Next to Nothing

by Pork Steak the Grande

If they think Bakura is falling in love they must be kidding themselves. Bakura doesn't do love...or so he thinks. BakuraxRyou, MarikxMalik.

10. Straight in the face

#Sup all?! 8DD

-

Pale fingers gripped the handle of the stainless steel fridge, yanking it open in downright disgust. How was it possible to have absolutely -no- food at all in the house?! His mother has said she was going out shopping only the day before. Hadn't she thought to have bought anything Bakura would actually eat? Yes, his fridge was stocked full of fine vegetables and lovely organic fruits but…

He didn't know -how- to cook and he really had no idea what the hell vegetables you even used for specific dishes, making his frustration that much more solid. It was nice and all that his parents were trying to change their diets so they could be healthy and live longer or whatever bullshit but -why- did that have to include not buying prepackaged foods?! They -knew- that was the only thing he actually knew how too cook. He frowned deeply; maybe they were just getting cheap with age. Maybe this was all a front just to make him have to go out and buy his own food!

…But it couldn't have been that. Half the time, Bakura didn't even eat what his mother made and Bakura was hardly ever home anyways and on the chance he was, there was -at least- a TV dinner or two just waiting for him in the freezer. …But not anymore! Right now, their freezer held nothing save frozen vegetables, meat, and a very -old- looking box of popsicles he was sure he could date back to 11th grade. He gritted his teeth, slamming the fridge door in displeasure. There was -nothing-, and his mother wasn't even home tonight for him to complain about to. She was out at the gym, forcing his poor father to exercise and keeping her two sons at home, starving and withering away to -nothing-

He rested his bare back against the fridge, glaring down at the tiled flooring. If only Ryou were here to cook for him. He was sure Ryou would know what to do with all that shit in there. He bet Ryou could even make him something amazing that was actually -worth- waiting for. The only problem was, Ryou hadn't been answering his text messages for the day and he was sure Ryou was working long hours again, since so many of his co-workers were incompetent and had suddenly gotten 'sick'-or they were just fuckers and selfish and wanted to be out in the snow, snatching up any of Ryou's free time.

It had been -two- days since he'd even truly heard anything from Ryou. The first he had gotten stuck working all night with only his stupid ass brother for company and the second he was hounded with a ten-page essay to finish by the next morning. Needless to say, Bakura had been stuck home, having to suffer and go hungry because he sure-as-hell was not eating any fucking egg plant lasagna; no fucking thank-you-. But truly; two days away from Ryou and he felt…empty somehow. Not really depressed, but like he was…missing something. It was odd and highly confusing and he didn't understand these strange emotions in the least, yet still…

When Ryou wasn't with him, he admitted, things seemed different. Maybe he was just so used to spending time with him so it was weird not to, or it could've been the fact that he had been unnaturally horny the past couple of days as well. Either way, a part of him really did miss Ryou's company. To miss someone felt so foreign and he still was skeptical it was even true. But how many times had he remembered himself wishing Ryou would've been there? And the third night would pass tonight because Ryou still wasn't texting and it was unlike Ryou to not jump at the chance. Ugh; this fucking sucked.

He couldn't find any good food and he sure as hell couldn't get laid. He told himself he only wanted to see Ryou so badly because of that fact but really… Ryou being around would make him feel a little bit calmer. He had been a little too on the edge, especially today, and Ryou being there to kiss and mess with seemed like the perfect escape. Plus, Ryou would make him the food he pitifully desired and who could go wrong with that?

All-in-all, he just…really wanted to see Ryou's face because no matter how stupid it was, it was just what he wanted most.

His arms folded up over his chest and he stood there in his boxers for a good couple of minutes, contemplating his next move. He was sure there was nothing to make. He hadn't searched to the very back of the cupboards but…

It just didn't seem promising. One disappointment after another seemed to be taking place and this search for food was getting so hopeless. He almost wondered if he should've ordered out but currently he was broke and knew his car payment was coming up. If he spent too much, he risked having to take on more work than he could really handle right now and that didn't sound like quite worth keeping himself full for a few hours.

His mind looped back to Ryou and how great the world would seem if they would just let him come to his house and make him something. Unfortunately, the world was never quite that perfect. He frowned, throwing his head back with a groan. There was always one of his friend's houses. Maybe he could just get dressed and go over there? But…he felt so tired and drained from school and work already. He was exhausted and didn't feel like drinking or joking around; not tonight.

Tonight, he simply wanted to eat a good dinner, take a nice, long bath, and possibly fantasize about Ryou cooking him food in nothing but a frilly apron, and go to -sleep-. He had already undressed once he had gotten home from work and doing it again sounded so tiring. Why did everything always have to be so hard?

It was then Bakura heard the front door slam rather unsettlingly. What the hell? It wasn't like his parents to slam a door without some blood curdling screams first so that only left one person on Bakura's list. Diabound must've been home and he had either closed the door rather harshly (and it was a heavy door), or he was -pissed-. Bakura hoped it was the latter because god, an angry Diabound was -fun- to fuck with and right now, Bakura needed a good laugh.

"Fucking…I can't believe they did that!" He could hear his brother cursing to himself from inside the kitchen and he tried not to snort.

"Something wrong, Dia'?" He taunted audibly from his place in the kitchen, arms falling to Bakura's side as he strutted to the doorway, peering out to see his brother staring back at him, looking livid.

"Yes, something -is- fucking wrong! I swear to god, as soon as I have my fucking degree I am done with Target and all its bullshit forever!" Diabound shouted, eyes filled with inner rage.

"A bad day at work sweetheart? Oh, I'm so sorry!" Bakura cooed, grinning. It was nice to be on the giving end for -once- instead of having to receive all of it from his dickhead brother. Bakura was sure he'd pay for fucking with Diabound later but for now, his testosterone wasn't about to let him back out just yet.

"No, my day wasn't bad, it was fucking -awful- and I am so fucking tired of it!" Diabound slammed his fist on the wall, grimacing.

"Oh, poor boy, would you like a hug?"

"BAKURA SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Bakura snorted, lifting a hand to his mouth as he watched the angered male eyeing him dangerously.

"I don't want your bullshit right now I am just…ugh!" Diabound slammed his hand onto his face, nails digging into his tanned skin. Diabound let out a troubled growl, pulling out a kitchen chair to fall down into.

Bakura decided to take a break from teasing as he was actually a little curious to hear what had gone on. After all, Target was Ryou's work too and whatever affected Diabound could affect Ryou as well. But really, he hadn't witnessed his brother so frustrated in a long time. Usually his brother was so easy-going and very hard to get a rise out of-in fact; he was usually the one pissing people off, not the one getting pissed.

"Why, what even happened?" his eyes drifted to his brother as his arms folded over his chest again. He leant against the doorway coolly, watching the male with interest. At least hearing Diabound's tale would keep his mind from his own problems.

"Just stupid fucking people saying shit they shouldn't. Apparently someone 'saw' me and Ryou supposedly fucking around a couple of nights ago, being extremely -friendly-. They said they 'thought' they saw us kissing but that can't even have been possible! We were both working the entire fucking time and like I told them; why the fuck would I mess around with my brother's boyfriend? And not only that but this girl said she saw me and Ryou -flirting- yesterday when we were on our lunch break. We weren't even sitting close!" He growled, head shooting up to glare at his brother angrily. Bakura suddenly became enraged as well for reasons he didn't even understand. Why the hell was there even suspicion? What had Diabound and Ryou been doing to even have the question brought up? Usually those kinds of things didn't just spew from someone's mouth for no reason.

He felt…jealous. But really, why did he even feel that way? Diabound was his brother and surely wouldn't fuck him over like that and Ryou either. But the thought of Ryou and someone else; Bakura's stomach churned. He didn't even want to think about it, especially not with his brother.

"And then after those rumors were dismissed because she had no fucking basis for that crap, they wanted to switch Ryou's and my hours around so nothing could be said any longer, which is so fucking stupid! AND THEN they assign Ryou to cashiering when we're short-staffed and send someone else to do returns that had never even -done- returns before, all because they just wanted to get back at Ryou. Then, the returns line went slow, people had the audacity to blame Ryou and I because we were supposed to have -trained- her beforehand though we were never told that! Can you believe this shit?! Not to mention they were telling Ryou he had been slacking at work lately and told him he was being watched! They even tried to question him about stealing because apparently, another rumor popped out that they had supposedly seen him 'lurking'. When the hell has Ryou ever even given off that impression; I just can't believe how fucking stupid jealous teenage girls are!" …Wait? Jealous girls?

"So what are they, your little fans or some shit?" Bakura shifted, one leg setting itself over the other casually as he watched his brother unsurely.

"Pretty much; one girl that just doesn't want to take 'no' for an answer, you know?" Diabound rolled his eyes, frowning in displeasure. "She especially hates that I'd rather work closely with Ryou than have anything to do with her."

"Huh." Bakura really wasn't sure what to say but it didn't seem fair that Ryou had to be brought into this little mess. All the crap they were saying about him would get Ryou fired, after all. As far as Bakura knew, he wouldn't sink completely if he lost his job but he did need it. Ryou had car payments and his father only sent so much home a month; Ryou needed food and other necessities. Still, it wasn't fair at all, and it made Bakura a little angry that they'd take advantage of Ryou like that because… Ryou was such an honest and sincere person; what right did they have to fuck such a good person over?

Diabound let out a deep, troubled breath, head sinking further into his hands. "I just don't want Ryou to get caught up in this, you know? He was absolutely livid like that and just a bit -scary-! He's so stressed out with school and working long hours; he just doesn't need this bullshit right now." Wait, wasn't it Bakura's part to say what Ryou -needed- and didn't? He couldn't help the envious frown that tugged at his thin lips. Ryou was stressed lately? How come he didn't know? Why did Diabound know all this shit about Ryou he didn't.

"What do you mean? He seems fine with I'm with him," Bakura ground out a little too obviously. Diabound blinked in surprise, head lifting. He had to admit, he hadn't expected his brother to be so sour about -that-.

"I mean, he just has been completely swamped with school work and for the next week or so they wanted him to work more hours than he can really handle. He's too generous to just fucking tell them 'no' so he's jumbling both."

…"Then why the hell didn't he tell me that?!" Bakura spat, arms folding over his chest defensively. Wait; why was he so mad about this anyways? What did it matter if Diabound knew Ryou's workload better than he did? Of course he knew; they worked together in the same department often. They talked a lot and Diabound knew Ryou longer than Bakura. But Bakura really was -mad- about that fact; for some reason, and he knew it was stupid, he was angry that his brother knew more about Ryou than he did.

After all, he was Ryou's boyfriend; he was who Ryou always loved being around so much. Ryou cared about -him- and was supposed to share shit like that with him so…

Why did he so often lead it out?

"Bakura, I don't fucking know; maybe because you don't ask?" Diabound countered harshly, eyes boring darkly into his brother's own. Usually, he was all for helping his little brother but really; today he just didn't want to deal with Bakura's issues, especially some strange resentment he felt because Diabound knew a little about Ryou's daily school life. Bakura already had Ryou completely wrapped around his finger; it wasn't like Ryou was going to stray away. Why was he so worried Diabound, of all people, had some sort of thing for Ryou…?

"Why would I need to since he just so fucking easily tells you?" Bakura snorted, eyes glaring daggers at the male in the chair. "Since I guess I am just a fuckin dickhead and don't care about anything!"

…Really, Bakura wasn't sure where his words were coming from? He knew the things he was saying were so overdone and he did ask Ryou sometimes about how he was but Ryou never shared. Shouldn't he have had this fight with Ryou and not Diabound?

"You really are one if you think Ryou spends so much time talking to me! He's probably just afraid you won't really give a damn if you want to know the truth. Face it Bakura; you've always played a damn good game of not giving a shit for people so you can't blame him." Diabound was even starting to get frustrated with his brother. How could he even think Ryou didn't care what he thought about Ryou's life? Ryou spent half his time daydreaming or awaiting his next text from Bakura during work. It wasn't like half their time was spent talking. Hell, most of their time was just spent studying together, not even talking about each other's personal life! And here Bakura was…jealous.

And Diabound suddenly felt a big load fall from his shoulders. Bakura was jealous over such a stupid, small thing…

And Bakura still thought Ryou wasn't any different, or he was sure at least, that the teen told himself that. Rrright. Diabound was actually grinning now, even as Bakura spewed out more hostile words. "WELL I JUST!" Bakura blinked, realizing suddenly how loud his tone was getting.

Was he really here, having this close to non-existent fight with his brother? And even so, why? What was he trying to gain? Diabound was right and Bakura wouldn't deny that. If it had been anyone else, Bakura was almost sure he wouldn't care much-but it was Ryou-and Ryou was…

Something else. And he couldn't stand the thought, for some reason, of Ryou having such a fucking hard time and not telling Bakura anything of it. Yes, Bakura was an idiot most of the time and didn't know the first half about most of the classes Ryou was taking but…still; there had to be something he could do, even if it was just telling Ryou's manager to buzz the fuck off because Ryou had to much school work to do. There had to be something…

And that asshole! His eyes stopped spacing and he gritted his teeth, realizing Diabound was -grinning- and Bakura swore his eye was twitching in annoyance. But still; Diabound was -right-. He was getting worked up over nothing. After all, what kind of idiot would set their brother up with someone they liked? And Ryou was definitely not the cheating kind, so that worry very outlandish.

But still; there had to be something he could do for Ryou…

And if Ryou thought he didn't care, well, Bakura would have to prove somehow that he did. He would've rather had Ryou complaining and ranting his fucking ear off than having him run to someone else. He knew, once again, he was contradicting his own beliefs but…

Hadn't he said it before to himself? He liked it when Ryou was happy and…he felt compelled, in a way, to make sure Ryou was that way, no matter what.

"You just…? Wanted to explain to me why the hell you're so loud and obnoxious and giving your poor, over-worked brother a headache?" Bakura snorted, shaking his head, all vexation leaving his dark pools. Suddenly, he was sure that fighting with Diabound was not worth the energy. He was tired and could think of better outlets, one being a certain doe-eyed boy he had missed of late.

"Go suck a dick and tell your managers to go to hell as well," Bakura replied, rolling his eyes. He stalked away from the kitchen, pausing once he reached the hall. "And if anyone thinks Ryou is with you, just tell them you'll have your brother personally send a video of himself and Ryou screwing just so they'll shut the fuck up."

Diabound grinned in response, unable to keep from chuckling. So Bakura really did like Ryou more than he let on…

It wasn't really a surprise to Diabound though. After all, Diabound had known this would work out. He knew his brother wanted to change but just couldn't find the right reason to do so. Ryou was the answer and it was proving to be working out quite well; after all, who else could make Bakura jealous when mentioned with Diabound? Had it been Malik, Bakura probably would've just rolled his eyes but not even cared. After all, it was never a surprise when he found out Malik was flirting with others.

But Ryou…he had actually seen rage in Bakura's eye because his cotton-haired boyfriend had been rumored to be close to Diabound and Bakura –was- envious that Diabound did have a good friendship with the boy. Didn't that mean something? Could Bakura see it? He watched his brother walk away but he wondered if Bakura really –knew- the strength of his own feelings for Ryou. Sure, his mother and he told Bakura they thought Ryou was definitely something else but…

Would Bakura's pride be able to come down long enough for him to realize what he felt for Ryou wasn't some stupid crush? His brother was so stuck in his ways; how could Ryou make him actually come out and admit he –was- changing? Sure it was slow, but over time…his brother's cold heart was melting and he just –knew- somehow, Ryou would get through to him. Ryou was just as strong, even if his looks hid that fact well. Somehow, he'd make Bakura see there was more to the world than alcohol and cheap lays. He wanted his little brother to be happy so bad because…

He knew other people didn't buy it because of the way Diabound and Bakura acted towards one another but; despite all of the shit they gave each other-he really did love his idiotic little brother, no matter how stubborn or stupid his brother acted. He wanted Bakura to have a better life and be able to relax. He wanted him to grow up and it was by chance Diabound had even thought of Ryou. It was just a feeling…

When he mentioned he had a brother to Ryou before and told him stories, Ryou seemed so intrigued. It had surprised him quite a bit because he had known Ryou for a little while and Ryou was always…a –little- boring. He liked to read and he didn't go out and had never even –been- to a party, from what Diabound knew. He didn't drink and spent most of his time with his cat, watching Discovery channel or food network. His friends had all pretty much disappeared since the start of college and he just seemed so –alone-. He had no social life and Diabound had seen Ryou enter in the building before…

He always looked so –sad-. Even know Ryou would never admit it and Diabound wouldn't bring it up; he saw Ryou looking miserable, day in and day out. He hid it well of course, smiling for anyone and everyone but when he went home each night from work…

Ryou's little façade disappeared. Ryou simply had –no- life and felt horrible about it. Diabound wondered time and time again if he should invite Ryou out with him or something but… Diabound had so little free time anymore thanks to strenuous classes and his friends were all drunks and the ones who didn't love partying were so intellectual and grown-up to the point of boringness. Ryou already knew enough people like that and besides, none of Diabound's friends were Ryou's age anyways. The only one he could think of that –was- his age was…

Bakura. And he knew all of Bakura's friends were, in general, nice. They were younger and loved to party as well but he knew Bakura had a couple of friends who weren't –that- into drinking. Bakura knew tons of people and, besides that, lately Diabound had –noticed- how much Bakura seemed to be partying again. He needed someone to slow him down and something different that wouldn't put him –further- into the hole he had dug himself in.

And Ryou; Ryou was just –adorable- and very fun to be around. He knew his brother's tastes and he knew Ryou would be an instant hit with him. Honestly, he had wanted to introduce the two for a good month or so before he actually got the chance because Bakura was with –Malik- and he knew nothing he could say could change Bakura's mind about that…thing. Diabound rolled his eyes at the memory, gritting his teeth. As long as Bakura was with Malik, he'd –never- change because Malik was even moreso immature. He only ever brought Bakura down and put him into horrible, bitter moods. Everything about Malik had –always- screamed trouble to Diabound.

And as for Ryou, every time his brother seemed to be with him or talking to him on the phone and even afterwards… He seemed so –calm- and collected. He wasn't so full of negative energy that he was getting angry at the smallest things. He didn't even go out and party every weekend anymore; instead, his time had been spent lately all with Ryou.

And as for Ryou, ugh. There was –hardly- a moment Ryou wasn't absolutely radiating, especially within the last week. Ryou liked Bakura so much and Ryou had told Diabound he had hung out with Bakura's friends and really liked them. Ryou was absolutely ecstatic and he should've been because everything for the two was going so well. And Diabound was happy for them.

Of course, there weren't times when he wouldn't look back and wonder but…

Nah. He shook his head, reclining back in his chair. Just like he had told himself before; he wasn't ready for a relationship and he never had time, anyway. If he had been forward with Ryou, yes, he probably could've got a date but what then? He knew he didn't want to be in love and definitely knew Ryou was cute enough to make him wander towards that way. Besides, Ryou was just beginning college and needed someone to relate to. Diabound was almost finished and would get his degree, then would be looking towards medical school within the next year anyways.

What time would he have ever had for Ryou? Wouldn't Ryou just be in the same position he was already?

Ryou wasn't right for him and that fact had been proved once again the moment Bakura and he had met. Ryou was great yes, if Diabound ever settled down, he would've liked to have had someone –like- Ryou, but Ryou alone…

Ryou wasn't for him and he was sure he'd get over that fact sooner or later.

-

Saying today had been –difficult- was an understatement. Ryou nearly had to –pour- himself into his apartment by the time he was done with work for the day. He was so –tired-. No, tired was an understatement; he was simply exhausted. First it was exams and the next; it was –fighting- horribly with his co-workers, trying to make them understand the seemingly impossible.

He frowned as he thought of it, brushing his hair behind his ear as he began to take off his shoes, letting them sit beside the door. He had been blamed for so many things at work, so many things he had never even done-especially dating Diabound! Diabound and he had never once even –hugged- and no one else save that one girl ever even got the idea that anything was going on. His manager seemed to want to hear none of it though. No matter what Diabound and he tried to say, it still took hours to convince the male that absolutely –nothing- was going on between the two save a normal co-worker relationship.

Not only that but there was stealing, and he hadn't –stole- in his entire life! He had money and why in the world would he have wanted to steal from the place he worked? He got a god discount, anyways! He sighed heavily, throwing himself onto his couch. It was truly amazing what people would do just to screw you over and get you fired…

He had been blamed for so many things in one day, all thanks to some girl he barely even knew! He had never wronged her, and yet she made up all these lies about him! And Diabound; Diabound said it was all about him because he had turned her down. Ryou frowned heavily, gazing to the carpet beneath him. How was any of that his fault though? He wasn't with Diabound and didn't even feel –like- that for the male. He had Bakura and he had even –told- them time and time again he was with someone else but the girl said he was lying!

But still, he just didn't understand; what did she have against him to make it so he was practically put on probation at work? Now he was going to be watched and he wasn't even allowed to work with Diabound hardly. They arranged their hours purposely so they wouldn't work with one another. How was that fair?

Ryou heard soft meows coming from the kitchen and he knew his cat was probably eager to be fed. He rolled his eyes, sitting up from his place on the couch, gazing over the edge to see his cat prancing towards him in her graceful way. At least she was happy to see him since no one else at fucking work was. It put so much more stress on him and Diabound as well. Diabound was even threatening to quit! And Ryou really wanted to fight more and prove he hadn't done any wrong but…

He just really hated being confronted and found it hard to find the right things to say. Still, it just wasn't true and he wanted to be believed! It wasn't fair that he was on the border of getting fired simply because of one girl's words. He just…he needed to escape it all. His biggest problem though wasn't school, or work.

In fact what he cared most about was the fact that he hadn't seen Bakura in what felt like –weeks-. It was all he could think about, even while getting yelled at. He knew it was immature to want to escape, but he did. He wanted so badly to call up Bakura to come and get him just so he didn't have to deal with any of it. He missed Bakura so much and hated being away like this when he didn't have to.

He wanted to call him so badly after work was out but he felt like he would've been a bother to Bakura because he was sure Bakura was having a hard enough time with work and his own exams. He didn't need Ryou bringing him down any with his problems. Ryou didn't want to be a burden but at the same time, he really wanted someone to talk to, and if nothing else…

He just wanted to be kissed and held, and to be –warm- because he had been so cold all day again and the only remedy was to be wrapped up in Bakura's arms. The only problem, of course, being…Bakura wasn't at his apartment and he was too frightened to call him. He knew Bakura would probably come over but he still was afraid to even try. He didn't want to bug him anymore than he was sure he already was. After all, he didn't want Bakura to go all strange on him again and completely disregard him for days.

He hated to be so needy but… Chocolate hues gazed down affectionately to the cat that clawed its way up to the couch to get to Ryou. Was it really so selfish just to want to be with the one you really…loved? His cat purred loudly as Ryou's gentle hand came up to scratch the animal's furry head. "Is it stupid that I want to see him?" he asked the cat, who seemed indifferent altogether. After all, the cat didn't understand what Ryou was saying but was probably lonely from staying in the apartment all day alone. But, like Ryou, even if the cat's words were lost in translation, it was still just nice to have company. The cat simply eyed him gratefully, like it always did, just glad to be given attention.

Ryou laughed as the cat took it upon herself to bite lovingly at Ryou's fingers. Maybe it was stupid but…sometime he swore he was closer to his cat than anything else. But if it could talk, what would she say? Would she tell him? Or better yet…

His memory drifted to a far off place, thinking of a family that was long forgotten. What would his mom say? He was sure she'd tell him to go for what he desired but then it was hard; she'd be dead for years so how much could he really rely on her opinion? But she had told him that no matter what he did, she would still love him; it was one of the few things that did leave him with confidence. It always made him wonder, if she could give her love so selflessly to him, was there anyone else who could?

It definitely wasn't his father. His father knew how to send money, but love was lost on him the day his wife had passed away. In the same way, Ryou often wondered if possibly, love could never go his way again, either. Yes, he had good friends and he'd dated minimally before but…when it came to real love; he didn't know it and was never shown it by anyone that he knew.

Maybe he was so clingy to Bakura because…well, he knew there were so many reasons for that, but most of all, save Bakura's ability to be so attractive and have such a great personality; he loved how Bakura did make him feel…-loved-. He loved the little things he did like making him Campbell's soup and taking care of him, even when he was so sick he couldn't do a thing else. He liked having someone who would actually take care of him because god, how long could a person go only watching out for themselves? It got old; in fact, before Bakura, it had gotten extremely old to the point where Ryou wondered if things could ever change. But then suddenly, Bakura came into his life and…

He sighed heavily, petting his cat. Bakura just made things so much better, even if he was just standing there, calling Ryou a dumb ass. It didn't matter what Bakura did, as long as he was –there- and right now, when Ryou needed him…

He wanted to –call- him and wanted to run to him, just like he had earlier that day. But could he really be so tactless as to just go straight to the point and tell Bakura he wanted to see him? Yes he had done it before but he had felt so miserable then; now he was upset, but he wasn't nearly so depressed as then. He still would've liked company though.

He slumped against the couch, rolling his eyes. Why did liking someone have to be so difficult? Weren't you supposed to be able to just run to that person anytime you needed them? But nothing about love was ever that easy; there were feelings and he definitely wasn't so naïve to think just because he wanted Bakura right now, the male wanted him just as bad. But still; he hoped for the day when he really –could- go to Bakura for anything and Bakura would simply roll his eyes and take him into his arms.

He was dwelling on this thought, eyes closing, when suddenly, his cell phone rang from within his coat pocket, which for some strange reason, he had failed to take off. He arms flailed and he unzipped his pocket as hurriedly as he could, reaching inside to grab his phone. He didn't bother to look at the caller ID and instead settled for just answering it. Besides, he probably knew who it was anyways; just Yuugi calling to check up on him or Miho to babble on about her newest crush. Still, either way, talking to someone would do him good.

"Hello?" he sounded out warily, leaning back against the moss green couch cushions.

"Ryou, what are you doing?" Suddenly, Ryou didn't feel so tired any longer. His heart was clamoring in his chest and happiness had drowned out any sort of depression.

Bakura!

"Bakura! Hi!" he couldn't keep the excitement from rising into his voice. He knew he sounded so love struck but…

The sound of Bakura's voice just seemed to brighten up his entire –world-.

"For someone who supposedly just had a shitty day at work, you sound so energetic…"

Ryou smiled to himself, cheeks burning. Ugh; Bakura would just never understand, would he? "I…I haven't s-seen you in a while, so… It's just nice to hear from you."

He could hear Bakura chuckling on the opposite end of the line. "I haven't seen you either, Ryou. I've been so lonely." How did Bakura always manage to sound so alluring? But then it crossed Ryou's mind; how did Bakura even know about his work troubles? He hadn't texted to tell him about them.

"How…did you know anyways?"

"Well…" He could tell Bakura was grinning. "Let's just say a certain bird with a love for fake tanning whispered it into my ear." Diabound had told Bakura? And Bakura had taken it upon himself to phone Ryou, just to make sure he was okay? Ryou was practically melting onto his couch, absolutely taken by Bakura. God; it was so ridiculous how much he just loved said male. Ryou laughed wholeheartedly, sighing.

"You really shouldn't call your brother such mean names, you know…"

""And you really shouldn't sit at home all alone when you could be here with me taking a bath." Ryou's eyes widened. Was Bakura serious?! Did he really want Ryou to come over?

"W-What…?" Bakura had to be teasing; he couldn't be serious after all! He didn't really want Ryou to just drop whatever he was doing (which was nothing) and go over to take a bath with him? So many perverted thoughts filled Ryou's mind as he thought of Bakura's luscious, flawless body, completely –naked- and sitting inside a bathtub, just waiting for Ryou together.

"You heard me. Hurry Ryou, I don't know how long I can wait for you."

"R-Really?" Ryou had to be suspicious; after all, it would be just like Bakura to tease him. But if he really was serious, what the hell was Ryou waiting for?! Forget drained, cold, and hungry; he was going to see Bakura!

"Ryou, don't be stupid. I –want- to see you so get your cute little ass over here and don't even make up your usual bull about school and shit. Tonight, you shall be mine." Goosebumps rose upon Ryou's arms as Bakura purred into his ear. Bakura just didn't understand, did he? Ryou was already his. He had been since the first day they had meant, undeniably. So it was to no surprise that Ryou seemed to spring up from his place upon the couch, heading to put on shoes.

"Then, I guess that settles it, doesn't it?" Ryou chimed back, smiling ridiculously big. His cat meowed for the return of his attention but he was long gone by now, head absolutely spinning. He was going to get to see –Bakura- for the first time in two days; oh, he couldn't wait to just unleash himself upon the male and absolutely cover that hot face of his boyfriend's in kisses.

"Mm. I'll be waiting." And Bakura hung up the phone before Ryou could get in one more word. It was no matter though; Ryou was going to see Bakura and he couldn't have been more ecstatic. Just a quick feed for his cat and a chance to change out of his horrendous red polo. Ryou wrinkled his nose at the thought of Target and the co-workers he was coming to very much dislike. Oh; work was going to be the furthest thing from his mind tonight. He wasn't going to let work spoil his time with Bakura, not ever.

Grinning, he knew he had to go and find an outfit that he thought Bakura would like. It had been much too long and he wanted to make the best impression possible, even if all his clothes were just going to come right off.

-

So far Bakura's plan seemed to be working. Ryou was on his way to the house and Bakura was getting all set up for his arrival. He knew Ryou had just gotten off so it was likely Ryou hadn't eaten yet. Bakura, meanwhile, had spent the last half hour making Pasta Roni since, unfortunately, his cooking skills only went as far as boxed foods and it was about the only thing edible in his cupboards anyways. It wasn't exactly healthy or probably up to Ryou's standards but it was still something and Bakura had put effort into it.

After all, he was good at making Pasta Roni and Rice a Roni as well; he had learned that if you added less water when you started, you wouldn't end up with a watery mess afterwards and the dish would come out looking like it did on the box and the flavor was good-or as good as boxed noodles could be, anyways. He really enjoyed them though, especially Broccoli and Chicken flavor. Hopefully that was good enough for Ryou because if not, he was at a loss for anything else he could possibly cook.

Even better, however, was the fact that he had found strawberries and whipped cream, which would be a perfect treat to tantalize his boyfriend with. Besides, he couldn't wait to see the blush upon Ryou's cheeks when Bakura fed him them. And he would, because it just seemed like such a fun way to screw with his boyfriend.

Now that a good fifteen minutes had gone by since he had talked to Ryou, he wondered where his boyfriend –was- exactly. It was only a good ten minute drive and Ryou wasn't the type to keep Bakura waiting. Still, even if it was only five minutes, it was somehow five minutes too long. Was Bakura weird for –wanting- to se Ryou so badly? He'd never admit it but when he had heard Ryou's voice, he –was- excited, just like Ryou had been. Ugh, he didn't want to freak himself out like before but sometimes, he really wondered what was going on and if it was –okay- to just ignore it and ho on like this.

After all, something had to give sometime, didn't it? He couldn't just avoid all the unanswered questions in his head forever.

The door bell rang and he gave up on his depressing thought train for now. Besides, he was supposed to cheer Ryou up and being moody himself would get them nowhere. His bare feet trudged along the dim hallway, bottoms of his feet cold as he hit the tiles of the doorway. His pale fingers extended out to grasp the door handle and he gave it a slow turn, a small grin playing on his lips when he saw no other than Ryou standing outside upon his doorstep, dressed in a squishy white coat that Bakura swore was –much- too large. "Well don't you look…puffy?"

Ryou's eyes nearly busted out of his head the moment the front door opened. He hadn't meant to seem so surprised but…it was 30-something degrees outside! Though the temperature inside was still much warmer…

Ryou still found it –strange- Bakura greeted him in a thin, silky pair of boxers and not a thing else. Geez, didn't Bakura have any decency at all?! Ryou sighed, knowing that the answer was of course, -no-. No; Bakura did not have any decency and tried his hardest to find out things that he knew would fluster Ryou.

And there the insults were again, making fun of his coat. But Ryou didn't care; whether he was blushing or not…he was still at Bakura's house, standing in front of a very –hot- Bakura who's arms he wanted to dive into. Maybe he shouldn't have given into temptation but Bakura made it so hard. He laughed and stepped forward, arms immediately curling around Bakura's waist.

Bakura smirked as well, kissing the top of Ryou's head, pivoting a foot backwards to lead them inside. After all, he –was- in only boxers and standing with freezing winds blowing at your bare skin wasn't so nice.

"Bakura…mm. What if it had been one of your parent's friends or something?" Ryou asked softly, letting his cold nose press into Bakura's warm neck. Bakura shuddered, but held the boy close anyways. After all, his face would warm eventually. He let a hand push the door closed, and set a hand at Ryou's shoulder, watching him affectionately.

"Well," he began, "Probably wouldn't have cared. If my mom's friends want to check me out, that's okay, isn't it?" Actually, it would've been a little disgusting but it wouldn't be as if it wasn't the first time some older women had checked Bakura out.

"Oh, you're so…!" Ryou stopped abruptly, trying to think of a good word, but none could come.

"What would that be Ryou, hmm?" Bakura's canines revealed themselves as he dared to grin, eyes meeting Ryou's as the boy's head lifted. "Perfect, sexy, wonderful…?"

"Chh." Ryou snorted, leaning his forehead against Bakura's nose. "You wish."

"No," Bakura sighed heavily. "I'm sure you'll agree when you see the fabulous dinner I've cooked you."

"But…" Ryou blinked in shock. There could be no way… He knew all about his boyfriend's skills in the kitchen and knew he had a better chance of cleaning than cooking well. "You can't cook…"

"Oh, I can do some things." Ryou had no time to reply as Bakura removed himself from Ryou's arms, taking a hand to lead him towards the question. It smelt good enough throughout the house, so Ryou had little reason to be scared. Though; had Bakura actually tried really hard to make him a meal?

That was so…

Ryou needed to quit swooning. Bakura hated cooking; even Ryou couldn't see Bakura making him a meal out of nowhere. Besides, as Ryou was dragged into the kitchen, everything seemed pristine and tidy. There was no way Bakura could've cooked something! Yet, still, there sat two bowls along with two crystalline glasses filled with a bubbly liquid. Champagne? Had Bakura really went through so much trouble, all for Ryou?

Bakura lead him to the dishes, taking up a glass in his hand. "So, what do you think?" Bakura couldn't help but contain a grin. "Gourmet, ne?"

Ryou wasn't sure what he had been expecting but when he glanced into the bowls to see…nothing but a bowl of prepackaged noodles, he couldn't help but giggle. Somehow, even if it was only Pasta Roni, it still sounded so good. He had been right to suspect Bakura hadn't completely outdone himself but still; it was sweet of Bakura to even go this far and Ryou couldn't wait to eat. Besides, he hadn't had Pasta Roni in a long time!

"It's great Bakura, really." Ryou laughed, squeezing his boyfriend's hand as he leant up to kiss his chin. "I…you're always too good to me."

Bakura snorted, laughing as well, a small murmur leaving his throat at the kiss. "You exaggerate but-it was the best I could do. I'm low on money and you know I have no fucking clue what to do with vegetables and raw meats. I just hope you like chicken and broccoli." Was it weird that he still felt so good being praised for making something so easy? It wasn't even that much, even he knew it. Yet Ryou, even know he laughed, he seemed so pleased with Bakura over fucking cheap pre-packaged food. '

It was just so weird, but did it matter? Ryou was all smiles and was happy…and that had been Bakura's plan, after all.

"I know, but I still think it's great! I've been hungry all day and work made me so mad, I didn't even go out for lunch!" Ryou picked up his fork, dipping it into the noodles to twirl a couple around his fork. "I haven't had this flavor before either!"

Bakura made a slightly dumbstruck face. "You've…never had chicken& broccoli? That's like, the best flavor out of them all. You really miss out on a lot in life, you know?" Ryou laughed, eyes filled with joy as he looked up to the male, taking the fork into his mouth. Bakura waited to see what his opinion was; not like it could've been bad. The boxed pasta was probably filled with MSG and other unhealthy, yet addicting chemicals.

"I like it!" Ryou beamed happily, taking another bite. In fact, Ryou wasn't so sure he'd ever –had- this good a flavor of boxed pasta before. Of course, that could've been his adoration for Bakura speaking; even if it was cheap and easy, it still meant something to him.

"Knew you would; you like all disgusting, yet wonderful foods." Bakura grinned, leaning over to kiss his boyfriend's head. "So I did well to please you?"

Ryou laughed, "Very well. I'd probably eat a good box or two to myself, in fact." He dipped his fork in for some more, slurping it up as he leant against the counter. "So…" He had to ask. "What is all this about a bath?" After all, he still wasn't sure if Bakura had been kidding. He –hoped- he was kidding…or at least he did to an extent. He had a long day at work and his body was –tired- out. A bath could calm his nerves and relieve his aching joints but…

He was still a little bashful about the idea of taking a bath –with- Bakura. The male had only seen Ryou naked twice, and both had been in the dark. There was just something about being seen nude in full lighting that made Ryou uneasy in his stomach,

"Well, we only have one but…" Bakura's eyes looked to Ryou schemingly. "I –could- let you eat me if you're lucky…"

Ryou groaned. Did his boyfriend ever –stop- with the lame, mortifying comments? Probably not. It seemed like every time Ryou was near him, he had at least 20 new ones to make Ryou blush about. "I don't want to eat you; you probably take like vodka."

"Oh, but you've never even had it." Bakura chuckled, taking a bite of his food. "Some are very yummy tasting and oh-so smooth. What's a matter Ryou, I know you're naughty…" Ryou's eyes widened, not expecting that perverted of a comment. Bakura could barely contain his laughter, seeing the way Ryou tensed, cheeks tingeing pink. Hell, it was just too easy to fluster him!

"Bakura…" Ryou's voice had a warning tone to it but Bakura didn't give a shit. Like he was going to listen to someone who couldn't even say 'penis' allowed without blushing.

"What's a matter, Doll? You know you want me deep inside of you, pleasing every last organ in that delicate body of yours." That was it! Ryou's ears were hot and his hand was clutching his bowl so tight, he was surprised it didn't shatter within his hand. Why did Bakura always have to make him like this?! "Come on…don't you like that idea? Don't you want me, babe?"

Ryou couldn't help himself. This time, he had to get Bakura back! He gave his boyfriend a hit in the side, sulking. "O-Owe! What the hell was that for?!"

"For being a freaking pervert! Geez!" Ryou couldn't help but smile twistedly as Bakura cradled his side, glaring at the teen. That'd show him! …Well, for a minute or two until he got Ryou back. "And you know I didn't even hit you that hard." After all, his pure concern for Bakura wouldn't have allowed it. But-a gentle punch was okay every now and again, just to remind Bakura that Ryou wasn't afraid to revert to violence…

Even if it was a little wimpy.

"You're no fun at all, you know?!" Ryou huffed, glaring right back at the male, lips forming a pout.

"I'm plenty fun but you always have to say such…such filthy things!" Bakura had to laugh. Filthy? Ryou didn't know the half of it. He could've said so many worse things, but Ryou would learn that in time. He still fully believed sometime, Ryou would be talking just as raunchy back-or at least, his lower parts hoped.

"Filthy? Come on Ryou, what are you; royalty or some shit? I wouldn't be surprised," Bakura retorted, leering so lustfully. "How else could you be born so pretty?" Ryou didn't like where this was going. Bakura's tone was beginning to make him anxious. He had a feeling he was going to pay for his vengefulness, and very soon.

Ryou looked to Bakura uncertainly, pressing his back against the counter. Bakura was returning his gaze as well, only he wasn't so unconfident. His eyes seemed to show the impish thoughts that went on in his head and Ryou knew. He felt himself gulp, butterflies within his stomach coming immediately to life. Bakura wasn't going to let him live-err…at least not peacefully. Still, Ryou tried to stand his ground and pretend he wasn't intimidated. "What is that supposed to mean?" He asked snidely, biting down on his lip.

Bakura just chuckled carelessly, setting his bowl atop the counter. His body slowly spun around, a hand sneaking its way onto Ryou's hip. Ryou was so sure he was trying to breathe right now, but for some reason, his lungs just wouldn't –work-! Dammit; how did Bakura manage to make his whole body freeze with just one look? "What do I mean, you ask, pretty little Ryou?" His tone was so playful, yet foreboding. Ryou had the instinctive to back himself further into the counter, as if he should try to get away.

It was too late though, much too late. Bakura had slipped in front of him now, pressing his lower body against Ryou's own. Ryou's heart was racing in his chest, adrenaline sky-rocketing. Bakura's face was hovering above his own, and he could make out every last detail in that handsome face. Bakura's eyes were so taunting and earthen; Ryou was lost. Bakura had him, 100 percent. Looking into his eyes so deeply like this only reminded Ryou of that fact; it was as if he had sold his own soul to the devil because he knew there was no way to get away from this. He didn't want to turn back; he was on the right track and god; Bakura just drove him wild, in every way possible. There was nowhere else he wanted to be.

It hurt so much, the pain shooting up his back as Bakura moved in a little closer, making Ryou attempt to move away. It didn't work; it would never work. Bakura would always be one step ahead of him, and perhaps that was why Ryou was so trapped. Still, Ryou might've been stuck, but that wasn't to say he didn't like that fact.

"Ryou," Bakura seemed to purr, furthering Ryou's daze.

"Y-Yes?" He answered back so shakily. His voice sounded so pathetic and meek; Bakura was so close to him and he…

His ears were burning again; he wanted Bakura. He wanted him so bad; to feel those hands all over him and to be thrown onto a bed, Bakura absolutely dominating him in every single way. He wanted to moan; wanted to scream; he wanted to be naked, sweat, panting…

Bakura's lips collided against his own, a rather surprisingly shrill moan leaving from his mouth. His eyes were closed and he…he had lost the fight. He always would. Bakura's teeth came out to graze gently over Ryou's bottom lip, making a pleasurable heat shoot throughout his body. His hand clenched needily at Bakura's shirt, the opposite fisted at his side.

Forget work; forget everything…

The only thing that mattered right now was Bakura and Bakura alone. "O-Oh…!" He cried pleadingly, body shivering as Bakura kissed slowly, painfully down his chin. His neck was growing hot, assuming it was the next place to be assaulted. He could just –feel- Bakura's soft lips against such a sensitive area within his head, biting, licking…

Oh; he was so turned on! He swore, ever since Bakura and he…

He couldn't get these raunchy ideas out of his head! Bakura was slowly turning him into some kind of sexual animal, wasn't he?! He longed for it, at the end of the day, just picturing Bakura's rock-hard body next to him, hot lips pressed into his ear, groaning his name. Oh; what on earth was wrong with him?!

"It's only kisses and you're already so loud," Bakura hissed, grinning in a pleased matter as he continued his trek downwards, eyes set hungrily on the pearly-white skin of Ryou's throat. Ryou's hand tightened and his hips seemed to press rougher against Bakura's. It was funny what simple kisses could do; at one point, he felt like he had to get away and now he just seemed to want –more-.

"I-I…" he couldn't even talk; Bakura's torture was running so deep. His brain was so clouded with his yearning suddenly; he couldn't even –think-. He wanted to reply that he wasn't –that- loud but it seemed like such a waste of time. He –knew- he was being noisy but he couldn't help it and it wasn't fair because Bakura knew. Bakura just adored making him suffer, and he was so aware of it, yet…

He couldn't-no…

He didn't want it to stop. "Mm, delicious…" Bakura's tongue drew a line down the middle of Ryou's throat, leaving Ryou breathless for a good minute. It felt so good; sometimes Ryou just couldn't believe it. His hand that had been fisted left his side and lost itself within Bakura's matted locks. He couldn't believe the strange behavior he had; it was as if he was pressing Bakura's head in for more. Ugh; how slutty had he become?!

Sure…it was only Bakura but…

His new needs still surprised him. He never thought he would see the day would he would be so whiny for someone's kiss.

Bakura bit down upon his Adam's apple, and Bakura –swore-, Ryou's moan had to have echoed throughout the whole house. How the fuck could usually tame Ryou get so unbelievably loud? Bakura liked-no; he loved it, loved it to no end. Ryou was so surprisingly vocal and it was so energizing to hear. It let Bakura know exactly what he was doing right and how to push all of Ryou's naughty little buttons.

Bakura was so…ugh! He didn't even care; no one had ever made him this eager. He sashayed his groin into Ryou's, making the boy yelp in delight. Ryou was just so fucking yummy; he couldn't notice a thing else when they were like this. It was as if all of time stopped; all he could feel was Ryou's lucid skin and hear his blissful little moans.

"O-Oh Bakura…p-please!" Ryou cried frantically. Ryou's mouth watered, absolutely longing. He wanted more; so much more…

Bakura's hand went down upon Ryou's jeans buttons, flicking it open easily with a finger as he continued to kiss Ryou's neck. It didn't even matter that this was the kitchen! He would fucking…

He'd just do Ryou right here!

…Or he would've if he remembered beforehand that he definitely was not home alone.

…Especially not right now.

"If only I had my fucking camera to take to work!" A gruff voice erupted excitedly. "I'm sure this would prove to everyone what was really going on!"

"Oh my god!" Ryou's yell filled the whole house and Bakura sprang away from him, obviously not expecting… Oh, Bakura felt like an idiot. He had been so entranced by Ryou's hot body that he had forgotten all about the fact that his brother's room was only a few steps down the hall from the kitchen. That wasn't nearly important, though, as the fact that Diabound was home, and with how fucking loud Ryou was…

It could've never gone unnoticed.

His teeth gritted and his eye ball began to twitch. Ryou covered his entire face and was –sure- his it was about to burn off because he was so embarrassed! Not only had his good friend seen them together so close but Bakura had been about to undress him in their family kitchen and they had been…

Gr-grinding on each other…

And he had moaned so loudly. Oh; he was definitely sure this was the most humiliating moment in all his life, and all because he could've never just told Bakura 'no', or 'take me to the bedroom'. And now the moment was –definitely- ruined for the time being.

"…I forgot you were home," Bakura spat out dryly. He couldn't think of anything better to say in his defense. Diabound had gotten him good.

"Mm. Well maybe if I had been as loud as Ryou, you would've remembered, no?" Ryou dared to peak out from between his finger tips to Diabound, who winked at him. Oh god. Ryou was –so- mortified. He swore, he would –never- be able to look Diabound straight in the eyes again!

Bakura tried hard to think of something clever and witty to retort back but he could think of nothing. Even –he- was uncomfortable being watched by his own brother. "Well…you're a fucking deformed idiot! God!" He cried, spitting out the first thing that came to mind. He grabbed Ryou's hand a little forcefully, rousing Ryou from his own wallow in self-pity.

Diabound was cracking up by now, knowing he'd gotten the two good. Ryou couldn't even talk and his brother was coming up with lame come-backs to hide his own shame. This was too perfect; he almost wondered if he should've let them go on until his mom and dad came home; he was sure they would've found it even funnier than he did.

Oh; they would've been so horrified… Damn! Now he regretted interrupting after all! Perhaps that would've been too mean though and they could've been done by that point. It was better to at least let someone get the entertainment than no one at all.

"Come on Ryou…let's go take that bath!" Ryou didn't even have time to reply as he was dragged away; not that he minded. His face was still the color of a cherry and he was biting his lip so hard, it was nearly bleeding.

"Y-Yes. Uh-Uhm…" He looked back to Diabound as they strode away, trying to think of nothing nice to say. For the first time, he could think of nothing. After all, what the hell do you say to someone who just saw you getting frisky with their own flesh and blood?! His head turned around and he shook it wildly, gazing to the ground in utter disgrace.

"Hey, just keep it down in there, okay?" Diabound hollered, snorting. "I don't know if my radio can go loud enough to cover Ryou's screams!"

"FUCK OFF!" He heard the bathroom door slam, and oh god…

Bakura was going to be so pissed off later, it would be hilarious. But at least he was reassured once again that his stupid and brother and Ryou were getting along okay. Though…

He did have that strange nagging feeling in his stomach again, but whatever. It had still been a funny sight, even if it was a little hard to watch. But he'd get over this feeling. He didn't and wouldn't let himself like Ryou like that. His mind could try but…

He was happy with the decision he made and wouldn't go back on it, he swore he wouldn't. Ryou was happy and so was his little brother and that was good…

Right? Still, he felt a little miserable, even if just a trace.

-

"I…I can't believe he saw us!" Ryou moaned, falling back against the door unceremoniously. He still was sure, nothing had ever been quite so humiliating.

"Well…he does have a point," Bakura muttered as he sat there upon his knees, switching on the bathtub knob. He raised an eyebrow. "You –are- very loud."

"Bakura!" Ryou threw a brooding look at him. "Y-You're supposed to come to my defense…"

"Well.." He grinned, thinking back on their little scene. "I didn't say I didn't enjoy it." Oh; he had loved it, even if it had ended a little worse than planned. It had still given him quite the sexual high. It was a shame it had been ruined, really. He couldn't imagine how good of a go they would've had upon his kitchen counters. He was sure Ryou would've let him get that far too. Damn, maybe his fantasies would come true a lot sooner than he had at first thought!

"You're still not helping." Ryou sulked, tapping his foot irritably. His arms folded up over his puffy coat-which he was still wearing, for some reason. Maybe that had been why he had been so hot in there! He sighed heavily, deciding to get himself some relief. He began to unzip his coat, though he did make sure to throw Bakura a dark look, noticing his boyfriend eyeing his beloved coat. "Don't even."

"What?" Bakura roused, feigning innocence. "I wasn't even going to say anything. Though, I have to wonder…were you planning to wear that coat the entire time I sucked you off?" Ryou's eyeballs nearly popped out of his head.

"Bakura!" Ryou shrieked, cheeks burning once again. Could he even go a minute without fucking blushing?! Not with a boyfriend like his, that was for sure. "S-Shut up. I wouldn't h-have even let you. Not in your kitchen!"

"Tch." Bakura snorted amusedly, sticking a few fingers down within the water to make sure it was just the right temperature. "Sure you wouldn't have, you liar." He snickered, palms set on his knees as he rose to his full height.

"Wouldn't have," Ryou mumbled, looking away to set his coat upon the counter. He closed his eyes, hands making an 'x' across his body as he slowly began to slip off his shirt. He could've sworn he felt a pair of dark brown eyes watching a little too closely as he did so, too. Stupid dirty, perverted, foul-minded…

But lovable boyfriend. He couldn't help but smile small to himself, eyes gazing to the red polo within his hand. He knew…he probably would've let Bakura do just as he said. After all, he was absolutely wrapped and he had been into it, even if he wouldn't admit it. He…was so addicted to the male, even when he tried not to be.

"You're such a dirty little liar. I know you wouldn't have been able to say no." Bakura's eyes lit up evilly as he walked over to his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around Ryou from behind. Ryou murmured softly, leaning back against his boyfriend's warm, muscled body.

"Would've," he said softly, eyes closing. Bakura smirked slightly, kissing at Ryou's shoulder.

"You know your voice is not all that convincing, right?" Ryou shrugged, leaning his head back and canting it to be able to gaze up to his boyfriend, lids slowly opening.

"You'll think what you want but the answer would've been a strong no," Ryou informed him, smiling cutely. Bakura rolled his eyes, but kissed Ryou anyways. He didn't believe him but…

Either way, Bakura was sure he'd get the chance to replay that situation over and over again. Just…not when people were definitely home or due home at any time. "I still think…you wanted me. Bad." Bakura grinned big, making Ryou laugh animatedly.

"Oh, don't you wish 'Kura-kura?" Ryou answered back playfully, letting his hand set gently atop Bakura's own.

"I don't have to, because you know it's true. You'd fuck me, you know you would." Bakura wiggled his eyebrows at Ryou. Ryou let out a chiming giggle, shaking his head.

"You are ridiculous, Bakura. Now let me go so we can take this bath you promised me." Bakura murmured softly, debating if he felt like doing that. But, if they got into the bath, then Ryou would be fully naked and that was always so much more fun, wasn't it? Plus, he was a little cold since he –was- only in his boxers. A warm bath and Ryou…ugh; those would both make him a lot hotter than he was at the moment.

"Fine, fine," Bakura murmured, fingers trickling Ryou's stomach, making Ryou's body stiffen for a moment until the hands were gone. "But…" He leaned over to kiss Ryou's ear. "You'll regret lying because I will get it out of you sooner or later, Ryou-bug. Maybe I'll just have to take a knife to that coat of yours." He laughed as Ryou gasped, head whirling around to glare at his boyfriend.

"I'd kill you if you tried. I like my coat!" Ryou replied in defense, unzipping his khaki pants to let them slide to the ground. He toed out of them, left in only thick socks and black boxer-briefs. Bakura eyed the boy's body amusedly, liking the scene before him very much.

"I'd like to see you try. I swear, if you don't tell me the truth, I will do something about it though. Something evil…" Bakura sneered at his boyfriend, walking backwards slowly to the bathtub.

"Will not!" Ryou cried, stalking over to his boyfriend, eyes slitting. "You even try anything and I swear, I'll, I'll…"

"You'll what?" What made Bakura more uncomfortable than anything? Taking away his alcohol? No; that was too stupid. Bakura didn't even drink around him all that much and that might've been taken too offensively. After all, he did think his boyfriend consumed too much alcohol at a –time- but…he didn't seem like he drank too much, at least, not now that they were together. What else could he think of that his boyfriend would absolutely hate?

Oh; that was too evil…

"I'll steal your cell phone, call all your friends, and tell them how you cried 'cuz you missed me so much!" Bakura's jaw dropped. That was –too- cunning of Ryou! He had to laugh though, thinking about it. God, what could've been worse, really? What was lower than having all his friends think of him as a gushing, puppy-eyed, freak in love? After all, he wasn't in love and definitely would never be. Not ever.

And he certainly didn't cry, but all of his friends would be idiots enough to believe that shit in a second. Oh; he'd –never- let Ryou do that! "You little shit. You know I'd torture you if you did that!" Ryou laughed, pleased with himself for knowing right where to get Bakura. After all, it seemed like…Bakura's pride was first and he wanted to seem as 'macho' as possible, or whatever.

He would've –hated- to seem even one bit weak to anyone. "I know. But if you mess with my favorite coat, you're obviously asking for it!" Bakura chuckled, rolling his eyes with a nod.

"Indeed. Then I guess I have to leave that hideous thing alone for now, don't I?" He placed his hands on Ryou's shoulders, leaning in to press their lips together softly. His heart seemed to soar, feeling so oddly…nice. What about Ryou made him feel so idiot and lighthearted?

"Yes, you do. Or you will faith my wrath!" Ryou tried to muster his scariest face, glaring at Bakura. Only…it didn't work because Ryou was much too cute to look one bit frightening. Bakura kissed his nose tip, hands leaving his shoulders. Ryou murmured happily, own hands setting themselves at Bakura's chest.

"Admit it, you're scared."

"Oh, very." He let a finger drag in the waist band of Ryou's boxers, stretching it teasingly. "Now, I believe it is time for those to come the hell off. I was stopped once but I can prevail the next time, ne?" Bakura grinned down at Ryou excitingly, making Ryou swivel soft hues.

"You wish. Like I'd let you after you insulted my favorite coat," Ryou huffed, sticking his tongue out at the male.

"Why you…!" He tore himself out of Bakura's grip, satisfied with himself for getting his boyfriend back. He laughed, removing his boxers and throwing them at Bakura as he stepped into the bath. Bakura was too surprised to have even been able to keep up; he raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend, plotting in his head. Oh; he'd get that little shit back! Ryou couldn't tell him no!

"What? Can't think of anything to say now that I told you 'no', can you?" Ryou giggled in revenge, eyes watching as Bakura glared at him shadily. He was sure Bakura would get him back but that was half the fun, wasn't it?

"Oh, I can think of plenty but most are so dirty; your virginal little ears would bleed." Bakura's eyes gleamed as he smirked at Ryou, scanning down the boy's wonderful body. Ugh; Ryou was naked and so easily accessible; like he was going to let up a chance to do one of his favorite activities. He'd work just the right way so Ryou couldn't say no. "But I'll get you back. After all…" He removed his boxers fully, stepping into the water to join Ryou, hands coming out to cup Ryou's thin sides. "I know you can't resist me."

Ryou gulped, licking his lips in anticipation. "W-Well…we'll see about that, won't we?" Bakura's body pressed closer, Ryou shivering in response. Bakura murmured low, nuzzling his nose into Ryou's ear affectionately.

"Oh, we'll do more than see. Trust me of that," Bakura purred seductively, head rising to look into Ryou's eyes suddenly. An eyebrow hitched and he gave the boy a serious gaze. "But you gotta remember to be quieter this time!"

Ryou's eyes widened treacherously.

…Needless to say, Bakura wasn't too shocked when Ryou smacked him upon the head.

-

"…I still say this is one of the most humiliating things I've ever done," Ryou mumbled underneath his breath. Bakura chuckled amusedly, tightening his arms around Ryou's thin body. He rested his head atop Ryou's shoulder, letting his eyes close in mirth. The water was so warm and Ryou was against him and he couldn't help it; it just felt so soothing-Bakura could barely contain himself from being so relaxed.

"Pff. It is not; you know you like it Ryou, don't you lie." Ryou let his eyes roll as his back pressed more forcefully into Bakura's moist chest. So, maybe it wasn't that bad really but…

It was still a little mortifying, being naked and in a bathtub with another person-not that Ryou would've traded. He was enjoying himself, it was just humiliating to admit that. Besides, saying it would've given his brash boyfriend even more conceited, and Bakura's head was already gigantic enough for the both of them. "Uh-uh," Ryou sounded out, shaking his head gently, though not hard enough to rouse Bakura from his shoulder.

"Mm, and why is that? You were –plenty- happy with it about ten minutes ago when…" Bakura paused, pressing his groin into Ryou's behind. Ryou squeaked in bewilderment, caught off guard. He –knew- what Bakura meant though but…! Why did his boyfriend have to be so disturbing always?!

"Sh-Shut up…" Ryou muttered, cheeks going red, just remembering. He had never dreamed in a million years he would do that sort of thing in a bathtub with someone but lately he just seemed to be surprising himself to no end. It was all Bakura's fault though; if he wouldn't have been so damn seductive and hot; Ryou just knew he could've said 'no'! But that was hardly worth wishing for. After all, Bakura was right; it had been…good: too good really. Nothing could make Ryou wish to go back and change the situation but that didn't mean Bakura had to rub that in his face!

"Mm," Bakura snickered, hands unweaving to be able to trickle his finger tips against Ryou's abdomen. "'Cuz you know you can't disagree; that's exactly it, isn't it?" Even if Ryou had attempted to be quiet about his liking…

His sweet voice still had rung from the walls and he had trembled underneath Bakura's expert fingers no less. Ryou loved it and nothing was more blatantly obvious than Ryou's own body language, especially in the lower region.

Ryou 'hmphed', refusing to let himself get sucked in by Bakura's teasing. He simply let his eyes stare down at the water surrounding them, smiling in a satisfied-manner. "Maybe I did."

"Oh fuck that; that little yelp you made was a lot more than a maybe, Ryou-bug. I'm surprised Diabound didn't come to complain-no! I'm surprised the neighbors and half the damn country didn't come to complain!" Ryou's head whirled around in frustration, eyes slitting as his boyfriend began to laugh.

"That is so…! UGH." Ryou groaned, glaring at his boyfriend heatedly before throwing his head into his own two clammy hands. There was just –no- getting away from this torture was there?!

"So true, and you know it!" Bakura leered, eyes looking up to the sea foam-hued ceiling dreamily. "We should fuck in a hospital; I bet that pretty voices of yours could even wake up comatose people…"

"Oh, you're such a jerk!" Ryou scooped up a hand full of bubbles and sulked deeply, wiping it onto Bakura's face.

"What the..!" Luckily, he closed his eyes just in time to keep from getting soap into his eye balls. Ryou was so cruel; he didn't understand what the problem was! What was wrong with having a voice sexier than a porn star? Oh, and Ryou would've made the hottest porn star. Bakura couldn't help but feel a little roused just thinking about it. Ryou's face was so cute and innocent and his body so slim and faultless. Oh, and that perfect alabaster skin; Ryou was such a lovely damn queer and he could only imagine how many wet dreams Ryou's hot little body could worm it's way into.

Of course, the only porn he would've actually let Ryou do was something with himself; like he was about to let some disease-ridden porn star touch all over his little foxy toy. Ryou was his and his –alone- to torment. No one else was –near- worthy.

"That's what you get for being such a sicko!" Ryou cried, grinning as Bakura opened a dusky brown depth. "In fact, I wish you'd forever be stuck with a bubble beard. Maybe it'd make that big head of yours shrink a little!"

"Big?" Bakura snorted, lifting a hand from Ryou's stomach to wipe the remaining bubbles from his face. Yuck; he could still taste a little of the lavender bath soap upon his lips. Hopefully Ryou would taste it too the next time Ryou tried to kiss him; it would serve the little shit right! "Mm, nothing could make me think any less of myself, you know that!" He grinned surely, eyes meeting his boyfriend's. "I know I'm fucking hot, and nothing could change my mind about that."

Ryou sighed hopelessly, eyes swiveling round. He leant his head against Bakura's shoulders and knew it was a lost cause. Bakura's mind was dead- set on that fact. "Ugh, Bakuraaa; why can't you be modest even for a moment?"

"Because Ryou; then you'd feel as if you were needed and…I have to make you feel like I am the hot shot here, don't I?" Bakura's eyes lingered on his boyfriend's damp head, tracing over every single lovely strand. "How else will I keep you so easily? If I'm too nice, you'd lose interest."

Ryou laughed, shaking his head, nose brushing against Bakura's wet skin. He took a big whiff of the male, smelling lingering bits of cologne and bubble bath on his skin. Though he didn't say it, he wondered if what Bakura said was really true. Sure he said it in a joking manner but...what if Bakura really did believe that? "Mm, people aren't like that, you know."

"Oh-ho!" Bakura rolled his eyes in disbelief. "A lot of people are, truly. Why the fuck do you think people get so unhappy in relationships? People are whiny Ryou; they all want something else." Of course Ryou wouldn't see it; he –was- too sweet himself. It was true though; Bakura had seen it time and time again; a guy would be too nice to the girl, or hell, even –guy- he dated and then, guess what? The girl dumped him for no fucking good reason or began to cheat because…

It was just too easy and no one really wanted easy. Sure, they said they did but…

Where was the passion and that mindblowing make-up sex if your relationship was too perfect? Besides, perfect didn't exist anyways and neither did real love, Bakura knew –that-. Girls always wanted the bad boys because they all wanted –exactly- what they couldn't have. Hell, maybe even guys were the same; maybe that was why he liked Ryou so disturbingly much.

"Something else?" Ryou repeated in confusion. He raised a brow, tilting his head to look up to Bakura. Bakura met his gaze with a hidden affection, nodding.

"Mm. Something different; people are selfish, Ryou. They can't just take good enough, you know? Everyone always wants to be –that- person to change someone; I've heard it a billion fucking times from so many different people. They want a fairy tale fuckin' romance and they just don't exist."

"Yes…yes they do!" Ryou couldn't help but disagree. He tried to keep down his passion for the subject, biting his lip for a moment, choosing his words wisely. "I mean, perfect relationship do happen, you know? Yes, some people…aren't satisfied when people give them a lot but it's because so many people are insecure 'Kura, not selfish!"

Insecure? There was no fucking way; last he heard, Vivian dumped her last boyfriend simply because –he- wanted to take her to Mexico. He was mush all around her and did everything she said with no qualms. No: his eyes went stony. People were selfish, not insecure. "Ryou, insecure people are the people who can't even get any," he retorted, a hint of annoyance in his tone.

"Not really, Bakura," Ryou said gently, lifting himself to be able to be face-to-face with his boyfriend. A worried expression crossed his face. "I know plenty of people who are insecure and get sex…" The word 'you' wanted to come to Bakura's mind but…it just didn't seem right. In fact, his gut seemed to wrench because he had even –thought- of saying that to Ryou, simply because Ryou disagreed with him. The last thing he wanted to do was upset Ryou, even if Ryou's belief annoyed him a lot. After all, how could someone with low self-esteem…ugh! Bakura didn't understand what Ryou was talking about and it was starting to irk him.

…How could someone who hated themselves even –date-? Wouldn't they feel too ugly? Moreover, weren't only people who felt ugly…ugly? Sure, Malik said it again and again from time to time but…that was only because Malik wanted –attention-.

"Oh, then, pray tell, how does this work, exactly?" Ryou felt a little uncomfortable with the way Bakura was looking at him so harshly. He hated that he didn't agree with Bakura but…

"Well, being insecure doesn't mean you're ugly or that you can't get anyone. Most people –are- insecure, Bakura; maybe not you but…" Ryou smiled meekly. "Everyone has something they just…aren't alright with." Bakura wanted to be irritated, he really did. He wanted to shout and say Ryou was wrong and tell him why his ideals were stupid but…

Ryou was looking at him so honestly, smiling so warm, eyes so humble; Ryou was just too nice of a person to be mad at. Bakura didn't know why, but he just couldn't –be- angry. Even know he didn't agree in the least…something about the way Ryou looked at him made him want to –believe- in the words Ryou said. Ryou thought there was good in just about everything; he had such chaste and uplifting morals. Ryou's world was just so perfect…

Bakura made up his mind in that second, letting his back loosen up. He leant back against the wall leisurely, trying to let the whole thing slip from his shoulders. He wasn't going to fight Ryou on this because…he didn't –want- to harden Ryou up and he wanted Ryou to always look like that; just because he was a dickhead and made idiotic choices…he didn't want to push his ways onto Ryou. "Like what? What aren't you okay with?" He asked nonchalantly, letting his eyes close as his arms enveloped Ryou once more.

"I..." Ryou started, nibbling on his own tongue in contemplation. It was a hard question to answer. He noticed Bakura seemed to have cooled down somehow and was using his usual tone again, which was a bit strange. Hadn't Bakura's eyes just lit up in fury only a couple of seconds before? What had changed within Bakura's mind in those few seconds? Ryou's heart urged to know as he slanted in to kiss Bakura's chin. 'What is it you're always thinking about…?' Bakura murmured softly, eyes opening half-liddedly to look at his boyfriend.

"Well…? Since everyone is so insecure?"

"Uhm…" Bakura just had to want to know –that-. That was never an easy question to answer, not for most. Of course, that wasn't something Bakura could've ever understood, not in Ryou's mind. Of course, Ryou couldn't tell the truth, not all the way. After all, he was most insecure –about- Bakura. Especially with what Bakura said; how would he ever –know-? All things Bakura said made Ryou feel as though Bakura didn't need him; he practically had said he'd never show anyone what he really felt about them, practically. It was what Bakura said he –believed- so didn't that only mean Bakura was that way too? Plus, Bakura didn't believe in love…

Maybe Ryou really should've just given up hope. Was Bakura right? Where people just selfish? Could the reason he wanted Bakura so much be that…it was because he –knew- Bakura would never feel the same? But Ryou had been around those kinds of guys before and didn't fall for them. Bakura was the only one who he had ever really felt this way for. And he swore, it wasn't because he –wanted- to change Bakura! He liked Bakura just how he was but it was just so hard; how could you ever make someone feel the same?

Either Bakura loved him or…he didn't, and Ryou was just so scared to know the real answer, because he had a feeling it wouldn't be the answer he really wanted to hear. "Well, all sorts of things I suppose. The way I look, what I do in my life, you know…" Ryou tried to explain, letting a handset itself over Bakura's.

Bakura snorted. "Gee, way to be specific," he ground in a surprisingly warm tone. Ryou couldn't help but giggle, knowing Bakura was definitely right. He wasn't being specific, but he did have his reasons. After all, he could only think of the horrors that would happen if Bakura found out the absolute truth.

"I…sorry! It's just hard to tell –you-, you know? That kind of stuff is personal!" Ryou admitted, snuggling close to Bakura happily.

However, that comment just made Bakura wonder –more-. What the hell kind of things had Ryou done that were too 'personal' to share? Bakura was –all- too curious. "Like what? Something so dirty you can't bear to say it without turning yourself on?" So there –was- a possibility Ryou was the naughty boy Bakura thought he was, after all! Oh; and the minx had hid it so well!

"Psh, you wish. Hardly –that-; just things that…are dumb and petty, you know?" He turned round to smile up to his boyfriend softly.

Bakura eyes still held their thirst for knowledge; he wanted to –know-. What was Ryou holding back? "I swear, just tell me!" He pouted lightly, toes curling. "It's not like I'm going to laugh or anything."

"I, I know you will but…" Ryou sighed softly, rolling his eyes. "Sometimes I just…don't feel to secure with the way I look. I told you, it's nothing big."

"That's stupid," Bakura replied low. "I think you're cute as hell." Ryou laughed, shrugging.

"Still, sometimes…no matter what people say, you can't help but be that way, you know? We can't all be like you!" Ryou winked at him cutely, grinning. He looked his boyfriend down, wowed once again by just how hot Bakura was. Hell, it was a good thing not everyone looked like Bakura or Ryou's mouth would constantly be drooling everywhere, and he'd eventually just make a lake of his own saliva to drown himself in.

"Mm, yes, I suppose we all can't be so lucky," Bakura replied dryly, head dipping in to kiss Ryou's ear. Ryou shuttered in delight, hand squeezing Bakura's.

"No, we all can't," Ryou finished, letting out a heavy, but relaxed sigh.

"…How long have we been in here, any fuckin' way?"

Ryou blinked, trying to think back. He remembered checking the time before he had come and then, it had been 6ish, hadn't it? "Probably…a good 45 minutes, I'd say." Bakura crooked a brow, not sure what to think of that answer. After all, when was the last time he had spent that long in a damn bath tub?!

Not since he was what, five? "That is fucking weird. It feels like it's only been a little bit." Ryou smiled in agreement, looking into the male's eyes.

"Yeah, I know! But…I do feel much better than I did early today, that is for sure." Ryou kissed his boyfriend, happily allowing Bakura's tongue to trickle into his mouth. Bakura murmured, getting a quick taste of Ryou before pulling away. He hated to pull away but he knew what would happen if he kept on too long; he'd end up right where he had been before they had taken a bath and then it'd be another hour before he'd be able to let Ryou go.

"Good. That was sorta the point," Bakura countered, grinning gently as he kissed Ryou's mouth.

"Mm, and you know I am grateful for that." Ryou snuggled closer, resting his forehead against Bakura's cheek. "I'm going to owe you deeply for this, aren't I, Dark Lord?"

Bakura laughed, eyes closing as well. "Well, I think what you've already done for me tonight worked a –little-, but there's always more. How about Christmas?" Bakura licked his lips in thought. "You can jump out of a big cake for me in lace underwear."

"Oh, what is it with you and lace, I swear!" Ryou huffed, eyes squenching in distaste. He could just imagine Bakura somehow talking him into that, and then coming to Bakura's house on Christmas Eve. Oh god, that was just too humiliating, having to picture the look on Bakura's family's faces when lo and behold, he popped out of the cake nearly naked. Oh lord, how awkward would it be to work with Diabound then? …Not that his stupid store was letting him anyways. Hopefully that would blow over though in time.

"What? Is it so wrong to think you'd look so good, prancing around with that cute little butt of yours, all wrapped in lace, just waiting for your daddy to come wrap it off?"

"Ewe! That is disgusting, oh, bad images!" Ryou stuck his tongue out, groaning. The last thing he ever wanted his poor father to witness was his only son in a pair of slinky women's underwear, parading around their apartment. Ugh; and his father's-oh, he couldn't go on, that was too gross!

Bakura, of course, found this quite hilarious. "What's the matter little boy? You don't want daddy to talk you in at night, mm?" Bakura stuck his tongue into Ryou's ear, making the boy shriek in surprise.

"Bakura! Ewe!" Ryou nearly jumped from his place, not really expecting his boyfriend to jab his tongue down within Ryou's ear canal.

"That's not what you were saying a little bit ago."

"Yeah! And also, you weren't jamming your tongue down, either!" Ryou snapped back, muddled. He covered his hand with his ears, glaring irritably at his boyfriend with a pout. "Talking like you're my dad is so not a turn on…"

"It is for me, oh, what a beautiful boy I had to." Bakura just laughed and laughed at Ryou's disposition, nuzzling his nose into Ryou's head. Ryou just whined in protest, eyes rolling in his head, praying for the day when Bakura would stop being so perverted-or at least to not talk as if he were Ryou's dad. That would've been good enough.

"Shut upp. Oh, god, I can't even imagine what my dad and oh god, I don't want to. In fact, I bet my mom would kill me if she ever found out about the screwed up boyfriend I have."

"Oh would she? I bet she'd like me; I'm always quite a hit with middle-aged crowds."

"Tch." Ryou rolled his eyes. "Maybe until you start cussing them out, yes."

Bakura chuckled, shrugging nonchalantly. "So, what about your mother anyways, hmm? You never really mention her much. I know your dad is off somewhere in Egypt but what about her?" Bakura had always just figured the two had probably split and Ryou's mother had just taken off. He had always meant to ask but he just always forgot.

"My mom? I didn't tell you?" Ryou blinked, trying to think back. He supposed he always tried to avoid the subject, really. After all, it was never that happy of one. He hadn't purposely not told Bakura though. Bakura just never asked and he didn't like to tell people that sort of thing unless it was asked. Besides, it wasn't a happy thing to know. His face went a little morose for a moment, but he tried to hold it back. It had been so long ago; he shouldn't have even been sad about it anymore, really.

Bakura noticed the change of expression on his boyfriend's face and frowned. Obviously Ryou's mother wasn't much of a happy subject? Maybe she was just one of those mothers that was into drugs or something? He couldn't picture it being something too bad like that though; Ryou had come out too great to have had fucked up parenting. Besides, his father had a respectable enough job; he couldn't imagine an archaeologist marrying some coke whore. "Never said a word, really. Why?" he urged, suddenly more curious than ever.

"Well to be honest…" Ryou started. Was it weird that it was still hard to say it sometimes? "She died a long time ago." He felt that familiar pang to his heart, memories flashing before his eyes. He could still see her in his mind, short bob of white hair, laughing so lightheartedly. She was petting his head, and he was getting mad because she was messing up his hair. Little Amane was next to him, jumping up and down because she had gotten a gold star on her spelling test, nearly poking his eyeballs with the sharp edges of the page. He still missed them, missed them so much; he had learned to deal with it but…

There were times when he still felt swept away. Of course, he'd had Bakura for a while, and his thoughts about that seemed to subside. At times though, he still found himself curled up on his Dad's bed, attempting to smell his mom upon the blankets, writing away to Amane, so many letters that she'd never actually read.

Bakura's eyes cracked open unexpectedly. That was –not- the answer he had been expecting to hear, not in the least. Ryou's mother had died? But when? How long had Ryou been living like this, all alone? "When did that happen…?"

"New years eve, 1998." And every year, he still found himself in shambles over it. He'd always wanted to go to her grave but he just couldn't bring himself to do it, not even after so many years. He knew it was pathetic but even know, he was still coping. He was so scared to go to that graveyard though and read her name and Amane's across the tombstones. He'd always been afraid it'd bring him right back to being nine again, sobbing to sleep every night alone, dad always out drinking. It'd always bring him to that day, two months later when his dad shipped him off to his uncle's and finally took that job in Egypt he swore to his family he never would. Sometimes, he swore the day his mom and sister had died, so had his dad as well. He never had been the same, not ever. "I…uhm…"

And Bakura had such wonderful parents who took such good care of him. His mother was such a mollycoddler and oh so sweet. His dad was witty and opinionated, just like his kids. Was it wrong to be jealous? But that was secret of Ryou's; he'd always held a jealous streak when he'd gone to friend's houses and saw how their families were. Every time his friends would come and complain to him, that bitter part of him he pushed down always wanted to say, 'But at least they are there' but he knew that wasn't right. He was just…still stuck up on it, and he knew he had to stop at some point.

"You know, if…you don't want to say, you don't have to," Bakura said in a hushed tone, letting his eyes close as he held his boyfriend tighter. "I…I'm a dickhead, I didn't…want to bring up bad memories for you…"

"No, really…" Ryou trailed off, feeling slight relief as Bakura held him a little closer. He managed a small smile, though Bakura didn't see. "It's alright…" Or at least, it was when Bakura was holding him like this, body so close and warm. "It was a car accident. It was really…icy on the roads and my mom and sister had gone off shopping to some mall a little far away. There had been such bad traffic all day that my mom couldn't start back really until evening. Well…" His eyes looked down to his pale knees beneath the water, legs inside of Bakura's. "My dad told her to stay the night but she insisted because every year, we always go watch fireworks together. She promised she would come home to me but…" His breath caught in his throat. "She never made it. Her car lost traction and ended up on the opposite side of the road. A semi collided and her car rolled off a cliff," he finished softly, still staring blankly at his knees.

That really…it hadn't been the story Bakura was looking for. His sister and his mother both? Wasn't that awfully cruel to take both away? And Ryou was always such a good person; how could fate have been so downright evil?! Ryou had been all alone for so long, with a father that took off for months at a time to Egypt and now Bakura knew why. It was because his wife and daughter had been –killed- and he couldn't take it. And then there was Ryou, who had been abandoned; Bakura felt so much pity. Pity and something else entirely, something he couldn't place a finger on. A deep desire welled within him to be able to rid Ryou of the horrible pain that had caused. No one, not anyone…

And especially –not- Ryou; Ryou didn't deserve a horrid story like that in his life. How could he still have such a good heart when his life was depressing? That was the thing that was so different between Ryou and himself; where Bakura blamed the world for his problems and only sunk deeper into a rut because of it, Ryou managed to look past it all and still see the brighter side.

Once again, Bakura was taken aback. How could selfless Ryou even exist? His heart pounded in his chest, goosebumps rising as his eyes bared to peek open, peering at the boy in his arms. He felt so compelled somehow to make Ryou's life better-no, he was just plain…

It made him so –angry- to hear that something like that happened to Ryou. Ryou didn't deserve that! Ryou was always looking out for others and always tried his hardest; how could such a thing happen…? How did Ryou bounce back to being the cheerful person he was? What kind of hurt did Ryou hold deep within him? Bakura felt a deep yearning to know. It was so confusing because he'd never felt so overcome by someone but it really was exactly like they said, wasn't it?

"You know…I am here for you." And it almost hurt to say because really, a part of Bakura wasn't. Bakura was always so confused about everything with their relationship and he knew he was holding back. He wanted to give Ryou everything he could and go that extra mile; he loved making Ryou smile and being near him. Yet somehow, he hated who he was when he was with Ryou. Wasn't it so strange? He knew he wanted to –be- with Ryou, in a way, but then…

Another part of him was still trying to run and hide away. He was so scared because he had never felt this way before and what if it ended up –not- being true? What if…he just ended up breaking Ryou's heart and his own? No! H-He…he couldn't feel this way for Ryou. He had to get out of it while he could! He had to find some way to change his own mind; he just had to! He couldn't…

He wouldn't let himself. Ryou was for now and now was good enough; he'd hold Ryou and he'd be right here with him until it was time to go but a part of him had that overwhelming foreboding feeling that the time wasn't too far off. He was feeling too much and he just didn't understand; he wanted to make sense of it but he couldn't! He wanted to ignore that feeling and stay right here where he felt so right; he wanted to be with Ryou, but somehow, he just couldn't let himself.

But right now, he just had to ignore his screaming mind, no matter what it said. He knew he'd never in a million years be right for Ryou, but it was just how life worked, wasn't it? He wanted something else… But it just wasn't possible, was it? Not when he felt this way.

"Bakura…" Ryou breathed, head turning around, eyes looking so innocently up at his boyfriend. Bakura stared back, seeing so much within those vibrant chocolate hues. His hand came up to brush finger pads along Ryou's perfect cheek. He'd always want something he just couldn't have, wouldn't he?

This feeling…what was it?

He crushed his lips against Ryou's and let the strong passion within him take over. Ryou felt it; Ryou felt it everywhere. Bakura's arm was around him, the other tangling in his damp white tresses. Their tongues were entangled, eyes closed so tight. Ryou let out a soft moan, letting his boyfriend overtake him. He wasn't quite sure what had taken over Bakura but it was so perfect somehow. Bakura was kissing him in that way he loved, making him feel like he was truly cared for. He didn't miss his family and he didn't have any regrets, not when he was like this. When he was kissing Bakura so deeply, all he knew was Bakura and Bakura's skin. Was it so wrong…to just wish to stay here forever?

They broke apart, aching for breath. Bakura eyes cracked open and he looked at Ryou, absolutely taken. He let his hand cup Ryou's cheek and he…he couldn't help but smile, even if it was small. Somehow, Ryou was changing him, wasn't he? He could feel it now more than ever as they sat there, absorbed with each other. Ryou's eyes were staring into his with such a profound affection and he felt like his were doing the exact same.

There was so much Bakura wanted to say, so much Bakura wanted to do but he just couldn't get his own thoughts in order. He was tired of being so perplexed and feeling so crazy about this. A part of him wanted to confess and tell Ryou everything, but then, the other, more prideful part of him was still hanging on, if only by a single thread. He wasn't going to give in to himself and all of these weird emotions; he would keep a cool head and somehow…

He'd put this behind him for one more day. He just wanted to hold Ryou close one more time, no matter how fucking weak that was.

"Come on you, let's get out of this bathtub now. The water's starting to get cold." Ryou smiled softly and nodded, kissing Bakura once more.

"Yes, let's." Maybe it was risky of Ryou but he just had to ask; maybe, if Bakura could make him feel like it was nothing, then he could finally do it. No, he knew he could do it if Bakura was by his side. "Hey…" he began a little uncertainly.

"What is it?" Bakura murmured, pressing their foreheads together, smirking slightly.

"W-Would…" Ryou's cheeks heated up slightly. It was so hard to ask; he didn't want to make Bakura feel weird by going but… He really did want to go there with Bakura. He was so sure he could do it. "Would you go to the graveyard o-on New Years with me? I've never been able to go by myself but I thought… uhm…"

Bakura didn't need to hear it because he already knew. "Of course I will. I couldn't think of a better way to spend my New Year's than at a graveyard with you." Even though he laughed with Ryou at his words, he felt so certain it was true. He –wanted- to be that person Ryou could rely on, even though he wished it wasn't true.

He didn't want to be this weak…

Yet somehow, those cocoa hues got him again and he was right back where he started, begging and pleading this wasn't love; only right now, unlike before, he was having an even harder time convincing himself that was true.

-

So Bakura is finally noticing he had a problem, the dumb bitch! 8D But yeah. Tension is building for him. And even more importantly…I AM DONE.

And it feels so nice, it really does. Finally I can sleep without this chapter haunting me! Xx Seriously though, this chapter was definitely the forever!chapter. I'm still not that pleased with a lot of it but I hope you guys enjoyed it, anyway! I'm really pissed 'cuz I had to rewrite the bathroom parts all over again since for some reason, even know I SWEAR I saved my work, when my computer died once, it decided I didn't and made me write so many pages over. ;X

…Which was okay, cuz' it actually went like I wanted the second time around. The first time it was more like them screwing in the bathtub which most people probably would've liked better but. xD; Can't please everyone I guess. Still, I feel like it was a little bit weird of a chapter but the next one WILL BE BETTER. And hopefully will come out sooner. I'm pissed this one took me so long, really!

Either way, I hope you guys enjoyed. I wanted to put Marik and Malik into it but I just wanted to be done with this so badly! BUT AHH. Relief. Well, not really, because there's still next chapter, and the chapter after that, and the chapter...

Haha, but yess! Until next time! ;D Bye lovelies!

-

Next chapter!

Inu-wasted!Bakura, Yami needs to be punched, and other stuff I don't know yet!

-