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And Everything Nice: chapter 2

By: Dai-onna

 

 

 

 

“What are you doing?”

Joey didn’t bother to turn from his activity to acknowledge the owner of the edgy voice. A contented smile settled on his lips. He was bursting with energy and it was all he could do to keep from humming, despite the early hour. A quick glance out the nearby window would show the sun just beginning to peek over the horizon.

“Good morning to you, too.” He quipped sarcastically, though his voice was missing the proper edge to give it the right effect.

He didn’t think that anything could get to him at that moment.

While keeping an eye on what he was doing he surreptitiously followed Yami Bakura out of the corner of his eyes. The pastel-haired fiend was wearing a blue, silk shirt that was completely unbuttoned and a pair of leather pants similar to the ones that Ryou had been wearing the previous day.

Added to the effect was the fact that he was padding around the kitchen barefoot. Something about it made Joey find the other completely adorable.

Bakura rolled his eyes and cross the room to inspect Joey’s actions with a critical eye.

“What are you doing?” He repeated, taking in the skillet and spatula in the blonde’s hands.

Joey still didn’t bother to look up at him.

“I’m making breakfast.” He said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, because it really was. He didn’t quite understand why the dark one had felt the need to ask, twice. He fought back the urge to tack a ‘duh’ to the end of his sentence.

To his surprise, Bakura’s expression turned almost playful.

“And here I thought you liked us.”

Joey scowled and took a bagel half and stuffed it into the Yami’s mouth. Bakura’s eyes widened and he took the bagel out of his mouth to release a short string of laughter. He took a seat at the table, watching him intently as he moved a pancake from the skillet to a small pile on a plate. It had little bumps rising on the back of the blonde’s neck and it unnerved him.

As he poured more batter into the hot pan he spared the fiend a glance.

“Ryou still asleep?” 

“Shower.” He murmured around the bagel.

“Oh.” Joey did his best to ignore the eyes following his every movement and focused on his cooking. He still wasn’t certain what to make of his friend’s darker half, despite what had happened the previous day. If anything, it only served to confuse him further. 

He had already decided to himself that he wanted this, whatever it was, with Ryou and his Yami. The time he’d spent with them before they’d collapsed, completely spent, on Ryou’s bed had been unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. His skin tingled and he could still feel where their hands had been on him.

When he’d woken up, wrapped in Ryou arms with his head resting on Yami Bakura’s shoulder, both pale-haired boys sleeping soundly, there had been a pleasant ache all over his body, a body, he might add, that had been covered in red scratches.

If memory served him correctly, Bakura hadn’t been the only one to put them there. Ryou, in full passion, had become wild.

A flush filled his cheeks as he recalled the hours past and fought it down, hoping that the dark one studying him didn’t notice.

Ryou came into the kitchen, sniffing at the air. He was wearing his usual jeans and green shirt but without the sweater.

His nose drew him over to the stove and he wrapped his arms around Joey’s waist, leaning over his shoulder to peer into the skillet.

“Smells good.” He murmured appreciatively.

Joey enjoyed the feeling of having the other’s arms around him and pressed a quick kiss to the other boy’s cheek before flipping the pancake with practiced ease. He’d been making his own breakfast since his parents had divorced and had quickly learned that if he wanted to eat well then he had to cook well. The first few months had been painful to say the least and he had learned the true value of microwaved dinners.

He was rewarded for the kiss by seeing the slightly shorter boy turn an adorable shade of pink.

Ryou gave him a small smile and pulled away to head towards the table. When he would have taken his own seat, his dark aibou pulled him down into his lap.

Joey noted the surprise in Ryou’s eyes and gathered that this wasn’t a normal thing. Absently he wondered what the fiend was thinking about.

He finished the last pancake and flipped it onto the plate before turning off the stove and carrying it over to the table. He sat across from the other two and watched them for a moment. Yami Bakura was placing little teasing bites on his light half’s neck.

At first Joey thought that he would feel slightly out of place but he found that he enjoyed watching them together and was content to do just that. They looked like a pair of twin angels. One completely innocent and one dark and devious. Though he knew that neither description was quite appropriate for either of them, he couldn’t help seeing them that way.

Squirming away from his Yami’s merciless mouth, Ryou reached for the plate of pancakes, pulling a couple onto the empty plate that had already been set out and pouring syrup onto them generously. Joey did the same and they ate in a somewhat strained silence. It seemed that none of them knew exactly what to say.

Finally fed up with the tense air, Yami Bakura retreated back into his ring .

Ryou sighed a bit.

“I guess this is a little awkward, huh?” He asked softly.

Joey laughed a little, lightening the mood.

“To say the least. Got to say, I’ve never done anything quite like this before.”

It was Ryou’s turn to laugh.

“You get used to it. “

Joey smiled at him thoughtfully.

“Just how did you and your Yami get involved anyway? Last I knew you guys weren’t exactly on the best of terms.”

Ryou looked hesitant to answer and Joey guessed that  he didn’t want to say anything that would upset his other half. This made him even more curious but he figured that it didn’t really matter.

Joey reached his hand across the table to cover Ryou’s.

“On second thought, maybe I don’t wanna know.” He added.

The pale-haired boy beamed up at him gratefully. Joey let his thumb rub small circles into the other’s palm. Ryou blushed again at the intimate gesture.

“Are we dating?”

Ryou blinked and then laughed at the odd question that had come seemingly out of nowhere and looked at him inquisitively.

“Do you want to date me?’ The question gave Joey pause and he thought about it for a moment.

Did he want to date Ryou and, in turn, his Yami?

“Yeah.”

Ryou’s gaze narrowed slightly.

“Openly?”

Joey smiled at him charmingly.

“Well I  wouldn’t go breaking down Yugi’s door to tell him, or anything, but yeah.”

Ryou pushed his forgotten breakfast aside and leaned over the table to kiss him.

Joey pushed his own plate out of the way and met him, their lips brushing softly. The contact was sweet and tender and the blonde had to struggle not to sigh.

He felt Ryou shift against him, growing the slightest bit taller, his lips firmer. That was the only warning he got before a hand fisted in his shirt and his lips were conquered. He parted his lips under the other’s onslaught and yielded to the tongue invading his mouth. He used one hand to steady himself and brought the other one up to fist in the spiky mass of hair. Bakura growled low in his throat and bit at his lip, drawing blood then lapping it up. Joey couldn’t help the groan that was torn from him.

When he was finally released, he fought around his clouded mind to draw air into his lungs.

Ryou once again took control of his body and smiled at him sheepishly.

Joey shook his head, a slight smile tingeing  his lips. He didn’t think he’d ever quite get used to that.

Ryou’s eyes widened and a little color drained from his face.

“On no, Joey, you never called your dad to tell him that you were staying here last night. Are you going to get in trouble?’

Joey gave him an odd smile.                                                                                                         

“I told him yesterday morning that I might be staying at a friend’s house.”

Ryou’s eyes widened at his comment.

“Wha—but—huh?”

Joey laughed at his confusion. He knew that he shouldn’t, but he got an odd sort of satisfaction from this, given the state he’d been in the previous day.

“Just because I’m stubborn doesn’t mean that I don’t have some foresight.” He explained   

Ryou scowled at him but it was ruined when he leaned across the table and placed a kiss on  the pale-haired boy’s nose.

The slightly smaller boy sputtered and tried his best to remain indifferent but failed miserably. He finally shook his head, resigned.

Joey laughed and his smile proved infectious. Ryou couldn’t keep the curve from forming at the corner of his lips.

They finally finished their breakfast, once again silent but the awkwardness was gone.

They dropped their dishes in the sink and Joey pulled his new lover close.

“So, what are we going to do today?” He murmured, burying his face in the smaller one’s hair, the scent of shampoo still clung to the silken strands and it beckoned to him. He decided that he could all too easily get used to the feeling of having the softer boy in his arms. The pastel-haired boy hmmed softly and leaned into him, also enjoying the closeness. 

“Mmm… I don’t know. It’s still pretty early. I suppose we could hang around here for a little while before going out somewhere.” He murmured.

Joey smiled down at him winsomely.

“A first date?” Ryou laughed a little.                                               

“It does seem that we have things a bit reversed, doesn’t it?”

Caramel colored eyes became noticeably warmer.                           

“You don’t hear me complaining, do you?” There was a near-purr in his voice and Ryou shook his head slightly, not wanting to look away from his heated gaze. The blonde titled his chin up and closed the distance between them to claim his lips. They parted easily under his, inviting him to explore. He did so without hesitation, allowing his mouth free reign over the other’s.

A groan was torn from his throat when cool hands found their way under his shirt.

With a growl, he reached his own hands out and grabbed the softer boy’s hips, pulling him even closer so that the proof of his desire was evident. Ryou shivered slightly in his arms and rubbed his thigh against the flaxen haired boy’s arousal, causing a delicious friction that had his whole body tingling.

Ryou’s hands traced their way lightly up his chest and he gasped then bit down on the smaller one’s lip when the pad of his thumb brushed against one hardened peak.

Joey sighed into his lover’s mouth and it took all his strength to pull away from that tantalizing mouth.

“Mmm… Ryou, as nice as this is, and it’s really nice, having sex pressed against a kitchen sink isn’t exactly my ideal fantasy.” The snow haired boy pouted and made an attempt at his lips. Joey laughed and evaded.

Ryou decided to try another tactic.

“And what is your fantasy?” He asked seductively, his hands once again maneuvering under the blonde’s shirt.

Joey thought about it for a minute then smiled down at Ryou.

“Do you have any swim trunks?”

 

Two hours later they got off a bus and Ryou had no idea where they were. Joey was happily dragging him by the wrist down the road and when Ryou finally saw where they were headed he stopped in his tracks.

“Oh, Joey…”

Stretched out before him was one of the most beautiful, unpolluted beaches he’d ever seen. And it was completely deserted.

Ryou ran forward to get a closer look then turned back to his koibito with a smile plastered on his face.

“It’s amazing.”

Joey nodded and came to stand beside him.

“Yeah, I love it here. I brought Shizuka here once when we were kids. I’ve been coming back all the time since.” Joey faced him, a heated expression on his face.

“When you asked me what my fantasy was I knew I wanted you here.” His voice level dropped several degrees as he moved closer.

Ryou dropped the bag he’d been carrying and allowed himself to be pulled against the blonde boy.

Joey’s lips came down firmly over his and he sighed against them. Being this way with his golden haired friend was like something out of a dream. He lost touch with reality, the same way he did when he was with his Yami.

Joey smiled against his mouth and pulled back slightly, a mysterious glint in his eyes.

“Do you want me Ryou, really want me?” His voice was deep and husky, causing little shiver to race through him.

“You know I do.”

The sparkling in those honey colored depths should have been a warning.

“Then you’re gonna have to catch me.”

And with that he took off like a shot. Ryou remained startled for a moment before taking off after him, pausing only to grab their bag.

“Joey! Come back here you jerk!” He screamed despite the fact that he was struggling not to laugh. Being lighter and having equally long legs, he was able to catch the blonde, tackling him into the sand. For a moment he just stared at the form pinned beneath him. Joey’s golden hair was hanging in his eyes and there was a faint flush underlying his bronzed skin.

So beautiful…

The words were the only ones that formed in his desire fogged brain and, if he’d been aware enough, he would have noticed that the voice behind them sounded particularly like his Yami’s

He bent down, claiming his prize. Joey parted his lips beneath his, yielding to him and giving him full control. Their tongues met and fought in an agonizingly slow paced battle that left them both gasping for air and yearning for more.  

  Ryou let himself drown in the sensations that Joey’s mouth provoked as it trailed along the column of his throat. The blonde brought his hands up to the hem of Ryou shirt, pulling it up and, breaking his mouth away from the all too delectable skin, off of the other boy.

His hands flowed smoothly over the pale-haired boy’s bared torso, stroking and caressing; loving the feel of the heated skin beneath his fingers. Joey murmured his approval against his throat and the rumbling of it and his warm breath caused little shivers to run through him.

Ryou bit down on his lip when the blonde’s mouth quested lower, over his chest to take one of his hardened nipples in his mouth. He laved at it, coating it with warm saliva and nipping at it leaving Ryou panting heavily above him, tremors racking his body. Just when Ryou thought he couldn’t stand it anymore, Joey moved his attention to the other side, taking the previously neglected nub between his lips, suckling it and brought his hand up to toy with the other.

Little mewls and whimpers escaped his throat and he dug his nails deeply into the blonde’s shoulders before putting his hands to use, tugging at his lover’s own shirt, trying to form words to tell him he wanted it off.

Joey got the hint and pulled away only long enough to let Ryou remove it and toss it aside onto the sand.

The blonde had worked himself into a somewhat seated position and Ryou was basically straddling his lap, their desire evident to the other.

While Joey tortured him with his amazingly skilled mouth, Ryou let his hands slide over the expanse of his torso, feeling the rippling muscles beneath.

His mind swam with desire and he struggled to remember where he was; hell,  who he was. All ability of thinking had fled from his mind the minute Joey’s mouth had touched his skin and, with an all too brief moment of lucidity, he wondered if the other would always have that effect on him.

His hands drifted lower to the waistband of the blonde’s pants and he deftly unfastened them, slipping his hand inside and beneath his boxers to stoke him boldly.

Joey arched up into his hand with a groan and bit down hard on one of the tender nubs. A cry was torn from Ryou but he kept up his ministrations while Joey blew softly on the wounded area, every now and then licking at it lightly; soothing it.

Ryou pushed him back down onto the sand, the tiny grains clinging to his sweat glazed skin.

Joey’s mouth never left him and Ryou used his free hand to reach back and awkwardly work his lover’s pants down over his hips.

Joey used one of his own hands to help him until the offending garment was no longer an obstacle. The pale haired boy pulled away a bit and when he started moving down his body, Joey realized what he was up to. Grabbing him by the shoulders, he pulled the softer boy up to him to kiss him fiercely before shaking his head.

“This time it’s my turn.” was all he said before he flipped them over so that Ryou’s slender body was pinned beneath his.

He unfastened the shorts that the other boy had put on and pulled them, along with his swim trunks, down to his knees.

Joey reached out a hand to tentatively stroke him and Ryou sucked in a quick breath. Working up his nerve, he leaned forward and took the other boy into his mouth. Just the tip at first as he fought to adjust but then began to take him deeper. He suppressed his instinct to gag and took as much of him as he could.

Experimentally, he ran his tongue along the underside of his arousal, recalling how good it had felt when his platinum-haired lover had done it to him.

Ryou moaned wantonly and bucked beneath him.

Taking this as a favorable response, Joey continued, applying a small amount of suction. Ryou buried his fingers in his blonde hair and held him in place. He didn’t mind. He was too caught up in the taste of the other boy and the mewling sounds that he was making.

He felt the body beneath him go taut and he greedily swallowed the fluid that filled his mouth. With a meticulously thorough pace, he cleaned off the other boy before licking his lips, an entirely feline gesture.

The blonde pulled his pants the rest of the way off and Ryou blinked when he pulled his boxers back up before rising to his feet.

Joey looked down at him expectantly and Ryou could only shake his head, confused.

“Joey, what—?”

The blonde gave him a playful smile.

“I want to swim with you.” He explained.

Ryou removed his shorts and pulled his trunks back up, accepting Joey’s hand to help him up. He looked up at the blonde, concerned.

“But—”Whatever Ryou was going to say, Joey cut him off by placing a silencing finger over his lips.

“I was just returning the favor from yesterday.” He said softly. Ryou’s cheeks turned pink when he recalled the previous afternoon in the park.

With a nod he allowed Joey to drag him towards the water, wondering for the first time if, emotionally, he was in over his head.

 

~~Owari~~

 

Okay, I kinda rushed the ending but I was kinda in a hurry and struggling to get this progressing.

If you think that it could use more work let me know.

Actually, just let me know what you think, period.

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