Research

YRE: ^_^;; And yet another horror to unleash upon the earth!

Yami: Oh joy

YRE: Okies, well, this was a request PWP (which for some unknown reason has a bit of plot, does it then become a OneShot? I don’t know the difference *_*;;) by Temptress Nagisa *waves enthusiastically at TN* Sorry for taking a long time -_-;; then again, does that really surprise anyone?

Yami: Not in the least *smirks* She doesn’t own us, if she did…Ra…I’d have committed suicide at least fifteen times. It’s kinda boring at first, there’s yaoi, but you already knew that, and there’s a lemon, duh

YRE: Cuz we all know how horny the YGO cast really is XD…oh, and really sorry for the stupid jokes, whenever I’m sick, stupid humor amuses me ^_^;;

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“If you will all turn to page three hundred and twenty three, we will begin our lesson on the feudalistic structures of European societies.” The roll of eyes and bubble of groans were drowned by the heavy thud of books plopping on desks, pages fluttering about loudly before the room sank into silence once more. “Alright.” The teacher peered down her nose at the students, “I’ll be assigning you partners to tackle certain chapters of this section-” The squeal of pleas and complaints bounced around the room, crushing the teacher with begs to allow them to pick their own partner.

“Now, now, shush, all of you!” her voice pitched and arched and split across the room, the class stirring with the need to meld into their own partners. “You may pick who to be with-” the broken cheer of childish victory resounded through the air. “Class!” she snapped her book shut, the hum of voices waiting. “Unless I call your name.” Gray eyes looked over her glasses to the small cluster in the back corner. The group of eight smiled cutely at her, feigning innocence and wriggling in their chairs in mock fear when she glared coldly at them.

Not all eight were troublemakers, three model students, three headaches, and two tightrope walkers. “Seeing as how I actually would like to see this project turned in, without odd excuses of shadows and games and-”

“Mad orgies?”

The teacher would have flushed were she not used to the younger Ishtar’s loose tongue. He was the most impressionable in the group, sand blond hair, lavender eyes, dusky skin, Malik was beautiful in his own right, so he fit in with the other seven quite well, but the group was at a constant tug of war, meddling with his mind.

The eldest of the group, Yami, Bakura, and Marik, who as far as the teacher knew was Malik’s look alike by coincidence only, despite the fact they shared last names, were the rowdiest, proudest, cockiest band of teenagers the elderly teacher had ever taught. Whether they were quarreling, roughhousing, or screaming murder at one another, the three were inseparable troublemakers. Nothing too malicious came from them, but if something was wrong, looking toward their smirk plastered faces was always the first place to check.

On the other end of the spectrum were Yuugi, Seto, and Ryou. Quiet students, once secluded and ignored before the three previously mentioned band had taken an interest in them and permanently called them as their own. Excellent grades, perfect records and a bright future before them, more so for Kaiba as he already could afford to by all of Japan and then some, the three were what the teacher could only hope to be good influence on the others.

The two stragglers were Jou and Malik, dangling between two paralleled words, tugged endlessly one way or another according to mood or day or Ra knows why. They came from less than fit homes, but were fortunate to have friends who cared and listened when they most needed it.

Good kids at heart, the long since gray-haired teacher never separated the clump of mischievous students, but scrambled them up and knew who controlled who best, and placed them in pairings so that she may actually receive some work from the more boisterous of the eight.

“Yami, you’ll be with Yuugi.” The spiky haired teens grinned at each other, the taller getting a chastised order when he slinked too close to his partner, work came first. “Seto, you’re with Jou.” The blond jumped from his seat and all but pounced on the icy teen, Kaiba would do the project and keep the lagging pup afloat with personal tutoring.

The woman eyed the four left, Marik stood and stalked toward the other blond, Malik scooting his chair closer to an open seat beside him. “Bakura.” The normally broody teen flashed a vampiric smile at his teacher, nodding and wrapping an arm around Ryou's shoulder. “You’re with Marik.”

The pale boy stared, stunned at the pairing, spiky hair quivering as he held tight to Ryou, “But, Ma’am, our project was on time last month, you promised that as long as we did well, we could work together, I don’t see why-”

“Malik needs help with his history, and seeing as how Ryou is currently earning the-” There was a growl from Kaiba, Jou patting the brunette’s hand in assurance. “*One* of the highest scores, I see it only fit that they be paired together.”

The old woman dared the youths to do something, matching Marik’s glare with her own, and eventually winning when Bakura sighed sadly and tugged the vicious Egyptian toward another table, Marik soon giggling madly as the albino whispered ideas for their project. The teacher walked away satisfied, helping the other students and leaving the smaller teens alone.

Ryou shyly picked up his book and opened to their section, silently waiting for Malik to follow. After a few moments, the white-haired boy looked toward his partner and noticed he was pouting. “M-Malik?” his soft voice, brushed with British accent, received a disgruntled stare. Ryou was crushed; Malik and he were friends, why wouldn’t the blond want to work with him? “I-I’m sor-ry…” the chocolate eyes filled with tears and he fingered his pen “I’ll ask her to switch partners, if you don’t want to be with me.”

The Egyptian snapped out of his spell and realized Ryou was on the verge of crying. “Oh!” Malik felt his heart crumble beneath the wave of guilt, seeing the docile other like this was torment. “Ryou, no!” He grabbed the boy’s hand and smiled softly as the other sniffed in confusion. “I was just upset because she called me stupid.” He huffed, eyes hardening, blinking in realization once more when the smaller giggled nervously. “But I couldn’t have asked for a better partner!” he grinned, lavender flashing with amusement when the pale boy blushed.

“O-okay.” Ryou stuttered and couldn’t help the shy smile that overtook his pretty features, the stain of light red making him all the more beautiful. “I…um…M-Malik?” he nervously looked at the tanned youth, flushing a deeper color as he received a large smile “I…well…y-you can let g-go of m-my hand n-now…”

The taller’s lips twitched, a sly grin spreading as he allowed his eyes to droop, thumb tracing a mindless circle on the back of the paler youth’s hand. “Aw, do you really want me to?” he purred softly, leaning in just a bit, strands of blond flitting across his face. “Cause if I do let go…” Malik ran his tongue across his upper lip “I’ll have to put my hand somewhere else…” the boy winked and danced his fingers on Ryou’s inner thigh.

The white hikari squeaked, blushing hotly as everyone in the class shifted in their seats to see what was wrong. He lowered his head; fluffy bangs hiding his eyes as he whispered an apology, drowned by a startled moan. A few students paled as they looked towards the broom closet, the elderly teacher fuming as she threw open the door, yanking a disheveled Marik out by the ear with Bakura trying to re-buckle his pants.

“Time and again, Mr. Bakura, time and AGAIN!” the teacher took hold of the paler boy’s ear as well, glaring as she sat Marik down.

“What?” Bakura looked confused and hurt “You told us our project was about the exploration of underpants, we were conducting- Ow!- Research!” the pale boy received a smack on the head, failing to buckle his belt properly, his pants hung a bit lower on his waist than they normally would.

“Mr. Bakura!!” the woman’s brows knit together so the creases on her forehead deepened, lips pursed like withered strawberries. “I SAID you and Mr. Ishtar were in charge of the exploration of LOWER FRANCE!!” Marik giggled, earning himself a smack on the head like his partner, Bakura’s mouth forming an ‘O’ as a serene look of understanding suddenly came over his face.

“I apologize, really.” The white haired teen nodded, slinging an arm around the woman’s shoulders “But since we’ve already started, would it be such a horrible thing if we fini-”

“Not in MY classroom!” the elderly teacher all but screamed, giving the other six a deadly glare before angrily shuffling back to her desk, muttering about insatiable teens and how hormones in her day seemed so much more manageable.

Malik chuckled and flipped his gaze back toward Ryou, who was obviously yelling at his yami for the inappropriate behavior across their link. “Don’t you ever wonder if it would have been better *not* to ask them to come to school with us?”

The smaller boy smiled and turned to face his book, idly flipping through the book. “Sometimes, but then again, Yami’s the one who wanted to go to school, Bakura wanted to come to show off that he was smarter than Yami, and Marik came because Bakura did.”

The Egyptian let a lewd grin spread across his face as he placed an elbow on the table and leaned his head against the loose fist, straddling the chair as he shifted to face Ryou. “And you, Ryou?” Said hikari glanced at the darker and blinked in puzzlement. “What makes you come?”

The paler blushed brightly “W-what?!”

“Yeah,” Malik leaned in closer to Ryou, whispering hotly in the boy’s ear “What makes you come?” Ryou’s eyes widened a considerable amount and he tried to stammer an excuse to get back to their work, small hands wringing as he failed. “It’s alright, Ryou.” The taller reached over and slid the book towards him, grazing the other hikari’s hand with his own as he did this. “You don’t have to tell me.” Ryou let out a sigh of relief and smiled nervously at his partner. “I’ll figure it out on my own.” Malik grinned, nodding in reassurance as the other jerked “And then I’ll manipulate your weakness to serve me as I see fit.” The silver haired teen swallowed and squirmed in his seat. “Yup, I’ll keep you locked up at home, use my Rod on you, gently of course because I wouldn’t want to hurt you, and I’d be allowed to come, not you though, nope, I'd make you beg, on hands and knees to let you come, but I wouldn’t until you’ve proven that you like it, that you need it, that you want more.” Ryou by this time had alternated between deathly pale to fire engine red and had now settled on a bright shade of pink.

“What does Ryou want?” their teacher stood before them, pointedly tapping at their book.

“Why to come, Ma’am.” Malik stated sweetly, smiling and looking to the other. “Right, Ryou?” The smaller’s lip quivered as he stared in disbelief at the Egyptian, color once more wavering on red.

“Come?” The elderly woman gave a quizzical glance towards the paler boy.

“Mmhmm, and I don’t see why he’s so embarrassed about it, I like coming too.”

Yami, who had been getting some supplies for Yuugi’s part of the project, snickered as he walked past them “I like coming too, especially with Yuugi.”

Marik, mentally alerted by his hikari, slunk over and grinned hungrily at Ryou “I like coming too, but I need Malik’s help if I want to come on time.”

“You two come a lot on Malik’s motorcycle, right?” Jou piped up from across the room, the Egyptian pair nodding their heads vigorously. “That’s so cool!” the blond smiled “I come because Yuugi makes me, and Kaiba comes because I make him, and it’s usually together, in his limo.”

“Well,” Bakura drawled, receiving a death glare from his light “Ryou and I always come together, we’re like that. Though I’m usually out of breath and want to sleep, while Ryou’s always chipper and ready for more, mostly because he’s in far better shape than me, probably because he used to come with Yuugi and Yami every morning.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear you all enjoy coming, in truth, so do I, too bad I can’t everyday.” The elderly teacher smiled and shuffled away, going to aid another group of students.

Malik smiled as the others left them again, scribbling some notes down as Ryou sat silent. “Don’t you feel better now, Ryou? Letting everyone know that you enjoy coming?” The sliver haired youth glared at his partner while streaks of red crossed his nose, cheeks, and tipped his ears. “I mean, I understand why you wouldn’t want everyone to know, but the rest of us admitted it too! So you’re not alone, the whole class knows we like coming to school.”

Ryou’s jaw dropped, chocolate eyes widening in horror and relief all at once. “Malik!” The darker of the pair looked over questioningly at his partner “Is that what you were talking about?!”

“Well, yeah.” Malik smirked at the other boy, standing when the bell rang “I mean, would what we had said really make sense in any other context? Well, other than sex and orgasms of course.” Ryou blushed and hurriedly gathered his things, hearing a shocked laugh from his friend “Ryou! Who would have thought? And they say I’m the horny one in the group, look where your mind was…” the paler light flushed for the hundredth time and felt his shoulder encircled by Malik’s toned arm “Don’t worry about it, Ryou, let’s go to my house and finish up this project, ok?” The smaller nodded, feeling somewhat comforted and sent a mental note to his yami as to the boy’s whereabouts for the afternoon, Bakura merely nodding and letting his light know he was taking Marik home for some more research.

It didn’t take long for the youths to arrive at Malik’s house, considering they took Malik’s motorcycle and he broke about every traffic law across the country. The paler nearly crushed Malik's ribs the entire ride and didn’t ease his grip until they were in the Egyptian’s driveway, even then it took a few moments of coaxing to get the smaller hikari to open his eyes.

“I swear I’ll be careful next time, Ryou.” The blond slowly led the other into his home, one arm wound around the smaller’s waist to keep him from falling.

“Gods, Malik! You could have killed us!” the white haired boy made his wobbly way to the sofa, sighing in relief as his stomach finally began to settle down.

“I’m sorry, Ryou.” Malik offered his partner a glass of water, which the other thankfully took and sipped at politely, glaring and then pouting when the blond laughed. “Look, I’m really, truly, honestly, absolutely sorry…forgive me?” Malik widened his lavender eyes and whimpered softly, Ryou rolling his eyes at his friend’s antics. “Great! I’ll get what we need from my room, you can wait here, I’ll be right back.”

Ryou nodded and shifted in his seat for a moment before lightly wondering how his nerves had settled so quickly. He knew for a fact it usually took several long minutes for his heart to slow and head to clear up, but at the current moment, he felt rather good. Smiling to himself, Ryou hummed softly, head becoming slightly fuzzed with…desire?

“OW! Ra damn it!” the pale hikari was jolted awake as Malik cried out quite angrily from his room.

“M-Malik?” Ryou stood and quickly found the blond inspecting his finger, slit open so blood pooled in his palm and trickled to his wrist. “Malik! What happened?!” the white haired boy panicked slightly and looked for something to wrap Malik’s hand in.

“Stupid fucking shit scissors decided to attack me.” The blond growled, walking out and heading down the hall.

“Malik! Where are you going? You need to-”

“Isis keeps the first aid kit in her bedroom.” The blond airily stated, slipping into another room, the other closely following.

Ryou shifted nervously outside of the elder Ishtar’s room, unsure whether he should go in and help Malik or respect Isis’s privacy, but that decision was soon made for him as something sweet and intoxicating wafted out the slightly ajar door. The white haired boy didn’t immediately recognize what it was, but the scent certainly recognized the youth. It teased the boy’s nose, slipping and dancing like a wild pixie in his mind, muddling sense and riddling logic with giddy desire. Ryou smiled, a lopsided grin that would have looked perfect on a drunk and not the well-known, prim, and proper British student who was slowly slinking into the room.

“Maaaalik…” Ryou giggled at his singsong voice, chocolate eyes raking over the lavishly done bedroom. The champagne colored satin sheets gleamed beautifully in the wake of several candles, why they were on was beyond Ryou, but he stared, transfixed on the shiny material until Malik walked out, fiddling with the first aid box while rivulets of blood made their way down to his elbow.

“Ryou, was that you?” Malik smiled, eyeing his pale friend in confusion.

“Mmhmm…” the smaller grinned; taking slow, seductive steps toward his prey.

Malik’s eyes widened, sure, Ryou was hot as hell on his own, but was the other hikari actually trying now?! If he was, he was doing a damn good job of it. “Erm, is everything ok-” the blond was silenced as Ryou knocked the box out of his hand and slowly trailed his tongue along the red paths, lapping hungrily at Malik’s blood until the Egyptian’s skin was damp and clean, teasing the slit on the other’s finger and smirking when the other hissed in pain.

“Better?” Ryou purred, tongue wrapping around the wounded digit, watching Malik through silver lashes, and slowly tugging the taller toward the bed.

“Uh-huh…” the blond answered dumbly, allowing Ryou to lay him down on the bed, pale fingers toying with the flesh that peeked from beneath Malik’s lavender shirt. The smaller grinned, straddling the Egyptian’s hips and leaning close enough so he could trace the boy’s ear, flicking his tongue around the rim and purring quietly.

“Good…” Ryou lazily kissed the other’s jaw, hands running up Malik’s sides and tugging the shirt off, throwing it Ra knows where, but most certainly away from the candles, those precious candles that gave Ryou this new found courage…

The paler smirked, dancing his fingers across the chiseled expanse of Malik’s chest, twisting a dusky nub and snickering when Malik yelped. Reaching over for something the Egyptian couldn’t quite see, Ryou cooed at the other as he led his hands above his head, softly kissing the youth and pulling back after tying Malik’s hands with one of Isis’s silk scarves.

Tugging at the restraints, Malik growled in frustration. "Ryou, Ra…I need…I have to touch yo-”

Ryou silenced the boy with a slender finger on his lips, Malik wrapping his tongue around it as the other spoke. “You can touch me all you want…if…” the smaller thought for a moment, brow quirking as a vicious idea slipped into his mind “If you can keep quiet and not, how did you put it? Ah, yes, you can’t come until you’ve proven that you like it, that you need it, that you want more.” Ryou smirked, tugging his finger from the other’s mouth and placing either hand on Malik’s hips, proceeding to crash their constrained erections together.

Malik stifled his moan, trying in vain to get closer to the violent contact, but only earning himself a chastising laugh from his tormentor. After several moments of this, Ryou grew bored and decided to give the other a little show. Still straddling Malik’s hips, the smaller arched his back, tossing the mass of silvery hair to one side and lewdly grinning as he began to trail fingers over his own chest. Slowly, Ryou slipped out of his shirt, stretching and leaning back with errotic movements, caressing his bare chest, and gasping as he teased himself before the starved, lavender eyes. With serpentine grace, the white haired boy rocked his hips, eyes lulled closed as he moaned softly at the friction his jeans caused.

Malik bit into his lip as he watched Ryou, the sharp taste of blood spilling into his mouth when the other began to rub against him once more, the painfully hard bulge in his pants screaming to be let free. The white haired hikari suddenly lifted himself, balanced on his knees on either side of his victim, Ryou’s hands flicked the button of his jeans undone and quickly tugged them off, revealing to a very aroused Malik that the pretty angel did not wear boxers beneath those skin tight jeans, just as the Egyptian had fantasized.

Leaning forward, Ryou lapped at the other’s lips, Malik willingly allowing the other entrance, fighting off another moan as the smaller tamed his tongue and memorized every crevice he could reach. Sliding down a bit, Ryou suckled on the nap of the other’s neck, nipping at the pulse point and kissing a trail down the blonde’s chest while his fingers worked his jeans. Dipping his tongue into Malik’s navel, earning a pleased keen that the white hikari gave a warning look for, Ryou then gently bit the pants’ zipper, peeling it down, hands tenderly producing Malik’s weeping member. Ever so carefully, the paler hikari slid the blonde’s pants off and clamored back onto the bed, eyeing the Egyptian’s taut form and straining length with appreciation, licking his chops greedily.

Slowly, Ryou placed sloppy kisses and licks on the other’s hips, eventually trailing down so he teased the blonde’s inner thigh, silver tendrils tickling the pulsating member and quiet gasps escaping Malik’s throat. “Hn…” the smaller pouted, starring at the blond for a second before another hungry grin over took the petit boy’s pale features. “I don’t intend to lose, Maliky.” Ryou giggled at the newfound pet name, bouncing off the bed and rustling through Isis’s drawers, he pounced on his prey and kissed the boy passionately, tangling one hand in gold strands while the other, now bathed in jasmine scented lotion, inconspicuously slid down to Malik’s entrance and penetrated the lascivious boy.

Malik groaned at the sudden intrusion, gasping when another slender digit was entered, the quick and experienced scissor motion stretching him amply even if he were to have been with Marik, then again, Marik wouldn’t have prepared him. Wriggling his fingers a bit more, Ryou massaged the blonde’s inner walls and slid in and out a few times, stroking a particular spot roughly and causing Malik to cry out. “Tsktsk, Maliky. You lost.” Silver hair, splayed across his back and framing his small face, quivering as a slightly darker look masked the angelic boy’s features. “Let’s play.” Ryou used a finger to scratch at the bundle of nerves, snickering as Malik squirmed in need on the bed. Pulling out, the boy then alternated between biting and suckling on the blonde’s nipples, small fingers fiddling with the boy’s member, drawing out a mix of keens and moans as music.

Smirking once more, Ryou slid down and nuzzled the gold tuft he found, purring as he slowly licked the soft sac and neglected the precum slick length. Resting his head on Malik’s leg, the white haired boy idly grasped the weeping member and dug his short nails into the heated flesh, scratching the silken skin when he slid his hand to the tip, teasing the head and then squeezing lightly, a sharp gasp of breath torn from Malik’s lips.

“Ngh…Ry…” Malik instinctively thrust into the tunnel the other’s hand created, the warmth and tightness being his only concern. “Ryou…I…p-pl-ease…” tugging madly at his restraints, Malik suddenly arched his back feeling a warm wet trail dancing and caressing his penis, the flutter of lips and kisses unbearable on the hypersensitive flesh.

“All you had to do was say ‘please’…” Ryou whispered huskily, hot breath searing the straining flesh, tongue lapping at the throbbing mass a last time before his lips parted and he engulfed Malik as far as he could muster. Held down at the hips, the blond tried to thrust further into the wet heat, moaning loudly as Ryou alternated between routines, teeth grazing the skin as he pulled away, tongue darting into the slit and tasting Malik’s approaching release.

Reaching for the unforgotten bottle of jasmine lotion, Ryou coated himself thoroughly while gently parting Malik’s legs, another wave of lust overpowering the paler hikari’s senses causing him to penetrate the writhing body beneath him in one swift motion. The blonde’s breath caught in his throat, muscles rippled across the beautiful expanse of the sun kissed flesh, and all he could comprehend was the fact that Ryou was sliding out again only to thrust back in sharply, angled so Malik screamed when his prostate was hit dead on. Sweat misted their bodies, making them glow softly in the candlelight as Ryou continued his assault, repeatedly pounding into the tight form below.

The soft grunts and moans torn from the blonde’s lips reminded Ryou that the boy was restrained, without missing a beat, he airily tugged on one of the scarf’s corners. Malik’s arms immediately winding around Ryou’s neck, fingers tangling in the silky white hair, drawing the boy down for a heated kiss, unbroken as they drank down each other’s sensual cries. The hot, stiff flesh pressing against Ryou’s stomach was quickly caught, the smaller’s hand joined with Malik’s own as they matched the paler hikari’s frenzied thrusts with equally powerful pumps.

Malik’s body jerked, a final, direct slam against his prostate sending him over the edge. Throwing his head back, he choked out Ryou’s name while coating both their hands and chests in a sticky mess. The rings tightly wound over Ryou’s member convulsed, squeezing and causing the silver haired youth to crash into his own climax, filling Malik with searing, white heat, lips dripping with the other’s name before connecting with the Egyptian’s own.

They lay there, comforted by the darkness as the candles had now flickered out, the sweet scent of jasmines clinging to the air in moderation rather than in a dense fog as it had. Ryou nuzzled into the crook of the other youth’s neck, purring softly as the Egyptian gently petted the wild mess of silver tendrils.

“Malik?” the quiet whisper brushed with British accent wavered on embarrassed nervousness.

“Hm?” the blond was fighting sleep as he buried his face in the mop of the paler hikari's white hair.

“I-I’m sorry…I don’t know what got into me, it’s happened before, but I’m usually not so…um…”

“Domineering?” Malik snickered, tenderly tilting the other boy’s face up and kissing him gently on the lips. “Don’t worry, I’d love you no less if you were a general in bed…hm, now that would be interesting, how do you feel about role playing? I’ll be the naughty soldier, and you’ll be my discipline general. Men in uniform are dead sexy, you in a uniform would be sin and for my eyes only.”

Ryou flushed brightly at the idea, chocolate suddenly widening “M-Malik…you…you l-love m-me?” he squeaked.

The blond smiled at the smaller, pulling him on top and kissing him passionately. “Yes, and I’d prove it by screwing you senseless were I not exhausted at the moment.”

“I love you too…” the white haired boy smiled, looking about in slight confusion. “Malik…is that…lavender?”

The Egyptian youth sniffed the air, drunken smile overtaking his face as he flipped their positions, pinning Ryou to the bed and nipping at the smaller’s throat. “Yes, it is…and I’m suddenly not so exhausted anymore…”

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“See, I told you scented air freshener works just as well as scented candles!” Marik grinned, throwing away the now empty can as he exited the Ishtar home.

“Whatever, candles are cheaper and last longer!” Bakura growled, toying with a candle he hadn’t lit. “It doesn’t fucking matter anyway, so long as they don’t figure out what the hell we’ve been doing for that kind of sex, we’re ok.”

The blond snickered and wound his arm through Bakura’s “You mean manipulating innocent hikaris with pretty smells they become unconsciously horny with?” Receiving a grunt in response, the Egyptian dark smirked hungrily and hissed into his lover’s pale ear “Hey, I can provide ‘that kind of sex’ without the perfumed air.”

Bakura grinned and roughly kissed the violet-eyed youth, nipping at his lips when he pulled away “Then, yay for research…”

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YRE: *sniffles* Hn, maybe it’s the sickness speaking, but nothing I’ve written lately has been very pleasing

Yami: Nothing you ever write is pleasing

YRE: Fair enough…*meh*…Okies, wow, that was uber long! ^_^ *has urge to write Marik&Bakura lemon as a next chapter*

Yami: But these type of fics aren’t supposed to have chapters

YRE: O.o;; Darn, well, if anyone does want to see an odd YM&B lemon as a next chapter, let me know, I’ve been drawing far too many yaoi pictures of them for the idea not to seem yummy…

Yami: -_-;; Anyway…I apologize for the horror you went through. She will edit this thing when she has time and update some of the other fics when she can get off her lazy ass and write w/o IMing everyone in the world

YRE: T_T starting a fic is so much easier than continuing one…or several for that matter ^_^;; Anywho…Thanks for reading/reviewing/and living through this fic ^_______^ Hope ya liked it Temptress Nagisa!! I tried, really I did, sorry I took forever and if it was bad, I’ll redo it ^_^ Hope to talk to you soon!

~YamiRynEnjeru