ello all! -waves- Yesh, I know this ish short, but... hey, I had to post SOMETHING! hehehe

Now, this is to all of ye who requested a lemon... I am terribly sorreh, but I didnt manage to get it out to everyone. However, I am in the having of a wbbie sthat has it! n.n

http/ w w w. hiro .wz. cz/23lemon.doc

Read...eth! Lol

Now, I am vereh vereh sorry to say that this will indeed be the secdond-to-last chapter. -wipes eyes- writing this fic has been amazing, I must say, but, donnot worry, for I will be in the having of writing another story! Yesh! Hehehehehe.

And also, I know this isnt angst, and it detracts from the origional genrem but believe me, the next chapter will be vereh, vereh angsty... I really cried, just thinking about how it is going to end... I dont want it to end... -sniffles-

Disclaimer: I really dont own it. Really.

Bakura sighed, flopping down on the couch and turning on the T.V. Ugh, nothing good on. Ads, ads, ads, news, Ooh Porno! Naw, better not…., More news, ads, a soap opera… ugh. Wait…. Bakura paused, sitting up properly to gaze at the screen. Some man was seducing his lover with all this mushy shit. Hmm….

Bakura flipped off the T.V, pulling on a soft leather jacket and running out of the apartment, remembering to lock the door behind him.

He knew exactly how he could make Ryou happy.

Bakura was hurrying along the busy sidewalk, his mahogany eyes scanning the many small stores along the way. He was looking for a particular confectionary…

Suddenly, his nose smelled it. Creampuffs! Bakura smirked, following his nose over to a small café. He felt around in his pockets, but had no money. Wait… correction. That random guy had no money, and Bakura was up one wallet. Nice.

Ryou leaned against the unlocked door to his apartment, both of his arms full of shopping bags. He set them on the kitchen counter, slightly puzzled as he gazed around, looking for Bakura.

He yelped when he felt a set of arms wrap around his slim waist, and giggled.

"Bakura… What are you doing?" The yami didn't answer; he merely tied a white silken sash over Ryous gorgeous eyes. The angel giggled, as he was led over to the lounge, and Bakura sat him down on the couch. Strange… it seemed softer than usual…

Ryou gasped, as Bakura took the sash off from his eyes. It was all…. Wow. Crimson velvet seemed to hang everywhere, and dozens of candles flickered, casting a soft glow over it all. On the coffee table was a bottle of nice wine, two glasses and a silver platter loaded with creampuffs. Ryou held a hand over his mouth, as he gazed at it all in amazement.

"Oh, yami…" He said. All other words failed him. He just tackled the darkness, nuzzling his head in his shoulder. Wow… why was he doing this…

"Well…" Bakura whispered. "This is what you wanted, right?" Ryou broke away from the hug, a huge smile on his face.

"Yes." He whispered. "Who knew there was a soft side there?" Bakura merely growled.

"Don't say that." He said. "Don't. Say. That." Ryou looked scared for a few moments, but then nodded. Heh. Stupid Bakuras pride. He still wanted to seem strong around Ryou. Love hadn't softened him one bit. Not that he was surprised, of course.

"Look at what else I got." Bakura said, breaking the silence as he picked up a DVD off the couch.

"Titanic!" Ryou squealed, hugging Bakura. "Thankyou thankyou!" He grinned, and ran over to the T.V, plonking it in, and settling back onto the couch to watch it, as ethereal-sounding flute music came on.

"What is this about?" Bakura mused to himself. Ryou smiled.

"Its about these two people, Rose and Jack. Rose is really rich, and Jack is a streetkid, and they fall in love, but of course the boat sinks… its so sad…" Bakura snorted and rolled his eyes.

"A mushy love story.. great…" Bakura sighed, rolling his earthen eyes.

"It has thousands of dead bodies in it." Ryou said, trying to cheer him up. Bakura merely grunted.

Around Three hours later, the movie had finished. Ryou was cuddled up to Bakura, his eyes red-rimmed and swollen, tears running down his face, his shoulders still trembling with sobs.

"I-Its so sad…" Ryou sobbed, burying his head in Bakuras shoulder. "I-I always cry…" Bakura merely smirked, playfully ruffling the hikari hair.

"You're such a wimp, Hikari…" Bakura said softly, playing with his silvery locks. "But that's okay. You're my wimp." Ryou giggled as Bakura wrapped his arms tighter around Ryou. "All mine… I'll never let anyone else have you…" Ryou smiled, leaning into the warm embrace.

"I love you so much…" Ryou whispered. "I am so stupid for not realizing it sooner…"

"Don't say that." Bakura said slightly sharply. "I was such a big ass to you, all because I wanted you to be stronger… But youre the light. You're not strong. You're not supposed to be. I am so pissed at myself for doing this to you." Ryou smiled. He knew that was the closest Bakura had ever come to saying sorry- not that he was surprised- And it…. It made him feel great. The darkness really regretted his actions. Maybe Ryou changed him.. who knew?

Ryou slumped on the darkness, his limbs trembling and drenched in sweat. Bakura grinned, rolling on top of the light, who yelped and giggled, his laughs turning into moans as Bakuras tongue found his way down to his creamy stomach, Sponging up the salty fluids that had earlier coursed from Ryous member.

"Bakura…." Ryou whispered, arching his back. "S-stop…." He gasped when the darkness bit on the skin, not drawing blood, but enough to make Ryou shut up. Bakura smirked, making his way back up to the angel, his hands resting in Ryous now clean stomach.

"You tired?" Bakura whispered at the boy had slumped onto the pillows. Ryou nodded, closing his eyes. Bakura wasn't surprised, he'd given them both a workout…

"You didn't have to do this…" Bakura whispered into Ryous ear, cuddling the exhausted light. Ryou only grinned, nuzzling his head in Bakuras neck and wrapping his this arms around the tenants chest.

"I know…" He replied, his eyes closed, almost asleep. Bakura smiled softly, brushing back the now-sleeping boys hair that was falling over his delicate features.

"You're so pretty, Ryou." Bakura whispered. "You're so fucking pretty. I'm lucky to have you." He wrapped his legs around Ryou as he snuggled into the pillow. "And I'm never going to let you go."

Awh... dont get to attached, the angst-filled climax ish approaching! n.n;;; -waves- I must go now... and write teh final installment... I am so sad.. -sniffles-