-walks in- Lookietehuberfastupdate! Muaha. XD Yeah... I was up half the night again -.-' But meh.

Yes, one person did get it. The sex scene in the last chapter didn't really happen...Read on to find out, I guess. XD

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Ugh.

Bakura sighed, stretching and yawning as he gently pulled of the last dark tendrils of slumber. Morning… Arching his back in a particularly large stretch, Bakura yawned, flopping his head back down on his pillow with a sigh.

It was about then when the memories of what he did came crashing down on him like a ton of bricks.

"Shit!" Bakura sat bolt upright like a poker, his rate of breathing increasing tenfold. He had sex with Ryou. Not just any kind of sex, either; the best sex he'd ever had! "Ryou?" Bakura looked beside him, but the sleeping teen was nowhere to be seen. After a momentary inspection, it appeared that there was nobody in the bed apart from him at all. "What…?" He looked towards Ryou's nest in the corner, and sure enough, there lay the teen, curled up under several blankets with his cottony head sticking out. "The fuck?" Then what happened last night? Bakura kicked off the blankets, and was about to stand up when a certain… stickiness in his boxers made him stop. Bakura looked at his underwear for a second, and then to Ryou, and back to the underwear, a deep blush gradually working it's way across his demonic features.

Oh….

It was…

A dream…

When the embarrassment of having a wet dream over someone he supposedly hated had finish rolling over his body like a hot, slow wave, sick disappointment crashed into his gut, making the demons heart twist in sadness.

None of it was real.

It was his just overactive imagination creating a perverted fantasy. Ryou didn't say he loved him, he didn't tie Bakura down and screw him senseless, it was all just a stupid, stupid dream.

Why am I upset that Ryou saying he loved me was a dream? Bakura sat on the edge of the bed, his long legs dangling thoughtfully over the side. And if I said I loved him… Oh, thank God that part was a dream… Bakura sighed, running a hand through damp, sweaty locks. I don't actually love Ryou, I…

I…

I care about him a little, I suppose, I mean, I'd look after him if he was sick of something. And I totally adore his body, he's sexy and innocent looking at the same time. And he's beautiful…

But I hate him, too. He's so whiny, and clingy, and he won't stop crying over the stupidest things. He's the clumsiest person I've ever met, and he's just so… unlike me.

But then again, what the hell did Ryou ever see in me? Malik took me he had a crush on me for years and years… Why? Hell, I know I'm sexy and good-looking, but I've always treated him like crap. I'm not like him at all; how the hell did he fall for me? Maybe…

Maybe you just have to take the good with the bad in a relationship. Do the qualities of Ryou outweigh his weaknesses? Do I… Love him?

No.

Even if I did, Ryou could never try a relationship with me. Not after what I did. Even if I treated him right, it's still too risky. I couldn't hurt him again… But I wouldn't this time, I'd make sure of it. I wouldn't, I could hurt him…

Bakura sighed, casting a glance over to the sleeping figure of the light. Standing up, the demon did a quick overview of the bed, sighing in relief when he realized the sheets and mattress were unstained.

"Ugh. I need a shower."

Ryou sighed, his emaciated frame relaxing deep into the plush couch as he attacked his plate of bacon and eggs, the white place balanced carefully on his knees. Carving up the food with a smile on his face, shoving it into his mouth as fast as he could without choking, Ryou was so intent on his food, he failed to hear Bakura enter the room.

"Any for me?" The demon frowned, mildly surprised at the boys' table manners. Ryou nodded, gesturing towards the kitchen as he carved his remaining egg. Bakura snorted, and followed the lights gesture, loading his plate with the remaining bacon, and three eggs. He was hungry.

"It's not like you to shower more than once a week." Ryou remarked as the demon took a seat next to him, instantly tearing into the meat with his hands. "What's the special occasion?"

"Nothing." Bakura muttered, glaring a Ryou for the dig at his personal hygiene. "Jesus, why are you in such a good mood, anyways?" The light grinned, setting his plate on the coffee table.

"Because you're letting me eat again. I was really, really hungry." Ryou whispered in his soft, docile voice, letting out a long sigh. Bakura paused in his eating, gazing at Ryou for a second, his bony arms, tiny waistline, and thin, shadowed face.

"Yeah." Bakura muttered, looking back down at his face. "I'm sorry about that." Ryou froze, the glass of milk in his hands almost slipping from his grasp as he stared wide-eyed at the yami, who busied himself with his bacon.

"Wh-what?" Ryou's eyes grew larger in his face, his mouth dropping open slightly as he stared at yami. "You're… Sorry?"

"Yes!" Although Bakura kept a cool exterior, his heart was pounding as he looked down at his bacon. "I mean, hell, starving you was just not cool. Not when you fainted like that. Now shut up about it, okay?" Ryou whimpered and nodded, staring down at his knees. Bakura could be in a good mood one moment, but could snap just like that, and Ryou didn't want to do anything that could provoke or aggravate him. Both were silent for a long time, Bakura picking at his bacon (He wasn't that hungry), and Ryou leaning into the sofa, staring up at the ceiling, deep in thought.

"Ryou?" Bakura gave up and set his plate on the coffee table, his harsh voice and the sharp clink of the stoneware on wood jerking the whitenette out of his daydream, wide brown eyes blinking owlishly. "Ryou, I have to ask you a question."

"Y-Yes?" The light was extremely confused at Bakura's tone. He sounded so… Serious. It was strange to not hear venom dripping from his voice.

"Ryou… How many times have you fallen in love?" The question caught the teen completely off guard, and his eyes widened further, a frown creasing the space between his eyebrows.

"How many times… Have I fallen in love?" A blush spread across Ryou's pale cheeks as he looked at the ground. "Oh gosh… Well… If you must know…. Only once… With you." At this, the lights blush deepened another shade, and he drew his knees to his chest.

"B-But how do you know?" Bakura pressed, biting his lower lip. "I mean… How do you know if you're in love with them? I don't understand…"

"Well…" Ryou took a sip of his milk, looking thoughtful. "You just know. You get the feeling, and you know that it's love. It's… really hard to explain, I guess you have to just experience it." Bakura looked less than happy at Ryou's words, keeping his gaze lowered to the floor.

"But… What if you don't know what love feels like?" Bakura raised his head to look Ryou in the eye. "What if you can't stop thinking about them and they drive you crazy and you dream about them, but at the same time you know you can't love them because they hate you. Even if they say you don't, you know they do because you hurt them so much…" Bakura put his head in his hands. Ryou, who had gently began lowering his legs more and more until his feet touched the floor, the teen leaning forward and staring at Bakura with chocolate eyes wide in shock. Is he talking about me? Does he... Does he have feelings for me?

"B-Bakura…" Ryou struggled to keep his voice even. "Wh-Who are you talking about?" The teen didn't expect to get answer right away, and in fact, he was extremely surprised when Bakura raised his head from his hands, staring the light in the eye, scooting closer to him with a strange expression on his face Ryou hadn't seen before.

"You." The demon whispered, and without warning, claimed Ryou's lips in a soft, chaste kiss. The whitenette gasped, struggling to recollect his thoughts as Bakura continued to kiss him, his bony fingers cupping Ryou's jawbone, his eyes fluttering closed. Oh, oh gosh… What is Bakura doing? It... It's such a nice kiss...

What am I thinking? This is Bakura... He hurt me, he raped me, he can't do this, I-I won't let him! I don't feel this way about him, I don't love him.

Bakura growled as Ryou broke apart, his slender hands grasping the demons wrists and shoving them away from his face.

"What on earth do you think you're doing?" Ryou cried out, his eyes widening and chin trembling. Bakura frowned for a moment, before his own orbs narrowed, his lip twitching into a snarl.

"You said you loved me." Bakura growled, wrenching his hands free and placing them on the lights shoulder, placing another; harder kiss on Ryou's lips. The teen cried out, pushing at the demon's chest to break their lips apart. Bakura growled, bringing a hand sharply to Ryou's cheek. The whitenette gasped, one hand pressed against his burning face as he looked down.

"Yes, Bakura-sama." Ryou whispered, letting out a breath. "I loved you. We've been through this… Please, don't kiss me again." He sniffed, still looking down. Bakura was breathing hard opposite him, and Ryou could sense the tension in the air. "I-I'm so sorry…"

"Don't be sorry." Bakura's voice sounded thick, and it cut like a knife into the teens' heart. "If you don't love me, you don't love me." Ryou felt the weight of the couch shift as Bakura stood up, heard his footsteps as he left the room, and the floor vibrate as the spirit shut the door with a bang. And then he cried.

Bakura leaned against the door after he slammed it shut, sliding down until his rear touched the floor. His breathing grew heavy, and the back of his eyes started to burn. The spirit let out a growl, leaning against the door. I'm not going to cry… Why the hell would I cry? Ryou's wrong. I don't love him. I don't… Oh god, it's hurting, it's really, really hurting… Ryou, what have you done to me?

He did cry. To his eternal shame, he cried. His breath gasped in his throat, and tears were streaking down his face, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Bakura was sobbing like a child into the cold comfort of his knees, his arms wrapped around his legs. All he could think about was how Ryou hurt him. How Ryou had taken his heart and stepped on it, crushing it into a million pieces. He offered the stupid boy the best possible choice! The choice to be loved, to not hurt and be in anymore pain, but no. The stupid slut.

"You're going to pay." Bakura spat, glaring through his curtain of tears at his huddled knees. "I'm going to make you hurt Ryou; I'm going to make you sorry for saying those words. I'm going to make you regret it." He wiped at his orbs, raising his wet eyes to the ceiling.

"Bakura-sama?" Ryou's slim fingers hesitated on the doorknob, his hair falling into mocha orbs as he nibbled on his lower lip. "I-Is it okay for me to come in?" The whitenette continued politely, casting a brown eye to the trusty clock. "I-It's very light, and I'm tired… I would like to go bed." He lingered at the door for a minute, but no sound came from the small bedroom. Bakura must have been sleeping. Ryou's shoulders sagged, and he turned to leave, when he heard the hoarse, two-syllabled word from the wall between the pair, and froze in his footsteps.

"Whatever." Bakura sighed as he rolled over, burying his face deep into the pillow. Stupid boy… Why the hell is he always so fucking polite? Just for once I would like to see him swear or something. He stiffened when he heard the door open with a click, and Ryou's soft footsteps paced the floor, coupled with his quiet, even breathing. Bakura heard the soft shuffle of clothes on skin as Ryou undressed, changing his sweater and jeans for his white, overly-large tee-shirt and boxers he used for nightclothes, and the soft, scraping sound as Ryou began brushing his hair, and the occasional gasp of fright as the teen hit a nasty snag in his white locks. Bakura sighed, and rolled onto his side, opening his crimson-brown eyes to stare at the light as he brushed his hair, Ryou completely unaware the Bakura was ogling him.

"Let me get the back." The teen jumped as the harsh voice broke him out if his thoughts. "Look, you're missing all of the knots." Ryou froze, eyeing the demon in the mirror. "Give me the brush." The teen self-consciously clutched the brush to his chest, shaking his head.

"N-No thank you, Bakura-sama." Ryou whispered politely, lowering his eyes to the dresser. Apart from his hairbrush and a photo of his family, everything else on the dresser belonged to Bakura. When did that happen?

"Give me the brush, Ryou." Bakura took a step towards the light. The teen began to tremble, but he held his ground.

"N-No, Ba-Bakura-sama, I-I can get them by myself." Ryou stammered, unintentionally hunching his shoulders in defense of the yami, who now leered over him, his stale breath washing over Ryou's neck.

"Give me the brush." Bakura's voice was low, dangerous, and dripping with venom. Ryou whimpered, bowing his silvery head low and hunching his shoulders further, a soft whimper of fear emitting from his throat. It was so easy for Bakura to turn dangerous like this. The teen shook his head, his heart rate and breathing almost doubling in speed.

"N-No." The word was more like a gasp from his throat as Ryou extended a slender arm to support himself. Bakura growled deep in his throat, his hands clenching into fists. Ryou whimpered again, sensing the demon very, very close behind him.

"You're going to pay for your disobedience." Bakura hissed the poisonous words into Ryou's hair, the demons breath tickling the light's ear. Ryou winced, and before he had a chance to react, Bakura's hands were on his bony hips, and he easily pushed Ryou's emaciated frame to the floor, the light crying out as he came into contact with the carpet, winded. "You stupid boy," Bakura raged, leering over the coughing boy as he struggled to prop himself on frail arms. "Why don't you ever listen to me?" He continued, hurling a well-aimed kick into Ryou's ribs. The light cried out, two hands going to his side as he started to cough, the choking gasps for air wracking his skeletal frame. There was no pity in Bakura's eyes as he crouched beside the coughing teen, a pale hand grasping a handful of Ryou's long hair. The whitenette gasped as Bakura yanked on the silvery strands, bending Ryou's neck as a painful angle.

"L-Let go!" Ryou protested weakly between coughs, trying and failing to sit up and relieve the intent pressure on his throat. "Y-You'll break my neck." He continued, a cry tearing from his throat as Bakura only laughed, pressing a knee into the small of the teens back, forcing him into the floor. "B-Bakura…" Coughs still wracked his thin frame, and his neck was in agony as Bakura increased the pressure, a sadistic smile on his face. "Y-You'll kill me!" Ryou wailed, tears beginning to blur his vision. If Bakura heard, he paid no attention, as he wound the hair tighter around his hand.

"Give me the fucking brush." Bakura spat, leaning forward to look Ryou in the eye. "Now!" Ryou was sobbing in pain, his teeth gritted and eyes clenched shut. He withdrew the plastic brush from under its painful residence between his chest and the floor, dropping it weakly in Bakura's lap with trembling fingers. "Thank you." Ryou gasped as the demon released his cruel hold on the teen's hair, slumping into the carpet as he sobbed weakly. Bakura's lips twitched in a smirk as he straddled Ryou's back, despite a hitch in the lights breath, sweeping his long hair behind his back. The whitenette was shaking as Bakura, perched on his back, began running the brush through his hair, marveling at out wonderfully soft the teens strands of silver were, how they slid like silk through his fingers. The demon continued to brush Ryou's hair, running it through the tangles that formed during their scuffle. It's so beautiful… I could never get my hair like his, its just perfect. He continued to run both his fingers and the brush bristles through the teen's hair until it was finally free of any tangles again. Bakura lifted his leg and hopped off the light with a small smile on his face, standing up and rummaging around the top off the dresser drawers. Ryou was trembling as he was finally able to sit up, wiping hastily at his eyes before making to stand up. He was on his knees when a firm hand on his shoulder made his pause, and Bakura hissed in his ear. "Sit down." Ryou sat down immediately, his eyes wide as Bakura began handling his hair again, gathering the longer strands of silver to the back of his head.

"B-Bakura-sama, what are you doing?" The light inquired in his timid voice as Bakura continued to smooth his hair, his fingers clenching nervously into fists.

"What do you think, idiot?" Bakura snorted, pulling hard. Ryou gasped as his head was jerked back, and the demon gathered the hair into one handful. "I'm tying it up so it wont be so messy in the morning." He pulled the elastic band tight around Ryou's hair, and leaned back on the balls of his feet. "There."

"Um…" Ryou didn't quite know what to say as he stumbled to a standing position, blinking slightly at his reflection in the mirror. His face looked completely different without his heavy white hair framing it, spreading down his shoulders. He looked… Older. He looked more like a sixteen-year-old with his hair tied up as opposed to it falling about his face. A small smile flitted across his face for a moment. "Thank you."

"Whatever." Bakura looked away. "If you're so fucking tired, just come to bed." The demon rolled over on the bed, sliding under the blankets. Ryou turned away from the mirror, a frown creasing his forehead when he realized that Bakura was curled on his side on one half of the bed, as opposed to being sprawled across the middle.

"C-Can I sleep on the bed?" Ryou whispered, hardly daring to believe it. He was being nice? After what he'd just did? He really acted like a child sometimes… Ryou sighed as he turned out the light, relying on the glow of the streetlights to find his way to the bed. He slid under the sheets, the smile returning on his face as he let the mattress contour to his slender frame, staring at Bakura's sleeping form- He could always go to sleep quickly- before rolling over onto his back, enjoying the soft comfort of that the bed provided he finally fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Bleh. R&R?