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: Low flying hikaris….


Pool Side Psychedelico Part One

Malik jumped out of the dressing room and posed. “Ta da!”

Ryou and Yugi began scribbling on little cards, then held them up for the Egyptian to see. Malik peered at the cards and frowned.

“Six! A four!? Come on you guys! I like this one!”

Yugi shook his head. “Malik, you’re in lime green boy shorts…or trunks or whatever you want to call that lack of clothing!”

Malik pouted and ran his hand over his thigh, the second skin like material feeling smooth under his skin. “I’m going to swim in them.”

Ryou giggled, hiding behind his hand. “Um, Malik-chan, we all know you can’t swim very well.”

The blond huffed and marched back in the dressing room, the lime green suit flying over the door with gusto. “Put it in the pile! Gi-kun says I can get whatever I want!”

Yugi sighed and picked up the garment, adding it to the basket. “What about, the purple one? We both liked that one. Come out with that one on.”

They heard Malik sigh, but soon enough, the door opened and Malik stood before them in long purple board shorts with white flowers and a skin tight rash guard that only came to the middle of his abs. It was a metallic looking lilac color with a white band down the front.

Yugi whistled and clapped. “I think you look hot.”

The Egyptian smirked and walked over to Yugi. “That’s because I remind you of Marik!” He held up some of his blond hair, imitating his yami’s spiked hair. “Fuck me Yugi! Right now!”

The shorter teen smiled and pushed Malik away, getting up and taking his own pile of swim wear into the dressing room.

“Ryou! Make sure Malik doesn’t try to shoplift anything! I’m not going to jail for him.”

Ryou nodded, swatting Malik’s hand as he attempted to stuff shorts in his messenger bag. “Bad dog!”

The Egyptian laughed and stopped. “Come on out Yugi!”

In a matter of moments, Yugi came out in yellow board shorts with tiny palm tree leaf patterns on them in an olive green. Ryou smiled.

“You look cute. Have you been working out?”

Yugi flexed his muscles, little that there were and laughed. “I guess…” He looked at Malik. “What do you think?”

“That all that yellow and your pale skin and your weird bangs makes those shorts look weird. Go put on the black stuff I picked out for you.”

Yugi rolled his eyes and stalked back into the dressing room. He came out in thigh cut trunks that were black with a burgundy stripe up the side. He was also in a black tank top that Malik said “hugged him” in all the right ways.

“This? You kept picking out all these tiny shorts for me to wear!”

Malik grinned at Yugi. “Marik likes your legs. He told me so. Go put on those red trunks.”

Yugi pursed his lips. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were checking me out.”

The Egyptian was currently staring right at Yugi’s crotch. Ryou slapped him in the back of the head.

“Ow!”

“You’ve got a man! For shame!”

Malik stuck his tongue out at the white haired hikari. “Whatever…”

Yugi went back in and came out in his jeans and tiny t-shirt. Though it was a whole shirt, it was designed in such a way that it would never meet the waist of the low cut jeans he was wearing. He kicked Malik with his flip flop. “You’re so dirty! Why does Ryou have his hand over his eyes! Did you just put your clothes back on out here?!”

Ryou nodded and Malik laughed wickedly, zipping his jeans.

“Pervert. Ryou, your turn.”

The boy turned red. “I don’t want to put on what Malik chose for me. I don’t want to wear a Speedo.”

Malik pushed his friend playfully. “It’s not a Speedo! It’s a water g-string!”

Yugi crowed with laughter and patted Ryou’s back. “It’s okay Ryou. GO put on the normal trunks I chose for you. Malik’s a pervert.”

The bronze hikari grinned, tossing his hair. “What can I say? I love naked boys!”

Ryou scooted off into the dressing room and soon came out, his arms across his bare chest. He was wearing sky blue board shorts with a white stripe down the side. “Do you guys like it? There’s a dark blue one and- and a few brown ones.”

Yugi grinned. “Why are you so embarrassed? Malik told me what an exhibitionist you were on White Day!”

The hikari’s face darkened as he approached Malik, grabbing him by the collar of his pink polo shirt. “You asshole! Do want to die?”

Just then, Dartz wandered over to the area and Ryou dropped the fearful Egyptian, clapping his hands and chirping. “Hi Dartz!”

“Hello Dearest. I saw your friends elsewhere in the mall and they directed me here. Are you about done?”

Ryou nodded. “I just have to change!”

Dartz nodded. “Alright. Are those the new trunks you’re choosing? They look wonderful!”

The hikari blushed and giggled, hopping back into the dressing room. He came out in his normal clothes. Jeans and a tank top with a bunny face on it. Beneath the rabbit it said “This is how we do it”.

He gathered his clothes, glared at Malik, and went off with Dartz, chirping about his day. As soon as he was gone, Yugi busted out laughing. Malik pouted and straightened his shirt, getting off the waiting bench to smoothed the wrinkles in his jeans.

“How rude!’

Yugi laughed and gathered his swim wear again. “Let’s go pay for this…”

“Don’t you want anymore?”

The duelist shook his head. “I’ve only got so much money. Grandpa says to get a job and when I told that to Marik, he got really mad and said I wasn’t allowed to work and that he’d give me money…”

Malik shrugged. “Get more stuff. I’ll pay. Otogi won’t mind.”

“I dunno…”

“Yugi, seriously, Otogi won’t mind. This isn’t his credit card, it’s mine, it’s in his name. That’s all.”

The spike haired teen was eyeing some shoes. “I guess I could use more flip flops…”

“That’s the spirit…”

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Bakura laid back on the pool floaty, sipping his drink. Life was good.

Seto had gone to the office and told the thief he had the run of the estate as long as he didn’t commit any major crimes or kill Mokuba. So, the yami decided that he’d go to the pool and invite friends of course.

Marik floated close to Bakura on his own floaty, sun glasses hiding his eyes, his golden spikes fanned behind him.

“Bakura, the best thing you ever did was fuck Kaiba.”

“I know…” the thief said, holding out his hand. Marik gave him five and they both sipped their drinks, giving content sighs.

“We’ve hit the big time my friend…”

Bakura picked up a bottle of tanning lotion from the tiny plastic holder and put some on. “Sun tan lotion?”

Marik laughed. “Oh please. I’m Egyptian.”

“I’d still be careful. Bronze skin doesn’t mean a bloke can’t still get cancer. It’s bloody terrible I’ve heard.”

Marik froze and sat up in his floaty chair. “Did you just say ‘bloke’ and ‘bloody’? Have you been reading again?”

Bakura laughed. “Been with Ryou…”

“Damn you’re British…”

Both yamis laughed and toasted their drinks. Life was good.

“So, where’s Midget?”

“With Bambi and Mr. Sunshine…”

Bakura relaxed, giving a knowing nod. “Spending money?”

“Hikaris shop in the summer time.”

“Hm.”

“Where’s Richie Rich?”

“Office.”

Marik sighed. “Mokuba’s coming over here.”

“Just ignore it. It’ll go away.”

The Egyptian laughed and closed his eyes behind his shades. “Little bastard…”

Mokuba Kaiba came over to the pool and put his hands on his hips. “Bakura! Where’s my game?!”

Bakura lifted his hand and gave him the one finger salute. “Fuck off mini-me!”

“I’m telling Seto!”

“Call someone who cares you little shit! Leave us alone!” Marik took the water gun off his lap and sprayed Mokuba in the shorts, right in his crotch. “Aw geez kid! Take it to the bathroom!”

Bakura cackled evilly and Marik gave him another high five.

“I hate you!” the boy screeched. “I’m telling Seto!”

“Whatever…” the boys said in unison, flipping their shades back down.

A few moments passed and soon, a cacophony of shrieks and chirps were heard. Mokuba came running back over to the pool and pointed an accusing finger at Bakura and Marik.

“It was them!”

“Yami! What did you do to Mokuba!?”

“Marik Ishtar! Get over here right now!”

Malik giggled behind his hand as he watched the shades slip off Marik’s face as he regarded a pissed off Yugi.

“Baby! He was being a brat!”

“Marik!”

SPLASH!

Mokuba stared at Yugi. “Why’d you throw his shoes in the pool?”

“I don’t have an alarm clock…”

Malik continued to laugh and began to strip down. Ryou covered his eyes and Mokuba’s, steering the boy in the house. The bronze hikari was soon in his swim suit, a tight dark purple one that stopped just below his ass cheeks.

“Here I come!”

“NO MALIK NO!”

Was all they heard before Malik launched himself right at Marik, sinking his floaty. Bakura cracked up, but soon stopped as the waves took him closer to Ryou who had come back outside.

“BAD YAMI!”

Was all he heard before he was hit over the head with a Blue Eyes floaty. Yugi was on the other side of the pool, trying to rescue both Marik and Malik as the Egyptians didn’t swim well, while standing in the entry way to the pool house, Otogi, Dartz, and Seto shook their heads, a smug Mokuba clinging to his brother’s side, his tongue out.

When Marik and Malik were finally rescued and Bakura was done being beaten in the head, everyone changed into their suits and found solace beside the pool…for the most part.

“I WANNA PLAY WITH SETO!”

“WELL I WANNA ‘PLAY’ WITH HIM TOO! GET OUTTA HERE KID!”

Bakura and Mokuba glared at each other until Otogi came over and coughed. “I have a message from Seto.”

Both boys looked up. “WHAT?!”

That’s when Otogi pushed them both into the pool and ran off cackling like a mad man.

Mokuba of course, whined while Bakura cursed black and blue. On the other side of the pool, Marik and Malik dried off, the former being rubbed down by a sympathetic Yugi.

“I’m sorry Baby…”

“Threw my shoes in the pool…” he muttered, crossing his arms.

Yugi kissed his temple. “I’ll get them out right now.”

“You’d better.”

“I know.” He kissed Marik’s cheek and the boy stopped scowling.

“Nice…nice suit by the way…”

Yugi beamed. He was in the yellow shorts he’d picked for himself. Malik made a barfing sound, chirping happily when Otogi dived on the chair beside him.

“Hey Baby!”

They kissed hungrily and Marik and Yugi made barfing sounds.

Dartz rubbed sunscreen all over Ryou, listening to his Dearest purr in appreciation.

“I really do love these shorts. You’re so cute.”

Ryou giggled. He was wearing dark blue shorts with bunny faces on them. “Thank you!”

The long haired teen hugged Ryou close to him. “We’ll stick the shade okay?”

Ryou nodded, unaware that Seto loomed over them, gun in hand.

“Dartz.”

The investor looked up. “Seto, you bastard.”

“Save it for someone who cares.” He sprayed the two lovers, racing off laughing his trade mark laugh, Bakura right behind him, having sprayed Otogi and Malik after getting out of the pool.

Mokuba finally reached the shallow end and pulled himself out of the pool, muttering darkly. “This is madness….”

He walked back over to the pool house soaking wet, deciding it was safer on the inside.


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*Courtesy of Home Made Kazoku
*Malik are you crazy?! He’s always glomping Marik in the worst ways! LOL! “NO MALIK NO!”
* God, t his is fun! Another chapter soon!