Thanks for everyone's lovely reviews. I realize that there are still a few mistakes but it's very difficult to catch them at times, however hard we try to. To explain the soul room thing:

Bakura is able to take on a temporary form as long as he sort of 'recharges' in his soul room. I guess you could say that, yes, Ryou does have his own soul room but is not as spiritually aware enough to enter. This is why he asked Bakura if they could go to his soul room. Bakura, being that he has had more experience with shadow games and such, is able to shift into his own soul room easily and could take Ryou with him being as since they share pretty much the same form, their personalities make them different from each other. For example, Bakura has a darker personality and more life experiences then Ryou which has molded Bakura's form differently. Ryou's sweeter, more innocent form, is due to the fact that he hasn't experienced as much as Bakura and hasn't seen that much evil.

I know this is a lengthy explanation, but I just wanted to clear things up and explain that even though Ryou and Bakura each have a soul room, their life experiences have shaped their abilities to use it. I hope that helps…or it may just confuse you more…hmm.

Ryou ran after Bakura. Skidding around the house's turns, Ryou grinned as he saw the thief turn into a dead end. The grin quickly faded as he rounded the corner to be pulled into strong arms.

"Um, Bakura? What exactly are you doing?" Ryou asked meekly as Bakura just held him.

"As you were chasing me, I was just wondering something." Bakura murmured, close to his captive's left ear.

"Um…" Ryou was quickly becoming uncomfortably at the close contact. It was not that it did not feel nice, because it did. More like, hot. It was over ninety-eight degrees out and the way Bakura was keeping him pressed to his body was making him sweat. Not to mention that the frosting was quite sticky.

Ryou balked, and nearly would have gotten away if it was not for the strong arms that held him even tighter, it seemed. The kiss had been surprisingly gentle, laid upon his white unruly hair.

"Yami," Ryou exclaimed, "What do you think your doing?" Ryou managed to push away from his Yami's chest, to look now into his eyes. Bakura caught his glance for only a second before he turned his head away.

"Sorry Hikari. I don't know what came over me. I guess I'll go start picking up all that junk I threw out your window." Bakura released Ryou from his arms as he went to turn away.

"Don't you try walking away from me, Bakura." Ryou said, before grabbing Bakura's left arm roughly forcing him back. "I wanna know why you did that, and I'm not taking silence as an answer."

Bakura looked to Ryou to the pale hand clutching his arm, surprised a little at the strength in the grip.

"Fine be that way." Ryou said harshly pulling his Yami to meet him face to face. Staring into a face so much like his own, hardened by decades of self-dependence, Ryou did the unexpected. He kissed Bakura.

Bakura let the kiss continue as Ryou put behind it all his frustration. He was in too much shock to even register that Ryou was kissing him. Ryou stopped when he realized Bakura was not reciprocating the kiss and looked up at him with fearful brown eyes.

"I'm so sorry Bakura. I…I didn't mean too, I swear." He said nervously, "I just don't know-"

Ryou was cut off as a pair of lips descended onto his. "You talk far too much Hikari."

Ryou's lips were sweet tasting and his hair so soft. Bakura ran his hands through the silver mess as he deepened the kiss, lowering Ryou down to the floor as gently as he could.

Ryou's legs felt weak. He knew he had been bold to initiate the action with the older man, but Bakura confused him so much. The man was fun to hang around; when he wasn't in the mood for mass terror of course, and he was sensible, even if he didn't act like it all the time.

Bakura gave an upset growl as Ryou pushed himself away, not only to take a few gulps of well needed air, put to hear something as well. "Bakura, before I can let you continue on any longer, I just need to know something: Do you love me, or even care for me?"

"Say what?" Bakura glared, trying to capture Ryou's lips again only to be pushed back the second time.

Ryou rolled his eyes as he looked at his Yami's face. Some things just never changed. " I just want to know, do you love me or care for me at all? You just have to say that you do. I'll believe you. Just three words, Bakura." He said, breathing heavily into the other's ear while holding up three fingers to emphasize his words.

Bakura thought. 'What the heck does he want me to say? I love you?' Bakura looked at the brown eyed boy below him and grinned. He did want Bakura to say he loved him didn't he? Bakura blurted out three words teasingly. "I like you"

Ryou sighed. "That's all?" he asked disappointed. "Well, I guess I can work with-"

"I was teasing. Love. How's 'I Love you'?" Bakura asked.

Ryou groaned as cold fingers moved along his waist, sending waves of pleasure through his spine causing him to shiver .Bakura had messily unbuttoned their shirts sometime ago during the kisses and even though it was hot outside it seemed below freezing to Ryou who shivered some more as Bakura started to trace small circles along the stomach and stopped.

Bakura glanced down at the shivering body beneath him and grinned. He'd never really had a reason to be this happy before and felt like he would develop muscle from smiling so much. Licking the pixi-stick frosting from his fingers, Bakura bent his head down and started on the frosting near the navel, swirling his tongue inside to catch any missed sugar. Bakura went lower and lower.

Pants were soon discarded, but Ryou pushed Bakura away from his a second time.

"What is the matter now?" Bakura growled out, disappointed that he was stopped.

Ryou gulped nervously. It felt nice, really it did! Ryou, however, didn't think he was ready for what Bakura was thinking of doing and he told him that.

"Fine, fine. I won't force you if you don't want to." Bakura sighed, pushing himself further way form his Hikari.

"Wait, Bakura. Please, don't go." Ryou started as Bakura started to get up.

"Alright…I guess if you want to sleep on the floor, you can."

"Huh?" Ryou shook slightly as Bakura pulled him up from the floor, cradling him gently in his arms.

"How 'bout you fall asleep in bed? It'll be much more comfortable then the floor." He said, carrying Ryou out of the dead end.

"I love you too" Ryou sleepily said, hoping that when they woke and found their clothes, that Bakura wouldn't find the small paper back book that he had taken out of Bakura's soul room: 'How to be Evil in 4 Chapters or your Gold Back.'

Well, that is the end. I hope everyone enjoyed the revisions. Any comments or suggestions on how to improve would be greatly appreciated.

About the book: though the anime or manga never went into explicit detail on what the soul rooms contain, we do know that the rooms reflect the individual. Every time I think of Bakura, I think of how he needed knowledge to survive so I imagine his soul room filled with books, instruction scrolls, and various objects of comfort and fine things. That's were the 'How to be Evil' book came to me. It is a recollection on survival 101 for living on the streets and manipulating others for personal gain. Bakura, I think would respect someone like himself, like he does with Yami Malik, so I think Ryou would read a book like that to get Bakura to notice him, which is why he's so OOC.

Also, why am I telling everyone this? I should be letting everyone draw their own conclusions. /happy face/