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Naughty and Nice	By : Rochelle Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5697 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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Notes: Sorry �bout the delay. Someone borrowed my playing deck and hasn�t given it back so I had to resort to using my tarot cards which is probably a really bad idea�

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Chapter Three

Thanks A lot

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Jou swallowed, trying to think of something he was �ashamed� of. He could only come up with one things but he was kind of afraid Bakura, who seemed to be the unofficial �ref�, would push it further than he was willing to admit to.
Finally he sighed.
�I�ve had a crush on someone for a while but I�m too afraid to admit it.�
Bakura didn�t miss the way Seto stiffened at the blond�s admission and smiled slightly to himself. Finally, it was getting interesting. He hadn�t lied when he told Seto this was more about him getting Ryou into his bed than anything else, but that didn�t mean he couldn�t help out the brunette in the process. He kind of liked the former-priest. He was a lot more interesting than most mortals were.
�And you didn�t tell me?� Honda demanded, arching an eyebrow. �Who is it?�
Jou went bright red and opened his mouth to respond but Bakura cut him off with a snarl. He didn�t want the game to come to an end so soon. He may have liked Seto, but that didn�t mean he could have a little fun at his expense by drawing this out for a few more rounds.
�None of your fucking business. Jou made his confession, time to move on.�
Honda stared at Bakura wide-eyed. And he wasn�t the only one. Ryou was gazing at his dark with a slightly bewildered half-smiled and the thief knew that things were, without a doubt, going his way. Jou blinked at him, looking confused, before reaching for a card. He blinked at it slowly, a grin quirking his lips, then slapped it on the ground.
Unfortunately Jou tended to be very�readable and before he could manage to bring his hand up to smack his head everyone else had already done it.
He stared, dumbfounded. �No way!�
�Sorry boy.� Bakura didn�t look the least bit apologetic and motioned for the dice to be handed over to Jou. �Roll �em.�
Jou rolled them, shaking his head the entire time. They came up two and two. The shots were lined up and he managed to get them all down quickly and easily without choking. His eyes were water when he done and he reached up to brush the tears away.
�Shit.� He looked over at Honda. �How the hell did you manage that?�
�Skills man, skills.� Honda�s smile was faint but it was there. Otogi smirked.
�Skills and alcoholism are not the same thing.�
�Matter of opinion.� Honda stuck and was rewarded with a raised eyebrow from the green-eyed man.
�Don�t show that unless you plan to use it.� Honda�s tongue vanished back into his mouth as soon as the words left Otogi�s lips. Someone chuckled but Honda was too busy trying to keep himself from blushing.
Shit. He couldn�t help but wish the older man meant it and wasn�t just teasing him. It just wasn�t fair.
�Your turn hikari.� Bakura said with a wink at his light. Color rose to Ryou�s cheeks as he drew his card and studied it, nose wrinkling in thought. It took a serious display of willpower for Bakura to not just pounce the innocent looking figure.
So cute.
Finally he put down the jack of clubs. �European Authors. Lewis Carroll.�
Bakura blinked. Europe� He could only think of one and was seriously considering taking a drink instead. But, in all honesty, he�d never been one to throw a game. Unless Ryou�s life was at stake and that was a different matter entirely.
�J.K. Rowling.� There was a moment of silence. Even Seto was staring at him like he�d lost his mind. He just glared around the circle, almost daring someone to say something. No one did.
�Chaucer.� This came from, of course, Seto. Everyone else just rolled their eyes.
�� Once again Honda looked completely oblivious. Last time had been deliberate, this time he was just clueless. The only things he really read were magazines and instruction books. He groaned and held out his hand for the die. �I hate you Ryou.�
The albino just smiled serenely. Honda rolled a four and a three and pinched the bridge of his nose before indicating that Bakura should go ahead with his turn. This was going to take a minute or two.
Bakura smirked and drew then frowned. He showed the five of clubs then grabbed his already opened beer. He shook it, considering how much was inside, and then knocked the whole thing back. He could feel eyes on him as the drained the just shy of half full bottle in four gulps then reached behind him for the box of beer.
He unscrewed the top and took another drink, delighting in the warm feeling spreading throughout his body, then set it down. Honda finished his last shot as just about the same moment that he did which meant it was now Seto�s turn. The CEO�s eyes were guarded as he looked at the card in his hand before sighing and unfolding his long legs to stand. He walked over to one of the tables at the end of the couch and withdrew a pad of paper and a handful of pens.
Bakura picked up the card he�d left of the ground and grinned.
�Ace of Spades.� This could be fun. �Everyone has to vote on who Seto will get to play this one with. Take a piece of paper and a pen, write a name, fold it up, and pass them towards me.�
Everyone did as told. Bakura couldn�t help but notice the color rising to Jou�s cheeks as he scribbled on his piece of paper. The blond seemed to hesitate for a moment, gnawing on his bottom lip, before folding it and leaning over to hand it directly to Bakura.
God he loved this game. Well�he would have loved it if Ryou didn�t appear to be so damn good at it. He hadn�t taken a drink or done anything overly embarrassing yet. His knowledge of cock rings aside of course.
Soon he had all the votes in and began to unfold them.
�One for Jou. One for Yami.� Both Yami and Seto scowled, mostly at each other. �Two for Jou. Three for Jou. Four for Jou. Wow kid, you�re popular.�
�Yay.� Jou�s voice was weak at best. He rubbed his suddenly sweaty palms over the front of his pants. He�d voted for himself of course but�God, he hadn�t really thought it was going to work out in his favor. This was a bad idea. Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit.
�One for me. Funny Ryou.� The albino�s smile was nothing short of angelic.
�I thought this was anonymous.� Honda said, frowning slightly.
Ryou laughed softly. �I put my name on the bottom so it�s far from anonymous.�
�Trust me hair-boy, I know the rules to my own damn game.� Bakura all but growled before opening the next vote. �Five for Jou. That�s enough for a win.� He crumbled up the rest and tossed them over his shoulder. Undoubtedly Seto had people to come around and get them up later. �Now it�s time for you to roll.�
Seto, who had already gathered up the dice at this point, nodded and threw the first one into the center of the circle. It bounced off of the cards, rolled twice and landed on four, which meant Nibble. Seto wasn�t sure what to think of that. He had to nibble at some part of Jou�s body.
Why was he playing this game again? He threw the second die, afraid to look as it bounced and rolled. He knew when it stopped because Bakura�s throaty chuckle cut through the sudden silence of the room. There was a beat and then a slightly �panicked� whimper from what had to be Jou.
�Who has a watch?� Bakura�s voice again. Someone must have come up with one because the thief nudged Seto in the ribs. �For exactly two minutes Priest, you must do what the dice have decided and you, Jou, can�t touch him, speak to him, or in anyway influence the way things go. Any questions?�
Jou, who was the color of an overripe tomato, shook his head no. Seto just glowered at Bakura before motioning Jou towards him. For a second he thought the blond was going to refuse, or perhaps pass out, but it didn�t happen. Jou swallowed thickly and crawled over to him. Seto took the blond by arm and soon had a lap full of squirming Jou.
A quick glance as the other dice revealed a three. Neck. He had to nibble at Jou�s neck. For two minutes. In front of everyone. And risk wood and potential embarrassment.
Oh well. For all he knew this was going to be the only time he got his hands on the blond. Jou was staring at him with wide amber eyes and he found that the moment he looked into those eyes he couldn�t have refused even if he wanted to.
He tilted Jou�s head to the side slightly then blew over the younger man�s neck, enjoying the soft gasp and tensing of Jou�s body. He was going to make this good.
He ran his tongue over the part when the blond�s neck met his shoulder lightly, tasting salt and smelling the faint scent of soap and spicy aftershave.
Jou wasn�t quite sure what to think when Seto�s lips finally met his neck, kissing softly. He clenched his hands tighter, cutting into the flesh of his hands. He was torn between the urge to run as far away as possible, sink into Seto�s arms and just go with it, and ask how much longer he was going to have to do this.
Another light kiss, almost teasing him, then another lick. And then, seemingly out of nowhere, teeth pressed against his skin. He gasped; hands about to fly out to�he didn�t even know what to do, but something. However a hand grabbed his wrists and held him fast. The pressure of the teeth increased for a moment, making his skin tingle. Then they were gone again, replaced by lips and soft sucking and god it felt good. He bit his lower lip to hold back a groan.
Because that would be embarrassing. Not as embarrassing as the fact he was getting a hard on, but damn close to it. He licked his lips. This was without a doubt the most�pleasing thing he could recall ever having done to his neck.
He�d had sex before and he wasn�t completely foreign to the idea of foreplay or anything of that nature�he�d just never slept with anyone interested in such things. This was, without a doubt, a nice change.
Had he mentioned how good this felt? He felt like he was going to melt into a pile of useless Jou colored goo any moment now and he couldn�t for the life of him decide if that was a bad thing or not.
�Time.� Bakura�s voice cut through his haze and he couldn�t help but crack open an eye to glare at the spirit, who just smiled and winked at him.
That made Jou return to full awareness very quickly. Was Bakura aware of how much he�d liked that? Did he know something? Because, really, the thief was being abnormally nice and it was�both pleasant and scary. Then again he wasn�t being outrageously nice, just nice within the parameters of the game�nothing really suspicious about that.
Except that Bakura was an infamous cheater.
�You should get up now pup.� Seto�s voice was in his ear, low and gravelly and he found he couldn�t hold back a soft moan. �Unless�you�re more comfortable in my lap. I�m not complaining.�
Seto couldn�t help but chuckle as Jou shot back into his place between Ryou and Yugi as if he�d been burned. He would have been offended except he had felt how much Jou liked it. Suddenly this game was picking up.
The only down side was that he was going to owe Bakura for this later on.
Honda drew, eyes almost guarded, half expecting to be told he had to drink again. Ah, but no! Success. �How do we play the question game?� He flashed the queen of clubs as he spoke.
Otogi just smiled at him. �How do you play any kind of game?�
�How did we get talked into this game anyway?� Malik said almost musingly.
�Do all these questions have to be about the game?� Marik asked, frowning. Bakura offered a slight nod in response.
�Is this game fun yet?� Yami asked with a smirk.
�Are you always this cranky?� Yugi frowned at his lover. Yami coughed while turning pink.
Jou looked as if he was scrambling to pull brain cells together. Bakura smiled over at Seto who seemed to be smirking at his handiwork. That must have been some kiss.
�Would you believe I can�t think of anything?� Jou beamed. Honesty was fantastic.
Ryou giggled. �Jou I don�t think-�
�Ah!� Bakura�s smile turned feral. �You lose hikari. Roll the dice.�
Ryou�s mouth opened as if to protest. Then shut again. Finally he sighed and took the dice, which Seto held out to him, then rolled. A two and a three. He only smiled ruefully as Bakura poured his shots. He was just glad he�d eaten before this, because alcohol on an empty stomach did terrible things to him.
He drank them down easily enough, though he had to take a pause between four and five because of a sudden coughing fit caused by the burning liquid on it�s way down his throat. Then, glad that was over, he leaned back against the couch and blinked.
He was used to Bakura�s �games� by now, usually played with him, Malik, and Marik, so he could hold his liquor okay.
Unfortunately for him Bakura was aware of this and had plans for him.
Otogi drew next and his brow furrowed. �King of diamonds.�
Bakura smiled. �Make someone else lose an article of clothing.�
Otogi�s eyes gained an almost evil gleam before he looked sideways at Honda. �How about�you lose the shirt?�
Honda blushed faintly as he unbuttoned the gray button down shirt he�d been wearing and slid it down his arms, revealing a simple white t-shirt underneath. He held it out to Otogi who grabbed it with a smile that was almost�lecherous. Bakura shook his head some. This game was proving to be helpful for more than just Seto and himself.
Malik reached for a card and Bakura knew the moment his face split into a grin that he must not have stacked the deck carefully enough. Malik had gotten a red card above six. Bakura�s dread only grew when Malik showed the seven of diamonds.
�My secret fantasy is��

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I know, I know, I�m evil. Next chapter won�t be the �game� exactly, but rather Malik�s secret fantasy. Here�s a hint: Its YM/B/M/R. Ahh�admit it folks, you love Malik�s pervy little mind. Heh.
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