Well, I really dun have much to say here-

Yami: For once-

Shuddup! &whacks yami&

Yami: Ouch. Jerk. &rubs head&

&smirks& Heh, anywayz, as I was saying, no author's notes other than an UBERLY HUGE, HUGE THANK YOU TO MY WONDERFUL, LOVELY REVIEWERS

I really appreciate it! . Hope ya enjoy this chappie!

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Yami shifted to a more comfortable position. "...The cops won't come this time, will they?"

Bakura held a spoonful of ice cream to his lips and shrugged unconcerned. "So what if they do? It's not like it'll be the first time; you should be used to them by now."

Yami's face flushed bright cherry red. "Yeah, but they've never come when we were in the middle of…of…you know…before! Not so much as a knock on the door, just bam, there they are, guns drawn and everything, and there I am, naked on the bed...and you..." He trailed off, beyond mortified, and hid his face in Bakura's neck, embarrassed by the very memory.

Bakura found it highly amusing, as he had that night, and laughed a little until he saw Yami pout. Yami gave him the hurt puppy eyes and dolefully took the spoon in his mouth.

Bakura took one last bite then tossed the plastic spoon into the empty cardboard cup. "Well, that's that." He wrapped both arms around Yami's thin frame and laid his chin atop his head. "So, now what? I'm bored."

Yami just rolled his eyes and shook his head. Bakura never had much patience; he often started something, lost interest, and went on to something else. Hence, his illustrious dating history. He'd dated Oni, Merik, and Otogi, plus countless others, before Malik had fixed him up with Yami. He'd liked Yami because of his exotic looks; his rich, dark skin and slanted, dark, and mysterious crimson eyes, framed by thick, long black lashes. They had gotten along immediately; Bakura had a very strong personality, and Yami was very quiet and withdrawn.

"Just sit here and relax. I enjoy being with you, just the two of us...it's so peaceful, isn't it?" Yami asked, lowering his lashes half way and sighing contentedly. The breeze continued to blow, teasing their hair, but he didn't mind. He wore a dark blue hoodi, wide leg, cargo jeans and sandals. Underneath his jeans, he had on a silver anklet, and had two diamond studs, one in each ear. He had on a plain silver ring inscribed in hieroglyphs that Bakura'd gotten him for his birthday.

Bakura, on the other hand, was baring as much skin as he could. Summer was coming to an end, and cooler fall weather was starting to set in. He didn't get cold easily, and was too stubborn to admit when he was; he'd always been one of the last children to don a jacket and long sleeves, and the first to take them off. He wore a black tank top, and black shorts with bright blue thread and chains hanging off them. He also had a spiked choker and ear piercings. His latest permanent addition to his body was a tattoo.

"It's boring, if that's what you mean." Bakura complained again, and Yami merely sighed.

"It's been an interesting day, though, hasn't it? An orthodontists's office and a tattoo parlor." Yami smiled, partly wistful. He hadn't enjoyed the first part of the day; his braces were throbbing. He'd never relished the idea of having metal in his mouth.

"I suppose it has. How's your mouth?"

"Sore." Yami pouted.

Bakura laughed and kissed his full lips lightly. "Well, I think they look cute. Although, why you got blue and yellow is beyond me..."

"School colors."

"...Why on earth would you want school colors?" Bakura snorted, and Yami pouted some more, the metal from his braces glinting in his mouth. "But who cares? You're adorable...although, not as adorable as when you're naked, in my bed..."

"BAKURA!" Yami squeaked, blushing.

Tbc…

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