Diceshipping (Otogi Ryuji/Yami no Bakura)

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"Want to bet on it?"

Otogi wasn't sure what to think about Bakura sometimes. Most of the time, he was that sorta creepy, occult kid with an obsession for DnD and who looked like he hadn't slept in months. Otogi usually just wished really badly that he could brush the kid's hair and teach how to use makeup to hide the bags under his eyes.

Sometimes, though...sometimes the eyes got a little sharper, and the grin a little darker. Sometimes, Otogi felt a chill down his spine when he saw the man glance in his direction.

Now, he was the only one still awake at the group party, and Bakura was leaning his elbows on the table and his chin in his hands and smiling at him from across the coffee table. Otogi glanced quickly at the rest of the room, but it was a no go. Yugi was passed out on the couch, Anzu had gone upstairs hours ago, and Jonouchi and Honda had both crashed on the floor beside the table. What had possessed them to bring actual alcohol to the party—not that it hadn't been hilarious to see a drunk Yugi. And not that Otogi didn't have a certain feeling of pride about being the only one still on his feet.

"What?" he finally said in response to Bakura's questions, after it became clear he couldn't pretend he hadn't heard.

Bakura shifted his head to one hand, and picked up one of the eight sided dice from the table, rolling it between his fingers.

"A dice game," he said. "That's your thing, right? I'm pretty good at them. Want to bet on something?"

"What do you want to bet on?" Otogi said. "I didn't bring any cash."

"Mmm...favors? We could bet on favors."

That sounded like a bad idea, but Otogi had just enough alcohol in him to consider it. He couldn't think of any favors he'd ask of Bakura—except maybe the 'please let me give your tired face a makeover.' But what the hell, he was drunk, and he was tired, and he was damn good at dice games.

He picked up a die of his own.

"You'll be sorry you challenged me," he said with a fierce grin.

Bakura's smile was slow, cold, and somewhat poisonous. Even a tipsy Otogi felt...cornered by it.

"I'm sure I will," he said quietly. "I'm sure I will."

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A/N: I doooon't fuckingggg knoowww. Next is Devotionshipping (Anzu x Jonouchi).