Warnings: Lime stuff in this chapter. I can't believe people like this fic, it might actually have to have a plot. O.o

Note: This one is short, but sweet, because the next one is really freakin' long and has Malik and Otogi in. I love them, and I owe them after Twist of Cain.

Hole Hearted 3

"So, how did it go?" Ryou asked excitedly as Bakura got back home, throwing his crash helmet onto a chair before collapsing wearily on the couch.

"You didn't tell him he was meeting me." Bakura accused, although he felt too drained to really be angry.

"You told him the truth, right? Did he get upset?" Ryou asked, looking concerned. Bakura leant back, closing his eyes and sighing.

"No. He seemed pleased it was me. I'm a fucking monster; I'm the bad guy. He should have left or something. He should hate me." The thief muttered, feeling the couch move as Ryou sat down next to him.

"You're not that bad, and maybe Kaiba had a thing for you anyway? You're not exactly hard on the eyes, if I do say so myself." Ryou smiled, allowing himself a rare moment of vanity. Bakura didn't seem to believe it, but he let it go.

"Sure." He muttered darkly, coming to the conclusion that he was probably just emotionally inept, and not compatible with other people. He knew where he was with being the enemy, but anything beyond that confused him. Hate and anger were probably the only emotions he'd ever really felt, after fear and loss. He'd tried to blank those two out anyway.

"So? What happened?" Ryou pressed, and Bakura frowned, refusing to open his eyes. He could feel the dull throb of a headache coming on, caused by his conflicting feelings over Seto Kaiba. He hadn't known that going on one, simple date could do this to him; he felt terrible.

"He…stared at me all night. I hated it." There was no point hiding anything from Ryou, the hikari could whine for hours when he felt the need.

"Why didn't you like it? It sounds like you should be flattered." Ryou asked, confused and wondering why his darker half had to be so complex.

"I don't know. When someone stared at you like that back in the desert it meant they were going to try and jump you. I just don't like being looked at like that for so long." Bakura attempted to explain.

"Oh, I get it. He makes you nervous, right?" Ryou guessed, ignoring the glare he received. "Don't worry, Marik did the same thing to me. I think you just have to get used to him. Once you know you can trust him it'll be fine."

Bakura hated the thought that some rich brat made him nervous, but it rang true. He told himself that it didn't mean he was weak, he just had a healthy survival instinct for someone who'd lived through half the horrors he had.

"This was such a fucking stupid idea. I hate this whole dating thing." The tomb robber scowled tiredly, rubbing at his eyes.

"Well, did he kiss you?" Ryou asked, not failing to notice the tinge of redness across Bakura's pale cheeks before the thief turned away. "What was it like?"

"You know what a kiss is like. I'm going to take a shower and go to sleep. If he calls before I wake up tomorrow tell him to go away." Bakura growled, dragging himself up wearily.

XxXxX

Bakura collapsed against the tile wall, letting the hot spray from the shower drench his hair and soothe his tense muscles. Closing his eyes, he let his mind wander and soon found himself reliving the feeling of Seto pressing him against the wall, the pad of the CEO's thumb tracing over his collarbone. Drawing his hand up, Bakura lightly ran his fingers over where Seto had touched him, knowing that his throat was one of his most sensitive places. He let out a soft moan, tipping his head back to rest against the wall and dragging his other hand down his chest. He could imagine Seto kissing his neck hungrily, nipping at the skin and drawing a hand between his legs, his heartbeat quickening. His fingers brushed his thighs and he shuddered, arching his back as he moved his hand firmly. He wondered what it would feel like with Seto's hand touching him instead, the CEO's intense blue eyes pinning him down again with that same hungry stare. He'd never been the one being touched before, he'd never known it could feel so good. He was so used to being in control, and Seto had never even given him the chance.

Throwing his head back, Bakura shuddered in release and slid to his knees with a deep-throated moan of pleasure, his breath coming in sharp gasps. He knelt for a moment, collecting his scattered thoughts before realising that a single kiss had led him to that.

It really had been too long.

TBC

This is what listening to Danzig while I type does. O.o