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: a lil sadness…a lil gladness. *sigh* Ryou


The Time In Between

Seto swallowed a handful of aspirin and rubbed his forehead. He couldn’t believe he still had a headache. Luckily, the July heat couldn't get to him in his million dollar estate.

After inviting more than fifty of his so called friends, Mokuba’s party* had lasted until midnight. All the noise, all the screams, all the complaints. Why did he have fan girls under the age of sixteen?

He’d signed autograph after autograph, dueled almost all of the boys, and then had to suffer through Mokuba opening his mountain of presents. By then he’d been on the very of snapping, but he’d kept smiling. And Bakura was no where to be found.

“I’m not coming to some god damned toddler birthday party! Fuck you, I’m going back home. And don’t call me you bastard!

Bastard. One of Bakura’s new favorite words and it hadn’t been said lovingly. Today was day three and Bakura still hadn’t called. As much as he wanted to, Seto Kaiba refused to be cussed out on the phone. So instead, he called for his maid to close the blinds and to tell everyone he was taking a mental health day.

No one was about to see him sulking like a school girl.

****

Yami and Yugi sat in the Game Shop, bored to tears. Grandpa was at a convention half way around the world with his girlfriend and ordered the two of them to watch the shop. It wouldn’t have been so bad, if the air conditioner hadn’t broken.

Yami heard the door chime and peeled his cheek off the glass counter top, trying to look presentable. Yugi let the spark of interest back in his eyes, brushing his wilting bangs out of his face.

“Hi!” they said together, mustering a gusto they didn’t feel.

The gang of children came up to the counter shot gunning questions and asking to see this or that. When the group was gone, there was sticky residue every where. Ice cream droplets, finger prints, spilled soda. Everything.

Yami groaned and Yugi sighed. “I’ll get the mop.”

A woman bustled in, looking apologetic. “I’m so sorry! I told the kids not to come in here with their treats!”

Yami put on his best grin. “No problem ma’am. It’s our job!”

She bowed and they both bowed back, Yugi hitting his head on the side of the counter, and the woman left. Yami went over to Yugi and held up his face.

“Go get some ice. I don’t need Marik threatening me…”

The spike haired teen shuffled off and Yami got to cleaning up the mess.


Yugi went upstairs and got ice from the fridge, not the least startled to see Bakura and Marik in his living room. The guys looked pissed. He wandered over.

“Guys, why are you here? We don’t have anything to drink.”

Bakura’s cheeks were red and Marik was sweating. “I can’t believe your air conditioner is broken too Chibi! Damn…”

Yugi came to sit next to Marik, the yami pushing him away as proximity made more heat.

“Yugi don’t it’s hot.”

The boy kissed him anyway. “Well…you guys can stay but…”

The pale skinned yami fanned himself. “I’m not good in this weather. I want my old body back. I want my tan back! Give me the scars! I don’t care!”

Marik rolled his eyes and closed them, tank top sticking to his body. “I told him to stay in the house. He’s been complaining all day. He won’t go to Ryou’s and apparently he’s fighting with Kaiba.”

Yugi frowned, still trying to get Marik to hold him. “Marik, you haven’t been by in a week. Please?”

Marik put his arm around the boy. “Why don’t you take off your shirt Chibi.”

The spike haired teen nodded and took off his sleeveless navy blue tee, Bakura doing the same before lying on the floor.

“I want to die…give me rain…”

Yugi laughed and Yami soon came in. “I closed the shop, Grandpa won’t know. I’m going to Amelda’s…until the ac is fixed…see you later…” the spirit disappeared upstairs and wandered back down only to disappear again.

“This sucks…” Yugi whispered.

Marik was dozing off. “Um hn…”

****

Ryou giggled into the phone, wrapping the cord around his fingers. “I thought maybe we could…Oh…Oh okay…No, no…it’s fine Dartz really…well it’s just that you said that last week and…well I know, but you promised just the other day…”

The white haired boy whimpered, looking at a picture of him and Dartz at Kaiba’s pool party.


“Well I know Dartz but just don’t…” he let out a whine, starting to cry. “Well I’m sorry! I’m sorry I said, I didn’t know –I just want to …I know it’s not about sex, it’s just that we haven’t …I’m not acting like a child!...you’re hurting my feelings…”

Ryou listened some more, taking deep breathes as Dartz continued to talk to him. “There’s nothing wrong…I stopped crying…What?! But you said you be by tonight!” he listened more and finally slammed the phone on the receiver, choking out sobs into his pillow.

I know you have to work, but you said we could go! You said we could go to the beach and out to dinner and everything!

****

Malik moaned as Otogi pushed into him, sweat beading his brow. He tried to concentrate on his own passion, but he couldn’t get Otogi’s words out of his mind.

“Some of us have jobs you know? How do you think you get all those pretty things you like? ”

He felt Otogi tense and speed up his thrusts, his own body reacting too soon, white seed shooting onto the both of them. The Dice King finished in Malik and withdrew, heading right for the shower, muttering that he had to get back to work.

Malik laid there, his body cool in the artificial air. Since the summer had begun in full swing, some of the richer members of their crew had to get to work on a more full time basis. Somewhere along the way, Malik had it in his head that Otogi wasn’t some blind work horse.

He was wrong. He heard Otogi enter the room and pass him up, leaving the bed room with out so much of a goodbye. They had more fights now, but Malik didn’t feel any less love.

Someone had to buy his all those pretty things.

Right?

****

When Bakura got off the floor, he grimaced as the wet band of his boxers cooled, touching his hot skin in an unpleasant way. The moans from upstairs told him what was going on, so he left the shop and started walking.

In the hour that passed, he’d managed to slip into two houses and shake down some so called tough guys.

Mother of God was he bored.

Three days without Seto was like three days in the Shadow Realm. Unpleasant and lonely. The thief wondered when his own life had become entangled with the CEO’s.

Probably when I started sleeping over four nights a week and fucking with him at least three times a day.

He thought of Seto’s hands running all over his body, the boy’s usual cool expression alight with passion.

I put that there… the thief thought, conceited. I am indeed a master thief, I’ve stolen his heart!

Just as he’s stolen yours! his conscious murmured, also reminding him that he hadn’t eaten all day.

Bakura rubbed his stomach, lifting his shirt and fanning it. “Too fuckin’ hot…” he muttered to himself, finding shade under a tree. Maybe I’ll just call Seto. I don’t apologize. He’ll come get me, we’ll fuck. It’ll be great.

The thief sighed and stared at his cell phone. He shouldn’t have left his car at home.

****

The noise was infiltrating his dreams. Seto put the pillow over his head and screamed.

What the fuck was Mokuba doing?!

He threw off his covers and shoved his feet in his house slippers. He might be locked up in his room but that did not give Mokuba an excuse to act like he wasn’t home!

He’s lost his mind!

Seto busted in Mokuba’s room about to tell him off when he came upon Mokuba and Espa in an impassioned liplock.

Seto took a deep breath, walked past the two who had since frozen, and turned off the stereo.

“I’m going out Mokuba. Espa.”

Seto left as quickly as he could, snatching up his cell phone as quickly as he could and dialing.

**

Bakura couldn’t stop laughing, even as he saw the limo pull up. Seto stepped out and Bakura got up off the grass, brushing his legs off.

“Hey.”

Seto nodded, crossing his arms. Bakura just shook his head and burst into laughter again.

“ESPA! THE CIRCUS FREAK! GETTING THE FREAK ON WITH MOKUBA!” he doubled over and Seto rolled his eyes.

“They weren’t having sex –”

“NOT YET!” Bakura fell to his knees and started laughing again. “this is too much! I’m gonna die!” he wheezed, still laughing. He crawled over to Seto and pulled at his pant leg.

“S-S-seto!” He laughed, trying to get it down to a giggle. “Seto, Seto, Seto!” Bakura laughed more. “Ya gotta –ow it’s hurting now!”

Bakura kept laughing and Seto just picked him up off the ground and helped him in the limo. Once inside, Bakura calmed down enough for Seto to kiss him.

“Sorry…” the CEO whispered.

“Damn straight…” Bakura ruined the moment by laughing again and Seto rolled his eyes.

“You’re nuts…”

Bakura laughed more. “Your nuts!”

****

Malik smoked a cigarette and leaned against the game shop, his low slung jeans complimenting the half of tank top he was wearing. Many guys and girls alike passed by him, checking him out. He’d even gotten a few offers, but turned the down.

A tribal sun tattoo graced the area around his belly button, a diamond shining in his navel. He felt fingers tweak his side and merely kept smoking.

“What do you need the bike for?”

“Please? I just want to get away.”

Marik leaned next to Malik, an elbow up on the wall. “You’ve been crying. What’s wrong?”

“He’s working. Again. I’m just lonely.”

Marik kissed him on the forehead and stroked his smooth, defined belly. “Want me to kick his ass?”

“No…” the boy whimpered, putting out the cigarette and tearing up. “Ryou called me, crying. He hasn’t seen Dartz in two weeks. Bakura’s fighting with Seto…I wish it was like with you and Yugi. You guys are so great together…”

Marik wiped tears off his hikari’s face. “You okay? We found some popsicles. You love those.”

Malik nodded and they went inside to be greeted by Yugi who was running around in skimpy gym shorts.

“Hi Malik!” He held out his popsicle to Marik who accepted it into his mouth. Yugi laughed, leering at the shirtless yami.

“Yeah…you like doing that don’t you?”

Malik chuckled, sniffling. “You’re so dirty Yugi! Stop hanging out with us!”

The shirtless hikari laughed, taking his popsicle back from Marik’s lips. They quickly found Yugi’s neck and the boy laughed. “Never. I love my pets!”

He ruffled Marik’s spikes and tickled Malik’s stomach. “We were going to try to watch a movie. Want to?”

Malik shrugged and they all went upstairs.

****

Ryou watched his cat run out of the bathroom, toilet tissue in its mouth. The roll came after it and Ryou sighed, merely changing the channel.

“Bad Akefia! Bad cat…” He said without gusto. The kitten was a real handful. If it wasn’t running away to get into alley fights or stealing food from Ryou’s plate, it was clawing things.

It didn’t matter, Ryou loved it and merely got the kitten toys and scratching posts although Akefia still had a liking for curtains.

The kitten came back and pounced on the bed, mewling.

“I fed you baby…” he scratched the top of the cat’s head, smiling when it came to snuggle under his chin.

It was the only snuggling he’d gotten for weeks now.

Ryou sighed and turned off the tv, settling into the darkness of his room. He hadn’t opened the curtains in sometime, didn’t want to.

Dartz… He curled up and closed his eyes, dozing off as the phone began to ring in the other room.

****

Bakura ended the call and let Seto pull him back into the coolness of the bed.

“was he there?” the CEO whispered, nibbling Bakura’s ear.

“No. Probably sleep.” He gave a purr and laid against Seto’s chest. “We’ll try everyone tomorrow.”

“Shoot for next weekend. I want more off time while I can get it. Besides, if I go to the beach house, I won’t have to witness any more of –”

Bakura started chuckling, the sound soon growing to full blown laughter. Seto rolled his eyes.

When they’d gotten home, Mokuba and Espa were making out again, this time right outside of the tv room. Seto just clapped a hand over his eyes while Bakura began cackling like a madman.

“Bakura! Focus! Beach house, next weekend!?”

The yami nodded, still laughing.



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*Courtesy of Home Made Kazoku
*Mokuba's B-day is sometime in July, I decided on July 13th.
*I’ll do a ficlet, prolly not even as long as usual on Mokuba and Espa..*shivers*
*Damn, everyone’s so sad….*sniffles*