You Can Do That

You Can Do That

Summary: our fav yamis and hikaris are just chillin in this one
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh…If I did, Anzu would have never existed and it’d be so smutty and innuendo filled it wouldn’t even be fit for European television.
Warnings: meh

Amazing Kiss*

Marik poked his head in Ryou’s room and looked around. Malik was no where to be seen.

“Where’s Malik?”

“He got bored and took the car home.”

“Ah…” the yami came in and held up the Scape Goat plushie. “I got this for you!”

Ryou held out his arms and practically snatched it, nuzzling the stuffed toy affectionately. “Have you seen Bakura?” He asked hopefully.

Marik didn’t say anything but looked around the room at all the candy wrappers and fast food bags.

“What the hell did you guys do?”

“Malik brought us stuff to eat. What?”

“You’re usually so clean!”

Ryou shrugged, still snuggling the plushie. “This isn’t my room.” He closed his eyes and smiled, smelling the toy. It smelled just like his yami.

“Where’s Bakura?” he asked again. “Tel him to come see me. Tell him to come home!”

“Bambi, he stabbed you.”

The boy shrugged. “Tell him to come talk to me, so I can apologize for making him mad.”

Marik just stared at Ryou. What sort of twisted relationship did these two have going on? “Okay…I’m going to go find your nurse and see if you can’t come home sooner. We need groceries.”

“You guys are so lazy!” Ryou threw a candy wrapper at Marik and the Egyptian laughed, leaving the room.

Ryou sighed curled up in the hospital bed, wishing his yami were here. Bakura would make some stupid joke and he would laugh then Bakura would tell him some story about breaking into someone’s house and it would just be perfect.

Bakura watched Ryou curled up on the bed and felt guilty immediately. The sterile white room was no place for the boy to be. The whole place just made his hikari look that much paler.

He went over to him and stroked his hair. “You don’t deserve this…” he whispered.

Ryou nearly squeaked out in surprise, but decided to just keep facing the other way.

Bakura sighed. “I really fucked up this time…”

Ryou let out a soft giggle. “I’m not asleep.”

The thief just about jumped ten feet in the air. “What the fuck!” He clutched his chest, genuinely surprised for the first time in a long time. “Damn it Ryou!”

The boy giggled and sat up in bed, smiling widely at his yami. “Gotcha!”

Bakura tried to look angry but he just shook his head. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t!” the brown eyed boy held up his plushie. “See, I have it with me!”

“Figures. Hikaris are dopes for presents.”

“Kimi ga Iru Bakura.”

“Yeah, I am here. That says a lot.”

Inside, Ryou was bursting with joy. There was nothing in the world that made him feel like his yami did. He leapt off the bed and into his arms, laughing.

“You came to see me!”

“Yeah…” Bakura blushed and looked away. “Yeah and I stabbed ya too. So what?”

Ryou looked into Bakura’s eyes, beaming. “No you didn’t! I did it to myself!” Ryou giggled and rocked his yami, feeling overwhelmingly happy. “Let’s go home now!”

Bakura just sort of stared down at Ryou, not knowing what to say. “Um…Ryou…I stabbed you. Remember?”

The boy shook his head. “You said I had choices. I made a choice and I stabbed myself.” He snuggled closer to his yami, emitting a squeak of joy. “Just think when we get home, I can make us dinner and do your laundry!”

What the fuck did I do to him! He’s happier than he was before I nearly killed him!

Bakura gently disconnected Ryou from him. “Ryou, listen to me,” he began slowly. “I stabbed you okay?”

“O-okay?” Ryou didn’t know what to do. “Yami are you mad with me?”

“No, you’re just…scaring the shit out of me. I think you need to lay down.”

“But, I want to go home. That way we can be together and I can do your laundry and express affection to each other!”

Bakura shook his head, realizing he’d fucked Ryou up more than he’d ever realized. “Just lay down and we’ll talk later.”

Ryou looked saddened. “What did I do?” Tears sprung into his eyes.

“Go to sleep Ryou.” He shoved the boy back towards the bed. “We’ll talk later.”

“No!” Ryou was angry now. “No!” He grabbed Bakura’s arms and didn’t let go. “I’ll do anything you want! I promise! Just stay here! Where are you going!”

Bakura tried to pull away without hurting Ryou but it looked like that wasn’t working.

“Ryou!”

“No!” He kissed Bakura and tried to unzip his pants. “Just stay, I’ll do anything you want!”

Bakura’s eyes widened. “Ryou! No! Stop!”

The doe eyed boy kissed him again and Bakura didn’t know what to do.

“BAKURA!”

The yami shoved Ryou away and looked at the door. Yami stood there with flowers next to a peeved looking Yugi.

“What the hell were you doing to him!?”

“Nothing –He did it to me! I gotta go!”

Bakura left the room and Ryou started crying. Yami went over to the bed and held the boy.

“It’s okay, he’ll never hurt you again…”

This only made the boy cry harder.

****

Bakura dragged Yugi down the hall with him, frantic to get away from Ryou. He turned to Yugi and confronted him.

“What the fuck is wrong with Ryou?”

“I dunno! He’s your hikari!” Yugi crossed his arms. “Where’s Marik! He didn’t pick me up from school. Malik said he might be here.”

“Is that why Pharaoh’s here?”

“Yes.” Yugi did not look happy. The Pharaoh had snatched the images from his mind before he could stop him and the next thing he knew he was being berated for not relaying the information.

The boy pouted and blew his bangs out of his face. “Where’s Marik?”

“Right here. Bakura, you go see Ryou?”

Bakura nodded. “I’ll see him when he comes home. There’s something wrong with him. Can I have your bike?”

“Hell no! Malik’s got the car!” Marik looked at Yugi.

“Oh no! I’m not riding with Pharaoh. All he wants to do is lecture me.”

Bakura cursed and sighed. “Well, just gimme a cigarette.”

“I’m out.” Marik let Yugi push against him and smiled absently.

“Let’s go let’s go!” the boy chanted.

Marik shrugged. “Hey, just make sure you’re back tonight. We need a plan if Ryou don’t come home.”

“Cool. See ya.” Bakura walked away, listening to Yugi’s shrieks of surprise as Marik tossed him over his shoulder.

****

Seto Kaiba stood outside of the Kame Game shop wondering why he had come here in the first place. It was only around seven, at worst, the duelist would be eating dinner, right? Yugi wouldn’t want to talk to him after today, but he wanted to try.
He couldn’t understand why the other teen had said ‘yes’ to a lowlife like Marik and ‘no’ to him, the richest man in the world.

What did Marik have that he didn’t. Here he was, tall, blue eyed, rich, and he’d been rejected.

Perhaps hell had frozen over.

“Kaiba, is dat you?”

Great, just what I need. Attack of the Idiot.

“No, this is merely a hologram being perceived by your optical nerves. Yes it’s me Katsuya. What do you want?!”

The blond approached him, smiling. “Geez babe, why do ya always gotta be so cold? It’s not like you don’t know me.” Jou ran finger along Kaiba’s jaw and had his hand quickly swatted away.

“Few quick fucks don’t mean you know me Mutt. Now get lost.”

“Yami’s not home.”

Seto scowled. “I wasn’t looking for that whore. I was looking for Yugi. But that isn’t any of your business either, so just stay out of it.”

“I could make it my business.” Jou grinned ferally, closing the gap between the CEO and himself. “Then it could be our business.” He tried to kiss the blue eyed teen but was instantly shoved away.

“I said I wasn’t interested. Now get!”

Jou looked upset, but quickly got over it, tossing his bangs out of his eyes. “Fine, I see how it is.”

“I’m glad you do.”

“Stupid jap…” the boy muttered.

Seto flinched. “What did you say you half breed Dog? I don’t hink you’re in a position to be calling anyone a ‘Jap’ when you don’t even know what you are.”

“Oh, I know what I am!” he tossed his blond hair and smirked. “Don’t be mad because I’m the best thing walking you prick. I’m the best piece of ass you’ll ever get, American, Jap or other wise, unless you’re into fucking sand niggers like Yugi!”

Kaiba grabbed the boy then, cocking back his fist. “You son of a bitch –”

Jou smirked. “Do it and I’ll go to the press.”

“No you won’t.”

A blade appeared at Jou’s neck and the blond gulped.

“And do you know why?” Bakura whispered coldly.

Jou shook his head and Kaiba let go, crossing his arms and standing back to watch the scene unfold.

The blond mutt shook his head.

Bakura grinned at Kaiba over the boy’s shoulder. “Because if you decide to spill your guts I’ll have to finish the job. Understand?”

He nodded fast, his face pale with fear. He knew Bakura was serious because there had never been any love lost between them.

“Besides,” he pushed Jou away. “The English way is the only way.”

He laughed as Jou ran down the street, scared for his life. He put his knife back in his pocket and regarded Kaiba.

“So, why are you here? I was trying to get my hands on –well, it doesn’t matter what I was doing. What are you doing?”

Kaiba shook his head. “I wasn’t doing anything.”

“I heard all that. You slept with that Dog?”

“A long time ago. I thought he was interesting.”

Bakura laughed. “Yeah right. You got drunk didn’t you?”

Seto smirked. “I said I thought he was interesting. That doesn’t happen sober.”

The thief laughed again and grinned. “So, do I have to get you drunk?”

“I’m not sleeping with you.”

“Why not?”

Seto straightened his tie and checked his watch. “You’re a criminal.” He pulled out his cell phone and dialed.

“It’s me…Kame Game Shop…no…yes…yes.” He put his phone back and Bakura watched it go.

“I’d kill for one of those.”

“I’ll write your name in my blood.”

“I’ll piss on it. Think of something else.”

“Finger prints?”

“I’ll burn them off in acid.”

Seto couldn’t help but grin. This Bakura had a quick mind. “Aren’t you clever?”

“Is that a compliment?”

“Never.” He turned to face the street, estimating his limo’s time of arrival to be around ten minutes.

Bakura went over and stood close to Kaiba, crossing his arms in a similar fashion. “You really do have a nice ass.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“Never.” The thief smiled. “So, what are we waiting for?”

“I’m waiting for my limo –”

Bakura shook his head. This guy was so dense. “You idiot.” He grabbed Kaiba’s face and kissed him, quickly pulling back, his face flushed.

His whole body was on fire. He’d expected to feel his usual lust, but not this. He looked at Kaiba and it was clear the CEO was feeling something as well, but was having a better time covering it.

Seto looked in Bakura’s face, it was red and the boy’s chest was heaving. All that from one kiss. He quickly thought of his daily schedule to subdue the blush in his cheeks and crossed his arms again.

“Are you done?”

Bakura just stood there, his knees threatening to give out. “Yeah…” he said breathlessly. “I’m…gonna go now…”

He staggered away, unaware of the CEO’s smile.


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*Courtesy of (sigh) Boa
*This was a tough chapter to write because, I don’ t know how this story is going to go. Thanks for your support.
*Schwarzwald luvs ya’ll.