Toys

Today's quote is brought to you by Poppy Z. Brite's book Drawing Blood.


Calvin-Is the urge to kill hereditary?


Terry-You never know.


Still not happy? Okay, try another from Poppy Z. Brite and Drawing Blood.

Zach- What happened to those guys?


Trevor-The sixties came along and bashed their little heads in.


Oh and for the record I don't own Drawing Blood either. Or Pixie Stix. Or anything else for that matter. So meh. *sticks tongue out*


Kuro since you're the only one who reviews these little drabbles of mine and because you've reviewed my other odd works and because well you're cool like that I have decided that I'm now writing these for you. See being nice has its perks. Not sure this is one of them but hey whatever right. Oh and I have no idea who knocked Anzu up so I guess it's whoever you want hehe.

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Talking to one's self is a sign of genius; answering back is a sign of insanity. Welcome to my interlude to insanity.


"Isis called and asked us to fix supper." Marik tosses the now cordless phone at me. That was the fourth one this week he had...liberated from it's earthly bindings. I think that was how he put it at least.


"What do I look like? A maid?" I have things to do damn it. People to destroy and Empires to take over. I didn't have time to cook. Besides last I heard I wasn't supposed to touch the stove. Something about the fire department needing to be able to respond to real emergencies.


"Do you really want me to answer that Malik? Because there was that one time..."


"Shut it."


"We could just order a pizza, put it on the plates, destroy the box and say we made it." Blonde hair obscures my vision as Marik leans over the chair I'm sitting in to look at what I was writing. Not that he can understand it. He just knows it drives me nuts when he tries to read over my shoulder.


"That won't work you idiot. We did it last time."


"I'm the idiot? Who's the one who got kicked out of school because he tried to banish the gym coach to the Shadow Realm?" Marik grabs the paper, that I had been trying to lay on to hide, out from under my arm.


"Oh yeah well you're the idiot who broadsided a car you were supposed to yield to." I reach for my plans and receive a sharp slap to the back of my head for my efforts.


"That wasn't me that was Jou." He turns the paper to the side and squints at it. As if that would help.


"Oh yeah...well I'm taller than you." I snatch the paper out of his hands and turn it the right way.


"No you aren't. You're a little haikari just like the others and it's time you faced that fact." He turns the paper sideways again. After a brief once over he crumples it up and tosses it like a ball at the sink.


"You're an ass." I had worked hard on that. Sure I had yet to figure out where we were going to get the Goddess Kitten of Death from but that was a minor technicality.


"Thank you." Marik pushes me out of my chair to sit in it himself.


"And proud of that fact too huh? Why can't you sit in one of the other five chairs at the table?" I jump up on the island instead.


"Very much so." As he tips the chair back on two legs I silently pray to every god I can think of that he will tip over. That would teach him. Of course if another item becomes victim to Marik's anger Isis might throw both of us out on our asses.


I mumble something not so polite under my breath.


"What was that?" Light purple eyes turn to glare at me. Sometimes I forget that his hearing isn't as bad as my sisters. Of course she may just have learned to tune things out by now.


"It's not nice to torture people." I'm lying and we both know it.


"But it's fun." He stands up and saunters over to me.


"Yeah well..." I let my legs spread so he's standing between them. A flash of orange light draws my gaze.


"Look fire." He's holding a lighter dangerously close to my hair. I could bat it away but last time I did that I had to go get the singed ends trimmed off. Besides it's really a beautiful kind of danger. Just like my Marik.


"Ohh fire pretty."


"I still say Isis should have gotten us a flame-thrower for our birthday." He lets the flame die. I shiver as he pulls me closer to the edge of the counter with a firm grip on my hips.


"She thinks we'll play with it in the house." I grab one of his spikes and give it a sharp tug. If he thinks he's going to tease me tonight he has another thought coming.


"Not in our house. I'm insane not stupid."


"Why don't you behave yourself for once and go back to bed?" His lips trail down my neck with sharp nips.


"Behave? What language art thou speaking demon?" No more movies for him. The old world English accent sounds strange coming from his mouth. His mouth that is currently working on raising one hell of a mark on my collarbone.


"You know I could always go back on the medication and make you go away again." It's an idle threat and we both know it.


"If you did that you'd have no one to talk to in the middle of the night." Talk? Yeah because that's exactly what we do when everyone else in the house is lost in their dreams.


"I can talk to myself."


"Did you ever wonder if maybe that was the reason people thought you were weird? You're going to be one of those old people who lives with a hundred cats and talks to your plants aren't you?" His lips leave my skin but his hand has found its way to the top of my pants.


"That's my aspiring dream at the moment. I want to be the old guy in the creepy house that kids dare each other to go up to on Halloween. Then when one of the little monsters actually does it I'm going to give them all sorts of cool stuff and tons of candy." I rock my hips up against his palm. My alter is good with his hands. He's proved it many times.


"Candy's good. I want Pixy Stix." He moves his hand away.


"Hey, we were talking about me here!" I grab his wrist and firmly place his fingers back around my shaft.


"You're boring. Need candy. Want candy. Go get candy." His grip is warm. I lean back with a groan.


"I refuse to make a candy run at 11 O'clock at night because you want Pixy Stix." His hand pauses for a moment and I wonder briefly is I've over stepped my bounds.


"Meanie." His pace picks up again. I sigh in relief.


"I'm proud of it." I growl as my vision goes blurry at the edges. My release washes over me in waves. I can hear Marik chuckling but I really don't care. I'm warm and fuzzy feeling and that's good enough for me.


"You suck." Marik grabs a hand towel from nearby and wipes my release from my stomach and his hand.


"I know that already." I lift my hips as he pulls my pants back up. I don't love him and he doesn't love me but that's alright. There's no such thing anyway.


"I'll get it myself then. Tomorrow. It's too far to walk to the car tonight." I let my dark pull me up against him with little protest. He usually just wanders off after one or the other of us gets off but tonight he sticks around. Something darkens his eyes for a moment. I almost question it but before I can a shrill ringing comes from Isis' room.


"Phone!" Now that look I can identify. That's the look he gets right before something in our house ends up broken, burning or disappearing into the void that is. Also known as Marik's happy face.


"Well answer it and make it go away." I'm too content with my post orgasmic haze to care.


"But then I'd have to talk to people." He moves to the door, pulling me along with him.


"Hence the reason we have a phone." Isis has a huge bed. It's really not fair. If I had a bed this big I could entertain Bakura and Ryou. At the same time. I'm thrown across the bed. Bouncy.


"Oh yeah." Marik crawls up next to me.


"Idiot." I reach out to brush his hair back behind his ears.


"You're not nice. You do realize that right?" Tan hands roll me over so that I'm laying on my stomach. I grin as he settles himself against my back.


"Phone. Ring. Answer. Hello?" Isis will be pissed if we have sex on her bed. She was last time. In fact she was pissed enough to threaten to lock us in my room. Two hours later she had pounded on the door telling us not to make so much noise. She hadn't sent us to my room since.


"Damn! What?" Such a polite way to answer the phone. He makes a face before yanking the cord that connects the phone to the wall out. We're going to be in trouble again.


"Who was that?"


"Isis. She said she'll be home in 20 minutes and we better not be fucking on the couch when she gets home this time."


"Fucking? That was her exact wording?" My sister doesn't talk like that. She's too prim and proper.


"Not exactly." Marik rolls off of me. I almost groan in protest before he lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder. "If we hurry we should be right at the good part when she comes in."


I laugh. My yami always did like to show off.