The Pharaoh walked to his quarters and sighed. He'd had to confront some feelings. He wasn't sexless. He wasn't immune to human feelings or the desirability of Bakura Ryou. (The real Bakura, not the vampiric nightmare he hoped was gone for good.) He was in love with Bakura. And Bakura practically lived in his quarters. The Pharaoh was in for a long heart felt conversation.
In the middle of the first sentence of said heartfelt conversation, Bakura had his arms around the Pharaoh's neck and helaid a chaste kiss on Yami's surprised but willing lips. He let his arms sit awkwardly around the boy and he gasped.
"I haven't even gotten to the meat of the conversation yet-"
"I have. I like you, a lot, even though I'm not supposed to like boys, much less Pharaohs." It was so innocent Yami's heart melted. He couldn't lie to those eyes and he couldn't wait any longer.
"I love you Bakura." Bakura paled.
"No one's called me that since my brother came back home." He said.
"Child, he is not your brother. Tell me what happened before he came." Yami touched his white hair and rested his fingers on the nape of his neck.
"I don't remember much. I was small." Bakura said, frowning.
"Do you remember your parents?" Yami prompted.
"Only a little. Something happened to them. Then Bakura came. He told me our parents thought he died and they named me after him." Yami stroked his hair. That was how the little timid Ryou was born, in the shadow of an older "brother" who was his only caretaker.
"Child, did you notice him wearing a strange necklace?"
"He wore that ring for a while but I haven't seen it in months." Bakura said. He leaned his face into the Pharaoh's chest and felt reassuring warmth encircle him. Yami kissed Bakura's forehead.
"Seto has it and you're much safer that way."
"He's the one who brought me here to begin with, right?" Bakura asked.
"Yes. Although, he didn't mean for you to be my personal attendant in the manner you think." Yami said, flushing. Seto had known all along what would happen, even though Yami would like to think he would be more honorable than Seto implied.
"What do you mean?" Bakura asked, huddling close to Yami as they stood near the fire.
"Did you wonder why you were sent to my quarters without being assigned your own?" Bakura blinked and stared into Yami's crimson eyes. When a furious blush rose to his cheeks, Yami smiled and nodded. "That is what Seto had intended from the very beginning."
"Well, that's not so bad now." Bakura said, looking up at the Pharaoh.
"What is the difference between now and then?" Yami asked.
"I got you new bedding. It's silk."
Any of you want me to go on with this scene? Lemon fans, anyone? Naw? Tell me...
I'm going to be honest and say I don't feel like this story is my best work and it hasn't recieved the effort it deserves because I started on the wrong foot etc etc. Sorry...
I'm comfortable ending it here if none of y'll wants a lemon or fluff scene... I think it's cute enough for an ending or whatever.
Thanks everybody even though I'm kinda lame...