Ryou was cooking in the kitchen for Jounouchi's birthday, grumbling as he went about people immediately assuming that just because he was British he cooked better than them. Never mind that he could cook better than any of them, knowing this from Yugi's sad attempt at spaghetti and the subsequent Chinese take out that followed, but it sucked that every one assumed it just because he felt it was perfectly acceptable to say cheerio when not talking about the cereal. "Ryou?"
Ryou didn't even bother to look up; his yami's voice was a very distinct thing, and no one he had met so far could even come close to copying it. It didn't particularly bother Ryou that he hadn't heard footsteps, as he rarely did with Bakura, and had gotten used the sudden appearance and disappearance of the former thief king. "Yes yami?"
"Ryou?"
"Yes, yami?"
"Ryou?"
Getting slightly annoyed now, Ryou put down his Wisk and turned to face Bakura with what he hoped was a stern expression, though he doubted it. "Yes, yami, what is it that you want?" Bakura seemed to think this was an invitation; he immediately strode forward and captured Ryou's lips with his own wrapping his arms around his hiker to deepen it. Ryou was temporarily surprised, but then relaxed, intertwining his fingers in Bakura's hair. This continued for some time until Ryou made a light attempt to pull away and Bakura let him, grinning from ear to ear. "Ryou?"
"Yes, yami?"
"Don't do that with anyone else."
"I don't plan to."