You Can Do That

You Can Do That

Summary: sequel to Kimi ga Iru
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: none

Lack*

Bakura watched Ryou from the back of the cafeteria his mind a thousand miles away in another time and place where the doe eyed hikari used to be his constant companion, as much as he professed to hate it. The Brit was now the constant companion of Yami and company, laughing, talking, going out with them. As much as it hurt him, he knew Ryou was happy and it was perhaps that that wretched his heart the most.

Why couldn’t Ryou be happy with him? What was wrong with him? So he stole for a living, so he’d possessed the boy a couple of times and tried to help a fellow yami take over the world, but it was all for a good cause. He didn’t know exactly what that cause was at the time, but he knew he had to put souls in cards and try to steal the Pharaoh’s puzzle.

Why couldn’t Ryou understand that it was who he was? That his affections had nothing to do with brotherly affection, but the cold hard lust and love of a nightly partner?

He poked his green Jell-O and sighed. It’d been three weeks already and he could tell there was no hope. Ryou hadn’t noticed in the slightest how hurt he’d been by his game shop confession.

Damn you Pharaoh.

He felt weight on his arm and breath at his ear and he immediately shoved it away. “Go find a fence post Malik!”

The bronze hikari stuck out his tongue and pouted at Marik. “You see? You see how he treats me? Is that the way to treat the best fuck within a hundred mile area?”

Marik grinned like a jack-o-lantern and continued to playfully push Yugi away from him. The two had been an item for some time now and rumor was they’d yet to consummate the relationship.

This also pissed Bakura off. All of his best friend’s time was now being monopolized by a wide eyed midget with low self esteem. He ran his hands through his hair and got up from the table.

“Fuck this shit. I’m skipping.”

Malik looked crestfallen. “But ‘Kura! You can’t! Marik says I can’t skip if he can’t and Yugi can’t skip because –”

“I don’t give a fuck you whore! If you’re lonely you know how to work your right hand!”

Marik laughed cruelly and Yugi elbowed him, gaining the hikari a scowl which he promptly returned. Malik looked down at the table and stared at his veggie wrap.

“I just wanted to go is all…” he whispered, starting to tear up.

“Fix your hikari Marik. It’s sprung a leak.” Bakura walked away, flipping several lunches on to girl’s uniforms before he exited.

As the agitated yami entered the restroom he swore and started to leave.

“What’s the matter Bakura? Surely you’re not afraid of a ‘wealthy prick’?”

Bakura winced inwardly. That bastard remembered everything. He turned around and crossed his arms.

“No, I just don’t want to be in the same room as filth.”

Seto grinned devilishly. “You mean filthy rich?”

Bakura narrowed his eyes. “Look you ass, I get it! You’re rich! Everyone knows it, big fucking whoop! You know you’d better stop throwing it in people’s faces before you’re shit outta luck and no one will help you!”

“Telling your life story Bakura?” the CEO dried his hands and inspected his nails, smiling. Perfect as always.

The white haired thief just shook his head and left, quickly returning. “You know, even I have a friend or two ‘Kaiba-boy’. You’d better wise up.”

Seto seethed. He hated that nickname more than anything. He made as if to move towards Bakura but the teen was already out the door.

****

Yugi sat in Marik’s lap as they shared a recliner. The duelist’s feet dangled over the arm and he idly played with Marik’s blond locks as the two watched tv. The two were sort of past the ‘I need to feel you up every second’ stage and were now satisfied with each other’s company.

Well, Yugi was. Marik’s hands were currently up his shirt even as the spike haired teen muttered half-hearted “stops” and “nos”.

“Marik?”

“Hm?”

The Egyptian seemed to be mesmerized by some World War Two retelling on tv and Yugi had to physically turn his face.

“Marik.”

“Damn it bitch, I hear you!”

Yugi tapped the boy on the cheek. “I’ll smack you!”

“And I’ll drive you outta town and leave you there.”

“Do you think Bakura’s lonely?”

Marik shook his head and went back to watching tv. “Not at all. He’s fucking Malik.”

Yugi sighed and cuddled into the yami’s embrace. “That’s not what I mean. You’re his friend, don’t let him fade away.”

The Egyptian pulled at Yugi’s nipple, causing the boy to emit a squeak. He laughed. “I won’t Chibi. I got this.”

The boy smacked his boyfriend’s hand. “No more nipple!”

“Stupid tease.”

“Don’t make me get an alarm clock!”

“Don’t destroy my property. We’re not rich like you.”

“Whatever.” The teen watched the tv for a while then sighed, growing bored. “Wanna make out?”

“Thought you’d never ask.” Marik turned off the tv and focused his energy towards turning Yugi on.

****

Malik stood in front of Bakura’s door with a small box behind his back. He didn’t want to just barge in on the moody yami, knowing he’d be chased away and insulted, but then too, he figured that would happen no matter what. He bit his lip and tried not to cry as he thought about the school day.

Lately, Bakura was becoming more and harsher to him. They’d even stopped sleeping together. People just thought they still were because Malik talked about Bakura so much, but the truth was, they didn’t even do “favors” anymore. The bronze hikari had no idea what was wrong but he could tell something was bothering his lover and it wasn’t just a case of the store not having the booze he liked or the teachers getting on his back.

It was something serious.

He’d always joked about Ryou never loving Bakura, and constantly rubbed it in, saying he and Bakura were meant to be.

Could that be it? Is that why he’s discarded me?

He steeled his courage and knocked at the door, closing his lavender eyes and taking deep breaths. He wanted to do this right.

“Fuck yourself!” came the yami’s annoyed voice and Malik took it as a good sign. He opened the door and squealed inwardly. Bakura was shirtless on the bed and lounging around in his boxers.

“Hi Bakura!”

The boy snorted and changed the channel to his big screen tv. It was a known fact that almost everything in the boy’s room was stolen or bought with stolen cash and the entertainment center was no exception.

Malik swayed into the room and immediately cuddled up with the thief on the bed, drawing his ire.

“Get the fuck off!” Bakura hit the boy with a pillow till he sat up and moved away.

“Okay okay! God!” Malik held up the box. “I got you this!”

“Is it your dick? Because I’ve had enough of that.”

Malik forced himself to chuckle. “Heh…good one ‘Kura-chan.” He put the box between them and smiled. “I got it for you, of course, but I got it because,” He paused dramatically and glomped his object of affection. “It’s the anniversary of the first time we ever met!”

Bakura didn’t know why, but he was getting more and more pissed off by the second. For once he was not in the mood to be gentle or joking. He shoved Malik off him onto the floor and kicked the boy away from him.

“I said get the fuck off! Don’t you know what that means? You speak English you dumb Arab!”

Malik’s eyes widened. “Wha –what? Bakura!” He gave the yami a smile then wagged his finger. “You shouldn’t talk that way to your lover –”

“I’m not your fucking lover you stupid sand nigger now get out! You disgust me I’m sick of you and your advances, your stupid questions and games!” He gestured at Malik in mock hand signals. “Understand that? It means scram! Or did living in a fucking cave rob even basic understanding from you!?”

The Egyptian felt his heart shatter and clutched his chest as a soft moan escaped his lips. “you don’t mean it you don’t mean these things…”

“You bet I do you cross dressing whore!” he took up Malik’s gift and threw it out of the window. “Go fetch you stupid dog.”

Malik flinched as he was kicked again and stood up, tears streaming down his face. “You don’t mean it. We’re in love. This is your way of showing affection right? Well I can deal with that I –”

“You don’t love whores. You use them. We’re done.” He dug in his pocket and threw bills at Malik’s feet. “Is that what you wanted?”

The boy began to breathe shallowly and threaded his fingers in his hair. “No, this isn’t happening no!”

“Get out!” Bakura shoved him out of the door and as it was slammed, Malik just sank down to his knees and began rocking himself.

“no no no no no no! he loves me! he loves me!” Malik began to sob and in an instant lost it completely.

“MARIK! he screamed, sending all his emotions down their link.


Marik dropped Yugi on the floor and looked at the living room doorway. “Ra, Malik?” He raced upstairs before the shorter teen could ask.

Yugi got up off the floor and went to go look upstairs, feeling a little afraid. The scream had caught him so off guard. He’d never heard someone in so much pain before in his life.

Marik…

****

Ryou slapped down another card and grinned at Yami. “I’m telling you, I’m going to win!”

The Pharaoh laughed and looked at his hand. “We’ll see…”

Suddenly, Ryou doubled over and Yami rushed to the other side of the table. “Ryou!”

He squatted to look the boy in the face and saw nothing but tears flowing out of his eyes.

“Ryou? It’s okay! You can win –”

The boy shook his head and got up, trying to catch his breath. “Drive me home!”

“What? Why?”

“DRIVE ME HOME!” he commanded, still crying.

Yami nodded and ran to get his keys. He ushered Ryou to the car and sped back to Ryou’s home.

When they arrived, Ryou ran inside and upstairs. He pounded on his yami’s door.

“Bakura!? Bakura!” he cried and jerked the door handle. “BAKURA!”

“I don’t want to see you!”

“Let me in! Let me in!” Ryou fell to his knees and cried against the door. “What’s the matter?” he whined, feeling overwhelmed by Bakura’s sadness. “Yami!”

On the other side of the door, Bakura stood in front of the window, trying to fight the tears in his eyes. As much as he needed Ryou, as much as he wanted him, he’d promised himself that after being rejected like that, he’d never let the hikari get that close to him again.


Downstairs, Yugi and Yami looked at each other awkwardly, not knowing what to do. Their bond had been distant for sometime now and Yugi crossed his arms.

“So, how’s Ryou in the sack?”

Yami nearly choked and shook his head. “It’s not like that. It’s no where near that!”

Yugi shrugged. “Whatever.”

Yami listened to Ryou crying and bit his lip, feeling sad somehow that he could no longer feel what Yugi was feeling.

“Aibou…”

“What?”

“I miss you.”

The boy looked at his yami and flopped down in the recliner. “Yeah well, I see you at home. What’s to miss?”

“What’s going on upstairs? That’s what I miss. I can’t feel you anymore Yugi. I miss that.”

Yugi shrugged. “It’s not my fault you got used to sneaking a peek and now you’re suffering from withdrawal. Maybe that’s what happened to Ryou. Bakura laid it on him and he wasn’t ready.”

Yami stood in the stair hall and watched his hikari idly flip through the channels. “I’ll…be at home then.”

“Whatever.”

****
*Courtesy of Porno Graffiti(title courtesy of Soul Head)
*I’m back! Mwa ha ha! Don’t know how long I’ll have computer access for hours and hours…may have to curtail it back to weekend…;_;
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