Ice Cream
Warnings: Yaoi, implied smut, inappropriate use of Ice cream toppings, very bizarre internal ramblings
Pairing: Bakura x Yugi
Summary: Bakura and Yugi get some alone time. Bakura makes the most of it.
Dedicated to Cody Thomas
Yugi smiled as he watched Bakura through the shop window. It was always so novel to see the former thief as a functioning (mostly) member of society.
What made the sight even sweeter was the knowledge that the white-haired spirit had only reformed this much so his lights wouldn't be so sad. Ryo's father could quite simply not afford to send any more money to his son and the lack of finances often had weighed heavily on the hikari's mind. Yugi had an overprotective ex-pharaoh looking out for him and so anyone who desired to 'court' (Yami's word) the diminutive Game King had to be a mildly respectable member of the community. The 'mildly' had only been added in the hopes that Jonuchi would ask the smaller male out (Ra only knew that Jonuchi would never qualify as completely respectable). And so to please both hikaris Bakura had gotten a job and (to the surprise of all) kept it.
Yugi smiled again, as Bakura said his good-byes to the shop owner and assured the man that it was perfectly fine for him to leave a bit early and yes Bakura could close the shop and no he didn't mind at all.
The elderly gentleman left the store with the slow, careful walk that many of advanced age seemed to develop. He paused, however, when he spotted Yugi standing there watching his favorite employee (really how often does one find a teenage boy not only polite but a handyman to shame any professional who dared call himself such?).
"I know you," he declared, causing a surprised look to cross the youth's features, "Bakura-san's friend aren't you?"
"Ano, Hai I am," Yugi responded.
The man nodded, "Go in if you like. I'm sure Bakura-san will be glad for the company."
Oh I'm sure too, Yugi thought wryly, catching the positively feral look Bakura was giving him over the owner's shoulder.
Yugi pushed the thief away to gasp for air and ask, "Don't you have work to do?"
"Relax," Bakura replied, "I'm done and I clocked out, as far as he knows I left shortly after he did. Besides," he added kissing and licking along his boyfriend's neck, "how often do I get to ravish you?"
"Point," Yugi conceded, then a brief moment of paranoia burst into bloom, "but what about cameras?"
Bakura halted his actions, pointedly glanced around the room, and fixed the smaller with a skeptical look. "Yugi, why in the seven hells would an ICE CREAM PARLOR need video cameras?"
He flushed, "Y-y-you never know!"
"There are no cameras, now will you calm down?"
"Mm-kay," the younger murmured.
The tomb robber sighed, the moment was gone and he knew it. It had been lovely after he'd pulled the shades and finished his duties in record time before thoroughly kissing his lover senseless. But once Yugi got shy there was usually no seducing him until they were in a more private locale.
"Sorry," the petite teen in question whispered dejectedly.
Bakura growled at himself mentally for upsetting him, before lifting his boyfriend up to seat him upon the counter where patrons could sit and watch the preparation of the various frozen confections as they ate their own.
"Don't worry about it," he told the little one firmly. "We'll do something together tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" Yugi asked, a bit surprised and… guilty?
"What?"
The hikari looked down to his lap and rushed, "I'm so sorry, Bakura, it's just that I promised Jii-chan I'd work tomorrow and Yami too, 'cause we're having this sale and I didn't realize that it was your day off an-"
Bakura silenced him with a kiss, "It's okay," he reassured even as he kicked himself, well as his enormous libido kicked his comparatively tiny conscience yelling, 'shut up and screw him you fool! You haven't been laid in weeks!'
But then his inner-Ryo (or his rarely acknowledged feelings) showed up, shoved his libido off of his conscience and said, 'But it's Yugi and that means be gentle cause he's different than the others and he'll break if you push too hard.'
And the libido was successfully cowed into submission with a whiny, 'Fine but I'll be back later at the most inopportune moment.'
'Yeah, yeah,' the inner-Ryo replied, 'Go away and shut up.'
With that settled, Bakura smiled reassuringly at Yugi who tried to give a watery smile in return.
"Maybe," he offered, "we could go to your place?"
"Yugi we don't have to go anywhere."
"But-" Yugi bit his lip worriedly, chewing it slightly.
'BWA HA HA HA HA!' the libido cried triumphantly 'I'M BACK!'
'No you're not!' the inner-Ryo cried before violently flattening the libido with a frying pan. The conscience cheered as the big bad sex drive was defeated again.
Yugi continued to chew his lip.
"Doyouwantsomething?" Bakura burst before the libido could wake up again.
"Huh?"
"I can make you something," he offered. "Banana split? A cone?"
"Ummm," Yugi was looking a bit bewildered at this bizarre occurrence which only served to make him look even more adorable.
"Or we've got this new fudge sauce I think you'll like!" Bakura babbled, quickly moving away from Yugi to fetch a sample of the sauce.
While his boyfriend blinked confusedly, the yami rummaged behind the counter for the plastic spoons that always seemed to hide from him, and pulled a bottle of the sauce from the fridge.
"Here," he offered eventually, pouring a generous amount of the viscous liquid onto the spoon.
"It's white!" Yugi cried. "I didn't know they have white fudge sauce!"
A split second after he handed the spoon over Bakura realized what he'd done.
Yugi didn't seem to realize that a stream of the white fudge had escaped his mouth as he moaned in an entirely obscene manner about how 'GOOOD' it was nor that, as he cleaned the spoon of all traces of the white confection it was like watching a bad porn flick.
"Bakura?" Yugi asked, spoon still sticking out of his mouth fudge still dribbling down his face. "Are you okay?" A peculiar look had stolen across his boyfriend's face. "Do you want some of this white stuff?"
Bakura twitched.
"I can't blame you, it's really good, but it's a bit salty it seems-" (Bakura twitched again) "- maybe it's the preservatives," he mused licking his lips, then reaching his tongue as far as he could to capture the escaped fudge.
Bakura twitched once again.
Bakura's libido made its grand return, it pinned the inner-Ryo against the wall of his mind and began DOING things to the other (which in his mind's eye was beginning to look suspiciously like Yugi). Well, quite obviously inner-Ryo was going to be no help.
Yugi tried to tilt his head to catch the fudge again.
Oh hell.
In a last bid at being a gentleman spirit turned toward his conscience. 'Yay! Screw him! Screw him!' it cried.
Bakura pounced.
Yugi found himself quite abruptly pinned to the counter top, "Ba-bakura?"
The white-haired fiend licked the rest of the fudge from the smaller's face.
Yugi moaned.
"I think I'll make myself something, actually," Bakura mused.
"Huh?" Yugi asked, a bit distracted as his inner-Yami was yelling at him to get Bakura off of him, his libido was urging him to get naked ASAP, and his conscience was screeching, 'But people EAT here!' at the top of it's lungs.
"I was thinking of a Yugi split."
Yugi's jaw dropped, and all of the little voices shut up for a few blissful moments.
"Some whipped cream, some fudge, maybe some sprinkles, all over Yugi, with a cherry on top."
Yugi's eyes widened, his libido was cheering.
Bakura leaned a millimeter away from his face, "What do you think?"
Yugi's conscience and libido teamed up to knock out and gag his inner-Yami before cheering 'Yugi split (on the floor)! Yugi split (on the floor)!'
"The floor," he blurted.
"What?"
"Not on the counter, on the floor."
Bakura grinned before helping Yugi off the counter and fetching the whipped cream.
One split and sixty minutes later a still slightly pink Yugi was dropped off at the game shop by a very smug looking Bakura.
Yami glared at the thief's retreating back after a brief goodnight kiss was shared between the couple before turning to his hikari.
He frowned.
"What?" Yugi asked a bit perplexed by the look the pharaoh was giving him.
"Yugi…" Yami began slowly, as he walked toward the other a bit uncertainly.
"What?" Yugi asked again color rising to his cheeks as he resisted the urge to burst into a horrible lie about where whatever live bites Bakura had left came from.
Yami reached toward his aibou's head pulling something slightly sticky from the strands, "Why is there a cherry in your hair?"
Yami never did find out why his light turned the shade of the small berry, nor why he squeaked in that very peculiar manner before running up to his room.
Especially if it was just a food fight like Yugi said it was.
-OWARI-
Bangs head. Do not even ask where the inner-Ryo and inner-Yami etc. came from I have no idea. I think the plot bunny picked up a few narration fleas. Or something like that.
No smut cause it's late. Use your imagination.
