Surprises

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything mentioned in here.... All I own is the general idea of the story.

Wow, I haven’t updated in fucking forever. Well, I am now. I dunno when I can again, so don’t expect it anytime soon. But I might surprise you.

Chapter 5 - 4:20

Marik walked casually down the hall of the apartment building and looked at the numbers on the each of the doors. He stopped in front of a door and took one hand out of his pants pocket and knocked on the door, continuously.

The door was swung open and Isis stopped, with wide eyes, when she saw Marik, “What do you want?”

Marik grinned at her, “I need a place to lay low for the night.”

“What did you do this time?” she asked as she rolled her eyes, stepping back to let her brother’s yami in the apartment, “Kill another?”

“No, not this time,” he answered as he plopped down on the couch and propped his feet up on the coffee table, “Bakura and I got separated while running from the cops.”

Isis sighed and shook her head, sitting down on the couch next to Marik, “Why were you running from the cops?”

Marik flashed her a grin and chuckled, “We were gonna go teach a lesson to somebody who was talking shit about me, but the cops were already there and well..... we fought back when they tried to cuff us and ran.”

Isis got up and walked down the hall. She came back with a pillow and a blanket and tossed them at Marik, “Make yourself comfortable. If the cops come here looking for you, you had better get out,” she said and turned away, going back down the hall, “You know where everything is.”

Marik set the pillow behind his back and leaned on it, then flapped the blanket out and covered his feet. He looked around and noticed how the apartment had been slightly redecorated. He shook his head and grabbed the remote off of the coffee table, flipping on the television, and sat back getting comfortable for the night.


Bakura looked over to the kitchen door as he heard a crashing sound. There was Ryou on his ass with half the things that were on the counter on the floor next to him. He grinned, idiotically, at his yami and giggled.

“Ryou, what the hell are you doing?” the former tomb-raider got out of his seat and walked over and stopped in front of Ryou.

“You seemed mad, so I thought I’d come in here and cheer you up,” Ryou said, smiling at him.

“You know, cheering up is for sadness, not anger,” Bakura squatted down in front of him.

Ryou shrugged and stared at Bakura, “You seemed both. Whatever. What’s wrong, yami? Why are you mad?”

“Marik’s a moron,” Bakura stated, bluntly, then sat completely down in front of the man.

“That’s nothing new,” Ryou replied, pushing some silver hair behind his ear.

Bakura chuckled and leaned back on his elbows, eyeing Ryou up and down. He leaned his head to the side and sighed. He wondered if this night was real. It seemed to be a faint illusion that his hands just barely reached.

“You’re beautiful,” came out of his mouth in a whisper before he knew what he was saying. He closed his mouth suddenly and a blush crept up on his pale cheeks as Ryou stared at him with those wide eyes, blinking.

Ryou gave him a small smile and leaned forward on his hands, crawling toward the yami. He stopped right in front of him and placed his hands atop the dark spirit’s thighs, then leaned up and captured his lips in a soothing kiss. His tongue slid across Bakura’s bottom lip, then slid into the other’s mouth when the lips parted, working its way around the yami’s mouth.

Bakura raised a hand up and gripped the man’s soft hair, dueling Ryou’s tongue in a desperate battle for dominance. He ran his other hand down Ryou’s back, stopping to squeeze his ass. He moaned as he felt the other’s hand down his pants, running the slick fingers down the hardening length.

The kitchen door swung open and there was a squeak, along with, “Oh, shit, sorry.”

The two looked over to the kitchen door where Yugi stood, staring down at the floor with a deep blush on his cheeks. He stared at his shoes, his hands behind his back, twisting around each other. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Yugi looked up at them and gave them a small glare when he saw the two with huge grins on their faces.

“What?” he asked, confused. Were they making fun of him or what?

Ryou rolled over to sit beside Bakura instead of being on him. He leaned back on his hands and continued to grin up at Yugi.

“Why did you come in here?” Bakura asked, the corners of his mouth still slightly up.

“I.... I was looking for Yami,” the tri-hair colored man said, looking at the floor again.

“What’s so interesting on the floor?” Bakura questioned, glancing to the floor, then back up to the other’s face, “And the Pharaoh isn’t at the party anymore.”

“Huh. He didn’t tell me he was leaving. That’s weird,” Yugi thought aloud, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“That’s probably because he was too busy dragging his fuckbuddy out of the house so he wouldn’t die,” the former tomb-raider replied, getting up and going to the dining table. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes off of it and put one to his lips, lighting it with a lighter that came out of the pack as well. Glancing at the smaller man, he chuckled at the confused look on Yugi’s face.

“Wha?” was all that came out of Yugi’s mouth, then after a minute he asked, “Wait, who’s his fuckbuddy?”

“Malik,” Bakura answered, hopping on the table, taking the cigarette from his mouth.

Yugi glanced at Ryou who suddenly had a scowl on his face and it clicked. He fell silent and looked up at Bakura who didn’t look all that friendly at the moment.

“Ryou...” he said, quietly, and walked over, sitting next to the other man, “I’m sorry. I had no idea.”

Ryou shook his head and gave Yugi a small smile, “It’s okay. I’m finding out that Bakura is a lot better....” he leaned over and whispered the last part in Yugi’s ear, “In more ways than one.”

Yugi chuckled and glanced over at Bakura who raised an eyebrow at the two on the floor. He smiled back at Ryou, then took a look around the room. He couldn’t help but thinking that he was damn glad he didn’t have to clean this up. But then again, he kind of felt sorry for Ryou because he’d be the one cleaning up the whole house.

Bakura suddenly jumped up as he heard “Get Stoned” by Hinder start playing in the living room. He glanced at his watch and realized it was almost 4:20. He ran upstairs and into his room. He opened the nightstand next to the bed and pulled out a mango blunt, pre-rolled. Slamming the drawer closed, he ran out of the room, stopping to lock it back, then raced downstairs and into the kitchen.

“Get your asses up! It’s almost 4:20 and Get Stoned is playing,” he ordered Yugi and Ryou who stared up at him with wide eyes, “NOW!”

The two jumped up and followed him into the living room. Bakura plopped down on the couch and patted the seats next to him. Ryou sat in the middle and Yugi sat on the side of him.


Bakura glanced at his watch and put the blunt in his lips, lighting the end. He took a huge hit, filling his lungs with smoke and held it in. He motioned for Ryou to take it and kept glancing at the clock. After Ryou took his hit, he passed it to Yugi who took a small hit and coughed like a rookie.

Bakura couldn’t help but letting out his hit by laughing at Yugi. He cleared his throat and grabbed the blunt back from the man, “Don’t smoke much?”

“No,” Yugi continued coughing, holding his throat, “That was the first time I actually took a first-hand hit.”

“You’ve got to be joking,” Bakura’s eyes widened as he took a hit and passed it to Ryou.

“No, I’m not joking,” Yugi looked at him with watery eyes.

Bakura held his nose closed to keep from letting out his hit from laughing at the small man. He forced his mouth to stay closed and tried to not laugh.

Ryou sat back and watched the smoke rise into the air as he exhaled slowly. He took another hit before he offered it to Yugi who shook his head. Ryou shrugged and passed it back to Bakura who let out his hit and took the blunt.

Bakura took a hit then spoke, holding the hit in, “Come on, Yugi. Second-hand high is nothing compared to first-hand. Take a hit.”

“You’re the person our parents told us to watch out for, Bakura,” Ryou said, smoke coming out of his mouth as he spoke, “You’re the peer pressure.”

Bakura exhaled, letting out his hit and chuckled, “Hell yeah, I am. Too bad I didn’t go to school with you. Now, Yugi take a hit!”

“Will you shut up if I take a hit?” Yugi asked as he looked at the blunt that Bakura was holding out to him.

“I’ll shut up only if you smoke the whole blunt with us,” the spirit said, grinning like a hell spawn, “You know you want to....”

Ryou looked up from the blunt to Yugi, “Yugi, take advantage of this. This is his way of being nice. He never gives stuff away, especially his weed, but he offering some to you. Take it.”

Yugi snatched the blunt from the yami and rolled his eyes, taking a small hit. Before he could let it out, Bakura ordered, “Hold it in. It ain’t like smoking a cigarette.”

The small man choked on the hit, then let it out, and handed the blunt to Bakura. The dark spirit snickered and took a hit, then passed it to Ryou. The silver haired man took the blunt and took a long hit, passing it to Yugi again.

Bakura laid his head back, resting it on the top of the couch. He closed his eyes as “Walk” by Pantera started on the stereo and held out his hand when Ryou tugged on his shirt. The blunt was placed between his thumb and forefinger and he brought it to his lips, inhaling the illegal substance into his lungs.

They continued to smoke the fat blunt for about another 20 minutes until it burned down to a roach size. Bakura stubbed it out in an ashtray after he had taken the last hit and looked over at Yugi whose normally bright wide eyes were drooped down to nearly being closed. Of what could still be seen of his eyes were bloodshot like a bitch.

Ryou got up and pulled Bakura up after him as “Boogyman” by ICP started playing, “Come on, Bakura. Let him sleep and let’s dance.”

Bakura smirked and let himself be pulled up. Ryou pulled the spirit’s body flush against his and started to move along with the music, grinding their bodies together in all the right ways.

The dark spirit was in heaven as he moved with his hikari. He grabbed Ryou’s chin, their bodies still in movement and captured his lips in his own. He wanted to devour the man against him and was in the right mind set to do it. He moved forward, forcing Ryou back toward the wall.

Ryou grunted as Bakura slammed him into the wall and let the yami do whatever he pleased. Ryou didn’t care who saw, he stoned and horny. He needed his darkness.

Bakura pulled off Ryou’s shirt and covered every inch of pale flesh with his mouth, pausing to bite lightly at the man’s nipples, elicting a moaning from him. He moved down his body swiftly and yanked down the pants, taking Ryou’s erection into his mouth.

Ryou groaned and his knees threatened to buckle on him. Bakura, sensing this, slid the man slowly down the hall to the floor where he continued his actions. The spirit came up suddenly, crashing his lips against his light’s. He gave Ryou no time to think or respond before he had yanked down his own pants and slammed into the man.

Ryou cried out, yet still pushed against Bakura, trying to bury him deeper. Blood pooled under them, but neither noticed as their attention was wrapped up in each other. He yanked at the spirit’s hair and raked his nails up Bakura’s back, leaving red trails.

Bakura reached down and pumped Ryou in time with their wild thrusts. He went faster as his hikari’s moans and cries became more desperate. He sped up all he could, slamming Ryou into the wall behind the man.

Ryou pulled his mouth from Bakura and gasped for air, then cried out as he release overtook him, his body spasming. Bakura growled and bit down on his bottom lips as he came. He could taste blood as it flowed into his mouth from his lip.

As they both came to stopping their movements, they collapsed. Their breath came in short and quick. Sweat dropped down their bodies and mixed in with the blood under them.

“That.... was a hell of a party.... Bakura,” Ryou said, after he had somewhat caught his breath.

Bakura smirked and looked down at Ryou, “It’s not over yet...”
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Yep. Did you enjoy it? Yes, yes, I know this party is really long, but it’s fun. No telling how long it’ll last. I think I’m gonna try to wrap it up in the next chapter, then see where I can go from there.

Review or I will shank you with a rusty spoon! ......I’m kidding..... I think. O_o

Until next time.....

All errors should be fixed now.....