(A/N:) *sweatdrop* Ehhh...I'm sorry this took so long...I've been busy with outside life and laziness. And writer's block. And stuff. Plus I wanted to write chapter 4 before posting this...

So yeah.

Warnings: Language, a bit of OOC-ness, sexual themes mentioned

"Crap!"

I look up from my bowl of cereal to see Bakura running out from his room, half naked in his boxers.

"Good morning," I say nonchalantly, looking back at the television screen. Lately I've been eating breakfast on the couch.

"Don't 'good morning' me—why didn't you wake me up?" Bakura went to the kitchen and quickly poured himself coffee that I had made. He hisses when a bit of the hot liquid spills onto his hand. "Fuck!"

"Careful, it's hot," I say, my eyes never leaving the television screen.

"Oh, really? Thanks so much for telling me!" he says with blatant sarcasm.

"You're welcome," I respond, still not looking at him.

I can feel Bakura glaring daggers at me. "Since when are you such a bitch...?" he mumbles, but it's still audible to my ears.

A small smile graces my lips. I've discovered a short while before today how unbelievably amusing it is to mess with Bakura.

I purely blame Akefia.

Bakura chugs the coffee down, so fast that it can't even burn his tongue. He rushes to his room to grab his clothes, and heads to the bathroom. His head pokes out of the hallway to glare at me. I look at him, then smile broadly as if nothing were wrong. He narrows his eyes and flips me off. The bathroom door shuts.

I simply laugh to myself while picking up my cell phone to text Akefia about this morning's antics.

Bakura comes home later that day, kicking his boots off and sighing.

"Welcome home," I say. I'm setting the table as Bakura looks at me and gives one of the most deathly glares I've seen.

After a moment of silence, Bakura walks over to me and says through his teeth, "You are so lucky the manager didn't notice I was late today."

I resist smiling. "Oh? You were late? That's a shame, Bakura, maybe you should learn to take responsibility and wake up earlier—"

"Oh, don't give me that bullsh—HOLY SHIT!" he screams. He's rather surprised by Akefia grabbing him abruptly from behind, out of nowhere. I start laughing, and Akefia does too.

Bakura blinks a few times before realizing what's going on, then narrows his eyes. "God damn you two."

Akefia grins and kisses the top of Bakura's head. "You know how much I love Mess with Bakura Day."

"That's everyday for you, and it appears you've taught my cousin it...Great...I'm so happy...," he mumbles sarcastically.

I chuckle. "Sorry 'Kura," I say, but I'm grinning. He glares at me for the umpteenth time.

"Eff you guys," he mumbles.

"That'd be awkward with Ryo in there, but I'd gladly comply," Akefia grins. Bakura hits his arms repeatedly until the tanned man lets him go.

"You're an idiot, and you suck."

Akefia simply grins and crashes his lips onto Bakura's. Bakura doesn't seem to react for a while, still angry with the other man. Eventually he does kiss back, and I simply roll my eyes. I've already gotten used to their...habits.

Akefia has joined us for dinner. I've made all of our favorites, because tomorrow we all start school.

Bakura has a steak on his plate, and he's cutting it and eating it as if there were no tomorrow. I blink at him.

"Bakura...ah, shouldn't you...eat that slower?" I say. Despite my words, I'm amazed at how fast he's eating.

He looks up from his plate. "Humph?" His mouth is full. I need to remember to teach him table manners later

"Slow down, big boy," Akefia chuckles, while I sigh. Akefia takes a bite of the filet mignon.

I'm the only one at the table not eating some sort of red meat. I take a bite of the broiled salmon, chew and swallow, then speak. "You'll get a stomachache later if you keep eating like that."

"And I'm pretty sure that'll keep you from sleeping, which will keep you from getting up early for school," Akefia grins, and playfully pinches Bakura's cheek. Bakura slaps his hand away.

"Stop treating me like that," he growls. His grimace turns into a smirk when he says, "And I'm pretty sure a stomachache won't be the one keeping me up all night..." I don't see it, but I know Bakura put his hand on Akefia's thigh just now. Bakura leans in closely towards his boyfriend.

Akefia smirks, and after a few seconds, says, "Nice try." Bakura frowns. "You're not the only one who needs to go to get some sleep, and you can bet your ass that I'm not the one who's going to keep you distracted from sleeping." Akefia smiles at Bakura's face, which is pouting. I chuckle a little and go back to eating.

"But you know how I hate sleeping early, even if I have to get up early," Bakura scowls.

"Then occupy yourself until you get tired," Akefia shrugs.

"How?"

"I don't know, jack off or something." They both turn their heads at me when I start coughing. I take a large drink of my water.

I cough a few times before talking. "...Ahem...Sorry. I choked on a bit of salmon."

They both snicker.

I finish up washing the dishes, and head to the living room. For once, Bakura and Akefia aren't sucking each other's faces off. I glance at the clock, and it's almost ten.

"I'm gonna go get ready for bed. 'Night, you two," I say, and give a small wave as I head for my room.

"'Night," they both say.

I grab my sweatpants and t-shirt from my room, then shut the door to the bathroom.

Akefia decided out of nowhere that we shouldn't show any "display of affection" while Ryo's in the room anymore. He decided this just a few minutes ago, actually.

"What's wrong with kissing in front of Ryo? It's not like he'll get jealous or anything," I mumble so Ryo won't hear from the kitchen.

"I'm not saying he'll get jealous," Akefia says in his native Arabic tongue. "I just think it makes him feel a bit uncomfortable."

"He told me he's gotten used to it," I shrug.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean he's completely comfortable."

I stare at him in disbelief. "...You're so weird." I turn to the TV and lay back on the couch. After a few seconds, I sigh and say, "Fine."

Instead of the usual thank-you kiss, he ruffles the hair on the top of my head. I simply roll my eyes.

I lean towards Akefia and start grinning. He turns to me after a few seconds.

"...What?" he says in English.

My grin grows wider as I give him a small kiss on the lips. "Now?"

Akefia stares at me, his expression not changing. I frown. "What's wrong?"

Akefia continues to stare at me, then sighs, "Nothing, I...I should get going."

"Wha—?" Before I can say anything else, he gets up and starts heading to the door. I get up and follow him, grabbing his arm and stopping him. "Akefia, what is it?

"Nothing, I...Bakura, we both need our sleep, I need to get going." He tries to get closer to the door, but I don't let go of his arm.

"No, there's something wrong. Tell me what it is right now, or I'm not letting you leave." I squeeze his arm, indicating that I was serious. Alright, so I admit Akefia is bigger and stronger and not to mention that he tops, but I know that he knows that I don't screw around in situations like this.

Akefia sighs and turns to me. I open my mouth to demand an explanation for why he's acting so weird, but I'm silenced by his lips coming down on mine. I make a tiny whine at the sudden action.

God damn, I hate being vulnerable, and Akefia knows that. But when he's the one making me that way...it's different.

I gasp for air, welcoming his tongue to explore my mouth. I finally force myself to pull away, and Akefia hesitantly complies. He rests his forehead on mine, breathing heavily.

I stare intently into the eyes in front of me, and finally say, "...Tell me what's wrong."

Akefia sighs and shakes his head slightly. "It's nothing, I...I'm just anxious."

"About?" I raise an eyebrow.

He straightens up, and says, "Graduating this coming year, that's all..."

I roll my eyes. "That's all? Just a few weeks ago you were telling me it wasn't a big deal."

"Yeah, but...I'm just having trouble with figuring out what I'm doing afterward," he shrugs. "You know my dad. He has high expectations for me."

"Well I've only met him once, so I don't know," I smirk playfully. I bring him back forward by his shirt and kiss him for a few seconds. After I pull away, I say, "You'll be fine."

He gives a small smile, and I smile reassuringly back. I admit, Akefia is the only person I have a soft spot for...Well, other than Ryo. Sort of. I have more of a semi-soft spot for him. But hey, we're related—no big deal.

I trace a line from Akefia's collarbone to the top of his pants. "So...are you sure you can't stay?" I make a small, wry grin.

Akefia's expression becomes disapproving. "Bakura, what did I tell you at dinner?"

"I assumed it was just for show," I shrug, playing with his belt buckle.

"Well, I was serious," he says, and puts a hand on my wrist. I frown, and don't say anything as my gaze shifts down to Akefia's shoes. There's a long silence.

I start my third year of college, while Akefia's starting his last. I admit the slight age difference scared me at first, which seems stupid when you look at it. It's only a year difference. But considering Akefia would be graduating before me, it made me a bit anxious. He said himself that he's not sure where he's going or what he's doing afterward...However, that doesn't eliminate the possibility of him leaving me.

I break the silence, "I really hate my school."

Akefia seems a bit surprised by the random statement. "Then transfer," he says candidly, staring at the top of my head.

"I tried. But they won't let me."

"How come?"

"My grades aren't good enough and it's a little late to."

"...Ah."

More silence. Akefia strokes my hair.

"...Everyone there is a douche bag. I can't stand it," I mumble.

"I've heard you complain about them before," Akefia nods, still stroking my hair.

"Every teacher and professor hates me, even before they've heard anything about me."

"Mm."

"...I hate it."

"I know."

Silence. I look up at Akefia. "Can you at least stay until—"

"Bakura."

"Akefia, please," I get desperate. "Just do this for me. Just stay with me until I fall asleep," I pull him closer. "We don't even have to have sex. Just stay with me," I clutch tightly at his shirt, as if it's a lifeline. "Please." I don't want to think about that hellhole of a school while I'm trying to sleep...

Akefia stares at me and looks like he's about to say something. He's interrupted by the bathroom door opening. In the corner of my eye, I see Ryo walking out and towards his room, paying no heed to us. His door shuts, indicating he was done for the night. Akefia finally says, "You know, I hate seeing you like this—all clingy and stuff."

"I know," I say a bit hastily. "So will you stay?" I stare at him, my eyes not pleading or desperate—just patient, waiting for his answer.

Akefia stares back. "...Alright, I'll stay." Out of pure reflex, I throw my arms around him. "But just until you fall asleep. I won't be there in the morning."

"I know," I say, muffled by his shirt. Thank you...

"Bakuraaaa, wake up," I coax the sleeping man. Bakura grunts and gets farther under the covers. I shake him a little more aggressively.

"Bakura, you're going to be late for class if you don't get up," I say. Bakura grumbles something unintelligible.

I sigh and say expressionlessly, "Bakura, Akefia snuck into my room last night and we had hot, steamy sex together."

"Was it good?" he mumbles under the covers.

I let out an exasperated sigh, "You're hilarious." Well, so much for that idea.

Bakura slowly sits up and pushes his covers aside, scratching his head. He turns to me wearily, "Are you sure you're not gay? Because that one sentence just made me question a lot of things."

I roll my eyes and start leaving the room. "Breakfast is ready for you on the table," I say.

"Stop ignoring my question," Bakura yells out to me as I exit. I know he has a devious smirk on his face.

I'm washing my dishes as Bakura steps in and heads to the dining table. I had set out bacon, sausage, pancakes, and eggs for him. He looks distastefully at the eggs, then proceeds to chow down on the meat first.

"The university is a little farther than I thought, so I'll be leaving in a little bit so that I can get there before my first class and explore the campus first," I say to Bakura. He makes a noise indicating he heard me, and swallows the food that was in his mouth.

"Didn't you visit the campus before?" Bakura cocks an eyebrow.

"Well, sort of," I shrug. "Dad took me there when I was still a sophomore, so I don't remember a lot. I took that online tour thing a while ago too."

"Did you print out the campus map?" he says.

"Yeah, why?" I look over at him.

"If I were you, I'd get Akefia to give you a tour. Or at least have some way of letting everyone around you that you know him." He stuffs piece of a pancake in his mouth.

I make a puzzled expression. "What, letting everyone know I'm friends with a senior will help?" I joke.

"Yes. Socially," he says explicitly, then goes back to eating.

"I don't need help making friends," I mumble as I finish up cleaning the last of the dishes.

Bakura chuckles and I flick the back of his head before going to my room to get my things.

"See ya," I say, grabbing my keys off the counter and leaving.

"Bye," Bakura says with his mouth full. I shut the door behind me and head to the elevators.

(A/N:) Ehhhhh, stupid chapter...sorry. Not very eventful.

So, Bakura was pretty much OOC with Akefia in the last couple moments with him, but there's a reason. Like Bakura says, he has a soft spot for Akefia (and a semi-soft one for Ryo, but that's beside the current point). Since Bakura's been with Akefia for more than a year, he's somewhat comfortable showing vulnerability to him - as much as he hates it. So...at least it's not OOC-ness without a cause. Don't kill me! *hides*

Anyway, I hope you were at least a little amused this chapter...? :) Onward to the next!

Reviews motivate me, really, they do!