I have been so tempted to raise the rating on this just for the hell of it, but if I do, I'd probably end up going over board with the freedom. I don't think I will though, but if anyone has ideas that strike you interest and I need to raise the rating, review and tell me. I might make a separate story just for it.

Also, my mind has died forever and I need help to return it to normal. If anyone has a way for me to make chapter seven amazing!

Please say something.

Anyway, for the first time, this might be extremely short in comparison.

Enjoy chapter six.

It had been two days. Two long and drawn out days according to Bakura. It had been two days since that night at the club. Since the day they had kissed. Since Bakura was injured. Those moments- All of those moments, Ryou couldn't stop himself from remembering.

"Damn!" It was a sharp voice in the bathroom that made the boy finally look somewhere other than the white ceiling. He had been laying, back on the bed as he waited for his Yami to exit the bathroom, in which he was wrapping his healing wrist in. He had insisted he'd do it himself, but Ryou didn't think he was all to sure that he could it himself, and not open the wound. It worried him and the sharp voice that was harsh and bitter at something, not him; made him worry more.

"Kura-kun?" He sat up and tilted his head, hanging his legs over the bed and putting his hands on the edges. Bakura's muttering voice was quiet and not focused on him. Ryou, not thinking of that sign a good thing, stood onto his feet. He walked, no paced back an forth for a brief moment, but the impatience in him took over and he hurried to the partially open door.

"Ra…" Bakura had his wrist wrapped but the bandages weren't wrapping his wrist in white anymore. One eye was shut tight, and he gripped the bandages and tore through them to take them off. He looked at his wrist, lifting it in the light. His blood ran down is arm, and in the mirror he saw brown eyes peeking in. White hair slid around them and curved on those soft cheeks. He opened his eye and looked him over. He lowered his hand into the skink. He narrowed his eyes and looked down.

"What do you need Ryou?" Those big brown eyes blink and bat fluffy eyelashes that flare out just a bit. Those eyes that were rounded much more than his. Bakura glanced over at him and then grabbed a towel near by, pressing it to his wrist. He looked into the mirror a bit. Looking at the mimicking white locks that match Ryou's nearly perfectly.

"You're bleeding again. Can I help now?" He was given a slightly irritated look.

"I can bandage myself, it was just a mere accident," He rolled his eyes and looked at his wrist and watched as blood still ran down the drain.

"Mere accident? You're bleeding, you should have been more careful," His eyes were stern but when a cool gaze was landed on his, he instantly looked down. "Let me help you."

Bakura sighed and lifted the towel off his wrist and ran water over it. Washing the blood and making it still like hell. His eyes narrowed and one eye closed again. He grit his teeth and braced for the real sting as he grabbed the soap and wiped at the edges and cleaned the wound so it wouldn't get infected.

"Fine. Go ahead," He rubbed gently, letting the blood stain the water red. He heard the footsteps behind him and looked back. Hands touched his arm lightly then went to his wrist which was submerged under he water. He could hear the gulp that slid down Ryou's throat in a swift drop. He closed his eyes and let the boy do as he needed to get the bandages to stay on his arm and what not. The blood loss over the past few days wasn't going to effect him well and he was already a bit paler. He kept insisting he'd be fin, but when he looked at himself he had to admit, he could at least try not to bother with the bandages.

Ryou's hands gent pressed on the bandages and wrapped the writs gently. His right hand holding Bakura's lightly in his palm. It felt warm, and a pulse was going through it, resounding through his skin and back. The feel made his heart slow into a rhythmic purr of beats. It was just a relaxing feel, holding the hand that was laying its fingers limply on his skin. Bakura's fingers tensed and move a bit when he tightened the next wrap. He paused and looked up at the face which had eyes shut with slight content, but also the brow creased just slightly in thought.

He focused on his face and put both hands over the mostly done bandages gently. He leaned to see each curve- edge- angle. The fascination it all was that the soft looks were his Yami's and sort of his own. He stared at his lips for a bit and remember the traces of their heat on his own. It was a tingling sensation that sent shivers through his spine and urged to want more.

The brown, sterner eyes opened to investigate the pause, and his face flushed. Ryou looked back to the bandages quickly and wrapped them over and over again. Pausing when finally they were just white and nothing more. He swallowed and nervously cut the bandages so they stayed together and not having a loose end or two. The Boy averted his gaze and scratched his cheek.

"Thanks," The simply stated word was good enough for him. He knew very well Bakura wasn't going to make a long and drawn out thank you or much of an thank you at all. He nodded and felt his cheek gently skimmed over, knuckles tracing the surface before retreating and the Yami leaving the room to head to the kitchen. The place where he had gotten the wound in the first place.

He bit on his lip and looked down, wonder if he should follow or not. Finally deciding, his feet moved along the tile but paused. He turned to clean up the bathroom, not wanting to leave the bloody mess the way it was.

Bakura on the other hand, left and stopped in the kitchen, only to grab a soda and popping the can open and drinking from it. Tasting rich cola slide along his tongue and soon down his warm throat. His mouth was dry as he had been wrapping his wrist futilely. He yawned and it only made his throat all the more dry. Pissed off that what he was doing wasn't helping his throat what-so-ever, he rubbed an eye bitterly. Small wet tear had formed as he yawned. Unlike Ryou, he didn't sleep well at night last night. Nor the past night before that.

Pressing the can to his warm lips, the cold metal was tilted back and the sweet fluid slid down his throat with pleasurable effect. His mouth pulled away slowly as liquid still fell, his mouth open and welcoming to it. Once the can had finally lost its contents, his eyes looked up at the glinting can. His tongue skimmed over his lips, wetting them and glossing them with saliva. He could remember the kiss against the wall of the club. He could have taken that much further and felt much more, but he had stopped. He wasn't quite sure why though. He didn't have to listen to Ryou. Lowering the can and looking down at the aluminum's shine, he stared a slight picture of himself that reflected itself on the can's top.

His hand tightened it's grip a bit before finally he crushed the can in his hand quickly. He tossed it in the trash and listened to it clang on the sides of the metal walls. He nodded gently to its sound before turning and heading for his room. He paused, still seeing the bathroom light on. Walking in, he could see hands fumbling over towels and cleaners. Ryou's hair was tied back evenly with a ribbon, and he raised his eyebrow curiously. The boy's breath that escaped his lips was noticeable for him. It was a tasty way how he leaned and kneeled over the floor.

Bakura though, being one not able to resist such temptations, bent over behind him, pulling back on the boys hips quickly and letting go after hearing a high yelp from his Hikari. Ryou was startled. The jerk had made him fall forward and lay on the floor. He gripped his shirt as he rolled to his back a bit.

"Kura-kun, th, that scared me!" He was breathing a bit fast but he caught up with himself. Bakura's hand fell onto his cheek and he blushed a little liking the feel very much. His cheeks flushed pink and he closed his eyes and felt the fingers trace his lips and then his neck and chin. He swallowed and turned his head, opening his eyes.

"Stop cleaning, and get up. I'm tired," Bakura did look like he could use some rest.

"Well, okay. I'll stop, you can change and lay down okay?" He smiled and started to stand up but was suddenly pulled up and into his chest. His scent slightly smelled of sweat from being tense and it smelled slightly spicy, but it was nice actually. He felt Bakura stepping back, and his own feet on top on Bakura's toes, balanced gently. There was a falling feel and he tensed, but they both hit the bed. Ryou was pulled close to Bakura's chest and warm body. He looked up at him and noticed his eyes shut.

"You'll stay here with me," Bakura's voice was just a soft whisper but it sharply rang in his ear with a tantalizing feel. It made him shiver and nod a bit.

"A, alright…" He could feel the arms that held him so warmly. So softly. They weakened around him as Bakura's breathing deepened and he fell asleep. Ryou smiled and nuzzled as close as he could. He closed his eyes, taking in all of his scent.

As I said, short.

I hope this short chapter was good enough for all of you.

Thanks.