With You

With You

Summary: Dartz and Ryou in the beginning of their relationship
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh. If I did…*begins to laugh evilly*
Warning: Fluffy like a bunny


A slow smile spread across Ryou’s face as he stared out of the window in his math class. He was day dreaming and not just about anything. He was dreaming about Dartz. What he didn’t realize was that the teacher was standing by his desk with a wicked looking ruler and just as the white haired boy let out loaded sigh, complete with blushing cheeks and a tongue across the lips, he smacked with said ruler.

“OW!” he yelped, glaring at who ever hit him.

“Then pay attention! You drift off everyday about this time and I don’t care if you’re one of the better students, no one does that in my class!”

The woman heel stomped back to the front of the room and Ryou rubbed his hand, eyes flashing sinisterly for a second.

“no one hits me…” he muttered, re-opening his note book.

After class, his black mood dissipated as he walked into the cafeteria. Even from the entrance he could already see his friends making mischief. He approached his usual table and put his food down in his place before going back down table to sit next to his yami.

“Yami…”

“hn?” Bakura was chewing his banana with an uninterested look on his face, chin on one hand.

“Yami, please look at my hand.” He held out his hand and the boy inspected it, frowning as he saw the bruise.

“Who the fuck did this?”

Marik and Malik stopped trying to force feed each other pudding and paid attention to the scene, Yugi leaning forward to see.

“Wow Ryou! That looks like it hurts!” the spike haired teen at a goldfish cracker and took Ryou’s hand to inspect as well. “You should get some ice!”

Malik took it next, poking it. “Oooo…think it’ll turn purple or blue Yami-chan?”

Marik ate a spoonful of vanilla pudding. “I dunno.” He ate another and smirked as he saw the rage building in Bakura’s eyes. “But who ever did this is getting their ass whooped.”

Ryou put on his most innocent face, his wide eyes shining. “It wasn’t my fault Yami. I just looked out of the window and she smacked me really hard!”

Bakura squeezed the life out of his Capri sun. “Who?”

“Samae-san. My math teacher.”

“That bitch…” the yami growled. He looked Ryou in the eyes. “What sort of car does she drive?”

Ryou shrugged, getting up to go back to his lunch. “I don’t know Yami. Please, don’t do anything. I just wanted to tell you so…so you didn’t think Dartz was hurting me!”

Yugi and Malik gave each other knowing looks and laughed. They knew the game Ryou was playing. Telling your yami about something someone did to you was a sure way to get that person punished and they knew it. Malik did it on a daily basis and Yugi, though he didn’t use it often, never minded if someone suffered a penalty game at Yami’s hands.

Seto and Otogi came to the table, arguing.

“You’re going Dice boy!”

“No way! I’m not anything like the rest of you!”

Seto made a face. “You’re in a business are you not? You make over twenty one million yen?”

Otogi sighed, letting Malik pull him down for a kiss. He sat down and snaked his arm around the boy’s neck, kissing his forehead. “Come on Kaiba, I don’t do ‘get togethers’.”

Kaiba sat down, scowling. He opened his bento and stared at it, sighing. “You could meet important people there. I’m telling you Ryuuji.”

Malik scratched under Otogi’s chin and narrowed his eyes at Kaiba. “He said ‘no’ so just leave him alone unless you want a black eye.” He offered his lover some pudding, which Otogi gladly accepted.

Bakura eyed Kaiba briefly, then jumped as Marik pinched him in the side. “Damn it Ishtar!”

Marik laughed and did the same to Yugi, who was used to it and merely smacked Marik on the back of the head and continued to eat his lunch.

Ryou giggled, hiding behind his injured hand to which Seto swore.

“Damn, Samae get you too?”

The boy nodded and Seto winced. “That psycho bitch should be fired. She tried to hit me and missed. Ruler broke.”

Bakura laughed and stole Malik’s drink, finishing it before the hikari could protest.

“Seto-kun, that’s awful!” Ryou gave some of his drink to Malik, not taking his attention from Seto. “Were you day dreaming too?”

Kaiba barked a laugh. “Yeah right. I asked her if she was so smart why did she need the teacher’s edition and she didn’t like that.”

Ryou laughed softly and listened to the rest of the lunch time banter.


Over at Dartz’s table, the blond and the aqua haired boy were not talking. This didn’t go unnoticed by Varon, Mai, and Amelda, but they all decided to stay quiet about it seeing as Raphael and Dartz were closer than the rest of them and would work it out on their own.

Amelda got up suddenly. “Gotta hot date. See ya.”

Varon rolled his eyes. “He means sex behoind the school wif Yami. Simply d’gustin’. Oi could care less if ya loike guois. But sex at school just ain’t roight.”

Mai laughed at this, tossing her hair. “You’re really full of it you know that Varon?”

Dartz smiled and ate his sandwich. Raphael sighed and left the table, exiting the cafeteria. The aqua haired teen stopped eating momentarily, frowning before he continued.

****

Ryou hung on Dartz’s arm, pulling and pleading. “Dartz! Please! Just an hour!”

The older teen shook his head and kissed Ryou. “Dearest, I can’t. I have to go to the office today –please let go?”

The white haired boy let go, pouting. “But I told my driver I wouldn’t need him today!”

“I’m sorry Dearest, would you like me to call you a limo?”

Ryou turned away, sighing. “No, I’ll find Bakura…”

“Ryou?”

The boy clutched his books to his chest and walked away, the cold wind blowing his hair.


Ryou found his yami waiting by his locker, a satisfied smile on his face.

“yami?”

The white haired thief grinned. “I took care of it.”

Ryou gave the boy a hug. “Thank you.”

Bakura yawned. “Seto’s busy. What are you doing?”

“Dartz has to go to the office. I was going to go home and make tea.”

“Boring!” He tugged Ryou’s jacket. “Hey.”

The doe eyed boy smiled, ignoring the yami to put his books away. Bakura pulled him closer, grinning as well.

“Hey I said. Come on.”

The boy giggled. “I am not going stealing with you!”

“Not stealing. Casing. Come on!”

Ryou sighed and looked at his yami. He had trouble not bursting into laughter. Bakura was doing a perfect imitation of the hikari “Please yami please” stare. He smiled wider and shook his head.

“I’m going to jail just because you’re lonely!”

“Yes!” Bakura pulled him along. “Let’s go! We need to stop at home first.”

****

Malik walked over to his dresser with his shirt off. He wasn’t in the happiest moods. Otogi stood nearby, watching his boyfriend warily.

“Malik, it wasn’t what it looked like. He was just asking for answers!”

The Egyptian scowled, his muscles flexing unconsciously. “The hell he was. I saw you letting him feel all over you.”

“Malik please…you know I love you.”

Malik stared at Otogi, narrowing his eyes. “I should cut you to ribbons. You don’t know what jealousy is.” The golden haired boy fished a shirt out of his drawer and put it on. It was loose and wrinkled with the words “fcuk” on it.

The raven haired boy stepped forward hesitantly, slowly moving his hands under Malik’s shirt even as the boy continued to glower at him. He nuzzled Malik’s neck and pressed close to him.

“I’m sorry baby, it won’t happen again.”

“I don’t control you. Fuck him if you want.”

Otogi kissed under Malik’s chin. “You know I don’t baby. You know I love you, don’t you?”

“All you do is piss me off. What was that yesterday with you and Kaiba all hush hush?”

Otogi giggled and kissed Malik on the mouth. “So jealous…you’re so hot when you’re angry.”

The Egyptian snorted, ripping the tie off Otogi’s hair. “Stop trying to seduce me and get into bed. You’ve been teasing me all day.”

The Dice King did as he was told, walking away from Malik, a sway in his hips. The desert blond growled and followed his lover, ready to relieve some of his anger.

Malik heard the door open downstairs and ignored it. It was probably Bakura or his yami. He could care less. Otogi unzipping his pants was his priority right now.

**

Ryou sat in Bakura’s room, playing with his hand held gaming system. The yami was currently changing clothes and making sure his weapons were in place.

“Ryou.”

“un?”

“Do you have the Millennium Ring? I might need it if we get caught.”

“un.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” He turned around and saw Ryou with the game. “Damn it Ryou, I’ll get you one. Pay attention!”

Ryou looked up at Bakura, a dazed expression on his face. “Tea?”

“No, I asked if you wanted to fuck. You said yeah. Off with your pants!”

Ryou giggled and put down the game. “Yes Yami?”

“Do you have the Ring?”

“It’s at home. Let’s go get it.” The boy picked the game back up and Bakura threw his hat at him.

“Let’s go.”


Soon, the two were driving across town to Ryou’s apartment, the radio, for once not blasting, was still playing something obscene and screaming.

“Bambi!”

“Un?”

“Your father called. He was speaking in English and Malik picked up the phone.”

Ryou smiled, knowing that wasn’t a good thing. “What’d he say?”

“We gave him the number to your new place…I think. Marik got a hold of the phone and he doesn’t know English that well…he can read it you know, but he can’t speak worth a damn…”

“So?”

“Your dad thinks we sold you into slavery. For rent money.”

Ryou started cracking up and Bakura grinned. “Yeah, he was like, ‘where’s ryou!’ I told him where you were though. Has he called you?”

The boy shook his head and looked up at their surroundings when the car stopped. “We’re here.”

They got out and went upstairs. Bakura swore softly. “Damn Ryou…I didn’t get to see the whole place when I was here last. Good thing I fuck Kaiba huh?”

The white haired boy let the yami follow him into his room, tossing down his bags and going into the closet. He returned with the Millennium Ring and Bakura took it from him, kissing him on the forehead.

“Thanks hot stuff. Let’s go!”

Ryou patted Bakura’s cheek. “Tea!”

“What?!”

The boy giggled as Bakura hugged him from behind, putting him in a gentle choke hold. “You’ve got problems!”

Ryou just kept smiling and walked to the kitchen, Bakura attached to his back.

****

Pegasus sat at the café, nervous to say the least. It was now just after five and after checking his watch obsessively for the past five minutes; it appeared that only another minute had gone by.

He blew gently at his tea and leaned to watch the door, leg bouncing anxiously.

Suddenly, the bell rang and Pegasus relaxed, raising his hand a little to beckon the person his way.

Pulling the scarf off of his mouth and clutching a rectangular package, Raphael sat down, looking everywhere except Pegasus’s face.

“I told my father I was going to Dartz’s.”

“You shouldn’t lie like that.” Pegasus sipped his tea and tried not to look so nervous. “I…called you at school.”

Raphael looked down. “I know. Look…Dartz told me everything…but surely you aren’t that way now?”

Pegasus sipped his tea again. “I’ve grown up a lot…since –well let’s just say I’ve grown up considerably in the past few years.”

The teen nodded and put the package on the table, sliding it to Pegasus. “This is for you.”

The man put down his tea and touched the package. “I said you could keep the laptop –”

“It’s not the laptop…” Raphael ordered some coffee and watched Pegasus expectantly. “Open it?”

The silver haired man nodded and carefully opened the brown the packaging. Inside he found a stack of vintage comic books and he smiled immediately.

“This is wonderful! You didn’t have to do this!” He picked up one and began to look through it with gloved fingers. “Amazing…”

Raphael stared down at his hands, hiding his smile. He’d ordered them online just a few days ago. “Glad you like it.”

His coffee came and the two sat there drinking for sometime, watching people pass by, and enjoying the atmosphere.

“I won’t be at the party. I want to thank you for coming to see me one last time.”

Raphael looked up. “Why not?”

Pegasus shrugged and smiled wistfully. “Why go? I’m not any sort of power player anymore. It all belongs to Kaiba now. I get royalties…and I get to paint everyday now.”

“Big houses are lonely with no one in them.”

“They are.” The man sipped his tea. “But, you should go. I mean, isn’t your father saying you have to?”

Raphael nodded. He stared into his coffee. “There will be no one to talk to. Dartz is…moody.”

“Isn’t he just? I don’t even have to call him Dartzy-boy. I think he’s naturally bothered by my stunning presence!”

Raphael laughed, looking into the man’s good eye. “I think he thinks of me as his muscle. That’s why he keeps me around. I mean, we’re friends but…ah, since he got that boyfriend…”

“Lonely?”

“Oh yeah.” Raphael smiled again. “Not that hanging out with the team isn’t great, but you can only get drunk so many times and screw random cheerleaders so much!”

Pegasus smiled. “Yes, random sex does get old.”

They both looked outside and it started to snow. The white haired man put money on the counter and stood up, holding out his hand.

“It was nice while it last, hm?”

Raphael got up and took Pegasus’s hand, a pained expression reflected in his eyes. “You’re leaving?”

“I’m already packed. My private jet is scheduled to leave tomorrow afternoon.”

The blond felt Pegasus’s hand slip away from him and a pain spread in his chest. “You…can message me.”

“Of course!”

“And –and call if you’d like.”

He nodded and leaned forward to kiss Raphael on the cheek, European style. “Later.”

Raphael turned as Pegasus left him standing in the café, his hand still open.


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*Oh god! Pegasus! Turn back! He LOVES YOU! *cries*
*Okay, I know I promised Lemon soon, but I promise! Lemon soon! ^w^