Hentai Ryou

By Vada via cretino

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, Kazuki Takahashi does… etcetera, etcetera.

Warnings: Yaoi. My weird 'sense of humour'. Perverted and sarcastic Ryou. Swearing.

I'm SO sorry! Don't kill me! I just kind of got…delayed? And so I just didn't get off my lazy butt and update quick enough. _

Anyway, thanks to all you people that have reviewed! I really, truly, love you all! Over 200 reviews?! *Wipes away a tear* Yay! I feel so appreciated.

I hope you noticed the message I put out to you last chapter, Unica. Though it appears you didn't. =/ Oh well, hopefully you can see it now? THANK YOU FOR YOUR FAN ART YOU ARE TRULY GREAT! ^^

A special message to Celes-chan and Jess-chan, you are both brilliant people and I love you both! So this chapter is dedicated to the two of you! ^____^ Enjoy!

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Chapter 8 – Leather and pizza don't mix

Dear diary,

I'm so confused! @.@ You know how I've been babbling about Bakura lately? You know, the little fact that I love him and worship the ground he walks upon?

Uh huh, that.

Well…I'm having doubts. Oh no, I love him. Of course I do. But…is it just platonic? Maybe I see him as more as a brother? When I thought I was in love with him, I might have just been attracted by his good looks. I mean, maybe my hormones are running rampage or something?

What brought this about, I hear you ask?

Well, you see…I've been thinking about Malik a lot lately. …I think I've got another crush on him. I know, I know! Not again. . But he's so sexy, kind, smart, even his sadistic side is a turn on. I could just eat him right up.

And that Yami of his – Marik, is equally as sexy. At least now I wouldn't have to worry about him murdering me. And by Ra, does he have an ass!

Anyway, they are dating, which you'd think would upset me, right diary? Well it did at first, but guess what?! They actually came to me and asked me if I wanted to be a part of their relationship! ^____^

…But…I don't really want to interfere and be a third wheel, you know? So that's why I've decided to think it over.

They've given me a week. 

I really wish I could talk to someone about this. But Yugi-tachi wouldn't understand. They all seem to hate Marik and Malik. Well, either that or dislike them with a passion. Though I'm not sure they all know Marik's alive. If they found out by me asking for advice about having a three-way relationship with him and Malik…well, expect lots of chaos and panicking.

Also, what would Yami and Yugi say? It was only today that I had asked Yugi's opinion on Bakura. Though Yugi's methods were a little unorthodox…And if I tell them about my new feelings I think they'll be angry. (AN: I was going to put "If I tell them about my change of heart" but…no. ) Yami had a hard time accepting the fact of Bakura, though I think they already knew about that. So what of Marik and Malik?

No, I can't talk to them about this.

What about Bakura? I don't think he knows of my feelings…or my old ones, anyway, so he wouldn't be bothered about that. But for some reason he seems to have a sudden dislike for Marik and Malik. I'm sure they were friends before. Bakura even used to go round to their house to think up ways to make trouble. I don't understand why he won't even let them in my house anymore.

Like I said, I'm so confused! Argh!

Oh well, the pizza's here. Talk to you soon, diary.

I read through it quickly, grinning, and nodded my satisfaction. I signed my name after the entry. It's just a habit I have in hopes of becoming famous through my writing. I can see it now, on the bookshelves, the diaries of Anne Frank, Samuel Pepys, Kenneth Tynan and Ryou Bakura*.

I think this whole plotting thing has gone to my head. I'm becoming delusional.

Practically skipping down the stairs, I noticed that Bakura still hadn't appeared. Shrugging mentally, I opened the door, paid for the pizza and carried it into the living room.

I opened the box and almost screamed in annoyance. The bastard must have re-phoned them and asked for Pepperoni instead.

/YAMI!/

A smirk was sent to me mentally and I scowled as my response.

/You're not having any, you know./ I said, smiling smugly.

I heard heavy footsteps as Bakura thundered down the stairs. When he stood in the doorway he looked…angry.

Bakura made it appear as though I had stolen all his Shadow abilities, rid the world of weapons and forced him to be nice to Yami Yugi.

"Why the hell not?" He growled, his eyes flashing menacingly.

"Yami, honestly, it's just pizza. Why are you so angry?" I said calmly, raising an eyebrow at him.

Bakura's faced was flushed with anger, his coffee eyes were darker than usual, they almost looked black. When he stepped forward I could make out emotions swirling in those shadowy eyes I love so much. There was anger -  that was the main emotion. But I knew he was putting up a front. He's not the only one who can read people. I just don't use their minds. Behind that wall of anger was hurt and betrayal.

Oh dear, has he read my diary already? There's no way he'd be so upset over a pizza. Come on, even Jounouchi-kun wouldn't be that upset. Ack, now I feel bad. Just great.

Well I'll have to go on with it despite everything. I just hope Bakura doesn't lose hope and just give up on me. I don't know what I'd do if that happens. But if I know Bakura he'll do everything in his power to 'win me back', so to speak. He's definitely stubborn. I guess I'll just have to wait and see.

Bakura's hands clenched into fists as he took another step forward. His body was trembling in anger and I suddenly felt afraid. What was he going to do?

"Yami…?" I asked meekly.

I felt Bakura sloppily reading my mind, I guess the anger removed any tact and subtlety he had. Even if Marik hadn't taught me to guard my thoughts and be aware when Bakura tried to read them, I would have known something was up. I blocked my thoughts and looked up at Bakura, whose shaking had ceased and his face had returned to normal, but he still looked very, very pissed.

If Bakura ever found out about Marik and Malik's plan I'd seriously worry for their safety.

"Where did you learn to do that?" Bakura snapped, now standing directly in front of me.

I bit my lip in fear and pain, the heat from the pizza box on my lap now becoming more than slightly uncomfortable. Now what do I say? Marik gave me an excuse but I simply can't remember what it was…

"I…well…"

Think, Ryou, think! Wait…why does he even need to know? My thoughts are my own, not his! Determined with my reasoning, I looked into Bakura's eyes firmly.

"Why do you need to know?"

Bakura's eyes widened before he put up a mask of indifference. The only give-away of his anger and pain were his eyes that seemed to glow in their intensity.

"Because I'm your Yami." He said simply.

I bristled. "So that gives you the right to look into my mind?! What if I don't want you to see into my thoughts?!"

"Why wouldn't you?" His voice was eerily quiet, but his eyes were still ablaze.

"Because they are my thoughts, Yami. Mine. Not yours. You wouldn't like it if I tried to see what was in your head, would you?"

Bakura made no movements, he just looked directly into my eyes. Searching. Was he trying to look into my mind through my eyes like the many times I had done to him? Luckily, I had learned to control my emotions outwardly. Though that was his fault…but I don't like dwelling in the past. It depresses me, and I'm a happy-go-lucky kind of person, being depressed doesn't suit me at all according to Yugi-kun.

"That's different." Bakura said finally.

I sighed. In no way was it different. What did Yami have to hide? Maybe some sort of plot to kill Yami Yugi? Though those always have their faults. Bakura once got so desperate he even went as far as trying to convince me to pretend to be kidnapped. I eventually went on with it, but one stamp on his foot and a good yell made him come home sulking.

I jumped when I felt a hand on my leg. Or, more specifically, my thigh. I blinked and creased my brows in confusion as I peered down at the pale hand. I trailed my eyes along his hand, up and across his arm and eventually up his neck and to his face.

I took hold of his hand and carefully placed it back in his lap. I edged away from him slightly and raised an eyebrow.

"Why did you do that?" I asked, barely managing to keep the trembling from my voice.

"You were in a world of your own, I was just getting your attention." Bakura said, the ordinary tone back in his voice.

I breathed a silent breath in relief. So he wasn't coming on to me. Good. Ack, but it's bad! Though…it's good for the plan, I suppose…

"Yes, but you went into my personal space." I snapped, pretending to be annoyed to cover my embarrassment. "You just don't go into the bubble like that, Yami!"

Bakura raised a white eyebrow with a piece of pizza in his mouth.

Wait…pizza…?

I huffed when I noticed the pizza box was no longer on my lap, rather in Bakura's lap. He had actually opened the box and was eating the pizza.

"Bubble?" He asked in confusion, his voice muffled and full of food.

I wrinkled my nose in disgust and flicked a piece of pepperoni that had flown out of his mouth off of my face.

"Yes, my personal bubble! You know?!"

Bakura continued to stare at me blankly as he chewed his pizza. Sighing in frustration, I snatched the pizza box back and placed it on the other side of me, where he couldn't reach. I grabbed myself a piece and ate it silently, watching the T.V. screen Bakura must have turned on.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Bakura's hand slowly reach over my lap and for the pizza. Smiling in amusement at the concentrated look on his face, I slapped his hand away.

"Losing your touch, Yami?" I asked, turning to him and smirking.

Bakura pouted, folding his arms across his chest and slumping back in his seat. I bit into my second piece of pizza, closing my eyes in fake ecstasy. "Mmm." I moaned, teasing Bakura. "This is so good." I licked my lips to further annoy Bakura.

Expecting to get a light smack upside the head or a growl or something, I was surprised to get no reaction. Nothing. At all. I opened my eyes, swivelling them to look at Bakura.

…To find him less than an inch from my face.

I squeaked in surprise and jumped off the couch. Bakura stared at me for a second before blinking and shaking his head rapidly. He grinned as he leaned over and stole a piece of pizza from right under my nose. Bakura stuck his tongue out before shoving half of it in his mouth.

I scowled. So that was his plan all along. Damn him. That was so unfair.

"Cheater." I mumbled, reaching for the pizza box.

Bakura had other ideas and snatched it, putting it on his lap.

"If you want it, come and get it." He taunted, eyeing me in a strange way.

My eyes widened and I flushed in embarrassment. "I am not getting it from…there!" I squeaked, horrified by the idea.

Hopefully Bakura will think that because of my 'naivety' and 'innocence' the idea is totally absurd. But no, I would love to get the box from his lap. Well…how bad can it be? I'll just be taking it from his lap…

"No pizza for you, then." Bakura smirked.

I glowered, determined to get my pizza back. I edged cautiously forward, slowly reaching my hand out. So close…if I just reach a bit further…

Bakura suddenly grabbed my hand, pulling me into his lap.

"Yami!" I yelled, trying to get off his lap. I grimaced as I realized I was sat on the pizza. Whether Bakura knew this or not – I'll bet he did, the bastard – he didn't let it show. He just smirked at me, obviously proud of getting me on his lap for Ra-knows-why.

I continued to push against him with my hands on his shoulders. But Bakura had his arms firmly locked around my waist and would not let go.

"Bakuraaaa…" I whined, "I'm sat on the pizza! Now these leather pants are all messy!"

"That's okay, Ryou," he purred, "I'll lick it off for you."

I suddenly stopped moving and stared at Bakura, his intense orbs boring back into my wide ones. I paled as all the blood drained from my face. Did he just say what I think he did…?

"Yami?" I asked timidly, "Could you…uh…repeat that?"

"I said I'll lick it off for you." He repeated, eyeing me as if I were stupid.

The blood returned my face full-force. I squirmed and tried to get off his lap again but Bakura refused to let me go.

"Yami," I pleaded, slightly worried now.

What did he mean by that? Would he lick the pizza off the leather pants with me wearing them…or without me in them? It didn't make sense either way. Why would he want to do that? …Unless he's toying with me again.

"Don't do that," Bakura growled, but his voice sounded strained.

"Well then let me go!" I whined.

I could feel the pizza beneath my ass. It was all squishy and icky. I didn't like the feeling at all.

"I like you right where you are," Bakura purred, licking his lips.

I gulped. What did he mean? He doesn't like me that way…does he? No. He can't. He's just playing with me, using me for my body. I don't know why, though. I'm a skinny little thing.

"Wha…what do you mean?" I asked, refusing to look him in the eye.

Bakura snorted and grabbed my chin forcefully but not painfully with a hand. "Are you that stupid, hikari?"

With one of his hands removed from around my waist I found my chance. I pushed against him and got up, rushing out of the room and up the stairs.

I pulled off my leather pants and grimaced, throwing them to the floor for the time being. Sitting on my bed, I could feel my body trembling still. I frowned at myself. Am I so pathetic that a simple encounter like that would leave me trembling like a little girl?

I had to be more forceful. Bakura could have kissed me!

I blinked slowly as realization crept in. That was a good thing, dammit. But…what if he was just using me? I couldn't handle that.

I sighed thoughtfully as I contemplated the other side to the coin. What if he did really care for me. Yami Yugi cared for his hikari, Marik cared for Malik after all the things the pair had been through…so could Bakura care for me?

Bakura was always someone who found it hard to express his emotions. It took a hell of a lot to get him to simply apologize, so getting him to confess would definitely be a rare occurrence. Bakura had one week to prove himself to me. To show whether he was serious or whether he was just taking me for a fool.

Bakura had seven days. Seven days to convince me to love him and not Malik and Marik, at least that's what he thought. And if sexual advances were how he was going to do it…

Well I wasn't about to stop him.