A/N: Not the best chapter I've done, but I hope it's good enough. I don't like the ending a whole lot...it bugs me.

Disclaimer: I dun own YGO, kay?


Chapter 6: Somebody Someone

"—aaand then I tripped over you and fell flat on my face." Bakura finished, his hand rotating around as if to prove a point. Joey's jaw was dropped again. Bakura didn't give him close to any details of the kiss, but it pissed him off more than he thought it would. He barely noticed when Bakura's cold fingers gently tilted his jaw shut and lingered there before sliding gracefully away from his skin. "Watch it. A fly might decide to make your mouth its new home." Bakura said softly.

Joey shook his head a bit and grabbed Bakura's hand. Bakura looked at their hands blankly before staring into Joey's eyes. They were full of emotion like they always were, so the only thing that was surprising to him was that he couldn't pick out what each little emotion was. They all seemed to be jumbled together, as if each was trying to take over Joey's eyes. Bakura sighed, turning his head down and gripping Joey's hand back.

"What?" he asked. Joey didn't say anything. Instead, he took his other hand and caressed Bakura's cheek in his palm, guiding him to look up. Bakura obliged, staring with unreadable eyes. Joey leant in, his hand now under Bakura's chin. His eyes fluttered shut as he planted a small kiss on Bakura's lips. Bakura didn't respond to this, and Joey wasn't really expecting him to. When the blond broke away he didn't fail to notice the red line across Bakura's cheeks.

"And what happened this morning?" Joey asked as if nothing happened. Bakura gave him a little glare and slouched back in his seat, still holding Joey's hand.

"We just had an argument…" he said, looking off to the side. Joey sighed, and intertwined his fingers with Bakura's.

"Fine. Well, was he the one who made those bruises?" he asked, reaching over to tap Bakura's lips gently. Bakura blushed lightly as he nodded. They were almost gone, but he guessed Joey could still see them. Joey sighed and looked outside. "It's still raining…" he muttered. Bakura looked out as well.

"I hate the rain." he stated. Joey looked at him curiously.

"You do?" he asked. Bakura nodded.

"I don't know why. I just don't like it." he said, glaring at the rain. They sat in silence, neither speaking but both thinking. Bakura suddenly stood up, and let go of Joey's hand, speed walking to the door. Joey hastily followed, concerned for the yami. Bakura threw open the door and stomped out to the curb. He raised his head up and shut his eyes tight, screaming at the top of his lungs as the rain pounded down on him. Joey shoved open the door in time to hear what the screams were about.

"HEY! RAIN! I HATE YOU! GO AWAY! GET THE FUCK AWAY, YOU STUPID DROPS OF WATER! I HATE YOU! GO AWAY!" Bakura's voice echoed, turning just about every head around. As if to answer his complaint, a sudden rush of cold wind smashed into him while the skies roared viciously with a mighty, seemingly angry thunder. Bakura stumbled back, regaining his balance when the thunder and wind ceased. He blinked a few times, his face otherwise blank. Joey was gaping, torn between the urge to start rolling on the ground laughing or to go see if Bakura was alright.

Bakura smirked smugly, and moved his hand above his head as if removing a hat from his head. He rolled his arm downwards, bending low and letting his leg slide back. As he straightened up, he twirled his arm back up and made the gesture of replacing the 'hat' back upon his head. Joey grinned as Bakura gave a curt little nod, the smug look still set in place on his face, wide smirk and all.

"Dude…" he chuckled, trotting up to Bakura. "I think you pissed off the rain."

"Yep. And I'm damn proud of it." Bakura replied, jumping up a little as a small sign of excitement. Joey laughed, slinging an arm around Bakura's shoulders.

"You weirdo!"

"I'd prefer 'one gigantic heap of a psychotic mess', thank you very much."

Joey laughed again, and kissed Bakura's cheek. "Where to now, oh pisser-offer of the rain?" Bakura smirked.

"I dunno." he replied, leaning into Joey's hold as they started walking. He rubbed his head against Joey's chest much like a cat, closing his eyes. "Where do you wanna go? I'm free all day. Or at least until Ryou gets worried." Joey chuckled.

"Ya really care about 'im, don't ya?" he asked. Bakura nodded.

"He's my hikari. It's only natural, I guess." he said, giving a little shrug. Joey sighed, nuzzling his nose in Bakura's hair.

"Where do you think he's been goin' everyday?" he asked. Bakura grinned.

"I've got my ideas…"

"Like what?"

"He comes home smiling and giggling like an idiot nearly everyday. I'm sure you've got some ideas of your own now."

Joey thought for a moment, twisting his mouth to the side. Bakura sweatdropped, and sighed. To give Joey a hint, he kissed his cheek and ran his fingers up the blonde's spine. Joey shivered against Bakura's touch, and let out an 'oh!' in realization. "He's goin' out wit' someone!"

"Great job, Sherlock." Bakura muttered, resting his arm snug around Joey's waist. Joey grinned goofily, giving Bakura a loving smooch on his head.

"Hey, I'm not the sharpest tool in the farm." he said. Bakura sighed again, shaking his head and grinning.

"Sharpest tool in the shed, Joey." he corrected. Joey blinked.

"Well…I'm blond."

"Really? Couldn't tell."

"Bakura!" Joey whined. Bakura chuckled, tightening his grip around Joey.

"You know, hearing you say my name like that is really—" he started, but stopped himself, blushing. Joey blushed as well, looking at his feet. "Um, well, I mean, it just, um, uh, I-I..."

"I-it don't matter." Joey interrupted. Bakura let out a small groan, shutting his mouth. He thought for a moment, and glared up at Joey. "Hm?" Joey asked, confused at the sudden death glare.

"Why the hell were you feeling me up earlier?" Bakura asked dangerously. Joey blushed and his voice got stuck in his throat. He let out a few embarrassed choking noises, looking around frantically. Bakura kept glaring, his red eyes flashing evilly. "Well?" he inquired.

"Well, um, y'see, uh…" Joey stammered. He halted to a stop, turned Bakura around and kissed him deeply. Bakura's eyes widened, and the next thing he knew Joey whipped out a fast "Gottagoseeya!" and was now racing down the sidewalk. He stood there dazed, and when he snapped out of it, he growled.

"Hey!" he yelled. He took off after Joey, glaring at his back. When Joey looked over his shoulder at him, he got a scared look in his eyes and ran faster.

"Ack! Bakura!"

"That's right! Run, you baka! Run!"

Bakura chased Joey for a long time, and eventually caught up enough with him to begin calculating when to catch the blond. They came back to the park, sprinting across the wet grass. Bakura sped up, using the last of his energy to ready his legs after a quick pause at Joey's heel. With a final push, he leapt forward, thrusting his arms around Joey's waist and hugging onto him tight.

"Gotcha, you little—" Bakura shouted, but stopped when he realized he was currently tackling Joey to the ground. Joey let out a surprised cry as he fell, grunting loudly as he hit the ground and as Bakura fell hard on him. They both moaned from the impact, staying still from shock and air loss. Bakura was the first to come to, and sat up, straddling Joey's hips. "You ain't goin' nowhere." he growled, huffing.

Joey was breathing hard, letting out small little moans from the tackle. "Bakura…" he panted. Bakura blushed. Joey's eyes were shut and his soft lips were parted just enough to let the little moans and groans and gasps of breath come in and out. Sweat was dripping down from his forehead while a flush of exhaustion took over his cheeks. He was gripping the ground as if it were a lifeline. "Good kami, Bakura…" Joey gasped. Bakura yelled at himself in his mind when he felt himself start to go hard, forcing it down the best he could.

"It's Ra, for one thing." he said, poking Joey between his shoulder blades. "And the other thing is that you have to tell me what you were thinking earlier." Joey clenched his jaw, and groaned again.

"Mind gettin' off of me? It's kinda hard t' talk about that when you're…there…" he strained, blushing. Bakura paused, and put his hands on Joey's shoulders, using them to help himself crawl off of Joey. Joey struggled to sit up, and only did so when Bakura helped pick him up. He took a quick breather, and looked at Bakura.

"Spill it." the albino ordered. Joey chuckled at Bakura's tone, and slumped forward, his head nearly touching Bakura's chest. Bakura held onto his shoulders, helping him stay up. "Well?"

"Okay, first, I wasn't feeling you up." Joey started when he sat up straight. Bakura snorted.

"Suuuuure you weren't."

"Really!"

"Then what do you call rubbing my ass, then?"

Joey pouted, and smacked Bakura's hand. "Numba two, it was only from curiosity."

"Curiosity of what?"

"How long it would take for you to notice. Now shush." Joey told him, waving his hand. Bakura growled, but Joey ignored it. "Third, it was your fault for even letting me 'feel you up', as you so put it." Bakura didn't respond, knowing fare well that Joey was right. He sulked and crossed his arms, looking over to the side, mumbling incoherently. Joey grinned proudly, crossing his own arms. "And I must comment on how tempting it is to grope you, Bakura."

Bakura blushed, flicking his eyes to look at Joey. "What, did you enjoy it?" Joey shrugged, grinning a bit less.

"I dunno. I've never touched a man's butt."

"Well you sure did a hellouva lot of it for your first time."

"Hey! It was curiosity!"

"And curiosity killed the cat. Or, in this case, the dog."

"Bakura! Kisama!"

Bakura snickered. "Now I see the enjoyment Kaiba gets in this. You're so cute when you're angry and flustered!"

Joey blushed. Did Bakura just call him cute? "Th-thanks…I think…" Bakura grinned, and got on his knees, leaning over to Joey.

"It's true." he hushed, getting nearer. Joey blushed more, and discovered that his heart rate increased as Bakura put his hands on each side of him, still drifting closer.

"N-no it ain't!" Joey argued. Bakura chuckled. He tilted his head to the side a bit, staring Joey in the eyes and smirking. Joey found himself yearning for the yami, and urged for him to just come closer…

"Who says?" Bakura asked, his husky voice suddenly becoming a drug to Joey's mind. Joey didn't reply, only watched as Bakura got nearer. Bakura grinned, and stopped moving when he was just an inch or so away from Joey's face. "'Cause I say you're cute when angry, adorable when pouting, and absolutely tempting," he whispered, his breath tickling Joey's face and teasing his parted lips, "when vulnerable in my control." With that, Bakura rested his lips on Joey's, kissing him harder when Joey opened his mouth a little bit from shock.

His tongue licked Joey's bottom lip, asking for entrance in. Joey hesitantly widened his mouth, grateful when Bakura's wet tongue plunged in, swirling inside his mouth. He let out soft moans into the kiss, now holding the back of Bakura's head with one hand, deepening it. Bakura pressed himself onto Joey, taking advantage of his parting legs. His heart raced, beating faster with anticipation. The kiss soon became more heated and passionate, both tongues dancing and both heads swerving in sync with each other. Joey soon had both hands grasping Bakura's white hair, feeling himself being pushed down to the wet grass.

Bakura now lay between Joey's legs, their lower parts touching and their lips fighting one-on-one. He could feel Joey getting hard, but wouldn't allow himself to do the same. Their breath shot in and out of their noses, neither wanting to break the kiss to take in much needed air. Bakura's slender fingers ran through Joey's hair, rubbing the side of his head and scalp. Joey's gentle moans started to turn him on, he finding it harder to control his hormones. At long, unwanted last, they became desperate to breathe, and broke the kiss, breathing hard.

Joey's eyes were shut tight, his head tilted back and his diaphragm rising and falling quickly. His cheeks were flushed, and his pants suddenly felt too tight. Bakura was in slightly better condition. His eyes were barely open and his breathing wasn't as hurried as Joey's. He had held back a bigger hard-on, and he knew he would regret that sooner or later. Both teens locked eyes when they at least opened half-way, and both grinned nervously.

"Holy crap…" Joey breathed, still panting. Bakura chuckled, and leant down for another kiss, too tired to have another make-out session. Joey barely had enough energy to spare to return the kiss.

"Y-yeah…heh heh…" Bakura replied. Joey moaned when the yami shifted between his legs, blushing intensely because of it. Bakura didn't seem to notice at first, but the sly smirk on his face proved otherwise. "Hey…Joey…"

Joey blinked and panted a bit more. "Yeah…?" Bakura's grin wasn't looking too innocent right now…

"Say my name."

Joey was confused. "Wh…what?"

"Say my name." Bakura repeated. Joey shrugged a bit.

"Bakura…" he breathed. He heard how vulnerable and needy he sounded, and blushed madly as Bakura's grin grew.

"Again..." Bakura whispered, moving his hips against Joey's.

"Ohh, Bakura…" Joey moaned, clutching Bakura's hair. Bakura's grin turned more cat-like, and he lowered his head down to Joey's ear.

"I love it when you say my name like that."

Joey blushed harder, and hugged Bakura's neck, nuzzling his face in his neck. "Bakura…don't go…" Bakura's face softened and he kissed Joey's ear.

"Why would I?" he hushed. Joey smiled, and kissed Bakura's wet cheek. He closed his eyes as he laid his head on the ground, the rain still pouring. Joey sniffled, and let out a small sneeze. "You really pissed off that rain, 'Kura."

Bakura chuckled and rolled off of Joey, lying next to him. "Yeah, I did, didn't I?" he said. Joey laughed.

"Man…I don't wanna go home…"

"Then don't. You can stay with me." Bakura offered, grasping Joey's hand. Joey sighed, his eyes still closed.

"Can't. My old man wants me to come meet his new girl. Says she's different." he said. "I don't see how, though. Each woman leaves him within a week or less." Bakura looked over at Joey and pecked his cheek.

"He hurts you, doesn't he?" he asked, concerned. Joey stared at him before his eyes saddened.

"I'm used t' it. He's a drunk. He doesn't know what the fuck he's doin'." he said. Bakura growled.

"If he ever lays a hurtful finger on you, you come to me immediately. No buts about it." he told him. Joey smiled.

"Alright. I will." he promised. Bakura smirked.

"Good." he said. Silence passed, the only sound being the rain falling. Bakura shivered, the cold finally getting to him. He didn't get sick easily, so he didn't worry too much about it. Joey, however, he did worry about. He was sniffling a bit more after that sneeze. Bakura turned a bit on his side, reaching his arms out over Joey. Before he could fully wrap his arms around him, Joey did the same as him and took him in his arms.

"You look cold, 'Kura. You're shivering." he said, hugging him tight. Bakura's eyes were wide.

"Joey…" he muttered. He wiggled from Joey's grasp, sitting up. Joey looked at Bakura, confused.

"Bakura?"

Bakura pulled him up, taking him in his arms. "Joey, I hate to do this, but I need to take you home." he said regretfully. Joey blinked and sneezed.

"Why?" he asked.

"You're getting sick, you idiot!"

"Oh…"

Bakura sighed and stood up, pulling Joey up with him. "C'mon." he said. Joey looked at Bakura and smiled, cuddling up to him. They 'cuddle-walked' back to Joey's, both of them shivering. When they got there Bakura hesitated to let go of Joey. He knew he had to, though… "Take care…I'll come by tomorrow to check on you." Joey smiled.

"Okay. See ya then." he said. He bent down just a little and kissed Bakura sweetly. "G'night, Bakura."

"Night. Remember what I said." Bakura replied. Joey nodded. His nose was very red, and his skin was paling from the rain. "Now go on before you get any sicker." Bakura told him, pushing him towards the stairs. Joey grinned.

"Thanks. I—" he said, but stopped himself. He smiled, and trotted up the stairs. When he got to his door, he waved down at Bakura. Bakura waved back, smirking. This time when Joey entered his apartment, a beer bottle didn't smash against the door, but a woman's voice greeted him kindly. Bakura smirked as Joey smiled, greeting the unseen woman back. He stared until the door shut, and started walking back to Ryou's apartment, shivering still.

He thought about Joey. Why had today gone so much like it had? The kissing, the hugging, the 'take care's, the everything! Bakura didn't know why it took only one day for him to feel so…weird about Joey. His heart beat faster when he thought of him, and he wanted to be with him all the time. It was strange for the thief. He had never had such feelings for anyone…much less in just one day! Bakura sighed.

What was wrong with him?

Was he just becoming soft? Why did Joey make him so happy? Why could he so easily kiss him and tease him like he had at the park? Why could he so easily laugh and almost smile at Joey's actions and words? What was it about the blond that made him wonder what love really was? And…what was Joey about to say when he left? "I—" what? What? He what?

Bakura racked his brain until he almost passed the apartment complex. He walked up the stairs, still in thought. Suddenly, when he reached the door, he let a smile escape. He was thinking about Joey's smiles and laughter. That natural silliness just made him happy. He could be so innocent…yet he wasn't. It was that innocence that tickled him. Joey wasn't as innocent as he seemed at times, but all the same.

When he got out his key, the door slammed open and a worried Ryou stood at its entrance. "Bakura! You're home! And soaking wet!" Ryou cried. He sprinted into the house, coming quickly back with a large amount of towels. Bakura took one, drying his hair, the smile still on his face. His hikari was innocent, too, but it was pure. He walked in the apartment, and was practically shoved to the bathroom where Ryou had turned on the bath for him. Bakura blinked.

"Ryou…"

"Warm bath, now! You'll catch a bloody cold, Bakura!" Ryou scolded from worry and concern alone. Bakura smirked widely at him, ruffling his hair.

"Okay, okay, hikari. You mind leaving?" he said. Ryou was confused at the near-smile, but blushed and hustled out of the bathroom.

"Gomen, Bakura!" Bakura heard from behind the closed door. He chuckled and undressed, slipping into the hot bath water. He lay back, sighing. His thoughts began to drift back to his and Joey's make-out session, and this time did not even try to stop his hard-on. He was a guy; it was natural for him to think of such things, right? Bakura grinned, savoring the memory of the sound of his name coming from Joey's sweet, addicting lips. He closed his eyes, just now thankful for the shelter he had from the beating down and freezing rain.

Bakura stared at the ceiling. Joey made him happy. And he could only hope Joey felt the same way about him. That need for the other. Bakura didn't like being dependent on one person all the time. Or, now at least, be dependent alone. He wanted someone to need him for who he was. To want him there with them. To, possibly, love him.

He was really wishing that Joey was that someone right now.


I'll update if I get two comments. I've got some of the next chappie written but i won't post it until that number reaches 6. Please?