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Birthday Party Bash	By : ShadowofLight Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3696 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�Birthday Party Bash�
2. Receiving Gifts
~Nursing hangovers and guilt some of the guys realize what they did could destroy the strong friendship bond. Someone had better think of something quick but how can anyone think straight when your brain is still loaded with booze?~
Sunlight drifted in through the parted curtains of the large bedroom and directly into the ones of one simply known as Yami. He softly groaned as the early morning rays of the sun beat down on his face, forcing him to open his eyes as he slowly turned away from the warm yet blinding light to bury his face into a cool feel of the pillow. He sighed deeply and was just about to drift back into sleep when his ears picked up a somewhat familiar noise.

A tired, ruby red colored eye slowly opened only to find himself not in his soul room or Yugi�s room for that matter. This room looked expensive with mahogany crafted furniture, drapes of thick material that was open a crack so it wasn�t much light to see by. Closing his eyes he hissed softly as a pain in his temple forced him to take it slowly or else, so as soon as he lifted his chest off the very inviting bed he slowly opened his eyes.

He was lying in a large four poster bed with the sheets somewhat twisted around his lean form and right now he was alone. Taking a deep breath he slowly rolled onto his back and pressed the heels of his hands against his aching eyes to block out the annoying light and help ease this headache of his. It helped only a little ance hce his stomach stopped churning he crawled to the edge of the bed and managed to locate his pants.

�Why are they hanging off the dresser?� eh thought to himself as he slowly pulled them on then searched for his shirt. After finding it thrown nearly across the room he sat down on the edge of the bed and rested his pounding head in his hands. �What in the name of Ra happen to me? I can only remember bits and pieces and yet I feel so incredibly guilty.� He was so deep in his thoughts he had no idea that he did not spend the night alone.

Joey stepped out of the bathroom, roughly toweling his hair as he was wearing only his boxers but was trying vainly to shake the cotton balls from his brain. He still felt dizzy and had this headache that just would not stop. �What the hell did I eat last night?� he thought to himself as he made his way to the bed and tossing the towel to the floor fell on the bed on his back. ckincking a chocolate brown eye open he looked up at the King of Games himself and yawned to him, Morning Yami.�

�Good morning Joey.� �Joey?!� Bells rang shrilly in his mind as he looked at the blonde who was currently stretching like a cat on his back dressed in nothing but a pair of green boxer shorts with the picture of puppies on them. That�s when last night came rushing back to his mind as well as a rush of searing pain. Swallowing the bile back he went back to resting his head back on his hands.

The young man rolled onto his stomach, unconsciously leaning into the other boy�s side as he pillowed his head on folded arms. He looked as his for a while before speaking up in a soft, slow tone. �Hangover?�

�Yes� Why do they have to be so� painful?� he asked softly, wincing at the loudness of his own voice as he looked at him, fighting back the fierce blush at the closeness of their bodies.

�Dunno� maybe to remind us we�re only human?� Joey joked then groaned and buried his face in his arms. �I think I hurt my stomach��

Yami chuckled softly as he reached out to rub his bare back in soothing circles. The skin was just barely damp but felt so soft and smooth. The blonde groaned softly but didn�t move away; in fact he seemed to lean more into the touch, sighing deeply as he told him not to stop. He froze for a moment before reaching out with both hands to grasp his shoulders and kneaded the tense muscles he could feel. �You�re tense all over,� he murmured as he ran his fingers along the expansion of his back.

Joey grunted as he rested his chin on his hands, still feeling weak but oddly warm. �I woke up really sore but that shower helped me unwind some,� he said softly, yawning a bit and felt ready to go to sleep when he felt a weight settle on the small of his back. �Wha?�

�It�s me, just relax. It�s easier for both of us like this,� the young man said as he kneaded the muscles with a firmer grip, pressing his fingers into the satiny skin.

At first the blonde was feeling uneasy and was about to get up and finish getting dress but the hands felt so good and little by little he felt all the tension just melt away. A few times he grunted in slight discomfort when those talented hands found a particular sore knot but then his body just about rippled with pleasure. He wasn�t aware of anything else as those hands traveled along his spine in delicate caresses, making him grit his teeth tightly together as he swallowed soft moans of pleasure. For some reason his back seemed to be so sensitive to every little touch so he wasn�t all that prepared when Yami�s thumbs reached the base of his spine and then up to his neck in one smooth m �Y �Yami!�

�Ra does he have any idea what he�s doing to me?� the former pharaoh hissed as his friend bucked under him, causing his pants to become even tighter but it didn�t help that he wanted to touch every bare expansion of skin, to taste the fine sheen of sweat, to do all of last nights actions right here and now. He growled deep in his chest as he was forced to back off a bit when Joey moved, getting to his hands and knees but reached out to pull him against his chest when he nearly toppled off the bed. �You� alright?� he panted in his ear, wrapping his arms around him tightly until he got his balance back.

�Y-Yeah fine� guess I kinda got a head rush right now�� he chuckled at himself, panting himself as he let his head drop back on the dark one�s shoulder and held onto his arm tightly. �Why do I feel a lot warmer?� he thought to himself, taking a moment to let mild headache go away but sighed deeply. �Um Yami?�

�Yeah?�

�I�m gonna take a little nap� you can let go now.�

�Oh� right.� He didn�t want to but slowly he released him from his tight grip, letting his hands linger on his hips longer than necessary before sitting back and watching as his light�s best friend wordlessly curled up on the bed and went to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Yami continued to sit there, watching him sleep before he finished getting dressed and covered the young man with the blanket.

Stepping out of the room he sighed deeply, leaning against the closed doors for a moment to gather his thoughts when he heard someone coming out of another room. Looking up he noticed it was Tristen and he looked to have just woken up with his shirt halfway buttoned up and was pulling his long coat on. He also looked troubled.

�Good Morning Tristen.�

The brunette looked up sharply and seemed to pale when he saw who greeted him. �Oh damn, why is he up? Okay don�t panic just act cool,� he thought to himself as she swallowed the lump of fear and slowly made his way to the other young man.

�Um yeah morning. How do you feel?�

�Like someone tried to drop a pyramid on me. Yourself?�

�Um the same I think. I�m gonna go see if anyone else is awake, Yugi�s still sleeping in case you�re wondering so see ya downstairs!� Without waiting for a reply he more or less high-tailed it down the grand staircase, nearly tripping over the thick carpeting but managed to catch himself before he could break his neck. Yami could only watch him with a slightly puzzled look but pushed it aside for now he had to see how Yugi was doing.

�I hope he�s feeling better, last night he looked ill.� Coming up to the door he slowly turned the knob and entered the darken room and let the door close behind him. He couldn�t see much of anything so cautiously he made his way to the bed, pulling aside the heavy curtains that hung on the large bed�s railings but what he say drew his breath away.

His little light was still sleeping alright, curled up on his side in the middle of the bed and looking so innocent it was still hard not to think of him as a young boy that he first met him all those years ago. The soft sheets were wrapped around his legs, cling to the soft curves he had even with his lithe build, and also showing that he was wearing no clothing what so ever. One of his hands was resting near his face, fingers curled lightly as his golden bangs fell into his closed eyes. Yami couldn�t help but carefully sits on the edge of the bed and lightly brushed the hair away.

�So soft�� he thought to himself as he ran his fingertips through the soft, tri-colored strands. Leaning closer he gently traced his delicate features, loving the feel of the soft skin and brushed them over the soft pink lips. He quickly pulled back as if he was burned when the young man stirred and rolled onto his back. Now one of his arms lay overhead with the other resting over his stomach, the sheets tightening around his hips so they exposed more of his young body. Yami fought back the sudden rush of blood but could do nothing as it seemed to be focused down into his pants. �I-I�ll just wake him up then we can go home. Simple.� But it wasn�t all that simple.

Slowly he reached up, resting his hand on his light�s arm and shook him a bit but it did nothing. �Yugi, it�s time to get up,� he said softly, moving so he was more or less sitting next to him and shook him a bit harder. �C�mon Yug.�

�Mm tired�� he murmured sleepily and reached out, surprising Yami with his unexpected strength as he pulled him down on top of him. A small smile came to his lips as he moved his arms to wrap around his darker half�s neck then slipped further into sleep.

Yami was frozen right where he was, trying his damn best to get off but he couldn�t unlesgi lgi let him go. He sighed and slowly leaned down, reaching up with a hand try and get him to release the vice grip on his jacket but tensed when he felt the feather-like caress fluttering along his jaw line. He knew what it was alright but he couldn�t look, hell he couldn�t move that much either! �Yugi-mph!� he turned his head to say but ruby colored eyes widen in surprised when those same pink lips pressed against his own.

This felt so good he didn�t dare open his eyes just yet, believing if he did this dream would just fade away and leaving him aching. He moaned softly at the cct act and slowly deepened the kiss, trying to coax his fantasy to cooperate just this once. A whimpered escaped as he clung tighter, feeling the one above him shift his body but didn�t want to let go. He didn�t want to be alone.

It literally tore at his heart to hear such a pitiful sound coming from his other half that he softly wrapped his arm around his slim waist, using his free hand to pin one of his light�s hands next to his head. �Oh Ra! He�s so pure�� he moaned into his mind, letting his eyes almost slip close as his lips glided over the soft ones. He growled very softly as he felt a tongue shyly slip into his mouth he smirked and let his own wrap around it. Yugi gasped and squeezed his hand tightly, a soft cry escaping the back of his throat as he kissed him harder, moving his head to grip the back of his neck and arched his hips up. The young pharaoh continued to kiss him deeply, shifting his body so a leather-clad thigh nestled between the slender ones and begin to rub against him.

A mix cry of surprise and pleasure escaped the heat kiss as the man on the bed pushed up against the one on top, trying desperately to relieve this burning ache between his legs he reached with his other hand down his own body to help but found it pinned to his side as well. No matter how hard he tried to fight free he couldn�t. All too soon he felt the warm, inviting lips leave his own and moaned in loss.

Yami was breathing a bit hard as he manage to force his lust for his little light back, slowly sitting up to look down at the moaning boy. �Gods give me patience, he prayed as he waited until Yugi went still and slowly sat at his side and tried once more to shake him awake. �Yugi wake up, it�s Yami,� he said loud enough for him to surely hear.

�Yami�� Dusky violet eyes slowly blinked opened before they settled on the ruby gaze. Slowly he looked around the room and pushed himself up on his elbows. �Where am I?�

�Kaiba�s mansion, more specifically in one of the guest rooms.�

�Oh yeah, the party.� He groaned as she slowly sat the rest of the way up, using his hands to rub the rest of the sleep from his eyes. �I don�t feel so good��

Yami could only smile sympathetically at him and gently rubbed his back in soothing circles. He regretted it as the feeling of the warm skin nearly made him want to tackle the young man but once more he fought it back. �Need anything?�

He could only sigh softly and leaned into his yami some before he realized that he wasn�t wearing anything. Blinking a few times he looked down at his body and blushed a deep crimson when his mind finally told him something very important. He quickly hide his hands in his lap, hoping to hide the sudden arousal that made itself known and began to study anything that came into his sight, as long as it wasn�t the spirit of the puzzle.

�W-Where are my clothes?� he asked, mentally hitting himself for the slight stutter.

�Let me look.� It took everything for Yami not to laugh as he slowly made his way off the bed and looked around. It didn�t take long for him to locate his light�s clothes as they were neatly folded atop the dresser. Gathering them up he went back to the bed and bit his tongue as he saw that Yugi was now holding a pillow over his lap in a death grip. �I�ll leave so you can change, alright?�

�Um sure thanks Yami,� was the only think he could say as he risked a look at him and smiled weakly. The smile was returned and once he was sure he was gone the young man could only let out a deep sigh of relief and fell back onto the pillows. �Great, he probably thinks something�s wrong with me,� he thought to himself as he slowly snaked his hand down to the painful ache and tried to relieve the tension from it. �But how can I possibly tell him?� All other thoughts rapidly fled his mind as he find the ache had doubled but left it alone and struggled into his clothes. But for the life of him he wasn�t sure why his thighs hurt so much. It took him a while to stand up straight before he trusted himself not to walk so funny.
Bakura slowly tilted his face up into the gently stream of water, letting his eyes close as his hands moved over the length of his body to rinse off the soap suds. The water felt so soothing against his pale skin he leaned against the tiled wall for a moment, ducking his head under the water to wet his hair and let his thoughts wander for a moment.

Last night was a blur. He remembered some of it though, he had spilt some punch in the kitchen and tried to clean it up but kept slipping, then telling Seto about it, being carried by him but then everything went blank. The next thing he knew was that he was having a great dream of being loved by a handsome person who touched him so carefully, as if afraid he would break. He felt his face flush as he remembered the way those same hands touched him everywhere and the way his lips felt as they roamed his body.

�But it felt so real, was it really just a dream?� he asked himself, closing his eyes as he rested his back against the opposite wall of the shower stall and let his hands drift downward until they came to stop between his legs. He knew he shouldn�t be doing this but he couldn�t help it. �Oh god�� he groaned softly, slowly wrapping his hand around his semi-hard erection as the water continue to beat down on his chest, filling the bathroom with steam so thinking he was safe he slowly pumped himself in a steady stroke, reaching with his other hand to rub at his chest and made soft whimpers that were drowned by the show of the showerhead. He never had any idea he was being watched though.

Seto was just coming in to grab his toothbrush he was just going in and out but the moment he entered the steam filled bathroom he caught himself looking at the reflection of a certain snow-haired angel that was taking a shower. He couldn�t help but be memorized by the way he moved, following the slender hand as it seemed to be doing something. He gripped the edge of the sink tightly as he realized what he was doing, that and he could barely hear the soft whimpers coming from him. It took almost everything he had not to open the shower door, push him against the wall, and take him like last night.

�Last night�� he groaned and closed his eyes tightly but it did nothing to stop the mental images as they played themselves through his mind over and over. He remembered it all alright, every caress, every moaned breathed, every kiss, everything, he could also see the perfect figure as he woke up to find him holding the young man tightly in his arms, one hand buried in the silky mass of snow-white hair and the other resting comfortable on a slender hip.

Growling deeply he took his toothbrush and closed the door but not before hearing a soft cry of release. Wishing it was him he grabbed some clothes and made his way to one of the other rooms. He needed to change and get ready for the day. That and he had to take care of some �unfinished� business but one thought stayed constantly on his mind as he slammed the door to an empty room behind him with a slam.

�This is going to be a long day.�
When the group finally made it downstairs for a late breakfast the only one who seemed chipper this morning was Mokuba and Malik who had made the food. But even then everyone was acting strangely: Tristen immediately moved to another seat when Yugi sat next to him without saying why and was staring at his plate intently; Joey was stuffing his face like no tomorrow but would occasionally look up at Yami then resume eating; Seto sat at the head of the table, reading the paper and bluntly ignoring everyone around him; Yami felt torn and he ate very little but was looking very thoughtful; Bakura was acting a bit nervous as he act and knocked his glass over twice already; Keith looked smug with Duke looking tired and maybe a bit lost; and Ryou was complaining about his hangover.

�I swear when I find out who did this I�ll do� something not nice!� he growled as he rested his elbows on the table and pressed the heel of his hands over his eyes hard.

�Geez someone is losing their touch,� Malik snickered and brushed off the glaring daggers from the tomb raider.

�Will you just do us all a favor and shut up? You aren�t eh only one with a hangover,� Seto growled behind his paper as he turned to the next page.

�Seto he�s our guest,� Mokuba said as he refilled his cup of coffee then rolled his eyes when he was ignored. �When you�re all finish I can have our limo driver drop you all off at home.�

�Great, I may sleep for a few more hours,� Duke said with a yawn as he ran a hand through his hair, pushing his bangs from his eyes and nodded to him. �Thanks for inviting me again.�

�Thanks for giving me the game Dungeon Dice Monsters, now you�ll have to teach me how to play,� he grinned back as he ate a piece of toast.

The rest of the meal passed in soft conversation and soon it was time to leave. Mokuba went to see his guests out, telling them he would stop at the game shop later and maybe they could have a duel or something. Seto got up but headed straight to his office but he watched from behind the curtains as the group piled into the stretch black limo, his ice blue gaze focused on Bakura as he laughed as Joey who was still complaining about not eating enough then he stopped and looked up. The young CEO looked down at him before letting the curtain fall and sat at his desk, turning on his computer to see his agenda for the day.

�Bakura get in already!� Ryou snapped at him as he shielded his slightly red eyes from the bright sunlight.

�Oh right, sorry.� Without another word he climbed inside. The young youth closed the door and waved to his friends as the limo drove off. He continued to watch even as the limo went through the iron gate he smiled ever so lightly to himself and shoved his hands in his packets before heading inside.

�So far, so good,� he thought to himself.
Next Episode: Prank Candles
Author�s Note: Okay someone pointed out that the good Bakura is called Ryou and the evil one is called Bakura. That�s true but in the original version of the show. IN the dubbed version the good one is called Bakura and the evil one is called Ryou. Or they don�t give him a name but I�m sticking with that.. Just to clear up any confusion suchsuch.
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