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

My Dear Boy*

Malik attached himself to Otogi’s arm as the two made their way through the halls. It was nearly fifth period so the two were going to their lockers.

“Otogi-kun! Walk me to my locker?”

“Hn? Sure! But remember, I gotta tell Yami Yugi can’t do it before class starts.”

The bronze hikari pulled him down a left hall way and over to the middle of a row of lockers. He spun the pink MasterLock and jerked it open, retrieving a binder and a thick book before grinning back at Otogi.

“Ready!”

The black haired gamer submitted to Malik’s attentions all the way to class, when he gently shook the boy off and went to go speak with Yami who was sitting in the back of the room being admired by Anzu and crew.

“Hey Yami!”

“Otogi! What’s going on? Did you talk to Yugi?”

Otogi grinned, green eyes sparkling. “Yeah, he wants you to know that –”

“You can go suck your own dick!” Malik giggled and hung on Otogi’s arm once again, watching the Pharaoh’s face.”

Yami’s face was immediately infused with rage. “Tomb keeper –”

“But he really said that! Right Otogi-kun?” he said sweetly, batting his lavender eyes at the boy.

The Dice King chuckled and nodded. “And Bakura wants you to know that you’re a whore and –”

“My yami says you’re the only person he knows that can fuck a cheerio and not break it!” Malik leaned in. “Is that true Pharaoh?”

Yami pounded his fist to the desk and stood up. “What’s the meaning of this Otogi! I sent you to get a simple answer and you come back bringing this trash with you!”

The teen’s brow knit and he looked down at Malik, hurt reflected in the hikari’s eyes. “Hey! Yami, that’s what they said and Malik was only playing! He’s sixteen! What do you want!?”

“Save it!” the older teen growled. “Get out of my face. I’ll correct Yugi later!”

Malik bit his lip and unwound himself from Otogi. “You’re such an ass Pharaoh! That’s why no one likes you! You act like you’re better than everyone but you’re not you know!”

Yami slapped Malik across the face and glowered at him. “Watch your tone.”

Otogi stepped in front of Malik and pushed Yami back. “What the fuck Yami?! You don’t hit people because they tell you off –”

“Get that whore out of my sight!”

The raven haired teen narrowed his eyes. “Then why are you still here?” He took Malik by the arm and went to go sit at the front of the class.

Otogi looked at Malik. “you okay?”

The boy nodded, tearing up. “He hits really hard.”

“Malik?”

The bronze Egyptian shook his head and opened his binder, seeming to recover. “Let’s do History!”

****

“Why do I have to come?”

“Because I want you there”

“Ugh!” Marik let Yugi drag him towards the gates that led into the Kaiba estate, Bakura not that far behind.

The white haired yami was talking on his newly acquired cell phone.

“No, cook that one thing that we all like…yeah curry!...how should I know, I gave you money last week!...Fine, damn. Look in my room.”

Yugi looked at Bakura and indicated for him to get off the phone. The thief did so.

“I don’t know why I’m here either. Ryou’s making curry! Why couldn’t Malik come?”

Marik shrugged. “He said he wanted to take care of something. Just come on! You can steal from this prick at the least –”

“Oh no you don’t!” Yugi tweaked Marik’s side. “Behave!”

“Eh.”

Yugi pressed the buzzer and talked briefly into the intercom before the gates swung open, admitting them. Bakura began scowling the minute they walked through the gates and didn’t really stop until they got inside.


Seto Kaiba met his guest at the bottom of the main house’s primary stair case. He noticed Bakura’s quick flush of embarrassment when their eyes met and smirked.

“I see you’ve brought along your friends. I’d hoped you were merely being difficult.”

“Seto! Come on!”

The CEO waved his hand and beckoned them come upstairs. When he was sure they were behind him, he began talking.

“In light of the latest events, Duel Monsters running around and causing realistic damage, I’ve done my best to up the performance of my product so that the average gamer with enough money can enjoy the realism of Duel Monsters.”

“Stop trying to sell us. We’re not your suits.”

Seto’s eyebrow twitched, but he didn’t bother turning around. “Keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times Ishtar. That’s what it’s for.” They reached the top of the stairs and he looked at the Egyptian. “I wouldn’t want my Blue Eyes to suddenly get a liking for dark meat.”

Yugi giggled and pushed Seto playfully, gaining his smirk. “Where is it?”

“Right this way, unless your muscle wants a tour of the grounds.”

Marik clenched his fists. “I really sick of your mouth pretty boy –”

“Thanks for the compliment Blondie.” He motioned to the right and they began an impromptu tour of the second floor.

“Since mainly Mokuba uses this floor, many of the rooms are his and used for play or televison watching or nothing at all. The third floor contains our bedrooms, my office and something like a formal living room where we watch television together if the moment is available.”

They moved towards the end of the hall and went up more stairs that led to the third floor.

“On the fourth floor is where the dueling arena is. Although my portable duel disks are selling remarkably well, there’s nothing like the original.”

They walked past the formal living room Kaiba had mentioned and Marik and Bakura had to stop. They went inside and gaped at the huge, nearly ceiling to floor television.

“Holy shit man…”

“Ra…”

Bakura snatched up the remote and the two yamis stood in awe as their favorite channel was displayed in the biggest proportions they’d ever seen.

//Today on Decorating Cents we will be transforming this bland kitchen into a tropical get away for under five hundred dollars. //

“Oooo…” both boys chorused, standing there as if in trance.

Seto looked down at Yugi who shrugged. “I have no idea why, but they love this channel and the food channel…and the travel channel.” Yugi frowned. “All the discovery channels…”

“Hn. Well, I don’t have time to watch these apes puzzle over the monolith.”

Yugi smiled and went to retrieve Marik who protested, saying they were about to paint.

“You don’t want to leave me alone with Kaiba do you? Let’s duel Marik!”

“But they’re using pineapple yellow Yugi!”

Yugi dragged him away and Seto smiled. “Come on Marik!”

The two disappeared and Seto took this opportunity to observe Bakura at length. It appeared that the yami was completely unaware of anyone else when his little show was on and when it went to commercial, a tiny frown graced his features.

He watched the thief channel surf, ‘Ooo-ing’ and ‘Aw-ing’ as every click of the remote plastered another larger than life channel on screen. The food channel appeared and when Bakura took in the mammoth sized donut, he nearly drooled.

Seto went over to him and leaned close to his ear. “You couldn’t even steal enough cash to get one of these, let alone fit it in that place you call a house.”

Bakura blinked and frowned at Seto. “Shut up! I don’t care if you’re all rich and shit. I live where I live and I’m perfectly happy with the tv I bought with my ill gotten gains!”

“Sure you are…” the teen whispered, leaning in to kiss Bakura’s neck.

“Stop, I’m watching tv!”

The CEO wrapped his arms around the yami’s waist and picked him up a little, feasting on his neck all the more. Bakura, whimpered and felt his control slip, the remote falling from his hands as Seto moved them over to the couch. He retrieved the remote and aimed them at the room’s doors, closing them. He immediately went back to Bakura, who was now trying to escape.

Seto pulled him close again and threaded their fingers together, kissing up his neck and under his jaw.

“You’re all I thought about after lunch. I had to excuse myself in sixth and seventh period.”

“You’re a sinner Kaiba –ah!” Bakura leaned his head back and couldn’t suppress the smile curling on his lips. He’d never been treated this way, so gently, yet with just enough lust involved to turn him on. “You’re going to hell.”

“Over you, definitely…” He licked the thief’s ear and ran his hands up the boy’s uniform t-shirt, wondering why Bakura even bothered with the blue jacket when he was hotter without it.

Bakura giggled when his throat was nipped and tensed, pushing Kaiba away. “What the fuck!”

Seto wiped his mouth, smiling. “What’s wrong? Like it?”

“That’s precisely the problem! I’m not your bitch Kaiba! I don’t play it this way!” He glared at the CEO but had to turn his eyes away as the boy’s ice blue eyes bored into his own. He felt his hand being raised and his fingers being kissed.

“You’ll submit. You can’t not submit. I treat you too well.”

“I just want to fuck okay! SO can we get this over with?”

Seto captured Bakura’s face in a gently grip. “No, you want me to kiss you. You want someone to show you some tenderness, that’s why you moaned like a bitch in heat in the bathroom and giggled like a school girl just now. Admit it Bakura, you want to be my girl friend!”

Bakura shoved Kaiba away, jerking his jacket back into place. “That’s where you’re wrong ass wipe! I’m no one’s bitch! Now open the fuckin’ doors, I’m leaving!”

A smile played upon Kaiba’s lips as he balanced the remote in his hands. “I’ll give it to you if…you go out on a date with me.”

“FUCK NO!” Bakura stormed over to the doors and started yanking on them, pissed when they weren’t coming apart. “Let me the fuck out! You sadist!”

Seto smiled as he watched Bakura. He loved the way the boy’s lithe form tensed and tightened with each pull of the doors handles. He wanted to make the boy’s body do that in bed, just to see if it was the same.

Suddenly, Bakura lunged, knife out, going for Kaiba’s throat. “Open the fucking doors or so help me you will bleed to death today you prick!”

Seto stopped Bakura’s hand, gripping his wrist even as he was thrown back on the couch. He pressed a pressure points and the knife fell from a suddenly dead hand. He kissed Bakura’s wrist and watched the boy’s rage filled eyes glaze over.

“Go on a date with me…”

“No!” came the determined growl.

Seto kissed the boy’s wrist again and closed his eyes. “You’re skin is like the Holy Rose…so pale and beautiful.”

Bakura stopped dead in his tracks. He felt Seto sit them back up and watched the teenage CEO kiss up his arm, shoving his sleeve back. Seto then transferred his affections to Bakura’s neckline, pulling him close on his lap so the thief was straddling him.

“Just say yes Thief. I’m controlling myself the best I can…”

When Bakura recognized the hardness pressing into him as Kaiba’s erection he knew the boy spoke truthfully. If Kaiba had wanted, he could’ve raped him by now or at least pinned him.

A knock at the door stopped every thing and Seto tore his lips away from Bakura’s skin to growl at the door.

“What?!”

“Seto?” came Yugi’s sweet voice. “Marik and I are hungry. Where can we get something to eat?”

The CEO leaned his head against Bakura’s chest, smiling. “In the kitchens!” He yelled. He looked up at Bakura and kissed him chastely on the mouth. “god, yugi sure does have a crappy sense of timing…”

“Hold on!” he yelled, carefully making sure Bakura didn’t fall to the floor in a heap.

He helped Bakura stand up straight and handed him the remote. He gave the boy a kiss on the cheek and went towards the doors, waiting.

Bakura opened it, then made as if he were watching tv. Yugi hugged Seto when the door opened, gaining him a frown from Marik.

“How was it?”

“Um…” Yugi blushed, backing up a bit. “We just started making out…sorry Seto. But I’m sure it’s great! What were you two doing?”

“He tried to slit my throat when I took the remote from him.”

Marik laughed, clapping. “Sounds like you Bakura! Did I miss the show?”

“Yeah…”the boy whispered, staring at the tv, but not really seeing anything.

****

Malik sat on the front porch stairs, biting his lip. He’d been sitting out here for a while nursing a beer, freezing to death in his daisy dukes. He watched the street nervously, leaning to see who was coming down the street every five seconds.

He wasn’t sure anymore.

After school, Otogi had convinced him he needed to strike back at the Pharaoh for slapping him and that he had a plan. While he did want to get back at the Pharaoh, he wasn’t sure about Otogi. He’d never committed mischief with him before so was wary of the outcome. If it had been Bakura or Marik, he would have been sure.

After a few minutes, a sleek black Suzuki pulled up and the person removed their helmet.

Otogi shook out his hair, his ponytail snapping to life like a whip. It was past sundown, but not yet dark and the world was bathed in the blue grey of pre-night. The Dice king saw Malik and waved him over.

Malik got up and walked over to the bike barefoot. Tucking his hands in his armpits to warm them.

“Otogi, are you sure about this?”

“Yeah, we aren’t doing anything drastic, just scratching obscenities into his car and pissing in his gas tank.”

Malik looked down, wiggling his toes. “Gi-kun I dunno –”

The Dice King took the boy’s chin and looked in his eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t want him to get mad at me more and hit me again.”

“You’re afraid of him hitting you again?”

The hikari nodded, looking down. Otogi was shocked. Wasn’t Malik supposed to be some psycho, even more twisted than Bakura, the only hikari who could possibly double as his yami in personality any day of the week?

“Aw,” He pulled Malik close. “Don’t worry about Yami. He’s a pussy. I can’t believe you let him slap you anyway. You’re supposed to be scarier than Marik.”

Malik cocked his head to the side which Otogi found incredibly cute. “I am?”

“Yes.” He smiled at Malik and decided he liked having the bronze Egyptian in his arms. “Want to go anyway?”

“Yeah okay!”

Malik started to get on, but Otogi stopped him. “Malik, go inside and put some clothes on.”

“Yeah, you’re right!” the boy padded back inside the house, laughing.

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