Alone Together

14: Insults and British lingo

Btw, this is not going to be a mpreg fic. This is just Marik's idiocy spreading like the bubonic plague.
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Ryou set the food on the counter, when the next thing he knew Mariku was behind him, purring softly and practically breathing down his neck, sending shivers down his spine. "Do you wanna find out?"

"Mariku!" He scolded and lightly hit him in the chest, which did nothing. "I'm surprised at you!" He felt bad for lashing out when he saw him laughing -either at Ryou's reaction or his weak little arms.

"I'm only kidding, Creampuff. Calm down. Obviously that's impossible."
Sighing, Ryou turned and ate the fallen fries from the bag, but Mariku bit his lip and added, "But you didn't say no...did you?"

He turned around and looked at him sternly. "No." Ryou handed Mariku a plate of fries that he bought earlier. "Want some?"

Instead of thanking him or commenting on how he bought him something in the first place, he said, "You're logic isn't like most people's, Creampuff. I flirt with you, quite sexually, might I add. You play uninterested. And then you buy me food."

"I'm not playing anything. You get food from the kindness of my heart, Mariku. Not the way you flirt. Besides, I'm not going to eat these all by myself." Ryou thought for a moment before realizing. "Sorry, I should've called to ask."

"It's fine." He grinned. "So, why are you so curious as to how you can procreate? Are you planning something, Creampuff?"

"No, I'm not asking for me. I was just asking because some bloke and his...boyfriend, I'm assuming, were at work and one thought the other got him pregnant."

Mariku started to laugh. "Really?"

"The other one told him that it was probably just some hangover stuff. I mean, it's why they bought medicine...and some soup."

Ryou looked over to see Mariku staring at him. "Why are you telling me what they bought?"

Awkwardly, he shrugged. "I don't know. A follow up conversation topic, I guess."

"That's stupid."

"Oh." Then, he smiled, "We're conversing right now, aren't we?"

"You think you're real smart, don't you?"

When he said this, Ryou's grin faded and he looked down again. Mariku wore the grin now, knowing that if he kept it up, Ryou would be under his control.

Ryou frowned, stepping back to put away the rest of his stuff. He saw that the pan was empty, except for the pancakes. Everything else was gone, though. The eggs, bacon, and sausage were all gone from the kitchen.

"So, you did eat breakfast, then?" Ryou couldn't help but smile at Mariku, despite his awful attitude. "Did you like it?"

He shrugged. "I've had better."

To mask his offense, Ryou said, "Well, it's a good thing that I don't work at a restaurant or something." Then he gave a halfhearted laugh and plopped onto the couch. Hoping it would change the awful conversation of Ryou's okay cooking, he asked, "So, what're you watching?"

"People cooking better than you can."

"Oh." Ryou laughed and said, "That's probably what landed them on the telly."

Mariku looked at him in disbelief. "The what?"

"You know," Ryou gestured to the TV. "Their cooking."