Chained to your side
Warnings/notes : Seto/Joey, hints at Malik/Marik, Yami/Yugi and Bakura/Ryou, handcuffs, (suggestive and/or bad) language.
Disclaimer : I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
written at 4th july 2003, by Misura, on a sugar-high. ^^;
"Your hikari is such a wussy!" Marik remarked to Bakura. "Handcuffs ... those are for amateurs! Hmph, I'm glad mine isn't so shy."
"Then again, not all of us enjoy being tied up by our own hikaris." Yami smirked.
Marik blushed slightly, while Bakura chuckled.
"Still, I *paid* for these things! All for nothing." The white-haired yami stared sadly at the pair of dangling handcuffs
"With money you'd stolen fair and square I suppose." Yami snorted.
"Not that it's any of your business, Pharaoh, but not everyone is as lazy and utterly opposed to the idea of work as you are." Bakura hissed.
"Somebody actually trusted your face enough to offer you a job?" Yami asked incredulously.
"I delivered newspapers. And what's wrong with my face?" Bakura frowned. "It's the same as Ryou's so if you insult mine, you insult his too. So you'd better watch your tongue if you want to keep it where it is right now, Pharaoh!"
"Ra! That hikari of yours has a bad influence on you, Bakura! What are you going to do next ; swear off all alcohol and sex for the rest of your life?" Marik rolled his eyes.
"Don't talk so stupid, Marik! Of course not!" Bakura growled.
"Especially the 'no more sex'-part seems highly unlikely with Ryou around." Yami grinned.
Bakura was not amused. "Lay one finger on him and I'll - "
"Oh come on, Bakura!" Marik interrupted him. "We all know his hikari's his everything."
"Like you two are any different." Yami retorted sharply.
"Maybe not." Marik admitted. "But *we* don't let it show all the time."
"You're simply too fond of attention, Pharaoh. You want an audience, even when you're kissing someone." Bakura added.
Yami narrowed his eyes, staring at something -or someone- over Marik's shoulder. Bakura followed his gaze, seeing a familiar blond leaning against a wall. He looked annoyed and a little flustered. Apparently he hadn't noticed the three yamis yet.
"I give him ten seconds." Yami said cryptically.
"Who? For what?" Marik inquired, confused.
[eight seconds later]
"So here are you hiding, puppy. That scared of me that you run out on me in the middle of an argument with your tail between your legs now?" Seto sneered.
Marik grinned and turned around to enjoy the show, while Yami sighed and Bakura got a pensive expression on his face.
"I'm not afraid of anything or anyone, Kaiba!" Joey spat. "Least of all you!"
To prove his point, Joey began to walk in the direction of the brunet, his hands clenched into fists even though the two of them never came to any physical blows.
Seto remained where he was, a smug look on his face.
Joey didn't see who, but someone tripped him, sending him crashing headfirst into Seto, causing them both to fall on the ground.
"Perfect ... " Bakura murmured, darting forwards.
"What ... "
"Who ... "
"Hehehehe." Bakura grinned at Marik, the only one not yelling or glaring at him. "I *knew* I'd find something useful to use them for. What do you think?"
"I think you're in deep trouble." Marik replied, wincing as Joey let out a particular vicious howl.
"Only if they get loose." Bakura beat the dust off his clothes and walked back to his seat. "And the only way to do that is by getting the key. The key that's in *my* possession."
Marik whistled appreciatively, raising his glass of cola in a congratulatory toast. Bakura grabbed for his own drink, only to be grabbed by an outraged Pharaoh instead.
"What do *you* want?" Bakura hissed, fruitlessly trying to get Yami to release his hold on him.
"The key, right now." Yami snarled. "I didn't let that Dice Guy humiliate Joey and I won't let you do it either. You're sick."
"Coming from you, that's a compliment, you know." Marik remarked.
"Mine, Ra damn you!" Bakura hissed. "Why do you always have to stick your nose in other people's business? Can't you for once sit back and enjoy the show?"
"I find no 'joy' in this. Now, the key. Or I'll have to tell Ryou his yami regretfully had a little accident. Do I make myself clear?" Yami voice was not even raised, yet it was audible all through the room. Even Seto shivered briefly, before going back to pulling at his cuff.
"Prick!" Bakura muttered. "Spoilsport!"
"You'd better give him the key before he uses Mindcrush. Not that I'd mind, of course. Might even be fun to go comfort Ryou and everything." Marik said sweetly.
"Oh, all right then." Bakura's hand disappeared into his pocket, only to come up empty again. "I don't have it with me right now." He sounded pleased, but surprised. "Sorry, Pharaoh. Seems your doggy friend will have to stay on the leash a little longer."
Red eyes hardened. "You go get that key. I will wait for you. And if you're late ... "
Bakura snorted, stumbling back when Yami shoved him away. "You really have a flair for the melodramatic. Ever considering taking to the stage?"
"Tomb-robber ... " There was a deaththreat in that single word.
"All right, all right, chill out. I'll go get it. You just keep these two from killing eachother, okay? I'll be right back." Bakura disappeared quickly.
"And you two, behave!" Yami turned his stern gaze on Joey and Seto, who were eyeing eachother with barely hidden hostility.
"Who do you think you are, ordering me around like that?" Seto demanded, more than willing to direct his anger at another target than Joey alone.
"Yeah, Yami. I can handle him." Joey added. "I don't need you to protect me or something!"
"Hmmm, seems like they actually *are* capable of agreeing on something after all. How amazing!" Marik sighed, sipping from Bakura's drink, since his own was long gone.
A/N : I just found this sitting around in my 'First chapters that might get a second one day'–folder so I thought I might as well post it and see if people would actually *want* that second chapter. ^^;