Saturday in the Park

A.N.- I had to take a few days to research what park I was gonna have the pairs meet up at, and I found the perfect location.  Also, I had to find their cars and their music for their radios.  I want to write a fic that you can practically see in your mind, like I do.  So, here’s Chapter 3. 

Last Chapter: ‘Kura and Ryou had ………uhm…….happy-fun-time!  Then, Ryou remembers their plans, and starts rushing his yami and hisself to get ready.  Now, let’s get them to the park!!!

Pairings:

Marik/Malik (they will have some fun this chapter……..yay!)

Bakura/Ryou (already had some, they will have more later……)

DISCLAIMER:  I do not own any of the following:  YU-GI-OH!  (its probably a good thing I don’t, knowing my mind…….), Chevrolet, Pontiac, or the following songs.  They are owned by the companies listed along with the copyrights.  U HEAR ME?!  I DON’T OWN NOTHIN’!!!  NOTHIN’ BUT DA STORY!!!

“Planet Earth”- Duran Duran, 1980, EMI Music (Nice song, but there’s better)

“Breaking the Law”- Judas Priest, 1980, Sony BMG Music (awesome, and fits where I put it)

  If I did own any of this, I would be one rich mutha.

“blah”-speech

‘blah’-thinking

//blah//-mind link from yami to hikari

/blah/-mind link from hikari to yami

*blah*-current activity taking place

WARNING:  Limey goodness in this chapter, beware the citrusness. AND ONCE AGAIN, if you don’t want to read guy-on-guy action, why are you reading this, really? 

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*On the way to the park…………….with Marik and Malik…………………………*

“DOESN’T THE DAMN DIRECTIONS SAY SOMETHING ABOUT A CHESTER STREET!?!”

Marik groaned, studying the sheet of paper he held in his hand.  Why in the hell didn’t Malik get one of those navigational thingies, what were they called?  Oh yeah, Tomtoms!  Shit!  Finding the line about the street in question, he looked up from his studying, only to see a street sign with “Chester St.” printed on it fly by his vision as his Hikari flew through the residential area on the west side of Domino. 

“Uh, Hikari-pretty………….”

“WHAT?”

“You just passed the street.”

“SERIOUSLY?  YOU’RE FUCKING KIDDING ME, RIGHT?”

Marik sunk lower into his seat on the passenger side.

“RIGHT!?!”

“The street is back that way.”

“OH, FUCKIN’ A, MAN, DAMN!!!”

Malik immediately swung the car around in a tight u-turn, loosing very little momentum as he flew back down the street the way he had came, the rear end of the car fish-tailing in his haste. 

‘Oh, gods above, if you can hear me, PLEASE HELP ME!!!,’ Marik prayed, hoping someone out there would hear his pleas for mercy. 

Now, Marik didn’t normally pray.  He felt no need to, plus in his opinion it was pretty damn stupid to have faith in something that you couldn’t see or hear.  He required proof of existence before instilling belief in it.  Everyone who did worship some form of god or deity were FOOLS!  Haha, dumb bastards!

This wasn’t a “normal” situation.  And he was properly scared.

Malik Ishtar has a problem.

 A problem that had decided to team up with another one, which needed to be discussed.  Now, usually he was a bubbly, happy, if not a little hyper, young man.  He loved to joke around, pull pranks on people (no one was safe!), rough house with anyone who was game for it (usually Marik, sometimes Yugi or Joey, rarely Ryou, no one else could stand the exuberant Egyptian), and always seemed to know just what to say when someone needed to be cheered up.  He was always the first to jump up and help someone, sometimes having a hissy fit if someone beat him to the punch.  Rarely did the crazy side of him show, very rarely.  He always held it in check.  Yes, Malik was a bouncy one.  Compared to his psychotic/paranoid/delusional/homicidal/devil-may-care Yami, he was the perfect example of being the other half of the other’s soul.  However, that raised a certain point, something people seemed to let slip their minds a little too easily when it came to the make-up of the Yami/Hikari relationship.  For example, Marik and Malik were two halves of a whole, where one showed dominantly dark traits, while the other showed light traits accordingly.  DOMINANTLY being the key word here.  That meant MOST of the time.  And in the rest of the time that isn’t accounted for, well, things happened to the two halves, making one seem more like the other, maybe too much like the other.  No, scratch that.  It was more along the lines of being EXACTLY like the other, plus some.  

 God help those who are caught in the cross hairs of a Hikari who has had a swing in their personality, doing a emotional 180 in a heartbeat, oh yes.

 God help them all.

Now, the reader must understand that this only happens in extremely stressful situations, in the face of danger, or faced with a task that is frustratingly difficult for the Hikari as an individual to complete.  Unfortunately for Marik, possibly the most crazy ass person in existence at the moment, all three of these situations had cropped up at once. They were gonna be late for the meet up time at their destination for the day, which had his sweet light in a complete panicked state, not wanting to make his fellow Hikari, Ryou, and Ryou’s very impatient, very moody, EXTREMELY DEADLY, and all-round asshole of a Yami wait for them to get there ( these are the first and second situations mentioned above, stressful and dangerous for obvious reasons, obviously). 

Now, the third was a personal problem for the light one.  Malik’s reading skills were O.K. at best when presented with his native language.  Japanese was still a really rough ride for him.  What made things really bad was the fact that the area they were in happened to have every single street sign written in English.  Yup, English.  Fucking  English.  A language that the Native Egyptian-turned-Japanese citizen couldn’t speak, write, or barely read.  This made navigating the neighborhood he was currently speeding through at 30 miles over the limit a little difficult to accomplish.

 Of course, MARIK could read it a little, having had more time to sit down in front of the boob-tube and study the American and British programs that played every day at specific times.  He had wanted to learn all the cuss words possible in all the languages possible, thus having made it a habit of trying to pick up a little of the language.  He could match the letters he had memorized up to the printed word to make a connection, at least.  That was why he was in charge of the directions currently.  But, no one ever said Marik was a quick thinker, or that he was in any way smart.  Anyone can learn by repetition.

 In other words, Malik’s only source for translating the characters on the street signs was very slow in getting the task done, resulting in driving in circles (thus the third situation mentioned earlier having poked it’s head up). 

This was not good, oh no, not good at all.

The stress of being late, being  English-illiterate, and the threat of being tortured, beaten, and quite possibly murdered by the white-haired former thief known as Bakura had taken its toll on the poor Hikari quickly.  Why hadn’t they gassed up the car the night before?  Why couldn’t his dumbass shit-for-brains dark keep track of his shoes and Rod?  Why did he even decide to do this?

But, he was determined to make it there on time by the agreed-upon time, and by the gods, he was gonna do it!

The problem that has yet to be named had reared up and made itself known at the gas station, where Malik had determined that they were gonna be at least 20 minutes late, if not longer.  It would take 30-40 minutes to get to the park from their current location, and it was already 8:41 a.m. by his watch.  Realizing this fact, and all the other problems mentioned in earlier paragraphs above had made the Hikari’s mind do that 180 that is dreaded by all that have witnessed it before.  So, throwing a random mix of dollar bills at the cashier in the store as he had drug his poor dark out, screeching at the top of his lungs a mix of ear-splitting curses and threats, Malik had leapt into his seat via the passenger side door, dragging Marik in behind him.  Cranking the car, and throwing the poor machine into gear viciously, he had burned rubber out of the parking lot and half way down the block to the first stop sign, roaring at the passing cars and the one in front of him, and I quote, “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY, YOU COCK SUCKING CUNTS!!”  10 minutes later, and they had barely made any progress. 

“MARIK!!!  WHICH WAY AM I FUCKING GOING, WHICH WAY!?!”

“HERE, TURN HERE, DAMMIT!”  Marik was really getting scared now, starting to yell himself.

“WHAT’S NEXT?  WHAT’S NEXT!?!  HURRY THE FUCK UP!!!”

At this moment, a car pulled out in front of them, being driven by the world’s oldest driver ever to have existed.  Malik layed on the horn, and snatched the car around the other, leaning over his passenger to flip the shriveled old bastard the bird.

“SIT AND SPIN, BITCH!”

Marik would have laughed at the expression on the old crotches face, but he was currently focusing on keeping his ass planted on his side of the car and trying to play navigator at the same time.  Suddenly, a stop sign appeared.  Oh, gods, no.

“FUCK IIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!”

They barreled  through the intersection as Malik screamed, narrowly missing being hit by a Propane truck.  The man driving the truck slammed on the brakes to keep from smashing into the purple metal blur that flew in front of him, resulting in getting slammed in the rear by a recreational activity bus full of Nuns following too close behind it.   The valves on the back of the truck were knocked off, and Propane began to spray in the air.  Moments later, a fire roared to life under the now smashed hood of the bus. Almost immediately following the fire, as the screams of the Nuns and the truck driver rang out in the morning air, an explosion of mass proportions blew the bus, the truck, and the surrounding houses into smithereens.  The houses that were not immediately impacted by the blast were ablaze minutes later as burning shrapnel and wood rained down on their roofs.

The car flying like a bat out of hell never even flashed it’s brake lights, the driver not even acknowledging the sonic boom behind him. 

The passenger, however, had noticed, and watched over the backseat, mouth agape, as a rain of gas-fueled flames began to quickly engulf the intersection they had just raced through, tires barely touching the asphault.

“GODSDAMMIT, MARIK!!!  PAY ATTENTION TO THE FUCKING DIRECTIONS, YOU BASTARD!!!”

Cringing in his seat, Marik turned around and went back to trying to decipher street signs, the car reaching even higher speeds as it roared down the street.

“O.K., uh, the next street is, uhm, P-A-R-K-V-…………”

“WHO FUCKING CARES WHAT THE NAME OF THE MOTHERFUCKIN’ STREET IS!?”

“But, Hikari-pretty, I have to………..”

“WHICH ONE IS IT, YOU DICK?!”

“Malik, please…………………”

“SHUTUPANDTELLMEWHERETOTURNASSWIPE!!!”

Whimpering, Marik complied with his light’s wishes, and they continued to make their way towards their destination.

What was said light’s problem, you ask?

 Well, can anyone say “Road Rage”?

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*On the way to the park…………..with Bakura and Ryou…………………….*

“I’m starving, dammit.  Pull over at that shit hole up there so I can grab a bite.”

“Can’t you wait until we get to the park, ‘Kura?”

“HELL NO, I CAN’T WAIT!  Stop there, now!!!”

This was said as the Diablo Red muscle car growled past the “shit hole” that Bakura had indicated.

Bakura turned and glared at his light, who was currently focusing on navigating the traffic on the 6-way street, trying to get through downtown Domino without mishap.

“Answer me something, love.”

Ryou winced, knowing by the sound of his voice that his dark wasn’t very happy at the moment.

“Yes, ‘Kura.”

“What fucking part of “Stop there now” didn’t you fucking understand?”

The Hikari sighed.

“Please don’t get into a funk this morning.  We’re already late for the park, and the last thing I need is you getting all moody on me.”

Oh, HELL NO!  He did NOT just say that to him, Bakura, former ruler of Hell, former thief king, self-appointed asskicker of that scrawny little shit pharaoh, and current overlord of his and his light’s home, car, relationship, and anything else involving himself, his Hikari, and everything inbetween.

“Moody?”

‘Uh-oh’, thought Ryou.

“Me, moody?”

‘ShitshitshitSHIT!,’ squeaked the little voice screaming in Ryou’s head.

“No, oh, no, my lovely one, I’m not moody at all.  In fact, I’m feeling  fan-fucking-tastic right now.   Cloud nine, duckies and bunnies, all that good shit, ya know?”  Bakura’s voice was a parody of cheerfulness, even taking on a slight british accent, obviously mimicking his light.

Ryou gulped noisily, eyes big as dinner plates, hands shaking on the wheel that he was currently steering, coming up on even more traffic.   Explosion in 3…..2…..1………….

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN, DON’T GET ALL MOODY?!  YOU HAVE ME OUT BEFORE NOON, ON A SATURDAY, ON THE WAY TO BUM-FUCK EGYPT TO GO LOOK AT SOME GODSDAMMED TREES, AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO BITCH AT ME FOR BEING “MOODY?” 

“’Kura, please………”

“I’M HUNGRY!  I WANT FOOD, AND I WANT IT NOW, RIGHT NOW!”

As the famished dark continued his temper tantrum, something that he had said (or roared,whichever you prefer) caught Ryou’s attention.  Trying, and barely succeeding to keep a straight face, he attempted to get his lover’s attention.

“Kura.”

“IT ISN’T FAIR!  WHY CAN’T I GO TO THE POOLHALL AND HUSTLE SOME GREEN FROM SOMEONE!”

“Bakura.”

“CAN’T THIS WAIT UNTIL AFTER I STOMP THE PHARAOH’S ASS STRAIGHT DOWN TO HELL?”

“Hey.”

“AND FURTHERMORE, FOR YOUR INFORMATION, I ALSO-“

“BAKURA!!!”

The one named stopped and glared daggers at his light, who was unfazed at the moment, fighting to keep control of his facial features.

“WHAT THE FUCK  U WANT, BITCH?!”

Ryou, still unfazed by the insult, asked his question, barely keeping it together.

“Bum-Fuck Egypt?”

“Huh?”

The puzzled look he caught on his Yami’s face combined with the weird phrase was too much for the poor Hikari, and he began to giggle, the mask he had forced on his face crumbling.

Bakura was confused.  Bum-Fuck what?

“What in the hell did you say?”  He quiered.

Ryou giggled harder, soft snorts beginning to add themselves in.

“WHAT?!”

The snorts grew in sound and intensity, the giggling beginning to evolve into laughter.

“RYOOOOOUUUUUUUUUU, what did you say?”  The dark one whined, curious about his light’s obviously humored state.

The whining, and hearing that same voice roar the phrase in his head again did him in.  Ryou began to howl with laughter, tears squeezing  from the corners of his eyes.

“Oh, oh, ohDEAR GOD, where did THAT  come from?”

Bakura was starting to get “moody” again.

“WHAT?  Where did what come from?”

Ryou tried to ask again, gasping for the breath to speak, but it was so funny to him, he couldn’t help himself, and laughed all the harder at him.

“WHAT THE HELL IS SO FUNNY, ASSHOLE?”  The look on Bakura’s face was a mix of amusement and annoyance.  What had he said that was so damn funny to his little one?

About that time, the radio announcer cut in on the music that had been playing, an 80’s song by Duran Duran (Ryou’s favorite band of that genre) called “Planet Earth”, with breaking news.

“This is your friendly neighborhood DJ, with a report of a tragic accident that has just come in.”

“Shh, wonder what’s happened?”  Ryou murmured to Bakura.

“About 15 minutes ago, around 8:57 a.m., a propane truck exploded after being hit from behind by a

Recreational Activity bus.  Eyewitnesses claim the truck had to slam on it’s brakes to avoid a collision after a speeding car ran the stop sign at the intersection of Mossy Lane and Johnson Street in the Western residential area of Domino City.  The explosion killed the driver of the truck, the occupants of the bus and it’s driver, all nuns heading to a mass choir competition in Southern Domino.  9 others have also been declared dead at the scene, after the explosion destroyed several houses, their occupants still inside, sleeping.  At least 14 others are reported as having serious injuries, some even life threatening.  The houses around the destroyed ones are currently ablaze, and we have been told by one paramedic on the scene that the body count is expected to rise, as firefighters and volunteers battle the flames now tearing through the area.  Police questioned the witnesses, and have asked that citizens be on the look out for a 1970 Pontiac GTO “Judge”, purple in color, with a black ragtop, front license plate reading “DA PSYCHO”.   Police have advised not to try and apprehend the suspects or the vehicle, for they are considered to be armed and dangerous, and possibly under the influence.  If you spot this vehicle or it’s occupants, please call the Domino City Police Department immediately.”

After the DJ signed off, another song began to play, the opening riffs of “Breaking the Law” by Judas Priest breaking the silence in the car.  Said car’s occupants stared at each other in stunned silence. 

“No……you don’t………… think it’s…………….do you?”  Ryou asked, worry etched across his face for their friends.

Bakura blinked, then started laughing.

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*Back to Marik and Malik…………….*

After finally making it to the highway, their direction due north towards their destination, Marik was finally able to relax, a little.  There was more room out on this road, it being four lanes in either direction.  Malik could fly up the interstate (I know, Japan doesn’t have states, but for lack of a better term…) at top speed, dodge oncoming traffic, and keep the car and themselves in one piece.  Making great progress, even though it was Saturday, a usually busy time for the road (they must have hit a lull in roadway clutter), his light was still in the throes of his self-induced fit of road rage.  The dark was starting to wonder if it was worth it, all the craziness of the morning.  Wouldn’t this just ruin the day for them?  Making the trip to the park all stressed out would just dampen the fun his precious one had been looking forward to. 

As they continued onward, the city below the road flying by his window, Kaiba Corp. loomed off to the left, the huge glass structure obviously the largest structure in the city.  The dark sniggered to himself, thoughts drifting over to the pompous, overbearing bastard of a CEO that always seemed to have a stick up his ass 7/24.    

‘Wonder if he’s compensating for something?’

That made him snort, his amusement at this own musings not lost on his light.  Said light looked over at his psychotic Yami, and arched a brow in question  as he swerved around a slow moving minivan, never missing a beat , even when he turned around long enough to scream out the window, “TOO SLOW, BI-ATCH!!!”, and turned back to him, once again an unspoken question shining on his face.

“Nothing, my pretty, nothing………”

Malik shrugged and let his attention once again be consumed by driving as he continued to switch lanes erratically, speedometer sitting currently at 110, looking to all the world like a racecar driver on his last lap trying to reach the finish line first.

Thoughts floating back to the problem at hand, Marik put on his thinking cap, deciding something had to be done about this, and fast.

‘C’mon, brain, there’s got to be some damn way to get him to calm down, I mean, really!!’

He sat there and stewed in his cognitive juices for several minutes.  Then, as though someone flipped a switch, a metaphorical light bulb flashing on over his head, the perfect solution came to mind.

Marik grinned.

‘Oh, hell yeah, that’ll work just fine, just fine indeed, hee hee hee.’

The psychotic grin plastered on Marik’s face went unnoticed by the Hikari as he continued on his way, an 18-wheeler eating his dust as he flew around the left side of it and ducked back in front of the truck.

Marik decided now was a better time than ever to get started on his idea, the road looking clearer than ever up ahead.  He unbuckled his seat belt, and slid over close to his light, gears whirling in his head at the excitement of what he was about to do.  Malik’s eyes never left the road as he noticed the movement next to him.

“Marik, what are you doing?”

“Mmm……….nothing, Hikari-pretty.”

“Marik…………”

The dark’s grin grew even bigger, sharp teeth glinting in the morning light coming through the windshield.  He leaned over and fastened his lips onto his light’s neck, nuzzling and suckling gently at the nicely tanned skin before him.  The action caused Malik to jump, his concentration having went back to the road.

“MARIIIIIIK!”

“Hmmm?”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?  I’M DRIVING HERE!”

“Mmm-hmm,”  was the only response he got, as his dark’s hand began to softly massage his inner right thigh, lips and tongue sampling the lovely curve and the sweet-tasting flesh of his neck.  Marik’s movements quickly had the Hikari moaning, his length responding to the attention his throat and thigh were receiving.

“Marik………..baby………..” 

“Shh, you just drive, little one.

“Wha-?”

“Just drive……….”

As Malik tried to keep his mind on steering the car, Marik’s hand strayed up higher to gently stroke the hardened bulge trapped under a layer of clothing, his velvety lips straying from his neck up to the sensitive skin under his ear.  The dark attacked the area with teeth and tongue, murmuring his pleasure at his light’s reactions into the agitated flesh.   Malik moaned again, and then even louder, as his dark’s motions became more insistent on the now fully erect shaft between his legs  that now needed attention.  But, how the hell was he supposed to give it the attention it so desperately needed?  He was driving, for Ra’s sake!

 The answer came quicker than he expected.  The sound of a zipper being pulled down was heard as Marik’s hand, having gone unnoticed until that moment, went to work freeing the light’s cock from it’s confines in his jeans and boxers.   The sensation of the zipper as it was undone vibrated against his member, making him whimper, his want growing.  That hand then slid into the opening, seeking out the slit in the front of Malik’s boxers.  Finding the partition, the hand dove into it, finding its prize quickly.  Chuckling into his Hikari’s ear, he slid the shaft out, exposing it to his view and the cool air stirring around it that came from the half-open window.  Malik was now emitting a steady string of whimpers, moans, and whispered curses, the hand on his cock stroking the turgid flesh in slow, steady motions. 

“Oooo, someone’s in a stiff mood, eh, Hikari-pretty?”

“Nuh…….mmm……ahhh…………”

“My my, what to do, what to do?”

The hand squeezed gently, continuing it’s motions on the thick rod in it’s grasp.

“Oh, gods, Marik, please………”

“Please what?”

“Please……..oh gods……….please……………”

Marik’s gaze flickered from his Hikari’s face to the dash, where the speedometer’s needle had dropped down to a tame 80. 

‘Nope, not good enough.’  He thought.

“Want me to take care of that for you, my light?”

Malik’s response was another string of whimpers and pleads for release.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Without further hesitation, Marik drew back his hand and dove down, grabbing his light’s shaft with his lips, sucking the weeping head into his mouth.  His tongue swirled around the thick circumference of it before swallowing the whole length of him down his throat.  Malik’s moans morphed into a strangled scream, nearly running off of the road at the sudden action.

“NNN-GAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Marik established a fast and steady rhythm, bobbing his head up and down as he worked the staff vigorously with lips and tongue, swallowing around him each time he made his downward descent.  He wanted to make this quick, the end results hoped for desperately sought out.

Malik was in heaven.

“Oooo……yes…………yes, baby………..yessss……”

Marik smiled around his mouthful, quickening his motions all around, causing his light to buck up into the hot wet cavern molesting him.  Marik let him, knowing the end was approaching quickly for the Hikari.

“Ah………..gods……more…….please…………more………….”

Feeling the tightening in his muscles, Malik rocked his hips harder, riding the waves of pleasure his Yami was lavishing him with.  Marik sensed the urgency in his actions, doubling his efforts on the now reddened and agitated member, steeling himself for the finale.

“Yes……….yes,ahhh………….ahhhhhhhhh……….YES!  MARIK!”

Screeching the name of his lover, Malik came violently, the pleasure bombarding him in intense pulses felt all over his body as his cock gave up it’s milky offerings in time with each thrum of ectasy assaulting him.  Marik was prepared for the explosion, and greedily swallowed up his light’s essence as it shot down his throat.  When there was no more to give, the dark set back up, releasing the now wilted member  and grinned at his now sated, and very mellow Hikari. 

“So, feel better now, pretty-pretty?”

Malik grinned back at his Yami, loving the smug and pleased look of satisfaction that was displayed on his face.  God, how he loved his crazy ass.

“Mmm, MUCH better, baby.  Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Although, you could have picked a better time and place for this, you know.”

“Ehh, you needed it now, not later.”

“Heh, I guess you’re right.  I was a little aggressive in my driving earlier, wasn’t I?”

Marik made no comment.  Their speed was now an easy going 60, and wasn’t about to fuck up a good thing.

They conversed for a few minutes, mostly banter, as they completed the last legs of their journey.  Malik noticed the exit sign to their destination up ahead.

“Hey, we’re here!!!”

He exited the highway, and turned left of the ramp.  They drove a couple of miles up the road, and reached the turn in to the park.  Pulling down the long meandering drive, Malik giggled like a girl at the joy he felt, both from the sight of all the trees in their autumn dress, and from the love he felt for the one riding shotgun next to him.  They reached the parking lot, which was only about half full, and picked out a space well away from the other vehicles in the area.  Turning the car off, light looked at darkness and smiled, a very wicked look in his eye.

“And now to return the favor…………”

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*Back to Bakura and Ryou………………….*

“Eww………”

“Wha-?”

“God, don’t talk with your mouthful.  It’s disgusting!”

Bakura made a face at him, and started to smack like a cow, making sure that his mouth opened every chance it had as he inhaled his breakfast.

Ryou rolled his eyes, but still laughed at his Yami’s antics.  After the radio announcement and the initial shock of the revelation of who it pertained to, Bakura had gone back to howling for food.  Ryou had finally relented, if just to shut him up.  Now they were almost to their destination, the exit ramp just a few miles up the highway. 

“Hey, ‘Kura?”

“Mmph-phhh?”

“You think they got there in one piece?”

Bakura swallowed, and let out a short bark of a laugh.

“If the dumb fuckers didn’t get caught and arrested, I would think they either got lost, or they found some secluded area so they could screw.”

“Oh, God, what if they made it to the park and are screwing there?!”

The Yami shrugged his shoulders.

“And what if they are?”

Ryou looked horrified at the thought, his mouth a perfect O.

“What if there are little kids wandering around?  Oh, those poor little babies!”

The dark groaned loudly, his light’s concern for some little nosy fuckers roaming around the two mentioned sex addicts while they indulged themselves in some “outdoor recreation” annoying him.

“Think about it like this, my love.  If there are any kids in the vicinity of those two rutting like hot bitches in heat, at least they’ll get an education.”

“Who the hell would want to pick up sex tips from those two?”

“Mmm, right, right.”

As Ryou made his way down the exit ramp, flicking on his left turn signal, Bakura was suddenly inspired.

“What about us?”

The Hikari looked puzzled.

“What about us, ‘Kura?”

The dark grinned evilly.

“What if we, you know, heh heh, indulged in some outdoor fun time?”

“WHAT?!”

“C’mon, baby, you know you would love it.”

“HELL NO!!!”

“C’mon, love.”

“I SAID NO, YOU BASTARD!”

Ryou turned down the road to the park, his blush-ridden face directed straight ahead.  Bakura didn’t miss this.

“How about if we go fuck in the woods, where no one can see or hear us, then?”

Ryou groaned.

“Seriously?  What is it with you and wanting to……….uhm…………make love in strange places?”

“Who said anything about lovemaking, light of mine?  Lovemaking is for a bed in some shit hole room somewhere.  I said ‘fucking’.  Godsdammit, Ryou, where’s your sense of adventure?”

Another groan was given, followed by a sigh.

“I swear, one of these days…………”

Bakura finished his sentence.

“……..you’re gonna give in and have a little fun outside of that damn bubble you keep up around you.”

Ryou turned and glared at his Yami.

Said Yami gave back a lecherous smirk, which made his light start giggling, blush intensifying.

“Oh, here’s the entrance.”

They drove slowly down the lane to the car lot, Ryou gasping with joy at the palate of colors that splashed across the trees, the sun shining down through the leaves intensifying the effect.  Rounding the final corner, the Red Chevelle the two were driving cruised into the parking lot, the two occupants of the car easily spotting the bright purple GTO parked away from the rest of the cars in the lot.  They picked the space on the right side of the vehicle, which was rocking on it’s wheels at the moment.  When the ignition was disengaged, the two white-haired individuals could hear the muffled moans and shouts of the other two.

“Oh, God, here we go again…………” Ryou moaned, sagging down in his seat.

Bakura began laughing, loving the look of mortification on his lover’s face.

The day was just beginning……………………..