Two Lights Drunk

It’s s-ai, you don’t like, leave. Okay? No killing me or throwing objects at me!
Disclaimer: Don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh, wish I did though…

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The blaring music and blinding lights were enough to drive one insane, but not our two Egyptians! Malik rather enjoyed the music and lights, while his darker self would rather just watch his omote in amusement. For some reason he looked a lot more attractive, but hey, that was probably because he looked almost exactly alike him. Oh well.
Malik sat next to his darker self, having just got off the dance floor, giggling a bit drunkenly. Maybe he really should of stopped his omote from drinking so much...Nah! Yami no Malik resisted the urge to snort at Malik, watching the boy fiddle with random things on the table amusedly.

"You’re going to sit!" none other than the former King of Thieves practically yelled pushing his sniveling vessel into a booth. "Now stay there Ryou, you could of gotten yourself killed acting like that!"

"But ‘kura!" Ryou whined, cling to his yami’s arm. "I was just having hic fun!"

"How many drinks did you have?" the self proclaimed King of Thieves demanded on his vessel who was drooling on his arm.

"Idiot dark, I hic don’t hic drink!" the vessel protested as he pulled Bakura down next to him, climbing into his lap contently. Bakura however rubbed his temple, making a mental note to strangle his light later. Of all things.

‘Don’t drink my ass!’ He thought as he glared at his vessel who was reaching for another drink on the table.

"Ooh~~! Baku-Kins! Fluffy-Chan! Hiyo!" Malik practly sly slurred, waving at the two boys happily before falling backwards onto the seat. The blond let out a long string of giggles, before standing up and glomping onto his darker self. Yami no Malik arched a brow at this, shrugging. Hey, he was hot and drunk.. He could take advantage of that later.

"Having fun trying to tame your hikari, Bakura?" Smirked the darker of the four, petting his omotes head as the smaller one moved to sit in his lap with another giggle.

"A nightmare," Bakura remarked slapping Ryou’s hand away from the drink on the table and holding the drink above the boy‘s head. "You seem to be having more luck I see. Care to take another?"

"’kura!" Ryou said pouting as he stared at the drink longingly. "Why can’t hic I have it hic?"

"Because I said so," Bakura snapped as he growled. Ryou let out a defeated sigh but soon got a devilish grin. Ryou pressed his hips against Bakura.

"You want some of this, just give me the bottle…" the vessel said in a seductive tone. Bakura seemed to get a little warmer at that point in time. Ryou didn’t know what he was talking about, the drinks were clouding his thoughts.
Messaging the lower parts of his darker half, Ryou said in a commanding way, "You will hand over the bottle to me Bakura."

That said yami stared at Ryou through half lidded eyes, "Yes… bottle… I… I will hand it to you," Bakura said almost entranced by his combined motions. Bakura lowered the bottle to Ryou who in turn gripped it tightly and took off like a dolt onto the dance floor with snickers, leaving Bakura in shock.

Malik and Yami no Malik just stared in shock, turned on by the sudden display of boldness by the usually innocent hikari. "Aww, I wanna play with him!" Malik giggled saucily, before glancing over at Bakura with a lopsided grin. "Aww, Kura-chan! You're so deprived." He purred, laying down on the booth in a fit of laughter as he watched Ryou from his upside down position.

Yami no Malik tried to ignore the two, twitching slightly in annoyance. Damnit, why did Ryou have to be so damn cute? Muttering a few curses the darker of the two arched a brow at Malik's position, groaning before looking away. "God dammit...My minds in the gutter thanks to your stupid hikari, Bakura!" He snapped irritably, rubbing his temples soothingly. "Mpf.."
"OooHhh..Poor Nushi-Sama~~." Malik giggled, lifting his head up to smirk at his darker self before getting upwards to watch Ryou. "He's pretty. Like Baku." The boy slurred girlishly.
"Well I could get use to your light being drunk," Bakura replied after getting over the shock of his light’s behavior. He sat down next to Malik before glancing back at Yami no Malik. "Think how I feel! He just got me to hand him yet another drink… And he says he doesn‘t drink…"
"But I hic don’t Bakura!" Ryou protested as he reappeared with the empty bottle that was full only a few minutes ago. Grinning somewhat stupidly, he laid down as well in the same position as Malik had been only a few minutes ago. "What hic are you looking at hic?"
"Aw, Baku-Kun, dun be so mean to Ryou~." Malik giggled, crawling over to Ryou and straddling the other boys hips. The blond pulled Bakura over to him, placing a sloppy kiss on the spirits lips. "Fee' be'er?" He asked with a saucy smirk, nuzzling into Ryou as he released Bakura with another giggle.
Yami no Malik arched a brow at Malik and Ryou, shaking his head in amusement. Mortals certainly did have quite an after effect on alcohol. "Whoever got Ryou to drink is one weird person." He chuckled, running a hand through Ryou's hair in amusement. Well, he was certainly a cute drunk.
"Well it wasn’t me," Bakura replied with a disapproving look at the fact Malik was on top of his light.
"I don’t drink!" Ryou protested as he slipped a hand down Malik’s pants with a devilish grin. "Malik-chan," he purred wrapping his legs around the other. Bakura looked away in disgust.
"Let me guess, it was you who got your light drunk."
Malik purred deeply as Ryou's hand slipped beneath his pants, nipping along the others neck before slipping a hand beneath the smaller ones shirt. "Pretty Ryou~..." He mused with a drunken giggle. Yami no Malik glanced over at Bakura, letting out a sadistic laugh. "No, he drank, I just didn't stop him." He purred watching Ryou and Malik rather amusedly. "Aw. 'Kura can't stand to watch the two cute little lights go at it. Someone's jealous, rather possessive of Ryou, ne?" He mused tilting his head to the side.
"I’m not possessive," Bakura snapped before pushing Malik off his vessel with a growl. "Damn lights."
"Bakura!" Ryou whimpered as he cross his arms and sat up. "You never hic let me have any hic fun!"
"You can have fun as long as it doesn’t include anyone screwing you," Bakura replied crossly.
Malik sulked fakely, looking at Bakura with feigned hurt. "Kura! Don't push me." He whined, licking Ryou's cheek apologetically. Getting up, the omote sat in Bakura's lap before straddling his hips. "Pleaseee can I play with Ryou?" He whined, rubbing against the yami.
Yami no Malik arched a brow, amused with the rather out of character behavior of the two omotes. "Wow, I should take them out drinking some time.." He mused aloud, before snorting at Bakura. "Not possessive my ass." The dark growled out, eyes wandering over Ryou in pure satisfaction.
"Ah, no you may not," Bakura replied determined not to give into the vessel as he had his own light. "And I’m not possessive, I just don’t like people to touch what’s mine."
"But hic ‘kura!" Ryou protested as he snuggled up along side of his yami. "Pretty pretty please hic with sugar hic and a cherry and a hic cream puff and a pixie stick hic and chocolate hic chips and a cookie and a nut on hic top!"
"The answer is no," the dark replied firmly though was starting to break.
"'Kura!" Malik pouted, resting his face in the crook of Bakura's neck. "Pwease! I thought juu luffled us!"" The blond cried, summoning fake tears to his lavender orbs. "We'll make it up to you!" The blond pointed out, cupping in between Bakura's legs and rubbing his palm against his jeans teasingly. "Pwease?"
Yami no Malik resisted the urge to burst out laughing at the scene. Bakura was easy to get stuff out of! "Che, that's possessive you idiot." He stated flatly, watching the two lights in pure amusement.
Bakura pushed both lights away with a growl, Ryou crashing into Yami no Malik. "Do whatever the hell you two want," that said tomb robber snapped. "At’s t’s not possessive."
"That made an ouch ‘kura!" Ryou whined as he folding his arms across his chest in a huff. "You need to be nicer like Mariku! But thanks ya Bakura." Bakura merely rolled his eyes, not catching half of Ryou’s words because most of them had been slurred to fast..
Malik squeaked as he was pushed away, giggling before clapping his hands together. "Yea! Thank juu Kura-Kinsss." He slurred, pointing and laughing as Ryou ran into Yami no Malik. "Ooh!" The blond pointed out with a sadistic grin.
Yami no Malik chuckled at this, crushing his lips against Ryou's and kissing him rather roughly before pushing him away. "Stupid light." He smirked before leaning more against the chair. "Whatever you say, Bakura." The blond taunted, waving his hand in dismissal.
Ryou giggled despite the fact he would of been horrified if it had been any other time. With a smirk, Ryou sat back in the yami's lap, licking his neck contently as he tugged at Yami no Malik's shirt. "That what you think of me Mariku?" the light asked as he giggled again.
"Gods, get a room people. Ryou, you really need to go home," Bakura said growling as he watched his light.
Yami no Malik chuckled, coiling his fingers in Ryou's hair before kissing him once more. "Of course." He purred in reply, shooting a smirk over at Bakura as he bit down on the smaller boys neck possessively. "I think 'Kura's jealous." He chuckled, licking at the wound tenderly.
Malik giggled, swaying a bit as he watched the two happily. "Aww, no fair." He pouted, collapsing on the booth once more, resting his head in Bakura's lap as he nuzzled the spirits groin. "Lucky Yami~~."
Ryou let out a moan as he tilted his head to the side only to spot another drink. Giggling again, Ryou grabbed the drink. No sir, Ryou Bakura did not drink.
"Jealous my ass," Bakura growled before looking down at Malik and pulling him into his lap. "Lucky light would be more like it," he muttered into Malik's ear as he watched the two in disgust, finally noticing another bottle in Ryou's hands. Joy, Ryou was going to be sick tomorrow.
Yami no Malik rolled his at Bakura, watching Ryou in amusement as he drank more alcohol. "Wow can you drink!" He chuckled, licking his lips as he watched the smaller boy in his lap. "Silly light.."
Malik giggled more, wrapping one arm around Bakura's neck loosely as he placed a sloppy kiss on him again, moving to suck on his neck. "Wheeeee..Lucky me." He slurred, nipping at his ear and watching Ryou and Mariku, eyes glazed over from the alcohol.
"I already told yous peoples that I don't wink!" Ryou replied brightly as he discarded the empty bottle. That said light sudden perked up, hoping off of Yami no Malik's lap and pulling him towards the dance floor. "Dance with me! Dance with me!"
Sighing almost defeatively, Bakura figured he wouldn't see Malik drunk any other time soon so he might as well take advantage of it. Gripping the Egyptian blond rather tightly, Bakura smirked before pulling him into a more powerful kiss, biting harshly down on the light's bottom lip.
Yami no Malik snorted as the boy confused drink with wink, watching the boy as he got up and pulled him up as well. "Dance? Uhh..Sure." The dark blinked, following Ryou out to the dance floor. Not really knowing how to dance, he just went along anyway.
Malik squeaked out, gripping onto Bakura's shirt almost desperately. Gasping as he was bit down from pain, the blond opened his mouth with a whine. "Kura.." He slurred, straddling the others hips with a seductive smile. "I thou't yo' didn' want to plaa~~y." The blond giggled.
Ryou giggled at Mariku but given his current state of drunkenness, he wasn’t too graceful, stumbling a few times but otherwise he managed to act like a normal person. With another devilish grin, Ryou pulled the dark into a kiss as he rubbed against him.
"Maybe I’ve changed my mind," Bakura purred biting into the boy’s neck and sucking on the tender flesh.
Yami no Malik let out a startled gasp, silver-blue eyes falling to a half lidded gaze. "Ryou.." He gasped out, a little surprised by the sudden contact. Hey, he wasn't complaining! Groaning deep in his throat the dark kissed Ryou bruisingly so, chuckling at the boys behavior. "Omoshiroi."
Malik giggled drunkenly, arching his neck as he gripped Bakura's shirt tightly. "Ooh? Fun!" The blond giggled, becoming limp in Bakura's arms at the pleasure and the very large amount of alcohol. "Oh.." Moaning, the boy nibbled on the others ear happily.
"That’s me name," Ryou replied as he leaned against Yami no Malik more. Shaking his head violently, Ryou murmured, "I’m going to be sick…"
"Enjoying yourself?" Bakura murmured as he moved lower. Of course he could tell Ryou was going to be sick over their link and silently Bakura prayed to Ra that Malik wouldn’t be sick on him. Oh he could only see that now.
Yami no Malik irked, taking a step back. "Crap, come on." He murmured, taking Ryou's hand and leading him to the bathroom. Ah, the downsides of alcohol! "You shouldn't of drank so much." He scolded the boy.
Lucky for Bakura, Malik could take a vast amount of alcohol without getting sick. Nodding his head yes with a whine, the blond tugged on Bakura's hair before nibbling against the spirit's jaw line. "Kuraaaa Ryou's hic throwing upppp hic.."
"But I don’t drink," he murmured weakly as he followed after Yami no Malik, stumbling a few more times. Once in the bathroom, Ryou emptied his stomach rather quickly with a mixture of blood and the alcohol in the trash unable to make it to a toilet. With a sigh and slur of words that couldn’t really be heard, Ryou leaned against the wall.
"And your point?" Bakura asked raising an eyebrow at the light. Nope, he wasn’t going to act as though he actually cared. "You’re not going to get sick on me are you?" he questioned with a somewhat hopeful tone that he wasn’t.
Yami no Malik sighed, shaking his head. "Fine, fine. You don't drink." He said sarcastically, rubbing his temples in frustration. Blinking at the boys sickened state, Mariku walked over rubbing the boys back soothingly. "You alright?" He asked sympathetically. Tch, since when did he show so much compassion?!
Malik smirked lopsidedly, kissing down Bakura's neck. "Dunno. Thin' you shou' care a bi'." He slurred, slipping his hand under the spirits shirt and tracing his chest. "No silly!" He giggled, kissing him rather childishly.
Ryou let out a small cough and shook his head yes before vomiting once more. "Yeah, I’m alright now… Oi," he murmured more to himself than the dark. "Gomen nasai.."
"Well would you like me to go and check on him?" Yami no Bakura asked as he smirked slightly at the vessel. "Because I will if that’s what you want you know…" Once more that said spirit bit at the boy’s neck before capturing him into a forceful kiss.
The dark frowned, petting Ryou's head in a sympathetic matter. "Don't be, it's not your fault." He mused with a chuckle. "Need something?" Yami no Malik asked, tilting his head to the side.
Malik opened his mouse to say yes, then was cut off as Bakura kissed him. Squealing in delight, the blond shook his head no before rocking his hips against the others. "Nooo~. Stay with me~." He giggled, half drunk from the alcohol and half drunk from the lack of air he was relieving due to Bakura's kissing.
"Nah, I is fine for now," he muttered shaking his head as he walked over to the sink with shaky legs. Turning the water on he washed his hands before wiping the area around his mouth only.
"Sure about that?" Bakura questioned with an amused look as he pulled away from the light, pushing him off his lap and standing. "You know I will." He snickered slightly, knowing perfectly well that Yami no Malik was the one having to deal with Ryou.
"Good." Yami no Malik chuckled, leaning against the wall and folding his arms across his chest as he watched Ryou. "I don't want you throwing up anymore." He said with a simple shrug, glancing around the bathroom boredly.
Malik huffed, standing up and glaring at Bakura. "Oh, you jerk!" He pouted, folding his arms over his chest. "You did that on purpose!" The blond whined, hiccupping a couple times afterward. He sulked inwardly, following the spirit with a somewhat dazed expression.
"I don’t think I will be…" Ryou reported trying hard to think straight but it wasn’t working very well as he rubbed his head idly. Ah, he spoke too soon as he once more leaned over the trash can.
"Well Malik, you were the one that thought I should go check on him right?" Bakura purred as he wrapped his arms around Malik and entered that said bathroom. He glanced at Ryou and Yami no Malik boredly before letting out a yawn. "He looks fine to me."
Yami no Malik grimaced slightly, turning away from Ryou. He didn't like to see people get sick. Muttering, the dark glanced over towards Ryou. "Spoke too soon." He chuckled.
"I hate you." Malik sulked, blinking at the scene in some amusement. "Aww! Poor Ryou!" He said in between hiccups. Yami no Malik rolled his eyes, glaring at Bakura angrily. "Why the hell did you come here, anyway?"
"Here as in the bathroom or here as in the club?" Bakura questioned with a small smirk.
"I think I’ll be fine now," Ryou murmured straightening up again.
"You shouldn’t of been drinking than little Ryou," Bakura remarked.
"I DON’T DRINK!" Ryou yelled as he glared over at a surprised Bakura. "Ug, I’m just tired of telling you people that…"
"...Shut up. If you don't mind, I'll be taking Malik home now before you end up raping the drunk idiot. And Ryou, yes, you do indeed drink." Yami no Malik said flatly, twitching irritably.
"Awww by Fluffy-Kins, by Kura!" Malik slurred, practically falling on his darker self drunkenly. "Kura was more cuddly."
“Che, I wouldn’t of raped him but I wouldn’t of been too surprised if that’s what your intentions were before Ryou decided he’d throw up," Bakura replied as he glared at his vessel who had opened his mouth to snap that he didn’t drink once more. "Come on Ryou, you’re still drunk enough to have some fun with." Bakura rolled his eyes, pushing Ryou out of the bathroom who in turn stumbled.
Yami no Malik gaped at this, twitching as he stormed after Bakura at the last comment. "You bastard, I'm taking Ryou now too, if that's what you're going to do!" He shouted, snatching the boy by the arm. Malik followed silently, arms behind his back as he watched in feigned innocence. "Aww, qui' fighting." He slurred.
"You do realize that I only said that to get you mad right?" Bakura said chuckling, eyes dancing wildly. "I’m not twisted enough to allow my vessel to a point as where he throws up then rape him you know." Ryou really didn’t understand at this point in time, merely leaning against Malik as the two yamis spoke.
Yami no Malik growled, punching Bakura in the face. "Teme! Shut the hell up for once, will you? I'm getting sick of you, dammit. Why don't you just crawl into that ring of yours and stay there?" He hissed angrily. Malik, having been mad at Bakura, didn't bother to retaliate. Nuzzling into Ryou the blond nibbled on his ear. "I dun'o wha' they talking abo'.."
Bakura stumbled backwards, staring at Yami no Malik for a second. "No thanks but take the stupid lights if that’s what you want," Bakura said sweetly, once more returning to his normal I’m-so-much-better-than-you state. "So protective…"
"They talking?" Ryou asked slowly, trying hard to sting together words that would make sense.
Yami no Malik glared, twitching in annoyance at Bakura. "God I hate you.." He hissed, narrowing his eyes angrily. "I will, so see ya later, you stupid st."t." The blond growled out, snatching up Ryou and Malik angrily.
"Whee, where we goin'?" Malik asked, staring up at his dark as they were dragged out. "Aww, Kura no comin?" The blond pouted.
"No. God, I'm so going to knock you out when we get home.." Yami no Malik sighed.
"Bye Mariku-dear. Take care of the little vessels now," Bakura said sweetly as he turned to the right once they had exited. Out of habit, Ryou almostonceonce went to follow Bakura yet he was stopped by the grip Yami no Malik had on him. Whimpering slightly, that said vessel instead followed after the two blonds instead of his own yami.
"Aww, it's ok Ryou!" Malik smiled innocently, hugging Ryou fondly. "Yami-Kun isn't that bad." He giggled, earning a roll of the eyes from his darker self. Giggling the boy kissed his yami on the cheek, before nuzzling into him contently. "Ryou can sleep with me!" He perked up happily. "Not a chance." Yami no Malik growled out.
Tugging on Yami no Malik’s shirt like a little kid Ryou asked sweetly, "Where my ‘kura going?" With a small grin, he wrapped his arms around Malik, laying his head on the boy’s shoulder. "Sleepy good… I’m so tired." He yawned slightly before shivering.
"He's going home." Yami no Malik said flatly, before resisting the urge to 'aww' at the omote’s cuteness. Malik purred, hugging Ryou fondly as his yami lead the two to Isis' care that Yami no Malik stole. "Sleep.." He murmured lazily, getting in and collapsing on the seat. "Heh.." Yami no Malik chuckled, amused with the drunk hikari’s.
Ryou sat down on the couch, pulling Yami no Malik with him before climbing into his lap contently. Almost like a cat he moved around until comfortable before leaning back against Mariku and snuggling against him. "Sleep very good," he murmured at this point in time as he closed his eyes.
Yami no Malik seemed utterly amused by this, petting Ryou's head and blinking as his own omote rested his head in his lap as well. "Tired." He purred, nuzzling into Ryou contently as he shut his eyes. The darker of the three chuckled, petting the hikari's affectionately. "Cute.."
"Yesh we are, isn’t that right Mal?" Ryou questioned but giggled again as Mariku petted him. With an affectionate lick on the cheek that said white haired light slummed back down against Yami no Malik. "Nighty…"
Yami no Malik purred somewhat at Ryou's action, Malik placing a sloppy kiss on his cheek before collapsing back down again. "Oyasu hic mi nasaiii.." He murmured, closing his eyes sleepily.
A change in Ryou’s breathing patterns within the next few minutes clearly stated that he had indeed fallen asleep.
Yami no Malik sighed deeply, noting that both the hikari's were asleep. Petting them both affectionately, the darker of the three watched amusedly. Damn, since when had he become this affectionate?!

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This is actually a role play of mine. Don’t know if I’ll post any more though. -shrugs-