Crashing Emotion

Bakura is tight when it comes to showing emotion, especually towards Ryou. Then, one night when Ryou's getting ready for a night out with his friends, Bakura can't help but admire him through the window.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh, Dave Mathew's Band, the song "Crash into Me".

WARNING: The fic is rated R for language, Perverted moments, and there will probably be a lemon... IF I FEEL LIKE IT! Mwuaha! Just kidding. Oh! And the song MAY be cut a couple times due to the fact the song is rather long. ^_^

/lyric/= well lyrics

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Chapter 1~ Peeping Willow

(hehe instead of Weeping Willow, get it? ehhh I didn't think so. The tree in this fic is NOT a willow.)

Bakura's POV

What does he think he's doing? Torturing me like this. It's so annoying!

"I'm just going out with Jou, Yami, and Honda tonight. We'll be back late, so don't wait up, okay Yami?" he says. Sure whatever. He's going to a freak show club that I went to with the Ishtar lovers and Pharoah to weeks ago. Personally, I liked it, but still. Ryou going there seems kinda weird. I mean, it's a gothic theme club that played music you can only head bang to, and most men dress as women, vice versa. It's not a place for Ryou, but then again, I only know EVERYTHING about Ryou.

"Yami?"

I jerk out of my thoughts and notice him staring at me. Oh shit. NOT THE STARE! STOP IT! STOP! Good... he stopped. Oh Gods. I love those eyes of his. Not that he knows. Hell no. Nope, I'm definately the 'Shut up and nod' guy when he talks to me. Not that I'm not always listening. Depends.

Okay, anywho, I just kinda shrug and go, "Okay." and he's off on his marry way. I however, grab my jacket, and run outside. It's dark outside, and that means it's time to go climb that tree on the side of the house, and get out of Ryou's way.

So, now I'm sitting here. On top of a tree with my damn brand new jeans on, waiting for Ryou to leave. I close my eyes and rest my head on the truck, and start to dream. Oooo good dream. Ryou in leather. Ryou suddenly without leather. Wait! Hold up! The window next to this tree is Ryou's, and oh Hurray! He left it open. The best part, is well... he's got his music playing and he's dancing in front of his mirror... naked.

Now, this would be a damn fine time to drool, but I really don't want to be found out, so I just kinda sit there. Watching in the shadows of the trees. The music. My ears perks up a bit. It's not the rushing stuff they're playing in the club, but it's the soft mellow crap, and for some reason, I like it.

/You got your ball, you've got your chain

Tied to me tight, tie me up again./

So he's swaying around in his room, and getting dressed at the same time. His eyes are shut as he slides on his blood red belly shirt on. I know. I know. He IS a cross dresser FYI. He goes around wearing skirts, and a lot of the time wears make-up. Personally, it bugs me, but whatever. I can always imagine him in my head without it.

Hey. I think his dancing is beginning to hypnotize me a bit. Wow. The one thing I actually didn't know about Ryou. He can dance. Damn. He's reeling me in like a fish. Okay... I will look away.... NOW!

Nope. I'm still looking, but you probably knew that, huh?

Okay. Now he's slipping on the fishnet top to go with the shirt, and is still spinning around like he's a belly dancer. Honestly, I bet he would have made a damn good one. Man I would love to sink my teeth into that. He's so beautiful. Even without the make-up and the fishnet stockings that he's sliding on.

See when he puts on clothes, he doesn't throw them on. He SLIDES them, and makes sure that go on gently. Like his body is slippery, and the clothes just fall in the right place. Am I getting too mushy on you? Too bad. I can think what I want. So stuff you. Hehehe

/Who's got their claws in you my friend?

Into your heart, I'll beat again/

You know who I hate? Jou. He's a total flirt much towards my Ryou. Well... what should be MY Ryou. That mutt thinks he's got Ryou in the bag, but he doesn't even know who Ryou really is on the inside. He thinks of my Hikari like a damn innocent angel that doesn't talk much. Like he's scared of his shadow, but the Hikari I see is different and real. He laughs and dances and can have one hell of a time. As long as he's alone.
Heh. Alone. How come Ryou finds it comforting? I hate it. I wanna kick something for it. Maybe this retarded tree. I haven't had a good screw in the longest time, I think I forgot how good it is, but I don't care. Anyways, warning for Jou, though I know he can't friggin hear me... Die.

/Sweet like candy to my soul

Sweet you rock and sweet you roll/

Oh man. He's so hot. He started dancing some more. He just finished making his hair look feminie and put a cat ear headband on. Aww how kinky. Mmmm I'm getting anxious here. Must control myself. Although my wonderful friend below my belt has other plans. I wonder if the Ishtars are doing anything tonight... No! I can't do that. Not again. Gods. I couldn't walk for three weeks! Well... at least not properly. Whatever. I really must get back to Ryou.

He's got my combat boots out from the closet, and here I am smirking. He's not suppose to borrow my things without asking. Naughty little boy he is. Mmm makes him more appealing. I wonder what his skins tastes like. Maybe chocolate. He sure eats it a lot. Maybe that's what happened with his eyes. Oh screw it. He was born that damn beautiful. Congrads Gods, you did a wonderful job.

/Lost for you, I'm so lost for you

When you come CRASH into me

and I come into you

in a boy's dream.../

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KT: Like I said. It's a LOOOOONG song, so I made chapters. Besides, I wanna know what you think of the fic. So, c'mon! Drop me a reveiw, please?