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: No lemon this time, lemon next time

To Skye: "Meh" right back at cha and a bah humbug too. Have a nice day.

All Alone With You

Yugi shuffled into Yami’s room, holding up a tank top. “Yami.”

The youth looked up from his own packing and shook his head. “No.”

“Yamiii!” he whined. “You said no to the last six things! Come on!”

“I don’t think you should be dressing that way!” Yami folded a t-shirt and zipped his bag closed. “Have you packed your shower things? Tooth brush?”

Yugi rolled his eyes and started to walk out when Yami hugged him from behind. “I’m just trying to look out for you.”

“I’m not a baby…”

“I know. Go finish up.” He sent Yugi away with a gentle nudge and closed his door, flopping on the bed. “Oh Aibou…if you knew how hot you looked in all those clothes….” He closed his eyes and smiled. “I’m so wrong, I have a boyfriend after all…”

****

Ryou shook his head. “Again! You are not taking all this shit on vacation! It’s a weekend Malik, not a life sentence!”

He heard Marik laughing from his room down the hall and Ryou stormed over there. “Take ALL the weapons out of your bag!”

“Come on Ryou! You never know what could happen!”

The white haired hikaris got an evil look in his eye. “Do you know what could happen to you if you don’t listen to me?” His eye twitched and Marik flinched.

“um…Sure Ryou. Okay!”

Bakura poked his head. “Hey.”

Ryou turned around, giving a clap and smiling. “Yes Yami?” he chirped.

Marik made an imaginary noose behind the boy’s back and Bakura grinned.

“Ryou, come look at my bags. Leave them alone.”

“Okay!” he skipped after Bakura, all glitter and sunshine.

Marik breathed a sigh of relief and slipped two knives into his luggage, two already on him.


In Bakura’s room, Ryou looked over his yami’s bags, finding no problem except for the knife in plain view.

“Yami, what are you doing! I said no weapons!”

“Whatever. We’re going to some tropical island full of poor foreigners who job it is to serve us. I use to be poor, just like these people will be. I know what they’ll do. That’s why I’m taking my knife. To show them…the error of their ways.”

Ryou shook his head. “I suppose Marik has a similar explanation?”

“I did! Malik got it down to two bags…”

The white haired hikaris rubbed his forehead and left the room, muttering in English.

Marik smiled and sat on Bakura’s bed, bouncing. “Hot sex all this weekend huh?!”

Bakura laughed. “You know it! You’re going to pick up Yugi?”

“No, I thought we were all going in your ‘I scream to be fucked’ car?”

The thief rolled his eyes. “You’re really messed up you know that?”

The Egyptian grinned. “That’s what they tell me!”


An hour later, Ryou was waving everyone into the car. Bakura had given up on driving and was leaning back in his seat, cigarette hanging out of the window. Ryou started up the engine, Malik sighing happily as the engine purred.

“This car is so hot…”

Marik laughed and put Malik in a gentle head lock. “Shut up…did you call that bitch Ishizu?”

Malik nodded and yawned. “Where are we going?”

“To get Yugi…” Ryou sped up and cursed in English as someone tried to cut them off. Bakura closed his eyes and let the wind blow his hair.

“This is gonna be so kick ass…ya’ll are so lucky I fuck Kaiba…”

Ryou smiled and shook his head.

**

Yugi pushed Yami away from him, smoothing his clothes. “God damn Yami, why are you always trying to cop a feel!” He shouldered his bag and scooted his flip flops back on, seeing the white-gold car pull up. “Please make sure you leave a note for Grandpa!”

“I am! I won’t see you till I get there with Amelda! Kiss me good bye!”

“No Yami!” Yugi ruffled his hair instead and Yami sighed, putting his cheek on the glass counter.

“How does Marik do it…” he wondered aloud, dialing Amelda on his cell.


Yugi bounced outside in cargo shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt, shielding his eyes from the sun. Ryou got out and opened the trunk, helping Yugi with his one bag.

“Ready?”

Yugi smiled. “Yeah. It’s really nice of Kaiba to do this. I can’t believe he’s letting Yami and them come…”

The hikaris giggled. “Yami and them?”

Yugi shrugged and got in the car, squeezing in between Malik and Marik, hugging them both. “It’s like I own my own pair of people!” He then yelped as Malik pinched his rear.

“Malik!”

The blond laughed and Marik pulled Yugi on his lap, kissing his neck.

“you didn’t come by last night…” he whispered.

The spike haired teen blushed as he felt Marik’s hands travel up his shorts. “don’t…” he whispered. “i couldn’t…grandpa wanted us to have dinner together –don’t!” he giggled, kissing his boyfriend.

Malik patted Ryou on the shoulder. “Please drive faster. I’m trapped back here. It’s like being in a honey pot –”

“Marik!” Yugi sighed, “stop!”

Bakura seconded that as his chair was bumped. “Dammit Ryou…”

“Okay! Jeez!” Ryou drove faster, frowning as Malik continued to complain.

“They keep kissing!”

****

Seto straightened everything on his desk to inch precision and smoothed his hands over his laptop.

Should I take it? Bakura told me if he saw it he’d rip my face off…. He thought of all the un answered emails and possible problems that could occur over the weekend and looked at the packed bag at his feet.

For once, the young CEO was in casual clothing. In black jean shorts and sandals, Seto had opted for a simple loose button up tee and a tank top beneath. Of curse, Mokuba had chastised him for his choice of clothing still, saying he wasn’t “embracing” the summer time, but he didn’t care. He slipped his cell phone in his pocket and left his office, briefly telling a maid to go and get the driver.

Before he made it all the way downstairs he was told a number of his guests had arrived. As he reached the downstairs, the joy on Mokuba’s face told him it was his other set of guests.

Yami, Amelda, Jou, and Honda stood about, fooling around with Mokuba, playing keep away with the shorter boy’s bag. When they saw Seto, Jou set the bag down.

“H-hey Seto!”

The CEO shouldered his bag and walked out, leaving them behind. Mokuba sighed.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Yami patted his head. “We aren’t little one…”


Seto sat on the fountain outside of his manse, watching the road for a familiar white gold car. When it appeared, he smirked and crossed his arms as Ryou came roaring through the gate, skidding and turning right before he ran Seto over.

Bakura and Malik leapt from the car. “Thank GOD!” they both cried.

Yugi got out of the car, pulling down his shirt. “You’re all just jealous…” Marik followed him, zipping his pants and looking aggravated.

“Just a few more minutes and I coulda had something…”

Seto raised a brow. “You know what, you even think about doing that in my limo or my jet, your ass can find your own way to the Caribbean.”

Malik squeaked and hopped around. “Yay! Kaiba’s so great!” He latched on to the boy’s arm. “I never did pay you back for the birthday party! How about a little –Hey!”

Bakura pulled him back. “You stay away!” he snarled, becoming possessive.

Ryou went over to Seto and smiled. “Do you know when Dartz will be joining us?”

“He told me he’s got work to finish but will be at the resort later on this evening. I have the number to his private line if you want to call him.”

The boy shook his head. “It’s fine.” Ryou wandered away and around the fountain, taking out his cell phone.

**

“Akefiaaaa!” Ishizu cursed under her breath. “I should have known a cat named after Bakura would be a handful…”

“Do you need help?” a voice inquired.

Ishizu looked up, her cleavage showing in her low necked shirt. “Hm?”

“I…I said…” Shadi stared down Ishizu’s blouse openly, forgetting Rishid was here for his six month stay to ensure a chaste courtship. He was knocked upside the head with a meaty fist and collapsed, his nose bleeding.

“Rishid!” Ishizu got up and went over to the man. He was out cold. “You knocked him out!”

“I think he was about to faint anyway Sister. I don’t understand what you see in him.”

“That’s not the –”

Akefia scampered out of the bathroom, one of Ishizu’s shirts in tow. It made a flying leap and missed the couch, instead, it crashed into a very old vase, shattering it to pieces.

The bronze woman clapped her hands over her eyes. “Bast…why Bast why…”

Akefia recovered and walked off, tail high, like nothing happened. Rishid smiled.

“He reminds me of our brother. Malik is much like him…”

Ishizu rolled her eyes. “Don’t say that…”

****

Malik sneezed suddenly and Ryou offered him a small package of tissues. “Are you okay Malik?”

The boy shrugged and took the tissues. “Where’s Otogi! We’re not leaving without him!”

Seto rolled his eyes. They’d been waiting for an hour. “Egyptian!” he barked. “I am leaving in five minutes!”

Malik scowled. “Not without Otogi you aren’t. You even make a move for that limo and I’ll break your fucking legs…”

Seto turned around and glared at Malik. “I’m sure Otogi has his own private jet. Why don’t you go to the resort with him?”

Malik balled up his fists. “If you’re dead you won’t have a private jet either!”

The brunette gave him a dismissing look and before Malik could race over and clock him, Otogi purred up on his motorcycle. He took off his helmet and shook out his ponytail.

“Sorry. Had to close up the shop.” He saw Malik and smiled. “Hey Baby!”

Malik snorted and walked swiftly over to the limo, pushing Seto out of the way. He crawled in and shoved Yugi away from Malik. When the boy tried to protest, Malik gave him a look of pure hate and Yugi decided it was better to sit not so close.

Otogi got in the limo, joking with Seto, quieting down as he saw Malik looking pissed. “Do you want to come sit with me –”

Malik snapped something nasty in Egyptian and Marik sighed. “I wouldn’t talk to him for a while.”

Seto told his driver to get on with it and soon enough they were off. However, for such a full car, it was oddly quiet.

Yugi was stealing glances at Marik while Ryou pulled out a book. Jou yawned.

“This sucks. Is the whole trip gonna be like dis?”

“I can leave you on a box by the curb mutt!”

Bakura snickered and even Mokuba gave a wide grin. Jou rolled his eyes, closing them as Honda leaned on him.

Yami spoke up. “When should we get there Kaiba?”

“It’s afternoon here…so Perhaps in the afternoon there as well or the morning. Even in my jet it will still be around eight hours.”

A displeased groan filled the air and Yugi slumped down in his seat. “I wanna die…”

“Aibou!”

Yugi crossed his arms. “This totally sucks!”

“Aibou!” Yami was shocked. Is this the way Yugi acted around these people?

Ryou looked up from his book. “Please stop saying ‘aibou’. Yugi doesn’t like it and it sounds like Yugi’s your pet or something…”

Yami raised his brow. “Let’s not talk about who gets treated like a pet around here.”

Mokuba jumped in. “Yes let’s! Malik!”

The Egyptian was currently playing at one of Marik’s spikes. When his name was called he lazily looked over at Mokuba. “What?”

“Pets.”

Malik gave a sigh. “Well…I wanted a cat…but Bakura hates animals so we can’t get one.”

Bakura rolled his eyes. “Cats are for fags.”

Jou started laughing. “Well, don’t that mean you should have one Bakura?!” He laughed a little harder, Honda starting to laugh too.

“I have a cat…” Ryou looked hurt. “There’s nothing wrong with Akefia…”

“Except he’s the cat from hell!” Yugi quipped. “I slept over and that cat tried to kill me in my sleep!”

“He was just pouncing on your feet! He was curious!” Ryou’s book was now closed. “He jumps on the bed like that all the time!”

Yugi raised a brow. “He was hissing and growling.”

“Hmph!” the white haired hikaris turned his face away, hair flying.

“Shit!” Otogi covered his eye. “You got me!”

Ryou turned back. “Oh my god! Are you okay?”

Mokuba laughed. “Flying hair attack!”

Jou nodded. “Yeah, Shizuka can do that. All that hair tossing stuff in dangerous…”

Seto grinned, a joke playing in his mind. “Not as dangerous as it would be to run into Honda’s spike…”

Everyone started laughing and Honda touched his hair. “It’s not a hard point!”

Jou touched it as well. “Yeah, but you do put gel on it even though it’s naturally that way…”

Honda huffed. “Well…if I’m dangerous…Yugi, Marik, and Yami have to be hazards at least!”

Marik frowned. “I resent that!”

Malik flicked one of Marik’s spikes. “They do look quite dangerous…” He purred, sending naughty images to his yami. Marik smiled and pushed Malik away.

“Besides…we all know the Pharaoh’s hair could pop balloons!”

Amelda laughed at this, running his hands through Yami’s hair. “I’ll bet…but they’re really soft you know…”

Yugi nodded, pulling at one of Yami’s bangs. “It’s because Yami uses vanilla scented conditioner!”

Yami blushed. “Aibou…”

Yugi smiled and sat back up, looking over at Marik and Malik. He felt sort of lonely not hugged up next to his man.

Yami entwined their hands and Yugi smiled unconsciously. He briefly noticed that across the limo, Bakura and Ryou were shoulder to shoulder, the thief reading over his hikari’s shoulder and Marik and Malik…

“Hey! Stab him! Right in the kidney!”

Marik laughed and hooked his arm around Malik’s neck. “See, you’ve all been lied to. Malik’s the yami, I’m the hikaris!”

Everyone laughed and Yugi said. “It’s sorta that way with Bakura and Ryou. Ryou’s a lot scarier than Bakura when he gets down to it.”

People gave sounds of ascent and Ryou continued reading as he said, “And you should all remember that!”

Mokuba climbed over various laps until he was at Seto’s side. “We should have taken the blimp! There’s going to be no place to sleep!”

“There will be enough room to let the seats down…”

The boy sighed. “I hate being on the jet for so long…”

“hn…”

Everyone quieted down again and Ryou smiled as Bakura sent some thoughts his way.

//Look at everyone. We’re all here together, but separately you know? //

The white haired boy gave a mental nod. //That’s okay. Even if Dartz does come, I’ll still be all alone with you. It’ll be that way forever. //

// You’re extra creepy when you say that. You know that don’t you? //

Ryou just giggled aloud and Bakura rolled his eyes.

//Creepy little bastard… //

//I love you too Yami. Forever and ever. //


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*Courtesy of Home Made Kazoku
*Done in two parts, I’m losing my steam cause I need to catch up on some sleep! It’s nearly four am people and I have to get up at ten! Why do I do this to myself? Because I’m crazy! Crazy about you!
*I’ll start writing out my neko fic…on paper….I want it to be good after all…I dunno…I feel like doing very emotional pieces…but if I break people up or kill them…Or say do other stories that are more “traditional” I’ll feel like I’m stabbing Kimi ga Iru in the back…I told a friend I do a JouSeto for them, but that repulses me! I WILL NEVER DO A TRADITIONAL FIC! NEVEEEER!
* I love you all! But mostly…I like soda and cheesecake! Bwa ha!