Mew: Just a short oneshot for those who are too impatient to wait for the next chapter of whatever I'm working on right now. I get the same way about my favorite fictions, so don't feel bad or anything.

Draiku: I don't. All of you should feel extreme guilt right now for making us slave over the keyboard, day after day, hour after hour…our fingers are raw, you know.

Mew: Shut up. –slaps Draiku-

Disclaimer: Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Sadly.

Hate It

"What do you want?" I asked dully, staring at the pale, tall man standing in front of me. He smirked evilly.

"You know what I want," he replied, that evil smirk widening into a grin of utmost amusement. I narrowed my eyes.

"No," I said simply, lying down on the couch and turning away from him. The dark figure stepped closer to me and rested his hand on my shoulder. I shuddered at the touch.

God…I hate him. I hate everything about him.

"Don't you turn away from me," he growled, his grip on my shoulder tightening slowly.

"I'll do what I want."

"I own you, host. Not the other way around," he insisted with a menacing glare.

I can't stand him…and what he does to me.

"How can you be so sure?" I replied, looking up at him through hate-filled eyes. "I could throw it away, sell it at a pawn shop. It's gold. It's surely worth a lot." He suddenly looked like he was furious and worried at the same time.

"You wouldn't dare."

"And you know that how?"

"Your late father gave it to you as a gift. You'd never throw it away." I sneered at him, and he just sneered back.

And yet…

"True," I said, after a moment's consideration, my sneer becoming a thoughtful expression. The spirit smirked, satisfied. I sat up and glared at him. "However, you've become even more of a nuisance. I might just have you exorcized from it." His eyes grew large. Figures. All thieves were superstitious, some more than others. Thankfully, this particular thief was the kind who carried a severed rabbit's foot in his back pocket every hour of every day.

...Why do I crave it so?

"You wouldn't dare!" he said again. I smirked evilly. The tables had turned.

"Why not? I'd keep my valued possession, and I'd get rid of you at the same time," I said. His eye twitched slightly, much to my amusement. Suddenly, he laughed. It wasn't a normal laugh, more like a triumphant-yet-relieved laugh.

"I know that you like it," he said, glaring. I flinched, quite visibly. "You moan my name each time I do it to you."

Why do I enjoy these unnatural—these lustful—feelings? I hate him, after all…

"No, I don't," I insisted, trying to keep a straight face. I closed my eyes—they gave me away, sometimes.

"'Bakura, oh god. Yes, yes,'" he replied, imitating my voice. "'Harder, faster!' I know that you like it." I bit my lower lip slightly.

...But why do I beg for more?

"Well," I said, my mind racing, "how do you explain the whole, 'Ryou, Ryou. I love you. Oh gods, I love you,' thing?" I reopened my eyes to see his bewildered expression. His eyes darted back and forth.

"I do not love," he finally said, swallowing. I smirked and raised my eyebrows coyly at him.

"Then why do you say that?" He had no answer.

And more importantly, why does he say that?

Finally, Bakura lunged forward. He landed on top of me, and pinned my wrists to the back of the couch. I flinched and glared, but couldn't deny that a wave of pure excitement traversed throughout my whole body.

"You tell me why you enjoy it," he said, smirking at me lustfully, "and I'll tell you why I say that." He craned his neck and gently kissed my lips. I numbly kissed back.

Maybe I've gone mad, just as mad as he is...

"You aren't going to let me tell you why I enjoy it," I stated with a glare, after he pulled away gently.

"Not until we're finished here," he replied.

"Fine. Fair enough," I said, pretending to be angry. He just chuckled.

"Oh, shut up."

...Madly in love, that is.

End

Mew: So there you have it. A short, romantic oneshot between Bakura and Ryou. I…compulsively wrote this at one in the morning, so if there are any errors (I checked over it a couple of times, but I still might have missed some), please notify me. Thanks in advance!

Draiku: She hates grammar-check on Word. It's the twenty-first law of physics.

Mew: There are twenty one now?

Draiku: -nods- Yup.

Mew: Hm. Odd.

Yoko: Thanks for reading, and please remember to R&R! –grin-