You Can Do That
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
22
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6,219
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49
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Many Classic Moments
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
Many Classic Moments*
Malik sat on the living room couch idly painting his toe nails while he watched the food channel. He really hoped Marik came home soon. He didn’t feel like being alone anymore.
He put the applicator back in the bottle and wiggled his toes. My what a manly shade of toe nail polish you have Grandma!
He snickered and stretched his legs out so that his toes could dry. The better to kick you with!
The bronze boy screwed the cap on the clear polish and set it out of reach. He didn’t want to accidentally kick it over. He briefly wondered if Bakura would like it and immediately teared up.
He didn’t understand what made the white haired yami snap, but he just couldn’t believe he meant all those things. Surely Bakura found him some what attractive.
I mean, we’ve been sleeping together for like…four months!
He brought his knees up to his chest and hugged them, wiggling his toes again. Who wouldn’t want a blond bombshell handing all over them?
Bakura, that’s who. I can’t believe he’s wasting his time on Ryou. Why have an albino when you could have sunshine?
The bronze hikari sighed and perked up considerably when he heard a key in the door. He jumped off the couch and went running for the door only to be confronted by Bakura.
The white haired yami had a cigarette hanging from his lips and two plastic bags hanging from his arm. He regarded Malik coolly as he stepped inside and locked the door again.
“Anyone home?”
Malik shook his head and hugged his elbows. He thought about saying something but just ran away upstairs instead. He slammed the door to his room and locked it, crying. He went over to his bed and reached under the pillow. He retrieved a cracked picture frame and smoothed it under his fingertips, hiccupping.
The picture frame held a rare shot of Bakura at his best, committing mischief. The pale skinned thief was spraying a sunbathing Marik and Pharaoh with a water gun, much to the other two yami’s annoyance, Malik pointing and laughing beside him. Malik liked to think that they were together in this picture, that they were just close enough, that they were a couple.
He’d tried to give it to the thief but it had been tossed out of the window before it had ever been opened.
A knock came at the door and he tensed, sliding the picture back under his pillow.
“Yes?” he chirped with a cheerfulness he didn’t feel.
“Malik, Ryou’s home. Come downstairs.”
Malik breathed a sigh of relied and laid back on the bed. //Marik, I didn’t hear you come home. //
//You never do. Open up. Were you crying? //
The boy got up and opened the door, smiling at his yami. “They said he could come home?”
“Yeah. Man, you should have seen Pharaoh freaking out. He thought Bakura was trying to rape Ryou or something because he caught them kissing, then he started yellin’ at Yugi!” the Egyptian couldn’t keep the smile off his face. “Classic shit. What’s up? Why’re you looking like that?”
“They were kissing?”
“That’s what Pharaoh said.”
“oh…” Malik wiped his eye and gave a grin. “Well, let’s go see Ryou! Is he going to cook us dinner?”
“Nah, Bakura will.”
They both made a face.
“Take out!” they said in unison, laughing.
Downstairs, Ryou leaned over Bakura’s shoulder while he chopped vegetables.
“Make sure they’re even or they won’t cook through.”
“Yeah yeah, whatever.”
The boy smacked him with a dish towel. “Ryou commands it!”
Bakura snickered and threw carrot pieces at Ryou, a few landing in the boy’s open mouth.
“You!”
Bakura laughed again and ducked a dish towel shot at the head. He stuck out his tongue and threw potato peelings. “En Garde!”
When Malik and Marik came down, no cooking was going on. Ryou and Bakura were having the Indy 500 around the kitchen’s island, throwing food stuffs at each other.
Marik laughed, but Malik only felt more pain. He excused himself and went back upstairs under the pretense of having forgotten something but just locked his door again and cried.
Why did he have to feel this way?
****
Seto typed away at his computer an unconscious grin spread across his usually serious face. Mokuba noticed this and decided it was the perfect time to ask his brother for the new gaming system he’d just seen on tv.
He slipped in the door and went over to the desk, leaning over his brother’s shoulder.
“Mokuba.”
“Hi nii-chan! Just coming to check on you!”
“No.” he said automatically, knowing the boy was up to something. “And before you can ask why, it’s because I said so and or because I control how we spend the money. Understand?”
Mokuba sighed, already defeated. He hated how his brother knew what he was thinking. “But Seto, it’s the newest –”
“No.”
“Greatest –”
“No.”
“All my friends –”
“No.”
“Setooo!” he whined, jostling the back of the chair. “Seto pleeeeeeze?!”
Seto laughed and shook his head, amused by his brother’s antics. “No. Mokuba, we may be rich, but I didn’t get us where we are now by simply buying everything we both want. I want a new car, but you don’t see me buying every new jaguar or mercedes do you?”
“But Seto! You already have six cars! I only have –”
“Four gaming systems, not to mention access to the latest Kaiba Corp gaming software. Shoo!”
The boy spun his brother’s chair. “Seto!”
“Mokuba.” He said, trying not to laugh at the serious expression on his little brother’s face.
“Please?” he asked, using the puppy dog eyes.
“What time is it?”
The boy was puzzled and answered. “Nearly ten why?”
“Bed time. Now, off with you.”
Mokuba whined, stomping his foot. “Seto! You’re the worst!” but he began leaving the room anyway. “I hate you.”
Seto got up and followed him. “No you don’t.”
He followed the boy to his room and when Mokuba was all set up for bed he tucked the boy in even though he was already 12.
“Good night.” He said, turning off the light.
“Wait, Seto!”
The CEO turned back, switching the light on. “Hm?”
“What were you smiling about earlier?”
“Huh?”
A devilish grin spread across Mokuba’s face. “You were thinking about Jou weren’t you?”
Seto frowned. “I broke up with that mutt a year ago. No one cheats on Seto Kaiba.”
Mokuba sat up. “I thought you were just sleeping together?”
The elder Kaiba smoothed his face over with his hand. “Who tells you these things!? Go to sleep!”
“I have my sources! Now, who were you thinking about?”
The CEO shook his head and turned the light off. “Good night Mokuba. Sweet dreams!”
“I’ll find out!”
Seto closed the door and smiled. Sure kid. He went back to his office still smiling as he thought of Bakura’s blush stained face.
Bakura huh?
****
Bakura and crew sat in the living room enjoying Thai food out of personal sized white cartons. Ryou dangled noodles over Bakura’s mouth and the yami ate them, not objecting the position of the hikari on his lap.
Marik surfed the channels while Malik sulked in the arm chair in what seemed to be the far end of the room. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, but the bronze skinned Egyptian couldn’t bring himself to let go of his feeling to soak up the atmosphere.
He just couldn’t understand how Bakura had chosen Ryou over him. Sure there was an attraction between yami and hikari, Marik and he had proved that, but it wasn’t the way Ryou and Bakura wanted it to be.
The boy had finished his food a long time ago and was now looking back and forth morosely from the tv to Ryou and Bakura, who were now whispering in each other’s ears.
Marik watched his hikari and shook his head. Maybe he should clue the boy in on the real situation and end his suffering. He pressed down on the directional pad and grinned as his favorite channel came up.
“Bakura! Look! It’s that show!”
The yami perked up and stopped trying to tickle Ryou to watch the television. “Which one?”
The tv showed a sleek looking toaster with photo technology that enabled the user to program the kind of toast they liked into the toaster so they could get perfect toast every time. The woman on the tv put a slice of toast in and adjusted it with a simple plus or minus button then waited. When the toast was done, it glided up, not popped and Marik clapped.
“I’m stealing one of those.”
“Don’t I know it!”
Ryou shook his head and got up. “You’re both crazy. I can’t believe the two of you like the home decorating channel. You’re so weird!”
They shushed him and waved him away as another item came on the tv. It was a variety of counter tops that was made out of recyclable materials, including money.
“Oooo…”
When Ryou left the room, Malik followed, intent on getting answers.
The white haired hikari dumped everyone’s mutual trash and began washing his hands, smiling as Malik came in.
“Hi Malik!”
“Don’t you ‘hi Malik’ me you home wrecking bitch!”
Ryou blinked. “Wha –what?”
“I liked Bakura first! Why’d you have to steal him from me! I thought you were with Yami! That’s what he says!”
The boy dried his hands and shook his head. “I’m not with Yami and Bakura isn’t my boyfriend,” a happy grin graced Ryou’s features. “He’s my yami!”
Malik narrowed his eyes and advanced on Ryou, causing the boy to back up and around the island.
“Malik, what are you doing, please!”
“I LOVED HIM FIRST!” the boy screamed, going for a knife. “I WAS WITH HIM FIRST!”
Ryou eyed the doorway ready to run, but was rescued as Bakura appeared.
“What the fuck are you screaming about Ishtar? Put that fucking knife down!”
Malik wasn’t about to listen to the man who broke his heart. “How dare you choose this lily white bitch over me! He’s nothing compared to me! What does he have that I don’t?!”
“What?” Bakura stared in disbelief. “You think Ryou’s my Boyfriend?”
Malik faltered. “Y-yes?”
Bakura started laughing and Ryou looked around, grinning nervously, not sure if he was out of danger yet.
“HOLY SHIT BAKURA COME SEE! YOU CAN HAVE KITCHEN CABINETS MADE OUTTA THE SAME SHIT AS CAR DOORS!”
The yami’s eyes lit up and he went back to the living room. Malik blinked and scratched his head, feeling foolish.
“I thought you and Bakura –”
“No.”
“So you and the Pharaoh…are you two…”
Ryou smiled. “No.”
“Oh.” He put the knife down, patting it. “Heh heh. Sorry about that whole…home wrecking bitch line.”
The pale boy just grinned, shaking his head. “You’re one of my best friend’s Malik. I know you were just upset.”
“Yeah…’upset’.” He looked down and away. “So um yeah…”
The doe eyed hikari looked at him expectantly and Malik laughed nervously then shouted out, “Yes Marik?” Before running off upstairs.
Ryou continued to smile and put the knife back.
“Ryou! Beer! Now!”
The boy smiled at the rude order, but went to the fridge and got two cans.
“Yes Yami!”
He went back into the living room and handed one to Marik, then snuggled into Bakura’s arms before he opened the beer and gave it to his yami, feeling content.
****
*Courtesy of Globe
*It’s coming together I think! Though I should have more Bakura scenes I want to run back to Marik and Yugi!
*Will they ever have sex? Where’s all the lemony freshness? Why do you keep hurting everyone? Is Jou a whore?
*Find out on the next exciting episode of: 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
Many Classic Moments*
Malik sat on the living room couch idly painting his toe nails while he watched the food channel. He really hoped Marik came home soon. He didn’t feel like being alone anymore.
He put the applicator back in the bottle and wiggled his toes. My what a manly shade of toe nail polish you have Grandma!
He snickered and stretched his legs out so that his toes could dry. The better to kick you with!
The bronze boy screwed the cap on the clear polish and set it out of reach. He didn’t want to accidentally kick it over. He briefly wondered if Bakura would like it and immediately teared up.
He didn’t understand what made the white haired yami snap, but he just couldn’t believe he meant all those things. Surely Bakura found him some what attractive.
I mean, we’ve been sleeping together for like…four months!
He brought his knees up to his chest and hugged them, wiggling his toes again. Who wouldn’t want a blond bombshell handing all over them?
Bakura, that’s who. I can’t believe he’s wasting his time on Ryou. Why have an albino when you could have sunshine?
The bronze hikari sighed and perked up considerably when he heard a key in the door. He jumped off the couch and went running for the door only to be confronted by Bakura.
The white haired yami had a cigarette hanging from his lips and two plastic bags hanging from his arm. He regarded Malik coolly as he stepped inside and locked the door again.
“Anyone home?”
Malik shook his head and hugged his elbows. He thought about saying something but just ran away upstairs instead. He slammed the door to his room and locked it, crying. He went over to his bed and reached under the pillow. He retrieved a cracked picture frame and smoothed it under his fingertips, hiccupping.
The picture frame held a rare shot of Bakura at his best, committing mischief. The pale skinned thief was spraying a sunbathing Marik and Pharaoh with a water gun, much to the other two yami’s annoyance, Malik pointing and laughing beside him. Malik liked to think that they were together in this picture, that they were just close enough, that they were a couple.
He’d tried to give it to the thief but it had been tossed out of the window before it had ever been opened.
A knock came at the door and he tensed, sliding the picture back under his pillow.
“Yes?” he chirped with a cheerfulness he didn’t feel.
“Malik, Ryou’s home. Come downstairs.”
Malik breathed a sigh of relied and laid back on the bed. //Marik, I didn’t hear you come home. //
//You never do. Open up. Were you crying? //
The boy got up and opened the door, smiling at his yami. “They said he could come home?”
“Yeah. Man, you should have seen Pharaoh freaking out. He thought Bakura was trying to rape Ryou or something because he caught them kissing, then he started yellin’ at Yugi!” the Egyptian couldn’t keep the smile off his face. “Classic shit. What’s up? Why’re you looking like that?”
“They were kissing?”
“That’s what Pharaoh said.”
“oh…” Malik wiped his eye and gave a grin. “Well, let’s go see Ryou! Is he going to cook us dinner?”
“Nah, Bakura will.”
They both made a face.
“Take out!” they said in unison, laughing.
Downstairs, Ryou leaned over Bakura’s shoulder while he chopped vegetables.
“Make sure they’re even or they won’t cook through.”
“Yeah yeah, whatever.”
The boy smacked him with a dish towel. “Ryou commands it!”
Bakura snickered and threw carrot pieces at Ryou, a few landing in the boy’s open mouth.
“You!”
Bakura laughed again and ducked a dish towel shot at the head. He stuck out his tongue and threw potato peelings. “En Garde!”
When Malik and Marik came down, no cooking was going on. Ryou and Bakura were having the Indy 500 around the kitchen’s island, throwing food stuffs at each other.
Marik laughed, but Malik only felt more pain. He excused himself and went back upstairs under the pretense of having forgotten something but just locked his door again and cried.
Why did he have to feel this way?
****
Seto typed away at his computer an unconscious grin spread across his usually serious face. Mokuba noticed this and decided it was the perfect time to ask his brother for the new gaming system he’d just seen on tv.
He slipped in the door and went over to the desk, leaning over his brother’s shoulder.
“Mokuba.”
“Hi nii-chan! Just coming to check on you!”
“No.” he said automatically, knowing the boy was up to something. “And before you can ask why, it’s because I said so and or because I control how we spend the money. Understand?”
Mokuba sighed, already defeated. He hated how his brother knew what he was thinking. “But Seto, it’s the newest –”
“No.”
“Greatest –”
“No.”
“All my friends –”
“No.”
“Setooo!” he whined, jostling the back of the chair. “Seto pleeeeeeze?!”
Seto laughed and shook his head, amused by his brother’s antics. “No. Mokuba, we may be rich, but I didn’t get us where we are now by simply buying everything we both want. I want a new car, but you don’t see me buying every new jaguar or mercedes do you?”
“But Seto! You already have six cars! I only have –”
“Four gaming systems, not to mention access to the latest Kaiba Corp gaming software. Shoo!”
The boy spun his brother’s chair. “Seto!”
“Mokuba.” He said, trying not to laugh at the serious expression on his little brother’s face.
“Please?” he asked, using the puppy dog eyes.
“What time is it?”
The boy was puzzled and answered. “Nearly ten why?”
“Bed time. Now, off with you.”
Mokuba whined, stomping his foot. “Seto! You’re the worst!” but he began leaving the room anyway. “I hate you.”
Seto got up and followed him. “No you don’t.”
He followed the boy to his room and when Mokuba was all set up for bed he tucked the boy in even though he was already 12.
“Good night.” He said, turning off the light.
“Wait, Seto!”
The CEO turned back, switching the light on. “Hm?”
“What were you smiling about earlier?”
“Huh?”
A devilish grin spread across Mokuba’s face. “You were thinking about Jou weren’t you?”
Seto frowned. “I broke up with that mutt a year ago. No one cheats on Seto Kaiba.”
Mokuba sat up. “I thought you were just sleeping together?”
The elder Kaiba smoothed his face over with his hand. “Who tells you these things!? Go to sleep!”
“I have my sources! Now, who were you thinking about?”
The CEO shook his head and turned the light off. “Good night Mokuba. Sweet dreams!”
“I’ll find out!”
Seto closed the door and smiled. Sure kid. He went back to his office still smiling as he thought of Bakura’s blush stained face.
Bakura huh?
****
Bakura and crew sat in the living room enjoying Thai food out of personal sized white cartons. Ryou dangled noodles over Bakura’s mouth and the yami ate them, not objecting the position of the hikari on his lap.
Marik surfed the channels while Malik sulked in the arm chair in what seemed to be the far end of the room. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, but the bronze skinned Egyptian couldn’t bring himself to let go of his feeling to soak up the atmosphere.
He just couldn’t understand how Bakura had chosen Ryou over him. Sure there was an attraction between yami and hikari, Marik and he had proved that, but it wasn’t the way Ryou and Bakura wanted it to be.
The boy had finished his food a long time ago and was now looking back and forth morosely from the tv to Ryou and Bakura, who were now whispering in each other’s ears.
Marik watched his hikari and shook his head. Maybe he should clue the boy in on the real situation and end his suffering. He pressed down on the directional pad and grinned as his favorite channel came up.
“Bakura! Look! It’s that show!”
The yami perked up and stopped trying to tickle Ryou to watch the television. “Which one?”
The tv showed a sleek looking toaster with photo technology that enabled the user to program the kind of toast they liked into the toaster so they could get perfect toast every time. The woman on the tv put a slice of toast in and adjusted it with a simple plus or minus button then waited. When the toast was done, it glided up, not popped and Marik clapped.
“I’m stealing one of those.”
“Don’t I know it!”
Ryou shook his head and got up. “You’re both crazy. I can’t believe the two of you like the home decorating channel. You’re so weird!”
They shushed him and waved him away as another item came on the tv. It was a variety of counter tops that was made out of recyclable materials, including money.
“Oooo…”
When Ryou left the room, Malik followed, intent on getting answers.
The white haired hikari dumped everyone’s mutual trash and began washing his hands, smiling as Malik came in.
“Hi Malik!”
“Don’t you ‘hi Malik’ me you home wrecking bitch!”
Ryou blinked. “Wha –what?”
“I liked Bakura first! Why’d you have to steal him from me! I thought you were with Yami! That’s what he says!”
The boy dried his hands and shook his head. “I’m not with Yami and Bakura isn’t my boyfriend,” a happy grin graced Ryou’s features. “He’s my yami!”
Malik narrowed his eyes and advanced on Ryou, causing the boy to back up and around the island.
“Malik, what are you doing, please!”
“I LOVED HIM FIRST!” the boy screamed, going for a knife. “I WAS WITH HIM FIRST!”
Ryou eyed the doorway ready to run, but was rescued as Bakura appeared.
“What the fuck are you screaming about Ishtar? Put that fucking knife down!”
Malik wasn’t about to listen to the man who broke his heart. “How dare you choose this lily white bitch over me! He’s nothing compared to me! What does he have that I don’t?!”
“What?” Bakura stared in disbelief. “You think Ryou’s my Boyfriend?”
Malik faltered. “Y-yes?”
Bakura started laughing and Ryou looked around, grinning nervously, not sure if he was out of danger yet.
“HOLY SHIT BAKURA COME SEE! YOU CAN HAVE KITCHEN CABINETS MADE OUTTA THE SAME SHIT AS CAR DOORS!”
The yami’s eyes lit up and he went back to the living room. Malik blinked and scratched his head, feeling foolish.
“I thought you and Bakura –”
“No.”
“So you and the Pharaoh…are you two…”
Ryou smiled. “No.”
“Oh.” He put the knife down, patting it. “Heh heh. Sorry about that whole…home wrecking bitch line.”
The pale boy just grinned, shaking his head. “You’re one of my best friend’s Malik. I know you were just upset.”
“Yeah…’upset’.” He looked down and away. “So um yeah…”
The doe eyed hikari looked at him expectantly and Malik laughed nervously then shouted out, “Yes Marik?” Before running off upstairs.
Ryou continued to smile and put the knife back.
“Ryou! Beer! Now!”
The boy smiled at the rude order, but went to the fridge and got two cans.
“Yes Yami!”
He went back into the living room and handed one to Marik, then snuggled into Bakura’s arms before he opened the beer and gave it to his yami, feeling content.
****
*Courtesy of Globe
*It’s coming together I think! Though I should have more Bakura scenes I want to run back to Marik and Yugi!
*Will they ever have sex? Where’s all the lemony freshness? Why do you keep hurting everyone? Is Jou a whore?
*Find out on the next exciting episode of: YOU CAN DO THAT!