"If this is Friday, then I must be in Gym Class – or the Shadow Realm."
Ryou thought about that for a moment before discarding it. "Not specific enough."
"My yami went to ancient Egypt and all I got was this stupid T-shirt?" was Bakura's next suggestion.
That made Ryou pause. "Hmm…no, not insulting enough. But I think I'd like that one for myself."
Bakura snorted. "How about 'Bishounen in Disguise' for Kaiba? He's of the opinion that he's perfect already."
Ryou giggled. "No, again, not very insulting. But I think we should get that one for you, 'Kura."
Looking affronted, Bakura said, "What? You don't think I'm gorgeously sexy? That's not what you said last night."
Blushing as he recalled exactly what his lover had done to elicit such words from him, Ryou said, "No, I do. But you're not pretty, or androgynous, both of which are synonymous with bishounen. You're dark and dangerous, and not at all feminine."
Bakura smiled, pleased. "Well, I suppose that it would get weird if we were both bishounen…and pretty looks better on you anyway."
Ryou frowned slightly in response. "Are you calling me feminine?" he asked in a low, dangerous tone.
"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, hikari," Bakura rushed to reassure him. "Just that you have a much softer, cuter…deceptively innocent…appearance compared to me." He leered playfully. "And I find that unbelievably sexy."
"Deceptively innocent?" Ryou inquired.
"You do recall what you did to get me to do to you what I did that made you call me 'gorgeously sexy', right?" Bakura asked archly.
After puzzling through Bakura's words, Ryou blushed – again. "Hai…but you were asking for it!" he defended himself staunchly.
Bakura's grin was wider than the Nile itself. "I know," he said smugly.
Ryou rolled his eyes and huffed. "You're impossible!"
"Again, I know," Bakura replied. "How about 'My other Millennium Item is a hard Rod' for Marik?"
Ryou choked, not expecting so quick a return to their previous endeavors. And such a ribald suggestion, at that. "Ah…no," he said in a strangled voice. "Again, not insulting enough."
Sighing, Bakura complained, "You don't like any of my ideas."
"They're supposed to be insulting, yami, not just funny," Ryou reminded him. "You're good at funny; give me something insulting."
Bakura's smirk was evil. "I do whatever the voice in my head tells me to," he replied smoothly.
Ryou frowned. "No, you don't," he quipped. Then he brightened. "But maybe I could send that to Yami; Yugi's got him so whipped it's funny."
Tired of this brainstorming session – which had been going on for over an hour before and after he offered to help – Bakura said, "Later, aibou."
"Oh?" Ryou asked scathingly. "What, do you have something more pressing for me to attend to?"
Smirking, Bakura strode over to his hikari and pinned him against the wall. Rocking his hips into Ryou's, he purred, "Why, yes, little light…I believe I do have something more…pressing…than paying back the baka Pharaoh."
Stifling his moans of pleasure, Ryou bit out, "Figures sex is the only thing that could get your mind off revenge."
Bakura's eyes flashed. "It's not the sex," he stated calmly.
One snowy eyebrow rose. "Oh?" Ryou questioned disbelievingly.
"It's you," Bakura whispered softly, before crushing his lips to Ryou's.
Damn, Ryou thought before his mind became a hazy swirl of lust. Bakura picks the oddest times to get romantic.