Sexy Eye For The Hikari Guy
'Your yami dresses you funny.'
Ryou blinked at the bumper sticker lying on the kitchen table amidst the detritus of its packaging. "Nani…?"
Peering over his hikari's shoulder, Bakura scowled. "If anyone dresses funny, it's you," he snorted. "You need to wear more leather."
"It's constricting!" Ryou protested. "I can't breathe in those pants you bought for me – they're three sizes too small."
Bakura's eyes glazed over as he remembered what Ryou had looked like when he'd tried those pants on. "But your ass looked damn fine in them."
Ryou blushed.
"Anyway, this sticker has it all wrong," Bakura continued. "It's you who used to dress me funny."
Ryou sighed. This was an old argument. "Now that you have your own body, you can dress it however you like, Bakura," he pointed out.
"True, but when we were sharing your body, not a day went by that you didn't wear one of those froufrou things you call a sweater vest," Bakura countered. "And I thought kilts were demeaning…"
"Can we not talk about this now, koi?" Ryou gritted out, purposely using the endearment to remind Bakura exactly where he would be sleeping if this argument continued much longer – the couch, instead of their bed.
Bakura cleared his throat and looked away, a blush staining his cheeks a light rose. "Right," he agreed. Eyes lighting on the bumper sticker, he asked, "Who…?" He was cut off before he could get more than the first word of his question out.
"Mai and Téa," Ryou supplied. He sighed in defeat as he added, "Again."
Bakura wrinkled his nose in a frown and slumped down into one of the nearby chairs, folding his arms across his chest as he glared at the innocent piece of sticky-backed paper. "Why do they always go after us?" he demanded of the bumper sticker, his mood turning darker when the sticker refused to answer him. "It's not like they even know us all that well."
"Which just makes it easier for them to insult us, since they don't really care about hurting our feelings," Ryou pointed out. "By this bumper sticker, it's apparent that they're not at all fond of either of us."
"They are awfully fond of double insults," Bakura agreed.
"Maybe we should try that?" Ryou suggested.
"Getting two people at once?" Bakura asked, tapping one finger against his chin thoughtfully. "That's a good idea…"
Ryou half-groaned, half-giggled as he realized what he'd suggested. Bakura was definitely corrupting him if he could be so sneaky. Without any prompting on the dark's part, even.
But Bakura was just too sexy when he was plotting mayhem and destruction.