Bad To The Bone. And The Bed, And Beyond…
"'If it's dangerous to talk to yourself, it's probably even dicier to listen.'"
"Wouldn't that make more sense if you sent it to Duke?"
Ryou turned away from the bumper sticker he'd been reading from and blinked at his lover. "Huh?" he asked, most of his attention still focused on the insult he'd received.
"Well, Duke is the 'dicey' one in our little group," Bakura pointed out, fangs bared in a mirthful smirk.
Ryou groaned and closed his eyes, trying to shut out the sight of his yami's odd brand of punishment. "You are so bad, yami."
"To the bone, hikari. To the bone," Bakura agreed with relish.
Noting the suggestiveness in the other's tone, Ryou snorted and tossed the bumper sticker away. "Bakura no ecchi," he accused.
"Yeeesss…." Bakura drawled in mock innocence.
Ryou chuckled and shook his head. "You are so bad."
Shrugging disaffectedly, Bakura said, "Indeed I am. Do you have a problem with that?"
"None at all, Bakura, none at all," Ryou purred as he stalked towards his lover. "But speaking of…bones…" He trailed one hand teasingly down the other's chest, heading towards his stomach – and even further south.
Bakura's eyes glinted with arousal. "Oh, yes…"