A/N: I am so hyper, it's not funny. Okay, it is funny. Anyways, I got this chapter's idea from some where in the back recesses of my mind. I'm sorry if all my stories were so short. I'm going to add in a bit more detail and try to make it longer.

Warning: Shounen ai. Yaoi. Boy on Boy. Get it?

Disclaimer: Sorry, don't own. Not one character, manga, or anime. Sad, ne?

Summary: Malik is evil, Bakura is bored, and we all learn something about Ryou… Caution though! This one is a bit more angst ridden than the last chapters!

Remember:

"Blah" speech.

Blah thoughts

/Blah/ mind link (Yami)

\Blah\ mind link (Hikari)

Chapter Four

Sigh… Sigh… Sigh… Sigh. Tap. Sigh. Tap. Sigh. Tap. Sigh. Tap. Evil smirk. Sigh. Tap. Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.

"DAMMIT! What are you sighing for!" Bakura shouted losing his nerve after the millionth sigh Malik had made.

Incase you didn't know. Malik is currently on a sugar high. Marik, fearing for his sanity (if he even has some), tricked Ryou into babysitting the Egyptian. Bakura has a sneaking suspicion that some thing is a foot. So like two plus two equals four, Malik plus sugar high plus Bakura plus a short temper equals out bursts that make poor Ryou wish to hide some where dark and quiet.

In turn that was what Ryou was trying to accomplish.

Crouching behind the arm rest of the sofa was Ryou trying to holding his ears. Malik, on the other hand, acted like he wasn't about to be thrown half way across the room by an angry three thousand year old tomb raider. He looked at the floor somberly. "I'm bored…" the blonde answered.

Bakura felt his eye twitch. Ryou felt like he should duck and cover. Malik, being the super evil genius he is, felt like another evil smirk was needed. Sadly, that would blow his cover. Instead he gave his friends puppy eyes.

"Can I watch a mooooovie please?" he whined stressing out the O. Unfortunately for Bakura, Ryou was too kind for his own good. Said boy gave a small sigh. "Sure. What do you want to watch?" he asked. Oh yes. There was a definite eye twitch coming on for the Yami.

A heart felt war cry was heard from Malik. "YAY! A MOVIE! WHORAH! MOVIES! EVERYBODY DANCE NOW! BOOYAH! SHAKE YO BOOT-TAH! OH YEAH! WORK NOW MALIK! UH-HUH! ALRIGHT! SWISH!" That was when a foot collided with the back of his head. Bakura stood over the boy, his arm crossed, bangs hiding his murderous glare.

"Do you want the muzzle back on?" came the venomous question. Ryou almost fell over in fear again. I got to stop doing that… Malik gave a half hearted whimper, an obvious no. The third boy gave him an eerie smile and replied in a voice way too cheerful. "Good. Now what movie do you feel like watching Ryou?" Oh yes. The hikari decided he really should duck and cover.

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Malik was rummaging through his friends closet. He he! They don't know how true that is. I will get them to admit they have feelings for each other. This sad longing they have got going is totally killing everyone… Malik scanned the self for any good kind of film that would help further his plan. It didn't seem to be working.

Ryou had no romance. He had little action movies. He didn't even have a horror- wait! There! Up at the top! A scary movie! Malik did the happy dance and went to grab it when-

Malik spun around in circles for a while. It was like his arms were tied to his sides. MY ARMS WON'T WORK! WHAT THE- Oh yeah the straightjacket. Malik sat on the floor with a thump and stuck out his bottom lip. Whose brilliant idea was to include a straight jacket! Oh wait. It was mine… He glared at the movie at the top of shelf he couldn't reach with this white devil incarnate on him.

So the teen resorted to banging his head against the shelves. Meanwhile while Ryou was recovering from his frightful encounter with Bakura at the end of his rope, he could have sworn he heard a constant thudding resounding from the hallway. He just shrugged and sat down next to Bakura. The silver haired one felt a bit of contentment as he studied his darker half.

Bakura was lounging on the couch, legs spread and his knee resting against Ryou. Eyes traveled up his tone chest which was dipping up and down in a soothing rhythm. His head lying against the back with his snow hair spread out in Bakura's usual sexy look. Wait! I just thought Bakura was sexy! Blood rose to Ryou's face. But he didn't look away. He couldn't really. The younger one also couldn't help the smile that spread across his features as he noticed Bakura's relaxed face. You had to know Bakura as well as Ryou did to realize that when Bakura was calm like this, he was, well, happy.

Ryou took pride in knowing that the only one who could ever see his partner like this was just him, Ryou. I wonder what he's thinking about… I hope he's thinking about me… The smile on the boy's face faded the tiniest bit. But it was still noticeable. No… He isn't and wouldn't. Who can? Look at me. I'm all pale and twiggy. There is nothing attractive about me at all. So how can Bakura of all people love me like I love…That was it. That last thought crushed the lights smile. He realized at long last, that he really did love Bakura.

Bakura, of course, had no idea the thought process of his young love interest. No one may know, but the thief was an expert at noticing things all around him, even if his eyes were closed tight. He was a thief after all. It was obvious when Ryou sat down next to him and just stared. With their knees touching, he felt at peace. He wasn't thinking of anything. He was just focusing on Ryou. But the older one could also notice the slight sensation of Ryou's heart beating like a drum. It made him wonder.

/What are you thinking of/ Bakura asked through the mind link. He didn't want Malik catching the conversation for some reason. He knew Malik was probably watching. It didn't concern him that much really. It was only his hikari that did.

The faint scent of Ryou's shampoo wafted and surrounded Bakura like an exotic menace as the boy shook his head. It was like rain water falling against dried rose petals. \Nothing.\ Ryou's voice sounded soft and melodic. Almost sorrowful and it threatened to send the dark one off into sleep in his current relaxing state.

Bakura opened an eye as the boy shifted and brought his knees up to his chest, making Bakura lose the comforting contact of Ryou's cool warmth. The smaller one looked rather feverish. His face was turning a dark red by the second and his eyes seemed to water the tiniest bit. The tomb robber sat up straight. /Are you getting sick/

Ryou didn't bother with a real response and just half heartedly shook his head no. Bakura's eye brows furrowed. He crawled over on his hands and knees to get closer to Ryou. Then he stretched out his arm and used the back of his hand to feel Ryou's forehead. Bakura's own head leaned in to his open palm to compare temperatures. Was it Bakura's imagination or did Ryou just get redder? It shocked Bakura as he felt the other teen's body degree go up drastically. What could have made that happen?

Almost in an instant Bakura froze as he realized how close his lips were to the other boys. The noses barley touched. Their breaths mingled, hot and moist over pink flesh. All time became heavy and uncountable. Rust colored eyes wandered up to Nile green and both were locked. Then Bakura felt a push in him. Some part deep in his chest his heart thudded and his ears rang. It could happen. It could be so easy. Just a thread away and Ryou would be his forever. Right? No…

Time speed up and crashed all together when Bakura noticed that Ryou had gently pulled away, taking Bakura's rough hand into anther nimble pair. Both noticed how easily their hands fit into the other ones. Ryou didn't take his eyes away from Bakura's hand while the elder desperately tired to look into Ryou's. "It's nothing." Ryou whispered out. Bakura tried to lean in to get the boy to look at him. Something felt terribly wrong with Ryou. It made Bakura feel… frantic. He just had to know how to fix.

Ryou just scooted back farther, and yet wouldn't let go of Bakura's hands. That's when Ryou was saved from this torment of having Bakura near but not having Bakura close. Ryou saw Malik. And Malik saw everything. Ryou's attitude changed lightening quick, but not fast enough for the other two boys. They still saw the pain expression. Both wisely chose not to comment.

"Look what I found! You only have one horror flick! Let's watch!" Malik crowed and bounced up and down. Even though he really wanted to yell at Bakura for not being stupid enough to just kiss Ryou and be done with it. He also wanted to smack Ryou a good one for worrying Bakura and not confessing what was on his mind. Malik didn't need a mind link with the two of them to know what was being said.

Ryou had another mood swing and replied in an apathetic voice. "Whatever. Doesn't matter." Bakura, slightly confused, sat down in his original seat slowly. Malik quickly hopped over to Ryou and shimmied a DVD out from one of the many pockets of the jacket. Malik sniggered in his mind as Ryou reached for it a bit slower than normal. He stood up and strode across the room stiffly. Once he turned on the DVD player and set the volume right, he placed in the film. I think I know why Ryou has only ONE horror. This will be sweet, sweet revenge hook up! The psycho guy in the straight jacket thought.

In a blink, Ryou was back to his seat and paling by the second. Bakura adopted his hikari's blinks of confusion. What the hell is going on with him? First he is fine, then he goes into an angst trip and gets all red, and now he acts like a stone statue! Bakura let out a huff. Oh well, I'll leave him be for now. I haven't gotten to watch a scary movie in a long time. So Bakura got up and turned off the lights. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could have sworn Ryou flinched.

As soon as the previews came on, Malik cried out, signing the Freddy Cougar Song. Bakura rolled his eyes and tried to focus on the movie. Ryou was still. Then he shifted. Still. Shifted. Still. Shifted. Bakura rolled his head to the boy who was trying to find a good position to sit in. Ryou didn't look at him and his eyes glazed to behind the TV. Oh come on Ryou! You can do this! It's just the previews! You're embarrassing yourself! Finally Ryou stood up in a swift motion. Bakura almost jumped at the unexpected movement.

"It's cold. I'm hungry. I'll get a blanket. Make popcorn too. I'll be back." Ryou practically yelled out. He left and swiveled down to his kitchen. The two other occupants just stared for a while. Then they heard the popping of popcorn on the stove. Malik and Bakura looked at each. Then they shrugged and turned back to the television.

A few moments later they had just finished the opening credits in the story. Malik seemed to worm closer to the screen as the first scene faded in. Bakura watched with mild interest as the title of the movie flashed in. Then a thick blanket was thrown on top of him. Bakura scrambled out in time to see a blur of silver sweep under with a bowl of popcorn. It was Ryou, no duh. "What I miss?" he questioned, a little more put together than before.

"Nothing much. Just the opening credits. We're about to find out what the story plot is." Bakura answered. "Great." Ryou sighed and snuggled under the blanket. So they continued on with the movie with a harsh "SHUT UP!" from Malik. The Dark paid half attention to the plot. The rest was all on Ryou. The covering on Bakura and Ryou was small so Ryou had to sit really close to the boy to stay under. Not that either was complaining.

It was about twenty minutes into the story when some one was brutally killed in front of the three person audience. Ryou made a squeak at the surprise attack the moronic character got and practically jumped into Bakura's lap. Bakura was a bit shocked that Ryou reacted so violently to the scene. It was just a movie. It was all make believe. Then it clicked. "Are you afraid of horror movies?" Bakura asked before he had the decency to think to himself. Malik turned around and gave the both of white haired teens a nice shut-the-fuck-up glare. Ryou winced and hid under the blanket in his Yami's lap.

Said Yami repeated his question, albeit a lot softer "Are you afraid of these kinds of movies?" Ryou gave him a pitiful nod. At least the Bakura was nice enough not to laugh. Although, he did smirk like a maniac. The maniac leaned in and wrapped his arms around the smaller one's waist, drawing Ryou into him more. Ryou felt shivers run down his spine as Bakura laid his head down and rested his chin on Ryou's shoulder. The thief's head tilted to the side so he could continue to watch the movie. This caused him to breathe out on Ryou's neck, the air just ghosting against his screen.

Ryou controlled the urge to gulp. He was extremely frightened by now. "Relax hikari. I won't let anything happen to you." The boy felt the words making vibration against his back since he was pressed against his secret crush's chest. Bakura's lips just brushing his skin made Ryou want to melt. He decided to just give in. Just for one night. It couldn't hurt, could it?

Bakura felt Ryou give in to temptation and fall into the older one. Bakura tightened his grip on the boy's slim frame. I'm not letting you go. I can't. Bakura's eyes wondered from the TV to Ryou, lying in his lap with a some what calmer demeanor. He buried his face in the light's neck as he felt things swirl inside him that were never there before. I… I don't want Ryou to do whatever he did just now. I want him to come to me when ever he may have a problem. Even some thing childish like this! But it has to be me. Me and only me! I want to mark him… But I don't want to hurt him anymore! I… I would die if I couldn't help him like this.

All too soon, Bakura heard Malik booing at the movie for having a crappy predictable ending. He tore himself from his beloved Ryou. Ryou was dozing lightly; it seemed as if he couldn't be scared of anything anymore. The taller one shifted slightly until his friend was lying on him but still completely covered by the blanket. Bakura took a moment to take in his innocent green eyed love. He looked a lot more comfortable then ever before. It was a nice sight to see. Even Malik had to stop himself before he cooed out.

"You're sleeping on the floor sugar boy." Bakura tried to growl out. It didn't really work. Malik tried to whine out. "Oh man! Why did Ryou have to fall asleep down here?" That didn't really work either. This is working out well. Malik couldn't help but grin in the semi-dark room. Bakura brushed back a strand of stray hair from Ryou's face. He then took the remote and shut off the television. Malik flopped to the ground in a huff, but it was a happy huff. Bakura just drifted out as Ryou gripped the blanket around the both of them to keep warm.

"Sweet dreams…"

TBC

Yes. This is it for now. Nice huh? I did a good job with this one! YAY! Story is coming ok! I likey! YAY!