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"Ow!" Ryou cursed as he cut into an onion, a new wound breaking open on his finger. Bakura felt strong emotions rushing through the mind link and hurried into the kitchen.
"Ryou?" He called, voice hailing from the doorway. Ryou spun around, blood dripping down his hand.
Blood?
Nothing turned Bakura on worse than blood…
And a half naked Ryou with blood dripping down his skin was all too tempting… 'Must stay back… must NOT jump.' Bakura told himself in jumbled words, staring at the teen intently, a flicker of lust in his cold, coffee-stained eyes.
"Oh uh… I cut my finger when I was chopping up an onion." Ryou said softly, gazing nervously to his Yami. "B-but I should go get a band-aide now." He whispered, beginning to walk off. Bakura scurried over to Ryou, blocking his way.
"Don't be silly, I'll get it for you." Bakura said with a grin as he ran off to the bathroom. Ryou blinked. 'I don't understand why in the world he's acting so strange…' He thought, peering down to his hand. The blood was starting to drip off now, a few drops splattering on the floor.
"It's going to run everywhere!" He cried, moving his hand up to his mouth and licking the blood away, soft pink tongue lapping up bitter crimson liquid. Bakura happened to barge in right when this was happening, and dropped the hydrogen peroxide, cotton balls, and band-aide he was carrying when he saw what Ryou was doing. Ryou was licking up blood… Feeble, soft, pale pink tongue caressing the bloodied hand, a small whimper emitting from Ryou's throat. Bakura's lips parted slightly, a small amount of saliva dribbling down his chin.
Ryou looked up and blinked, tongue retreating into his mouth. He shyly moved closer to Bakura.
"Ba-Bakura, a-a-are you alright?" He asked, staring up with concern at his Yami. Bakura shook unruly cotton-hued locks, wiping off his face.
"Oh uh… it's nothing." He said simply, bending over to pick up the fallen items. He set them on a near buy counter, taking Ryou's wounded hand in his.
"Bakura, you don't have to do this…" Ryou said timidly, a pink tinge taking appearance in his cheeks.
"Don't be silly, Ryou. It's the least I can do." He purred, tilting the bottle of open hydrogen peroxide, a small amount dribbling onto a cotton ball. He dabbed the fluffy ball on Ryou's skin, cleaning off all the excess blood, a few drops getting on Bakura.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch…" Ryou chanted as Bakura wiped cut on his finger clean.
"What? Do you need me to kiss it and make it better?" Bakura said in a mocking tone, snorting. Ryou pouted.
"If it helps with the burning!" He cried, grimacing and shutting his eyes tight as Bakura continued to disinfect. Bakura smirked and lent down, pressing his lips to the cut on Ryou's finger, giving a small peck. He then took the childish band-aide and wrapped it around the boy's finger. Bakura gazed up to Ryou's tomato red face and grinned.
"All better." He said, licking up the blood that stained his own hand. "Mmmm." He moaned softly, staring at Ryou as he licked. "Sweet." He said, heading out of the kitchen. 'Oh god… Bakura was drinking my blood! And… he kissed me! Well… he kissed my finger but, it's still a part of me!' He mused, holding his finger to his heart. In the teen's dreams sometimes, Bakura would always kiss him, among other things as well… But Bakura wasn't really into Ryou was he?
Ryou pondered this question as he washed his hands and prepared the chicken fettuccini he was making for dinner.
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Burr. It was freezing cold in the house since the heater was broken, ant the repairman couldn't make it until Monday, which was quite a few days away. Until then… and even after then Ryou was stuck lounging around his house in only his boxers. 'Great!' He mused sarcastically as he set two plates oh dinner on the table, along with a small amount of garlic bread.
He guessed the sweet, home cooked scent had drifted to the living room, because Bakura was standing right behind him. Bakura noticed his light was shivering and raised a silvery eyebrow. He couldn't just make him suffer and be cold like that… could he? The rainy, winter's night was growing even darker, the sound of thunder not far off.
"Dinner is ready." Ryou said, taking a seat and placing a napkin in his lip, as not to spill on himself. Bakura took a seat next to him and immediately began digging in. His eyes widened as he swallowed a mouth full of food.
"Ryou this is really good!" He hollered, taking in another enormous bite. Ryou let out a small laugh,
"I'm glad you think so." He said, taking a small bite for himself. Ryou ate slowly, and watched Bakura gobble down three servings in the time it took him to only eat one. His Yami had quite the appetite, no doubt!
"Ryou, you have to make this again sometime!" Bakura said, a grin present.
"Anything for you." Ryou said sweetly, collecting all the empty dishes and taking them over to the sink. He ran hot water, sticking his hands under the faucet to warm them up, enjoying the feeling of at least one part of his body being toasty enough.
Bakura peered to his still shivering light and stood, hurrying to the living room to get something, running back to Ryou with a soft, black fleece throw blanket and a safety pin in tow. He took the blanket and wrapped it around Ryou's slim, pale waist, fastening it on with the safety pin. A soft moan erupted from Ryou as he felt warm, muscled arms encircle a blanket around his waist. He blushed horridly when he realized what was happening.
"Thank y-y-you Ba-Bakura…" He stuttered out, hands squeezing onto the sponge he was holding.
"Of course. After all, I wouldn't want you to freeze." Bakura purred in Ryou's ear, causing the teen to close his eyes and clench onto the sponge even tighter as hot, silky breath teased at his ear.
Bakura ran a finger down Ryou's spine, making the younger teen tense up. 'What's happening?' Ryou wondered nervously as Soft fingers trailed down his back.
Bakura let out a low chuckle as he left the teen standing alone and very confused in the kitchen.
Ryou sighed, the sudden chills rushing back as he felt Bakura's body retreating and scurrying off. What was it that made Ryou's heart skip beats whenever Bakura touched him? It's not like Bakura was ever extremely nice to him or anything. It didn't make any sense to why he gave his heart to Bakura, for it was almost certain it would be broken.
He didn't understand why Bakura touched him like he did if Bakura hated him so much; nor was he really clear on why he was told to walk around the house almost naked… though it was better than being beaten. He ran stressed, wet fingers through his hair. Bakura was a real puzzle, and hopefully, one day, he'd finally get the chance to figure him out.
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Ryou tossed and turned in his bed, still feeling frosty and chilled. 'Why is this house so damned cold?' He pondered, fidgeting and drawing his cocoon of blankets in tighter. He sighed, realizing his teeth were still chattering. He was never going to get any sleep like this!
Ryou groaned, crawling out of his cave of blankets, and stood up, arms hugging around himself as he opened his bedroom door and hurried out into the freezing upstairs hallway. He treaded down to the linen closet and opened the door, pulling out an extra comforter.
"Ryou?" A voice called from the cracked opened door next to the closet.
"Yes Bakura?" He answered, shutting the closet.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting an extra blanket, my room's really cold." Bakura turned to his side, a small mischievous smile playing across his lips.
"Come in here." He said flatly, watching silently as the frail silhouette of Ryou
Entered the room, blanket in arms. Ryou walked over to the bedside, pale skin illuminated by the moonlight that crept through the open blinds of the window.
"You cold, Ryou dearest?" Bakura asked amusement in his lulling voice.
"Yes… very."Bakura lifted up his blankets.
"Then come in!" Ryou blushed; suddenly glad it was so dark.
"W-what?!?" Bakura rolled mahogany orbs.
"Come under the blankets with me so I can warm you up!" Ryou bit his lip, cheeks burning.
"I-if you wish." He whispered, getting under the covers and throwing the extra blanket over the two of them. He turned on his side, facing opposite of Bakura. Ryou bit his lip, feeling very, very odd being in the same bed with Bakura. Strangely, though, he was still somewhat cold.
Ryou eeped as he felt toasty, warm arms wrapping themselves around his waist, pulling him close.
"Good night Ryou." Bakura whispered, nuzzling into Ryou's neck, taking in his innocent, sweet smell.
"N-n-night Bakura." Ryou said shakily back, closing droopy coffee orbs as he felt long, smooth, graceful fingers trailing over his torso, caressing his tired skin. Sleep seemed to be screaming his name as he fell into a hazy doze, safe and sound in Bakura's arms.
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