white peach
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teehee, written in the wee hours of the morning. short and incoherent. everything's juuust peachy.
"Are too."
"Am not!"
"Are too."
"Am not, dammit! Bakura!"
"I know best."
"Hah. My bloody arse you do!"
Bakura grinned perversely – was that even possible?
Ryou wanted to hit him.
He had been eating when he'd realized it. That Ryou was like a white peach. In fact, he had been eating a white peach… when he figured out that Ryou was, well, like a white peach. And now he believed very strongly in the idea that Ryou and white peaches had a lot in common. Unfortunately, Ryou did not see things eye-to-eye with Bakura all of the time. Or most of the time, for that matter.
"Give me one example of how I even remotely resemble a stupid fruit!"
"Well, you're white," Bakura informed Ryou matter-of-factly, crossing his arms.
"What." Ryou was spluttering now. "I am not – " he began.
Bakura looked pointedly at Ryou's hair. Which was also Bakura's hair. Their hair.
"Our hair," he told Ryou helpfully. Duh. "Our hair is white."
Ryou turned pinkish-red. "Okay, but that's only in the name! They're not white white like our hair. On the inside it's like… not exactly white. And then on the outside they're rosy and pink and soft and – "
Bakura held out a mirror.
" – fuzzy." Ryou shut up.
"Oh, and for the count," Bakura whispered, leaning in, "you are soft. And fuzzy." He stroked Ryou's cheek with the back of a long finger, eyes mocking, practically purring. Ryou was positively fuming.
"And, yadonushi…." Bakura took another white peach from the fruit bowl and bit down into the soft, sweet flesh, all the while looking at Ryou. "You're sweet. And very, very succulent." His tongue flicked to the corner of his mouth to catch the juice trickling down as he tipped forward a little closer to Ryou's face. The next thing Ryou knew, he was being kissed.
And it was, he grudgingly admitted, a very good kiss. He could taste the peachy flavor – which wasn't tangy like yellow peaches in the slightest – still lingering in Bakura's very warm, very unignorable mouth. Peachiness. Gods, he hated that mouth sometimes.
Bakura stopped and drew back. "As for your previous argument… the inside," – and Ryou wondered then when the buttons on his shirt had all been undone – "is like your skin." Bakura declared this last fact rather conclusively. He took another bite of peach, and then held it up for comparison. He of all people would know.
Ryou didn't say anything. Bakura slid the rest of the shirt down his shoulders for him.
"Admit it Ryou, you're very white and very peachy."
"Why, just because you say so?" It was his last attempt. He was really no good at arguing. At least, not against Bakura.
"Yes. Because I say so and because I am the evil-genius-future-ruler-of-the-world…!"
Bakura let out a small cackle. It was a cute cackle, Ryou decided. He could let Bakura dream his silly, silly dreams if he cackled like that.
"I told you. I know best."
"Mm… you know best," Ryou agreed absentmindedly. He took a small bite of the peach Bakura shoved in front of his face. Where had his pants gone?
Bakura swooped in for another kiss.
Ryou had always thought Bakura was irresistible when he was being devious and defiant and scheme-y.
Bakura thought that the entire thing was rather brilliant and that maybe he deserved a gold star after this for his genius.
hehehe yes, baku-chan is very berry smart. he used the word 'succulent'! sounds strange coming out of his mouth, but i couldn't think of anything else at the time.
suggestions questions comments thoughts? )
6.9.07. -- once again, old. heh.