Bakura stared at Ryou for what felt like hours. Ryou sat in front of a mirror brushing his long beautiful hair. Bakura was fascinated with how the moonlight sparkled on the silver strands; it had never looked more mesmerizing. The rhythm was almost hypnotic. Stroke. Stroke. Bakura's eyes grew heavier. Stroke. Stroke. His body sank into the bed as he realised just how tired he was. He shook himself awake and continued to watch Ryou. His patience growing thin and his exhaustion growing deeper he stood up, took the brush from Ryou's hands and carried him to the bed.
"Is everything alright?" Ryou asked, sensing something was wrong but didn't know exactly what.
"What do you dream about?" Bakura asked shyly.
"Why do you ask?" Bakura took Ryou's hand in his and traced his palm with his finger.
"I've never dreamt in this body, I want to know what it's like."
"Never? But you're mortal now, you should be able to dream." Ryou looked up at Bakura who was still staring at his hand. Bakura ran his finger up and down Ryou's forearm and then continued to trace his palm. Ryou's skin tingled from Bakura's touch and the corner of his mouth twitched into a half smile.
"I haven't dreamt for so long, years, it's not so easy for me anymore. The only thing I see when I close my eyes is Yami and my defeat." Bakura wrapped his long slim fingers around Ryou's hand.
"I know. I hear you talking sometimes, in your sleep, sometimes you cry." Ryou placed his free hand on top of Bakura's and rubbed circles on the back of his hand with his thumb.
"I don't remember crying."
"That's because I wipe your eyes and try to comfort you while you sleep." Bakura blushed, embarrassed at showing weakness (he always tried to be strong for Ryou), and squeezed Ryou's hand.
"Thank you." He whispered softly.
"You're welcome." He continued to rub circles onto Bakura's hand. "If you could dream of anything in the world, what would you dream about?" Ryou expected him to say revenge against Yami or something along those lines; he didn't expect the answer he did get. Bakura blushed and closed his big brown eyes.
"You."
The radio that was playing in the background had been forgotten about, but the current song caught Ryou's attention and he began to sing.
"Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper 'I love you'
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me."
Bakura stared at Ryou, his eyes wide. He never knew Ryou had such a beautiful voice. Ryou stared into his chocolate eyes and continued to sing.
"Say 'nighty night' and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me
While I'm alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me."
Bakura blinked back tears and stared into Ryou's passionate brown eyes. Ryou placed his hands of either side of Bakura's face, smiled and pressed his soft lips against the spirits'. Bakura wrapped his arms around Ryou's waist and pulled him closer. Ryou's body surged with passion as he ran his fingers though Bakura's hair. Bakura broke away and pressed his lips against Ryou's ear.
"I love you," he breathed.
"I love you too."
Although they knew it to be true already they had never said it aloud before. Their hearts' beat as one as they let passion and lust take over them for the very first time.
As Bakura lay with his arms wrapped around Ryou, his hands caressing his soft pale skin, he hummed the song Ryou had sung to him. His eyes grew heavy and he slowly drifted into a blissful sleep. And for the first time, his mind was not filled with the shame and sorrow of his defeat; it was filled only with Ryou.