Peppermint schnapps in hot cocoa is a great thing, it's a wonderful thing; it turns the snowfall outside into a playground, a wonderland of dancing, sparkling flakes. And anyone else would already be out there; they'd have grabbed a scarf and some gloves, and they'd have the snowman half built already; but Bakura is boring.
Ryou grabs his arm. "Come on." Giggling, faintly unsteady, "let's play in the snow." He tries for puppy-eyes. "I'll let you duck me." Bakura shakes him off.
"Go away." The schnapps must not be affecting him, because why's he so calm? How can he just sit there, with all that fun outside? "I'm busy."
"You're boring." Ryou yanks one more time. "That's what you are; you're no fun at all." Only he should have thought twice before he went out and grabbed that snowball and stuffed it into his face, because what happens next isn't fun, and you couldn't call it play, not really; who would use a word like that to describe being stripped naked, being rolled around in a snowdrift three feet deep, and being fucked slowly until your ass is about ready to freeze off and you swear you're going to die of hypothermia.
"There, I played in the snow." Bakura gets off him. "Are you happy now?"
"Yeah," Ryou's teeth are chattering. "I'm h-happy." Blue fingers wrapped around bluer arms, he follows him back into the house.
"Good." Bakura shuts the door. "Serves you right." Starting the water for a hot bath, "now get your ass in there before you freeze. And if you say you're sorry, I might get in with you."