My Beloved Yami
"Did you sleep well, my angel?" A deep voice murmured in the doorway.
"N-no!" He gasped.
"B-Bakura!" Ryou trembled violently, and wrapped the sheets around himself. 'Wha?! I-I'm naked!'
Bakura smiled and sat on the bed, holding a tray of soup. "Are you hungry?"
"W-what are you playing at?" Ryou's eyes widened in shock.
"Nothing...I'm just...." Bakura trailed off, looking into Ryou's eyes.
Ohh, they were beautiful! Those eyes of his hikari were of a chocolate brown. If he'd spend more time getting to know Ryou, than beating him to a bloody pulp, he'd realize how truely beautiful he is.
"I just want you to eat..." Bakura sighed. "I...made it myself."
Ryou, still a little taken back, focused his attention on his yami. What he saw mystified him. Bakura, his yami, blushing. 'Has he really changed?
C-Could he truely have feelings for me? Like the ones I have for him?' He smiled and blushed him him self.
"Ryou? Are you alright?" Bakura gently stroked Ryou's cheek.
"Bakura...I love you." Ryou leaned forward and pressed his lips against Bakura's in a passionate kiss. Bakura leaned into the kiss. Ra, this was heaven! Total nirvana! Bakura wrapped his arms around his light and savored his delicious lips. He began licking at Ryou's lips, licking
and nipping to enter his moist, savory mouth. Ryou abliged by parting his slightly swollen lips.
"B-Bakura..." He wrapped his arms around his yami, holding on for dear life.
"Ryou, I-I ....!?" Bakura pushed Ryou away from him, but not roughly. "What are you doing?" Bakura slightly growled. 'I can't let my mask down ...not even for a second.'
"B-but...I thought you-" Ryou tried.
"Thought I what? Had feelings for you?" Bakura snarled.
"But y-you-" Ryou started.
"Just eat!!" Bakura shouted. "I knew it was a mistake!" He stood up from Ryou's bed and exited his room, slamming the door behind him. Ryou stared, dumbfound at the door. Did...did that just happen? No! He was so close! He was so close to discovering if Bakura felt the same.
He commenced to shaking and trembling once again, and this time he let out his sobs and screams along with his tears and his pain. In an angry fit, he slapped the tray of now cold soup out of his lap. The glass bowl hit the hardwood floor and shattered into many jagged pieces...just like his heart.