Make Me New
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
9
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63
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Aw Man...
Make Me New
Summary: It’s back! Another tale from the Kimi ga Iru Universe.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh. If I did…*begins to laugh evilly*
Warning: Angsty?
Author’s Note: Ah so....I think I’ve got...two stories going...not three and I owe another one shot in another fandom...it reminds me of the early days...but busier...you remember the old two chapters a day, finish a fic in a week times? ‘Member? You ‘member....
Aw Man...
Yami averted his eyes as Yugi pulled himself away from Marik long enough to get his shirt back into place. He smoothed his hair and crossed his arms, still straddling the boy’s lap.
“What?”
“Don’t fuck on the couch...Aibou.”
“Yami!” he whined, covering his ears. “Not in front of Marik!”
The Egyptian snickered and held Yugi closer, nipping at his t-shirt. “Let’s go upstairs then...Aibou.”
“Nooo!” Yugi whined, getting carried off. “Cursessss!” He hissed, trying to sound sinister and failing when he squeaked as his ass was smacked.
Yami shook his head and went to his own room, turning up the stereo and sitting on his bed. He stared at his robot token plushie and sighed.
“Boo hoo hoo...” he said softly, tears gathering in his eyes. “Yami doesn’t have a boyfriend...” He grabbed his pillow and pressed it to his face, his scream muffled as he began to cry.
****
Bakura held onto to Kaiba’s tie as he kissed him, slipping off the edge of the desk and pressing closer, pulling back for air.
“Ah...I needed that...” he let his eyes slip shut and took another breath. “Damn, you smell good.” He looked at his boyfriend. “You been working since after school?”
Seto took the end of his tie from Bakura and straightened it. “Someone has to.”
“How about a break then? It’s getting dark.”
The brunette ignored him and Bakura chuckled in his ear, kissing it. “Seeeeex...” He moaned zombie-like. “I need seeeeex!”
“Bakura!” Seto snapped.
The thief got up then, smoothing his clothing. “Fine...when should I make an appointment for? Maybe five minutes between the time you get home and the time you start to work? Hm?” He leaned down and growled. “I can make it that fast.” He walked back around the desk then, putting his hands on it.
“Seto. Look at me.”
“I’m busy.”
“Fuck that shit, I’m pissed!”
The blue eyed CEO looked up. “Oh yeah? What’s new?”
Bakura just growled in frustration. “Look...I need...we need to...do something. It’s messing up!”
“What is?” the boy replied cooly, beginning to type again.
The thief just stared at him, astonished. “...This. The whole...Bakura Seto you’re a bastard but I love you thing.”
“There’s no problem. I’m just busy right now.”
Bakura stared at him hard, making fists against the desk. He wanted to scream a million things just right now, but they’d all be ruinous and fucked up and just make him feel bad. He took a deep breath and let it out quietly, staring at the edge of the desk calendar.
“Seto...”
“What?”
The reply didn’t come immediately and Kaiba looked up. Bakura had the oddest look on his face and if he didn’t know better it was as if the Yami was going to cry.
“Please come out with me tonight?”
“I told you. I’m busy.”
“Ha...” came the breathy laugh. “Busy, busy sure. I should be busy too you know...ruining lives and robbing jewelry stores...” He stood up then, smiling and shoving his hands in his pockets. “I’ll be sure to bring you something nice then, hm?”
“Like what?”
Bakura turned away, his face darkening, his eyes tinged red. “A dead kitten...” he muttered.
“What was that?” Seto called, shrugging as the door slammed.
Bakura was barely in the car when he felt a dull flash of pain in his heart. He picked up the phone and pressed the number one speed dial.
“Ryou?”
All he could hear was quick, shallow breathing.
“Fuck it all, go get a paper sack, I’m coming!” He hung up after he heard movement and floored it towards uptown.
**
Ryou was doing his best, he was trying to calm down, he was. He breathed into the bag over and over until it got humid and damp then tossed it aside. He held his head in his hands and leaned over on his knees, pressing his forehead to the floor.
Akefia sat nearby, curious and alarmed and when the front door came open the cat hopped away, zipping towards the bedroom.
“Fuck this shit, Ryou get up.”
The boy shook his head and hugged himself. “No.”
Bakura hauled him up. “Don’t make me ...stab you again. What the fuck? You haven’t done this in years!” He held Ryou’s face and looked into his eyes. “Hikari?”
Ryou’s pupils were dilated, but his breathing was starting to slow.
“Hikari....Bambi, answer me.”
“Yami?”
“That’s right...” Bakura ran a hand through his hair. “Now...ah...I guess I can try and make tea or something and you can tell me what’s wrong.”
“Yami?” the boy said again, lip trembling.
“What?” Bakura sensed something was really wrong, especially when the boy burst into tears.
Ryou clung to Bakura, crying out “Yami, yami yami” over and over.
The Tomb Robber held him close, cursing softly and dealing out threats. “If you even mention Dartz, I’m castrating his ass with my personal knife...then I’ll make him eat his own -”
Ryou wailed and Bakura decided he’d keep his plans to himself. He rubbed the boy’s back. “It’s alright...”
****
Malik stared at the ceiling, his arm around a sleepy, purring Otogi. The business owner was recovering from a hard afternoon and a hard Malik.
The raven haired boy whimpered suddenly, pressing closer.
“Gi-kun?”
Otogi shook his head. “Dunno...it’s so sad...”
Malik looked at him. “Sad because of...the past or did something happen today?”
“No...it just feels sad...hurts in my heart like lots of people are sad.”
The golden skinned Egyptian wondered about this a moment. Was Otogi a hikari too?
Nah.
He ran his hand through the boy’s loose hair and drew the covers up higher around his shoulders.
“It’ll be alright. I’m sure whoever is making you sad...Yami-chan will kill them for us.”
“Malik...” came the tired plea.
“Fine...but that’s what he does.”
****
“I don’t feel better.” Ryou whined. “Not wearing this I don’t!”
Bakura grinned and tilted the Hikari’s head up, getting a good look at the make up around his eyes. “Well...I feel better.”
“You’re horny. That always makes you feel better.” Ryou covered his stomach, upset that the shirt, if it could be called that, leather tank top, vesty thingie whatever -Didn’t come much past his nipples. And his pants...
Well, Ryou had never seen so many tears.
“Are these Maliks?!”
“Maybe...” the Yami said cryptically, fully clothed in a tight t-shirt and low rise jeans. “You look good.”
“I want a shirt!” he whined, sitting on the bed. “Please?”
Bakura pinched his cheeks. “Aw, Hikari so cute!”
Ryou pouted and Bakura threw up his hands. “Fine, whatever, look through my drawer.”
Ryou went across the room and dug through his Yami’s things. “You haven’t been folding.”
“I can iron now.”
“Is that why there’s a pile of burned shirts?”
“Shut up.”
The boy giggled and took out a light blue shirt. “I like this one.”
“You bought me that. Never wore it.”
“I know...” Ryou got out of the...shirt type deivce...and put on the close fitting polo shirt, yipping when Bakura smacked his ass.
“Now we’re talking! Let’s go get smashed!”
“No!” he whined. “We’ve got school tomorrow!”
“Augh god you’re killing me Hikari! I need booze, cigarettes and bodies!” Bakura clutched his heart and collapsed on the bed. “Or we could just...go at it.”
Ryou smiled gently to himself, turning away. “We’ve got boyfriends. You know how I feel about that Yami.”
“Meh...” Bakura sat up, digging out a cigarette. “Seto is ‘busy’ tonight. I can’t believe that fuck didn’t even let you kiss him. You went to his bloody office.”
Ryou laughed then. “Ha! You said ‘Bloody’! I’m influencing you!”
“Ugh, I know! I read a book yesterday! Like twenty pages. Marik had to save me.”
The pale skinned boy looked crushed. “Oh no...”
“Oh yeah. We burned that sucker. What the fuck is the Scarlet Letter anyway? Major boring shit...”
“Yami...” he sighed, rubbing his forehead. “We’ll go over the finer points of American literature later...but right now...” He rubbed his hands together. “Let’s get ice cream!”
Bakura blinked. “We’re dressed like sex...and you want ice cream?”
The boy nodded, tossing his arms into the air. “Strawberry yum!”
Bakura felt his chest and face. “Oh no...I’ve entered the...Hikari Zone!”
Ryou hopped from foot to foot. “We can have sprinkles and play video games and everything!” He hugged the other teen. “I love you Yami!”
“Eh....”
“I. Said. I love you. Yami.”
Bakura sweat dropped. “Eh?” he tried more positively.
“Yay!” Ryou nuzzled his arm and sighed. “Best friends forever...”
“...shoulda kept you breathing into that bag....”
****
Yugi moaned as Marik’s hands tried to find purchase on his slick back to no avail. Instead, he gripped his shoulders and forced the boy down harder on his erection, gasping something about being close.
Yugi tossed his head back and sped up his movements, wanting to enjoy it but at the same time...
“Marik, come on...” he moaned. “You said...”
“In a sec, lemme finish...”
Under Yugi’s palms was his homework as he braced himself against the desk while the Egyptian Yami moved against him from the chair. The Chibi had tried to do his homework, just like hours earlier he’d tried toask Marik about going out tonight but it seemed every time he opened his mouth...they wound up doing it.
Not that the boy minded. Yugi giggled suddenly, letting out a cry as he came against his boyfriend. “Marik...”
“Yeah yea...” the boy breathed, tossing his head back and grunting.
When they were finished, Yugi got off, mumbling about a shower. Marik leaned back in the chair, fishing in his downed pants for cigarettes, pleased when Yugi poked one into his mouth.
“Nn...you’re so hot when you know what I want.”
“Shower?”
“Fuck no...I’m tired.” he let his head loll back and he smirked when Yugi pouted. “Just a nap. Then we can ah...go out for ice cream or some shit. Don’t you people like that?”
Yugi frowned. “What people?”
“Midgets, Hikaris...Suckers.”
Yugi huffed, walking over to his nightstand. Marik’s eyes widened and he held up his hands.
“No, fuck it, I’m sorry, Yugi no!” he ducked just in time, cracking an eye when he didn’t hear the familiar smash. “I...love you?”
Yugi went over to the alarm clock, puzzled. “Oh...”
Marik looked around warily. “What?”
“Grandpa had this one encased in rubber. So it won’t break.”
The Egyptian didn’t know whether to be relived or not so he just gave a crooked smile. “...Friends?”
“You can sleep alone tonight. Friend.”
And with that, Yugi wandered off to take a shower.
“Damn it...”
****
*Best Friends FOREVAR!!!!!!!!!!
*^w^ Better times ahead, I promise. And some funny stuff, light hearted stuff...because what’s better than a Ryou on Ice Cream? A Bakura having to deal with a Ryou on Ice cream...
*Does Yugi want ice cream too? Hikari double trouble? Mebbeh...
*Schwarzwald is feeling...lazy.
****
Summary: It’s back! Another tale from the Kimi ga Iru Universe.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh. If I did…*begins to laugh evilly*
Warning: Angsty?
Author’s Note: Ah so....I think I’ve got...two stories going...not three and I owe another one shot in another fandom...it reminds me of the early days...but busier...you remember the old two chapters a day, finish a fic in a week times? ‘Member? You ‘member....
Aw Man...
Yami averted his eyes as Yugi pulled himself away from Marik long enough to get his shirt back into place. He smoothed his hair and crossed his arms, still straddling the boy’s lap.
“What?”
“Don’t fuck on the couch...Aibou.”
“Yami!” he whined, covering his ears. “Not in front of Marik!”
The Egyptian snickered and held Yugi closer, nipping at his t-shirt. “Let’s go upstairs then...Aibou.”
“Nooo!” Yugi whined, getting carried off. “Cursessss!” He hissed, trying to sound sinister and failing when he squeaked as his ass was smacked.
Yami shook his head and went to his own room, turning up the stereo and sitting on his bed. He stared at his robot token plushie and sighed.
“Boo hoo hoo...” he said softly, tears gathering in his eyes. “Yami doesn’t have a boyfriend...” He grabbed his pillow and pressed it to his face, his scream muffled as he began to cry.
****
Bakura held onto to Kaiba’s tie as he kissed him, slipping off the edge of the desk and pressing closer, pulling back for air.
“Ah...I needed that...” he let his eyes slip shut and took another breath. “Damn, you smell good.” He looked at his boyfriend. “You been working since after school?”
Seto took the end of his tie from Bakura and straightened it. “Someone has to.”
“How about a break then? It’s getting dark.”
The brunette ignored him and Bakura chuckled in his ear, kissing it. “Seeeeex...” He moaned zombie-like. “I need seeeeex!”
“Bakura!” Seto snapped.
The thief got up then, smoothing his clothing. “Fine...when should I make an appointment for? Maybe five minutes between the time you get home and the time you start to work? Hm?” He leaned down and growled. “I can make it that fast.” He walked back around the desk then, putting his hands on it.
“Seto. Look at me.”
“I’m busy.”
“Fuck that shit, I’m pissed!”
The blue eyed CEO looked up. “Oh yeah? What’s new?”
Bakura just growled in frustration. “Look...I need...we need to...do something. It’s messing up!”
“What is?” the boy replied cooly, beginning to type again.
The thief just stared at him, astonished. “...This. The whole...Bakura Seto you’re a bastard but I love you thing.”
“There’s no problem. I’m just busy right now.”
Bakura stared at him hard, making fists against the desk. He wanted to scream a million things just right now, but they’d all be ruinous and fucked up and just make him feel bad. He took a deep breath and let it out quietly, staring at the edge of the desk calendar.
“Seto...”
“What?”
The reply didn’t come immediately and Kaiba looked up. Bakura had the oddest look on his face and if he didn’t know better it was as if the Yami was going to cry.
“Please come out with me tonight?”
“I told you. I’m busy.”
“Ha...” came the breathy laugh. “Busy, busy sure. I should be busy too you know...ruining lives and robbing jewelry stores...” He stood up then, smiling and shoving his hands in his pockets. “I’ll be sure to bring you something nice then, hm?”
“Like what?”
Bakura turned away, his face darkening, his eyes tinged red. “A dead kitten...” he muttered.
“What was that?” Seto called, shrugging as the door slammed.
Bakura was barely in the car when he felt a dull flash of pain in his heart. He picked up the phone and pressed the number one speed dial.
“Ryou?”
All he could hear was quick, shallow breathing.
“Fuck it all, go get a paper sack, I’m coming!” He hung up after he heard movement and floored it towards uptown.
**
Ryou was doing his best, he was trying to calm down, he was. He breathed into the bag over and over until it got humid and damp then tossed it aside. He held his head in his hands and leaned over on his knees, pressing his forehead to the floor.
Akefia sat nearby, curious and alarmed and when the front door came open the cat hopped away, zipping towards the bedroom.
“Fuck this shit, Ryou get up.”
The boy shook his head and hugged himself. “No.”
Bakura hauled him up. “Don’t make me ...stab you again. What the fuck? You haven’t done this in years!” He held Ryou’s face and looked into his eyes. “Hikari?”
Ryou’s pupils were dilated, but his breathing was starting to slow.
“Hikari....Bambi, answer me.”
“Yami?”
“That’s right...” Bakura ran a hand through his hair. “Now...ah...I guess I can try and make tea or something and you can tell me what’s wrong.”
“Yami?” the boy said again, lip trembling.
“What?” Bakura sensed something was really wrong, especially when the boy burst into tears.
Ryou clung to Bakura, crying out “Yami, yami yami” over and over.
The Tomb Robber held him close, cursing softly and dealing out threats. “If you even mention Dartz, I’m castrating his ass with my personal knife...then I’ll make him eat his own -”
Ryou wailed and Bakura decided he’d keep his plans to himself. He rubbed the boy’s back. “It’s alright...”
****
Malik stared at the ceiling, his arm around a sleepy, purring Otogi. The business owner was recovering from a hard afternoon and a hard Malik.
The raven haired boy whimpered suddenly, pressing closer.
“Gi-kun?”
Otogi shook his head. “Dunno...it’s so sad...”
Malik looked at him. “Sad because of...the past or did something happen today?”
“No...it just feels sad...hurts in my heart like lots of people are sad.”
The golden skinned Egyptian wondered about this a moment. Was Otogi a hikari too?
Nah.
He ran his hand through the boy’s loose hair and drew the covers up higher around his shoulders.
“It’ll be alright. I’m sure whoever is making you sad...Yami-chan will kill them for us.”
“Malik...” came the tired plea.
“Fine...but that’s what he does.”
****
“I don’t feel better.” Ryou whined. “Not wearing this I don’t!”
Bakura grinned and tilted the Hikari’s head up, getting a good look at the make up around his eyes. “Well...I feel better.”
“You’re horny. That always makes you feel better.” Ryou covered his stomach, upset that the shirt, if it could be called that, leather tank top, vesty thingie whatever -Didn’t come much past his nipples. And his pants...
Well, Ryou had never seen so many tears.
“Are these Maliks?!”
“Maybe...” the Yami said cryptically, fully clothed in a tight t-shirt and low rise jeans. “You look good.”
“I want a shirt!” he whined, sitting on the bed. “Please?”
Bakura pinched his cheeks. “Aw, Hikari so cute!”
Ryou pouted and Bakura threw up his hands. “Fine, whatever, look through my drawer.”
Ryou went across the room and dug through his Yami’s things. “You haven’t been folding.”
“I can iron now.”
“Is that why there’s a pile of burned shirts?”
“Shut up.”
The boy giggled and took out a light blue shirt. “I like this one.”
“You bought me that. Never wore it.”
“I know...” Ryou got out of the...shirt type deivce...and put on the close fitting polo shirt, yipping when Bakura smacked his ass.
“Now we’re talking! Let’s go get smashed!”
“No!” he whined. “We’ve got school tomorrow!”
“Augh god you’re killing me Hikari! I need booze, cigarettes and bodies!” Bakura clutched his heart and collapsed on the bed. “Or we could just...go at it.”
Ryou smiled gently to himself, turning away. “We’ve got boyfriends. You know how I feel about that Yami.”
“Meh...” Bakura sat up, digging out a cigarette. “Seto is ‘busy’ tonight. I can’t believe that fuck didn’t even let you kiss him. You went to his bloody office.”
Ryou laughed then. “Ha! You said ‘Bloody’! I’m influencing you!”
“Ugh, I know! I read a book yesterday! Like twenty pages. Marik had to save me.”
The pale skinned boy looked crushed. “Oh no...”
“Oh yeah. We burned that sucker. What the fuck is the Scarlet Letter anyway? Major boring shit...”
“Yami...” he sighed, rubbing his forehead. “We’ll go over the finer points of American literature later...but right now...” He rubbed his hands together. “Let’s get ice cream!”
Bakura blinked. “We’re dressed like sex...and you want ice cream?”
The boy nodded, tossing his arms into the air. “Strawberry yum!”
Bakura felt his chest and face. “Oh no...I’ve entered the...Hikari Zone!”
Ryou hopped from foot to foot. “We can have sprinkles and play video games and everything!” He hugged the other teen. “I love you Yami!”
“Eh....”
“I. Said. I love you. Yami.”
Bakura sweat dropped. “Eh?” he tried more positively.
“Yay!” Ryou nuzzled his arm and sighed. “Best friends forever...”
“...shoulda kept you breathing into that bag....”
****
Yugi moaned as Marik’s hands tried to find purchase on his slick back to no avail. Instead, he gripped his shoulders and forced the boy down harder on his erection, gasping something about being close.
Yugi tossed his head back and sped up his movements, wanting to enjoy it but at the same time...
“Marik, come on...” he moaned. “You said...”
“In a sec, lemme finish...”
Under Yugi’s palms was his homework as he braced himself against the desk while the Egyptian Yami moved against him from the chair. The Chibi had tried to do his homework, just like hours earlier he’d tried toask Marik about going out tonight but it seemed every time he opened his mouth...they wound up doing it.
Not that the boy minded. Yugi giggled suddenly, letting out a cry as he came against his boyfriend. “Marik...”
“Yeah yea...” the boy breathed, tossing his head back and grunting.
When they were finished, Yugi got off, mumbling about a shower. Marik leaned back in the chair, fishing in his downed pants for cigarettes, pleased when Yugi poked one into his mouth.
“Nn...you’re so hot when you know what I want.”
“Shower?”
“Fuck no...I’m tired.” he let his head loll back and he smirked when Yugi pouted. “Just a nap. Then we can ah...go out for ice cream or some shit. Don’t you people like that?”
Yugi frowned. “What people?”
“Midgets, Hikaris...Suckers.”
Yugi huffed, walking over to his nightstand. Marik’s eyes widened and he held up his hands.
“No, fuck it, I’m sorry, Yugi no!” he ducked just in time, cracking an eye when he didn’t hear the familiar smash. “I...love you?”
Yugi went over to the alarm clock, puzzled. “Oh...”
Marik looked around warily. “What?”
“Grandpa had this one encased in rubber. So it won’t break.”
The Egyptian didn’t know whether to be relived or not so he just gave a crooked smile. “...Friends?”
“You can sleep alone tonight. Friend.”
And with that, Yugi wandered off to take a shower.
“Damn it...”
****
*Best Friends FOREVAR!!!!!!!!!!
*^w^ Better times ahead, I promise. And some funny stuff, light hearted stuff...because what’s better than a Ryou on Ice Cream? A Bakura having to deal with a Ryou on Ice cream...
*Does Yugi want ice cream too? Hikari double trouble? Mebbeh...
*Schwarzwald is feeling...lazy.
****