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Puppyshipping Drabbles	By : ChibiRinni Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 11213 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any songs used in this fic. I make no money off this.

Chapter List
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Author’s Note: In this interesting little addition, the rest of the YGO cast get to make an appearance! Imagine that! Enjoy!
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Drabble 8: Affection

The question had popped into his mind over a week ago, but instead of blurting it out, he tried to figure it out on his own. His eyes roamed over each pair in the group, but the hamster still wasn’t running at full speed. Nothing seemed to give him an answer. Each pair differed from the last so that making a correlation between them all for a proper answer was near impossible! The blond wouldn’t give up. He’d been the third, fifth, seventh, and even the ninth wheel - like today and everyday at lunch - for several months and it was starting to wear on him. It wasn’t as though the ex-street punk was jealous or sad; on the contrary, he was very happy for each of his friends. The math, however, just didn’t add up.

“I just don’t get you guys."

“What don’t you get Jou?” Yugi paused feeding his yami grapes to give his friend an inquiring glance.

The blond frowned, looking to each couple around the table before looking back to his best friend, “I don’t get how all ya guys here do it. The relationship thing, I mean. You guys are all so different that I can’t figure out how ya make your relationships work. It’s not just that ya hang out all the time, but I can tell what you got’s da real thing. Not all mushy gushy shit, but, ya know… ya care.”

“Look here, Blondie,” Marik said gruffly, “You should know there are two things that you can do to keep a man happy. One: feed him; and two: fuck him. If you do that, everyone’s happy.”

A punch upside the head slammed the older Egyptian’s face into the table, “What the fuck Malik?!” The yami growled and pulled his lover’s hair, receiving a high pitched yelp in response.

“OW! Marik, you dick,” the hikari shoved his lover away again, “Oh, yeah, I see how it is. As long as I fuck and feed you we’re good. It has nothing to do with how we understand each other? It’s nothing to do with the similarities in our pasts? As long as we fuck we get along? What the fuck am I? Your whore and chef?” The younger Egyptian glared and shoved his yami off the edge of the bench. He grabbed some of the curry he’d painstakingly made from a box the night before and took a huge bite.

“Guess you can sleep alone tonight with an empty belly!” The hikari huffed. Instantly Marik was on his knees, his large tanned hands cupping Malik’s knees as he pleaded with his look-a-like for forgiveness.

“That’s not completely right. Marik's got a point, but that’s not all. It’s about... compromise. Ya know, ya take a shit load, give a little back, then take a whole lot more again. Right Ryou?” Bakura grinned from ear to ear, expecting his lover to agree. The young Brit frowned.

“Bakura, compromising isn’t, ‘I do what I want and you have to ask permission’. It’s a GIVE and TAKE…"

"Oh, like how you give me your homework to copy and I give you detention time with me?"

"Is that the thanks I get for doing all the homework? I do the work and you decide to mouth off to the teacher?” It wasn’t often that Ryou would get mad. He was the most patient of the group, but Bakura had a way of digging his grave deeper and deeper and deeper.

“What? Don’t you love me? You wanted me to be all alone in detention?”

The white haired youth frowned further and crossed his arms, “Kura, I am banning you from peeps for a whole month! You need to understand that compromising is a fifty-fifty thing, not a ninety-ten thing!” The horrified look on the thief’s face had Jounouchi smirking. Ever since Easter the thief had been addicted to peeps. The sugary marshmallow shaped chicks had turned the crazy thief into a sugar fiend.

“N-No peeps… b-but Ryou, how am I going to get through the day without the happy golden treasures from the Easter Bunny? NO! I will have my peeps!” Ryou shook his head and with a satisfied grin, ate the last peep in their lunch. The yami looked about to cry and murder his love all at the same time.

“You see how well they know how their relationship works,” Honda spoke up with a roll of his eyes. The argument of the peeps and the fight of the Egyptians fell into the background noise as the brunet delved into his own relationship.

“The thing about us is we know how to own up to our mistakes. We forgive, forget and move on, like adults. Sure we compromise on things, and enjoy food and sex with each other, but we know how to get passed each other’s faults and forgive them.” Honda explained. Otogi looked bored, flipping his hair back before glaring over his shoulder at his lover.

“Like how I’m supposed to forgive last night?” At the black haired male’s quip, Honda froze and tried to smile.

“Togi, I said I was sorry. You aren’t still mad… are ya?” Green eyes narrowed and the long haired teen looked like a ferocious cat with a kink in its tail.

“Still mad, why, of course not! I’m down right happy about your observation of me last night at dinner. It was very funny.”

“How was I supposed to know that you meant to do that to your hair? I thought you got electrocuted and that’s how it curled. You looked feminine!” If looks could kill the motorcycle loving male would have been dead again and again.

“Yeah, you’re obviously sorry about all the humiliation it caused me.” The dice master snapped.

Honda rolled his eyes, “You were the one to make the scene.”

Otogi flushed and puffed out his chest in defense at his lover’s accusation, “Only because you were being an insensitive prick,” he snarled back.

Before the blond knew what he’d caused, both Honda and Otogi were throwing wild punches and trying to top the other in some weird form of wrestling. This left Jounouchi even more confused than before.

“Well now that they’re all occupied with each other, perhaps we can answer your question.” Yami smiled, glancing at the spectacle their other friends were making of themselves. It was just another normal lunch occurrence at Domino High.

“Jou, it’s all about touching.” Yami smiled as his hikari fed him another grape. The ex-street punk stopped mid-bite and wrinkled his nose.

“I coulda gone without knowing that!”

While Yami laughed, Yugi turned bright red at the implication and chided, “Not like THAT Jou! What Yami meant is that we are always making physical contact with each other. It doesn’t have to be sexual. I mean, just look around you. What do you see?”

Jounouchi looked around. Malik had his fingers in Marik’s mouth, trying to make him smile like the Joker from the latest Batman movie while Marik was trying to yank Malik’s hair out. Bakura was busy frisking Ryou for more peeps while the Brit tried to fight him off. Honda, now that their wrestling match was over, was trying to smooth things over with Otogi by braiding his lover’s hair. When that didn’t work, he moved to massage the black haired teen’s tense shoulders.

“Umm, I see them all fightin’ wit each otha. Eitha gropin’ or pullin’ out their hair or trying to pin them down… What was your point, Yug?” Jou was still confused. The Tri-color haired boy sighed.

“Jou, they’re touching each other. Look closer. Malik and Marik are both trying to fight each other while still being gentle. Bakura has his hands all over Ryou and even though Ryou’s trying to fight back, he’s smiling and blushing. Honda’s trying to give Otogi a massage. It’s obvious that they all responded the way they did for one thing…” At his friend's pause the blond raised his brow.

“To fight?” Yugi smacked his hand to his forehead at his friend’s obliviousness. He loved his best friend to death, but sometimes he just couldn’t see past his own sandwich!

“Look, it’s really simple! They were right and wrong with what they said. This is all to get attention.” Jounouchi looked less than believing about it. He blinked his eyes a few times, trying to get the new information to set in.

“So they just wanted attention from each other? They just wanted ta be touched?”

Yugi nodded while Yami explained it as best he could, “Jounouchi, it’s all about affection. The person can be attractive and nice, but if they don’t give you any affection, why would you stay? I make sure to give my little light as much attention as I can. He does the same. I’m positive it’s the same for the others, but I don’t think they want to admit it… Does that make better sense now?” The tri-colored haired teens waited to see if their friend finally understood.

The blond finished his sandwich and gave Yami his goofy smile, “Well Yams,” he thought for a moment, “nope, nothing at all! I don’t understand a damn thing of it, but no biggy. As long as you guys are happy, I’m cool. Be right back. Nature calls!” He got up and headed over to the boy’s restrooms.

As he turned the corner he ran into a strong chest and glanced up to apologize, until he saw who it was he bumped into.

“Hey, watch where ya goin’ Kaiba!”

Seto was stunned for a moment. Jou’s eyes were shining like gold in the afternoon light. The CEO smirked and looked down at the blond. “You were the one who ran into me, Mutt!”

Jounouchi bristled and was about to make a retort when his bladder reminded him of his original mission to the bathroom. With an audible growl he squared his shoulders to walk around the brunet. He didn’t know how he still managed to bump the other’s arm when he had intended to go all the way around, avoiding the contact, but they brushed against each other anyway. There was a ghost of a touch across his ass, but he ignored it and kept walking, cursing the brunet for always being in his way.

Kaiba’s eyes followed the blond until he disappeared into the hallway. He clenched his fist and punched the wall in irritation.

“Damn puppy!” He growled to himself and headed back over to the nearest tree to sit and ponder his next move. He’d been blocking the blond’s path for over a week now, stealing little touches as he could, but he wasn’t receiving much of a response. There was eye contact, verbal communication, and then things fell apart.

‘Maybe I should change my game plan. It would be irritating to know he doesn’t like me in the way I like him… or maybe I’m too late in all this? It’s hard to change plans after having the same one for so long, but it’s about time I realized that it wasn’t working.’ The CEO thought to himself. He pulled out his briefcase and opened it to reveal a laptop. Long fingers danced across the keyboard as his thoughts spilled out onto a blank document.

“Still no luck, Priest? Sucks for you!”

Blue eyes snapped up to look at the smug expression on Bakura, “I don’t know what you are talking about. Go back to the geek squad.”

Bakura smirked wider and dropped to his knees. He leaned forward, invading the CEO’s personal space. “If ya wanna get a reaction, touch his face. Don’t hit him, just touch him. Either that or feed him something when he doesn’t see it coming.” Before Seto could shove him away, the other teen rocked back onto his heels then stood above him.

“Why should I listen to you?”

The thief just grinned from ear to ear, “I owed you one. If you hadn’t made that comment to Ryou a few months ago, I wouldn’t have thought of it myself. Now, we’re even. What you do with the info I gave you is up to you, Mr. Genius.” Without another word he walked back to the rowdy group his hikari had ‘bound’ him to.

Seto watched him leave and let the words sink in. He barely remembered saying anything about Ryou, but after a few minutes of thought, he remembered. It had been directed at Jounouchi, but the thief didn’t need to know about that.

“Don’t you ever stop talking, Mutt?” Seto remembered snapping at Jounouchi a few months ago.

“Fuck you Kaiba! I’ll talk all I want!”

“Jounouchi, calm down,” Ryou tried to quiet his friend, but the blond wouldn’t have any of it.

“At least when I talk I got somethin’ ta say! You barely talk and when ya do it’s always ta put someone down. Grow up ya rich prick!” The CEO chuckled at the riled blond and glanced to Ryou who looked worried about a fight breaking out. The young Brit’s yami was coming up right behind him.

“It’s the quiet ones you have to really worry about, Mutt. Get them in a corner, demand a few answers, and when they finally open their mouths, only good sounds come out.” With that, the brunet started to walk away; leaving a confused blond, a pink tinted Ryou, and a contemplating thief.

The most memorable part of the exchange had come just as Kaiba was turning the corner. He glance back in time to see the confused, blinking expression on his puppy’s face. It made him fall more ‘in like’ with the boy.

“What the hell was that about, Ryou?” He heard Jou ask, but the Brit was stuttering and bowing. Kaiba couldn’t resist one last peek at the golden-eyed blond’s adorably confused face as a still embarrassed Ryou rushed past him.

“I had been talking about myself that day. I wanted the puppy to corner me for a change, but I guess it worked for someone.… Touch his face,” Seto murmured, resuming his typing as though he’d never been interrupted. “That just might work.”

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Author’s note: This actually came from something my fiancé told me. I was “trying” to get between him and the table, but I kept moving closer and closer until he finally gave me a little attention. Then he goes, “Did you need my attention? If you need some affection you can always ask. I’m not that busy.” Then, BAM! This idea hits me. Hope you liked it! Till next time!
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