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Some Kind of Monster	By : KimyouTeki Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2440 -:- 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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KimyouTeki: Thanks for reviewing, Crimson2006! Sorry to hear/read that you're sick. Hope you get well soon!
Crimson2006: "Ryou doesn't seem to want a relationship with Bakura, at least not a sexual one... I do hope that changes, though."
Bakura: (sigh) From your keyboard to Zorc's ear.
Ryou: Huh? What are you people talking about?
Bakura: NOTHING!!! (runs off)
Crimson2006: "So, wow... Jou's a genius then!!!"
KT: Yeah, I'm having fun going the Bizarro route, and Jouno's always made out to be a lunkhead in the anime and in most fanfics. Poor guy.

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Before you judge me, take a look at you
Can't you find something better to do?
Point the finger, slow to understand
Arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand
Burn your bridges and build them back with wealth
Judge not lest ye be judged yourself

Holier than Thou

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It was a hot night in Tokyo's club district. Although the sidewalk was fifteen feet wide, Bakura had trouble weaving his way through the crowd. He pushed past rich kids using their helios and crickets, and clownishly adorned club kids, all waiting to get into ZeppTokyo Clubhouse. His mouth was dry, his throat tight, but it was not the heat, the crowd, or the noise. It was that he'd just caught sight of two Egyptian bishies.
Malik and Mariku ran right up to him, shoving strangers aside hard enough to knock them on their asses. "Bakura! Hey!"
For a second, Bakura thought Malik was going to pounce and wrap him in a big bear hug, and recoiled in anticipation of wakening all the bruises on his body. This sudden motion sent brief ripples of pain throughout his bruised areas, and he shuddered inwardly.
However, the two Egyptians stopped before him, beaming. Travel must've been good for them, thought Bakura.
"It's been so long!" said Malik. "I've missed you quite a bit, Bakura."
Mariku winked at Bakura, smiling his craggy-toothed smile. "How have things been in our absence?"
Bakura shrugged.
"Hey", said Malik, "N.G. should be onstage in, like, an hour or so. We got you a ticket."
Bakura blinked at him for a few long seconds, his brow creased.
"You're welcome", Malik said cheerily.

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Jouno was walking home with a spring in his step, humming a cheery tune. He'd gone to the hautiest restaurant in the city and treated himself to sushi, at a grand table in a decadent dining hall filled with pop icons. He couldn't believe how good it felt to not have to check your wallet and count all your change before deciding what to order. He'd also tipped everyone very generously, which made them all alot friendlier. Smiles all around tonight.
I understand now why people chase wealth. I guess I'll really have to work it if I wanna keep this job.
He would be starting his new job the next day, so now, he needed to go home and rest up.
But I wish I was not going alone.
He thought of hiring a prostitute, but with thoughts of prostitutes came concerns about catching disease. Even if he wore a condom, he could still get crabs or lice.
"Yecch."
Besides, he wasn't in the mood for a woman. He was bisexual, and tonight he wished he could dominate a man.
How cool would that be... to throw a hot guy down and ram it in so hard and fast, make him scream like a little bitch...!
He became aroused. Seeing as how he was walking down a busy sidewalk in Domino City's ritziest district, the timing could not have been worse.
"Ooh..." he gasped softly, walking slower now.
He found a bench and sat down. He leaned back and rested his doggy bag on his lap so no one would see.
A small, sweet voice: "Joey!"
He looked up, thinking that it sounded like Serenity. When he saw who it actually was, his mouth fell open and sweat popped out all over his face.
A small, fresh face with a big smile, a mop of shaggy dark hair, and two bright eyes the color of smoke.
"What in the world are you doing here, Mokuba?"
"Big Brother is having a business dinner at this restaurant. I got bored, so I thought I'd take a walk."
Jouno looked closer at the crowd and saw that they were not casual passers-by, but high society types decked out in tuxedos and cocktail dresses waiting to get into the restaurant.
"Man, Joey, I never thought I'd run into you in this part of town, of all places." He chuckled, then sweatdropped. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by that."
"It's okay, Mokie, don't worry about it."
He hopped up onto the bench, seating himself right next to Jouno. He smiled at the blonde, making him sweatdrop.
"Uh... What is it, Mokuba?" He jolted when he heard a beep.
"Oh", said Mokuba, "that's me." He brought a walkie-talkie phone out of his coat pocket.
Kaiba's voice: "This is going to take longer than I thought, Mokie. Go ahead and take the Rolls home."
"Okay, Seto."
Mokuba smiled at Joey. "Why don't you come with me, Joey?"
Jouno twitched. Me... and him... alone in that opulent, romantic mansion setting...
"... Joey? Are you alright?"
"Uh..."
"Come on, Joey, I'll let you play the new game Big Brother's working on."
"New game?" Kaiba Corp industrial secrets?
He stood up, his problem gone. "Sweet. Let's go."

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After the concert, Malik and Mariku took Bakura backstage to meet the band.
If Ryou or the Pharaoh had happened to see Bakura that night, they would've been shocked to see the smile on his face, and hear him laughing a joyous (if somewhat pained) laugh. Though they weren't around, Malik and Mariku were shocked enough for them.
When the two Egyptians invited Bakura to accompany them to their house for a nightcap, he said yes.
Malik was the one to unlock the door and go in first.
"Whoo! Home sweet home! I actually missed this place."
"Hurry up," growled Mariku, "turn on the air conditioning. It's boiling in here."
"Hey, Bakura, what do you want to drink?"
"Anything's fine. I don't really care."
Bakura and Mariku took the bags upstairs.
Mariku led Bakura into the master bedroom. "Just put'em down here," he said, plopping the suitcases next to the dresser.
He stood straighter, stretching his back, then smirked at Bakura. "You missed us, didn't you?"
Bakura narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue.
"How's your hikari? Is he still a whiny little pain in the ass?"
"He's..." Bakura glanced off to the side.
His first thought had been to tell Mariku that Ryou had left town and returned different. He wanted to indulge the details of Ryou's abuse, and talk about what a horrible bitch unrequited love could be. He shook his head. He'd just laugh at me.
When Bakura looked up, he was gone. From the bathroom he heard the water running.
Mariku turned off the light and came out, gazing at Bakura with a lusty smile on his face.
Bakura's face grew warm and his pulse sped up. "It's getting late. I think I should leave."
"Why don't you spend the night with us?" He cast a look to the side, and Bakura followed his gaze, seeing the bed.
He suddenly felt Mariku's hot breath against his earlobe: "See? There's room enough for all three of us."
Bakura's eyes saucered and he ran, hearing Mariku laugh after him.
He was so distracted that he stumbled and almost fell down the stairs.
Bakura reached the bottom just as Malik was walking up, drink in hand.
"Something wrong?"
"No. I just need to get home now."
"But you haven't had your drink. Here." He held it up to Bakura's nose, and he smelled how sweet it was.
After a couple of seconds, he looked up and noticed that Malik was watching him intently. Gazing into lavender depths, Bakura became transfixed.
Malik's voice was almost a whisper: "I missed you, Bakura."
He lowered the glass and set it on the lamp table nearby. He stepped towards Bakura, his gaze set on the thief's lips. Bakura did not back away.
Their lips met with soft gasps, and their arms went around each others' bodies, hands grasping each other for the comfort found there.
Bakura closed his eyes, feeling Malik's tongue against his, Malik's hands sliding up his back, Malik's fingers raking through his snowy hair.
Malik's fingernails grazed the still-healing stitches on Bakura's scalp. Bakura moaned in pain, breaking the kiss and pulling away.
Malik was staring at Bakura's head. "What was that?"
"Nothing to concern yourself with."
"Let me see."
Bakura stepped back, pushing Malik's inquiring hand away. "No. I'm fine, stop."
"But you're hurt--"
"I said fuck off!" He turned on his heel and ran out the front door.

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"Do you want some soda or anything?"
"Nah, I'm fine. Let's see that new game."
Mokuba led Jouno to a small lab on the Kaiba estate grounds.
"Hey, is it anything like that game we played that time Kaiba was stuck in the virtual world?"
"Actually, this is an improved version of that game."
Jouno looked around at all the devices, seeing them in a new way. Instead of a mess, he saw the meaning behind almost every screw, wire, and button. Those parts he did not know, he wished to know.
This really is a grand idea. I've gotta outdo it somehow, make something more fantastic. Shouldn't be hard, considering that hackneyed medieval heroes plot.
"Here we are."
Jouno looked up at Mokuba, who was presenting him with a VR helmet.
"You can play first, Joey. I'll stay out here and moniter you."
He laid down in the pod and put the helmet on, pulling the visor down over his eyes.
"Since you don't have your cards here, the game will let you create a new deck..."
"Thanks, but don't tell me any more. I want to intuit the workings of the program."
Mokuba's brows lifted, as he was surprised at Jouno's cool, intelligent tone. "Oh. Okay."

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"Wow, Joey, you really kicked that game's butt!"
Jouno climbed out of the pod, tossing the VR helmet into Mokuba's waiting hands.
"Thanks. Are you gonna play it now?"
"Nah, I'd just get creamed in, like, five minutes. Seto is the real gamer, I'm just along for the ride..."
Jouno gazed down at Mokuba's smiling face, those eyes that so reminded him of Seto, and a blanket of sexual tension fell over him again.
He really is a cutie... How is it that I didn't notice before now?
"Joey? Are you listening?"
He wasn't. "Huh? Sorry, what?"
"Are you sleepy?"
He realized at Mokuba's words just how droopy his eyelids had become. "Mmmhh..." He yawned. "I better call a cab."
A small hand grabbed Joey's arm. He looked down into smoky eyes.
"It's late and Seto hasn't gotten back yet. Why don't you sleep over, Joey?"
Jouno smirked. It's almost as if he's trying to seduce me, in his own clumsy pre-pubescent way.
"Sure. Why don't we snuggle up and watch a movie or something?"
He was well aware of the schemes growing in a secret corner of his mind; he knew Seto would be enraged if he ever found out. But he did not care, and he did not want to care.

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So sweet, this small, warm body... Jouno breathed deep and smelled Mokuba's shampoo.
The two were under a thick down comforter in the media room, which had a five-foot-tall TV. They were watching Finding Nemo, and the Dad-fish whose name Jouno could not recall had just met Dory.
Mokuba was sitting very still, and his breathing was slow and even. Jouno wondered if the boy was asleep, but could not see past his hair. It didn't matter. He was happy where he was.
Although he'd been having sexual dreams and thoughts about the younger Kaiba brother for months, now that they were actually together, it was not the way Jouno had feared it would be. He did not turn into an uncontrollable monster and pounce on Mokuba. It felt good just to hold Mokie in his arms, feel the warmth of his body.... Jouno's eyes were drifting shut as Dad-fish chased Dory across the bottom of the sea...
He woke as the soothing warmth of Mokuba's small body was taken away. Looking up, he saw an unmistakable silhouette over him, holding Mokuba's sleeping form in his arms. Without a word, Seto carried Mokuba away, presumably to put him to bed. Jouno let his eyes ease shut again, feeling very sleepy and wishing to catch just a little bit more before Seto returned.
"Wake up."
He was roughly pulled out of his rest by two large hands gripping his upper arms painfully and dragging him to his feet. Forcing his eyes open, he found himself looking into angry cerulean eyes.
"Wha...?"
"What the hell are you doing here, Wheeler? Who the hell gave you the right?"
His tone woke Jouno fully. "What's the problem? Mokuba didn't wanna be alone, so-- unnh!"
Seto had shoved him aside, and since he was still groggy, he'd not had the presence of mind to keep his footing. He landed on his ass, hitting the cold marble floor hard.
He was then whisked to the front door and dropped onto the porch like a bag of trash. He could only give Seto a questioning gaze.
"Don't you dare try to play innocent. You stay away from my baby brother." With those words, he slammed the door.
Jouno blinked at the door for a few long seconds, letting Seto's words sink in.
You stay away from my baby brother.
Does he... Does he know? But how...?
I'm your doctor, Mr. Wheeler. Everything you tell me is confidential.
Confidential, yeah, but who signs your paychecks?
Jouno's confusion was instantly replaced with rage, more powerful than any he could remember ever feeling before. It was a living thing growing in the pit of his stomach.
"You FUCKING BITCH!!!"

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Bakura snuck into his and Ryou's bed at about 3am. He slid between the sheets without making a sound and lay facing his hikari, watching him sleep.
He felt guilty now, for going off with Malik and Mariku, who he knew Ryou disliked. He felt like he'd cheated on his one true love.
He turned onto his back and rested one forearm on his forehead, staring at the ceiling.
That doesn't make any sense. Ryou and I are not lovers. Never were, never will be. Malik loves me, although I can't imagine why he would.
He looked at Ryou again to make sure he was still sleeping.
I wish you would love me, Ryou. I wish you would kiss me the way Malik did tonight.

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"Where did you go last night?"
Bakura looked up at Ryou with wide eyes, his mouth still full of Reese's Peanut Butter Puffs cereal. The kitchen was filled with bright morning light, and Ryou was standing over him, arms crossed.
Ryou's eyes had a dull, stony anger glinting in their chocolatey depths. Bakura knew it was time. Ryou had more tension to "work out" on him.
He hurriedly chewed what he had in his mouth and gulped it down. "I went to-- I went for a walk."
"'Til 3 am? Where did you walk to, Nagasaki?"
"Around the park. Downtown, a little."
"Did you do anything special while you were out strolling around?"
"No. I just wandered around for a while."
Ryou held up a slip of paper. Bakura instantly recognized his N.G. ticket stub.
"Were you with them?"
Shit. This is gonna hurt.
"They're garbage. I want you to stay away from them."
I can't stay away from Malik. He's the only one...
Bakura gritted his teeth, baring a sneer at his light. "I refuse. You can't order me around."
Ryou swatted Bakura over the head, busting a couple of stitches. "You know how I feel about those tomb-dwelling rodents!"
Bakura chuckled, "Is that all you got? Fuck you."
Ryou shoved Bakura's shoulders, knocking his chair backwards. As he fell, he lifted his head and avoided hitting it on the floor. He felt a sudden pain in his side and knew Ryou had kicked him in the ribs. Crawling, he huddled in the corner as Ryou continued kicking him, all the while bitching him out.
That's right, Ryou... Pour all your rage into me...
He whimpered and cried out when the pain became too much. He enjoyed the release it brought him to raise his voice-- it felt almost sexual to him.
After several minutes, the kicking and yelling ended and Ryou loomed over him, sweaty, catching his breath. Bakura looked up at him, unaware of the tears flowing down his face, wondering if that was how Ryou looked after sex.
As his breathing slowed, so did his rage. He knelt before Bakura, head lowered.
"I'm sorry, BakuChan... It's not you... It's them that I hate so much... I just don't want them to corrupt you..."
If not for his pain and how it drained his energy, Bakura would've burst into hysterical laughter.

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Ryou yanked the book out of Bakura's hands and smiled at him. He was absolutely beaming, as if the entire day had never taken place. "Why don't we go out tonight, BakuChan?"
Bakura frowned at Ryou's smiling face. I don't wanna go anywhere today. I'm tired and sore.
"Can't we just stay home tonight?"
Ryou was already pulling Bakura's arm, trying to drag him to his feet. "Come on, just for a short time. It'll be alot of fun."
He became irritated at his hikari's childish behavior. His head was throbbing and he would've preferred to climb into bed and fall fast asleep. He knew refusing Ryou's wishes might lead to more pain, but he was too exhausted to care.
"I'm too tired. I don't want you dragging me all over downtown."
Ryou stopped tugging on Bakura's arm and pouted at him, looking childish except for an almost murderous darkness in his eyes. "You went out and had your fun last night. Now that I want to have some fun, you're too tired?"
Well maybe I'd be up to it if you hadn't kicked my fucking ribs in! Bakura bit down hard on those words. He simply could not take another beating right now. He was tired, just so tired....
Ryou stood there, glaring that black, murderous glare for what seemed like two or three full minutes. Then he abruptly turned and walked off in the direction of the front door. Bakura heard him mutter, "Asshole..." then the front door was slammed shut loudly enough to make him jump. Then Ryou was gone.
Bakura sighed, his last bit of energy draining out of him. Glad you're gone...

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KT: I guess I should warn you now-- there's only one more chapter after this to post, then I'll be all caught up. From that point on, the chapters'll be fewer and further between. On the plus side, your reviews can influence the story as it progresses, so let me know what you think and what you'd like to see!
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