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Interchangeable	By : TMD Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4004 -:- 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 throughout this fic.

Chapter 5 - Preparations and Sex

“Ryou, grab a basket,” Bakura barked at the other as he strode through the glass doors of the large-chain liquor store.

Ryou’s eyes went from Bakura’s back to the row of shopping carts next to the front door, “Do we really need-”

“Yes!” Bakura snipped, walking down the first aisle as he rolled his eyes, “Just fucking do what I tell you.”

Ryou pulled a shopping cart from its place and followed after Bakura, “You don’t have to be such an asshole, you know.”

Bakura ignored him as he reached to the top shelf and grabbed a few bottles of premium tequila. He put the liquor in the shopping cart that Ryou rolled behind him. After he was satisfied that was enough Tequila, he moved on to the next aisle. Ryou just followed silently behind him.

After Bakura had put in the cart what seemed like 10 different types of liquor, Ryou looked over at the spirit, “Dear God, you really need this much liquor? For one night? You and Marik will die of alcohol poisoning.”

Bakura laughed, “Who do you think you’re talking to? We’ll be fine. And it’s not gonna be just Marik and me. There will be other people. It is a party after all.”

“It’s a party every night with you idiots,” Ryou muttered as he pushed the cart down the wine aisle.

The thief smirked, but said nothing. Instead he turned the opposite way and headed to the coolers of beer. After gathering his picks, he went back to Ryou and the shopping cart. After loading the beer into the basket, he noticed Ryou had added two bottles of wine to the collection.

“That’s all you want?” Bakura asked, motioning to the wine.

Ryou nodded, “Yes, that’s all I want. Some of us don’t drink from morning to night, therefore, are good after a couple of glasses of wine.”

“I hate wine,” Bakura said, leading them to the cash register, “Pussies drink wine. Like Malik.”

“And me,” Ryou glared at the other, “Ass.”

“Ah, two peas in a pod,” Bakura chuckled, placing the large amount of liquor on the counter, “I’m surprised you two don’t hang out as much.”

“Who has time?” Ryou sighed, handing Bakura bottle after bottle, “Some of us have to make a living.”

“You make time for that fuckwad pharaoh,” Bakura snapped, looking Ryou with a red-eyed glare, “That asshole is why we have to do this.”

Ryou let out a giggle and smiled at Bakura, “You have to admit, it is pretty funny.”

“Fuck off,” Bakura growled. The cashier looked at Bakura with wide eyes at the retort. Bakura glared back demonically, “You have a problem?”

The cashier shook his head quickly.

“That’s what I thought,” Bakura commented, handing a wad of cash over, “Now give me my shit so I can get the fuck outta here.”

The cashier quickly bagged everything and put it in the shopping cart. He handed Bakura the change and the spirit turned and headed to the door.

Ryou looked at the cashier and smiled, “Sorry. Don’t mind him, he’s just an asshole.”

“Let’s go, Ryou!” Bakura called loudly from the exit of the store.

“Sorry again, and thank you,” Ryou said as he proceeded to the exit.

-*-*-*-*-

“Rohypnol.”

“Roofies?” Yugi blinked at crimson eyes, “Seriously?”

“It’s the only thing I can think of,” responded Yami, throwing his hands in the air, frustrated with his situation. He could not explain how he felt. He could not even believe what he felt.

“One, I’m pretty sure that this is not a good idea,” Yugi started holding up one finger, “Two, how do you even know that would work on him? And three, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“What?”

“Do you realize that you are- no- we are sitting here plotting how you are going to rape Bakura,” Yugi exclaimed as threw his hands up in the air.

“Well, when you say it like that…”

“You are as demented as Bakura,” Yugi shook his head, “So, are you saying that you don’t want him to remember it?”

Yami blinked at the smaller man, then looked to the floor, sighing, “I have no idea what I want.”

Yugi nodded his head, “That’s for sure. Look, you do what you want, but when Bakura either remembers or finds out and murders you, I can’t help you.”

The former pharaoh stared at him, blinking.

“Do you even know where to get roofies?” Yugi questioned.

Yami blinked at him again, silent, then shook his head.

Yugi laughed, “Well…. The only person I can think of who would even know where to look is Bakura. And you can’t exactly ask him. So, you might just be fucked.”

-*-*-*-*-

Ryou shifted the car into park and turned off the engine. Bakura already had the door open and was hopping out, heading to the trunk. The younger man sighed and opened his door and pulled the keys from the ignition. He thought of taking a couple of days off for the madness that was his life, rather Bakura’s life taking over his, and he shook his head.

“Hurry up,” Bakura snapped, lighting a cigarette.

“You know, you should be thanking me,” Ryou said as he unlocked and opened the trunk.

Bakura snorted, reaching for bags, “What for?”

“I took time off of work to let you throw this stupid party to prove to the one person you hate most that we’re together,” Ryou paused a moment as he reached into the trunk to grab more bags, then continued, “Come to think of it, this is an awful lot of effort put into just one person.”

“It’s not just for one person, there are benefits for different parties. It’s like taking out two birds with one stone,” Bakura said, heading to the front door and kicking it open, “Besides I will be making some money later tonight.”

“Making money?” Ryou mimicked, following the spirit to the kitchen, “You are not doing drug deals in this house, Bakura.”

“Oh, come on, hikari,” Bakura almost whined, taking bottles out of bags and setting them in groups on the dining table, “It’ll just be weed and some pills. And maybe an extra party favor, but that’s only for us.”

“Hell no,” Ryou shook his head, opening the freezer and filling it with bottles, “I live here too, and I don’t need you pissing off some crazy crackhead in my house.”

“Weed and pills, not crack,” Bakura retorted, stooping down to a base cabinet and filling it with duplicates of liquor bottles he had bought, and maybe a couple he stole.

“I said no,” Ryou replied, giving Bakura a stern look.

Bakura cocked his head and smirked at the other, “I’ll make you a deal, hikari.”

Ryou’s eyes narrowed, “ I don’t care about what you have to offer. No drug deals in this house tonight.”

“You don’t even want to hear what I have to say?” Bakura said, suggestively.

Ryou rolled his eyes and turned back around to the freezer and put the rest of the liquor inside, “I think I have a pretty good idea what you have in mind.”

“Oh, yeah,” the deep voice made Ryou shiver, Bakura behind the other now, whispering into his ear, “Fuck me and we have a deal. Right now.”

Ryou turned around, face to face with the thief, staring into dark eyes so much like his own. He stared unblinking at the other, silent. Bakura shifted forward and caught Ryou’s lips in his own, pushing the younger man up against the fridge, covering the smaller body with his own. Ryou just went with it, thinking to himself, “Meh. What the hell?”

Bakura pulled away from Ryou’s mouth to move to his neck. He quickly yanked off the t-shirt to reveal Ryou’s pale chest. The spirit moved from the neck to his chest and abs while Ryou was practically jello under his touch. Bakura continued his way down and undid the man’s belt and zipper, pulling the jeans down with force.

Bakura stared at Ryou’s hardening member for a moment before swallowing it whole in one quick motion, causing Ryou to gasp. The thief bobbed up and down as Ryou’s head fell back with his eyes closed, a low moan escaping his lips.

Just as suddenly as he had started, Bakura released Ryou from his mouth and yanked him to the floor by his wrists. Ryou went willingly and allowed Bakura to position himself above him, pushing his legs apart. Ryou looked down to realize that somewhere along the way, Bakura had discarded his pants and was positioning himself at Ryou’s entrance. Ryou opened his lips to say something, but quickly grunted instead as Bakura pushed into him.

Grunts turned into moans as Bakura quickened his thrusts. The thief’s heart beat so fast, he thought it might burst from his chest. He ignored it and continued his rhythm, pounding into the younger man under him.

Ryou cried out and released between the two of them. Bakura held out for a couple of pumps until he followed with a grunt. Both collapsed in a messy, sweaty pile on the kitchen floor, trying to catch their breath.

“No drug deals,” Ryou finally managed to get out.

Bakura sat up on his elbows and looked down at Ryou.

“Fine,” he laughed, looking into the other’s eyes.

Ryou stared back. They were locked into each other’s deep gaze when Bakura’s cell phone started ringing in his discarded pants across the room. Both looked over to the pants.

Bakura pushed himself up and, without thinking about it, held out a hand to help Ryou to his feet. Ryou hesitated a moment, then grabbed the spirit’s hand and let himself be hoisted up. Ryou watched the other as he dug in the pants pocket and pulled out his phone.

Bakura put the phone to his ear, “Yeah?”

Ryou turned and grabbed his pants off of the floor in front of the refrigerator. He slipped into them and looked back over at Bakura. The thief was putting on his pants, then put the phone back into his pocket.

“I gotta go,” Bakura said, zipping up and buttoning his pants,, “I’ll be back tonight.” At that, he was out of the kitchen and out the front door.

Ryou stared at the floor where they laid moments before and blinked. After a minute, he shook his head, sighing. He turned to the cabinet under the sink and grabbed some cleaner and a rag. After cleaning their mess up, Ryou exited the kitchen and went up the stairs to shower and finish preparing for the night ahead.

-*-*-*-*-*-

Marik sat on his couch with a joint in hand, staring at the television with a blank expression. Yet again, he was waiting on Malik to get ready. He never could understand why it took him what seemed like forever to get ready for anything. Marik’s idea of getting ready was showering and dressing. That’s it. It took the spirit about 10 minutes total. Malik took more like three hours.

Marik glanced at the clock then down the hallway toward their shared bedroom, calling out, “Malik? How much fucking longer?”

“Shut up,” Malik said, coming through the bedroom and down the hallway, “Let’s go.”

“Finally!” Marik said exasperatedly, standing up.

Malik shot a glare at the other, then asked, “Are we picking up beer?”

“No, Bakura’s got it covered,” Marik replied, grabbing a baggie full of green and some rolling papers.

Marik followed Malik to the door and slammed it shut behind them, stopping only to lock it, then bouncing down the stairs. Both made their way to Malik’s motorcycle, and hopped on, Marik as driver. The blonde grinned and started the bike.

They sped down the roads at high speeds, Malik hanging on for dear life the whole way to the Bakura household. They slowed as they approached the house.

“Well, it looks like there are already people here,” Marik said, looking at the vehicles in the driveway and at the curb, “This should be fun.”

Malik rolled his eyes and stepped off of the bike onto the sidewalk where Marik had parked it.

Marik headed to the front door and opened it and let himself into the house. He didn’t need to knock. He was practically fucking family. Or so, he thought. He made his way into the living room and scanned it, recognizing a few faces. Silver hair in the kitchen caught his eye and he headed toward it.

Once in the kitchen, Marik realized it was Ryou and not Bakura, “Hey, where’s Bakura?”

“I don’t know,” Ryou replied coldly, “He said he had to go and left.”

“What? That little…” Marik pulled out his phone and stepped into the backyard.

Malik looked around the kitchen. Ryou, Yugi, Yami, and Honda were all in the room. Aside from Ryou, Malik couldn’t stand the lot in the room, but walked up to Ryou.

“So, how’s it going? I see Bakura all the time, but hardly ever you,” Malik said, looking at the other.

Ryou smiled, “And vice-versa on my side. It’s been hectic at work. So, I decided to take a few days off to…. Spend some time with Bakura and relax.”

Yami’s ears perked at the comment. Why would Ryou want to spend time with Bakura? He thought Bakura annoyed the shit out of Ryou for the most part. He kept his mouth closed and listened to the pale man speak.

“I only have a small window where I am actually able to take some days,” Ryou was going on, “It’s about to get very busy.”

“Huh, I would agree with you,” Malik replied, “But I don’t really work that hard so….”

Yami snickered at the young Egyptian, shaking his head.

“No one was talking to you, pharaoh,” Malik shot a glare Yami’s way.

A loud slam of the front door was heard throughout the house. Everyone watched as Bakura went through the living room, carrying a duffle bag. He ascended the stairs and disappeared down the hall.

Ryou was up the stairs right behind the thief, “Bakura, I need to ask you something.”

Bakura ignored him and went into his bedroom, Ryou following closely behind, shutting the door behind them. Bakura tossed the bag onto the floor and sat down on the bed.

Before Ryou could open his mouth to speak, Bakura beat him to it, smirking, “What? Didn’t get enough earlier? Want to go for another fuck?”

“Ha, fuck you,” Ryou mocked, then became serious, “What the hell is in that bag?”

“Oh, chill out, little light,” Bakura rolled his eyes as he pulled off his jacket, “It’s part of next week’s delivery. Though, I did pick up something for you and me tonight.”

Ryou eyed the bag suspiciously, then squinted his eyes at Bakura, “You better not be lying to me about making deals in this house tonight. Or ever for that matter.”

“Oh, fuck off, Ryou,” Bakura snapped, “You couldn’t do anything about it even if I did.”

Ryou pounced onto the other at that statement, holding him down to the mattress. Bakura chuckled as he looked up at his fiery light as the smaller man held his wrists to mattress preventing him from pushing the other off. Bakura bucked at the hips, but it was no use, Ryou in a turn of events, had him pinned firmly down.

“Why you little shit,” Bakura couldn’t help but to chuckle, continuing in vain bucking his hips to try to get out of Ryou’s grasp, “I don’t know what fire has gotten inside you the last few weeks, but I think I like it.”

Ryou paused when he felt Bakura’s erection growing underneath his thigh. Ryou let go and sat up, “Goddamn, yami, we are not having sex with all those people down stairs!”

Bakura took advantage of his freedom and moved in a flash so that he was now holding Ryou down to the mattress, completely reversing their roles, “I don’t think you have a choice. Plus, that’s all it would take to convince everyone we’re an actual couple.”

Ryou stopped struggling and groaned, “I hate you. Fuck you.”

“And fuck me, you shall,” Bakura grinned, then smashed his lips to Ryou’s in a passionate kiss. He pulled back and flipped Ryou over, growling out, “And fucking loud!”

Ryou could not stop the cry from his lips as Bakura slammed into him with full force. Ryou buried his face into the sheets, trying to hush the sounds escaping his mouth. He was pissed, but so turned on at the same time. He didn’t know what to do other than to just lay there and take it. It was like Bakura had absolutely no regard for him at all. He was just fucking the man under him for himself, with no care about the other.

After a moment, Bakura finished and pulled himself out of Ryou and leaned back on his feet, legs tucked under himself. Ryou turned over and used one of his feet to push Bakura back down to him, then he shoved the thief’s face to his erection, “Suck it. You’re going to humiliate me in front of my friends, you’re at least gonna get me off in the process.”

Bakura smirked up at Ryou and obliged.

-*-*-*-*-*-

Everyone looked up when a door was slammed upstairs. Footsteps were heard down the hall, then Bakura appeared at the top of the stairs, “Well, motherfuckers, I just got laid and I feel great. Let’s fucking party! Who wants a shot?”

Marik waved his hand in the air, “I do! I do!”

“Alright, whoever wants one, follow me to the kitchen,” Bakura called, heading down the stairs and to the refrigerator.

A group started to gather in the kitchen, but it didn’t distract everyone from Ryou trying to sneak back into the room without being noticed. At which, he failed miserably. As soon as he came to the top of the stairs, “woops” and “hollers” were called out among everyone. Ryou’s cheeks burned red as he made his way downstairs, wanting to die. He would get his counterpart back for this.

Yami still sat at the dining room table, eyeballing Bakura pouring shots. He turned his head to see Yugi staring flatly at him. The smaller man simply stood up and went into the other room. Yami looked back at the slender and pale hands pouring shot glass after shot glass.

Suddenly Ryou appeared at Bakura’s side, grabbing up one of the full shot glasses. He looked at Bakura and held the glass out, “Cheers, yami.”

“Cheers, hikari,” Bakura chuckled when Ryou leaned in for a peck on the lips as he clinked the glasses.

Yami watched as they took the shots together confused. So confused.

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