Warnings: swearing, nudity, bakura being an idiot, and um a bath.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. not Yu-gi-oh. I don't own it. get it got it good.
Chapter three, Bath time
Making his way back to the house, he grumbles about what a waste of time it all was. Well, he did get to punch Yami, so it wasn't all that bad. After knocking on the door and waiting, he comes to the conclusion that Ryou has gone out or something.
He unlocks the door and closes it softly behind him. He goes into the kitchen and puts the milk away, realizing he wanted a black coffee anyway, so the journey was after all, completely pointless. Taking a sip of his coffee, he walks into the living room and lies down on the sofa. Shutting his eyes, he thinks of Ryou. A very scantily clad Ryou. A very sexy Ryou with nothing on, apart from a black thong. Bakura fails to realize he has begun to drool. Suddenly these thoughts are disturbed by Yami. The two teens begin to kiss, which in turn becomes more heated and Bakura is grudgingly forced to abandon the dream.
Then Bakura notices something; a quiet noise, softer than the flap of a dove's wing, coming from upstairs. Placing his mug of coffee onto the table, he follows the noise upstairs. As he nears it, he realizes it is not just a noise, but it is angelic, breath-taking singing. The words mean nothing to Bakura, as he nears the song's source, the bathroom. He smells the air, lavender. The door is ajar, and a soft glowing light spills out onto the dark hallway. Stepping just as silently as before, he crosses to the other side of the door so that he can see in.
Although he knows the only person it could be; his heart still jumps as he sees his hikari. Ryou is lying in the water, his eyes closed, surrounded by candles. His hair is plastered to his face, but the English boy doesn't seem to care. His soft voice escaping from his mouth begins to drive Bakura crazy with want. Bakura's hand begins to twitch again. The ex-tomb robber tries to look away, to forget everything he's just seen, but his eyes are glued on the figure in the bath.
Against his will, his hand slowly pushes the door further open. Luckily, no sound is made. He pads across to the toilet and eases himself down onto it. His hikari doesn't notice. Bakura's rationality screams for him to get up and leave, but his desire shouts louder. After a few minutes Bakura has to grab his other hand, because it keeps trying to stroke the singing boy's hair. He keeps his eyes fixed on the shorter teen's calm face, in case his lust clouded mindset takes over if he sees anything else.
"You know, you have a really nice voice, you should try out for a choir or something," Bakura says casually, slapping himself mentally for blowing his cover. The harmonic song halts mid word. The shorter teen gasps and begins to get out the bath, but to which he thinks better and sinks back in, and gathers the bubbles in the water around himself. Bakura's eyes widen in shock, what in the name of Ra was he thinking?!
"Kura! What on earth are you doing?!" The shorter one cries; to which the flustered teen replies, "I don't know! I really should go!" In his embarrassed state Bakura forgets the door, which he closed before, and runs straight into it. In a daze, the ring spirit stumbles backwards, also forgetting about the bath. His knees hit the edge and he tumbles in, landing in the bathing teen's lap, hitting his head on the wall. Grabbing his throbbing skull, he groans loudly.
After the pain has somewhat subsided, Bakura realizes where he is. In a bath with Ryou. In a bath with a very naked Ryou. In a bath with a very naked Ryou with no form of protection from Bakura's corrupt mind. Bakura jumps out of the bath, shouting his apologies at a very embarrassed Ryou. The English boy just nods. Blushing profusely, Bakura wrenches open the door, almost breaking the hinges, and storms down the hall, leaving a trail of water behind him.
He slams the door shut and busies himself getting changed out of his soaking clothes. He hears Ryou hurry to his own room moments later. Groaning, the white haired teen smacks himself on the forehead for being such a complete idiot. For another couple of hours Bakura entertains himself with the Sims 2, making all of his family's lives hell. Bakura checks the time, it's already three-ish. Yawning, Bakura stretches out on his bed, falling into a sleep so light, it couldn't possibly be called sleep, more of a daze with out cause. During his snooze, Bakura turns on the radio, paying little attention; he just likes the background noise. After about an hour the news and weather comes on. "… more storms expected tonight, especially in the Domino area, better stay indoors. Tomorrow, scattered showers…" Bakura loses interest, instead concentrating on the spider on the ceiling above, continuing in his stupor.
After a couple of hours or so, Bakura walks over to his hikari's room, knocking on the door gently. Hearing no reply he pushes the door open, spilling light into the dark room. Heavy curtains are pulled over the window, blocking out most of the light from the early setting sun. A sleeping form is lying on the bed; it's Ryou. He's on top of the sheets, the damp towel strewn across his middle, blocking off the sight that Bakura wants to see. The ex-tomb robber takes a tentative step forward. He takes a few more so that he standing next to his light's bed. He watches the smaller teen's chest rise and fall steadily. His arm stretches out, his fingers delicately stroking the other boy's pale cheek. He runs his fingers through Ryou's still damp snowy tresses. The teen on the bed, shifts slightly in his sleep, a frown creasing his smooth face. It quickly disappears as Bakura caresses Ryou's cheek. The ring spirit leans closer, so close he can feel his light's shallow breath across his face. The smaller boy's mouth hangs open now, his tongue barely visible.
For the third time that day, Bakura's hand twitches, he longs to kiss that flesh. Ryou licks his lips, mumbling, "Kura, is that you?" The aforementioned teen jerks back, his breathing and his heartbeats quickening. "NoooOoOooo. ThiS is alL a DreAm" he says, trying to sound unlike himself, although he ends up sounding like a boy whose voice is breaking. He silently curses his lack of creativity when Ryou groans, "No it's not. I'm awake Kura." Ryou pauses to prop himself up on his elbow, his eyes still closed. "Why are you in my room?" No reply. The teen in bed opens his eyes. His yami isn't there. Only the open door is visible. Maybe it was a dream then, he thinks. Little does he know, his dark is actually hiding at the foot of his bed. Ryou gets up, letting the towel slip off of him, the fabric crumpling on the floor. All Bakura can do to stop himself doing anything he will regret is to slam his head into the wall beside him, so hard he knocks himself out. Which is exactly what he does. Hearing the noise, the naked teen whirls round to see his yami fall to the floor from behind his bed, unconscious. The first thing that runs though the younger boy's mind is of what his yami saw. Second, it was to get his yami onto the bed. That done, Ryou gets dressed. "So he was here all along! That pervert!" he mutters furiously, glaring at the unconscious teen on his bed. Whispering, "Baka," he exits the room, jogging down the stairs to have a snack.