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Someone That You're With	By : IvoryIllusions Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Some That You're With
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iLong time noo�anything. XD Soo here is a story I wrote like two years back and just kept adding on for like a year after and never posted because I didn�t want to spell check over it and shiz. I got the idea from Nickelback sadly, the song �Someone that you�re with�!
AU like every story I ever write, Ryou/Bakura mostly with Malik/Marik as well and slight Bakura/Malik. ;]
Summary:

Ryou resides in 209 but Bakura�s at 208.

Two people (Ryou and Marik) unexpectedly fall head-over-heels for their new neighbors (Bakura and Malik) who just so happen to be with someone else--each other. With all the frustration and teasing, Bakura and Malik just have to be interested but how exactly to tear them apart? Ryou and Marik need a plan--and fast.
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Hope you like. ;] Since I have no life right meow, maybe I will actually finish it!
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�Malik, how are you doing today?� A nose crinkled in disgust as it looked at its bronze reflection in the mirror, amethyst eyes staring irritably right back at him. �No, no!� He hissed, lifting a hand to tug at his sandy locks anxiously. �That is all wrong; how fucking queer does that sound, anyways?� His eyes rolled and he pulled at his hair a little rougher, the many rings upon his fingers clamping together as he tugged. �Now let�s try that again, you fucking moron!�
He gritted his teeth and let go, a fervent sigh escaping. Shaking his head, he began again, giving the mirror a confident, handsome grin. �Malik~, I have a question for you,� He purred lucidly to his reflection, licking his lips. No, that was much too sexual and it would surely freak his poor neighbor out; after all, they�d only talked briefly a few times; one of them always seemed to be in a hurry.
�Unfortunately. He was sick of losing so many great opportunities to do this. He couldn�t let another slip on by again; Malik-golden-skinned, blonde haired, sexy lavender-eyed Malik-was surely only moments from being stolen away right beneath his nose. If he kept holding it off, some asshole would surely take the opportunity and whisk his attractive, sultry young neighbor right off the male�s feet-and that he just could not let happen.
He had been gruesomely waiting days to do this and he wasn�t going to wait a moment longer. All he had to do was figure out the right choice of words to lure his neighbor over. It shouldn�t have been as difficult as it was but for some reason, Malik made him unbearably nervous-which was quite odd for a male who was never much of a shy guy.
After all, Mariku Ishtar was a drummer in a band and hardly one to be called calm. He was the type of guy who was always the life of the party, right out there in the center for everyone to admire and fawn over. It was a role he played up to well and as of yet, it hadn�t failed him in getting dates. In fact, up until now, the 22-year-old had more dates than he could count on any given night. Of course, all those relationships were short-lived and who could�ve blamed him? He was an up and coming star, a member of a band that had recently been scouted for a big time record deal; he had it made and everyone seemed to know it; hence why everyone was trying as hard as they could to cash in on it.
�That is, everyone except his neighbor he was going positively crazy for. He glared at himself angrily in the mirror, thinking back to when this had all started only three weeks ago.
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�Wow Marik, this really is such a great place!� A gentle-toned, white-haired male spoke, a smile playing on his thin lips.
�Of course it is, Ryou.� His eye lids lowered as he gazed to the male, who just so happened to be the band�s longtime manager-but one of Marik�s best friends first. �After all, you�re the one who had the opportunity to choose for us,� He deadpanned, frowning as he glanced down the rather boring hallway. Grey office-like carpet, plain oak doors with a small metal plates upon them with the room numbers etched on.
Ryou blushed sheepishly, giving off a nervous laugh. �Well�I mean, don�t you like it? It seems like a nice quiet place that is secure so no fans can get in when it starts getting crazy here in a few months!� Ryou explained, hands curling tighter around the two large suitcases he was carrying in either hand. �Don�t you think?�
Marik shrugged, breathing rather hard as he adjusted the boxes he was carrying in his arms. �Whatever, it�s fine I guess,� he answered begrudgingly, teeth gritting as he kept on with his struggle to get to his front door. Fuck; he couldn�t help but wonder what Ryou had packed in these boxes to be so goddamn heavy!
�� Ryou sighed, smile faltering a little. �You�re still mad at me for selling the old apartment and getting this one for you without you agreeing to it fully, aren�t you?� He asked guiltily, eyes traveling up to his friend�s face.
Marik grumbled, glancing away from the numbers of the doors. Finally they were getting close to his apartment; just why were there so many apartments per floor anyways? �I�m not mad Ryou. I know why we had to but I just really liked the old place is all,� He answered, pouting slightly.
Ryou�s eyelids lowered, mouth twisting unamusedly. �Only because it was a low priced complex that only college students lived in, so you could drink and run around like the crazy person you are.�
�So?� Marik countered, looking down to make eye contact with his friend. �At least they understood my needs there. Here, fuck, it is probably surrounded by all sorts of old people who will come at me with their canes the first time I even have my TV on past 10 PM!�
�Oh, you�re so dramatic!� Ryou seethed, glowering playfully at the male. �Like that will even keep you from having parties here-even though I and the company both told you to keep this place secret and to take your�� Ryou�s nose wrinkled. �Your odd company to hotels from now on instead of bringing them here to�� The boy cleared his throat uncomfortably. �Hang�out.�
�Hang out?� Mariku cackled, eyeing his friend amusedly. �You�re 22 now Ryou, and you still can�t say the word �fuck�, or �sex�! I swear man, we have to find you a nice dude to bone~.�
�A-And just how do you know I prefer men!� Ryou cried back, face looking as if it were sun burnt by just how badly his cheeks were flushing.
�Fine then.� Mariku rolled his eyes boredly and glanced to the ceiling in contemplation. �Girls then. Vagina, va-jay-jay; whatever the fuck you want.� A spontaneous smirk took over his lips, glancing to Ryou. �After all~, we�re getting into money now, it should be easy for even an uptight dork like you to get some tail!�
Ryou gave Mariku a loathing glare, mouth opening as he was about to shout back at the male. He then heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps trailing behind them and quickly turned his head around, just as the stranger began to speak.
�Getting into money?� A pair of mirthful lavender depths looked over the two, a small smile pulling at the stranger�s lips. �I hope it isn�t bank robbers and drug dealers moving next door to me!� He exclaimed sarcastically, a hand raising to press against his chest.
Marik�s mouth about fell to the ground at the sight of the male. Tight, holy jeans, checkered vans, a black tight tee shirt with �The Clash� upon it, and a variety of studded belts slung sideways upon his thin, sexy hips�
Not to mention the heavily lined eyes and the expensive-looking golden bands going up his arms-and the skull ear rings, the industrial piercing, the eyebrow piercing�
And the 3 or 4 tattoos upon his arm�

Mariku was mentally in a pool of his own drool right now, practically drowning. Ryou, on the other hand, began to wonder if he should be holding onto the suitcases a little tighter, just in case this stranger tried to pull something funny. Ryou stood alert, puffing his chest out to look a little more intimidating�but that was kind of hard when he was standing next to Mariku who was much bulkier in muscle than him, and taller as well.
�And when the supposed opponent was taller too, by a good couple of inches. Ryou�s eyes lingered to the male�s biceps. Yeah, those were definitely a little better defined too; in other words, puny, weak little Ryou didn�t stand much of a chance. He sniffed, twitching his nose to hopefully make his rectangular black glasses go back up on his eyes. It didn�t really work all that well but it was better than having them fall off, leaving himself practically blind and giving the stranger the upper hand so he could easily disorient Ryou and grab the bags�!
�� The male looked between the two of them very strangely. One was looking at him like he was scared he was about to go and ruffle up his sweater vest and the other�well, his mouth was opened wide and the stranger was not sure how to react to that. He nervously shuffled his feet, hands lacing behind his back. �Uhh�� He began, trying to figure out how to make this situation become less awkward. �You�are the people moving into 209, right?�
�W-What�s it to you?� Ryou asked, voice quivering though he tried to sound tough, though all he managed to sound was tired from carrying two heavy suitcases, which, from standing here so long, were managing to make him feel like his arms were about to just fall off.
Mariku stared dazedly at the male, a hazy, slightly eerie smile crossing his lips. �Yeah�we just moved into apartment 209,� He purred out in a dreamy tone, eyes half-lidded. �What about you~?� He set down the boxes, giving his arms a rest.
�Oh!� The stranger chimed, seeming quite comforted by that answer, even if the blonde male was still eyeing him weirdly and the dorky one with the sweater vest and glasses was still attempting to glare at him. �I live in 208!� And oddly, the dorky one�s �intimidating� expression disappeared, giving the male a wide, friendly grin.
�Oh! Oh okay!� The male chimed, dropping the suitcases with a thud to walk over to the male, extending out a neatly manicured hand. �Hi! I am Ryou and that,� He turned around his head to his friend who was still staring at the stranger oddly. �Is Mariku!�
�Oh, cool.� He smiled as well, taking the boy�s hand hesitantly to stare perplexedly at just how nice this male�s nails were-perfectly rounded cuticles, all his nails were the same length and well buffed and filed. �Surely he isn�t straight.� He took the hand finally and gave it a gentle shake. �Nice to meet you both; I am Malik.�
�Mal�ik�� Mariku hissed to himself quietly, a goofy grin taking over his face as he walked over to the two mechanically, shoulder bumping against Ryou �accidently�, making Ryou take a step to the side.
�Owe!� Ryou yelped, glaring up to the male, knowing all too well what he was trying to accomplish here. He groaned and turned around, seeing Marik�s key landyard hanging out from the back of his jeans pocket. He snatched them out and went back to his abandoned suit cases, huffing as he hoisted them up. �Well�� He glowered at Mariku�s back, then leant over to smile at Malik. �I�ll be going to put this stuff in the room! Nice to meet you Malik!� Ryou turned his head around and frowned, shaking his head.
Marik had completely disregarded every last word that had just been said to him. Ryou was practically invisible to him now as he stared down into Malik�s brilliant eyes, his stomach squirming within him, adrenaline kicking in. He stuck out his hand, offering it for Malik to shake as well. Malik smiled and took it calmly, blinking when Marik held onto it for a moment before he began to shake it. �It�s so�nice to meet you, Malik~.�
Malik�s eyebrow raised, gazing down to their hands, which, after shaking, the guy still had a hold of. �Same to you.� He glanced back up to the male�s face, blushing slightly as the male still stared so pointedly down on him, as if etching every inch of his face into his mind.
�Which is exactly what Marik was doing. He finally let go of the warm, very soft hand, making sure to brush his fingers against Malik�s as much as possible as they let go.
Malik bit his lip, eyes turning away from Mariku for a moment to glance down the hallway, where he could see Ryou entering. �So��
�Yes~?� Mariku purred, placing a hand upon his hip, leaning in Malik�s way. Malik unconsciously stepped back, hands lacing behind his back out of habit.
�What was with the way your friend was looking at me when I first talked to you?� Malik quickly changed the subject, grinning slightly. �I mean, he looked ready to jump me.�
�My friend�?� Mariku replied cluelessly. He blinked and turned around to find no one standing there-oh right! His friend! �Oh!� Mariku exclaimed very loudly, laughing. �What do you think? He�s a very paranoid individual; you would be too if you were picked on as a kid as much as he was.� Marik snorted. �I mean the kid wore his shirt tucked in all the way with a belt and pulled his pants up almost past his belly button; if it weren�t for me�� Mariku�s eyes glanced towards the way of their apartment door while Malik chuckled. �That boy would still have a fanny pack and high waters.�
�No way!� Malik gasped out, in between laughs. �There�s no way he�s that bad!� He gazed at Marik fondly, gaze lingering upon his eyes. �I mean, he�s a little plain looking but��
�Well, of course now he is okay. I mean, he only wears turtle necks every once in a while now,� Marik explained, waving a hand dismissively. �But on the inside, he is still a little nerd who doesn�t like to stay up past 9:30-unless of course he got his hands on one of those weird ass RPG games like World of Warcraft or something.� Mariku rolled his eyes, grinning. �I remember when he first got that; he was late to school for the second time in his life and didn�t sleep for two whole days once because of it.� Mariku feigned a sob, covering his mouth, a hand extending out to take Malik�s hand��jokingly� of course. Right.
�I�I almost lost my friend to WoW!� Malik only continued to laugh, a hand covering his mouth now because he was snickering so loud. �It�s a heartbreaking story but�I think he is an inspiration to nerds everywhere now!� Mariku pleaded, stomping his foot down passionately. �If WoW tries to take your life away, there is always a chance you can win it back!�
�You know!� A scream came from down the hall, where a door remained open. A very unhappy looking Ryou popped his head out from the open door, teeth gritting as he eyed his friend violently. �The hall echoes LOUDLY. Now quit flirting and come help me so we can get this done and get out to the club by 10 like I promised!�
Mariku quickly became annoyed now, not quite liking to be interrupted when he was mingling with someone so�fine. Unfortunately, he knew that he did have a tight deadline to meet tonight and that since Malik was his neighbor, he could always find him again-fucking Ryou and his flawless time-management skills�
Malik laughed and glanced to his feet in a timid way, a slight smirk playing on his lips. �Flirting, hmm? Is that what you were doing?� He asked curiously, not looking up to Mariku. Mariku raised an eye brow, grinning at the male.
�Why~? Is that what you want me to be doing?� Malik blushed slightly, head tipping up a little to glance at Mariku�s throat, where a silver pendant of a pentagram hung.
�I don�t�know?�
�Well,� Mariku sighed, turning around from the male, smiling slightly. �Then neither do I~,� he remarked cryptically, picking up the boxes and walking away from the boy. �Bye, neighbor-boy, I must go unpack.�
Malik stood there, dumbfounded, waving sloppily though it went unseen. �Bye�� And at that, a very sulky Marik padded his way into his new apartment. Ryou had won this round but next time, he�d make sure to get to know Malik better-sometime when Ryou wasn�t there to be a little pain.
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Days had passed and Mariku had only run into Malik in once. Malik�s arms had been full of grocery bags and Marik�s with a guitar and an overnight bag, off upon the road again to do another couple of shows. Had Ryou and his other bandmates not have been there with him, he would�ve probably stalled and found a way to worm inside Malik�s apartment to offer �help�. Unfortunately, Ryou had been watching him like a hawk, his pristine fingers pushing the bridge of his glasses up as he always did when he was feeling annoyed and impatient. He�d only managed a three-minute conversation and two very suggestive hints, and then he was dragged off back to his busy life, leaving gorgeous Malik all alone in apartment 208 once again.
Well, perhaps luck hadn�t been with him last week but now that he was done with that leg of shows, he was back at home with a little less on his plate-at least for a couple of days. Funnily enough, it was a Friday night and Mariku was all alone, no Ryou there to nitpick at him about how much there was in the large three-bedroom apartment to still unpack. Perhaps even more impressive than that was the fact that it was a -Friday- and he had no party to go to and nothing better to do than relax-possibly the reason why he was actually taking Ryou�s words to heart and unpacking boxes within the small kitchen at that very moment.
However, that was definitely not his plan for the entire night; it was only a filler while he took on his main task, which was thinking of a clever way to get Malik out of that apartment and over here. Then, after he talked with Malik and lured him in just right, he�d pop the question he was dying to ask-�Want to go out sometime?�
He grinned to himself as he imagined Malik standing there, a slight blush dusting over his golden complexion. Malik would grin in a sexy little way and say, �Yes� in that mystifying voice that Marik just could not seem to make leave his brain. Then� Marik would take those flawless hands into his own and tug that hot thing in for a kiss, which would soon lead to his tongue in Malik�s mouth, then Malik falling beneath him onto the kitchen floor. Then his hands would tease beneath Malik�s clothing, which would then make the clothing come off and�
�Mariku?� His mouth was salivating, he realized. He glanced down to the box he had been leaning against as he sat there, kneeled on the floor and lost in his own imagination. Wait--his name? His head perked up and he moved to stand up, hurrying out of the kitchen to see where that was coming from. It didn�t sound like Ryou or any voice he could easily recognize. He did have one guess but he was sure he was kidding himself to truly think it would�ve been�
His eyeballs felt as if they�d drop out of their sockets, mouth hanging open wordlessly. There Malik was, double pierced brow, tight band tee shirt and the sexiest tattered jeans Mariku had ever laid eyes on, patches of perfect golden skin easily peaking through, as if daring his brain to ponder what those legs would�ve looked like with those jeans gone. Oh, this boy was on fire; Mariku felt himself sweat a little as he approached the male.
Never before�had someone been able to turn him on so much by just standing there in his doorway. It took all of his attention, hence why his foot pivoted against a large moving box, making him stumble. He managed to catch himself, yet what he couldn�t do was pull his eyes away from Malik�s physique. �Malik~?� He purred in an inviting way, eyes looking upon the male none-too innocently.
�Hi,� The other male greeted, giving the male a coy smile. He gave a small wave and leant against the doorway, eyes trailing around the living room the front door opened up into. The apartment was bare, with cream carpets and drab freshly painted white walls. A slightly aged black leather couch sat in the middle of the floor with blankets strewn messily atop it, making it look as if someone had been using it as a bed. Save that, the rest of the room looked entirely unlived in, boxes placed haphazardly around the large, open area. And it didn�t seem like anyone planned to get to them anytime soon since a TV sat atop the boxes, cable boxes already hooked up to it and plugged in.
About the only area that was cleared was the entrance to the balcony. Guitars upon stands were lined up at either sides of the door and since the blinds were opened, Malik could make out a small table outside upon the balcony where two chairs were placed, an ash tray set quaintly in the middle of the table. �I saw your door was open and�I just couldn�t help myself; I wanted to see how the packing was coming along.� He smirked playfully, eyeing the TV. �Obviously you�re getting a lot done.�
Mariku glanced toward the TV as well, the blank screen staring right back at him. �Ehh,� He shrugged, smirking as he met the male�s gaze. �I�m a busy guy.� And obviously, also a very lazy one--one more perk of having Ryou as a roommate--because Ryou would get so fed up with the mess and Mariku�s antics that he�d just do everything himself.
�Apparently,� Malik commented, taking a step in, the guitars catching his gaze. �Well it seems like you cared enough to unpack the instruments at least?� He sent Mariku a mocking smile, eyes drifting over to look up to him.
�Of course; they�re my babies.� Mariku�s eyebrow raised, flashing Malik an all-too cocky grin. �I am in a band, you know?� Hell, who could blame him for being so damn proud of that; not only were they a band--they were a band who had just signed with a big record label, and were due within days to make their first actual music video, one that their record company was bargaining with MTV to play.
�I kind-of figured,� Malik replied, giving off a soft laugh. �I heard a lot of noise coming from here the other night and well, even if you all sounded kind-of drunk, I was impressed!�
�Oh,� Mariku chuckled, hooking a thumb into his torn jeans pocket. �Sorry about that; housewarming parties, you know; friends had to come and bake for me--nothing but the usual.�
�I highly doubt that,� Malik countered, grinning suspectingly. �There is no way your friends bake--save maybe Ryou. Does that guy even drink? He looks like such a square!�
Mariku cracked up at that; mostly because it was all-too true. Ryou was a complete and utter square, one who�s life had been completely devoid of anything fun or exciting--well, until Mariku came along. Still, Mariku had only improved him so much; even if Mariku managed to pressure him into getting drunk every once in a blue moon, Ryou was still the same naïve, sickeningly nice and plain individual that he had been on their first day of meeting. �He does--when I shove shots down his throat, though it doesn�t happen often.� He wrinkled his nose at that; it was really too bad; Ryou was such a friendly, fun little drunk. �He pretty much only drinks when something is horribly upsetting him, which is not often; he is a pretty easy-going person.�
�I see.� Malik folded his arms over his chest, smirking coyly as he glanced down to his feet. Mariku�s eyes once again found themselves roaming up and down Malik�s pert body, just wishing it wasn�t entirely inappropriate and taboo to just leap over and grab that hot fucker, and proceed to kiss him until he couldn�t breathe. �And what about you~?� He smiled slyly, taking a step closer, hands falling behind his back. �What does a guy like you do--I mean, when your friends aren�t �baking� for you?� He tilted his head to the side, giving Mariku a curious gaze.
�Mm�� Well, now his past time was going to be masturbating to the thought of Malik as many times a day as his body would allow; however, in the past� Shit. He had always hated this question; what did he do in his free time? �Hmm.� He thought very hard about it, giving the floor a disgruntled look. What did he do? �Drink, play music, watch slasher films with Ryou, get yelled at by Ryou, more drinking, maybe the occasional romantic walk on the beach��
�A lot of Ryou in those sentences.� Malik�s smile fell a little. �Are you dating him?�

Bingo. A wild grin spread across Mariku�s lips; he was so in now. From the look on Malik�s face when he asked that question; there was just no way he wasn�t interested! Now all Mariku had to do was pop the question which, he knew, he had in the bag. Malik was going to be his; he could already feel it. �Are you kidding me?� He purred, shaking his head. �Never would I date that little freak; he�s a little too much of a bore for me. Not to mention, he�s the only person I know who actually wears turtlenecks.� So -not- attractive. Malik gave a disgusted look at that too; obviously they agreed on that much. �But enough about him; what brings you over here anyways~?�
�Well,� Malik looked slightly relieved; oh, Mariku swore, this had been too easy--what was it about him that made people drool at his feet? Sure there was his good looks, his talent, his sexy personality�hell; he just had everything; of course that was why Malik couldn�t resist! �To be honest, I sort of, uhm�� He licked his lips feverishly, eyes averting Mariku�s gaze. He looked down, the slightest of blushes dawning on his cheeks. �I� wanted to ask you if��
This was it; just a few minutes and he�d have sexy Malik pinned to the floor. Fuck, this had been way too easy~. Malik was going to ask him out. Mariku�s grin reached his eyeballs, completely zoning out as he ogled the teen in front of him. ��in the middle of baking cupcakes for my boyfriend and,� Malik shook his head, pressing his palm against his cheek anxiously. �I completely ran out!�
Mariku felt dizzy, fingers going numb. �Yes,� He answered airily, �We can go whereever you like.�
�� It was then that Mariku realized how bizarrely Malik was staring at him. Wait--boyfriend?! Why the fuck would anyone make cupcakes for their boyfriend--was Malik secretly a woman? Nonetheless, how could he have a boyfriend when he had just asked Mariku out? Err, but then, cupcakes and running out�
That hardly sounded like a date invite. �Hold on,� He hissed out, eyes closing tightly for a moment. Something wasn�t right. �What did you say?�
�O-Oh,� Malik stuttered, shifting uncomfortably. �I just wanted to borrow a couple of eggs--uhm, if you have any, that is!�
��Because you�re making cupcakes for your girlfriend.� Malik gave Mariku another weird look.
�For my boyfriend, yes.�
�You mean your girlfriend.� Malik�s mouth opened as if to say something, and yet no noise came out for quite some time. He pressed his lips together tightly, eyes averting Mariku�s perplexed stare. �Right. My boyfriend, who moved in with me as of tonight��
Mariku felt like a bomb had just exploded in his face--his ego was knocked back into the manhole, one so deep that no amount of rope could ever help him out of. In fact, he wasn�t just blown into it; he was shattered now, into tiny fragments that even the strongest super glue together. Malik was too delicious, too hot, and completely off the market. FUCK. �We. Don�t. Have. Any. Eggs,� Mariku rasped out, sounding almost as if he were dying. That was actually a lie too; Marik always cooked and they most definitely did have eggs since Ryou went grocery shopping--but he just couldn�t bare for Ryou�s eggs to be shoveled down into the belly of the hideous demon that was Malik�s boyfriend. Ryou�s eggs just deserved better--like maybe to be thrown into the hellish boyfriend�s face. Mariku didn�t need to know who it was because he was already certain he hated him.
�Oh, w-well.� Malik gave a nod, slowly inching toward the door. �I guess I will just go and�uhm, ask someone else.�
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11 PM and Ryou was exhausted from spending all day at the record company, going over paperwork and spending hours upon hours on the phone. He yawned loudly as he tapped in the code to be let inside, the door buzzing and unlocking for him. He trudged in warily, carrying an assortment of bags he was bringing in from his car, odds and ends from the move that just hadn�t made it upstairs yet and a single plastic bag Mariku had forgotten in his car containing, most likely, cigarettes, gummy rings and porn, his three favorite things in the world. It always amazed Ryou that Mariku even bought porn with women since he never slept with them--�Good too look at but not too touch.� Mariku�s motto for women; did it make sense? Not in the least; then again, Ryou wouldn�t know either way, he�d only been on three dates in his whole entire life and all had ended pretty terribly.
About a year ago, Ryou made the mistake of signing up for a dating site called OKCupid! Funny because all he�d felt like since he signed up for it was OKStupid! At first, Ryou had been thrilled; a free dating site (because he was not about to lose all his dignity and be made fun of by all his friends for signing up and paying for a matchmaking site like Eharmony) that seemed legitimate? It was almost too good to be true; in fact, it was too good to be true.
They based matches primarily on answers to mostly irrelevant questions and expected you to find matches that way. The higher a person�s percentage, the better the match--unless of course it was high in the enemy column. Nevertheless, Ryou had rested too much pathetic faith in the system and exchanged messages with a couple of females and one extremely ambiguous gay male--all had been rated above 70 percent for love, so he felt like he had a good chance. The dates went something like this: one girl thought he was transgendered, one was a complete whore, and the male had polished hot pink nails; enough said. Since then, he primarily resorted to his hand and daydreams that sparked from the romantic novels he read once in a while in complete secrecy.
How long ago had that been? A year ago, pretty much. It was deplorable but he just tried to brainwash himself into believing it was because he was so wrapped up in all the work he had to do for the band. While the band did have him tied up for multiple hours a week, he was never so busy that he wouldn�t have had time for at least a couple of dates. Then again, what kind of person would be his type anyways? He had never quite figured it out for himself. Definitely not someone in the music business, that was certain; never would he want to have to deal with any musician. He lived, befriended and worked with enough to know that they were all either alcoholics, bipolar, past criminals, promiscuous, drug addicts, or just a mix of any and all. Not to mention almost all had to put on fake fronts and who wanted to spend their lives wondering if the people around you were really into you or if it was all for show? Better to stay away from the whole world of artists, though he was one himself.
Though Ryou was only the manager, he had also written a good portion of the band�s songs--though they all tried to keep that under wraps. It never quite made sense though; usually their lives were the ones Ryou wrote about and yet, they couldn�t come up with anything themselves. After all, they were the crazy partiers who went in and out of relationships like an obese family at McDonald�s. They were the ones who had lived on the streets, been poor, been neglected as children, and had issues with mental health and substance abuse.
As for Ryou? He was a simple white boy from England. He was born into an upper middle class family that had only turned into a lower middle class family once his mother had died. His life had hardly been difficult, save the death of the aforementioned and his sister; after England, they�d moved to a moderately wealthy neighborhood in Connecticut, and then once half his family perished, his father had moved them into a decent apartment complex in a rather nice residential area in Domino City, Japan. His father wasn�t around much, leaving Ryou mostly on his own during his teenage years because of excavations in different parts of the world. It hadn�t bothered Ryou one bit, despite what everyone claimed; it was practically every teenager�s dream to live on their own. Yeah, it had been lonely from time-to-time but after Ryou had met his best friend Marik and the others that came with, his life was pretty much surreal.
Ryou had always been an optimistic, happy individual who was extraordinarily responsible, despite the crowd he ran with. Hence why he was management and despite his innocence to certain elements of life, he was extremely clever and quick-witted. When it came to his friends, he was a pushover but when it came to business, Ryou stuck to his guns and was quite the hard-ass negotiator.
�Maybe he unpacked some,� He muttered to himself as he shuffled around, using his elbow to hit the bright red �up� button for the elevator. His eyelids lowered presumptuously, already guessing the answer to that. �But I suppose that is giving Mariku a little too much faith.� Because Mariku was primarily lazy and probably just sat around playing guitar and guzzling down Bud Ices all day long--not to mention Mariku�s unfortunate new habit of neighbor-watching for the boy he wanted to bang. If only he spent as much time unpacking as he did checking the halls to see if Malik was out; maybe then there would be a room besides Ryou�s unpacked.
Ryou heard the doorbell buzz, alerting that someone else was coming into the building. Ryou easily ignored that, expecting it to just be any ordinary tenant, nothing out of the usual. The elevator chimed, doors sliding open to allow Ryou in. No one came out so Ryou simply trudged in, minding his own business. �Oh ball sweat!� Ryou pursed his lips, eyebrows raising at the curse. Who said that? Ryou rolled his eyes, expecting it was someone�s rather impolite teenage son. Like the prude Ryou was, he stuck his nose up in the air, setting his bags neatly in the corner so as to reach out and press the button for the second floor.
He folded his arms over his chest, glancing over his shoulder to the mirror nearest him so as to avoid facing the rude delinquent making his way inside. �Fuck, what floor does he even live on?� The stranger mused to himself, standing in front of the numbers. Ryou chanced a glance from his spot on the floor to the form of the other in the mirror. Ryou�s eyes scanned the male observantly; perhaps he wasn�t a teenager after all. He was dressed rather nicely in black shoes Ryou could only recognize as Prada; the male paired them with well-tailored black slacks and a thick wool pea coat buttoned up all the way, just a little past the man�s well-chiseled jaw line. About the only thing unprofessional on him was his thick head of Bill Kaulitz-style hair, locks as white as milk sticking out every which way; he looked a little like he�d stuck his fingers in an electrical socket; but then again, that was the look these days. He even had a single layer of black beneath the white--definitely too scene for the average businessman.
Ryou supposed he could give the man a little lenience for his trash mouth; they both wore Prada dress shoes, after all--though today, Ryou wasn�t dressed quite as nicely. Because it was simply an office work day, Ryou had settled for a pair of plain dark blue jeans and a Ralph Lauren striped blue and white button-up; not to mention the cashmere charcoal grey sweater vest he wore over the blouse. Despite Marik�s pleads for Ryou to roll the sleeves up to look a little cool (or better yet, cut them off), Ryou kept to his usual style and kept the cuffs buttoned neatly at his wrists. With his thick black glasses and briefcase, he looked like the regular librarian nerd--except maybe a little classier.
As for the male in the elevator, it seemed he�d finally decided on a floor because instead of standing at the buttons, he�d taken to standing beside Ryou, a little closer than Ryou would�ve thought normal. Unconsciously, Ryou leant back a little to be able to stare at the male�s face some more, surveying his high cheekbones and dark, mischievous eyes that�
Ryou gulped--were now turned and staring right back at Ryou in the mirror. �Why�hello there,� The man purred in a way that was quite devoid of chastity. Ryou nearly had a heart attack, jumping back into place, staring straight ahead.
Ryou cleared his throat, wondering for a moment if he should even talk back. The man wasn�t entirely threatening--well, actually that was a lie. Ryou was actually scared to death of him, but not in the same way he was scared of the kids that wore the tall tees and South Pole gear; his knees felt languid, like they could buckle in at any given second. It reminded him of how he felt when he ate creampuffs and Ryou didn�t like anything as much as he loved creampuffs; way peculiar. He felt obscenely shy, and yet, he was still too polite to ward off the need to respond. Dammit.
�Good eveni-iii-iiing!� Was supposed to be his curt reply, yet instead, it came out in patches due to the fact that the elevator had a nasty habit of shaking as if going through an earthquake every time it started up. However, this time, it was grotesquely worse than any other. It shook so much that it caught Ryou off guard, making him stumble on one of his duffel bags. Being a regular clumsy oaf, he proceeded in falling forward, right into the stranger. And of course, the man was taken aback so much that he lost his own footing. Luckily, the male was fluid enough to stick his arm out and catch them so that he simply fell by sliding down onto his backside with Ryou half in his lap, noses pressed together. The man�s knee was lodged into Ryou�s stomach and it was very painful--and yet, all Ryou could think of was how this was the closest to another person he�d been since that awful seventeenth birthday party of Yuugi�s where he�d had to play seven minutes in heaven with Miho, who proceeded in biting a hole through his lip (he tripped then too).
�Well, it looks like it�s a good evening for me after all,� The man lulled, breath sultry against Ryou�s lips. Goosebumps popped up and down Ryou�s arms, back arching the moment he realized the man�s arms were snaked around his emaciated waist. Ryou opened his mouth, speechless as he gazed from the stranger�s profound eyes the color of dark, exotic coffee beans--and they had to be foreign because Ryou had never seen eyes quite so velvety and brown that they bordered on the outskirts of black--to his delicate lips; perhaps the only thing delicate about the male. His smell made Ryou�s head spin, able to easily pick up the scent of Polo Black from the stranger�s coat. Ryou�s mouth was watering.
The elevator made another turbulent stop and Ryou then came to life. �I�should get off of you.� It sounded more like a question than a statement. Ryou�s cheeks heated to a rose color, gracelessly climbing off of the man. Instead of removing his arms instantly, the man let the other slip from them, fingers tickling Ryou�s sides as he pulled away.
�I�d rather you get off on me but then, elevator sex has always been a wild dream of mine.� The stranger wiggled his eyebrows in Ryou�s direction, grinning in a way that made Ryou�s heart swoon. Ryou made an awkward noise in his throat. He sniffed indignantly, blushing so hard that he had to look away from the man as he gazed to the elevator door--the elevator door that should�ve been opening by now so Ryou could breathe and save himself from this very inconvenient situation that was slightly turning him on.
�Shouldn�t, uhh, the door be opening by now?� He asked, completely avoiding any response to the man�s distressing and yet, not all that unattractive statement. And who could blame Ryou for thinking such? No denying he was a sucker for a well-dressed man, and one with a dirty mouth and devilishly good looks no less. Suddenly, it felt as if he did have a type after all.
The man seemed to be paying little attention to that fact, quite more entertained by Ryou�s presence. �I�m Bakura,� Two could play this game. �And I�ve obviously never had the intense pleasure of having you on me before.�
Ryou nearly choked; how was he even supposed to respond to that? His soft chocolate orbs nearly popped out of their sockets as his head turned around to stare at the male. �E-Excuse�me?�
�Well,� Bakura started, licking his lover lip feverishly. His eyes looked Ryou�s lithe form up and down, obviously pleased. �What can I say?� The grin came back, making Ryou shiver. �I�ve never seen you before--and believe me, I would remember a face like yours, babe.�
Ryou was oblivious to most things but at the age of 22, he had learned that when people said things like that to you, they were definitely coming onto you and trying to get in your pants. They wanted to make you squirm and melt until you were a puddle at their feet; well Ryou wouldn�t have that--probably. He tried to seem confident and wish away the blush on his cheeks that would just not seem to disappear. �Babe?� He questioned, raising an eyebrow as he stared at Bakura. Bakura smirked, loving every moment of this. �I would much prefer Ryou; actually, Mr. Suzuki would be most preferable,� Ryou answered back icily, using an index finger to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He thought it made him seem more mature--quite the opposite obviously, because Bakura started to laugh.
�Mister? What are you, like 18? I didn�t even tell you to mister me and fucked if I�m not older than you.� If Ryou hadn�t been red like a Coke bottle label before, now he certainly was. When Ryou got nervous, he had a habit of attempting to act stuck-up and snobbish to escape situations; for some reason unbeknownst to himself, he had forgotten that, yes, Bakura did look as if he might�ve had seniority.
Ryou looked away, completely mortified. �Well, I�m 22 and I don�t appreciate being referred to as��
�Babe?� Bakura offered. Ryou pursed his lips and gave a curt nod.
�Precisely.� Now that they had that squared away, Ryou could begin to freak out and have a panic attack because the elevator door had still not opened.
�Then�� Bakura hissed seductively, leaning his head towards Ryou�s ear. �What about�foxy? Gorgeous maybe?� Ryou�s ears felt as if they were burning--obviously, the problem was only increasing. �Or�� Bakura tilted his head, pressing his mouth into Ryou�s ear, making the boy�s shoulders freeze as he let out a gasp. �Perhaps you�re more with that urban speak? How do you fancy�lollipop? Shorty? Dime perhaps?�
�T-That�s obsurd!� Ryou whispered harshly, closing his eyes. And yet, he didn�t make any moves to get away. He puffed out his cheeks, head turning as he leant away from Bakura to make eye contact with the male sternly. �Am I going to have to 911 you for sexual harassment?�
�No, baby,� Bakura lulled, eyelids lowering. �Let�s make that rape but by the way you�re squirming and blushing, I�d think you�d just lap it up.� True story--and that was exactly why they were both surprised when Ryou�s palm came out and abruptly smacked Bakura on the cheek. Ryou turned his head to stare at the wall again, hands coming up to press against his fiery cheeks.
�Don�t talk to me like that,� He snapped, though it came out much weaker than he had initially planned. It then came to Ryou�s attention that he was still sitting insanely close for someone who wasn�t �liking� the attention. He took this in mind and scooted a couple inches away from Bakura, keeping a safer distance.
Bakura simply howled with laughter, not bothered by the slap at all--if anything, he seemed to mostly enjoy it. �Way to hit like a woman, Misses Suzuki.� Bakura hit right where it hurt--Ryou�s eyes immediately flared with anger, head turning to glower at Bakura.
�Should I punch you instead? Would you get it then?� Bakura bit back laughter. Instead, he simply shook his head, finding this very cute and energetic boy hilarious.
�I think it would only make me moan,� He answered honestly, shrugging. To get comfortable, he stretched his legs out in front of him--he seemed quite undisturbed at the fact that he was stuck in an elevator. He laced his hands behind his head, relaxing back. �I�m into that pain thing. It works well for me.�
�How pleasant that you�d tell a complete stranger that,� Ryou lashed out, still glaring at the man. He pulled his knees into his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs in a dejected manner. Leaning forward, he set his chin atop his knees.
�Well, we�re stuck in an elevator--I figure I should at least make this as fun for you as it is for me.� Ryou snorted, pulling his legs in closer.
�And how, pray tell, is this fun for you?� Ryou sniffled, staring straight ahead to nothing.
�Because�I�m with you.� Ryou�s cheeks warmed up again and that fuzzy feeling shot down through his spine; was it sad that was the most romantic thing anyone had ever told him? It made his head spin and he felt a little horny, yet again. �Please say something to contradict that�. �And I think�I couldn�t get stuck in here with anyone whose pent-up frustration was so obvious and exhilarating.� Ryou�s stomach did cartwheels as Bakura gazed up to the ceiling, able to see both of them from the mirror above. He smirked, checking himself out. �You�re cute.� If Ryou�s buttons weren�t pressed before, they definitely were now. He held himself painfully tight, glancing up to the ceiling himself as if he could feel eyes on him--and surprisingly, there were. Bakura stared at Ryou�s youthful, blushing face, etching the picture into his memory.
Ryou gulped. �W-Well.� He tried to keep his ground but found that Bakura�s words were like waves that seemed to just ebb up further and further until there wasn�t any land left. He could either reply rudely or simply accept that right now, he was in one of those once-in-a-lifetime situations. �I still�don�t know how we�re going to get out of here.� Maybe if he just kept ignoring the male�s derogatory statements, Bakura would pay more attention to the situation at hand.
�But�� Bakura turned his head, leaning forward to be able to see Ryou�s face. �That still doesn�t answer what you think of me Mr. Suzuki.� Was it weird that when Bakura said his name like that, his toes curled?
Ryou tried not to look at the male, but to no avail. �I�think I just want out of this elevator.�
�Why?� Bakura canted his head to the side. �Do you have some little girlfriend to get back to?� Before Ryou could do a thing, Bakura took a hold of his hand, surveying his fingers. �I don�t see a wedding band,� He said, surveying the male�s ring finger--not that it would�ve mattered to someone like Bakura; wedding bands were only a slight hindrance, not a complete road block.
Ryou�s hands began to sweat as Bakura�s fingers grazed over them, completely nervous. He couldn�t move his hand away--instead, he found himself surveying Bakura�s perfect, well-sculpted large hands, ones that would probably feel so nice exploring Ryou�s body. Ryou bit his tongue, trying not to walk along that road. His eyebrow raised when he noticed something rather odd though; Bakura�s hand did contain a gold band. He was quite astonished, to say the least. �But you are!� And suddenly, Ryou just felt both filthy and guilty for thinking of someone�s husband in such a cheap way.
�Oh, this?� Bakura chuckled throatily, lifting his hand to wiggle his ring finger. �Nah, I�m not married; it�s just convenient to pretend I am sometimes.� Ryou found that hard to believe. He removed his hands from Bakura�s immediately, tucking them into his chest.
�And why would that be?� He asked dryly, certain it was nothing but a pathetic lie.
�Because!� Bakura seemed aghast that Ryou would even ask. �Being married only makes women want you more--not to mention it can fend off the bad, persistent ones pretty fucking easily.�
Ryou nearly smacked Bakura again. �You�re kidding me, right? What are you supposed to be, the ultimate bachelor or something? Last time I checked, being a player was just cruel and completely unattractive.� At least enough so to make Ryou feel rather deathly limp again.
�Oh, but you never asked me who I live with~.� Bakura shrugged, looking Ryou over again in a roguish manner. Ryou stared back rather mundanely.
�Gee, I don�t know, your girlfriend or something,� He replied flatly, not finding it hard to believe; Bakura was much too good looking to really be single and free--not to mention a little too handsome to be truly interested in a D&D geek like Ryou.
Bakura shook his head, beaming. �Nope, not that,� He answered proudly, eyes flitting to the hands Ryou was still cradling to his chest. He reached a single finger out to drawl it along Ryou�s knuckles. Ryou stilled again, uncaring expression fading to reveal wide, curious eyes. He looked from Bakura�s face to the single digit. Why was Bakura still trying this?
�Then�roommates?� Ryou smirked wickedly. �Your mother maybe?�

Bakura laughed. �No and especially no; don�t I look a little too nice to be at home with my mom?� He paused, grinning. �Not that I could if I wanted to; that bitch was a crackhead and dropped dead when I fifteen.� Ryou was a little shocked to hear someone talk so foully about their own parents like that without a single care.
�I�would usually say �I�m sorry� but I feel like congratulations is more what you�re looking for.� Ryou�s eyes met Bakura�s, wondering if he should be surprised that Bakura still smiled at that comment--Bakura looked intrigued, eyes flashing from Ryou�s eyes to his lips. Ryou noticed this and only felt even more self-conscious.
�You�re�interesting,� Bakura mused, setting his palm down on the ground, leaning into Ryou. Slyly (or so Ryou thought), Ryou leant into the male as well, smirking slightly.
�Well�I hope for the better, at least--you never did tell me how old you were.�
�25--and you never did guess who I lived with.� Ryou began to laugh softly, shrugging.
�I really don�t care--I mean, does it really matter?� Bakura shrugged as well.
�I don�t know, babe.� Ryou rolled his eyes. �You tell me.�
�Well�� Ryou licked his lips in a way that was a little too racy to be innocent. �Babe,� Ryou�s voice lowered breathily, giving Bakura a flirtatious glance. Bakura grinned lopsidedly, watching as Ryou�s hand moved to set itself near Bakura�s. Of course, Bakura was quick to take action and scoot his fingers closer, brushing the back of his thumb against Ryou�s fingers--he noticed how Ryou shivered. �You tell me.�
Bakura lustfully scanned Ryou�s lips yet again. �Kiss me and I�ll tell you who lives with me.� Ryou scoffed; like that was going to happen! He tried to steal his hand back but was surprised when Bakura�s strong appendages took hold of it, lacing their fingers this time. Ryou bit his lip, cheeks heating up all over again.
�You�re�kidding me right? I�m not going to kiss some pervert who pretends to be married.� Ironically, Ryou�s fingers intertwined with Bakura�s quite peacefully--for holding hands with a �pervert�, anyways.
�Well�what makes you think I won�t make the first move?� Bakura raised his eyebrow questionably, staring at Ryou in all seriousness. Ryou couldn�t help but let out another soft laugh, rolling his eyes.
�What difference would it make? I�d turn away.� �No I wouldn�t�.
�No you wouldn�t.� Bakura eyed Ryou intently, like one would a rare, valuable prize to be won--greedily, almost; he wanted Ryou and wasn�t afraid to let that be known. And as for Ryou, well, it was apparent to Bakura what exactly Ryou wanted too and he wasn�t about to let their chance slip from their fingers.
Ryou�s heart raced as Bakura�s words echoed those in his head, eyes shifting meekly. �Besides�I don�t see how that has anything to do with who is in your apartment.� Bakura smiled incredulously--it had everything to do with who he did or didn�t live with.
�Well�I guess we�ll just have to see then, won�t we Ryou?� It was the first time Bakura said his name--it set a flame inside of Ryou; one so hot, it shot down to his toes and immobilized him, making him vulnerable to an attack. He blushed hard, moaning as soon as Bakura�s lips pressed themselves against his own. The taller male�s hand gave Ryou�s a squeeze as his tongue drawled out to lap at Ryou�s lower lip, wanting inside. Ryou shuddered, eyes closing as he enjoyed this spontaneous and delectable kiss, leaning into Bakura and shyly opening his mouth, making another delightful mewl as Bakura�s tongue slipped inside. Bakura growled, tongue brushing up against Ryou�s unabashedly--and as soon as it started it seemed, the door�s bell dinged and the doors began to slid open--due to Ryou�s sudden heightened senses, he jumped backward, nearly bumping his head against the wall. Whoa.

Bakura licked Ryou�s flavor off of his lips, savoring it as he watched the boy. He snickered, lifting a hand to run his fingers through his bangs--even Bakura was blown away by the kiss. He sighed heavily, slowly rising to his feet. Ryou refused to look at Bakura as he did the same. Ryou frantically picked up his bags, trying to do anything but direct his eyes where they pleaded to go.

�Looks like we didn�t have to worry about being stuck, after all. Too bad really.� As Ryou stood with all his baggage in hand, he glanced to Bakura�s expensive footwear.
�You�never did tell me who you lived with,� He replied gently, a small smile breaking onto his lips. Ryou�s heart fluttered, sure he had the right feeling about Bakura--was this someone he could really grow to get attached to?
Bakura stepped forward, glancing over his shoulder at Ryou with amusement dancing in his mysterious eyes. �My boyfriend.� Ryou�s eyes widened, immediately snapping to Bakura�s face.
�Are�you for real?!� How could someone with a boyfriend do that so heedlessly; did Bakura care at all? Ryou thought he should be enraged but really, he was only a little mystified--though he wanted to believe Bakura was single when their lips met, there was still a deep burning in his belly telling him something was a miss; why else would Bakura have been so keen on making him guess who he lived with?
�I am, but--� Bakura looked up to the ceiling thoughtfully before his eyes set themselves on Ryou in all seriousness. �You taste much better.� Ryou nearly dropped his bags when Bakura said that. Bakura stalked away, leaving Ryou alone in the elevator just as the doors began to close. Ryou yelped and darted forth, stopping the doors just in time. He exited the elevator, not much wanting to get stuck again. Like a robot, he walked blankly down the hall toward room 209. At that second, he remembered Bakura pressing a completely different floor number.
�B-Bakura!� He stuttered out. The man didn�t stop. �What�apartment number do you live in?�
�208.� Bakura stopped suddenly. �And you live in 209.�
Ryou gasped. How did he know? �I�reside in 209, yeah.� In silence, they walked the rest of the way to their apartment doors. Ryou then remembered conveniently just who else lived in 208. Jealousy suddenly bubbled over the edge in Ryou�s stomach, making him feel completely fed up with the world; Malik was suddenly a hoodlum in his eyes once again and no friend of his. �Fuck my life�.
�Nice to meet you, Ryou.� Ryou blinked, looking over to Bakura and opening his own door just as Bakura did. They both shared one last look at each other--for some reason, Ryou couldn�t help the longing smile that dawned on his lips. Ryou gave a curt nod and closed the door behind himself, collapsing against it.
�Marik?� Ryou called out, staring forward in disbelief as he thought about what had just happened to him.
�Yeah?� Mariku called, peeking his head out from the kitchen.
�I�� Ryou glanced to Mariku in desperation. �I think I need a drink.�
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