Ryou hums to the tune of 'I Touch Myself' by the DiVinyls as he walks home from school, favoring his left leg. Bullies had decided to meet up with him a couple of blocks away from his house. His house, mind you, not his home. His home was where some one loved him back. Pain is all he knows. Bullies and Bakura... Bakura... It pained him to think that Bakura would never love him. Never touch him in a loving way. Bakura touched him enough. He had the bruises and scars to prove it. Ryou fingers the bruise on his cheek. "Bakura gave me this..." he says to himself, his hand reaching towards his stomach. "And some one I barely know gave me this..." Ryou's hand returns to his face. It was strange how, even if Bakura hit him anywhere else, never, ever, had he ever hit Ryou in the face. He mulls this over, twisting the grocery bag in his hand. As he was walking home, he realized that they were out of bread. He still wonders why Bakura never hit his face. "Why?" He asks himself, Reaching his door, opening it, stepping inside, waiting for his yami to start yelling at him. No sound came from inside the house. "Bakura-sama? Are you here?" "Ryou, come here, I am in the living room." Ryou walks into the living room, facing his yami, who is sprawled upon the couch. Bakura gets up and walks to Ryou. "You are late," he says, simply, his voice like molten lava. "I...I'm sorry, Bakura-sama. It won't happen again," Ryou answers meekly. "Go upstairs, I wish to talk with you." Ryou nods, bounding up the stairs, forgetting about the bag in his hand. Bakura follows silently. They enter Ryou's room and Ryou leans against the wall. "Why were you late?" "I needed to get something from the grocery store..." he answers meekly, holding up the bag. Bakura nods. "Warn me next time you are going to be late, okay?" Ryou nods as Bakura plants both hands on the sides of Ryou's head, trapping him. He brings his hand up under Ryou's chin and lifts his head. "What happened to your face Ryou?" he asks, his hand brushing the already bruising spot on Ryou's cheek. "I... I got cornered by bullies before I got home..." Bakura's eyes darken with anger, and Ryou presses harder against the wall, whimpering. 'Please don't hit me...' Bakura's hand doesn't move from under Ryou's chin. "Do you know who did this?" "N..No." Bakura nods, running his thumb over Ryou's soft lips. "Would you be able to point out the people who did this?" "I... I believe so, Bakura-sama." "Good," Bakura purrs. /Bakura-sama? Is something wrong//No, everything is perfect, my Hikari./ Ryou jumps. "W...What did you just call me?" "My hikari," Bakura murmurs. Ryou shrinks back. "Bakura-sama, are you sure you are alright? You are not drunk, are you?" "No, Ryou, I'm perfectly sober..." Again Bakura runs his thumb across Ryou's lips and mumbles something incoherent. "What did you say, Bakura-sama?" "Stop calling me Bakura-sama. And Ryou, I said I. Love. You." With that, Bakura closes the few inches that are between his and Ryou's faces, capturing his hikari's lips in a feather like kiss, just the brief sensation of lips against lips. Ryou gasps. /W...W... What//You heard clearly what I said. Now shut up. I am going to ravish you now./ Bakura picks up Ryou and tosses him upon the bed, none to gently, jumping into it after him. Ryou lays on his back, still to shocked to do anything but watch his yami straddle him and continue to brush his lips upon his own gently. A gentle Bakura is an oxymoron, but Bakura was being gentle, not even kissing Ryou full on the lips. Finally Bakura presses his lips upon Ryou's and runs his tongue across Ryou's bottom lip. Ryou complies, opening his mouth and responding positively, letting a small moan escape his now covered mouth. Bakura shivers as his Hikari's hands slip under his shirt, his small hands massaging his stomach artfully. "Ra Ryou... Ra you are beautiful." Ryou shakes his head. "No I'm not... I am hideous, Bakura." Bakura looks Ryou in the eyes and shakes his head. "I don't want to hear another thing like that come out of your mouth, ever again, hikari. Now, back to what we were doing..." Bakura unbuttons Ryou's shirt, slipping it off of his lithe form, running his hands over his Hikari's stomach and chest, avoiding the dark patches of bruised skin. His brow furrows with regret. He places a small kiss on Ryou's cheek, trailing kisses down his neck, nipping and sucking on his alabaster neck lovingly. He then moves downward and places his mouth upon one of Ryou's nipples, teasing the small nub with his tongue playfully, using his hand to rub on Ryou's other nipple. In turn, his soon to be lover arches his back and lets out a moan. "K...Kura!" Ryou gasps out. /I still say you talk to much Hikari./ Bakura says through their mind link. He grinds together their hips, receiving another gasp of pleasure from Ryou. He reaches to unbuckle Ryou's pants and... Near the door some one clears their throat. Ryou looks up, hiccups softly and blushes red. "H... Hello Yami, Yuugi..." Bakura looks up and sweat drops. "Get the hell outta here Pharaoh. I'm busy." "I see that, Tomb robber. We are here to see Ryou." "He is busy to." "Ummm... You want to wait in the living room? I will be down in a minute," Ryou says. Yuugi nods and tugs on his Yami's sleeve. "No he won't!" "Don't listen to him!" Ryou, true to his word, is down in less than a minute. Yami is the first to speak. "Hey, Ryou, you have a bunch of hickies of your neck. How the hell did you convince him to let you go?" Ryou bushed even harder, if possible. "We made a deal... I have ten minutes." "Sooo... Ryou... You and Bakura are... Together?" Yuugi asks. "I didn't know." Ryou rubs the back of his head. "Me either." "What?" Yami takes his turn to talk. "I jumped him when he got home!" Bakura yells from the kitchen. "Oh yeah, Ryou, your diary!" The book comes flying from the kitchen and Ryou just barely catches it. He notices a small piece of paper sticking out of the diary. Yami and Yuugi lean forward and look at Ryou, who opens up his diary to read the slip of paper. He drops it and stomps to the kitchen while yelling. "BAKURA! YOU READ MY DIARY!"