Title: White
Gold.
Fandom:Yu-Gi-Oh.
Characters:
Ryou, Bakura.
Rating:
Light R.
Gerne:
Romance.
Notes: Today
I was working with the hardest part of Random's birthday fic (which
is sucking the soul out of my bones), adding the quotes between the
scenes. And while I was at it, I found one that was just perfect for
this pairing. A bit random, but that's the main purpose of this
thing. Hope you like it.
White
Gold.
"One
seeks to make the loved one entirely happy, or, if that cannot be,
entirely wretched."
It's late, well past midnight, but Bakura rarely slept at night. Tonight, however, the reason for this is different than usual. He's not trying to get into a museum or a store, or evading security or running a bike at high speed in the outskirts of town.
Tonight, he's trying to cool his body down enough so he can sleep.
He could tell Ryou to move away, since he's pressed tightly against him and not helping matters much, but he doesn't really want to. Ryou's hair is pale and silvery, plastered against his forehead as he snores softly.
Bakura has never told Ryou, but he likes his hair a lot. It's softer and a lot tamer than his own, and it really feels good to let it run between his fingers. He never tells Ryow, because he figures he knows already, with Bakura petting him all the time. Another thing he likes about his Hikari is his smile. Ryou smiles and the whole room brightens, and also, it's not just one smile, he has many. Mischievous or exasperated with going out in public with him or embarrassed when they are caught doing something improper, or that not-quite-smirk he can pull off whenever Bakura says something snide.
Bakura wonders if he's insane, because he knows for a fact what he feels for Ryou isn't normal. No Yami felt like that for a Hikari.
The Pharaoh adores his, protecting and spoiling it as best as he could, and Yami Marik tortured his to try and make him stronger. To his knowledge, Bakura stands in between. He knows how to make Ryou's life so miserable the boy ends up standing for himself eventually, and be gentle enough to make him melt into his hands.
Like he did a few hours prior.
Bakura muses on this, mostly because he wants to understand himself. His mood swings are erratic and it's even irritating to himself, to be almost content one moment, seething with rage the next. He knows Ryou has something to do with it, but he cannot figure out what or why.
Heaving a sigh, Bakura glances at a small ank shaped necklace in the bed stand. Ryou got him that for their anniversary two years prior, and he still hasn't figured out how he feels about it. It's a fairly delicate necklace, something Bakura wouldn't have taken for himself, but he knows it fits him well. Also, it's made of white gold, so it's valuable without being painful to look at. Bakura never quite figured out how Ryou knew he hated looking at yellow gold, but it's grateful, at some degree, for it.
"'Kura?" The sleepy voice drags him back to their shared room, making him groan as Ryou twists against him.
"Don't shorten my name," He bites back instead, gruffly.
"Sorry," Ryou yawned as he sat back on his lap, hair plastered to his skin.
Unconsciously, Bakura feels his eyes travel up and down his body, his traitorous mind providing details of the hours prior. He licks his suddenly dry lips, wondering what in the world is he waiting to get rid of the potential menace his Hikari has become. He could betray him any time, with all the freedom he's gained and all the silly trust Bakura has unconsciously given him.
"Go back to sleep," He orders through narrowed eyes, once more allowing the boy to nest against him.
But Bakura knows that Ryou won't hurt him, despite everything that has happened. Because Ryou, like the small ank necklace, is made of white gold.