Surprises

Disclaimers: I don’t own shit.

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Chapter 2 - Too Drunk to Think

Ryou awoke with his legs twisted up in black silk sheets and an unfamiliar room. He looked around the dark walls, the moonlight shining in through the window that was cracked slightly open. Tree branch shadows decorated the walls, giving off a spooky theme to the already sort of freaky room.

Music played lightly downstairs, filling Ryou’s head with just enough noise to keep him awake. He groaned and unwrapped himself from the sheets, placing his bare feet on the cool floor as he sat up slowly. He rubbed his lower back in where there was a dull throb and stood up, looking around for his clothes.

The silver haired man spotted his pants and snatched them up in one hand, bringing them to his feet and stepping into them. He pulled them up, sipping and buttoning them in one movement. He glanced down at the bed, eyeing the messy shirt with a slight smile on his face.

‘Whoa,’ Ryou thought, suddenly, ‘If I’m happy about having sex with Bakura, I must still be drunk. What the hell...?’

He glanced at a black alarm clock and stared at the red numbers for a brief moment. It read 4:23 a.m. He knew the party was far from over and sighed, walking to the door and opening it, stepping out into the hall to inspect the damage that had been done to his house while he was asleep.

Amazingly enough, the walls and doors were still intact, but there were a few holes in the wall between his and Bakura’s room, looking as if someone had gotten mad and decided to take it out on the wall. Or they could have just been fighting and been too drunk to know where they were hitting. They both made sense to Ryou.

He walked slowly down the hall to the top of the stairs and looked down onto the front room with wide eyes. Blood was in pools at the bottom of the stairs and there was blood spatter on the carpet and furniture. A few groups of people still littered the room, but it had cleared out a lot since the man of the house had gone upstairs.

The stereo thumped softly with “It’s All Good” by Cold. The music defiantly wasn’t the same as when the mosh pit had broke out. Ryou figured that’s when most of the his stuff got the most fucked up. The blood, destroyed walls and furniture, and yet music was still playing.

Ryou sighed and stepped down the stairs, slowly, trying to intake all the damage. He hopped over a rather large puddle of blood at the bottom of the stairs and headed for the kitchen. He pushed the door open and walked inside, stopping to stare at Bakura who had Yami up against the wall with a blade to his neck.

“Bakura,” Ryou spoke, catching the two’s attention, then he looked next to Bakura’s feet where a unconscience Malik laid, “Don’t.”

Bakura scowled and relentlessly threw Yami to the floor next to the Egyptian. He kicked him over and held out his blade which was dripping with fresh blood in front of Yami’s face. He glared at the former pharaoh as he knelt down in front of him, getting directly in his face.

“I don’t ever want to see your face in my house or anywhere near me again,” the former tomb-raider seethed, a dead serious look in his wild eyes. He stood up and licked the blade clean of blood, then kicked at Yami, “Get the fuck out of here. And take your trash with you.” he growled, motioning to Malik with his head, a look of disgust upon his pale face.

Yami pulled himself to his feet and grabbed Malik, limping away as he carried the other man over his shoulder. He staggered passed Ryou and out the kitchen door, heading for the front door of the house. He stopped in the front hallway and looked back to see Bakura walk up to the end of the hallway to send him one last glare.

“Get,” he sneered at him as if he were a worthless dog.

Bakura watched as Yami practically drug himself along with Mali out of the house. He turned around and head back to the kitchen to have Ryou cross his path and stop in front of him. He stared down at the slightly shorter man with a cocked eyebrow, looking more annoyed than concerned.

“What about Marik?” Ryou asked, peering up at the yami with a cocked head.

“What about him?” Bakura snorted as he pushed past Ryou and continued to head to the kitchen, “He’s a big boy, he can take care of his worthless piece of hikari hikari and his whore.”

Ryou followed the dark spirit to the kitchen and hopped up on the counter, grabbing a beer out of the cooler that sat on the counter next to the sink. The ice was half melted, but it still kept the drink cool, so it didn’t bother Ryou either way.

He twisted the cap off of the bottle and took a swig of the liquid, then looked at Bakura who had taken a seat at the table, holding a bottle of whiskey in hand, “What’s wrong, yami?”

Bakura scowled, not looking up from the table, and stayed silent as could be. He tipped his head back and put the bottle of whiskey to his lips, gulping down the alcohol greedily. He finished the bottle and threw it to the side, against the refrigerator, smashing it into several pieces.

Ryou’s brows drew down and he glared at the spirit, “What the hell was that for? Don’t you think this place is trashed enough? It’s your fucking party and you’re being pissy to me when I even fucked you! What the hell is your problem?!”

Bakura stood up so fast that the chair he was in fall to its side and he slammed his fists atop the table, snarling at the other man, “Don’t fuck with me, Ryou! I’m not in the fucking mood for you to pull this bullshit! Don’t make me do something I’ll regret.”

“What the fuck are you going to do, Bakura? Huh, what are you going to do?” Ryou hopped off the counter and stood up straight, “You going to kill me? Fuck you and your little attitude! I let you threw this fucking party and get MY house and MY shit destroyed so you’ll be happy! You don’t even thank me! You fucking treat me like shit when I do everything I can for you!”

“Shut the fuck up, Ryou!” Bakura shouted, shoving the table aside and picking up the fallen chair, slamming it onto the floor, “I will fucking kill you!”

“Go for it!” Ryou screamed, throwing his full beer at the spirit, “Fucking enjoy it too! Enjoy killing yourself you sick and dumb mother fucker! I’ll fucking see you in Hell!”

Bakura stalked up to him and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, slamming his head back into the cabinets and getting straight in his face, seething, “I’ll whip you there with the thick flames as my toys. You fucking little cur.”

Ryou shoved the spirit off of him with much of his upper body strength and grabbed a knife from the steak knife holder that was behind him. He held it out in front of him as some kind of protection and glared at his yami.

Bakura laughed insanely and crossed his arms, looking down at Ryou from under his sliver bangs, “You think that scares me, hikari? You know I always have a blade on me. You fool, I’m the protector, you can’t defend yourself worth shit.”

Ryou sighed and tossed the knife to the ground, shrugging his shoulders as he leaned back against the counter, “What do you want from me? What do you want me to do? I’m tired of this shit. Every time we have a party, you go ballistic on me or the guests. What did I do?”

“I had a right to go ballistic on those bitches!” Bakura quickly defended his actions as if he needed to prove something.

“Why?” Ryou stared at him flatly. He was amazed that he had almost gone into a fight to the death with his yami, then come out sighing again. He knew they had a weird relationship, but things of this magnitude weren’t supposed to be put away so easily.

And the fact that they had slept together didn’t help. Ryou couldn’t help it as the feeling of awkwardness became stronger between he and his yami. They both felt it from each from the link they shared that connected their souls.

“For what they did to you,” Bakura spoke, his voice quieter and calmer, and he wouldn’t meet Ryou’s gaze, “They fucked you over so you came to me to get rid of the pain. I decided to make myself seem useful.”

Ryou stared at him, shocked. Bakura had just admitted to him that he felt useless and felt like he had been cast out like a hated animal that Ryou was allergic to or something of that matter. His gaze softened and he stood up, walking over to the yami and taking his hands in his own.

“Bakura, do you think that the only reason I came to you was a rebound?” Ryou asked, quietly, looking into the spirit’s cold orbs.

“Isn’t it?” Bakura questioned, staring down at him.

“No,” Ryou smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, “I came to you because I know I can trust you and I guess, I discovered some feelings for you tonight that I didn’t even know existed.”

The former tomb-raider seemed to be processing the words through his mind and pondering on them. Ryou couldn’t tell what he was thinking for the spirit cut off his side of link from the hikari.

“You mean... you feel the same way?” Bakura asked, timidly, after awhile, a faint blush upon his pale cheeks. He looked into the other man’s eyes and searched for any deception in them and prepared himself for it.

None showed itself though as Ryou replied, “I love you, Bakura.”

The dark spirit stared at him for a minute, letting realization sink in. He just couldn’t believe that his light, his Ryou, had just said those words to him. He never thought it would have ever happened, not with his luck.

He let a smile grace his lips as he leaned forward and captured the man’s lips in his own in a passionate kiss. He closed his eyes and concentrated on moving his tongue to the beat of the music on the stereo which was currently playing “Just So You Know” by American Head Charge.

They pulled back and Bakura looked over to the counter where the cooler was. He unwrapped himself from Ryou’s embrace and went over to the counter, shifting through the ice, looking down in the bottom of the cooler. He grabbed two beers and turned around, tossing one to Ryou and opening the other for himself.

Ryou caught it easily with a practiced ease, opening it quickly and taking a gulp. He watched Bakura rummage through the cabinets and cocked and eyebrow. The spirit went from all the lower cabinets to the higher ones, growling in frustration when he came up empty handed.

“What are you looking for?” Ryou asked, gulping down more of his beer.

“That bottle of that shit I made,” Bakura mumbled, throwing out empty alcohol bottles out onto the tile floor.

Ryou sighed and sat on the table, laying down, nursing on the beer he held. He laid his head to the side and stared at his wrecked kitchen. He’d have one hell of a time cleaning this place up, just this room.

He finished off his beer and tossed the empty bottle on the floor, closing his eyes until he realized someone on top of him on the table.

“Bakura,” he groaned as he felt the familiar hands run down his chest and turned his head, opening his eyes to be greeted with the trademark hellspawn grin of Bakura’s, “Why should I do anything for you?”

“You don’t have to,” Bakura said, leaning down and nipping at his neck, “Just relax, I can work out your tense muscles.”

Ryou shivered at the words, arching his back up as felt a hand slip inside his pants and grip his hardening shaft. He let out a moan and moved his hips with the hand that was guided him along with the music.

“Return of the Phantom Stranger” by Rob Zombie played, giving the mood a perfect creepy, yet sexy feeling. Bakura loved it; his kind of music, his kind of party, his kind of lover. He ravished the man’s bare chest and smirked every time he elicted a sound of pleasure from his light under him.

Bakura stopped when he heard someone clear their throat from the kitchen doorway. He looked up to glare at whoever it was, but just stared when a violet gaze met his.

“Having fun?” the Egyptian yami asked, leaning against the doorframe.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I am,” Bakura grinned devilishly at him, “Care to join me?”
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