A/N: Well, here I am again. Things are kind of slow right now, seeing as I'm keeping myself really busy. Plus with Halloween coming up, I have to work hard. (I haven't even started my costume yet! I'm going as Ayame from Inuyasha)

The title of this chappie comes from the song. Will we figure out why Bakura is so tense? I know because I'm the authoress, but you have to read!

Chapter Three: Everybody's Watching

Ryou angrily picked up the room. The guests had left about ten minutes ago, but he was still ticked off.

Bakura came into the room at the moment. He was all smiles again as he wrapped his arms around the boy's thin waist, kissing along the neck. Ryou took quick notice of how his yami's body was relaxed. He had to see something...

Leaning against his body Ryou smiled, the usual signal for Bakura to keep going, which he did. He turned the hikari around and gave him a loving kiss. His hands pressed him to him and his tongue opened Ryou's mouth. Soon they were on the couch with the yami on top and Ryou had almost forgotten what he was trying to do.

The hikari tried to pull his face away to speak to him, but Bakura just took that as a signal to kiss his neck.

"Bakura..." he moaned, trying hard to make his voice sound firm, but he failed.

The yami's hands went beneath the shirt and he rubbed the skin, causing Ryou to moan and mewl, making him want more. He continued to moan his name, but kept failing. It took quite some time to make his voice angry.

"Bakura!"

Bakura drew away at once. He had only heard that voice once, and that was when he told him he wished he would die. Of course, that was quite some time ago and the voice kind of scared him.

"Yes, hikari?" he asked slowly. He knew he should choose his words carefully.

Ryou smoothed his hair back and straightened his clothes, a small fire burning in his eyes. The yami anxiously waited for what he was going to say, wondering if he had done something wrong. He though Ryou loved it when he did that. The thing Ryou asked next caught him off guard.

"Do you love me?"

Blinking at him Bakura answered honestly, "Of course I love you, Ryou. You are the person I care about more than anything, and I'd do anything for you. Why do you ask?"

He nearly flinhed as Ryou gave him a sharp glare. What was with him? He had only glared like that during the days they hated each other.

"How come you can't say that in front of everyone?" Ryou demanded, looking him squarely in the eyes.

Slightly taken aback Bakura narrowed his eyes and retorted, "I have! It was enough that I confessed I loved you at your birthday party."

"No it's not! You should be able to openly say you love me!"

The white haired yami glared and answered coldly, "Listen Ryou, I'm not one of those types to have an open relationship. It makes me very uncomfortable."

"Are you saying that that's more important than us being together?" Ryou asked and peered into chocolate that mirrored his own. "Are you afraid to say we're in love?"

"I am not afraid!" Bakura shouted, now on his feet. "I told you, I'm just not comfortable with an open relationship!"

"And why not?" the hikari asked heatedly, looking up at the yami.

"I'm just not comfortable!"

"A few kisses would be nice!"

"I don't want to talk about this anymore!"

"Well I do!"

"No! End of discussion!"

"Bakura, please, I just want to-"

Slap.

Ryou held his cheek, eyes very wide. Bakura withdrew his hand and clenched it at his side. His eyes were set in a glare.

"End of discussion," was all he said, each word said in clear anger, very clipped. Then he left the room and went up the stairs. The sound of the door slamming rang through the house.

Still holding his cheek Ryou lay down on the couch. For the first time in him and Bakura's relationship, he cried.