Anger Management For The Sexually Frustrated
'Out of my body, back in five millennia.'
"Technically it's my body you ended up in," Ryou said to the T-shirt in his hands.
"Over and over again," Bakura agreed, a leer on his face as he palmed his koibito's ass.
Flushing so red he was afraid he'd cut off blood circulation to any other part of his body besides his face, Ryou sputtered, "Bakura no hentai."
"Yes?" Bakura answered pleasantly, a grin stretching his lips wide.
Making a noise of disgust, Ryou threw the shirt at his lover and flounced across the room towards the couch, where he flopped down in front of the television set. He fumed, gnashing his teeth. The sex was great, but sometimes his yami really could be too perverted – even for an eighteen-year-old hormonal teenager such as himself.
"Boy, are you pissy when you haven't had your coffee," Bakura grumped.
Ryou just seethed silently.
For all of five seconds.
Exploding into a maelstrom of anger, Ryou jumped up from the couch, whirled on Bakura, pinned said yami to the wall and began to berate him. Loudly. All the while banging his head against the wall every third word.
"Sex is not the be-all and end-all of the universe, Bakura!" he yelled, punctuating his declaration with another thump of his audience's head against the wall. "I realize you didn't get any for five thousand years and are for some reason trying to make up for all of it inside a decade, but some people like a little romance more often than once in a blue moon!" He grounded to a halt, breathless, his anger mostly spent.
Staring down – down because Ryou had tapped his strength reserves and was drawing on a years supply of adrenaline in order to hold him several inches off the floor – at his hikari, who's face was flushed and panting, reminding him eerily of what he looked like in the aftermath of passion, Bakura mumbled dumbly, "You're beautiful when you're angry."
"Nani?!"
Maybe that wasn't the best response, Bakura thought. Further musings were cut off by Ryou's lips on his, the hikari's tongue spearing its way into his mouth.
Or…maybe it was, Bakura thought muzzily and gave himself up to his – for-once – dominating lover.