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: Ryou, get it together!


Delayed Sunshine


Malik hung up the phone and looked down at Marik who was still sleepy. It was Wednesday and with no jobs, the two Egyptians had taken to sleeping all day and staying up all night.

“Was he there?” the spike haired blond said, yawning.

“I can’t tell. Ryou hasn’t answered his phone forever.” Malik straddled his yami and leaned over him. “I’m hungry.”

“You know how to cook. Go away.”

“But Mariiiik!” he whined, pulling on the yami’s tank top and leaning back and forth. “I want you to do it! Please?” He pouted, causing Marik to roll his eyes.

“You’re so pathetic. Where’s Bakura?”

“I dunno…” Malik started feeling up his yami’s chest. “Say, you’re pretty hot. Let’s do it.”

The Egyptian threw his hikari to the floor, stretching like he was never there. “What time is it?”

“Three, you son of a bitch.” Bakura leaned in the doorway, kicking at Malik’s rear, which was pointing in the air. “I’m going to visit Ryou. Want to come?”

Malik shot up instantly. “I’m going to get dressed!” the boy ran out of the room in his boxers, yelping as he apparently ran into his own door.

Marik covered his mouth and Bakura shook his head, waving the yami quiet. When they heard Malik go into his own room they burst out laughing, falling over each other.

“He’s so stupid!”

“Oh my god you should have seen him at the soda machine yesterday! That new American drink came out, and he was like ‘They make clear Sprite’?”

Bakura lost it then and Marik had to push him off so he could get up and get dressed. As he felt his feet hit the cool floor he was thankful that Bakura had proven useful in stealing them a new AC. The thief had actually stolen a whole repair trunk and hid it behind the house while he installed the thing himself.

He put on another tight tank top, black, and long shorts that hit his calves. Bakura’s hand smoothed up his back.

“How’d you get Malik’s tattoos on you? They look kick ass.”

Marik grinned into the mirror, catching Bakura’s eye. “You love your hikari don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“If Ryou was hurting, if something caused him pain, would you not eliminate it?”

“I would…” Bakura ran his hands over the rows of text on Marik’s back. “So he could get that one on his stomach?”

“He still had nightmares. The pain was still there for him. He said, Otogi’s felt his back plenty, but he never allows the boy to see it. It was hurting him.”

Bakura grinned. “Some one has a heart!”

“I do not!”

Malik bounced back in wearing calf high lace up boots. They looked deadly combined with his black shorts, similar to Marik’s, red suspenders (not in use), and tight black top with a white star in the middle. The shirt of course had been modified to show off Malik’s tattoo, but other than that, Malik looked rather boyish today.

“Yami-chan, can I borrow you ring, your ring, you earring, you necklace and your bracelet?”

“No, no, no, double no, no, and hell no.” Marik put his golden armbands on and the necklace Yugi had given him. “You touch my shit you die. Go steal from Ishizu.”

Malik pouted and attached himself to Bakura’s arm. “Stab him. Right in the liver.”

Bakura pushed Malik away from him and the resilient hikari came back to him, holding a knife up to his neck. “Can I ride shotgun?”

“God, what do you feed this wack job Marik?”

When Marik was finished they all went out into the July heat and got in Bakura’s car. Marik lay down on the leather seats in the back.

“Holy fuck Bakura, every time I get in this car I wanna just…fuck it!”

They all laughed and Malik leaned back in his seat. “Kaiba’s so awesome. Is it true he’s taking us all on vacation? Do we really get to ride in his dragon jet?”

Bakura turned at a stop light. “I’m not his fuckin’ secretary. Stop feeling up my thigh!”

Malik giggled and relaxed into the seat. “You’re so funny.”

****

Yugi pulled the mesh fabric over his arms, wiggling his fingers when the ‘gloves’ reached his elbows. He ran his hand over the crimson material, loving it. Marik always picked the best things for him to wear. He then zipped up his excuse for jeans; the material looked like it had seen a razor blade in too many places, and hustled over to his mirror. He whipped out an eye pencil and was doing his make up when Yami poked his head in.

“Aibou, I’m going –Are you wearing that?!”

Yugi turned around and looked at Yami, his eye brow in the air. “Are you going to wear that?”

Yami was wearing tight cut offs and brown boots, the socks scrunched at the top and a t-shirt that didn’t meet his waist. The yami crossed his arms.

“Amelda said he likes it when I dress this way.”

Yugi chuckled, turning back to the mirror. “You stupid faggot.”

“Hey!” the Pharaoh squeaked. “That’s mean!”

The hikari got done and grabbed his keys and wallet as he heard Bakura downstairs, honking like there was no tomorrow. He kissed Yami on the cheek, wiping away the chapstick residue.

“See ya later!”

“I’ll be at Amelda’s!”

“I know!” the youth said, hopping down the stairs.

Yugi went out side and dove into the open car door, kissing Marik. “Hi!” he chirped.

“Hi!” Malik imitated, he and Bakura laughing.

Yugi kicked the back of Malik’s seat. “Shut up you stupid blond.” He cupped Marik’s face in his hands. “Say, lover boy, you didn’t come over last night.”

“Busy. Me and Bakura had to return that truck.” He pulled Yugi closer to him and put his chin on the boy’s head. They relaxed in the back seat and Bakura rolled his eyes.

“Your fuckin’ domesticated Marik. Look at you!”

“Um, excuse me King of Thieves, who said excuse me to that old lady last night? Who keeps saying ‘right-o’ ‘arse’ and ‘blimey’. You stupid Brit!”

Bakura snarled and Malik giggled. “You sound so funny when you talk English Bakura.”

The white haired yami rolled his eyes. “So do all of you. Especially Yugi.”

The spike haired lad grinned. “Want to hear?”

Malik laughed. “Okay!”

Yugi sat up and smiled. “Purizu saa, sutando in da raito –”

Malik started laughing and Marik grinned. “No, no, Yugi, say Fluffy Bunnies!”

The boy grinned. “Fua fua usagi-chan!”

Bakura looked back briefly. “Say it!”

“I don’t want to! My English is horrible!” he hid his face in Marik’s chest. “Don’t make me!”

Malik sighed. “I’ll try. Say it again Bakura?”

“Fluffy Bunnies.”

The Egyptian cleared his throat. “Fa foo rii ban ri!”

Marik barked a laugh and tried. “Fra furii Bo no ne?”

Yugi started giggling. “Fua fua Usagi-chan!”

They all started laughing and kept making fun of English the whole way to Ryou’s.


When they finally got there and Malik was done butchering the phrase, “Hello Sir, I would like to buy a hot dog”, they went inside and knocked on Ryou’s door.

**

Ryou rose out of bed, a place he technically hadn’t been out of for about a week. His hair was un-combed and he’d been wearing various pajamas, now scattered about on the floor, instead of wearing proper clothes.

He shuffled to the door in his cat ripped Kuriboh slippers, Akefia darting and pouncing here and there after him. When he opened the door, he actually gave an involuntary hiss as the light hit his eyes.

Bakura, Marik, and Malik stood there gapping. The entire house was dark and Ryou looked like crap. Yugi saw Akefia trying to get out and picked the kitten up.

“Cutie!”

“Mew!” it said plaintively.

Ryou looked at the group, dark circles under his eyes. “I’m sorry, did I miss your call?”

“YES!” they all said together, pushing in.

Bakura grabbed his hikari and hauled him back to the room while Marik and Malik ran around opening all the curtains. Yugi sat on the couch and turned on the tv, setting the vicious kitten on the floor.


Inside Ryou’s bedroom. Bakura checked Ryou over.

“You haven’t eaten.”

“I forgot to.”

“Has Dartz called?”

Ryou shook his head and started crying. “I want to take a shower!”

Bakura blinked and looked around the room. “Um…okay. You do that while I…clean your room.”

Ryou shuffled away, still crying. Marik soon came in and shook his head. “God, what a sty!”

“Shut up and help. Tell Malik to make some god damned food. We’re kicking Dartz’s ass!”

“How we gonna get past security?”

Bakura grinned maliciously. “We’re going to bring Kaiba with us!”

Marik smiled. “So you haven’t gone soft after all…” Marik sent Malik a mind message and started to help Bakura.

****

Mokuba pushed Espa off of him, swatting his hands away from his pants. “Stop!”

The neon aqua haired boy sighed and rolled his eyes. “I knew this was coming.”

“I don’t want to have sex Espa! I told you that!”

“Then why’d you come sniffing around? Gosh! You know I ditched practice for this? Ring leader’s gonna have my ass.”

Mokuba teared up. “Well…I don’t know what you expected! I’m thirteen!”

“That’s your problem! I can’t believe I broke up with Haga over you! You little tease!” He back handed Mokuba, making him cry. “Shut up!”

The raven haired boy shut up, sniffling as Espa stroked his hair. “Whatever, damn, I’m sorry.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Mokuba leaned in for a kiss and got one, Espa rubbing his own hardness.

“Hey Mokuba…” he breathed.

“Huh?”

“You wanna do something for me? Make me feel better?”

The boy nodded, rubbing tears out of his wide eyes. “What?”

Espa gave a grin and kissed Mokuba’s forehead. “You’ll see.”

****

Ryou sat limply in Malik’s lap, letting the boy apply make up to his face.

“Dark, dark circles baby…”

Yugi brushed at his hair. “Never knew your hair was so long. And soft!”

Bakura and Marik were leaned against the kitchen counter, whispering.

‘They look hot…”

“They could totally have a threesome!”

Marik laughed, smothering it with his hand. “And let us watch!”

The two yami’s high fived and suddenly, Bakura fell to his knees as a brush bounced off his forehead.

Ryou giggled. “Thanks Yugi.”

“No problem.” He looked askance at Marik. “I’ve had practice.”

The Egyptian tried to look innocent and dragged Bakura away, Akefia playing at his hair. They soon came back in though, Bakura hitting Yugi upside his head and shoving him over, taking charge of Ryou’s hair.

“Now Ryou, when we fuck Dartz up, would you prefer we not touch his face or do all the damage money can fix?”

The boy was silent, happy when Malik was done. He stopped the brush in his hair and sighed.

“Guys, I don’t want to go see him…”

Yugi drank a soda. “Shut up. You look like a china doll. Let’s go.”

Malik stole Yugi’s soda and drank some. “Yugi’s right. You might give me a run for my money!”

Bakura stole and hugged Ryou from behind. “Ryou doesn’t want that, do you Bambi? You don’t want to look like a whore!”

Malik pouted, fleeing into Marik’s arms. “Stab him Marik. Right in the kidney!”

The yami laughed and Yugi giggled. They all stood or sat around for a moment until Akefia ran into the kitchen with a dead bird in his mouth. Ryou sighed.

“I have to shut the balconey…”

Bakura blinked. “What did you say this cat was called?”

“Akefia.”

“Where’d you get that name Ryou?”

The boy yawned. “A dream…you were in it…”

Bakura put his chin on Ryou’s shoulder, watching the kitten rip the feathers off the unfortunate pigeon. “Hm.”

Yugi clapped. “So, yeah, beach party this weekend! Woo hoo Kaiba! Coming Ryou?”

“no…” He got up and wandered back to his room. He picked up the book on hi side table and started reading it, even as his friends wandered in.

Yugi sat next to him. “Why not? You don’t need Dartz to have fun.”

“have you ever been away from Marik for three weeks?”

“Well…no, but –”

“Then you don’t know how I feel. I can’t believe he doesn’t want to see me. But it doesn’t matter because he promises to come see me soon and when he does I’m going to be at home!”

Yugi rolled his eyes and hugged his friend. “You’re being a shut in.”

“I don’t care! Bakura sulks for days when he and Seto fight. I can sulk…”

“Bambi. You’ve been in here for nearly a month. You need some fresh air.”

Ryou pushed Yugi away, turning to frown at Bakura from the door. “It’s not Bambi it’s Bunny and you shut up! Dartz will come when he isn’t busy! He loves me!”

Bakura stalked over to the bed and jerked Ryou up by his collar. He slapped the boy in the face and pointed in his face.

“We’re going, you hear me!?”

Ryou started to cry and try to push his yami away. “Stop it! I don’t want to!” He began crying and talking in English while Bakura yelled at him in the same language. Yugi just sat there. He saw Marik and Malik have the same fights only in Egyptian.

The two blonds came in, chowing down on cookies respectively. They saw what was going on and left. Yugi followed.

“Help!”

Malik shook his head. “You never get between a Yami-Hikari fight like that.”

Marik nodded, pulling Yugi on his lap as they sat on the couch. They all watched tv, turning up the volume as they heard the yelling escalate.

Soon though, Ryou came running out until Bakura bellowed, “COME BACK HERE!”

Ryou stopped in his tracks, crying and just stood there, glancing at the group and averting his eyes before he went back in the room.

Malik leaned against Marik, murmuring in Egyptian. Marik answered him and put his arm around the hikari. They heard desperate pleas of “Stop” “No” and “You can’t” and soon Bakura left the room, looking upset and angry.

Yugi looked at Bakura. “What’d you do?”

Bakura ran his hands through is hair. “I…I tore up all his books…he wouldn’t come. And he kept trying to read while I was talking. All those god damned books…fuck him!” the thief sighed and paced for a few seconds. “I’ll buy him new ones…”

Ryou soon came out, wiping his face. Bakura crossed his arms and when Ryou tried to hug him he turned away, causing the boy to cry more.

“Just hug him, damn Bakura!”

Bakura took Ryou back to the bedroom and Malik shrugged.


In the bedroom, Ryou hugged Bakura again, hiccupping and sniffling.

“Stop it. All that make up is running.”

“I’m sorry!” he whined in English.

“I know…” Bakura kissed his forehead and held him close. “You’re going nuts. We’re going to stick our knives deep in your asshole of a boyfriend.”

Ryou whined again and Bakura rocked him. “Okay, we’ll just chop his hair off!”

Again, a whine. Bakura laughed. “Yeah, okay. We’ll talk to him. Coming with us today? We’re going to harass animals and children at the zoo.”

Ryou nodded and wandered off to the bathroom. Bakura flopped on the bed, relieved, Akefia pouncing on his chest, claws out.

“Ow! You blighter!”

Soon, Ryou came out, face clean, face still a bit red, listening as his yami used British terms to degrade his cat.

“Bakura.”

“Hn?”

“You’re so British!”

The thief laughed and sat up, tossing the kitten to the floor. He strode over to Ryou and put his arm around him. Ryou kissed him on the mouth and Bakura returned it.

“We cool?” he whispered, the boy blushing.

Ryou nodded and they went into the living room where they heard Marik talking.

“Now, wait…these two on this show…Are they fucking?”

SWAT!

“Damn it Malik! I will beat you!”

SWAT!

“YUGI!”

Ryou laughed and joined his friends, the day looking a little brighter.



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*Courtesy of Home Made Kazoku
*I like how this ended. Bakura and Ryou, say awwww!
*WHAT DID MOKIE DO WITH ESPA?! Oooooo!