Hi everyone! Sorry for the long waits for updates on my DMC3 fanfics... And kinda 'forgotten' YGO ones... I'm terribly sorry, I have so damn much on my mind right now... I promise to write more chapters... BUT! Here we have a shota fic! About Ryou and Bakura ofcourse! (This is a work in progress: Meaning, it will take quite some time to be updated, and or, finished!!!)

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Bakura sang a frustrated tune to himself, as he sat on the balcony with his dear friend YamiMarik. He thought about many things, one of those things was about his little friend, Ryou.

Even though he knew that Ryou was only a child, and that Bakura was far more older then him, the white haired male had a difficult time keeping his feelings inside.

He wanted to cuddle the little one, he wanted to hold him, to make him feel safe, and he wanted do to things to his Light that most people would lable as inapropiate.

Ryou was, after all, a minor. He had just celebrated his birthday: 9 years old, and everyone called him abig boy now.

Bakura was 18 years old. Far more experienced and edjucated then the tiny, fragile and far to innocent one.

"What's going on in that troubled mind of yours, 'Kura?" YamiMarik smiled, stroking back his bangs from his deep lavendel-purple eyes that could see through anything.

"Oh, nothing in particular."

"Ah, and so you say? Then what can it be that you're thinking about, I wonder?" The smile turned into a confident smirk as he took another drag from his cigarette. YamiMarik had always enjoyed playng tricks with other peoples sanity.

"Give it a rest, would you? Why so curious all of a sudden, anyways?" Bakura frowned, throwing away his unlit smoke.

"Well… You always have that far away stare when you're thinking about a ceirtan someone… A ceirtan young boy with hair that reaches down to his chin and with cheeks that always have a slight hint of pink in them…"

Bakura cursed. "How do you know everything?"

YamiMarik laughed in the his own evil way and slapped Bakura friendly on a chin. "Because he's all you ever thing about, my little cupcake."

Bakura looked furious for a while, but didn't bother putting up a fight. Because who wasn't standing, smiling brightly in the doorway?

"Hi, sweetie! Or should I begin to call you, the big boy, now?" YamiMarik laughed and gave Ryou a big and warm hug before entering the house to get something to eat, and to leave the other two boys alone.

"Well, how is the birthday boy then?" Bakura put on a smile, his tough exterior, his thin, fake wall.

"Good!" Ryou beamed, jumping down beside him and began to sing 'Happy Birthday' in a low voice.

Bakura laughed slighty, only to feel very uncomfortable when the little boy surprisingly crawled into his lap.

"Eh, Ryou?"

"Yeees?" His white teeth sparkled.

"I… I need to ask you something."

Ryous suddenly looked serious. "'Kura can ask anything!"

"When sitting in my lap, I want you to sit completely still. Can you promise me that?"

The young boy blinked, confusion written all over his childish features. "Why?"

Bakura cleared his throat. "It's because… Well, you know… You're a boy yourself…"

"Eh… Ofcourse I'm a boy…! Is 'Kura sick? Why can't I wiggle in your lap?" To prove how confused Ryou was, he carefully did just that: wiggled. And he put a lot of heart into it to…

Bakura rolled his eyes in the most tormented way he could come up with and bit down softly on a knuckle. "N-No, I'm not sick, I'm completely healthy, but it's… Ryou, this is torture!" He sighed, sounding very upset and frustrated.

Big chocolate pools looked down. "Hm… what's this?"

Ryou pointed. To Bakuras horror.

All Bakura wanted right now was to hide away in a dark, depressing, deep abyss to never, ever see the sun again. Why, did it have to say "Hi!" right now, at a moment like this? When, finally, he was alone with Ryou, the little cute… attractive, droolable brat had awoken those slumbering feelings. Again… Damn. It.

He was not in the mood on having to tell Ryou about what that hard thing in his lap was, and why it was in that state. He couldn't say: "It's hard as a rock because it likes you, Ryou!" Well… That was more or less the truth. But he couldn't very well say that, could he?!

And to, either annoy the crap out of him, or just to rub it in, Ryou began poking. On his very eager… stick.

But suddenly Ryou face lit up, as if he understood everything…!

"Oh, so you mean… Ryou is a boy, and he have that… dodgy thing between his legs, and 'Kura has one to, because he is a boy… to?"

"Wow, Ryou has figured it out… C-Could you just get of, please? Be nice to 'Kura now… B-Be nice…"

"But Ryous thing is always like, soft… Why is 'Kuras so hard?"

Ryou poked again.

Bakura groaned. "Stop that, please."

"Why?" Ryou poked one more time.

Bakura was close to breaking point. "B-Because that makes me want to… Argh, Ryou, could you just please stop touching it like that?" Here he was, panicking.

"Why, does it… hurt 'Kura?"

"Yes! Yes, exactly! It hurts!" Bakura blurted out, but immediately regretted it, as he saw the little one pulling away, looking awfully hurt and worried.

"I'm sorry… Ryou will promise to never do that again…" His voice cracked with hints of surpressed tears. "B-But Ryou is just curious, why it is like that…"

Bakura groaned and tried to make his voice as reasuring as he possibly could. "It is like that because… It literally says that he's happy and likes to… uhm… be around you. Gh… It's hard because it wants to get Ryous attention… Y-You'll understand when you're older…"

Ryou blinked, for the second time this morning, and stared into Bakuras lap. "It likes when Ryou sits… on it?" He slowly bent his head to the side and carefully poked it again.

"Did you say it hurt when Ryou did like this?" He poked, yet again.

"Well it… It's not that kind of pain, it's not at all like when you for example, trip and scratch your knee…"

"Oh, so it feels different?"

"Yeah. It kind of feels… so good it hurts… You understand?"

Ryou sat there, quiet, still poking, but stoped as soon as he realised what it was that he was doing. Sort of doing. He hadn't quite got that with how exactly it could go from that soft to that hard, but it was something about liking Ryou… And if it felt so good it hurt Bakura, Ryou wasn't sure that he wanted to poke anymore.

Bakura exhailed deeply, now that the torture was over, and removed his jacket and roled it together to look like a little pillow, and placed it to cover up his crotch.

"I'm sorry again if I hurt 'Kura…" Ryou whispered, curling up beside his older friend, to wrap small arms around the muscular, yet thin frame in a tight embrace.