Whap!
Warning: Shounen-ai RxB, lame title, and hints at sex.
Ryou's cooking was always great he was just astounding. Bakura loved everything that was put on the table before him whether it was something Ryou spent hours trying to make, or if it was something that took him minuets. Bakura just couldn't get enough.
Of course, with everything that's wonderful there's always some kind of downside to it. In this case it was washing the dishes. Bakura had whined about getting a dishwasher to save them the trouble, but Ryou said they couldn't afford it. So they were stuck with the chore. However, Ryou felt kind enough to allow Bakura to only have to dry the dishes, not that that job was any more pleasant, but it was easier
One time Bakura had refused to do it entirely, which erupted into an argument. Eventually Ryou broke off the argument with those dreaded words, "Fine then, if you won't do anything for me, then I won't do anything for you!" Ryou had stalked off to his room leaving Bakura the couch to sleep on. Naturally, the dishes were dried and put away by the morning and Ryou forgave him. After that Bakura decided it was best to avoid repeating that whole ordeal.
Today, of course, was no exception to the way things went that evening. After eating a delicious supper the empty plates were brought to the sink, the water began to run, and Ryou began to scrub away the remnants of their food. Bakura waited patiently for each plate to be passed his way before wiping it down and placing it where it belonged in the cupboards.
Then Ryou would get to those annoying pots with the food that had been thoroughly caked to the bottom, and Bakura tried to wait patiently, he really did, but it was just so boring just standing there. He began to pace around while Ryou continued his desperate scrubbing. Bakura shifted from foot to foot, irritated, before whipping the towel from side to side. He continued his pacing once more watching as the towel danced around before his eyes.
Whap!
Bakura watched in fascination as the towel assaulted Ryou's back before he flung it back the other way. Ryou twitched to Bakura's amusement, so he did it again and again. Eventually Ryou turned from his task as Bakura hit him again, "Stop it Bakura." Ryou said seriously, "You're making me all wet!"
This time the towel did not return to it's mark, and instead it fluttered to the floor harmlessly. Ryou blushed bright red; "I-I didn't mean it like that!" Ryou squeaked when he saw the evil grin his Yami was giving him, but it was too late to change Bakura's mind; the Yami was already descending for a kiss.
Ryou did, at first, have the intention of pushing Bakura away to continue his task of cleaning the dishes, but when he placed his hand on Bakura's chest to push him away he couldn't help but linger there. Soon his hands had slid their way up his neck and he was pulling Bakura closer.
Without much thought from either of them they moved slowly into the living room and over to the couch. They plopped down on the couch and resumed their enjoyable kiss.
When they broke apart Bakura pulled Ryou to his chest and they cuddled one another causing Ryou to smile happily and nuzzle into Bakura's pale neck, "I love you Bakura." he murmured.
"I love you too." Bakura replied happily clutching Ryou's hand, this was perfect: he had Ryou curled up all cozy with him, and he did not have to finish his chore.
Life was good...
"Bakura." Ryou began, "This doesn't mean that you're off the hook. You still have a job to do."
...or so he thought.
Ryou smiled and pulled away heading back into the kitchen to continue his work, meanwhile Bakura pouted, so much for his perfect evening. Sighing Bakura got up to finish his task.
---The End---
