Hey buddies. I bring you the 4th chapter and I hope your holidays are all going well and better than mine! So, my idea didn't -really- work out. This chapter is still kinda waaay long but hey, 22 is better than 34 had I not made the original chapter into two parts. ;X
I hope you all enjoy!
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"Oh my goodness! I don't ever think I've seen this place so crowded before!" Ryou's face almost pressed up against the glass as he peered out the car window to the crowd going out the door of 'Sakura's', one of the top Japanese steak houses in Domino. Unfortunately, they were not the only ones who had the same idea to go there that Friday night.
"Ugh, tell me afuckingboutit! I can't even find a place to park!" Not that it would matter, he could look for an hour, he was sure, because that line was going to take at least a year to get to them! Even if they checked in now, there'd be a good two hour wait. Sighing irritably, Bakura continued slowly down the parking lot, finally finding one at the -very- back, in a parking lot that wasn't -for- the restaurant but for a large chain store instead.
Ryou bit his lip as he looked to the now small looking restaurant to Bakura. He was starting to feel bad about all the people. After all, they didn't have to eat here! Ryou wouldn't have minded going somewhere---cheaper. After all, Sakura's popularity wasn't the only thing that was numerous; the prices of meals were too. The cheapest item on the menu that Ryou could remember was at least 20 dollars easily.
"Dammit. We are -never- going to get in." Which was going to be two strikes after what happened earlier when they had met up. Even know he was glad he had stopped then, now he almost -regretted- it. Things had been going so well and Ryou was molding to his every touch; UGH. Sometimes, he pissed himself off to unimaginable distances! Angry hues turned to Ryou, who turned to make eye contact. Ryou, seeing the look on Bakura's face, frowned.
Now…he felt even worse. It looked as if Bakura was getting madder by the second. They really didn't have to go to -this- restaurant though! Eyes falling, he folded his arms over his chest and stared at them, trying to think of what to say. He didn't want to flat out say he didn't -want- to go there but… he really didn't. Waiting in line would take up so much timethat he would've rather spent next to Bakura and he was hungry right -now-! Besides, the prices really were too much! He swore he could've cooked a better steak than they made and for way cheaper! He wouldn't let Bakura pay that much for him, it just wasn't right.
"Ryou…is something up?" Bakura's frown deepened, hand extending out to set itself atop Ryou's. All of a sudden, Ryou looked so depressed and he had no idea why? Was Ryou really that sad that they couldn't go to Sakura's? That was pretty stupid, if you asked him. In fact, now that he thought about it, it was something Malik would've -done- well…at -first-. Then, later on, he would've screamed at Bakura, telling him it was because they didn't get there early enough and that it was all his fault because he didn't take them some place nicer that where they could make reservations. The thought irked Bakura a bit; was Ryou just the same, underneath his innocent exterior? The thought disappointed him a little, not that he'd let it show. He'd thought for once, someone he was dating wasn't going to be a complete fucking leach.
"Nothing just…err…" Chocolate hues hardened, eyeing the dashboard now. He didn't want to make Bakura mad if he asked if they could just go somewhere else.
Sinking into his chair, he folded his arms, eyes rolling. Oh, so now Ryou was just going to cop a little attitude too? Figured. Maybe he shouldn't have treated Ryou any differently after all; he should've just screwed him and left. "Well, are you going to spit it out?" He snapped, wearing his heart on his sleeve, as always, aggravation showing right through.
"What?" Ryou looked at him in disbelief. Why did Bakura sound so upset? The thought made him want to curl up into a ball. H already hade something so early to upset Bakura and he didn't even think he'd done anything rude! He wanted to ask Bakura why he was mad at him but he didn't want to make it wore. Even if Bakura told him, he wasn't sure he could bear to know the real reason why. He liked Bakura so much, it almost made him want to cry to think about what would happen if he ruined things so early…
This thought flashed before Ryou's eyes; what if this was what ended them before they had even begun?
Eyes closing, Ryou lunged forward to cling to Bakura, nuzzling into his shoulder. This action very much took Bakura by storm-and even Ryou as well. He'd never been so emotional around another person, not thinking before he acted; what was so different about Bakura that it just made everything else blur, including common sense? "Please! Don't be mad at me… Idon'treallywanttogoherethatmuchandIthinkitiswaytomuchmoneytoletyouspendonmecouldwepleasegosomewhereelse?"
Ryou was practically squeezing Bakura's arm, afraid of what the male's expression would look like. Had Ryou looked up though, he would've been surprised to have seen Bakura only looking slightly amused and baffled. Ryou -didn't- want to go to one of the nicest restaurants in the area? Didn't all people on dates want to go to nice restaurants? Well, except for Bakura, of course. As his brother, mom, dad, and all his friends said though, he hated everything…
Everything except drinking, computers, sex, fast food, and his mom's cooking. Even know Sakura's -was- a steak house, steak made at home tasted so much better than any restaurant's. Homemade steak was twice as bloody and had ten times the flavor and amount of fat to devour and that was what Bakura liked the best. But…that was Bakura; was it really possible for Ryou to not like to go out to expensive places as well? Or…to Ryou , was it really the fact that he felt he didn't -deserve- anyone to pay that much for him? Finding it a little hard to breathe, Bakura used his free arm to pet Ryou's head. "You…can let off a little you know? It makes it kind-of hard to breathe."
Ryou nodded slightly, feeling even moreso guilty now. He wasn't only pissing Bakura off, but making him uncomfortable too. "Sorry…" He was just about to let go all the way, but to his surprise, the hand of Bakura's he had been squeezing on came to hug him close. Was Bakura not as mad as he had sounded? Ryou dared to look at him, finding nothing save an interested look on Bakura's face.
"Mm, don't need to be sorry. It's amazing I actually heard you but you really don't want to go here?" Bakura asked with slight doubt. Ryou shook his head unconfidently, biting onto his lower lip. He still wasn't sure Bakura accepted that idea willingly.
"N-Not really…I mean, it's nice and all but it's so crowded and expensive! I really don't mind eating elsewhere." An eyebrow raised as Bakura met the boy's eyes.
"Why exactly? And where would you rather go if you could?" Ryou looked away timidly.
"Really…? Uhm," Ryou paused, looking away in embarrassment. Could he truly tell Bakura what he wanted the most? Bakura would probably think he was crazy. "McDonald's or Wendy's…" Bakura had to -laugh-. Who actually would -choose- that over a nice sit-down restaurant? …Except him but really! Was Ryou that humble that he didn't even want Bakura to spend more than 5 dollars on him for their date?
"Ryou…you don't have to lie; only a dumbass like me would choose that over a place like this. If you want to go somewhere nicer, you don't need to feel guilty." His eyes lowered as he peered to Ryou, who turned around, blushing slightly to meet his gaze.
A small smile crossed Ryou's lips and he leaned forward to kiss Bakura's jaw. "Then…I guess I'm a dumbass?" Ryou had cursed and it sounded kind-of hot but the thing most noticeable was suddenly how he was…no longer unhappy at all. Grinning, he kissed Ryou's lips this time, letting the kiss linger for a moment.
"Then I guess…to Wendy's it is, huh?" Ryou laughed, nodding.
"Yes! But don't be surprised when I order the whole menu there; I love everything they have!" The funny thing was, so did Bakura.
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"I still don't believe you all the way, you know?" His head turned as they slowly started to pull into the drive-thru of Wendy's.
Ryou smiled, rolling his eyes as he peered to the male. "Why not? I do! I've always liked fast food better. I think it has so much better flavor than real restaurant food, plus it's cheaper and faster to get meaning I don't have to wait a second and I spend a fraction of the amount!"
Bakura snorted; "So what are you telling me? You're kinda a cheap-o?"
Ryou shook his head, laughing. "No! I just think…if I'm going to spend a lot on food, I'd rather just make it myself so I can have all the flavor I like it to have, plus you get more for your money and it is still probably healthier than a real restaurant's food. Maybe I'm weird but…I just like home cooked food so much more."
So Ryou really was sincere about fast food. Now he felt like an idiot for earlier, even thinking Ryou wasn't the warmhearted boy he had thought him to be. It was obvious in the way Ryou spoke, he was telling the truth. He wasn't even sure Ryou could lie, to be honest. The boy didn't seem to have a bad bone in his body. "Me too. Does that mean you can actually cook? And if so, I hope you are planned on cooking for me tomorrow. The thought of you cooking is kind-of hot." Bakura smirked slightly as Ryou laughed, leaning in to kiss him airily.
"I'm glad someone thinks so, I think? I've always been home alone most of my life so I've been cooking forever; I don't know if it's really -great- or anything, but I like it and of course I'd be happy to make anything you wanted." His nose wrinkled and he added, "As long as it isn't shrimp, squid, or any other type of seafood.
"Done then." He took his foot lightly off the break to ease in front of the menu, turning to Ryou as the worker spoke through the voice box. "So, what did you want?" Biting onto his lip in concentration, he looked to the menu and then his eyes lit up, figuring out what he wanted in a matter of seconds.
"A sour cream and chives potato, chicken nuggets, sweet and sour sauce, a number 5 with coke, and then a kid's size frosty to go along with it?" He peered to Bakura angelically, but Bakura about died in shock. There was no way in hell anyone Ryou's size could eat that much food; there just wasn't! What was he? 100 freaking pounds? Jesus Christ; if he ate that much, he should've been a damned sea cow!
"Goddamn, are you starved at home?" Bakura asked in disbelief. Ryou laughed, shrugging.
"No, I just…like variety when I eat and I have a fast metabolism, so what?" Shaking his head, Bakura repeated this all to the screen and said what he wanted too a number 7 with a coke and within seconds, the amount was given and they were driving up to the first window to pay.
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"I still don't believe you can eat -all- that," Bakura commented as he looked on to his date, who's arms held two bags, mostly all his food. Ryou shrugged, reaching out to grab his soda, taking a drink.
"I'll make a believer out of you…well, as soon as you actually tell me where we're going and why I can't eat yet!"
Bakura grinned, turning the car into the left turn lane, heading into a rather suburban side of the city. "Because; I'm taking you to Tokyo for a food competition because if you can eat as much as you ordered, that is where you belong."
Ryou giggled, taking another drink before setting the soda back into the cup holder so he could lightly smack Bakura on the arm. "Shut up, that is not where we're going! I want to know! I hate surprises so you can't surprise me!" Sulking, he peered to Bakura. His stomach was gurgling and he knew that in those bags laid the food he more-than desired. He wished he were sneaky so he could just get out -one- little French fry. Maybe, when Bakura was really concentrated on driving, he could sneak in for one.
Eyeing Ryou, Bakura leant to the side, freeing a hand from the steering wheel to lightly tap Ryou's hand. "Don't even think about it, Ryou. You -have- to wait to eat until we get there, I told you! And why don't you like surprises? I bet I know why." Grinning, his eyes met Ryou's own, finding the same adorable pout on his face.
"Whyyy?"
"Because none sexy has surprised you naked, with their legs spread out for you on your bed when you came home from a hard day of school."
A gasp. Ryou smacked Bakura-somewhat hard-on his shoulder. "Ewe! Why do you always have to be so gross?" He asked, laughing slightly. Shaking his head, he snuck a hand into the bag, snatching out a French fry.
"Hey! I thought I told you that you had to wait you brat!"
"I was going to before you went all nasty!" Ryou retorted, sticking his tongue out at Bakura. Snickering, Bakura turned his eyes back to the road, shrugging.
"…Fine, then I just won't tell you where we're going after all."
"Like you were going to from the start!" Ryou laughed, head turning to peer out the window. They kept going deeper into the suburbs, passing many plain streets and matching, quaint houses. At first, Ryou had thought maybe they were going to Bakura's but they had gone on further. Where could Bakura be taking them out here? They both didn't live this way!
"I know, but I have to at least try and make you feel bad."
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Finally, a few minutes later they pulled up to their destination; an elementary school. Ryou had never been to this particular school before. It was a lot nicer than his elementary school had been, no doubt. The parking lot was just down a small flight of stairs, with which you went up to get to the main level of the school. Once you crossed over the bus zone, you'd find yourself at the front of the school, with a covered main entrance. Next to that was a fence which guarded a small playground, looking as if it was for a certain age group only-kindergarteners. Then, to the side of that was a grass area, leading to the side, which, to Ryou, was invisible thanks to the dark. What on earth were they doing here though?
Peering to Bakura as the male stopped the car, he wondered if this was the school Bakura had gone to. He couldn't even imagine what Bakura would've looked like as a child, running around this playground. He had a feeling; Bakura had been a rambunctious child. He smiled at the thought, wishing he could've seen the boy at a young age. Maybe Bakura would let him see a picture sometime?
"Well, here we are," Bakura interrupted Ryou's thoughts. With the click of a seatbelt, Bakura began to descend from the car. Ryou, clueless, followed suit. Helping Ryou out once he had opened his car door, Bakura grabbed two of the drinks and got out carefully as to not drop them. Once he was out, he kicked the door closed and began his way to the stairwell.
"So…why are we here exactly?" Ryou asked, following Bakura. He took a deep breathe and inhaled the chilly night air. He had to admit, it was a rather pretty fall evening, though a bit chilly. There wasn't a cloud insight, he realized as he looked up to the sky for a moment, going up the stairs. It was a nice break from the rain that had been going on and off all week long.
"Because…" Bakura trailed off, crossing the abandoned bus zone and stepped up to the sidewalk. Just a little bit further and they'd be right where he wanted them to. It wasn't that big of a surprise, honestly. Bakura just liked to be mysterious.
Rolling his eyes, Ryou gave a sigh. "This is taking too long Bakura, I'm hungry and you're starving me even more!" He finally managed to catch up to the male as they neared the end of the building. His feet met the grassy area and they took a right. In the middle of the side school building wall was a dumpster with a garbage can beside it…and that was exactly where Bakura was headed. What on earth were they doing? Watching Bakura set the drinks atop the dumpster, he became confused. Were they going to eat by the dumpster or something? He decided to be patient to see what Bakura had up his sleeve.
"You can wait one more minute, you little fatso." He grinned to himself as he took the garbage bag out of the metal garbage can and flipped it over. Crawling atop the can, he made his way atop the dumpster, grabbing the drinks. Once he had them, he placed them atop the roof which was only a good few feet above the dumpster. Placing his hands atop the roof, he used his upper body strength to pull himself atop the roof. Sitting along the ledge with his feet dangling, his eyes met Ryou's down below. "Come on up, slow poke!"
"Oh…okay." Finally, Ryou understood. They were going on top of the school roof to eat! Which…was neat but wasn't that a little illegal? Making his way onto the garbage can carefully, he did exactly as Bakura did…a little clumsier, and was soon standing atop the dumpster lid. Picking up the food, he put it on the roof next to Bakura and got up there, accidentally hitting his knee of the ledge of the flat roof along the way. "Owe," he muttered, sulking as he finally managed to get up.
"What'd you do, hit your leg?" Raising a brow, Bakura switched his feet around to be able to stand.
"Yes! Thanks to you and your good ideas! " Ryou countered, smiling slightly. Grabbing the drinks, Bakura walked further onto the roof, more towards the middle. Setting them down when he found the spot he wanted, he sat down comfortably. Ryou, guessing he was supposed to follow, picked up the food and made his way to sit beside Bakura, shivering a little as the wind blew.
"Sorry about your knee; I guess it's just a little karmic debt for hitting me." Bakura smirked, turning to be able to see Ryou's face. Ryou smiled back, eyes gleaming as his hair began to lightly blow in the wind.
"I guess its okay as long as I made it up here without dying." Peering upwards once again, he realized something. Up here, it was breathtaking. Sure, it wasn't exactly a mountain-top view, but you could see so much up here, since the school was on a slight hill. There were so many lights visible atop the roof, going on for quite a few blocks. In fact, atop the school, you could even see the hints of the bay through far off trees. And above? It was even -better-. Out of the lights and in the complete darkness up here, you could see so many stars-perhaps not as many as if you were out in the countryside, but still; so many more than on ground. Smiling, an odd warmth rushed throughout him. Did Bakura really like a place like this? It was something Ryou wasn't sure he would've ever expected from him.
Feeling eyes upon him, Ryou turned to see Bakura staring at him strangely, eyebrow raised. "Are...you going to eat or are you just going to go into a blank all night long weirdo?" Ryou shook his head, grinning.
"No, I was going to eat, just got caught up in something is all." Reaching into his bag, he pulled out his burger, undoing the wrapper to take a bite. God, it tasted so -good-…perhaps even better because it was free and Bakura was right next to him? He thought so anyway.
"Just checking." Snacking on French fries, Bakura also looked out beyond, to the view the roof gave them. Even if he wasn't very good at admitting it, he couldn't lie; the view was…nice, maybe even pretty but he wasn't sure if he wanted to release that or not. The best thing about it was the fact that it hadn't changed at all from when he had been a younger and had come up here for the first time with his friends back at probably age…nine? Of course, back then it had been more of a struggle and some had to even have others help them up onto the roof.
"So…is this what you do on all your dates? Try to trick them into going to expensive restaurants, but instead take them up here with fast food, trying to impress them with a view?" Ryou asked playfully, turning to look at his companion. Bakura turned too, eyes meeting the boy's gaze. Even in the dark, you could still make out how soft and youthful Ryou's eyes looked. He still looked cute as a button, wrapped up in his sweater, smiling joyously at Bakura. Bakura didn't understand it but…it made him want to smile too.
Snorting, he shook his head, leaning in a little closer. "Not all, only the especially good looking ones." He gave a serious look for a moment. "Only the ones I really want to screw, like Malik. I remember when I took Malik up here for the first time, and after we went home. I had him melting for me, if you know what I mean." Ryou was about to smile, but Bakura's look didn't change. Suddenly, he felt…strange; he wasn't hungry anymore, but especially confused and…jealous? Bakura was just kidding though, wasn't he? He was…right? "Yep. I was so in love with him, you know? We almost did it up here, in fact. God, he looked so good in those leather pants, you wouldn't believe it."
Ryou faked a laugh, trying to pretend he thought Bakura was kidding. "I bet…" Yet, Bakura's expression still didn't change. Suddenly, Ryou felt himself frowning. What was going on? Was he really serious?
"I'm not kidding. I felt so much for him, too. In fact, sometimes I wonder if I'm still in love with him. Hmm…" Turning away from Ryou, he looked onward, lifting a hand to drum his chin.
"Oh…" His heart felt like it was crumbling in his chest; it hurt -so- bad… Why was Bakura telling him this? Did Bakura really only think of him as a friend? Ryou didn't know what to do. He wanted to run; he wanted to be far away from here. He couldn't take this, he really couldn't. Why did Bakura bring him up here if he felt that way about Malik? Ryou's fist curled and his head sank. Did he really mean nothing to the male next to him…?
Suddenly, Bakura started to laugh. Blinking, Ryou was startled. Turning to the male, he was puzzled when the male's arm wrapped around him. It made him so angry; why was Bakura laughing about this when it was so mean? His teeth gritted and he was about ready to just take off but then…"You know, I'm just messing with you, right?" Ryou's eyes widened and his heart stopped beating. The whole time, Bakura had been…wait.
"You…weren't serious?" Bakura laughed, shaking his head.
"Hell no! I was just seeing what you'd do, dummy! I was never in love with him and I certainly didn't take him up here, he wasn't -nearly- that important to me, screw that!"
What…? Bakura really was…
And he hadn't even taken Malik up here? Ryou's frown deepened and he suddenly found himself wrapping his arms around Bakura tightly, practically clinging to the male again. His eyes burned. Bakura had only been kidding but…why did he suddenly feel so relieved that…
He wouldn't. He hadn't for…how long had it been? He couldn't even remember, it had been so far back. He could feel the water forming up over his eyeball. He wasn't…not in front of… He closed his eyes, a tear falling down his cheek, smearing into Bakura's fleece. "You…you prick…"
Blinking confused ember depths, Bakura found Ryou attached to him. What on earth…? It had only been a joke; had Ryou really taken it that seriously? Hearing what sounded like a sniffle, it hit him; Ryou wasn't -like- everyone else he had been with. He didn't know how to handle something like this. Never before had he ever… And he felt like such an idiot, making that joke now. He wasn't sure he had ever felt so guilty on a date before. Ryou really -liked- him, how could he make an idiotic joke like that? God, his inner dickhead sure took the wrong time to peak out. Why did he always do the wrong thing at the wrong fucking time?
Wrapping his arms around Ryou, He used a hand to set the food aside to pull the boy closer. Another sniffle indicated Ryou hadn't stopped. What should he do? His was seriously blank! Had he ever dealt with anyone -crying- before? Also, Ryou had called him a prick. Was that the first time Ryou had ever been mean to a person? Smiling, feeling a strange mirth running through him, he bet it was. "Shh…I was seriously kidding, you don't need to…you know…"
He couldn't even bring himself to say it, -god-. There really should've been a class somewhere on this! How the fuck was he supposed to make someone stop crying when he didn't even know how to cry himself?
Ryou couldn't stop. The tears kept coming and he kept hugging the male closer. He, like Bakura, was feeling like an idiot for taking the male so serious. He bet Bakura thought he was so dumb for getting that wrapped up in a joke, especially since they weren't really…
His heart wrenched. He wasn't even really Bakura's boyfriend. Why was he so sad when he still wasn't anything but a friend to Bakura? He didn't -want- to be only a friend though! He wanted to be…
And he wasn't sure what he'd do if Bakura didn't want him to be. "I'm…sorry, I just…I didn't mean to! I feel so…" Sniffling again, he bet he was getting snot all over Bakura's sweater. Great; what a perfect way to impress a date!
"Sorry for what? I mean…you didn't really do anything…" Ugh, and there it was again. Bakura couldn't even say sorry himself. Was it obvious he felt awkward in this situation? His voice was so soft, he hated himself right now. He sounded so weak and out-of-place; was it even him talking?
"You don't have to lie… I really am… I just… I mean…" But before tongue-twisted Ryou could even muster a word out, he felt his head lifted and he was being kissed. That was the only thing Bakura could think of to maybe put a damper on his tears. He didn't know anything else that could work except that, as stupid as it might seem.
Ryou sniffled and kissed back, eyes closing as he found Bakura's forehead pressed against his own. What on earth was a matter with him tonight? He didn't even feel like himself! As they broke apart, he could feel Bakura's lucid breathe upon his own, so different from the bitter wind all around them. His eyes were staring into Ryou's own, making Ryou's breath stiffen in his chest. He felt so powerless under his eyes, as if he couldn't do a thing. He felt like any move he made might be wrong. Tears kept burning at the corners of his eyes. He knew right then…
He wanted to belong to the male embracing him so possessively.
"You really are…the only one I'd bring up here." Was it stupid to say that now? He knew it was probably the wrong words to say right now but it was true. He only ever went up here alone anymore, only when his mind was really troubled. Only his brother and his old close friends knew about this place. He didn't share it with dates or anyone else. In fact, he wasn't even sure why he had brought Ryou up here, honestly. It had been a whimsical choice made just as Ryou said where he wanted to go. He had kind-of figured maybe…if Ryou liked that, maybe he'd like it up here too?
"Really…?" Ryou's eyes bore into Bakura's as if searching for the truth. Bakura nodded, kissing Ryou's mouth.
"Yes, dummy. You think I'd really go flaunting that I actually -like- coming up here to a place like this to anyone else?" Ryou smiled adoringly at Bakura. He was right; why would someone like Bakura want to show this off? He liked to seem…tough, or Ryou thought at least. Did Ryou…really mean more to Bakura than just another date?
"I'm…sorry for being so dumb. I really do like it up here," he admitted softly, tears finally beginning to subside. Hugging Bakura closer, he rested his head on his shoulder, eyes closing. He took a deep breathe, trying to calm down. His nose took in the scent of Bakura's cologne which smelled…exactly as he would've guessed it would. Bakura smelt so good, it was almost overwhelming. Fingers began to stroke his clothed back, making him sink deeper into the arms around him. He didn't deserve this, did he? Would someone like Bakura really want to just…settle for him?
"Well, I would hope those weren't tears of boredom, ne?" Even in an uncomfortable situation, Bakura seemed so cool to Ryou. Did he really not hate Ryou for doing this? Laughing slightly, Ryou gave his neck a light nuzzle, hoping Bakura wouldn't mind.
"N-No… I don't even know where they came from, honestly. Why…do you even know about this place though?"
"Well." Bakura shrugged. "When I was younger, I used to be a little shit so I pretty much just did what I wanted to do and getting atop the school roof was one of them. Me and my friends figured out how to get up here and that was that. I just kept coming back more and more, sometimes by myself. I don't know. I guess…" Did he really want to tell Ryou -why-? "It's…an okay place to come to think." And that was that. He wasn't going to say anymore. What he didn't know though was that he didn't need to; somehow, Ryou understood what was meant between the lines.
"I think…I would too if I would've found this place," Ryou replied softly, smiling when Bakura's head leant again his own.
"How is it you can always be so level-headed, even when I just did something pretty screwed up?" Bakura really didn't know. If it had been him, he probably would've punched the offending person's lights out. Then again, who was he to say? He was sure he had to have liked someone as much as he liked Ryou yet…he still couldn't remember who. Maybe he just didn't understand because it wasn't something he did; he didn't put his everything into liking a person because he knew most people weren't worth it. What about Ryou though? If Ryou was really giving in so much, wasn't it only fair to give more too?
…He already didn't like where this train of thought was going. He decided to end it there, absolutely freaked out by the wavering suggestions in his mind of what this could've been like. He decided, for now, he really did not wish to know.
"I…don't know…" Ryou trailed off honestly, clinging a little closer as a cold rush whirled by. "I just don't think…it's something to be mad about? Besides, you didn't mean it and…I'm happy…"
"Happy?" Bakura's head lifted, Ryou following suit. The boy nodded confidently, making eye contact with Bakura.
"Yes…why is that a bad thing?" Ryou asked, slightly worried by being questioned. Shouldn't he have been?
Bakura laughed, shaking his head. "No. I guess…if you're happy, then I'm happy too." And strangely enough, he was. Now that Ryou's mood had improved, so had his own.
"…Bakura?"
"Mm?" A brow of his lifted in curiosity.
Ryou opened his mouth to speak but found he really didn't know how to phrase what he wanted to ask. Hell, he didn't even know if he was brave enough to actually let it out. What if he didn't like the answer? "Uhm…" He had to ask. "What…are we?"
Suddenly, Bakura was puzzled. "The hell do you mean? People, I think?" Ryou couldn't help it; he had to giggle.
"No, not that! I meant…you know…" He tilted his head to the side, eyes meeting Bakura's yearningly. 'Please let it be what I want to hear…'
"Ehh, it isn't obvious? I'm not a manslut, you know? I thought it went without saying." Ryou smiled, eyes closing as he was kissed softly, giving in. "I distinctly remember calling you Ryou-mine which would mean…I didn't want to share." Ryou couldn't help it; he let out a soft moan and let himself be taken over once again. After all, as long as they were together, what did it matter? Their tongues collided and soon, he was fought onto his back, Bakura atop him.
Once the kiss ended, his glazed eyes blinked open to look up into Bakura's own. Had he ever felt so…-right-? He wanted to tell Bakura how perfect he felt right there but he was sure right now was not the time. He was too shy and their relationship was too insecure; no…
He was going to be careful to make sure they really did get to where it didn't just -seem- perfect; it would be.
Bakura's hand lifted to dust fingers over Ryou's cold cheek. It didn't fit the boy, he decided. His skin should've been -warm- and he shouldn't have been on the verge of shivering. Fuck; it was starting to get too cold. Suddenly, he wished he wasn't a moron and had taken them back to his house where they could be toasty inside, wrapped up in his blankets; then he could've had all the Ryou he desired.
Deciding that was enough for the time being, he smirked slightly and kissed the tip of Ryou's nose. "I think it's about time to eat before my fries are as cold as your nose." Smiling, Ryou couldn't have agreed more.
"Yeah I know, I think my stomach is about to kill me if I don't feed it fully." Bakura sat up, scooting off of Ryou so the boy could sit up as well.
"I still don't believe you can eat all that."
"Obviously you just don't know me very well yet!"
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Needless to say, Ryou had eaten all his food, to the very last bite. Bakura still swore there was something wrong with his boyfriend. Did he have worms? He had asked; Ryou said "no" but he swore nothing that tiny could consume that much for no reason! It wasn't even the only thing he had all day. He had concluded it was a good idea they didn't go to Sakura's because lord knew how many plates Ryou would've had to have ordered to satisfy his hunger.
Whatever though. Ryou was his happy-go-lucky self again and that was all Bakura cared about. Plus, he was in an even better mood now that they were actually back to Bakura's house which was filled to the brim with heat-the same heat the roof had been missing. He had to admit, it wasn't exactly the best place to go in the Fall/Winter months. Ryou had liked it though and that was the point of the whole ordeal so…it was a success.
Falling back onto his bed, Bakura closed his eyes. Damn, it had been a long day. School at 8 am, then after that, he had at least two or three house calls he had to make before he could go out that evening. Out of the two, school was the most annoying. He already knew half the shit his instructor tried to force down his throat anyway. Some days, he really did just want to quit. With the money he made per fix plus the cost per hour, he probably could've been just fine on his own. As his brother and parents bitched about though, a degree was much better than none so, he stayed.
The door creaked open, a snowy head peering in. Bakura's eye cracked open to see Ryou standing there in a plain white tee and boxers. "Just get back from throwing up all that food?" Ryou smiled, shaking a tired head.
"Not quite. I did brush my teeth though!" Being very careful, Ryou tip-toed through the tornado that was Bakura's room. He managed to not even step on anything painful as he reached the bed. Grinning, he jumped atop the bed, toppling halfway onto Bakura.
"Ugh, quit," Bakura whined tiredly, too worn to have even freaked out about being trampled on.
"Poor Bakura. You're too tired to even curse that must mean something!" Ryou laughed, squirming atop the other more, trying to annoy him as much as possible by crowding all his weight atop him. Because Ryou was not very heavy, it didn't quite have the effect Ryou had been hoping for. In fact, it really didn't bug Bakura an ounce.
"Not too tired to curse, just don't feel like it. Can't curse around you, might be a bad influence on your five year old mind." Eyes shutting again, his head tilted to the side, arm rising to wrap itself lightly around Ryou's body. Ryou was so warm; maybe he could just use him for a blanket instead. Right now he didn't care; he was just ready to sleep.
Rolling around, Ryou continued to try and bug Bakura, grinning playfully as he wobbled around, trying to make it impossible for Bakura to sleep. "If you keep it up, you're going to maybe make me horny, but not mad." Had it have been anyone else, Bakura would've been livid. If it was Diabound, he would've already kicked the bastard to the floor. And Malik? He would've done the same only maybe…a little bit lighter. Actually, he was lying to himself; he would've just found a way to turn it into sex because that was all Malik was good for.
Ryou sulked, hand rising to rouse Bakura's hair, shaking it around, still trying to bug him. "Ugh; why do you always have to make everything bad? And why won't you get annoyed?" Bakura let out a yawn, knowing it would irritate Ryou further because his plan wasn't working. An idea was forming in Bakura's mind though. "Come on Bakura, get up! Entertain meee!" He kept shaking around Bakura's hair, giving it gentle tugs, anything he could to get the boy to do something, anything.
A gasp; within a second, Ryou was flat on his back, pinned down beneath Bakura. He laughed as the male began to gnaw on his forehead. "Ewe! Quit, that's sick!" Ryou used a hand to press up against Bakura's shoulder, weakly attempting to push him off. He could've tried harder but then there was a possibility that Bakura might actually get off… And Ryou didn't want that. He squirmed beneath his boyfriend, nose wrinkling as his teeth trail turned into a tongue going down the side of Ryou's face. "Gross, gross!" This did make Ryou fight back a little, attempting to push his boyfriend's head away, laughing.
Bakura, however, was still a little bit better. He grabbed Ryou's hands with his own and made the boy unable to struggle. Cackling, he continued to let his saliva pour onto his boyfriend's cheek. "This will teach you for trying to bug me, you damn flea!"
"Ahh, gross, gross!" Twisting his head, he laughed as he attempted to wipe the saliva onto Bakura's pillow. 'And how am I the flea when you're the one sucking all over me!" A purr left Bakura, eyes flashing dangerously. He wasn't sucking yet, but he might as well be guilty as charged right?
As Ryou squirmed, Bakura's head lowered down to Ryou's neck where Bakura began to tongue lightly, biting down playfully where his tongue had inflicted. This was enough to make Ryou giggle to the extreme…however, that was only for a moment. As soon as Bakura started to suck, the laugh turned into more of a surprised moan, hands struggling in Bakura's stronger ones.
"Wh--Bakura..!" He gasped softly, fidgeting desperately under the male. This wasn't fair at all; Ryou hadn't seen this coming in a million years! He supposed he should've though since Bakura was so shady and underhanded. Damn though…it felt so good. He felt bad for not wanting the male to quit. His squirming wasn't any longer because he wanted to free his body from Bakura but because he just couldn't stay still with Bakura doing that.
"Well…you said I was a flea, didn't you?" Bakura replied in a musky tone, teeth grazing over the bruised part of Ryou's neck. He bit down a little harder than before, ears delighted at the mewl rising from Ryou's mouth.
"B-But I…a-ahn…" Ryou couldn't even say what was on his mind. In fact, right now, he wasn't even sure he had anything to say from the start. Bakura was clouding his senses with his affection; Ryou couldn't -think-.
"Apparently, Ryou likes fleas." A velvety chuckle sounded through Bakura's throat, pressing little kisses over Ryou's porcelain flesh and oh, porcelain it was. Bakura wasn't sure he'd ever seen skin so creamy and flawless. Was there anything on Ryou's body that didn't reek of sexiness?
"I…do…" Ryou's eyes closed, breath harshening as Bakura's attack continued. It seemed like the further it went on; the less Ryou's mind seemed to work. His arms were struggling, only kept at bay because Bakura was holding them. Ryou squeezed his boyfriend's hands again; one of Bakura's letting his own go to be able to brush finger tips along Ryou's cheek. Ryou's arm quickly enveloped itself around Bakura's shoulders, fingers curling in his shirt fabric.
"So soft," Bakura let out in a whisper. He stopped kissing momentarily, just to let his fingers run down Ryou's jaw painfully slow, able to relish in the feeling of his skin. His boyfriend shivered; that feeling was starting to well up within him again-Bakura controlled this. Running that fact over in his mind, he grinned. That was exactly like he wanted it to be. Soft murmurs left Ryou's mouth as Bakura's kisses trailed downwards to the junction between his neck and shoulders. He bit down once again, making Ryou let out a small yelp. Bakura chuckled as the boy attempted to press closer to Bakura, Ryou's arm hugging Bakura desperately.
"Ba..kura…!" Ryou's eyes opened, glazed over with a lust that was still new to him. Their hands let go and his other arm quickly clung to Bakura, running his fingers up Bakura's neck to tangle in disheveled locks. Bakura gave a light murmur, liking the feeling of the fingers in his hair. Even know he would never say it, he liked having his hair messed with.
"Enjoying, Ryou-bug?" he lulled, head lifting as his hand found it's way to Ryou's side. He let his fingers ghost down Ryou's abdomen, eyes filling with amusement when he found Ryou's eyes looking at his own, containing an alike lust for him. Fuck, what he wouldn't give for tonight to be the night he could -have- Ryou all to himself, able to do whatever he desired. He knew just from the boy's actions though he was still too insecure and awkward in his movements. He was unsure what to do and Bakura knew from experience that novice sex could blow quite a bit if there wasn't time to get used to the feeling of being aroused. It always went by much too fast and sometimes, for the more skilled person, there was nothing at -all-. Of course, Ryou was so hot, Bakura was almost sure not too much would be needed to make him able to enjoy it.
Even without this kind of activity, Ryou had a sweet voice but now, with him moaning so provocatively, he sounded even more delectable. He wasn't sure he'd ever heard such a pretty voice, now that he dwelled on it. God, he owed his Brother a huge debt for letting him meet the boy.
"Y-Yes…" Ryou's body was filled with longing. He wasn't ready for Bakura to stop. ,Not just yet. He already had been teased like this twice tonight; he needed just a little bit more. Bakura just couldn't stop yet; Ryou's body yearned for this. Bakura smiled slightly and pressed his lips against Ryou's own, making the boy melt. Every time they kissed, Ryou got a strange high, feeling as if he were soaring, all conflict on his mind dissolved. Kissing Bakura was so good, it made Ryou wonder why the hell he hadn't met him sooner.
"You're so cute all pink and pleading for me…" Bakura couldn't lie; Ryou really was, especially with his cheeks flushed like they were.
"Am n-not pleading…"
"You will be soon." Bakura's tongue stroked Ryou's lower lip affectionately, letting the boy know exactly what he desired. Right away, Ryou obliged and met Bakura's tongue with his own, body quivering as Bakura fought him for dominance, forcing his tongue back into his mouth. Bakura's hand slipped up Ryou's tee shirt and began to lightly etch his appendages into Ryou's side, making it even harder for Ryou to stay calm and still.
Bakura explored Ryou's mouth, making sure his tongue crept into every crevice possible, wanting to make Ryou as weak as possible. He kissed the boy until he couldn't any longer, body fighting for air. Slowly, Bakura pulled away from Ryou, lips hovering mere inches above the boy's own. His eyes opened to peer down into Ryou's own. He was speechless, he realized, when he found the boy looking up at him just the same. Ryou was breathtaking-it didn't matter what the boy did. Every little movement was driving Bakura crazy.
"You…didn't have to stop," Ryou lulled, hand rising to rest his palm on Bakura's cheek. A shy smile crossed his lips. "I think…I might be only a little away from pleading…"
Grinning, Bakura couldn't help himself; he kissed the boy's nose and nudged against his hand. "Then I guess I better keep going, ne? Had to take a break though before I killed myself kissing you so hard. It's your fault, you know? You're so damn delicious, I don't know when to quit." Blushing slightly, Ryou smiled and cocked his head to be able to kiss Bakura's lips. Within the past few hours, Ryou had received more complements than he had in his whole life; he wasn't sure what to do with himself! However, that didn't keep him from being glad and thanking whatever made this happen. He…owed Diabound so much now.
…He would think about that later though because right now, he was a little busy. Bakura began to kiss him again, tongue probing his mouth. Ryou moaned in pleasure, leg lifting to slightly wrap itself around Bakura's own, wanting to get even closer to the male.
Bakura purred against Ryou's lips, fingers daring to slip between their chests. He was just about to brush his finger tips along a nub of Ryou's when…
"Goddamn! You guys are really going at it! Bakura, I hope you took your birth control!"
Bakura's head snapped up in an instant, eyes burning like fire.
Diabound was going to die.
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"…Get…out." A very angry Bakura was currently glowering at his elder brother as he had taken it upon himself to have a seat in Bakura's clothes-ridden computer chair. He -knew- he shouldn't have been in there. Hell; even Ryou seemed like he wanted Diabound gone-or, well, maybe that was just Bakura hoping it. Ryou was probably too nice to want someone to actually leave from any place. Bakura, now, secretly sulking under his irritated face. His idiot brother had taken him by such a surprise, he had toppled off of Ryou, falling to his side next to the boy, who…Bakura now noticed, had cheeks the color of cherries. Fucking Diabound; not only did the idiot disrupt them when they were just getting into it but he also made Ryou uncomfortable and that was probably what Bakura hated the most.
"Little bro; is that any way to talk to a guest?!" Diabound scoffed, sarcasm dripping from his tone. He was enjoying this too much which was apparent from the grin upon his face. Crossing his legs, he leant back in the chair, relaxing. This only made Bakura -livid-, which was obvious by the increasing scowl upon his lips. Oh, how Diabound -loved- to antagonize his little brother!
"Uhm…" Ryou gazed between the two, a bit worried by the look on Bakura's face. Was this always how it was between the two brothers? He really -hoped- this wasn't an actual fight because he would hate for Bakura to get upset-and not only because it would ruin the 'mood' either. Not that it mattered really; the 'mood' was already done with as soon as a pair of crimson eyes let themselves be known. Shifting, Ryou crossed his feet beneath him, now sitting up since Diabound had frightened him from lying down.
"Ugh, don't feel sorry for him Ryou, he's an idiot and certainly not a guest; a guest in invited in but an intruder lets themselves in," Bakura snapped, beside Ryou, folded his arms crossly over his chest as he leant against the wall beside the bed.
Eyes growing wide, as if hurt, Diabound pressed a hand to his chest. "But little brother, the door was open! How was I supposed to know what you were doing in here? Listening at the door would've been-"
"Screw you, you probably would've done it anyway, even if the door wasn't cracked open!" Bakura snapped, sinking further down the wall. Ryou, biting his lower lip, shyly reached out a hand to take Bakura's into his own. He turned to Bakura and gave him a small smile, squeezing his hand before turning to look at Diabound.
Bakura, seeing this smile…wasn't sure what to do. He did feel a little calmer though, but -not- better; better would've been Diabound getting a spiked boot thrown at his head. He took a deep breath and squeezed Ryou's hand back. It was probably a good thing he had too because if Diabound would've upset Ryou, he would've scrambled up in a second to beat his ass.
"So…Dia', what have you been up to all night?" Ryou asked, attempting to change the subject. Part of him, had he known the brothers better, would've found this funny. In fact, if it had been him and one of his friends Because he wouldn't have done it alone peeking on someone, he probably would've been dying of laughter by now; however, it being him…
It kind-of sucked.
"Finally, some kind words! Thank you Ry-Ry!" Diabound grinned, stretching his arms out in front of him for a moment. "Nothing really! Let's see, what did I do today-OH! I know, I'll tell you about my whole day, activity by activity so you can get the inside scoop! I won't leave out one thing!"
…Bakura took that thought back; fucking hell! He was going to -kill- him if he even tried to stall and ramble on as long as he could!
Ryou, seeing the increasingly hostile look on Bakura's face, wasn't sure what to do! He honestly looked like he was going to… Ryou shifted over more, scooting closer to Bakura to lay his head upon his shoulder.
Bakura's head turned to look at the male, unable to keep from settling some, body untensing. He wrapped his arm around Ryou instead of holding his hand. Just -because- Ryou was closer didn't mean he still wasn't as annoyed and wouldn't go after Diabound if he made one -slightly- wrong move.
Diabound was still too entertained for words. As always, his brother's eyes were the window to his emotions. That had always been his favorite thing about Bakura; how easily he could be read. However, maybe Diabound was just too used to Bakura's hostile behavior. He could tell right now by his eyes and the way his body was so alert; he was seconds away from trampling over Ryou to wring Diabound's neck. Smirking to himself, he knew the day Bakura actually was able to keep his cool would be the day Rosie O'Donnell got skinny. "Well, anyway; I woke up this morning, oh, what was it? I believe it was exactly 9:03 am! I was a bit tired but I didn't have a choice rather to get up or not because I had work in an hour! I stood up, stretched, and went into the bathroom to take a…" Diabound continued on and Bakura was -done-. Even Ryou being so close and -warm- couldn't stop him from mangling that bastard!
Just about to pounce the other, Ryou held onto him tighter, head lifting to meet his eyes. Bakura's teeth were gritted and he looked -furious-, well, until his eyes met Ryou's problematic ones. Seeing the concerned look upon Ryou's face, Bakura couldn't help it-he stopped in his tracks and sat back down to hug Ryou again. Ugh; this was such bull.
Laughing now, Diabound just shook his head. It was obvious the only thing saving him from Bakura's fist was…Ryou. Weirdly enough, that was the only thing that had ever been able to -keep- Bakura from doing anything. "Alright, I'm done. I'm sorry if Bakura's scaring you Ryou but it's just something you'll have to get used to. That dummy has the tolerance of a flea with everyone. He doesn't take jokes-no-anything well, except maybe Jose Querbo." Cracking up at his own joke, Diabound had to clutch his stomach. God, sometimes he swore he should've been a comedian.
Bakura just rolled his eyes, pretending he wasn't there, listening to his fake bake brother's obnoxious voice. He was too tired and too affronted to hear anymore of this. He just wanted his brother to -go- the hell away… Possibly to a different continent. "Dickhead," he muttered, leaning his head on Ryou's.
Ryou smiled a bit unsurely, snuggling closer to his boyfriend. Normally, he wouldn't have been so friendly with Bakura in front of another person but it wasn't like Diabound hadn't just seen them making out so… Attempting to get close to Bakura like this was kind of minimal now. "I doubt he's that bad…" Of course, it didn't help he had only known Bakura a couple of days. After what had just happened though, he kind-of didn't have a doubt in his mind Bakura was choleric. He didn't mind that though as long as…Ryou never did anything to make him feel that way.
Diabound -had- to snort. Not that bad…? Ahahaha. Ryou would learn-but as it was looking, so would Bakura. "Heh, say that again in a couple of weeks and see. Anyway, I'll leave you too alone now, so you can cheer up poor Lil B'-B'."
Bakura held in his breath. Lil B'-B'?! Oh, Diabound was testing him; he -knew- he hated that nickname more than anything else…
Oh, but he'd get his stupid brother back, as soon as Ryou was gone. He couldn't go after Ryou right now, after all. Why would he want to waste his time on that idiot when he could be here with Ryou, kissing him and getting to all over his soft body? For now, he would attempt to settle down and let Diabound -think- he was getting off free…
Once Ryou was gone, it was going to be on.
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"Does…your brother really make you that mad?" Ryou asked curiously, eyes upon Bakura. Bakura rolled his eyes-not at Ryou, but at the word 'mad' itself. He wasn't mad at Diabound as much as he just plain fed up and irritated by him. Sighing, he spread his arm over Ryou's waist pulling him closer. Once Diabound had left, he -locked- his door and shut off his light, giving better privacy and having a better excuse to be closer to Ryou.
"Ryou…the world bugs the shit out of me, not only Diabound." Closing his eyes, he leant forward to let his nose tip touch Ryou's. That statement more than said the truth; everything -did- piss Bakura off. Hell, even he had to admit it! There were very few things in life he actually -liked- or could tolerate. People were not one of them, unless he was drunk… And then they were only kind-of not one of them.
Ryou had to giggle, pressing his nose against Bakura's. "What's so bad about most people?"
Bakura scoffed, "What -isn't- wrong about most people? There are too many things that I just can't stand; I couldn't even begin my list because it would never end. I'm too tired to even think of things; if I think about it, it will only make me be even more annoyed." Ryou gave a slight nod, hand rising to Bakura's head. He let his appendages gently drift through his unbelievably soft, messy strands. He wishes he could've helped somehow, though he didn't say it. He didn't really get mad or annoyed easily and could deal with most people, even if they were being intolerable to most. He was patient and calm where Bakura was always on the edge. Maybe Bakura just had too much stress in his life?
"I…can see where you're coming from. People aren't always perfect, that is for sure but I don't think you can always be mad at someone for doing something, you know? Like…what pisses people off really bad?" Eyes upturning, Ryou bit his lip in thought. "Oh! Driving, when you signal and then change your mind and just being uncertain."
"But…that is obnoxious, why wouldn't I be mad?" Dumbfounded, Bakura nudged his boyfriend's nose, letting out a soft murmur at having his hair messed with. Damn, he loved that.
"Well, haven't you ever gone somewhere and not known your surroundings fully?" Bakura blinked, eyes closing. Though he hated to admit it that made sense. Yes, he had been a bit clueless on where to turn to get to somewhere but…he never really thought about it like that.
"Yeah..I Guess I have." Shrugging, Bakura kissed Ryou swiftly, forehead pressing against his.
"It doesn't matter if I do it though since I'm kinda amazing-okay, really amazing." Laughing, Ryou kissed Bakura again, eyes shutting.
"You are, but the thing about being awesome is…to be awesome, you also have to be fair and realize that just because your awesomeness exceeds that of most people doesn't mean you can flaunt that fact." Bakura smirked slightly, head arching back as Ryou's fingers started to rub at his scalp.
"And…why not? I didn't become awesome because I was fair, that isn't what people like about me and I don't want to disappoint people by -pretending- to be something I'm not."
"While that is true, sometimes, pretending can be what is best or when they realize you get special privileges; they might just dethrone you and sentence you for a hanging." Ryou smiled and kissed Bakura again, letting Bakura relish in it longer this time. A purr left Bakura and he broke the kiss, eyes shutting for a final time.
"Still, it's only one thing that there might be a reason to forgive someone for; that still leaves a billion and one things I cannot forgive." Ryou laughed and let his hand fall from Bakura's hair to brush a finger tip along Bakura's cheek.
"Well, it's still progress isn't it? Who knows, maybe, in time, there will only be a billion?" Bakura snorted, leg lazily draping itself around Ryou's body beneath the blankets.
"Mm, who knows what the future holds? Not me, or I'd be fucking rich by now. Ryouuu, I'm tireeed."
"Then go to sleep. M'tired too. Besides, unlike you, I have a long day ahead of me. I hope your room doesn't kill me in the process of trying to clean it. The way it looks right now, I think it just might." Ryou was only half-kidding. Honestly, he wasn't sure he'd ever seen a person's room this messy. Bakura was the first person possibly to have a beer/soda can collection without actually intending to start one. His floors were just -swarmed- with them. Ryou decided, right now, he liked Bakura's bedroom best when it was in the dark because you couldn't see any of the mess.
"Heh, but who offered to clean it, mm?" Bakura challenged, "And I never said I -wouldn't-…not help. I just probably won't help a lot. I hate cleaning; it seems so pointless to me when it just happens all over again. Why clean a mess when there's no need to?"
Ryou sigh exasperatedly, "There are plenty of reasons to clean, like to be organized. Don't you feel so good when you're in a clean room compared to this train wreck?"
"Uhh…no. It has no difference, in fact I like my mess better because then I don't have to feel like I'm messing up anything just by being in the room." Bakura bet Ryou's whole house was like that; spotless to perfection where it was sickening. Bakura hated going to houses like that. He liked places best…when they were comfortable. His room was a -tad- beyond that but still. He knew when he had a place of his own; it would be a place where people wouldn't feel like slobs just for not using a coaster.
"Really? I…love being in clean rooms. I think…it feels better for some reason, more refreshing."
"Are you sure you're sane? And what are you saying; you don't love my room?"
"Well…uhm," How could Ryou put this nicely? "It's…okay but when I get done with it, then I think everyone-including you will like it a lot better. But I don't have to love your room to like you, right…?"
Bakura shook his head. "Nah…" Bakura yawned exhaustedly, chin tilting downwards, making him nestle noses with Ryou again. "When we get married…promise me you won't go insane cleaning up after me."
Giggling, Ryou knew that could never happen. "I'll…like picking up after you, so I don't think it will be a problem…"
"Mm…" As the conversation dwindled, Bakura was left to his own thoughts. Ryou became silent and it was apparent within a few minutes, he was fast asleep, curled next to Bakura. He couldn't get a certain question off his mind; why would Ryou ever like cleaning, especially after him? How would that be enjoyable? But maybe…that was just another side Bakura couldn't see as of yet. For now, he'd sleep on it and maybe later, he'd figure out why the hell Ryou was so weird and why he was turned on by that fact. It made him wonder if he really knew himself at all. Ryou was everything he thought he'd never be able to stand; was Ryou just an expectation or was he just stupider than he at first thought? He didn't want to think about it, especially right now…
For tonight, he just knew he liked how things were and that was all.
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Ahhh! So I have actually been done with this chapter for over a month but looking over it became a problem because I haven't had time! A problem happened when my beta sent it to me and I had to refix it all over again myself since she is hard to get in contact with and bleck. I thank her for trying though!
Anyways, hopefully sometime I will get time for the next chapter, whenever that may be! I hope you all dug and thank you all for your reviews! Ima try to reply to those today and hopefully you will all send more to tell me how much I suck or do not! X3. Thank you all for reading and reviewing and have a bomb day!