks as the cold of the ice cubes touches his slightly burnt flesh. I just want to take him in to my arms and cuddle his pain away. To bad it’s only a dream…
“Lets try again, this time I suggest you stand back Ryou” I say to him, turning around to find he’s already on the other side of the room.
I slowly turn the heat on, this time being careful to keep the flame low.
“Good job Bakura, now open up the can of ‘New England clam chowder’ and pour it in the pot and put the pot on the stove” Ryou shouts from across the other side of the room.
I follow his commands carefully and nothing bad happens. I guess this isn’t too hard after all. When the soup starts to bubble I take the pot off the stove and pour the soup in to two bowls.
Ryou takes a seat at the table and I bring one of the bowls over to him. Suddenly my foot gets caught in the chard shirt and I spill the thick white soup all over Ryou’s lap. He yelps in surprise, as the hot soup, seeps into his pants.
I crawl to my feet; Ryou just sits in his chair with his eyes close. He takes a deep breatht’s t’s ok Bakura… I don’t mind that there’s sticky, hot, white soup on my crotch, or that it looks like I couldn’t control my bodily urges… I’m perfectly fine”
Ooo… this can’t be good, he sounds really stressed. I grab some paper towels and start cleaning up his pants, he just takes a deep breath again. This cooking class shit, is really turning out to be a good excuse to touch my cute little crush.
“Bakura, will you please stop touching me down there, I think I’m well capable of-“
“Touching your self?” I ask.
“Just get away from me, the principal can’t say I didn’t try” Ryou says standing up from his chair. He looks like he’s going to cry, gods, was I really that bad?
He heads towards his room, little sniffling sounds coming from him. I grab his arm and turn him around to face me. Tears are streaming down his face, “Leave me alone” he begs me.
I pull him to my chest, he tries to pull away but I hold him tighter, “I hate you” he cries into my shirt. I hold him close rocking him back and forth as we stand.
He continues to cry on me, it must be horrible in his place, he just stressed all day for every one who needed him, and then he runs into me in the hall and drops his things. After which he’s told by the school principal that he has to help a punk like me learn how to cook.
The crying dies down and he pulls away form me wiping his eyes, “T-thank y-you Bakura, I-I’m sorry, how a-about w-w-we a-a a-again tomorrow” Ryou sniffles.
I nod, and Ryou walks away to clean him self up. This certainly didn’t turn out like I expected. I walk back to the couch, slumping on the cushions and throwing my feet up on top of the table.
Having Ryou lean up against me certainly had its effects on my body. I reach down and unzip my pants further before touching my self to relive some of my own stress. Why did he have to rub up against me so much? Hm… he’d look really hot in a school girl out fit.
“Yeah, I can see it, a cute little school girl out fit… Ryou could have his hair tied up in little pink ribbons. Ooo yeah, that’s it, I nice strip tease, pushing that skirt over his round hips. Sliding that lithe little body up and down a pole. Touching himself as he gave little whimpers.”
I feel a sticky release all over my hands, too bad fantasies don’t come true. I wipe myself off with a napkin from the table. What a mess, I throw the napkin away and zip up my pants.
(Ryou)
I’m such a mess, I pull off my pants and throw on some new ones. I better go apologiesBakuBakura some more. He really is a nice guy once you get to know him. I turn the corner, then fall back.
Oh jeese… maybe this is a bad time, I turn to see what he’s doing again, he looks so hot like that… all sprawled out on the couch.
I hear him start to whisper to himself, apparently he doesn’t know in the room.
“Yeah, I can see it, a cute little school girl out fit… Ryou could have his hair tied up in little pink ribbons. Ooo yeah, that’s it, I nice strip tease, pushing that skirt over his round hips. Sliding that lithe little body up and down a pole. Touching himself as he gave little whimpers.”
Is he talking about me? That can’t be right, I thought he didn’t like me, and now… and now he’s having a little fantasy about …me…
This is too weird, I make my way back to my room…
Why do I feel strange all of a sudden, do I like Bakura? Is that right? Could I actually like him… and if I do… now what…
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What do you think, I thought it would be a lil boring if I didn’t add some ‘fun’. Please review!
crazieanimefan1: he’ll get a taste of some thing pretty soon, maybe in the next chappy or so… and wait, what do you mean “I'm keeping up with this!” you weren’t keeping up with my other ones? *pout*..jk…*knocks Bakura out and drags him back to my house” I guess you really can’t stop the king of thieves…
kuramaandhiei4ever: sure, poison ppl, I’ll do it!
Eres: sure why not… I guess I could put them in… you just tell me what you want them to be…^^
Yami Sango: yes… Bakura is the only one who could kill some one with a pot full of spices and yogurt…lol (if that’s all that was in there)
ACIDFLOWER: thank you so much^^
WIEJ! (I hope I got that right): sure^^
Hiso-chan: Sure any thing for my reviewers ^^
Iyasu: no, theres more to come, usually I cut the crap and put yaoi in the first chappy, but I thought some plot would be nice…and your right, no ones human making A’s that long, we better cuddle the truth out of Ryou-kun ^^
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
(Bakura)
I sat on the couch… my shirt was off… my pants were unzipped…
This…is… the…life….
ttintting back… watching anime… oh come on Inuyasha… stop messing around and slit her throat when shes sleeping… baka inu
I wonder if Inuyasha knows what his name means…inu means dog, and I think yasha is a female demon
*slam*
oooo… Ryou’s home, I turn to see him storm in to the room; boy does he looked pissed, perfect, “Hey Ryou, welcome home snuggle bear!”
Ryou turns to me, “Shut up Bakura, I’m in no mood for your crap!”
“Did ‘the man’ give you trouble squirt?” I ask him as he marches off to get him self a drink.
“I don’t know why Principal Domeas wants to pair you up with me; I swear… you know what… I’m going to write him a complaint letter” Ryou says as he throws the soda can tab in the recycling bin.
“Oh that will really stop principal dumb ass in his tracks, so Ryou you plan on teaching me how to cock” I say letting that word slip as I watch him pull out an ice pop from the freezer and start sucking the lights out of it.
“what?” Ryou asks raising an eye brow at me.
“I said how to cook, moron, you’d think some one like you would be able to pay attention, you’re such a nerd” I say defensively, I hope he believes that.
“Look, shut it Bakura, I have no time for your senseless, shallow, heart less remarks” Ryou says to me.
I watch him throw the ice pop in the sink “wow, slow down there sparky, big words confuse me”
“So do small words, and simple directions!!” he shouts at me.
The nerve, I get up and slam him in to the wall, “I’d watch my tone if I were you”.
He whimpers and tries to pull away, “I’m sorry ok”
I let him go; it felt so go to have an excuse to push my body against his, to feel are hips touching. If only we could go further, if only I could have him whimpering my name.
“Now get to work, I need to show principal dumb ass I can at least heat up soup” I say to him, practically dragging him in to the kitchen by the collar of his shirt. I throw him in to the stove and he lets out a small grunt as him stomach smashes in to the kitchen appliance. He doesn’t move to get me back; he just pulls out a can of soup and sighs.
“Ok Bakura, this is a gas stove, first turn on the heat, but I want you to take it slowly” he says to me and I shrug and turn it on all the way. The fire from the stove shoots in to the air catching Ryou’s shirt on fire, he screams as the flames crawl up is arm.
Acting quickly, I pull Ryou’s shirt off, throw it to the ground, and stomp the fire out. Ryou just slumps to the floor breathing heavily. His shirt is just a chard smudge on the floor. Then I turn my attention to the stove, turning the fire off.
His upper body is exposed now, that slender well framed chest, that skinny little stomach. With each breath he takes his heavenly little chest rises up and down. I want to touch it, I want to run my hands around him, I want to make him mine.
I hold out a hand and pull Ryou to his feet, his arm is red. Apparently the fire burned through his sleeve a little. I take his arm and put it under the sink running cold tap water over it.
“You might want to put some aloe on it, it’ll help a little” I say to him, putting ice cubes in a paper towel, and putting it on his slender little arm.
He squeaks as the cold of the ice cubes touches his slightly burnt flesh. I just want to take him in to my arms and cuddle his pain away. To bad it’s only a dream…
“Lets try again, this time I suggest you stand back Ryou” I say to him, turning around to find he’s already on the other side of the room.
I slowly turn the heat on, this time being careful to keep the flame low.
“Good job Bakura, now open up the can of ‘New England clam chowder’ and pour it in the pot and put the pot on the stove” Ryou shouts from across the other side of the room.
I follow his commands carefully and nothing bad happens. I guess this isn’t too hard after all. When the soup starts to bubble I take the pot off the stove and pour the soup in to two bowls.
Ryou takes a seat at the table and I bring one of the bowls over to him. Suddenly my foot gets caught in the chard shirt and I spill the thick white soup all over Ryou’s lap. He yelps in surprise, as the hot soup, seeps into his pants.
I crawl to my feet; Ryou just sits in his chair with his eyes close. He takes a deep breatht’s t’s ok Bakura… I don’t mind that there’s sticky, hot, white soup on my crotch, or that it looks like I couldn’t control my bodily urges… I’m perfectly fine”
Ooo… this can’t be good, he sounds really stressed. I grab some paper towels and start cleaning up his pants, he just takes a deep breath again. This cooking class shit, is really turning out to be a good excuse to touch my cute little crush.
“Bakura, will you please stop touching me down there, I think I’m well capable of-“
“Touching your self?” I ask.
“Just get away from me, the principal can’t say I didn’t try” Ryou says standing up from his chair. He looks like he’s going to cry, gods, was I really that bad?
He heads towards his room, little sniffling sounds coming from him. I grab his arm and turn him around to face me. Tears are streaming down his face, “Leave me alone” he begs me.
I pull him to my chest, he tries to pull away but I hold him tighter, “I hate you” he cries into my shirt. I hold him close rocking him back and forth as we stand.
He continues to cry on me, it must be horrible in his place, he just stressed all day for every one who needed him, and then he runs into me in the hall and drops his things. After which he’s told by the school principal that he has to help a punk like me learn how to cook.
The crying dies down and he pulls away form me wiping his eyes, “T-thank y-you Bakura, I-I’m sorry, how a-about w-w-we a-a a-again tomorrow” Ryou sniffles.
I nod, and Ryou walks away to clean him self up. This certainly didn’t turn out like I expected. I walk back to the couch, slumping on the cushions and throwing my feet up on top of the table.
Having Ryou lean up against me certainly had its effects on my body. I reach down and unzip my pants further before touching my self to relive some of my own stress. Why did he have to rub up against me so much? Hm… he’d look really hot in a school girl out fit.
“Yeah, I can see it, a cute little school girl out fit… Ryou could have his hair tied up in little pink ribbons. Ooo yeah, that’s it, I nice strip tease, pushing that skirt over his round hips. Sliding that lithe little body up and down a pole. Touching himself as he gave little whimpers.”
I feel a sticky release all over my hands, too bad fantasies don’t come true. I wipe myself off with a napkin from the table. What a mess, I throw the napkin away and zip up my pants.
(Ryou)
I’m such a mess, I pull off my pants and throw on some new ones. I better go apologiesBakuBakura some more. He really is a nice guy once you get to know him. I turn the corner, then fall back.
Oh jeese… maybe this is a bad time, I turn to see what he’s doing again, he looks so hot like that… all sprawled out on the couch.
I hear him start to whisper to himself, apparently he doesn’t know in the room.
“Yeah, I can see it, a cute little school girl out fit… Ryou could have his hair tied up in little pink ribbons. Ooo yeah, that’s it, I nice strip tease, pushing that skirt over his round hips. Sliding that lithe little body up and down a pole. Touching himself as he gave little whimpers.”
Is he talking about me? That can’t be right, I thought he didn’t like me, and now… and now he’s having a little fantasy about …me…
This is too weird, I make my way back to my room…
Why do I feel strange all of a sudden, do I like Bakura? Is that right? Could I actually like him… and if I do… now what…
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What do you think, I thought it would be a lil boring if I didn’t add some ‘fun’. Please review!