Bakura gave a relaxed sigh, feat soaking in a warm herbal bath as he paged though a gaming magazine. "Ooo..." His eyes lit up at a two page ad for a strategy board game.
The day off had made him feel much better. He had caught up on sleep and the previous days' classwork and had been off his feet as much as he could.
He looked up from the magazine as there was a knock at his door. "Chotto matte kudasai!" he called, wrapping his feet in towels before pushing of the wall and propelling the wheeled desk chair out of the bathroom and into the hallway. Slowing to a halt in the entry he carefully stood and stepped to the door. He opened it, smiling at where Yuugi should have been. He froze when instead of his shorter friend's multi coloured hair, he saw the bottom of a buttoned up school uniform jacket.
Kaiba held out a pack of papers. "We've been paired for a school project," he said without preamble.
Bakura looked up at him, eyes wide. "Project....?" he repeated with a sinking sensation of dread as he took the papers.
"Yes. And as everyone else started in class, we should do something now so that we're not behind tomorrow."
Bakura gave a small sigh. "Come in then," he invited as he limped back to his chair. He sat down and began looking through the papers. His eyes went wide as he stared in horror at the description of the project.
Kaiba entered. "First we have to decide if we're married or merely living together," he read off his own packet. He snorted and went on. "And we have to look into the jobs we've been given to figure out standard day to day things like who cooks."
Bakura looked up at him as his world seemed to crumble around him. "The-- the teacher paired us up for a household project...?" his voice squeaked.
Kaiba glanced at him. "We were the only ones without partners."
Bakura gave a sigh. "We might as well take this into the kitchen... Did you want some tea or something?" he asked as he propelled his chair back towards the hallway.
"No," Kaiba answered. He deftly caught the chair as it passed him and pushed the other boy into the kitchen.
Bakura gave a small startled exclamation, pulling his feet up to his chest so they wouldn't get run over, feeling slightly self conscious. That fact that was wearing his 'at home' clothing, a ratty pair of jeans and a loose button down shirt that was a few days from the rag bin didn't help.
Kaiba pushed the desk chair in at the table. Noticing a pot of tea on the stove from Bakura's lunch earlier he ceremoniously poured it and handed the cup to Bakura with both hands.
"Arigatou," the boy smiled, accepting. Maybe... He pushed the thought away before it could form. "So, what do we need to do to cover what the class did today?" he asked before taking a slip of his tea.
"We're working on budgets today," Kaiba said, leaning against a counter. "I can do this on my own, but the teacher insisted that we both be involved."
Bakura gave a small smile. "It wouldn't be a group project if you did it on your own, Kaiba-kun," he pointed out. "Which partner did you want to be? Bread winner or house keeper?"
Kaiba snorted, then sighed. "The teacher also insisted that we all take the roles we likely wouldn't get in real life. Therefore you are the breadwinner and I am the housekeeper."
Bakura blinked. "Oh... gomen ne, Kaiba-kun," he apologized.
"Don't apologize. It wasn't your choice," Kaiba brushed the concern off.
Bakura looked over the packet again and his eyes went wide. "A baby project as well?!" he exclaimed.
"A child is an essential part of a family," Kaiba said calmly. "To leave it out of a reality unit would give faulty impressions."
Bakura gave a small sigh, nodding. "At least they're not making us do a fake marriage to start this off."
"And life for unmarried couples is distinctly more difficult."
"Less so then same sex couples," Bakura pointed out as he finished looking over the packet.
"As we're both, it should be interesting." The brunet paused. "Oh yes, we're supposed to sit together in class during this unit."
Bakura's eyes went wide. "We're acting it out the roles in class as well?" he exclaimed, feeling almost frightened.
"Of course," Kaiba said calmly. "Does a couple stop being one in public?"
Bakura paled slightly.
"So let's go over the basics," Kaiba said, opening the packet. "You have a full time job and I do part time temp work to supplement," Kaiba read off his sheet. "We have to go through the paper to find an apartment and car, and decide what kind of bank account or accounts we have, and work out a budget." He snorted. "Elementary work. Mokuba could do this."
Bakura smiled slightly. "Most people haven't been living on their own, Kaiba-kun, it would be new for them," he pointed out.
Kaiba snorted again. "Excuses."
Bakura covered his smile with his hand. "Ne, Kaiba-kun?" he asked, after a moment of quiet. "Did you want to play a game? I have a lot of them, you can pick," he offered.
Kaiba looked at him suspiciously. "What kind of game?"
"I have mostly board and card games."
"What kind?" Kaiba repeated, sounding a bit impatient.
Bakura grimaced slightly. "All different kinds. I have Monster World, Chess, Dragon Fields..." he hesitated. "You can go look it you'd like. The game room's down here," he said, propelling the chair into the hallway. "I'm sure there'll be some game you like, I have a lot of them."
Kaiba caught the chair again and pushed it down the hall, turning in at the gameroom door and leaving Bakura there. He looked around the room a long time in silence.
Bakura looked at the taller boy almost nervously a moment before noticing the table with the chessboard and grimacing. He hadn't cleaned up from the last practice round before playing against Kaiba and all of the books and his notes were still scattered around the board. Trying not to call attention to himself or the mess, he quietly scooted into the game room and glided towards the table.
Kaiba turned and caught sight of the chess setup. Before Bakura could reach the table, the brunet strode over to it and picked up one of the pieces. He grunted. "Chess is fine."
Bakura nodded, quickly picking up the papers and books and moving them aside.
A short while later the pale haired boy sighed. Kaiba had already figured out a way to counter his main strategy and his secondary ones were also failing miserably. Surveying the board he picked up a bishop that slightly resembled his Monster World avatar and slid it to take one of Kaiba's foot soldier pawns, looking up at the taller boy for any hint of how close he was to loosing the game.
"Checkmate," Kaiba said calmly, moving a piece.
Bakura sighed, bowing his head in acknowledgment of his failure. "Gomen," he apologized.
Kaiba snorted. "Save apologies for when it's possible for you to win."
Bakura hesitated a moment. "Do... do you think you could teach me? How to win, I mean?" he asked softly.
"You can try," Kaiba said with a shrug. "If you don't want to win, you won't."
"I don't think it's possible to win against you, Kaiba-kun," Bakura smiled slightly, looking down.
"Then you never will," Kaiba answered, rising. "Let's finish the work we have."
Bakura nodded, pushing off against the table.
Again, Kaiba caught the chair and pushed it back to the kitchen.
Bakura looked up at the clock. "Aa, it's getting late..." he realized. "Did you want something to eat? I can cook almost anything," he smiled.
Kaiba looked at the clock and raised a brow. "You consider this late?"
Bakura nodded. "Late in the evening. I normally make dinner before this," he explained.
Kaiba snorted and went back to the bills he was working out.
"Don't you ever eat, Kaiba-kun?" Bakura asked, smiling. "It's a proven fact that people who eat live longer then people who don't."
The brunet looked up again, raising a brow.
Bakura covered his laugh with his hand. "Gomen," he apologized. "Kaasan used to say that all the time whenever Tousan was too buried in his work." His eyes grew slightly saddened a moment before he continued. "You can take a small break to eat. We're almost done."
"And once we're completely done I can leave you to whatever you'd rather be doing," Kaiba responded.
The pale haired boy looked at him a moment. "I'd rather be working on this with you then sitting by myself with nothing to do," he said softly.
Kaiba blinked a few times, then snorted. "Right. You 'like' me." He returned to his work.
Bakura looked down, trying not to let the sarcastic remark hurt.
"If you want to cook, you can."
"Would you eat it if I did?"
Kaiba shrugged noncommittally.
Bakura looked at the boy a moment more before carefully getting to his feet, wincing slightly as he carefully padded over to the cabinets.
Kaiba rose and pushed Bakura back into his chair. "What do you need?"
The paler boy blinked. "Daijoubu yo, Kaiba-kun," he smiled. "I can get it."
Kaiba glared at him.
"Go-- gomen!" Bakura exclaimed curing up in his chair, slightly frightened.
"What do you need?" Kaiba repeated slowly.
Looking down meekly, the boy gave the list.
Looking through the cabinets quickly, Kaiba found the items and brought them to Bakura, sitting down to continue his calculating.
Bakura looked at him a moment before carefully getting to his feet again to start cooking.
Kaiba scowled again and rose.
"I can't cook sitting down!" Bakura protested before Kaiba could say anything, holding up a spoon defensively.
"And I can't work while you're in pain," Kaiba countered, grabbing the spoon easily. "Just tell me what to do."
Bakura blinked, then gave a small smile. Bowing his head slightly he sat down again and began giving instructions.
Kaiba interrupted only once, to ask if the oven or stove should be on to heat while he mixed ingredients, and followed the instructions perfectly in silence.
"And now it sits for five minutes to cook," Bakura finished. He gave a small smile. "Arigatou, Kaiba-kun," he said, voice warm.
"Hn," Kaiba said, sitting to watch it cook.
Bakura was quiet a moment. "Ne... Kaiba-kun?" he asked softly.
"What?"
"Yesterday, when you carried me out of the room... it was because my being in pain was keeping you from your work, like it was just before, wasn't it?"
"Should it have been something else?"
Bakura looked down. "I thought it was because you were angry at me or that you couldn't stand me being in the room with you," he admitted.
Kaiba snorted. "Why would I waste my time with someone I didn't like?"
Bakura smiled, blushing slightly. "Arigatou," he said softly.
Kaiba ignored him.
There was an almost awkward quiet. "It should be ready," Bakura finally spoke up, nodding at the stove.
Kaiba rose and turned the heat off, moving the pot to another burner. "Bowls?"
"The cabinet over the counter, second shelf." Bakura nodded towards it.
Kaiba served the food, then sat back down to do the work while eating.
"Aa! Oishii!" Bakura smiled. "You're a good cook, Kaiba-kun."
"You were the one who was saying what to do," Kaiba responded absently.
"But you did the cooking," Bakura pointed out.
"I did what you said to," Kaiba repeated. "Only a dog deserves praise for that."
Bakura blinked, looking concerned. "Kaiba-kun...?"
The other boy scowled, pushing his food away and concentrating all his attention on math.
Bakura hesitated a moment. "That isn't true," he countered. "Just because you will following instructions doesn't make your accomplishment any less. If that were true then there'd be no reason for learning at all, would there?"
"If your kind of learning only means repeating things you were told, then there isn't."
"Well isn't that what school is? You get taught the correct answers to things so you can recite them back. But people get tremendous amounts of praise for being able to repeat things perfectly."
"And it's no wonder most of the country works in fast food restaurants. 'What makes a Nelson Mandela,'" he said with the air of quoting, "'Is human wisdom and philosophical depth.' You get none of that from repeating facts."
Bakura nodded. "But cooking is different. If you just do exactly what the instructions are without taking into account any of the variables, you don't get the right product. If you'd just been doing what I said you wouldn't have turned the heat down when the oil started hissing."
Kaiba shrugged.
"So is that why you never pay attention and you're always reading in class?" Bakura asked after a moment.
"Who says I don't pay attention?" Kaiba demanded.
"I-- I just always thought you weren't..." Bakura faltered. "Because you're always reading and don't even seem to notice when class breaks."
"I notice," Kaiba said, looking at Bakura, eyes holding some intense emotion. "I see."
The paler boy's breath caught and he nearly moved back, but stopped himself. "Kaiba-kun..." he near whispered, unable to look away from the blue depths.
Kaiba leaned closer. "I see you," he said, voice low.
Bakura could hear his heart beat in his ears, pulse racing at the intensity of Kaiba's voice.
After a tense moment, Kaiba moved closer in a lightning fast movement and pressed his lips against Bakura's and the pale haired boy gave a small startled sound before melting into the kiss, eyes closing.
Kaiba rose, pulling Bakura to his feet so that he could press the other boy close against him. He held the back of Bakura's head, fingers twining with the boy's silvery hair, causing Bakura to make small soft sounds, wrapping his arms around the taller boy.
The hand holding Bakura close resting lightly against the boy's rear, stroking lightly back and forth over it with gentle pressure that brought them even close and Bakura's arms tightened around Kaiba as his face heated up, eyes opening halfway to look up at Kaiba in loving contentment.
Kaiba pulled back slightly, breath coming in gasps as he gazed searingly into Bakura's eye and the paler boy took a deep breath, followed by a long sigh as he smiled. Kaiba picked Bakura up before he could have any negative reaction to standing and carried him down to the bedroom he'd seen on the way to the game room earlier. He laid Bakura out on his bed and resumed kissing him, tongue seeking entrance to the other boy's mouth.
With slight hesitation, Bakura's lips parted and Kaiba delved into Bakura's mouth, exploring thoroughly and he bent over Bakura, one hand tracing a line up and down the boy's side. The paler boy made small muted sounds, face flushed and back arching slightly at the touch.
Kaiba paused, still coherent enough to ask himself if he wanted to do this. Deciding that he did, he began unbuttoning Bakura's shirt.
Bakura looked up, eyes mixed with longing and mild fear as Kaiba slid a hand under the fabric and around Bakura's back, lifting the boy so he could pull the shirt off all the way, eyes burning into Bakura's. The boy started trembling slightly, breath coming quickly, unable to look away. His hands tensed, almost clutching at Kaiba's uniform. Kaiba made no move to comfort him, hands moving over the boy's chest and back as he watched Bakura's reactions with intense concentration. Bakura gave soft moans and whimpers, arching slightly as his body reacted as Kaiba continued, leaning down to claim Bakura's mouth again. The paler boy responded almost hungrily, wrapping his arms around Kaiba once more to hold him closer. Kaiba tensed at the touch, but made himself relax, shifting so that he straddled the other boy as Bakura's fingers moved to be holding onto Kaiba's uniform. Kaiba's touch ran down Bakura's chest to his waistband and he began undoing the buttons on Bakura's jeans, causing the pale haired boy to give a small whimper, hands tensing briefly before slowly relaxing again. Moving down the boy's legs, Kaiba pulled Bakura's pants and underpants down with one swift movement and Bakura tensed again with another whimper, breath coming swiftly.
Kaiba smirked, then got up, realizing he needed something to use as lube if he was going to go any further.
Bakura blinked, looking up with a worried expression. "Kaiba-kun...?" he asked in a small voice.
"Don't move," Kaiba ordered, leaving the room.
Bakura trembled slightly, hugging his arms to his chest and crossing his legs slightly, feeling cold and vulnerable. Did he really want to go through with this? It was so sudden... He shivered slightly, missing the other boy's warmth and touch, his body protesting the sudden lack. When Kaiba returned after a swift search carrying moisturizing cream, he blushed, letting the taler boy push him back into position, moaning softly as Kaiba's fingers moved over him, going lower and lower until---
He gave a sharp gasp, tensing and whimpering slightly, face flushed as he reached out to cling to Kaiba's uniform again. His mind briefly wondered why Kaiba was still completely dressed, the soft sound of a lowering zipper the only indication that the taller boy's state of dress had changed at all, while he lay completely exposed, but all thoughts fled from his mind as he felt Kaiba readying. He gave another small whimper. "Please... be gentle..." he whispered as the taller boy gathered him in his arms.
Pain. Pain melting into insane bliss. The paler boy clung desperately, eyes watering, gasping and shaking as his senses were overwhelmed. His eyes closed as he gave a long cry and then went limp, body and mind melting to the most glorious feeling he had ever experienced. He murmured contentedly as Kaiba lay him back down on the bed, eyes opening half way as he reached up to embrace the taller boy, giving a soft sigh as Kaiba put up no resistance and didn't twitch or pull away.
The pale haired boy gave another contented murmur, snuggling close before drifting to sleep.
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Note: I know a few people complained of the choppy sentaces in dailouge-free sections like this, so I edited it a bit and tried to make it flow better. Also changed it to more 'blur' out the actual sex and just show what's going on in Bakura's head as this is happening. Hope that works better then the orginal did.
And those who read the orginal may also note the lack of Japanese used. I've been editing it out for the most part for this version [*waves at Bonasi*]
Hope you're all enjoying this. Have a bunch more chapters to post, not sure how many I'll be putting up today, but for you impatient ones, go to: kokorononaka [dot] net [slash] Fanwork [slash] JF [slash] FK [dot] html [FF.net is annoying with stripping out URLS] for 17 chapters of the old version.
- Fran
The day off had made him feel much better. He had caught up on sleep and the previous days' classwork and had been off his feet as much as he could.
He looked up from the magazine as there was a knock at his door. "Chotto matte kudasai!" he called, wrapping his feet in towels before pushing of the wall and propelling the wheeled desk chair out of the bathroom and into the hallway. Slowing to a halt in the entry he carefully stood and stepped to the door. He opened it, smiling at where Yuugi should have been. He froze when instead of his shorter friend's multi coloured hair, he saw the bottom of a buttoned up school uniform jacket.
Kaiba held out a pack of papers. "We've been paired for a school project," he said without preamble.
Bakura looked up at him, eyes wide. "Project....?" he repeated with a sinking sensation of dread as he took the papers.
"Yes. And as everyone else started in class, we should do something now so that we're not behind tomorrow."
Bakura gave a small sigh. "Come in then," he invited as he limped back to his chair. He sat down and began looking through the papers. His eyes went wide as he stared in horror at the description of the project.
Kaiba entered. "First we have to decide if we're married or merely living together," he read off his own packet. He snorted and went on. "And we have to look into the jobs we've been given to figure out standard day to day things like who cooks."
Bakura looked up at him as his world seemed to crumble around him. "The-- the teacher paired us up for a household project...?" his voice squeaked.
Kaiba glanced at him. "We were the only ones without partners."
Bakura gave a sigh. "We might as well take this into the kitchen... Did you want some tea or something?" he asked as he propelled his chair back towards the hallway.
"No," Kaiba answered. He deftly caught the chair as it passed him and pushed the other boy into the kitchen.
Bakura gave a small startled exclamation, pulling his feet up to his chest so they wouldn't get run over, feeling slightly self conscious. That fact that was wearing his 'at home' clothing, a ratty pair of jeans and a loose button down shirt that was a few days from the rag bin didn't help.
Kaiba pushed the desk chair in at the table. Noticing a pot of tea on the stove from Bakura's lunch earlier he ceremoniously poured it and handed the cup to Bakura with both hands.
"Arigatou," the boy smiled, accepting. Maybe... He pushed the thought away before it could form. "So, what do we need to do to cover what the class did today?" he asked before taking a slip of his tea.
"We're working on budgets today," Kaiba said, leaning against a counter. "I can do this on my own, but the teacher insisted that we both be involved."
Bakura gave a small smile. "It wouldn't be a group project if you did it on your own, Kaiba-kun," he pointed out. "Which partner did you want to be? Bread winner or house keeper?"
Kaiba snorted, then sighed. "The teacher also insisted that we all take the roles we likely wouldn't get in real life. Therefore you are the breadwinner and I am the housekeeper."
Bakura blinked. "Oh... gomen ne, Kaiba-kun," he apologized.
"Don't apologize. It wasn't your choice," Kaiba brushed the concern off.
Bakura looked over the packet again and his eyes went wide. "A baby project as well?!" he exclaimed.
"A child is an essential part of a family," Kaiba said calmly. "To leave it out of a reality unit would give faulty impressions."
Bakura gave a small sigh, nodding. "At least they're not making us do a fake marriage to start this off."
"And life for unmarried couples is distinctly more difficult."
"Less so then same sex couples," Bakura pointed out as he finished looking over the packet.
"As we're both, it should be interesting." The brunet paused. "Oh yes, we're supposed to sit together in class during this unit."
Bakura's eyes went wide. "We're acting it out the roles in class as well?" he exclaimed, feeling almost frightened.
"Of course," Kaiba said calmly. "Does a couple stop being one in public?"
Bakura paled slightly.
"So let's go over the basics," Kaiba said, opening the packet. "You have a full time job and I do part time temp work to supplement," Kaiba read off his sheet. "We have to go through the paper to find an apartment and car, and decide what kind of bank account or accounts we have, and work out a budget." He snorted. "Elementary work. Mokuba could do this."
Bakura smiled slightly. "Most people haven't been living on their own, Kaiba-kun, it would be new for them," he pointed out.
Kaiba snorted again. "Excuses."
Bakura covered his smile with his hand. "Ne, Kaiba-kun?" he asked, after a moment of quiet. "Did you want to play a game? I have a lot of them, you can pick," he offered.
Kaiba looked at him suspiciously. "What kind of game?"
"I have mostly board and card games."
"What kind?" Kaiba repeated, sounding a bit impatient.
Bakura grimaced slightly. "All different kinds. I have Monster World, Chess, Dragon Fields..." he hesitated. "You can go look it you'd like. The game room's down here," he said, propelling the chair into the hallway. "I'm sure there'll be some game you like, I have a lot of them."
Kaiba caught the chair again and pushed it down the hall, turning in at the gameroom door and leaving Bakura there. He looked around the room a long time in silence.
Bakura looked at the taller boy almost nervously a moment before noticing the table with the chessboard and grimacing. He hadn't cleaned up from the last practice round before playing against Kaiba and all of the books and his notes were still scattered around the board. Trying not to call attention to himself or the mess, he quietly scooted into the game room and glided towards the table.
Kaiba turned and caught sight of the chess setup. Before Bakura could reach the table, the brunet strode over to it and picked up one of the pieces. He grunted. "Chess is fine."
Bakura nodded, quickly picking up the papers and books and moving them aside.
A short while later the pale haired boy sighed. Kaiba had already figured out a way to counter his main strategy and his secondary ones were also failing miserably. Surveying the board he picked up a bishop that slightly resembled his Monster World avatar and slid it to take one of Kaiba's foot soldier pawns, looking up at the taller boy for any hint of how close he was to loosing the game.
"Checkmate," Kaiba said calmly, moving a piece.
Bakura sighed, bowing his head in acknowledgment of his failure. "Gomen," he apologized.
Kaiba snorted. "Save apologies for when it's possible for you to win."
Bakura hesitated a moment. "Do... do you think you could teach me? How to win, I mean?" he asked softly.
"You can try," Kaiba said with a shrug. "If you don't want to win, you won't."
"I don't think it's possible to win against you, Kaiba-kun," Bakura smiled slightly, looking down.
"Then you never will," Kaiba answered, rising. "Let's finish the work we have."
Bakura nodded, pushing off against the table.
Again, Kaiba caught the chair and pushed it back to the kitchen.
Bakura looked up at the clock. "Aa, it's getting late..." he realized. "Did you want something to eat? I can cook almost anything," he smiled.
Kaiba looked at the clock and raised a brow. "You consider this late?"
Bakura nodded. "Late in the evening. I normally make dinner before this," he explained.
Kaiba snorted and went back to the bills he was working out.
"Don't you ever eat, Kaiba-kun?" Bakura asked, smiling. "It's a proven fact that people who eat live longer then people who don't."
The brunet looked up again, raising a brow.
Bakura covered his laugh with his hand. "Gomen," he apologized. "Kaasan used to say that all the time whenever Tousan was too buried in his work." His eyes grew slightly saddened a moment before he continued. "You can take a small break to eat. We're almost done."
"And once we're completely done I can leave you to whatever you'd rather be doing," Kaiba responded.
The pale haired boy looked at him a moment. "I'd rather be working on this with you then sitting by myself with nothing to do," he said softly.
Kaiba blinked a few times, then snorted. "Right. You 'like' me." He returned to his work.
Bakura looked down, trying not to let the sarcastic remark hurt.
"If you want to cook, you can."
"Would you eat it if I did?"
Kaiba shrugged noncommittally.
Bakura looked at the boy a moment more before carefully getting to his feet, wincing slightly as he carefully padded over to the cabinets.
Kaiba rose and pushed Bakura back into his chair. "What do you need?"
The paler boy blinked. "Daijoubu yo, Kaiba-kun," he smiled. "I can get it."
Kaiba glared at him.
"Go-- gomen!" Bakura exclaimed curing up in his chair, slightly frightened.
"What do you need?" Kaiba repeated slowly.
Looking down meekly, the boy gave the list.
Looking through the cabinets quickly, Kaiba found the items and brought them to Bakura, sitting down to continue his calculating.
Bakura looked at him a moment before carefully getting to his feet again to start cooking.
Kaiba scowled again and rose.
"I can't cook sitting down!" Bakura protested before Kaiba could say anything, holding up a spoon defensively.
"And I can't work while you're in pain," Kaiba countered, grabbing the spoon easily. "Just tell me what to do."
Bakura blinked, then gave a small smile. Bowing his head slightly he sat down again and began giving instructions.
Kaiba interrupted only once, to ask if the oven or stove should be on to heat while he mixed ingredients, and followed the instructions perfectly in silence.
"And now it sits for five minutes to cook," Bakura finished. He gave a small smile. "Arigatou, Kaiba-kun," he said, voice warm.
"Hn," Kaiba said, sitting to watch it cook.
Bakura was quiet a moment. "Ne... Kaiba-kun?" he asked softly.
"What?"
"Yesterday, when you carried me out of the room... it was because my being in pain was keeping you from your work, like it was just before, wasn't it?"
"Should it have been something else?"
Bakura looked down. "I thought it was because you were angry at me or that you couldn't stand me being in the room with you," he admitted.
Kaiba snorted. "Why would I waste my time with someone I didn't like?"
Bakura smiled, blushing slightly. "Arigatou," he said softly.
Kaiba ignored him.
There was an almost awkward quiet. "It should be ready," Bakura finally spoke up, nodding at the stove.
Kaiba rose and turned the heat off, moving the pot to another burner. "Bowls?"
"The cabinet over the counter, second shelf." Bakura nodded towards it.
Kaiba served the food, then sat back down to do the work while eating.
"Aa! Oishii!" Bakura smiled. "You're a good cook, Kaiba-kun."
"You were the one who was saying what to do," Kaiba responded absently.
"But you did the cooking," Bakura pointed out.
"I did what you said to," Kaiba repeated. "Only a dog deserves praise for that."
Bakura blinked, looking concerned. "Kaiba-kun...?"
The other boy scowled, pushing his food away and concentrating all his attention on math.
Bakura hesitated a moment. "That isn't true," he countered. "Just because you will following instructions doesn't make your accomplishment any less. If that were true then there'd be no reason for learning at all, would there?"
"If your kind of learning only means repeating things you were told, then there isn't."
"Well isn't that what school is? You get taught the correct answers to things so you can recite them back. But people get tremendous amounts of praise for being able to repeat things perfectly."
"And it's no wonder most of the country works in fast food restaurants. 'What makes a Nelson Mandela,'" he said with the air of quoting, "'Is human wisdom and philosophical depth.' You get none of that from repeating facts."
Bakura nodded. "But cooking is different. If you just do exactly what the instructions are without taking into account any of the variables, you don't get the right product. If you'd just been doing what I said you wouldn't have turned the heat down when the oil started hissing."
Kaiba shrugged.
"So is that why you never pay attention and you're always reading in class?" Bakura asked after a moment.
"Who says I don't pay attention?" Kaiba demanded.
"I-- I just always thought you weren't..." Bakura faltered. "Because you're always reading and don't even seem to notice when class breaks."
"I notice," Kaiba said, looking at Bakura, eyes holding some intense emotion. "I see."
The paler boy's breath caught and he nearly moved back, but stopped himself. "Kaiba-kun..." he near whispered, unable to look away from the blue depths.
Kaiba leaned closer. "I see you," he said, voice low.
Bakura could hear his heart beat in his ears, pulse racing at the intensity of Kaiba's voice.
After a tense moment, Kaiba moved closer in a lightning fast movement and pressed his lips against Bakura's and the pale haired boy gave a small startled sound before melting into the kiss, eyes closing.
Kaiba rose, pulling Bakura to his feet so that he could press the other boy close against him. He held the back of Bakura's head, fingers twining with the boy's silvery hair, causing Bakura to make small soft sounds, wrapping his arms around the taller boy.
The hand holding Bakura close resting lightly against the boy's rear, stroking lightly back and forth over it with gentle pressure that brought them even close and Bakura's arms tightened around Kaiba as his face heated up, eyes opening halfway to look up at Kaiba in loving contentment.
Kaiba pulled back slightly, breath coming in gasps as he gazed searingly into Bakura's eye and the paler boy took a deep breath, followed by a long sigh as he smiled. Kaiba picked Bakura up before he could have any negative reaction to standing and carried him down to the bedroom he'd seen on the way to the game room earlier. He laid Bakura out on his bed and resumed kissing him, tongue seeking entrance to the other boy's mouth.
With slight hesitation, Bakura's lips parted and Kaiba delved into Bakura's mouth, exploring thoroughly and he bent over Bakura, one hand tracing a line up and down the boy's side. The paler boy made small muted sounds, face flushed and back arching slightly at the touch.
Kaiba paused, still coherent enough to ask himself if he wanted to do this. Deciding that he did, he began unbuttoning Bakura's shirt.
Bakura looked up, eyes mixed with longing and mild fear as Kaiba slid a hand under the fabric and around Bakura's back, lifting the boy so he could pull the shirt off all the way, eyes burning into Bakura's. The boy started trembling slightly, breath coming quickly, unable to look away. His hands tensed, almost clutching at Kaiba's uniform. Kaiba made no move to comfort him, hands moving over the boy's chest and back as he watched Bakura's reactions with intense concentration. Bakura gave soft moans and whimpers, arching slightly as his body reacted as Kaiba continued, leaning down to claim Bakura's mouth again. The paler boy responded almost hungrily, wrapping his arms around Kaiba once more to hold him closer. Kaiba tensed at the touch, but made himself relax, shifting so that he straddled the other boy as Bakura's fingers moved to be holding onto Kaiba's uniform. Kaiba's touch ran down Bakura's chest to his waistband and he began undoing the buttons on Bakura's jeans, causing the pale haired boy to give a small whimper, hands tensing briefly before slowly relaxing again. Moving down the boy's legs, Kaiba pulled Bakura's pants and underpants down with one swift movement and Bakura tensed again with another whimper, breath coming swiftly.
Kaiba smirked, then got up, realizing he needed something to use as lube if he was going to go any further.
Bakura blinked, looking up with a worried expression. "Kaiba-kun...?" he asked in a small voice.
"Don't move," Kaiba ordered, leaving the room.
Bakura trembled slightly, hugging his arms to his chest and crossing his legs slightly, feeling cold and vulnerable. Did he really want to go through with this? It was so sudden... He shivered slightly, missing the other boy's warmth and touch, his body protesting the sudden lack. When Kaiba returned after a swift search carrying moisturizing cream, he blushed, letting the taler boy push him back into position, moaning softly as Kaiba's fingers moved over him, going lower and lower until---
He gave a sharp gasp, tensing and whimpering slightly, face flushed as he reached out to cling to Kaiba's uniform again. His mind briefly wondered why Kaiba was still completely dressed, the soft sound of a lowering zipper the only indication that the taller boy's state of dress had changed at all, while he lay completely exposed, but all thoughts fled from his mind as he felt Kaiba readying. He gave another small whimper. "Please... be gentle..." he whispered as the taller boy gathered him in his arms.
Pain. Pain melting into insane bliss. The paler boy clung desperately, eyes watering, gasping and shaking as his senses were overwhelmed. His eyes closed as he gave a long cry and then went limp, body and mind melting to the most glorious feeling he had ever experienced. He murmured contentedly as Kaiba lay him back down on the bed, eyes opening half way as he reached up to embrace the taller boy, giving a soft sigh as Kaiba put up no resistance and didn't twitch or pull away.
The pale haired boy gave another contented murmur, snuggling close before drifting to sleep.
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Note: I know a few people complained of the choppy sentaces in dailouge-free sections like this, so I edited it a bit and tried to make it flow better. Also changed it to more 'blur' out the actual sex and just show what's going on in Bakura's head as this is happening. Hope that works better then the orginal did.
And those who read the orginal may also note the lack of Japanese used. I've been editing it out for the most part for this version [*waves at Bonasi*]
Hope you're all enjoying this. Have a bunch more chapters to post, not sure how many I'll be putting up today, but for you impatient ones, go to: kokorononaka [dot] net [slash] Fanwork [slash] JF [slash] FK [dot] html [FF.net is annoying with stripping out URLS] for 17 chapters of the old version.
- Fran