Beachin' Trip

The six boys sat in a circle, each with five cards in their hands

The six boys sat in a circle, each with five cards in their hands. "So I don’t get it, how do we lose clothes?" Bakura asked.
"Da person wit da lowest hand gives one article to da winnin’ hand. Naturally, you lose socks first, den shirts, den pants, den underwear if ya really suck. If ya start winnin’ otha people’s clothes, when ya lose ya can give up deir clothes first ‘sted of yer own. If ya lose clothes, den win, ya might not get yer own back, so ya gotta make do."
"If they are all the same color, is that good?" Seto asked skeptically.
"You want them to all be the same suit, Seto," Ryou answered. "All diamonds, or all clubs."
"How do you two know so much about cards?"
"I’ve been playin’ poka fer years," Joey answered, setting two cards on the floor face down. "We used ta play fer more den socks dough. Tristan used ta play, but he’s neva in da mood fer it anymore. Tea dinks it’s bad habit. So when I got bored I taught Ryou, and he’s been practicin’."
They all laid down the end results of their first hand, and Ryou scanned all the cards. "Bakura loses, Joey wins. Bakura, give Joey a sock."
A few hands later, both Joey and Ryou had a pile of clothes beside them. Yami and Yugi, who were both fast learners when it came to games, had only lost a few socks. Bakura and Seto were not so lucky. Bakura had just lost his shirt, and Seto would if he lost one more hand.
"Yami, your deal."
At the end of the hand, Ryou had three queens, a seven, and a jack. Joey had two aces, two kings, and a queen. Both Yami and Yugi had a pair of nines. Bakura had a pair of eight’s, and Seto had a pair of threes. Growling, Seto pulled his shirt over his head and threw it at Ryou, who caught it with a smirk. Joey couldn’t help but stare at Seto’s sculpted chest, which meant so much more now that he was allowed to stare.
It was Yugi’s deal. Joey ended up with a flush of hearts, Ryou with a pair of queens, Yami with a pair of jacks, Yugi with a pair of eight’s, and Seto with a pair of nines. Bakura had two sixes, a five, a seven, and a eight, a card away from a straight, but the lowest hand.
"Bakura," Ryou said with a grin.
"Do I have to?"
"Yes," they all answered as Bakura pulled his pants off and tossed them to Joey, leaving him sitting in his blue boxers.
In the next hand, Yugi lost a sock to Joey. In the next, Yami lost a sock to Yugi.
The next hand Ryou scored a straight, Joey a pair of aces and a pair of jacks, Yami a pair of sixes, Yugi a pair of queens, and Bakura a pair of twos. Seto had a five, a ten, a three, and an ace of spades, but a king of clubs, a card away from a flush.
"Your pants, Seto," Ryou said grinning. "I’ve always wondered what underweamillmillionaire wears."
Seto undid his pants and slipped them off, leaving him in black boxers, which to Joey’s disappointment, were not silk. "Normal underwear like everybody else." His voice was almost casual, but it was easy to tell he was very nervous.
Joey had a pile of clothes in front of him, and had yet to lose any of his own. He pulled all three socks off his left foot, and handed them to Seto.
"Hey, he’s not allowed to do that!" Bakura exclaimed.
"We never said you couldn’t," Ryou reasoned. "Though I can’t see why you would want to..."
Joey flushed, but it was nothing compared to the red across Seto’s cheeks. "Thanks," he muttered.
"Ah, no prob."
/Yami?/
//Hmm?//
/Joey’s never seen Seto naked before.../
//And?//
/Well, doesn’t it seem kinda g thg that the first time he does is in a game? I mean, they just got together last night, this could be rather stressful on the relationship. What happens when Joey’s stash gets low? What happens if he has to decide between Seto losing or him?/
Yami didn’t respond for a moment. //Your right Aibou, we should stop this.//
"Alright, let’s play something else," Yugi said, sitting up and stretching.
"Aw, no fair! I’m one hand away from getting Bakura naked!"
Yami gave Ryou a look. "He looks just like you Ryou. Go strip and stand in front of a mirror." Bakura flushed hotly and Ryou’s cheeks tinged a slight pink.
Joey had already started to gather up the cards. He had wanted to end the game, but didn’t want to say it because everybody would know why. Yugi must have figured out what was going on in Joey’s head and called it for him. Yugi was the best friend a guy could have.
"What do you want to play?" Yami asked, while everybody reclaimed and donned their clothes, or stripped off extra socks.
"What ‘bout truth or dare?" Joey asked, grinning.
Yugi blinked. He really hadn’t expected that from Joey. He had just gotten him out of a bad position. On the other hand, there was a lot more flexibility in truth or dare, and if Yugi and Ryou read the cards right, they might be able to help their two friends.
"Sounds good to me!" Ryou said, looking meaningfully at Yugi, and then at Joey and Seto. Yugi nodded slightly to his friea sma small smile creeping on his mouth.
"Great, den I go first," Joey said sitting down on the couch. "Ryou, truth or dare?"
Ryou considered the question for a moment. "Let’s start with a truth."
Joey nodded. "Okay, it’s gotta be lame havin’ Bakura look jus’ like ya. I mean, he even dresses like ya. So if ya could change his appearance, not drastically, but jus’ a little, wha’ would he look like?"
Bakura frowned and looked at the floor. Ryou just blushed. "I’ll be right back," he muttered quietly. He walked down the hall, and returned a few moments later with a brown paper bag.
Reaching in, Ryou pulled out a pair of black pants. "Put these on," he ordered softly, tossing them to Bakura.
Raising an eyebrow at his hikari, Bakura looked around for a place to change. "We just saw you in your underwear, Bakura," Yami said with a smirk. Bakura glared at his fellow yami, but changed anyway. Once he had the pants on, Ryou tossed him a white sleeve-less shirt.
When Bakura had the shirt on, Ryou reached in the bag and pulled out a permanent marker. "This will disappear when you merge with me," he said softly. Ryou grabbed Bakura’s bare arm. Brows furrowing in concentration, he pulled the cap off the marker with his teeth and started to draw on his yami. When he let go, a thick black band was around Bakura’s arm. Ryou then reached up and tilted Bakura’s head. Using the same black marker, he started to put streaks of black through his darker half’s silver hair.
He tossed the marker back in the bag, but he wasn’t done yet. Blushing hotly, he pulled out a spiked collar, and snapped it around Bakura’s neck. He snapped a silver clip on earring on Bakura’s ear. Pulling from the bag the last item, Ryou handed Bakura a leather jacket, instructing him to hold it over his shoulder rather then wear it.
Still blushing, Ryou backed up to examine his handy work. Turning, he looked Seto in the eye. "He’d have your eyes. Maybe a shade lighter." Ryou looked back at Bakura. "He’d have more then one earring, and he’d be taller then me."
"You’ve really thought about this Ryou," Yugi observed.
Ryou looked down at his feet, his face still pink. "One gets tired of looking at one’s reflection."
"Who’d have thought little light Ryou would go for the bad ass look in his boyfriend," Yami said with a self satisfied smirk.
Yugi looked up at his yami. /I can’t really blame him./
Bakura was studying his hikari intently. This had obviously been bothering Ryou, and yet he had said nothing about it. How long had he kept that bag of stuff, too shy and too polite to request that Bakura wear it? The idea made up Bakura’s mind for him.
In a flash of light, Bakura was gone, leaving a pile of clothes where he had been. Ryou’s head jerked up quickly, but he had already missed another look at his yami.
/Would it have killed you to stay that way for a few minutes?/ he asked miserably as he felt Bakura’s mind merge with his. He noted faint surprise from Bakura.
//This is going to hurt.//
/What?!/ Ryou asked.
Bakura didn’t answer, because there was another flash of light. This time however, it didn’t fade quickly. It held for a very long moment, before being sucked slowly back into the figure that it surrounded.
Ryou felt his mouth drop open as the light around his yami dimmed. Bakura stood there unmoving, eyes squeezed shut tight and jaw clenched in pain.
He was wearing not just black, but leather pants. Something Ryou had never even considered asking him, for fear of ‘copying the pharaoh’. He remained in the white tank, but he now wore his own leather jacket. His hair didn’t have black streaks, but rather the tips had been dyed black, which looked even better.
Ryou walked over to Bakura. He reached up, reached up for Bakura had grown at least eight inches, to tuck a lock of his silver-black tipped hair behind the taller boy’s ear, revealing a line of silver earrings.
Bakura’s hand, clenched in a fist by his side, flew up to take Ryou’s hand in his by his ear. Slowly, Bakura relaxed his jaw and opened his eyes to look down on his hikari. Warm brown met ice blue, and Ryou’s breath caught. He swallowed hard. "Please-" he cut off when his voice broke. He swallowed again. "Please tell me you can stay like this," he whispered.
"If that is what yout, It, I will. Just don’t talk in my head for the rest of the day. I have a headache that would kill a camel. It hurts like shit."
Ryou felt tears welling up in his eyes. "Bakura." His darker half never admitted any kind of weakness or pain to him, even when it was obviohe ahe always denied it. A tear slid down his cheek. He tried to pull his hand away from Bakura to wipe it away. Bakura hated it when he cried, he was being a sissy, but his yami wouldn’t let go. Bending down, he licked the tear off, before claiming Ryou’s lips in his.
"When yer both done dere, it’s yer turn ta dare, Ryou."
Ryou and Bakura parted and moved over to the arm chair. Bakura took off his jacket and tossed it on the back of the chair before sitting down. Ryou curled up in his lap, and Bakura wrapped his arms around him. That was when Ryou saw the black armbands on both his yami’s arms. They were not a solid line, but rather numerous interlaced little lines. With a smile, he started to trace one with his finger.
"Ahem." Joey said, settling back down in his seat on the couch. Ryou looked up and blushed, then looked around to pick a victim.
"Yami, truth or dare?"
"Truth, first," Yami answered.
Ryou looked thoughtful for a moment, then his eyes glazed slightly which meant that Bakura was offering his advice. "Bakura! That’s not very nice!" Ryou didn’t answer in Bakura’s head, because he still had a headache.
"Nobody said h orh or dare had to be nice."
"Well, okay. Yami, where’s the, I don’t know, oddest place, you’ve ever wanted to, you know," Ryou blushed.
"Get it on," Bakura finished, turning his now icy blue gaze on Yami.
Yugi, who was sitting at Yami’s feet, turned around and looked up at him. "I’d like to know this myself."
Yami didn’t really blush, but he was slightly flustered. "Well, I, um, lemme think. I-" he paused, and avoided Yugi’s eyes. "I guess the oddest place is, well, a hole."
They stared. "A hole?" Seto asked.
There was no denying it, this time Yami did blush. "You know, like if you dig a big hole in the ground. A pit. Big enough to lie down in." He glanced at Yugi, who was watching him curiously. When their eyes met, Yugi grinned, which only made Yami blush again.
"I’ll have to remember that," he said, turning to lean back up against Yami’s legs.
Yami, l fll flustered, was quick to seek revenge. "Bakura, truth or dare?"
Bakura smirked. "Just to keep the pattern going, truth."
It was Yami’s turn to smirk. "Where are you ticklish?"
Bakura blinked. It was not something he had been expecting. He started to answer without thinking. "My st-" he cut off, realizing what he was doing. He glared. "I’m not."
"Rea"Really?" Yami asked innocently. Sensing danger, Ryou climbed out of Bakura’s lap, and Yugi move away from Yami’s knees. "Are you sure?"
Bakura nodded curtly. In one swift movement, Yami jumped off the couch, grabbed Bakura, threw him to the ground, and pinned him down with one very strategically placed knee. Bakura, caught once again completely by surprise, just stared.
"He’s in trouble. Yami’s going to do it," Yugi said, biting his lip.
"Do what?" Ryou asked curiously.
"His pinkie move."
Ryou raised an eyebrow, but turned his attention back to the yamis. Yami put his hand on Bakura’s stomach, and moved it just slightly, though none of them could see what he did. Bakura twitched, his face contorted, fighting laughter. Yami repeated the action, and Bakura snorted. With the third pinkie move, Bakura lost it, and started to laugh, a completely new sound to most of the people present.
"Can you teach me how to do that?" Ryou exclaimed, jumping up. Yami looked carefully at Ryou, then nodded, motioning for him to come over. Still holding Bakura immobile, he directed Ryou’s hand. A few moments later, Ryou tickled Bakura mercilessly while Yami held him down.
Bakura’s headache was forgotten. //Ryou! Ryou stop!//
/Nope, it’s too much fun to see you squirm./
//Ryou, Ryou, please?//
Ryou stopped suddenly, pulling away. "Let him go, Yami."
"Why, what did he do?" Yami asked, removing his knee and standing.
"Asked nicely."
Glaring, Bakura picked himself up off the floor, and sat down in his chair, in a way that made it impossible for Ryou to sit with him. Ryou made eyes at him, and Bakura reluctantly adjusted his position. "You can sit, but I swear if you touch my stomach I will bite you," he growled. Ryou ignore the comment, but snuggled back into Bakura’s chest.
Bakura turned his anger on an unsuspecting target. "Seto, truth or dare?" he challenged.
Seto met the challenge like a man. Besides, he had too many secrets. "Dare."
"Kiss Joey for a full minute," Bakura replied immediately.
Ryou forgot his yami’s headache. /Bakura!/
//What?//
/You can’t do that to them! Their relationship is still so unstable! This is too much stress./
//They kissed last night didn’t they? Why can’t they do it again?//
/Good point.../
//Now shut up. My head hurts.//
Seto swallowed hard. He should have seen it coming. It was going on twenty-four hours since he had first kissed Joey, what if he was having second thoughts? He dared a glance at Joey, who sat on the couch, blushing and staring at his lap.
Seto stood up. If Joey or Bakura expected him to stall and be uncomfortable, they underestimated the Kiaba genes. He sat down on the couch in the seat between Joey and Yami. Before Joey even had a chance to look up, Seto tilting his head and kissed him firmly.
Joey responded immediately by kissing back, making Seto’s heart jump. In his head, Seto counted slowly to sixty before pulling away. Joey smiled very slightly at him, and Seto couldn’t help but smile back.
Standing, he moved back over to his chair and sat down. He looked around at the group. "Yugi, you haven’t gone, truth or dare?"
"Truth," Yugi said, leaning back against Yami’s legs for support.
An evil smirk came across Seto’s face. "Describe a fantasy that you’re too shy to even tell Yami."
Yugi felt the color drain out of his face. "No way!" he shouted, getting up off the floor quickly, and ducking behind the chair that Bakura and Ryou were sitting in. Yami jumped up off the couch.
"You mean there is one?" he exclaimed.
"Apparently," Bakura said smirking. Yami looked around the chair to see Yugi huddled in a tiny ball, like a turtle that had crawled inside his shell. Ryou climbed off of Bakura and walked around to chair to look too.
Yami reached down and picked Yugi up, but he still remained curled up, knees tucked under and arms over his head. Yami walked him over and sat him down in the middle of the floor. Ryou sat down beside him, and placed a hand on Yugi’s shoulder.
"Maybe we shouldn’t make him tell," Ryou said slowly. Yugi’s head looked up hopefully.
"I want to know," Bakura demanded leaning forward.
"So do I," Seto said.
"Actually, now I’m kinda curious too," Joey admitted.
"And I definitely want to know," Yami finished, sitting down on the floor beside Yugi and Ryou.
Yugi hid his face again, and Ryou patted his back. "You might as well get it over with, Yugi," Ryou said softly.
"Iffwummafbeffhelffdoumf," came the muffled reply from Yugi.
"What?" Yami asked.
"Iff wamma beff helff doumf." A strange look crossed Ryou’s face. Being the closest to Yugi, he understood, but everybody else was lost.
"What?" Yami repeated.
Yugi jerked up. "I said I wanna be held down!"
"Held down?" Yami asked, confused.
"Held down, chained, tied up, restrained, get it?" With that, he turned to Ryou, and hid his face in the silver haired boy’s lap. Ryou tried his best to comfort his friend.
Yami blinked. Bakura burst into laughter, while Seto and Joey stayed silent.
/BAKURA!/
"Owww," Bakura moaned, holding his head.
"Serves you right," Ryou answered.
//Aibou?// Yami asked. Yugi didn’t answer. He was too embarrassed.
Yami reached over and pulled Yugi away from Ryou and into his lap. Bending over, he whispered softly into Yugi’s ear. Whatever he said seemed to comfort Yugi, because he looked up reluctantly. Yami grinned at him, and if Yugi’s face could have got any redder, it would have.
"It’s your turn to dare, Aibou," Yami said standing and walking back over to his place on the couch. Yugi moved over to settle at his feet again, before looking over at Bakura.
"Tror dor dare?"
"Dare," Bakura answered.
Yugi nodded. He wanted to do something that would be difficult for Bakura, or at least a challenge, and good for Ryou, because Ryou had sympathized with him.
"For two minutes, talk dirty to Ryou, but you have to whisper, you can’t talk in his head, and you can’t touch him. See if Ryou can resist you."
Smirking, Bakura got up out of his chair and started to move towards Ryou. Ryou drew his knees up to his chest and hugged them tightly. "Ryou!" Yugi whisper-shouted. "Think about Mrs. Marchett!" Ryou smiled at Yugi and nodded.
Bakura brought his lips to Ryou’s ear. "Wait!" Yugi said looking at his watch. "Ready? Go."
Bakura started to whisper words that the rest of the room couldn’t catch. Ryou snapped his eyes shut, but otherwise didn’t react. After about a minute, Yugi noted that Ryou was clenching his jaw, and a bead of sweat was running down his forehead.
Yugi counted down the seconds. "Time! Ryou?"
Slowly, Ryou opened his eyes and smiled at Yugi. "Prize goes ta Ryou fer self control," Joey said grinning. Bakura growled and shifted to nip at Ryou’s neck. He wouldn’t really hurt Ryou, he’d just leave a few marks.
"It’s your turn, Bakura," Ryou reminded his other half with a steady voice. Bakura pulled away and stared at his hikari. He was somewhat insulted by Ryou’s lack of reaction. Ryou looked at Yugi. "Dare’s over right?" Yugi nodded. "Good."
Ryou jumped on Bakura and gave him a bruising kiss, then pulled away and moved over to the empty chair. Bakura sat back up, very pleased with himself.
"Yami, truth or dare?" he asked.
"Dare."
"Kiss somebody in this room for a full minute, and it can’t be Yugi."
Yami looked to Yugi, who shrugged. "I don’t mind, as long as you don’t mean it."
Yami looked around at his possible vic. Hi. His eyes lingered on Ryou, but moved on when fear passed over the boy’s features. His gaze settled on Joey, who had just enough time to look surprised before Yami pounced on him. Holding Joey down firmly by the shoulders, Yami kissed him soundly.
Joey chose not to react or move, and counted in his head to sixty. When he reached the number, he pushed Yami away. Seto was glaring at Yami, and Yami was smirking. Joey looked at Yugi. "Is he always dat aggressive?"
Smiling shyly, Yugi nodded.
"And now it’s my turn to dare," Yami said smirking. "Joey, truth or dare?"
"Wha’ is dis? Pick on da puppy day?" Joey asked glaring. Yami just continued his smirk. "Truth," Joey muttered.
"Name three things that turn you on. Things, not actions."
"Things? Like, objects?" Yami nodded and Joey blushed. "I dunno." He shifted uncomfortably, very aware of Seto’s eyes on his back.
"Come on, Joey, tell us," Yugi said smiling at his friend. This would be a good thing for Seto to know.
"I like foam," Joey offered.
"Foam?" Yami asked.
"Ya know, like foamy soap or sumdin’," he said blushing and looking at his lap.
"Okay," Yami said reluctantly. "I guess we’ll except that."
"Peaches."
They all blinked. Bakura and Yami snorted, Ryou giggled. Yugi and Seto didn’t comment. In fact, Seto was remaining particularly quiet.
"Okay, so we all understand the reasoning behind that. One more Joey," Yami said.
Joeyteretered something too quiet for them to hear, blushing deep red. "What was that?"
"Silk," Joey whispered, only loud enough for Yami to hear.
"Silk?"
There was a sudden coughing fit from Seto, and they all turned to stare accept Joey, who only blushed hotter and continued to stare at his lap. Seto looked at Joey, trying to breath again. A small blush had appeared on his cheeks, but he said nothing, turning to look out the window.
Yugi waited a moment, hoping they would get some sort of comment from Seto. When it became obvious that Seto was not going to say anything, he looked back at the blushing Joey. "Your turn."
Joey looked up at Ryou. "Hate ta pick on ya buddy, but ya haven’ gone since da firs; time. Truth or dare?"
Ryou looked thoughtful. "Dare," he said softly.
Joey blinked. From Ryou he would have expected a truth. "Um, okay. Ya have ta pick one person in dis room, an it can’t be Bakura, an it can’t be me. Go inta dat closet," he said pointing too the coat closet by the door. It was easily large enough for two people if you were good friends. "An ya don’ have ta do anything, but ya have ta throw yer underwear out here, an stay in dere fer seven minutes."
Ryou’s eyes widened. He turned and looked at Bakura, as if asking for permission. Bakura shrugged and attempted to look as if he didn’t care. Ryou climbed out of his lover’s lap. "Yugi?" he asked.
Yugi nodded, standing and following Ryou towards the closet. He let Ryou in first. Turning, Yugi smirked at Yami before shutting the closet door.
It was dark inside the closet, as Yugi dropped his pants. He could hear Ryou doing the same. A moment later, two pairs of boxers dropped out the crack in the closet door, and then the crack snapped shut.
*****
Glaring at the closed door, Yami kept a very close watch on his bond with Yugi. He sensed impatience from his hikari. Suddenly, faint surprise washed over Yugi, then reluctance, then acceptance. And Yami was cut off, he could sense no more.
Yami was shocked at first. A low moan sounded from inside the closet. He jumped to his feet. I’m hearing things. The sound came again, louder this time, causing Bakura to sit up straight in his chair. No I’m not.
Growling, Yami ran over to the closet and threw the door open, and was shocked by the site that met his eyes.
*****
Now that both boys had pulled thpantpants back on, Ryou leaned over to whisper in Yugi’s ear. "You know, we could really piss off your Yami."
In the very faint light, he could see Yugi’s eyes widen in surprise. "Ryou, I-"
Ryou covered his mouth. "He felt you be surprised, and reluctant, now accept and cut him off. We don’t need to do anything. Let his mind fill the gaps."
Yugi grinned, finally understanding. He cut Yami off, and Ryou pulled away to lean on the opposite closet wall. Closing his eyes, he moaned softly.
"A little louder Ryou," Yugi whispered. Ryou complied, and the pounding of feet was heard. The door was thrown open, letting in light.
*****
Yugi stood leaning against the wall, completely clothed, minus his underwwhicwhich were on the floor, but that wasn’t outwardly apparent. His arms were crossed and he was glaring at Yami. "So, you’re allowed to kiss another man, but I'm not?"
Yami was shocked again, unable to complete a sentence. "I-, Yugi, I mean, I-."
Yugi suddenly grinned, and it was then that Yami realized he had been tricked. He stopped stuttering, finally actually seeing Ryou, who was bent over in laughter on the other side of the closet. "You little sneak," he shook his head. "I should have known."
Yugi stepped out of the closet and into his yamarmsarms. "Yes you should have," he said softly kissing Yami on the nose.
Ryou looked up at Joey. "Do we have to stand in here in the dark for another five minutes?" Joey shook his head. "Good." Ryou pushed Yugi the rest of the way out of the closet, bent down to pick up his underwear, and shut the closet door again. A moment later he emerged, and Yugi popped back in.
Ryou settled back down in Bakura’s lap. "Now, Seto, truth or dare?"
"Truth," Seto said quickly. He didn’t think he would be able to handle a dare like that with Joey.
Ryou’s shoulders fell in disappointment. "You’re no fun. Alright then, Seto. Are you a virgin?"
Every head turned to look at Seto as every person present realized they really didn’t know thewer wer to this question.
Seto blushed. "Ah, yes, and no."
"What do you mean yes and no?" Bakura spat. "Have you had sex or not?"
"Well, ah, yes."
"Then why did you say no?"
"I’ve never had sex with a guy."
They blinked. "You had sex with a girl?" Yami exclaimed, catching Seto off guard.
"Hey, I’m not gay!" Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Joey’s eyes go wide in shock, the color draining out of his face before being quickly replaced as he flushed. "I’m bi," Seto added quickly, before Joey could get the wrong idea.
"So what was she like?" Ryou asked, leaning forward.
"Ryou!" Joey exclaimed.
"Aw, come on, Joey, I wanna know. Tell us Seto, who was she, how’d it happen?"
Seto ran a hand through his hair. "She was my secretary," he muttered. They sat and waited for him to continue. "I found out later she was just trying to get a pay raise. I fired her." He shrugged. "I guess you could say she seduced me. She was really pretty, I was fifteen, she was eighteen." He avoided their eyes.
"Seto," Yugi said quietly. "She stole your virginity?"
Seto nodded, not looking up. Joey was caught, he didn’t know what to do. He wanted nothing more then to go over there and comfort Seto, but didn’t know if the stolid boy would let him#9;C#9;Casually, Yami reached behind Joey, and shoved him off the couch toward the chair in which Seto sat. Tripping over his feet, Joey fell, right into the surprised Seto’s lap.
Joey glared hard at Yami, before looking sheepishly up into Seto’s sapphire eyes. "Sorry," he muttered
Seto smiled. "No problem puppy, though I hadn’t realized you were such a lapdog.
Joey’s mahogany eyes darkened to chocolate, but then his face broke in a smile. "I guess I can’t pound ya fer callin’ me tha anymore."
Yugi watched anxiously as Joey and Seto stared into each other’s eyes. They remained like that for a very long moment. Suddenly Joey coughed into his hand to end the silence and stood up, taking his seat back on the couch.
Yugi groaned inwardly. /They are impossible!/
Yami chuckled into his mind. //They are fine, koi, give it time.//
"Seto, go," Yugi growled, something that was very unlike him.
"Okay then Yugi, truth or dare?"
"Dare," he responded without a pause. He was in a rather bad mood, and that made him courageous.
Seto thought on it for a long moment. A look crossed his face. Standing and motioning for Yugi to fallow, he walked out of the room. A few minutes later, they returned, Yugi with a slight pink tinge on his cheeks.
"Um, my dare takes some time. So, while we’re waiting, let’s make dinner, okay? Joey, you like to cook, you take over, we’ll help."
Joey and Seto started to prepare dinner. Joey was cooking, but Seto knew the kitchen, and had to help him find supplies. They reached for the salt at the same time, causing their hands to connect. It was a classic as they both blushed, and smiled, then looked away. Yugi growled under his breath.
/A perfect opportunity for Seto to grab him and kiss him senseless, but no./
//Why has this got you so worked up, Aibou?//
/I just want Joey to be happy./
Yugi and Ryou were setting the table. Yugi looked up at the chocolate eyed boy and blushed slightly. He cut Yami discretely out of his mind. "Ryou?" he asked under his breath. Ryou looked at him questioningly. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
Confused, Ryou nodded, following Yugi out of the kitchen. Yugi led them down the hallway into Seto’s room. "Yugi, what’s wrong?" Ryou asked.
Yugi started to shut the door, but on second thought left it open a few inches. Blushing hotly, he turned to face Ryou.
*****
Seto watched as Yugi and Ryou walked of tof the room. Distracted, the knife he had been cutting onions with slipped, slicing his finger. He swore loudly, hiding his finger in his other palm.
"What is it Seto?" Joey asked.
"I cut myself. Yami, Bakura, there’s a first aid kit in the bathroom connected to my room. Could you two run nd gnd get it quick? Damit, it’s bleeding pretty bad."
Yami nodded quickly, grabbing Bakura, and dragging him out of the room.
*****
Yugi walked over and stood in front of Ryou, breaking their eye contact, and looking at the floor. "Ryou, we’ve been friends for a really long time right?"
"Yes," he answered slowly.
"And we should tell each other everything, right?" He waited for Ryou to answer.
"Yes."
"Well, there’s something that I've been meanto tto tell you for a very long time, and I thought this trip would be perfect."
*****
Quickly, Yami led Bakura down the hall. It wasn’t until then that he wondered just why he needed Bakura’s help to get the first aid kit. He dropped Bakura’s arm as they reached the door, but voices from inside caused him to pause before he opened it.
It was Ryou and Yugi. What were they doing back here? Curious, he forgot Seto’s injury for a moment, as did Bakura, and they leaned toward the crack in the door to listen.
"... thought this trip would be perfect. Ryou, I-, I find you very attractive. In fact, I’ve been attracted to you since before I met Yami. I’ve tried to ignore it, but I just can’t anymore."
Yami felt the color fall out of his face, as his heart fell out of his chest. Bakura just looked confused. "Ryou, I know you have Bakura, but just once, can, could I kiss you?"
There was a stunned pause from Yami, Bakura, and Ryou. "Y- Yugi, I- I don’t know what to say-"
"Once Ryou, just once, so I could remember it, please. I want you so bad."
"I, guess, just once-"
There was a loud bang as Bakura slammed the door open, causing Ryou and Yugi to turn, and stare wide eyed.
"I’m going to pound you to a pulp!" Bakura screamed, advanced towards Yugi who backed away with fear all over his face.
"You will not!" Yami shouted, jumping in between Bakura and his hikari.
Bakura stopped short, staring at Yami with wild eyes. "He just admitted he loves my hikari! And yet you still defend him?"
"I love him," answered the heartbroken Yami. "And I will continue to do so no matter if he loves me or not."
Yugi was torn between bursting into laughter or bursting into tears. In then end, he managed to do both, falling to the ground, laughing and crying. Shocked, the other three turned to look at him. "It was a dare!" he managed to get out between sobs/laughs. Controlling himself, he sat up, smiling with tears running down his face. "Seto dared me to tell Ryou I wanted him, and let you two overhear it."
Yugi looked up at Ryou. "I love you to death, Ryou, but I do not want you. I am touched, however, that you would have let me kiss you."
"I can’t BELIEVE you would have let him kiss you!"
"He’s my friend!" Ryou shouted back. "I know what it feels like to think the one you love doesn’t return your feelings. When I thought you hated me, do you know what one kiss would have meant to me, even if you didn’t want it?" Ryou looked at Yugi. "I am very glad that it isn’t true though."
Yami fell to the floor beside Yugi. Yugi looked up at him. "I love you more now then ever, Yami. I can’t believe you would do that for me."
Yami smiled. "I would do anything for you, koi."
"Forgive me?"
"You I forgive. Seto, I do not." Yugi jumped on Yami, surprising him, and hugging him hard.
"I love you so much!" And he stopped blocking Yami from his mind, reassuring him that it was in fact true.
*** "Seto, lemme see." Joey walked over, and pulled Seto’s finger out of his hand. There wasn’t any blood, there wasn’t any cut. He looked up at Seto’s face in question.
"Shhh, listen." At that moment, Bakura started to yell.
Once Seto had explained what he had done, Joey shook his head. "Yami’s gonna kill ya."
"He’ll want to, but he won’t. Besides, it’s nice to hear them having some problems for once, even if it only lasted a moment. They never fight, it’s aggravating."
*****
Looking around the room, Yugi noticed something. They had left Joey and Seto in the kitchen alone.
Grinning, he set out down the hall, quickly but silently. He signaled for the other’s to remain where they were. Peeking around the corner, he couldn’t believe his eyes.
His shoulders slumped. They were both cooking! Hardly noticing that they were alone together for the first time since this morning! /THEY ARE IMPOSSIBLE!/
//Don’t yell, I’m in your head, I can hear you.//
Yugi growled, stomping out into the kitchen, and plopping in a chair. Seto looked up at him. "They aren’t mad at you, are they?"
"No, but we’re all mad at you," Yugi responded, "for various reasons," he added under his breath.
Yugi’s bad mood lingered throughout the surprisingly silent meal. When the meal was over, Yugi broke the silence. "Joey, truth or dare?"
Joey stood up, and motioned for them to all move back into the sitting room, leaving the dishes where they were for the time being. "Dare," he answered, sitting down in his seat on the couch.
"GO FUCK SETO!" Yugi yelled, frustration finally getting the better of him. The five other boys stared. Yugi blushed suddenly, realizing what he had just said. "Or, um, give him a lap dance," he added sheepishly.
Seto, sitting in his chair, grew rather stiff. "Ah, Yug, are ya sure?"
"We know you know how," Ryou said smiling. "We went over it this morning."
"Ya, but," Joey shrugged. "Aw hell, like it can get any worse den it already has." He stood up, and walked over to Seto.
Seto bit his tongue. If Joey didn’t stop moving like that... He took a deep breath, and though it eased the pressure growing in his chest, it did nothing for the pressure growing in other areas. Growling deep in his throat, he reached out, large hands taking hold of Joey’s slender waist. He pulled the smaller boy down into his lap, and in a husky voice spoke into his ear.
"Hey puppy, what do you say we continue this in the room, hmm?"
Joey shivered in response to the spoken invitation, but nodded anyway. Yugi watched them walk out of the room with his mouth falling open. There was the sound of a door closing, and locking.
"Well, guys, I’d say this game is over. I told you they were fine Aibou."
*****
Bakura ran the now damp towel over the wet dish. "How did we get stuck doing dishes?"
Ryou made a sound that acknowledged that he had heard Bakura, but didn’t answer him. He plunged another dirty dish down into the soapy water. Humming, he washed it happily. "How can you be in such a good mood while cleaning?"
Ryou looked up at him. "I got to see you in those clothes all day long. And not only that, but I’m looking forward to seeing you out of them."
Bakura blinked. "Ryou, water makes you crazy. The beach, the rain, the shower, and even dishes. I don’t get it."
"Water makes you grumpy. ‘Till I cheer you up, anyway." He pushed the rest of the dishes into the water. "These can soak until morning. Let’s go to bed."
*****
Yami dropped the last of his clothing on the floor. He waited for a moment for the water to reach the correct temperature before stepping into the shower. The water was relaxing. It had been a stressful day. What else could be expected when they were trapped inside?
Yami began to lather his hair, when a pair of small arms circled around his waist. Surprised, he jerked around to look into a pair of big amethyst eyes. "Yugi, what are you doing?" Not that he minded.
Yugi smiled sweetly. "I’ve been really evil to you today, and I want to make it up to you."
It never ceased to amaze Yami how Yugi could look so innocent and talk so, dirty. "You haven’t been evil, koi, but I can’t find it in my power to object."
"Then don’t."
*****
Joey moved up against Seto, snuggling closer into the warmth and safety his lover provided. "Hey Set?" he whispered into the darkness.
"Hmm?" Seto asked, the blessed sleep of exhaustion already starting to claim him.
"Ya know wha’ I like even more den ya sleepin’ in silk pants?"
"What?"
"Ya sleepin’ in no pants."
***** Day Three *****
Yugi woke up early. It had stopped raining. He cheered silently, his plan would work. Being very careful not to wake Yami, he slipped out from under the blankets.
He opened the door very softly, and moved out into the hall. He walked over to Bakura and Ryou’s room, and slowly opened the door.
Bakura was a tomb raider, and therefore a light sleeper, and therefore Yugi couldn’t help but wake him up.
"What do you want?" Bakura growled, sitting up. This woke Ryou, who looked up, and blinked sleepily at Yugi.
"I need Ryou’s help for something."
"Does this something involve you kissing him?"
"No!"
"Bakura," Ryou said sitting up and yawning. "Get over yourself. Go back to sleep."
"I’ll return him unmolested, I promise."
"See to it that you do," Bakura grumbled, laying back down. Still yawning, Ryou dressed quickly and followed Yugi out the door.
"What are we doing, Yugi?"
Yugi grabbed two very large shovels from the pile of beach toys.
*****
As Joey slowly drifted awake, the first thing he became aware of way the glorious, and gloriously naked, Seto behind him. Memories of the night before were still fresh, and he smiled contentedly. Seto still had an arm wrapped around him. Joey shifted closer, causing Seto to wake up slowly.
Joey grabbed the sheet, and pulled it over his head, giggling. Seto opened his eyes, and looked down at the mound if the covers that was Joey. "Oh no," he whispered. "Oh where, oh where has my little dog gone?" Joey giggled again, something he only did when he was in a very good mood. "Oh where, oh where can he be? With his hair cut short and his d-"
"Seto!"
"-cut long. Where oh where could he be?"
"Come find me."
Seto reached up, and pulled the sheets down to reveal Joey’s smiling face. "Morning, Pup."
"Don’ call me dat," Joey said, before leaning up to kiss Seto.
"Mmm," Seto said once the broke apart. "I think I will. Pup. It suits you."
"It does not," Joey growled. He looked up at Seto with big eyes. "Please?"
"See, there you go with puppy eyes, growling, and begging. It suits you. My pup."
Seto kissed Joey, and Joey found his resolve melting. "Well, as long as I’m yer pup," he mumbled against Seto’s lips.
*****
Yugi followed Ryou inside and pulled the door shut behind him. "There’s a linen closet in the back of the hall, Yugi. I’m sure there’s a sheet you can use in there."
"Thank you so much, Ryou. How can I repay you?"
Ryou ran a hair through his hair. "Normally, I would tell you to forget about it, but I didn’t get a chance to finish the dishes last night, and right now I really need a shower."
"Consider it done. I want to wait a while before I wake Yami anyway."
"Thank you."
"You deserve it. Go shower, I know sand irritates your skin."
Ryou walked back into his and Bakura’s room. Bakura was still asleep, tangled in the sheets on the bed. "Kura?" Ryou asked. He never dared to use that name rontront of people. Bakura would beat him senseless.
"Hmm?"
"I’m really sandy, so I’m going to go take a shower."
"Whatever," came the grumpy reply.
Ryou stood there for another moment. "Do you want to join me?"
"No."
Ryou rolled his eyes, stripping off his clothing as he made his way towards the bathroom. "Boys! I am so glad I’m the girl in this relationship."
"I’m glad too!" came a shout from the bed. "I like being on top!"
"Bull Bakura, you just like to hold me down."
Bakura’s face popped into the bathroom. "Have you ever seen how incredibly hot you are when you’re being held down and thrashing?"
Ryou chuckled as hrnedrned on the water.
*****
Yami’s eyes blinked slowly open, but all he met was darkness. He sat up quickly. //Yugi!// He didn’t like the dark. It was too much like being in the puzzle.
"I’m right here, Yami," Yugi said, wrapping his arms around his lover.
"I can’t see!" Yami’s hands flew up to his eyes. They met a soft black material, and only then did he realize he was blindfolded.
"Shh," Yugi soothed. "I want to surprise you. Now get up for me." Yami untangled himself from the sheets and stood up. Yugi pressed a robe into his hands, which he pulled on.
"Aibou, I don’t like this."
"Trust me, please?" Yami nodded, calming slightly. Yugi was right here, there was nothing to worry about.
Small hands took hold of his waist, and propelled him forward. Yami let himself be led, putting complete trust in his hikari. The hands tightened, and pulled him back, keeping him from taking another step. One hand let go and reached around him. He heard the door open. The hand returned to his side, and he was led forward, and then to the right.
Yami knew they reached the kitchen when he felt the tile under his feet. "Can I look now?"
Yugi chuckled. "No, not yet."
They reached the sitting room. The ground was carpet. Yugi’s hand left his side again, and he heard another door open. "We’re going outside?" Yami exclaimed.
"Trust me, Yami."
Yami nodded, allowing Yugi to lead him out onto the porch. "Okay, Yami, three inches from your right foot is the first step. I’m going to let go and stand in front of you. Step down slowly." Yami took the step with care, while Yugi’s hands held tight to his waist from the front. "Perfect. Next one. Good. Another. One more. Last one. Great, you’re on the ground." He moved back behind Yami again and started to lead him foreword. A few feet later, Yugi stopped him again.
Yami felt Yugi take his hand, and place it down on the wall. "Here’s the wall, Yami, can you get over it?"
"I can get over it, but can you chibi ichi?"
His answer was the sound of Yugi pulling himself up, and landing in the sand on the other side. Yami pulled himself up onto the wall. Getting here was no problem, but now he would have to jump off.
"Don’t jump, Yami, sit down, and I’ll slide you off." Yami nodded. He knew the sand was there, but it was still frightening to jump when you couldn’t see.
"This better be good, koi," Yami muttered as he felt sand under his feet.
"Oh, I think you’ll like it." He started to lead Yami, but he couldn’t tell in which direction, because he was all turned around now. Yugi held him still, telling him to stop. "We’re here, but don’t look yet." Yugi’s hands left his waist, leaving Yami feeling alone. He couldn’t tell by noise what Yugi was doing. He could hear the waves crashing some distance away.
Yugi was behind him again, untying the blindfold. The bright sun made Yami’s eyes water, and it took a moment of adjustment before he was able to see. Looking down, he saw a very large hole in the sand, already half covered with a sheet.
Shocked, he looked at Yugi, who smiled at him. "I wanted to finish making it up to you."
"Yugi, I, you didn’t have to do this."
"Oh, but I wanted to. Get in." Carefully, Yami climbed down into the large hole, before reaching up to help Yugi down. Once in the hole, Yugi finished pulling the sheet the rest of the way across, dimming the bright morning light.
Yami smiled at him. "I don’t deserve you."
Yugi blushed slightly. For several moments neither said a word. "When we get home," Yami spoke suddenly through heavy breathing. "I’m going to chain you to the wall."
*****
Joey lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling. Seto was on his side, propped up with one arm, looking down on Joey, and using his other hand to trace lazy patterns on the blonde’s bare chest.
"We have to go home today," Joey said sadly.
"Not until the afternoon though."
Joey looked into Seto’s eyes, apprehension flooding his face. "When, when we get home, does this have to end?"
Seto blinked. "Why would you think that?"
Joey blushed, looking away. "Well, you have to keep up appearances. You always have reporters following you anymore. You have to be a role model for Mokuba. I’m sure he doesn’t know."
"Joey, stop." Seto turned Joey’s face so he was forced to look him in the eyes. "I don’t give a damn about appearances. The reporters can go to hell. As for Mokuba, he’s the one that made me admit that I had feelings for you. He knew it before I did. And besides," he added, his voice softening. "I love you, and nothing else matters."
Joey felt his heart jump into his throat. "I- Say it again please."
Seto smiled, bending down to kiss Joey’s forehead. "I love you."
"I love you too."
"I know."
*****
Ryou walked out of the bathroom, and looked up at Bakura, who was just finishing dressing by adding his collar. "You look amn amn sexy like that," Ryou said enviously.
Bakura looked up at Ryou, who had a towel fastened around his waist. "You look pretty damn sexy like that." Ryou laughed softly, digging into his suitcase for fresh clothing. "So what did Yugi want this morning?"
"He needed help digging a hole."
Bakura rolled his eyes. "I suppose that means Yami will be asking to borrow my chains soon."
"Oh, be nice Bakura. He’s just showing him how much he loves him." His voice was aggravated, as he threw shirts around his suitcase with more force then necessary. Bakura’s eyebrows raised. He walked over to his hikari, looking over his shoulder.
"Can’t find something?"
"I’m fine," Ryou growled, picking a random shirt.
Bakura grabbed Ryou’s hands, and forced the shorter boy to turn and look at him. "You know I love you, right?"
Ryou looked down at the floor. "I know that," he said softly. He shook his head. "I know that. It’s just, it’s nice to hear it once in a while. Like yesterday, when you did this," Ryou said tracing one of Bakura’s armbands. "You even admitted you were in pain, something you never do. You were going though all that for me, and yet, you never said it. Sometimes it feels like it’s all about sex. Never mind, I’m just being stupid." Ryou tried to pull away, but Bakura held him still.
Bakura leaned in, and started sucking lightly on the skin just below Ryou’s ear. Ryou stopped trying to move. Bakura moved his mouth up to Ryou’s ear. "I love you,"
"I know."
"I love you," he repeated. "I may be an insensitive pain in the ass, and if I were you, I’d beat the shit out of me, but I still love you. I can’t understand how somebody like you would put up with an ass like me."
Ryou smiled at his yami. "Because when you do say things like that, you mean it."
*****
Seto shut the trunk with a snap. "Are you sure you don’t mind, Yami?"
"Mind? No. I’d love to drive. Yugi sits up front with me though."
"I’ll see you all later." In a flash, Bakura was gone, merging with Ryou. Ryou, Seto, and Joey crawled into the back seat, while Yugi got up front with Yami. There was enough room for Bakura to sit with up front too, but it would have meant separating him from Ryou.
Joey and Seto seemed to have forgotten that such a thing as seat belts existed. Seto was sitting sideways in the seat, taking up both his and Joey’s seat, which really didn’t matter, as Joey was sitting on top of him. They seemed to be fighting a war with their tongues.
"Ryou, on second thought, why don’t you sit up here?" Nodding, Ryou climbed over the seat to sit beside Yugi. "I’ll watch over you if you want to leave."
Ryou looked up gratefully, then leaned back and relaxed.
Yami started the car, and Yugi snuggled up against him. Joey and Seto were now taking up the whole back seat. Ryou’s eyes had clouded over, which meant that he had retreated to his, or more likely Bakura’s, soul room.
Yugi enjoyed the silent ride home through the late afternoon sun, the wind in his hair. He and Yami didn’t speak, but it didn’t matter. Their link was completely open, and they could follow each other’s thoughts if they felt the desire to do so.
Before too long, they arrived home, slowing and stopping beside Tristan and Tea, who appeared to be waiting for them. Tea ran up to the side of the car. "Did you guys have fun?" (Yami Ykarzel: DIE DIE DIE!!! Hikari Ykarzel: Yami...)
"We had a blast," Yugi answered, smiling.
"What’s wrong with Ryou?" she asked.
"He’s in his soul room. I expect he’ll be back soon."
"Where’s Joey?" Tristan asked, approaching the car. (Yami Ykarzel: DIE DIE DIE!!! Hikari Ykarzel: Shut it!)
Grinning, Yugi pointed to the back seat, where Joey was still eating Seto’s face. Tristan looked over the side of the car, his eyes going wide. "Oh God."
"You didn’t know he was gay either then?" Yugi asked, climbing out of the car. Tristan shook his head, still shocked.
Yami reached in the back seat, grabbing Joey’s shoulder and yanking him away from Seto. "We’re here," he told the two boys when they glared. Joey grinned sheepishly, climbing off Seto and getting out of the car, blushing when he saw Tea and Tristan staring at him.
Seto jumped over the edge of the car, landing on the sidewalk. "Set, ya always tell me ta use da door," Joey scolded, grinning.
Seto snaked his arms around Joey’s waist, pulling him closer, and bending down to speak into his ear. "Want to spend the night at my place, Pup?"
"Mmmhmm," Joey answered, closing his eyes and smiling at the shivers Seto’s voice sent down his spine.
Ryou blinked suddenly, looking around, and getting out of the car.
Yugi looked over at Joey and Seto. "Seto, my house is only a block from here. We can walk there from here, and then I’ll take Ryou and Bakura home. Let us get our bags, then you two can leave now."
Seto looked up, "You don’t mind?"
"Nah, go ahead. I’m sure Mokuba’s waiting to see you, and I’m sure he will be overjoyed to see Joey."
"That’s an understatement. Let me pop the trunk. While they’re getting their stuff, Pup, let’s go over what we do and do not do in front of my brother."
Joey rolled his eyes, but leaned against the car to listen. Tea covered her ears with her hands, trying to get the pictures out of her head. Yugi giggled as Seto elaborated on what was considered ‘appropriate’ touching.
Yami shut the trunk again, just as Seto finished his list. "Have ya eva considered sendin’ Mokuba ta boardin’ school?" Joey asked hopefully. At Seto’s death glare, he grinned. "I’m jus’ kiddin’. I won’ corrupt yer brotha, Set, I promise."
Seto opened the door to the front seat, climbing in front of the wheel. "A word to the wise, Joey," Tristan said as he opened the passenger side for his friend. "Try not to distract him while he’s driving."
"I’ll try," Joey said with a grin. "I don’ know how successful I’ll be," he finished as the car started. He leaned over and whispered something into Seto’s ear.
"Are you trying to kill us?" Seto squeaked. Joey chuckled, pulling away from Seto, and fastening his seat belt. As the car drove away, Bakura appeared, causing both Tea and Tristan to stare.
"What happened to you?" Tristan asked, referring to Bakura’s change in appearance.
Bakura grinned. "Just making my hikari happy." Ryou blushed. Bakura bent over, picking up both his bags and Ryou’s. "Let’s go, I want to get home. Sex in the soul room just isn’t the same."
Tea blanched, covering her ears again. "We’ll walk you to Yugi’s," Tristan said, ignoring Bakura’s comment.
"Hey Bakura," Yami said. "Do you have any chains I can barrow?" Yugi flushed deep red.
Tea looked at Tristan. "I’m so glad we decided not to go." He nodded.
***** End *****
Hikari Ykarzel: Okay everybody! Get out your Yami! The author’s note starts now, cause I wanna post!
Az: Did somebody say Yami?
Yami Ykarzel: Here it goes...
Hikari Ykarzel: First I get to say all the crap about who you guys are and why you are here... Shadowed Halo, Hilde7085, and Lady Rose are my very best friends! Azzy is Halo’s yami. She has a male yami, she is intelligent.
Yami Ykarzel: Hey!
Hikari Ykarzel: Sim is Hilde’s yami, and he is also male. Smart Hilde. Sim and Hilde could not be here, very sorry.
Yami Ykarzel: You know you love me as a girl. You don’t need another guy in your head...
Hikari Ykarzel: Hehe. You know I love you yami. Dark Rose is Lady Rose’s yami. They can be found at their full pen name Dark Lady Rose, but they haven’t written anything yet... Shadowed Halo is also a pen name, but she hasn’t posted... I’ve read it though and it’s really good! So now you know who everybody is, and now I ask everybody to introduce themselves. Everybody, introduce yourselves...
Dark Rose: I can’t believe I’m doing this.
Halo: Um, hi!
Lady Rose: Hello!
Dark Rose: ......Hi.
Lady Roes: Oh, lighten up!
Azzy: Hehehe! Time to come out and annoy all the readers!
Halo: Az, stop making a moron out of yourself -.-’
Yami Ykarzel: You should all know me by now...
Hikari Ykarzel: ^_^"
Az: But not me!
Lady Rose: Or me!
Hikari Ykarzel: So, yeah, this is everybody. Everybody, please claim your ideas...
Dark Rose: I don’t want to claim anything in this story!
Lady Rose: It’s all my doing!
Halo: Hee! I wanna claim Ryou and Bakura! (But that’s just cuz they’re mine.)
Azzy: Are all y?
H?
Halo: Well, ... I suppose I could share...
Lady Rose: Between me and my dark half, I did all the planning for this story. Dark Rose just came along for the ride.
Yami Ykarzel: Yeah, I know the feeling.
Hikari Ykarzel: Lady Rose, you have a bunch of things in here...
Az: Do I?
Lady Rose: I’m responsible for Yami’s hole.
Yami Ykarzel: Actually, that originated from a sick fantasy of mine...
Hikari Ykarzel: But it was Lady Rose’s idea to use it!
Halo: The phrase ‘pick on the puppy day’ is all mine! And the idea to shove two people in a closet and make then throw their clothes out...
Lady Rose: The oatmeal licking was me. And Bakura’s swim shorts. And burying Bakura in the sand.
Hikari Ykarzel: See, Rose and I came up with the idea for this story together. Credit should be given completely to her.
Dark Rose: That’s what she thinks.
Lady Rose: I do not think I did everything!
Yami Ykarzel: You wrote it Hikari.
Hikari Ykarzel: Yea, I spose, but Rose did most of it. Well, the chains were my best one.
Shadowed Halo: But Hilde and I are the reason you kept writing; so you could bring it in to school and see our faces everyday.
Hikari Ykarzel: VERY TRUE. Hehe, my science class thinks you guys are crazy.
Lady Rose: I’m actually responsible for very little.
Hikari Ykarzel: OMG, you are the whole reason the story exists.
Dark Rose: Who is she kidding?! She just wants you to say things like that to make her feel better about herself!
Lady Rose: Oh shut up.
Yami Ykarzel: You know, I think I kinda like you, Dark Rose.
Dark Rose: Thanks.
Yami Ykarzel: And seeing how I hate Az, that’s kinda odd. Maybe it’s cause you are the other female yami.
Az: *growl* Well, I don’t care, so nyah!
Shadowed Halo: Be nice dumbass, they already don’t like you.
Az: Then what’s the point of trying?
Hikari Ykarzel: My yami doesn’t really hate you.
Dark Rose: I only like Yami Ykarzel
Shadowed Halo: Poor Hikari...
Lady Rose: Dark Rose, didn’t I tell you to shut it?!
Hikari Ykarzel: It’s okay, Rose likes me, and Halo likes me, I don’t need their yamis.
Az: We should start a peggy hater club.
Hikari Ykarzel: Well that was ry ray random. But speaking of clubs! We are starting the CAA!! What is the CAA you ask? Citrus Addicts Anonymous! I am the president, just um, because I’ve been reading lemons since I was eleven. Rose is the vice president, just cause, she is. Halo is the secretary, cause she writes them the best!!!! If you want to join, send me and E-mail with your name and AGE. The main point is to find out that no, you are not sick if you are under seventeen and reading lemons... I am kinda considering a sequel to this if you liked it. It will really have very little to do with the beach, it would just mostly be about what happens to Seto and Joey after this, so let me know if you want it. Let me know if you want me to make Yami write the missing scenes. There are like, twelve missing lemons... I’m also working on a fluffy little thing called Chocolate. But we’re outta here. Say goodbye everybody.
Lady Rose: Bye bye.
Black Rose: Thank God, let’s leave.
Shadowed Halo: Bye everybody, please don’t associate me with Az.
Az: Hey, you know what? I- *Shadowed Halo yanks him away from the computer*
Shadowed Halo: Let’s just assume that he was going to say goodbye.
Yami Ykarzel: Thank God they’re gone.
Hikari Ykarzel: Shut up Yami.
Yami Ykarzel: Don’t tell me to shut up!
Hikari Ykarzel: What crawled up your ass today?
Yami Ykarzel: YOU’VE BEEN IGNORING ME!
Hikari Ykarzel: Awww, I’m sorry. I gotta go apologize. She really does love me, she just won’t admit it. Please review, they make my day!