The Good, The Bad, And The…Not-So-Dead
'Necrophilia means never having to say you're sorry.'
"Okay, first…ew. And second…"
"Second?" Bakura asked.
Murderous rage came over Ryou's face. "I'm going to kill Kaiba."
Bakura gulped, backing away from his lover fearfully. "Ano…I'm not sure that's such a good idea, hikari," he tried to dissuade the other.
"And why would that be, 'Kura-chan?" Ryou asked sweetly, gripping the T-shirt in his hand so hard it ripped with the force.
Bakura gulped. The Shadow Realm has no fury like a pissed off koi, he thought. "Because I'm…sorry that he's such a jerk?" he offered weakly.
Ryou blinked. Bakura…apologizing for something that isn't his fault? he thought. And…oh. How sweet.
"Apology accepted," Ryou said cheerfully, discarding the T-shirt onto the floor…somewhere. Pulling his boyfriend closer, he said, "Now that we've made up…"
Bakura smirked. "Time for the kiss?" he guessed. Whew! I wasn't even sure that would work.
Damn glad it did, though.
"And more," Ryou agreed, wrapping his arms around his koi. Oh, they were going to have fun tonight!