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Two Shots, Two Hits, Two Nights	By : vivarose Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2800 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Shit where is it?” Yami
was flinging items out of the closet in his and Yugi's bedroom.
“Yugi! Check the basement!” he yelled. What the fuck was
Kaiba thinking bringing the dying teen here? If Malik died here it
would be Yami's ass, they would find his crop of marijuana plants in
the basement and the crystal meth lab in the shed in the back yard.

“Which book is it Yami?”
Yugi called back from the stairs.

“My little black one! The medical
one!”

“I don't know where it is!”

“Yugi unless you want to do fifty
years in a federal prison then I strongly suggest you start looking!
Because that-” Yami tossed more clothes out of the closet. “Is
the sentence we are both facing if Malik gets here and dies!”
He heard an “eep!” from the stairs and knew Yugi was
looking for the book with renewed vigor. Where the fuck was it?

QQ QQ QQ

Seto looked at his
watch, they had three minutes until Malik was dead.

“Drive
faster!” he yelled at the driver, and looked back at Ryou who
was frantically trying to give Malik CPR. “Ryou stop! CPR won't
save him if he's having fucking seizures!” Ryou stopped and
let Malik's body flail against the leather of the seat.

“Ohmygodhe'sgonnadie!Ohmygodhe'sgonnadie!Ohmygodhe'sgonnadie!”
Ryou began crying. “We're gonna go to prison! I'll never get
into law school! I don't wanna go to prision-”

“Ryou kindly
SHUT UP!” Seto yelled at the top of his lungs, and the albino
fell silent but tears were welling up in the younger boy's eyes.

“Sir we're
here.”

“Good, we'll
be back in ten minutes.” With Malik alive or in a body bag,
Seto thought dryly, as he opened the limo door and began to pull the
unconscious Egyptian out. “Help me Ryou, he's heavy when he's a
dead weight!” Ryou complied grabbing Malik's feet and holding
him so Seto could get a better grip on the seizuring boy. Seto
readjusted his grip on Malik and ran to the door of the game shop.

Not pausing to
knock, he kicked the door in with one well place move and ran into
the shop.

“Yami!”
he yelled, Ryou coming back into game shop behind him and trying to
place the door back in its place.

“Now, what
the hell are you young whipper snappers doin-” Yugi's grandpa
came into the store from the back with a baseball bat in hand.

“Shut up old
man!” Seto snapped, yelling again. “YAMI!”

“Found it! I
found it!” Yami yelled running upstairs from the basement
covered in dirt and cobwebs. “Yugi get my suitcase!” he
called upstairs to the top floor as he flipped through the black
book. There was a 'thump' and Yugi appeared in the stairs dragging
the suitcase with him. Yami was frantically turning the thin paper of
the book and looking through it, as Yugi dragged the suitcase down
the stairs.

“Wait a
second! Is that boy going to die in the middle of my shop?”
Grandpa asked.

“Well
hopefully not,” Yugi said opening the suitcase to reveal all
the stolen syringes, pills and other such paraphernalia Yami had
stolen form the hospital.

“Ah here we
go!” Yami said, placing his finger on the page. “Quick
set him down, Grandpa get me a magic marker!”

“But isn't
that stolen-”

“Do you want
Malik to die in your shop? Do you want to have the cops crawling all
over this place? Do you want them to find your underage porn
collection? No, I didn't think so-” Yami began.

“Just get the
man a fucking magic marker!” Seto yelled at the top of his
lungs as Malik had graduated from small tremors to grand mal
seizures. Grandpa hurried off to the kitchen grumbling something
about young people being irresponsible.

“Yugi get me
a hundred cc's of adrenaline,” Yami said, cutting Malik's shirt
open with a pair of surgical scissors from the suitcase. Grandpa
returned with the magic marker, Yami took it and counted, with some
difficultly, from Malik's collar bone down on his left side, then
made a big dot with the marker on Malik's chest just above his fifth
rib.

“Okay now you
need to jump-start his heart because it in essence overloaded due to
the allergic reaction,” Yami handed the syringe to Seto.

“Me? You're
the fucking nurse!” Seto shoved the syringe back to Yami

“Fuck no I'm
not doing it!” Yami shoved the syringe. “Its really
simple you just stab it down, like you wanna kill him, into the
center of that spot and inject the adrenaline by depressing the
plunger.” Yami said, considering for a second, then added. “You
might wanna jab hard you need to go through his diaphragm.”

“What?!”
Seto yelled. “Oh now I'm defiantly not fucking doing it.”
The CEO crossed his arms over his chest.

“Oh fuck it
both of you!” Ryou said, grabbing the needle from Yami and
placing his hand on Malik's chest to steady himself, took aim and
stabbed down into Malik's chest. For a moment no one moved as Ryou
injected the adrenaline into Malik's body and then leaned back.
Nothing happened.

“Fuck!”
Ryou screamed, tears pouring down his face. “Fuck! He's dead!
He's fucking dead!”

Then Malik's eyes
snapped open and he jerked up into a sitting position, gasping for
breath, sweat running down his face.

“Maik you're
alive! You're alive!” Ryou cried.

“Oh shit,
there's a fucking needle in my chest!” The Egyptian screamed,
having noticed the medical instrument embedded in his chest. But his
astonishment at this minor fact was diverted as Ryou descended on him
from the right side, covering the tan boy in tears and kisses.

“Fuck that
was trippy,” Yami muttered, pulling out a pair of sterile
gloves and bandages to remove the needle.

QQ QQ QQ

“Promise me
you will never tell anyone about this,” Seto said as they
entered Kaiba Mansion.

“Do I look
like a retard?” the Egyptian countered. “If I were to
tell Marik I'd be in just as much trouble as you would be.”

“Oh.”

“I'm going to
sleep. Nearly dying really takes it out of you,” Malik
announced with a yawn, placing a kiss on Seto's cheek and began to
saunter up the stairs to one of the guest bedrooms.

“No more
drugs for Malik, ever,” Ryou said firmly to Seto and began to
walk to the kitchen silently fuming, leaving the CEO in his own
entrance way feeling rather hurt.

“Ryou,”
Seto almost whined, agitated at both of them. It wasn't Malik's fault
he didn't know he was allergic to cocaine, but Ryou didn't have any
reason to be mad at him...did he?

“Ryou, is
this because I didn't want to stab Malik in the chest with a five
inch syringe?” Seto asked following the albino into the kitchen
to find him sitting on the counter, stabbing the inside of an ice
cream carton with frustration as he tried to get the frozen dessert
out.

“Yes,”
came the white haired teen's angry reply.

“Would you
care to elaborate on that?” Seto leaned back against the
counter and stared at the shorter teen.

“Fine,”
Ryou said, giving up on the ice cream. “It was fucking cowardly
of you! He could've died! Mother fucking died! All because you were
too much of a pussy to stab the needle into his chest!” Ryou
jumped off the counter and faced Seto. “He would've died and it
would've been your fault! You gave him the fucking drugs! Even when
you knew that he had never had shit like that before! Pot is one
thing, you don't fucking die from pot, but fucking cocaine Seto!
Cocaine! That shit carries a forty year sentence!” Ryou shoved
the CEO. “I don't care if you do it, if you want to fuck
yourself up that's your own business. But I will not have you fucking
Malik up as well!” Then will all his strength, Ryou slapped
Seto across the face. That had been unexpected by the taller teen,
the yelling yes but the slap no, and as a result Seto stumbled side
ways a bit.

“I will not
lose him because you decide to give him harder drugs Seto! I will not
risk him to that!” Seto could only look at him in shock, a hand
the spot where Ryou had hit him.

“Ryou,”
Seto didn't know quite what to do. Moving slowly he tried to pull
Ryou close to him to hold the younger boy and comfort him, to
apologize of all things. But Ryou would have none of it and pushed
Seto away.

“Leave me
alone, I don't want to be anywhere near you right now.”

“Ryou, no,”
Seto wrapped his arms around the smaller boy's frame and received an
elbow in the ribs for his efforts, apparently Ryou had learned a few
things from Bakura. “Ryou,” Seto hissed not releasing his
grip. “Don't do this.”

“Leave me
alone!” Ryou yelled, he turned and began to pound on Seto's
chest with his fists, trying to pull away. Seto stood silently and
endured the punishment, and only Ryou had tired himself out and began
crying, he spoke,

“Ryou, I'm
sorry. I am. It was irresponsible of me.”

“Go away,”
Ryou whispered.

“No.”

What Ryou did next
was nearly as surprising as when he had slapped Seto, in fact it was
more so. He pushed Seto backwards, tripping him so they fell to the
floor, Ryou on top.

“Ow, that
hurt,” Seto grumbled, rubbing the back of his head.

“Did it now?”
Ryou hissed, pinning Seto down by his shoulders and kissing him
roughly. Seto's eyes flew open in shock. “Now Seto,” Ryou
hissed in his ear, breaking the kiss. “Just because I'm a
hikari, doesn't mean that I'm always an uke.”

Before Seto could
reply, Ryou had pinned his lips again in a kiss.
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