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Interchangeable	By : TMD Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4003 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! or any music mentioned throughout this story.

Chapter 2 - Damn That Cocaine

Ryou looked up at a knock on his large wooden office door. Glancing at the clock, he raised an eyebrow. Who in the world would come to see him at 6:30 in the morning? His question was answered only seconds later when he heard a familiar voice echo in his head.

//Let me in, dickhead, or I’ll just break the door down,// Bakura threatened nonchalantly through their mind link.

Ryou sighed and placed his hands on the glass desk in front of him, leaning on it as he stood. He rolled his eyes as he heard Bakura rap on the door again, this time harder, and called out, “Hold on, will you?! Jesus…”

He walked over to the door and unlocked it, pulling it open to a smirking Bakura.

“I’m not Jesus,” Bakura patted Ryou’s head as he walked past him, “Such a confused child you are, my little light.”

Ryou closed the office door, turning around to have his back shoved against it, with Bakura practically on top of him, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss. The man was caught up in the moment, everything escaping his mind except the fact that this was helping his stress. The thought of stress triggered his memory to come back to reality and he shoved Bakura off of him, breathing heavily as the spirit stared at him for a moment, shocked, then started to chuckle.

“You just want to be difficult this morning, don’t you?”

“I have work to get done, Bakura,” Ryou spoke in a serious tone, glaring at his counterpart.

Bakura’s dark eyes wandered down to the front of Ryou’s pants and he smirked, “Something tells me you don’t care.”

“Look, I have shit to do today, so please leave,” Ryou looked away from the spirit to the floor beside him.

Bakura stood there for a moment, then crossed his arms, taking a step closer to Ryou, “And what if I don’t?”

Ryou continued to stare at the floor, trying to ignore the other.

The former tomb-raider scoffed, taking another step closer to Ryou, bringing them inches from each other. He grabbed the man’s chin with his hand and forced him to look into his face.

“I think, I’ll just stay right here,” the spirit said coolly, then smiled demonically, but kept his mouth shut.

Ryou sighed, knowing he couldn’t win. He stepped to the side and made his way toward his desk quickly, trying to avoid Bakura’s empty stare. He stopped behind the desk and sat down his chair, slowly, and scooted closer to the computer screen. A crackle of plush leather moving caught the man’s attention and he saw that Bakura had taken a seat on the couch that was against the wall on the far side of the office.

“At least he’s not on me,” Ryou thought as he began to type again.

Bakura was thinking the opposite, trying to contemplate how to be able to get on Ryou without having to hear the bitching. And he didn’t really feel like putting in the effort to try to rape the man. Being lazy wasn’t always a bad thing.

-*-*-*-*-

“You know... it’s weird, but Ryou has an amazing hold over Bakura,” Yami said, gazing at the wall in thought.

“What’re you talking about?” Yugi questioned through a mouthful of chips, eyes glued to the television screen.

“Oh, I was just thinking....” Yami paused, glancing over at Yugi, then shook his head, chuckling at the other, “Not that you’re interested though.”

“That’s nice,” Yugi said without thinking about anything but the tv. This caused Yami to start laughing. The man looked over at the spirit after a minute when the laughing persisted, “What’s your problem?”

“Nothing,” Yami smiled at Yugi, then got up from the couch, stretching as he did, “You’re just cute.”

Yugi blinked at the spirit as he walked away to the stairs. He shrugged and turned back to his show, stuffing a handful of chips into his mouth. He never had figured out Yami all the years he had been with him and he wasn’t about to start trying now.

Yami, on the other hand, was trying to figure out Ryou. And Bakura. The day before replayed in his mind, or at least what he could remember of the day before. He wondered why he did go in their house. Yes, the door had been wide open, but he could have just walked past without a second thought. The thing is he didn’t though.

He still wondered why the door was standing wide open when Bakura was in bed asleep and Ryou was at work. Surely Ryou hadn’t left it open. He figured Bakura probably came in that morning drunk and stumbling. Ryou said he did that a lot, coming in at all hours of the night and morning.

Yami sighed as he turned into his room, closing the door behind him and falling onto his bed with a grunt. Why did the gods curse him with such a thought-filled mind? It stressed him out more than it made him happy, that was for sure. And it always brought about the fact that if it wasn’t one thing in his life, it was another.

He felt something was wrong with him inside, but he wasn’t sure what it was exactly. Depression, maybe? But why in the world would he be depressed? He didn’t know and he was tired of not knowing.

“Fuck this,” he muttered, rolling over to reach for a box under the bed. He pulled it up and sat up, taking the lid off of it, revealing the contents inside of it. Grabbing a cut straw, he ran his fingers across it, licking the light pink substance off.

He dug among the items in the box and pulled out a little baggie filled with the pink substance. He grabbed a duel monster’s card and the box lid, scooping out the pink substance onto the lid. He made aline with the card and bent down, putting one end of the straw to his nose and the other to the coke that was on the box lid.

He snorted the whole line, not leaving any behind on the lid and leaned his head back, sniffing repeatedly. He dipped his finger into the baggie before he wrapped it up again, rubbing along the inside of his top and bottom lips, and stuck it in his pocket for later. Replacing the items back in the box, he put the lid back on and stuck it back under the bed where it had been before.

Yami sat there a for a moment, thinking over things, the coke making his mind go a thousand times faster. He got up and started to clear the things off of his desk and sat down in the chair, staring at the computer. He scooted the chair closer to the desk after a moment and turned the computer on, waiting for it to boot up and connect to the internet server.

The main screen loaded and windows started popping up from there. He clicked out of few and looked at his messaging hosts, noticing that Ryou was online.

“I wonder if he knows yet....” the spirit muttered to himself, sending Ryou an instant message, “Fucking thief…”

“What’s up?” Yami typed.

“Work.... And Bakura,” was the other’s reply, “Same shit, different day.”

“Sounds fun,” Yami typed back, minimizing the instant message window, pulling up another one, not wanting to bother Ryou too much if the man was still working.

The spirit glanced at the clock, then typed, “Have you been working all night?”

“Yep, I have a big meeting in about an hour and a half.”

Yami gawked at the screen. Ryou was as bad as Kaiba was when it came to being a workaholic. He wondered how many nights a week Ryou didn’t go home and just stayed at the office because he was so dedicated to his job. It made the former pharaoh realize that he loved being unemployed.

“Good luck,” he typed, then paused, staring at the screen for a moment, then typing, “Call me afterwards and we can go hopefully celebrate whatever it is you’re working on.”

“Thanks, and definitely,” Ryou typed back, then sent another message, “I’m almost done, so if you want to bullshit, I’m all for it. So, what’s been going on in your life lately?”

Yami read the message, then huffed as he typed, “Oh, nothing, but getting the crap beat out of me. You know, the usual.”

Yami couldn’t believe he had just admitted that of his own free will. Damn that cocaine.

There was a long pause before the other man replied with, “...... What happened?”

One word explained it all. “Bakura.”

Another long pause. Even longer than the one before.

“Sorry, I’m just discussing it with him,” Ryou typed back, “I’ll be a few minutes.”

Yami stared at the screen as it clicked. Bakura was there with him. Even though it was early in the morning and the sun was up, Bakura was there. It made him wonder. What kind of relationship did those two have with each other.

He sat back as he clicked the window to minimize, grabbing a pack of cigarettes off of the desk. He rarely smoked, but it helped him think. Because at the moment, he didn’t know what to think. Damn that cocaine.

-*-*-*-*-

Bakura cackled, throwing his head back and laughing insanely and loud. The expression on Ryou’s face was priceless and he knew immediately what Yami had told Ryou. He couldn’t help himself. The fact was funny. He roughed up the pharaoh and, like he expected, the motherfucker was claiming to have been beaten harshly.

Ryou stared at the demented spirit with a disgusted look on his face as he watched him laugh his ass off. How he shared half of his soul with Bakura tripped him out. How could they be so close, yet they were absolutely nothing alike. Complete and total opposites.

“That’s fucked up, Bakura,” Ryou shook his head as he turned back to his computer to put the final touches on his presentation.

The spirit twisted around on the couch to face the man, snickering, “Come on, Ryou. I did not beat the shit out of him, I just roughed him up a little. If I had beaten the shit out of him, believe me, you’d know.”

Ryou didn’t say anything, but saved the file on his computer, then began printing it. He leaned over and opened the bottom drawer of his desk, pulling out a small bag and placing it atop his desk.

“What’re you doing?” Bakura watched him as he unzipped the bag and pulled out a brush, a small tube of toothpaste, and a toothbrush, “What the fuck? You keep a bag full of bathroom shit up here?”

“I’m up here most of the time and I don’t need to go around looking and smelling like shit, Bakura,” Ryou muttered, pulling out cologne, “I have to keep up a neat appearance.”

Bakura huffed and stood up, walking over to the front of the man’s desk and leaning across it, placing his hands down atop it, looking into his light’s eyes, “Well, before you do that, let’s get a little dirty. No reason in cleaning up twice.”

“No, I need to get ready, so back off,” Ryou looked up at him, “You can get sex later.”

“But that’s what I came here for!” Bakura whined, his words coming out in a growl of frustration, “You’re gonna make me waste a trip here? I could have been sleeping!”

Ryou let out a chuckle, shaking his head, “You’re pathetic, you know that?”

“Watch that tongue, Ryou,” Bakura growled deep in his chest, just enough to catch the man’s attention again, “You might wake up without it one day.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” the man tossed his silver hair behind his shoulder, resting his chin on one palm, looking up at the other.

Bakura scowled at him. He stood up, fisting his hands at his sides, staring at his counterpart. He turned around and walked to the other side of the office, stopping next to the wall. He pulled back and landed a fist through the wall, sheetrock flying onto the floor in front of him.

Ryou watched as the spirit pulled his hand out of the wall and cocked his head slightly to the side, “Are you done, yami?”

“I’d like to do that to your head one day,” Bakura glared at him only to be greeted with a polite smile, “Or now.”

“Go home and go to sleep. I can see a hangover already creeping up on you,” Ryou said, calmly, standing up and walking around his desk, over next to the former tomb-raider, “I’ll be home later to fulfill your needs. Hey, you wanna go out with Yami and I this evening?”

Bakura looked at Ryou from under his bangs, his eyes glowing a slight hint of red, “What the fuck do you think?”

“Well, then, I’ll see you later tonight around... does midnight sound good?”

“Whatever,” the dark spirit turned away from the man and headed to the door, not looking back as he opened it, then slammed it closed behind him.

/I love you too,/ Ryou said sarcastically through the mind-link.

//Fuck off,// was the rude reply as Bakura stomped off down the hall to the elevator.

-*-*-*-*-

Marik looked over at the door when he heard a knock. He had a dilemma. He was too stoned to get up and someone was at the door. How would he go about this one? He snapped as he thought of his usual.

“Malik!” he called out, turning the music on the stereo down, “C’mere!”

“What?” the Egyptian stumbled into the living room with a bottle of Tequila in hand.

“I can’t get up,” Marik snickered as whoever was at the door knocked again.

“Open the fuck up, Ishtar!” came from outside of the door.

“Bakura’s here,” Marik laughed, taking another hit off of his joint.

Malik rolled his eyes as he made his way to the door, unlocking it and opening it up to the other crude spirit, “Shut the fuck up and lock the door behind you.” He went back down the hall and into his room, gulping down Tequila on the way there.

Bakura stepped inside of the apartment and closed the door behind him, locking the bottom lock. He looked over at Marik who smiled and held up a beer.

“You look like you need a beer, man,” he tossed the can over to the other and patted the spot on the couch next to him, “Have a seat and get fucked up.”

Bakura took the offer and plopped down on the couch, opening his beer and leaned his head back, downing the whole can in about 10 seconds. He set the empty can on the coffee table and looked over at Marik, asking silently for another beer.

“Wow,” Marik leaned down and grabbed a beer out of the cooler that was next to the couch, handing it to Bakura, “You must be pissed. Drink up!”

The same thing was repeated about four more times, then Bakura finally settled down with his sixth beer and spoke, “So, what’d you think of Jimmy?”

Marik stared at him, blinking for a minute, then it clicked, “Oh, that guy. Prick.”

“Yeah, but he’s fucking addicted, that’s for sure.” Bakura smirked, “You can always count on him for a sale. Now, where’s my shit?”

“Somewhere in my room,” Marik shrugged, lighting another joint and passing it to Bakura, “You’re gonna give me some, right?”

“It wouldn’t matter what I said, you’ve already taken some,” the dark spirit stood up and went down the hall, taking the joint with him.

“You know me so well!” Marik called out, laughing, “That’s some good shit though!”

“I know,” Bakura came back into the living room and returned to his spot with a bag of pills in his hand, “That’s why I got it.”

“Yeah.... I can’t hardly fucking move,” Marik snickered, taking a swig of the beer that he held in his hand, “You have to introduce me to whoever the hell you get tabs from.”

Bakura chuckled, pulling out a tab and rolling it between his forefinger and thumb, “I don’t think so.”

“Why not?!” Marik demanded, narrowing his eyes at the other spirit.

Bakura looked over at him and smiled, then popped three tabs into his mouth, swallowing them down with beer, “Cheers.”

“How many did you just take?”

“Three.”

“Damn!” Marik’s eyes became wide, “You’re gonna be rolling hard tonight.”

“That was the idea,” Bakura smirked at him, pocketing the bag of tabs into his pants pocket, “Now... Let’s go tear some shit up.”

Bakura jumped up, taking the last hit off of the joint he had and finishing his beer. He tossed the roach in the ashtray and grabbed Marik’s arms, pulling him up to his feet and holding him up so he didn’t fall right back down.

“Bakura, I can’t move,” Marik said, hanging off of the other for support.

“Oh fucking well,” the former tomb-raider dragged him to the door, “We’re going out and if you get caught, I’m leaving your ass behind and laughing at you as I do.”

“Why do I hang out with you?” Marik muttered, slowly going down the steps outside of his apartment.

“Because I supply you with damn good drugs,” Bakura replied, shoving him the rest of the way down the stairs.

The Egyptian jumped down to avoid breaking his neck and rolled over to his feet once he hit the ground, yelling out, “Well, fuck!”

-*-*-*-*-

Ryou snickered as he slipped his soda, looking back at Yami who sat across from him on the other side of the booth. He grabbed his napkin and wiped his mouth, setting his drink down atop the table.

“That’s an interesting theory,” Ryou said, shoving a french fry into his mouth, “But I don’t think they would have gone for it. At least I know they liked the way I set it up even if it was pretty much the same thing.”

Yami shrugged, “I don’t know. I don’t know what business people like that think.”

They had met up about an hour earlier and decided to grab a bite to eat before they did anything else. They had been sitting in a burger joint for about 45 minutes, bullshitting. Ryou’s work and meeting had come up and it turned out that the business Ryou wanted to merge with was in favor of all his ideas and proposals. A few papers had been signed, but other than that, the deal was sealed and had yet to begin.

“So, how’d you get rid of Bakura for tonight?” Yami questioned, trying to spark up new conversation.

“It wasn’t hard,” Ryou answered, taking another sip of his soda, “I just told him the truth of my plans for tonight. You know, he really doesn’t like you.”

“Yeah, I know,” Yami scowled at the table, unconsciously rubbing his head, “I’m not too fond of him either.”

Ryou chuckled, leaning his head on his palm, looking over at Yami, “I don’t know why you two can’t just forget your differences and get along. At least, some of the time.”

“Do you remember the story of our past life together? I don’t think we’ll ever get along,” Yami replied, pulling out his pack of cigarettes and placing one behind his ear, “Yeah, we’ll forever hate each other.”

“Forever’s a long time,” Ryou commented, standing up and gathering his trash together.

“3000 years so far, shall we go for more?” Yami also stood up and gathered his trash up.

“You give it little, if any, chance at all,” Ryou said, dumping his trash into the trash can, then dumping Yami’s on the way out of the restaurant, “I still can’t understand how you yamis can be so stubborn.”

Yami laughed, then lit his cigarette, leaning against the wall of the outside of the burger place, “All people are stubborn.”

“Not near as much as you all,” Ryou said matter-of-factly.

“Everyone tells me that,” Yami chuckled, looking down the dark street.

Ryou rolled his eyes, “Maybe it means something then.”

Yami opened his mouth to reply, but police sirens from down the street caught their attention. Both looked down the street and their eyes widened. Who else, but Bakura and Marik, came speeding down the street on Malik’s motorcycle with three cop cars chasing after them.

Ryou could see Marik laughing and Bakura’s insane look as he flew by and turned around a corner shortly down the street.

“Oh, God, what the hell did they do now?” Ryou thought aloud, shaking his head as he stared after the direction the two spirits went.

“Wanna go to my place? Maybe we’ll hear about it on the news tonight,” Yami suggested as he looked up at Ryou.

“Uh... yeah, let’s go,” Ryou replied, not half hearing Yami or himself. His mind was focused on one thing and that one thing was Bakura.

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