Chapter 2
Two boys who looked so much alike but also so different starred at each other from across the room. The smaller, more fragile looking one was blushing a deep shade of crimson while the taller and more menacing one looked at him with dark brown eyes. "B-Bakura I d-didn't hear you come in!" Ryou lightly said, looking away in an attempt to hide his face. He desperately hoped the darker one hadn't heard what Malik had forced him to admit let alone how it affected him…
Bakura looked his Hikari over, eyes falling on the boys red cheeks and then lower… A small grin crept onto his face as he walked over towards the boy and spoke again. "Well?"
Ryou quickly turned his head and soon regretted it as he realized just how close Bakura was to him. He instinctively backed up against the couch, trying to pretend he had no idea what Bakura was talking about. "W-Well what?"
"Don't play dumb landlord…" Bakura muttered, leaning closer to Ryou. When the light was completely backed against the couch, the former tomb robber moved his head next to Ryou's ear and half growled, the sound being low and sending shivers down Ryou's spine. "What was Malik going on and on about?" Ryou whimpered a little, clearly uncomfortable. He wanted to lean into his Yami but wasn't all too sure what he was supposed to do. So he settled for closing his eyes and trying to stop his body from trembling with excitement.
Bakura peeked at his former host and when he saw Ryou wasn't going to talk, he pushed the boy back against the couch more. "Do you want me to do to you what Malik suggested?" The darker one smirked but kept his mouth against Ryou's neck right under his ear.
"I-I… It was a g-game! M-Malik was just t-taking it t-to far! I-I was t-trying to sh-shut him u-up!"
The thief grinned. His Hikari was a terrible liar. Even drunk he could tell. Rather than fight, he let his fingers run up Ryou's chest, moving his lips just inches above Ryou's own when the boy let out a small cry. "Why won't you say it again?" A smirked appeared across his face, the canine like teeth showing. "Afraid I won't return your feelings?"
Ryou gulped a little and tried to move away from the man that had him cornered on the couch. "B-Bakura it was just a ga-mpf!" He was quickly cut off when Bakura pushed their lips together, sending the bitter taste of alcohol into the lighter one's mouth. Ryou's doe eyes went wide in shock and he tried to pull away, but Bakura pressed him back down onto the couch more, putting one of his knees on the edge of the couch for support. The Yami's cheeks where tinted pink but not from a blush. Ryou had been too busy avoiding eye contact to notice the faint color before now. The way the smell of alcohol rolled off him and he could taste on Bakura's lips. The Yami reeked of drunkenness.
Suddenly it wasn't just his lips that were giving Ryou signs that his Yami was hammered. With a light yelp out of the smaller boy, Bakura thrust his tongue into the Ryou's mouth, making Ryou almost gag at the taste. As wonderful as it felt to have his Yami's lips on his, the smell and taste were making Ryou nauseous. Not to mention the fact he was kissing the one man he'd had dreams of for what seemed like the past 3 years. He pulled his hands up to Bakura's chest and pushed him away lightly, not wanting to hurt the man. He just didn't want to barf on him either. Bakura frowned a little and let out a small growl. Before the light could speak up, Bakura had gripped his chin and pulled him into another rough kiss. Ryou's face heated up but just as soon as it started, Bakura's lips fell from his own and suddenly there was a bundle of spiky silver hair lying still in Ryou's lap.
Ryou tried to calm his breathing as he blinked back confusion before his mind begun to work properly. "B-Bakura…?" With a shaky hand, Ryou pushed the Yami's bangs out of his face only to see the Thief King had passed out. A part of him was very disappointed and the small frown that fell across his lips proved that.
Wait what was he thinking? This was wonderful! Bakura would be too drunk to remember walking in and hearing what he told Malik! The light started to smile a little but his eyes fell back down to Bakura. The faint pink still hung to his cheeks and he had his lips parted just slightly. Ryou felt his face heat up again. Of course… That means he won't remember the kiss either…
With a small sigh to himself, Ryou carefully got up and rolled Bakura onto the couch. Why did his inner voice always have to spoil things? He grabbed the blue blanket that hung on the end of one of the armchairs and let it fall around Bakura. The Tomb Robber hadn't even budged, only the blanket rising and falling with each breath he took. The British boy watched the thief for a few seconds before quickly turning and heading up to his own room. No he was just going insane. It was most definitely a good thing Bakura would not remember the kiss let alone what he over heard Ryou say. And as part of him wished differently, Ryou silenced the foolish thought and walked into his own room, falling onto his bed.
His thoughts couldn't help but drift back to the moment thought. Wither it was a alcohol induced kiss or not, Bakura had kissed him. The thought sent little butterflies through Ryou's stomach. But then what Bakura had said…
"Why won't you say it again? Afraid I won't return your feelings?"
That thought pretty much ended the butterfly feeling and Ryou sat up in his bed. Malik was right. He couldn't keep this a secret much longer. At first it was just certain things Bakura did got you to flush the dark crimson. But now… Just looking at the former tomb robber made Ryou feel like a giggling school girl.
With a frustrated sigh, Ryou fell back in his bed, pulling a pillow onto his face. "Thanks a lot Malik."
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That Ra-damn sound again! What in the name of seven hells it is?
The Thief King had a splitting headache and some gurgling noise was NOT helping. If he wasn't afraid that the painful amounts of sunshine he'd see, Bakura would open his eyes and kill whatever thought it needed to make so much noise. Then a low beep started going off and Bakura grit his teeth tight together, not at all helping his head.
I'm going to KILL something or one!
Just as the Yami was about to sit up and unsheathe the knife he had hidden in his boot, all the noise stopped and where then replaced with more familiar ones. The tomb robber sighed in his head but relaxed, trying to hang on to the few desperate stings that held onto sleep. It proved to not last long as the smell of fresh brewed coffee reached the Thief's nose and he had to give in.
Bakura pushed himself up, hand going up to hold his head then push the slivery bangs back and out of his face. I am never allowing Marik to go out drinking with me again. It was an empty threat and the Yami knew it, but it made him feel better to pin his pain on someone other than himself and who better then the insane Egyptian he had been out with last night? The blue blanket draped around his right leg was quickly kicked off to the ground and Bakura half stumbled into the kitchen.
When he heard noise, Ryou turned around and tried to hide the faint blush he felt creep up when his Yami walked in. The dark slumped into one of the nearby kitchen chairs and supported his head in his hands. "The um… usual?" Ryou spoke quietly, knowing his Yami was suffering from one the hangovers he only got when Marik was around. Ryou had mentally named them 'Egyptian Hangovers' in honor of said Yami. Bakura didn't even nod at Ryou's question. He just waved one of his hands in a 'go-away-and-hurry-up' type of fashion as Ryou walked back over to the stove.
He pushed the fluffy yellow eggs onto a plate with a spatchula and poured a bit of tobasco on them and pepper as well, just as the Yami liked. He then grabbed one of the mugs of coffee (the one that was pitch black and not the creamy brown) and set them down in front of the othe. Bakura sighed a little annoyed but grabbed the fork and took a bite. The faster he got some food in his gut the faster his headache would start going away.
Ryou couldn't help but keep his eyes on the Yami a little longer. Did he remember last night? Or had he forgotten it all along with probably the rest of his walk home? Ryou wasn't sure which one he wanted. A part of him really wanted Bakura to know how he felt. But then the sane part of his mind, the one that managed to keep Ryou out of a lot more trouble, pointed out that it was BAKURA they were talking about and it was best just to pray the pale man had all but forgotten last night.
Bakura felt eyes watching him and he turned his dark gaze over at his Hikari. "What are you looking at?" Ryou jumped a little, face heating up and he quickly turned away to start cleaning up with a mumbled apology. Bakura frowned a bit but took another bit of the eggs. He had too much to worry about and his Hikari's behavior was not one of them. When the plate was cleared of any food, Bakura stood up from his chair and started to walk out.
Suddenly Ryou was beside him, a glass in one hand and 2 white little pills in the other. "For your headache." He muttered quietly, not meeting the darker one's eyes. He was afraid something in his face would trigger a memory of last night… Afraid or… hopeful?
Bakura took the pills out of the shorter boy's hand and placed them on his tongue. He was prepared to dry-swallow them as he always did, but suddenly he stopped. When he felt eyes on him again, Bakura couldn't help but grin internally. Deciding to make a show of the useless task, Bakura took the water from Ryou's other hand and slowly moved his tongue back into his mouth. Then he tipped the cup back, allowing a small stream of it to fall from the corner of his mouth and down his chin where it then ran down his chest which was half way exposed. Smirking when the Hikari turned away with a face as bright as a tomato, the Thief couldn't help but laugh. He wiped his mouth with the back of his shirt before starting to head back upstairs. "Hikari I'm going to take a shower." Ryou gave a meek little chirp that he heard him from his 'hiding spot', the kitchen. The smirk grew as he walked up the stairs and undoing the buttons on his shirt as he did. Seemed the little light was keeping secrets from the dark.
And Bakura just couldn't have that now could he?
…
As Bakura walked down the stairs, running his hands through the silvery wet hair to make it spike, something sweet caught his attention and the Yami walked toward the kitchen. He was half expecting to see Ryou cooking something or cleaning. Instead he was greeted with one of the little candles that had scents. The one that was currently burning on the counter was a strawberry scented one and Bakura had the sudden urge for the little red fruit…
As if on cue, Ryou popped into the kitchen with headphones in his ears and hair pulled back in a ponytail. He was humming along quietly and didn't see Bakura until he had run into him and fell on his backside. A small grin reappeared across the Yami's face and he turned around, kneeling down to Ryou's height. "S-Sorry Yami." Ryou stuttered as he tried to keep the blush heating up his cheeks when he saw just how close Bakura was to his own face. Again.
"Why do you insist on listening to music while you do things?" Bakura pulled one of the white earbuds out of Ryou's ears and held it up to his own ear. The melody of a song flowed, Ryou kept his head low, peaking out at Bakura from behind his snow white bangs. After a few seconds, the thief pulled the iPod out of the lights hand to see what the name of the song was. "Breathe Carolina 'Dressed Up To Undress'…?" Bakura raised an eyebrow, grinning as Ryou's face heated up.
"I-It's a band M-Malik got me into…" The albino Hikari felt Bakura's taunting eyes staring at him so he got to his feet without looking up at him. "I should be getting back to work now." He made a move to take his iPod back from the taller male but suddenly found himself pushed against the counter, Bakura's strong arms holding his hands above his head. "Y-Yami!" Ryou's surprised and panicked voice rung out as he looked into the dark mocha eyes of the other.
"Do we have any strawberries?" The darker male talked as if they were sitting at the table having a normal conversation. Ryou found this the last position he assumed to be having a conversation about groceries about in and the fact that Bakura was holding him such a way... "Hikari I asked a question."
Bakura's voice snapped Ryou back and the light quickly shook his head side to side. "N-No we d-don't have any r-right now…" Bakura made a little frown and took a strand of Ryou's hair and ran it across his fingers. He brought the white strands up to his nose and sniffed them, before letting them fall back at Ryou's side and walking off to go watch TV.
"Well be sure you get some." Ryou blinked, stunned by what had just happened. In the other room the TV was flipped on and the faint sound of a siren informed the Hikari that his darker half just found a crime show to watch. What was with Bakura today? First that little show with the water, then the iPod, and now this? Ryou blew a few pieces of stray hair back where the loose ponytail hung and he was in the process of putting the earbuds back in.
Suddenly he froze, doe eyes widening. What if Bakura remembered last night and he was testing Ryou? The white haired Hikari slowly moved around the counter, ducking down behind the cabinet so he could watch Bakura without being seen. And… Is that such a bad thing? The always optimistic voice in Ryou's head piped up, making the bad situation seem like it was nothing.
Sadly that didn't last as the reality sunk in.
Bakura was a Thief King. Secrets were not allowed. That rule had been established before Ryou even knew what Bakura looked like let alone how he was possessed by the Spirit. Those who even thought about keeping a secret where feed to the shadows or torn under Bakura's always-present blade. Trembling Ryou jerked back behind the counter, leaning against it for support. So he had a few options. 1) Ask if Bakura remembered last night. 2) Go on pretending that things were normal… and if Malik let it slip? Or 3) Come clean and tell Bakura how he felt.
The worse scenario was of course the only one Ryou's mind could think of and he silently cursed Malik for getting him into the whole 'scenario' thing to begin with. And sadly each of them ended almost always the same. Ryou was sure no matter what, he was going to end up hurt one way or another. Ryou peered back out at Bakura, the thief's body was relaxed and the abs he had were showing as the black button up shirt was open. His eyes then traveled up toward those cheek bones that pointed at just the right angle to make Bakura seem dangerous yet sexy…
The thought made Ryou cringe back and he closed his eyes, letting out a sigh. Tonight…
/What's tonight?/
Ryou's eyes snapped up. He'd forgotten about the mind link! /N-Nothing Yami./
Bakura rolled his eyes. Even through their mind link Ryou was a horrible liar. /I'll ask once more and I expect an answer. What is tonight?/
Panicked, Ryou glanced around the kitchen desperately trying to get an idea. /M-Malik and Marik are coming over./ His eyes rested on the counter where one of Malik's gold bracelets sat.
Bakura raised an eyebrow. /You were keeping THAT from me?/
/Well it was going to be a surprise…/ Ryou used the panic in his voice to make it come off as if he was just flustered Bakura had found out and prayed it worked.
/Whatever. Good. I'm glad that jack-ass is coming over here. I can kick his ass in a drinking contest again tonight!/
With that, the Yami closed the mind link (the TV show returning from its commercial break) and just in time for the Hikari to grin such a smile it would have made his Yami proud. A plan was forming in his head and all he needed now was for things to fall into place…
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NOTE: Yeah sorry about that lil confusing first chapter. I wrote it at 6am so I wasn't thinking all that clearly that I should have put 'Chapter 1' in front of it. xD But yeah. This chapter is… kinda all over the place. I know but I have a plan so just bare with me. REVIEWS ARE CRACK~!