Hewwo again readers! Well, it's been a while, ne? I'll warn you now, since I intended this to be a one-shot is isn't high on my updates priority list... will just happen now and then. Add me to author alerts to get an email when I do this or anything else ^_^

Reviews!

To Hijiri Hitokiri Battousai: Heh ^_^' Here ya go man
To shadowspecter: Hai, it probably will... but I'm doing my best ^_^' I couldn't resist, they're my fave pair!
To Tasan15: Hai, kawaii desu ^_^ Here's more!
To ObiWanGirl: I like that picture too ^_^ here's a NEW bit for ya! XD
To Theinklesspen: *giggles* You like it too hey? Here's more!
To 'yuu': Ya, eeded continuing and is!
To Carmen5-Nemrac: Yeah... well, here ya go ^_^
To Midiholden: *grins* You like this fluff? *sniggers and points to the Forbidden Love series* They're lovely fluffly ^_^ Glad ya like though, here's more!
To DreamingChild: Oh yeah, defo more kissies ^_^
To 'yamisilver': Here's more!
To 'Anime Crazed': Yeah, got a couple of ideas to use... so here ya go!
To Darkwolf193: Yes, OLB needs updating, desperately... as soon as I find my notes I'll get my head into gear... -_- Till then, here's a bit of this!
To shade25: Alright, you win ^_^
To rebelphoenix: More Tea bashing... I dunno, I dun mind her... and jamakke-chan'd kill me... Maybe Bakura can have a say later...
To Dragon Moonshine: Here ya go ^_^
To silver-fox20: Hey, you're a regular now, aintcha? *huggles* How could I refuse you? ^_^
To 'Sailor Comet': Yeah, that was a bit of a teaser... So here we go ^_^
To DruidessQueen: Here's more for you too, ye of long reviewingness ^_^
To Kiawna: Jus about everyone else does ^_^
To bakura321: *huggles plushie* Here's more... keep your Yami happy, ne?
To 'vampirexXx': I wuv this pairing too! And thanx for the kind words ^_^
To DemonLady1: ...well, you've had the shortest wait... ^_^'

So here we go with chapter two, courtesy of peer pressure! Special thanks to Koori No Kokoro for doing the beta job for me! ^_^

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A wide grin played about Bakura's face as he made his way down the stairs, licking his lips softly. That had certainly been… refreshing. Though in hindsight, he supposed, he should have seen that Ryou felt that way a long time ago…

*~*~*Flashback*~*~*

Bakura had Ryou's wrist grasped firmly as he shoved the rake into his hand. "And I want every one of those leaves bagged up, you hear me? That garden's a bomb site!"

To be fair, it was Bakura's fault that the garden was such a mess. Piles of ashes from bonfires – each one a testament of him having done something he shouldn't have – littered the garden, each blackened pile standing out starkly against the lush green lawn that Ryou tried so hard to maintain. Bent metal poles and broken planks of wood were all over the place, a result of Bakura's 'weapons training' against the solitary tree that stood in the garden – a tree that admittedly looked the worse for wear nowadays. Clothes that were so dirty that even Ryou didn't dare wash them sat in a pile in one corner, and were starting to show signs of growth – Bakura had been told to get rid of them, and he had. The list went on, the garden an ever vying battle between Ryou's quest for a pleasant atmosphere and Bakura's disregard for his hikari's efforts, seeing the garden as an open space provided solely for his convenience.

Later on, Ryou came in, announcing that the task was almost completed. Watching Ryou grab a mass of black bin bags, Bakura followed him back outside and stood at a moderate distance, watching as his hikari shook one of the bags open.

"Ryou."

As Ryou had turned round to see what Bakura wanted, an enquiring look on his face, he'd noticed a streak of white hair dangerously close to him and moving rapidly. Barely managing a shriek of surprise, Ryou was tackled by Bakura, being dumped into the pile of leaves he'd just swept up. Squealing in protest, Ryou fought vainly as Bakura began stuffing leaves down his top, rubbing them through his soft white hair and rolling him round in them. Sat across Ryou's stomach, pinning him down, Bakura pointed to a sole leaf about six feet away. "You missed a bit."

With that, Bakura jumped up, walking in.

*~*~*End Flashback*~*~*

Bakura's grin stay fixed as he recalled that event. Now, in hindsight, he saw the look in his hikari's eyes as Bakura had been torturing him. Ryou had enjoyed that, immensely. Not just in the playful way either. Chuckling softly, Bakura stepped through into their living room, which was adjoined to the kitchen, and sat on their black leather couch, contemplating how he could torture his hikari and have the most fun while he was at it.

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Ryou stepped out of his bedroom door, his head spinning. That had certainly been a kiss to remember, and was the best cure for the break-up he could think of. Well…

Ryou began blushing as he thought of what might have been a better cure, quickly dismissing such thoughts from his mind. Now was definitely not the time to be thinking about things like that! Beginning softly down the stairs, Ryou tried to get his head back on track, focussing on the dishes he was going to wash. Boring, tedious… but it kept Bakura happy, which made Ryou happy. Besides, he enjoyed singing as he did it – although he knew he would never be a pop star, Ryou didn't think he had too bad a voice, and certainly liked using it. Humming softly, he walked in through the living room door, avoiding looking at Bakura, and made his way to the kitchen. Looking at Bakura wouldn't have helped his already weak resolve much – but was it really his fault that his yami was so damn hot? The tight jeans he wore didn't help Ryou much either – some pairs fitted like a second skin! Which, Ryou had noted, was the case today. No, just get on with the dishes, and survive. That was far safer. Ryou inwardly shivered as he thought of what Bakura might do if he ever found out his hikari had a crush the size of Jupiter on him.

Pouring some washing-up liquid into the bowl, Ryou turned the taps on, humming a little louder and beginning to bop lightly to an imaginary beat, stepping round the kitchen in time to the music in his head. By the time he'd gathered everything up – Bakura's kitchen cleanliness rivalled his gardening ability – the water was ready, and Ryou turned the taps off, a delicious warm sensation shivering through him as he rolled his sleeves up and plunged his hands into the suds. Dropping a few plates into the water, Ryou began washing, singing 'River of Dreams' by Billy Joel as his opening song, envisioning himself up on stage with thousands of fans cheering him on as he did so.

"In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the valley of faith
To the river so
DEE!"

Ryou had meant to sing 'deep', but instead shrieked in surprise as he felt something warm press up against his back, sloshing the dishwater everywhere as he jumped.

"Dear dear me…" Bakura's voice came over his shoulder as Ryou felt a pair of arms snake round his waist. "Looks like you've got your sweater all wet…"

Ryou looked down, yelping as he felt Bakura's hands take hold of the bottom of the sweater and begin lifting it up. The yelp was more in surprise than anything else, but he certainly didn't want to let on that he wanted Bakura to do things like that! Ryou tried to grab at Bakura's hands and pull them away, but Bakura slapped him away every time his hands came too near, tactfully pressing more firmly against Ryou as he did so. "We can't have you in wet clothes… you might catch cold…"

Ryou bit his lip as he spotted an innuendo in Bakura's words, trying not to respond in any way. With a small sigh of defeat, Ryou allowed Bakura to remove his top, dutifully lifting his arms as the top came closer to his head.

"Your trousers are wet too…"

Ryou's eyes widened at this, and he spoke hastily. "No, that's okay, I'll change them later, really…" he pleaded, praying to anyone listening that Bakura wouldn't go too near anywhere below his hips. That would have given his feelings for Bakura away.

His arms back round Ryou's hips, Bakura shrugged. "Suit yourself," he replied.

Ryou stood still for a few seconds before venturing to say anything. He swallowed as quietly as he could, his mouth dry, and asked, "…are you going to stay there?"

"Mm hm."

"Oh… okay… I just wanted to make sure I knew what was happening…" Ryou tried to continue with the washing, but found it increasingly difficult as his yami gradually held him tighter and tighter, pressing his body fully up against Ryou's back, limiting his movement. He was also finding it harder and harder to concentrate.

"Bakura…" Ryou whimpered, not trusting his voice to stay steady. "Could you please let go…? I need to get on with this…" Ryou felt Bakura's head shake side to side in response, and continued. "Bakura, it's… hard, with you standing there…"

"What's hard?"

This time, Ryou squealed at the insinuation, blushing furiously, and spun round, Bakura expertly stepping out the way of any attack Ryou might launch. "Bakura!" Ryou gasped, the shock still all over his face. He began following after his yami, meaning to somehow make him stop dropping innuendoes all over the place. He was having a hard enough time keeping his mind off Bakura without them!

Unfortunately, Ryou forgot about the washing-up water he'd spilt across the floor earlier, and felt his smooth-soled trainers slipping on the linoleum as he began to move. A look of shock and horror on his face, Ryou began to fall forward, his arms flailing wildly…

And landed straight in Bakura's arms. Bakura instinctively pulled his hikari in closer, making sure he'd be able to stand properly when he let go, and hoisted him up a little, pulling him more upright.

Ryou looked up at Bakura almost fearfully, his doe-brown eyes wide as he regarded his yami, awaiting his reaction. Gods, he felt good right now… being in Bakura's arms felt so right, so natural… but he was afraid of what might happen next. He instinctively shrunk down a little lower, and found his head almost on Bakura's chest, which didn't help his situation in the slightest.

Bakura regarded his trembling hikari through soft eyes, though he carefully kept them neutral so as not to give away what he was thinking. As he felt Ryou's chocolate-brown orbs gaze into his own, both melting into each other, he felt his heart rate pick up a notch, and suddenly wanted to pull Ryou closer. He unconsciously licked his lips, almost drooling at the sight of the pretty little boy before him, and swallowed.

Ryou felt his cheeks darkening as he watched his yami, partly from shyness and partly from desire, and his lips parted slightly, his teeth just brushing against his bottom lip. If he'd dared to, he would have whimpered, begging for Bakura there and then. As it was, he simply stood paralysed with fear, like a rabbit caught in headlights. He could feel one finger trying to move, trying to encourage the rest of his hand to follow, to reach up and stroke Bakura's cheek, to do something… but he was frozen, unable to move, save for his eyelids which had somehow half-lidded without him telling them to.

The longer Bakura held Ryou, the more desirable the boy seemed to be. His half-lidded eyes, the light tinge on his cheeks, the rise and fall of his chest, his soft, rosy lips that looked ready for kissing there and then… One of Bakura's hands finally moved, softly stroking Ryou's hair with the backs of his fingers. The boy in his arms gasped, his eyes widening again, and began trembling, his eyes pleading. But pleading for what…?

With a small growl, Bakura realised he wasn't going to get any clues. Better to just get it over with. Roughly hoisting his hikari back up to his full height, Bakura backed him up against one of the kitchen counters, both arms round him and bodies flush against each other as Bakura hungrily stole another kiss from Ryou, not bothering with being gentle this time. Bakura felt Ryou give a soft gasp, tensing up briefly before relaxing, and knew he'd made the right choice. Driving his hips into Ryou's, Bakura leaned the boy back slightly, prying Ryou's lips apart with his own and thrusting his tongue through before Ryou had a chance to complain.

Ryou gasped loudly again as he felt new levels of desire running through him, waves pulsing like he hadn't known were possible. Groaning as Bakura's hips drove into his, Ryou felt himself melting into his yami's arms, finally waking up enough to return the kiss, pressing his lips against Bakura's and slipping his tongue past the Tomb Robber's, stroking along his cheek and shuddering as the former thief moaned in satisfaction. There was no question this time as to whether Bakura was enjoying it; he was the one leading it, pressing for more as the kiss deepened, one hand sliding down Ryou's back and coming to rest on his rear, pulling the two boys even more tightly together as he kneaded, almost clawing at Ryou. Ryou gave another shaky gasp, melting as he arched back further, driving his hips and desire closer to Bakura, and moaned softly as he felt Bakura respond exactly as he'd wanted.

The two might have been there for the rest of the day if the doorbell hadn't rung at that moment. With a loud curse, Bakura broke away, glaring at the front window as if somehow it'd change time and they'd suddenly be back as they were, uninterrupted. With a soft giggle, his cheeks not as bright as Bakura had expected, Ryou distracted his deathly gaze and cupped his cheek softly.

"It's okay," he whispered with a smile. "I'll be back soon."

Bakura grabbed Ryou's wrist as he went past, and the white-haired boy turned to look at him. "Hikari," he murmured through a smirk. "Do you think I'm letting you go anywhere on your own?"

Somehow, Ryou was sure he wouldn't.

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