Number three!
It's short, but I really went blank on this my friends.
It was chilly outside, and the ice was slick underneath his feet as he tried to stand. A gentle hand caught it, helping him. The white-haired man blushed at needing help, but said nothing as the ginger tried to teach him how to ice-skate. It was slow-going at first, with slow, measured streaks upon the ice. Soon though, they were laughing, and skating on the ice-like they were born too. They glided side-by-side, and all Bakura could think was 'God, he's beautiful.' every time he would turn around and laugh. Or whenever he'd almost slip and fall, a grin would break out on his face as if nothing happened. 'My china doll.' the white-haired man had to come to think of him as. So absorbed in watching the other, he tripped over his own skates, crashing into a wall of snow. He swore audibly, falling back and landing on the ice.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" Kaoru asked, skating over to help him. He turned his face up, cradling it in his hands. Bakura looked into the copper eyes and sighed.
"I'm fine." Kaoru helped him to his feet, brushing the melting snow off of him.
"You've got to watch where you're going." Kaoru chastised, huffing when Bakura brushed him off. He gently ran his hands over the others face, making sure he wasn't bleeding or anything. Bakura turned his head, pressing kisses to the appendages. Kaoru withdrew his hand, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks. "What are you doing?!" he asked, the gentle hand taking the others in his own. Bakura's brown eyes caught the warm copper ones with his own, and Kaoru held his breath, wondering what the other was going to do. Cold lips met his own, sending a shiver down his spine. Demanding as always, the tongue pushed past his lips, mapping out his map, hands clutching the other to himself. Kaoru let out a soft sigh, twining his arms around the others neck, as Bakura's own hands traveled up to tug on his red hair. Kaoru obeyed, opening his mouth up wide for the other to explore. He knew he shouldn't want, no need this. But he did. Wandering hands traveled down to gently cup his ass, and Kaoru knew what he wanted, and was all to happy to give it to him.
He felt Bakura drag him inside, hands all over him as he pushed him against a tapestry hanging on the wall, hooking his arms under his knees, kiss still firm and demanding. Kaoru grunted as Bakura ground against him, breaking the kiss to lick down the others neck. It may have went farther, Kaoru knew that he wanted it too, if not for an interruption.
For some reason or another, the nursemaids grandson had found a bow, along with the arrows. It must of took him hours too find, but when he did find it, he found it all too fun to play with, running down the hallways, shooting at suits of armor and lodging the feathered things in the small nooks and crannies. That is, until one hit the breastplate, ricocheting off and imbedding itself in the wall right beside the two, breaking the heated spell.
"CHIP!" Bakura roared, nearly dropping Kaoru. "WHEN I FIND YOU-" and that was all it took to get the boy running away from his current position, as far and fast as he could, praying to find a place to hide until the master calmed down.
Shoot me now. I hated it! T.T
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