Ryou trotted along home with his bag of groceries; a resupply of assorted fruits and vegetables, bread, meat and lots of milk. Lots of it. The weather was teeter-tottering between humid and windy. Mm, nothing beats like hot air whipping across your face, Ryou thought. The sun had begun to set when he arrived to his doorstep, rummaging through his pockets for his keys. However, before he could grab onto them, the door flew open revealing a scruffy-looking man with nothing on but his boxers. His eyes were dazed but not without a hint of malicious tones within them.

Before, Ryou could speak; Bakura grabbed the grocery bags out of his hand. Thrilled to see Bakura finally giving a helping hand, the younger man's face lit up only to drop almost immediately when Bakura furiously looked for and grabbed the 3 milk cartons and walked back inside, leaving a messy array of groceries on the floor.

Ryou picked up the groceries that fell on the outside of his doorstep and closed the door with a sigh. He picked up the remaining ones and put them back in the bag, only to throw them back out on the countertop in the kitchen.

"Hey."

Ryou shrieked at the sudden voice.

"Hoooo-ly, no need to scream."

"I didn't scream. Just don't pop out like that-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You got me homo milk." The older man held up a carton and threw the other two on the countertop to emphasize his clear concern.

"Yes?" Ryou looked at the milk carton in question and wondered what could be wrong.

"I don't want homo milk. Get something else."

"What? What's wrong with it?"

"It's gay."

Ryou stared in disbelief. "You refuse to drink this…because you think it's gay? I do hope you realize that it's just homogenized milk, nothing to do with the sexual orientation at all. Even if it did, last time I checked, you're pretty g-"

"-Oh Ryou, continue on and I'll trash your car. Remember Darcy?"

Ryou winced when Darcy was mentioned. The 1991 red Chevy Caprice was his first. It was run down, but he cherished it with all his heart and lovingly named it. However, it was ultimately destroyed after Bakura rammed it into some guy who flipped him a finger on the freeway.

"It was on sale, Bakura. Can you just deal with it?"

"I'm not drinking it."

"Well, I can't either. You know I hate this stuff."

"That's too fucking bad, then." Bakura threw the carton he was holding onto the countertop and walked back into his room.

"Bakura! Ugh, geez." Ryou looked at the milk cartons. What the hell was he going to do with them? Go back to grocery store and say 'Oh hey, I'mma just return these milk cartons back to you because my boyfriend is a homophobe'. Bakura was driving Ryou nuts and the heat in the house that was beginning to form was not helping either.

His cell phone vibrated in his pocket while he was storing the milk cartons in and the rest of the groceries into the fridge.

"Hello?" picked up Ryou.

"Hey, it's Yami. Just confirming if you and Bakura are still coming."

"Oh, hey. Yeah, yeah. I'm still in. I'll double check with Bakura, but I'm sure he's still coming."

"Alright, see you soon."

Yami and Yugi were throwing a party in celebration to the new house they were moving into. Ryou never saw the place himself, but Yugi said it was very homey and in a small neighbourhood, that's only a short bike ride back into the heart of Domino City.

Ryou, however, lied about Bakura. The older one hated such a cheesy party setting. Any party as a matter of fact; even the underground, drunken, junky types that society would usually bump him in with.

"A party? You want me to go a party? Oh yes, let's go to a party, so I can immerse myself in alcohol and drugs with a bunch of egotistical dimwits with half-baked social skills and we can all paint each other's shoes with rainbow coloured vomit. And hey look, there's those girls from school, who's always constantly demanding respect from people, wearing 4 inch squared of clothing over there! I think this is an absolute appropriate time to give them that now." …Bakura would describe. One might even dare call him a hipster, although whoever would, wouldn't be able to see the next sunlight.

The rest of the evening was uneventful. Ryou did his homework while putting on anime in the background. Not a single word from Bakura was heard and Ryou was beginning to wonder what the stubborn bastard was up to. After finishing his homework, Ryou turned off the anime and cleaned himself up before heading into the bedroom.

A gust of A/C air blew in Ryou's face and left him with goose bumps. On the bed, a body was sprawled across, leaving only an ounce of space for Ryou himself. The younger boy frowned and sighed. Ryou quietly left the room with a slight shiver. The temperature of his body slowly went up as he took out a thin blanket and a pillow out of the closet. The white-haired boy settled on the couch and lied down. Fucking Bakura and his long arms and long legs.

It was hot. Too hot. It was fucking unbelievable. Ryou silently damned himself for being too generous to wake up Bakura. Ryou took off his shirt and pushed the blanket slightly off his body. Ryou took a brief glance at his cellphone. It glared 12:49am back at him. Ryou groaned and despaired for the next 7 hours of constant, sweaty, uncomfortable fidgeting he'd be doing. Feeling drowsy again, Ryou decided to go back to sleep.

After a few hours into the humidity, footsteps could be heard through the living room. The figure looked at the sleeping Ryou.

"Nngh, aah.."

"You like that, babe?"

"Mm, ahh…Yeah…-What." Ryou looked down to witness Bakura licking his nipples. "B-Bakura! Wha…You…," Ryou was becoming exasperated. "…Bakuraa…please, I'm so tired. Stop violating me in the middle of the night. A school night, at that. Just because you're suspended doesn't mean you can just drag me down with you. I actually want a future."

"Stop whining, I'm just making use of my possessions or else it'll get lonely and sleep on the couch."

"I'm not your fucking property for the whatever-ieth time, Bakura. I was only on the couch because some idiot was taking up all the space of a king sized bed. This…stupid fucking idiot…"

"What about him?" Bakura teasingly asked, until he noticed Ryou tears.

"This idiot is always stubborn…so evil. Doesn't even welcome me home, or help me with my groceries after making me buy milk for him and then complaining to me how it's too fucking gay. What the hell is that supposed to mean? What about my $6.90? How do you think it would feel if it knew it didn't have to been spent on stupid milk that no one's going to drink? Huh? I mean, I could've spent it on something else…like, gum or something…-Damn it…!" Ryou groaned and sniffed. The mixture of heat and sleep was hitting him hard.

"…What? Oh jeez, why are you such a blistering love sap? What do you want me to do? Apologize? Give me a life's fortune, and that won't ever happen."

"Let me sleep…" muttered the younger boy, clearly going to be knocked unconscious in a few seconds.

Bakura stared at Ryou before the younger drifted off.

"Hmph…"

A/N: YEAH, SO first ever BxR fanfic. Yay. I'd never have started if it weren't for some fabulous others I've fangirl'd my way through that influenced me. I'm still pretty new on how about to write Ryou and Bakura's character. I've been witnessing mostly 'sweet, kind, vulnerable' Ryou and 'violent, this-is-me-giving-a-damn, malicious' Bakura…So basically their actual characters from the Yu-Gi-Oh series. Herp derp.

Anyways, readers could probably notice me trying to sneak in some sex scene at the end, but I actually have never written an actual lemon, so that's me avoiding it! Yay!

I'll be continuing this for one more chapter (or two, less likely though), so please, please, please, please review on what I've done so far or else I'll be biting my nails on paranoia until they become non-existent! Thanks for reading!