Hello again everyone! ^_^ I'm back (what a surprise) and with another ficcie in the works! This time it's another dangerously fluffy offering, featuring Ryou x Bakura! (Let's face it, it was only a matter of time, ne?)
This is an adapted version of a fic I wrote a few months back and decided would never see the light of day again. It's a light-hearted humour, with a bit of romance thrown in!
This is a Shounen-ai fic - no like, no read! *points to door* Simple, ne? Those of you who're still here... enjoy!!!
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It was another oppressively hot day in Domino City, and Bakura lay slouched on the sofa in the front room, tired, sweaty and bored out of his face. Even dancing naked in the garden hadn't provided the usual relief, instead just serving to make him hotter than ever. He couldn't even go and taunt Ryou about his new love, since he'd shut himself in his room. In fact, he'd been there for a few hours now.
Cursing the Ra-forsaken heat, Bakura peeled himself off the leather couch and slowly sat up, ignoring the headache that always comes when you spend too long lying down. It wasn't like a headache was an unfamiliar sensation to him, after all – he'd lost count of the amount of times he'd injured himself charging at the Pharaoh with a saucepan on top of his head.
'Why *has* Ryou been up there so long?' Bakura pondered, slowly making his way to the front room door. 'If he's got that Anzu girl up there with him…'
That thought alone was enough to make Bakura pick up his pace a little. He had nothing against Anzu per say… she just really didn't seem to be quite as interested in Ryou as he did in her. It was almost like she didn't actually care for him. And he was technically supposed to look after his hikari, however pathetic he may be.
Bakura made sure to make lots of noise as he climbed the stairs, giving the two a little advance warning of his arrival. The one thing he didn't want to see was Ryou and Anzu up to something! Coming to a stop by Ryou's room, Bakura rapped his knuckles against the wooden door, listening hard for any response from within. When none came, Bakura tried the handle and – much to his surprise – found the door was unlocked. Pushing it open, bracing himself for the worst, he walked in.
The sight that greeted him really wasn't what he'd expected. Ryou was sat on his bed alone, with his face buried in his pillows. When Bakura cleared his throat to announce his arrival, Ryou looked up, and Bakura was surprised to see that Ryou's eyes were red and his cheeks were blotchy and tear-stained. Bakura raised his eyebrows enquiringly, and Ryou's lower lip began to tremble. "She… she dumped me…" was all Ryou could manage before his face crumpled up, and he buried it in his pillows once more, fresh sobs racking his body.
At the very last moment, Bakura realised how inappropriate an audible sigh of relief would have been, and instead sat next to Ryou, feeling slightly awkward. He gently eased Ryou up from the pillow and, after a moment's hesitation, loosely draped an arm round his shoulders. "Want to talk about it?"
Ryou sniffled a little, then nodded slightly. He wiped a tear away from his eye, and turned to face Bakura. "Well… we were… were in Duh-Duh-Domino City park, a-and w-we were…" As Ryou began to remember it, his face crumpled again. Latching his arms round Bakura, Ryou buried his face in his yami's chest, seeking comfort and solace. This action caught Bakura completely off guard, and for a second or two he simply stared dumbly at his hikari, who was now in full-blown tears. Gradually it dawned on him that he was supposed to do *something*, and he slowly put his arms round Ryou, noticing a faint warm feeling as he did so. He put it down as pride that his hikari was turning to him in his moment of need, and pushed it to one side, instead focussing on more important matters – like how to stop his hikari's pathetic bawling.
Bakura gently rubbed Ryou's back and whispered encouragingly in his ear, until Ryou's tears had faded to sniffles again. "So come on… what happened?" Bakura didn't personally care, to be honest. He'd heard that talking often helped – and if it meant Ryou would stop making such a racket he was ready to go for it.
Ryou looked gratefully up at his yami, a small smile flicking across his face, before continuing his story. "Well… we were walking through the park, and I noticed Anzu seemed really distant, so I asked if anything was wrong." Ryou stared dolefully down at the floor for a moment, composing himself before continuing. "'Ryou, we need to talk' she replied."
Bakura rolled his eyes at this. "And we all know where that goes," he stated.
Ryou either didn't notice Bakura's comment or chose to ignore it. "Well, w-we sat down at a nearby bench, and she told me–"
Bakura cut him off. "Let me guess… sweet guy, really cute, not your fault, let's stay friends, yadda yadda yadda?" Ryou blinked at Bakura with tear-filled eyes in surprise. "How… how on earth did *you* know that?"
Bakura stared down at the floor, slightly confused. How had he known? He hadn't spoken to Anzu about it – obviously – and it wasn't like he'd ever had a girlfriend to dump him before… not that he'd ever tell ANYONE that. He guessed he'd just seen one too many of his hikari's soap operas.
"You know…" Ryou sighed. "I really thought she was special… that it would last. I even thought that she might be 'the one' for a little while. But… in all that time we went out…" Ryou's lower lip began to tremble again, and he again buried his face in Bakura's chest. It was only at that point that Bakura realised that, the whole time, the two boys hadn't let go of eachother. They had both just sat in eachother's arms. And he, the almighty tombrobber, hadn't protested – or even cared.
Ryou sniffled from Bakura's chest. "All that time… and we didn't even kiss…"
Bakura was so surprised by this statement that he nearly pulled out of the hug. Nearly. Instead, he stared at Ryou incredulously. "THAT'S what all the waterworks are about???"
Ryou fixed his teary gaze onto Bakura, his eyes as close to angry as they had ever gotten – which, Bakura noted, still wasn't very close. He took one arm from around Bakura's torso to wipe his eyes, and Bakura couldn't help but notice he put it back again. And, once again, the tombrobber didn't complain – instead, that warm feeling he'd felt earlier chose to reappear. "Bakura, I've NEVER been kissed! You hear that? Never! I'm always the cute, sweet helpful guy, never the guy the girls dream about! I'm good ol' Ryou, you can always talk to him 'cause he's never out on a date! I'm always the guy in the corner with the cute smile, never the stud out on the dancefloor!"
Bakura sat as Ryou kept babbling, his litany of self-pity falling on half-deaf ears. 'Gods,' Bakura thought, mentally rolling his eyes. 'Doesn't he ever shut up?'
In due course, Ryou ran out of metaphors, and instead settled for pouting and whining, "It's so unfair!" Eventually, Bakura reached his limit – there was only so much a short-tempered yami could take before they had enough. "Ryou," he growled. Ryou paused in his epic monologue of self-pity and looked up. "Hai?"
Bakura looked him dead in the eyes, a small snarl playing across his lips. "Shut up," he stated simply, before leaning forward and crushing his lips against Ryou's.
Bakura had only meant to kiss Ryou so that he couldn't complain about it any more. But, for some odd reason, he didn't want to break it. 'I can't like this!' Bakura thought furiously, pressing harder against Ryou as his only means of venting his annoyance. 'This is my hikari! He's weak! He's feeble! He's…" Bakura felt Ryou moan slightly, parting his lips as he did so, and suddenly realised his own tongue was making its way in to meet Ryou's. 'He's… such a good kisser…' Bakura's tongue attacked more fiercely as his frustration grew, eliciting a small groan of pleasure from the gentler of the two boys. 'NO! He can't be! He's my hikari!'
Through a massive force of willpower, Bakura was able to break himself away, panting slightly as he felt the tingling slowly leave his lips. He stared down at his lap, and noticed he had somehow moved closer to Ryou… or the other way around. He looked at the other boy, who was also staring at his own lap, apparently as shocked as Bakura was. Feeling his yami's gaze, Ryou slowly looked up to face him, a definite red shade tingeing his cheeks. As their eyes met, Ryou giggled nervously for half a second and turned a slightly deeper tone of crimson. Though he wasn't going to tell Bakura – gods knew what Bakura'd do if Ryou did tell him! – Ryou had actually somewhat enjoyed that kiss. The only thing that pulled him back was that it had only been out of pity – it hadn't been a real kiss, with the same feeling. Well… not on Bakura's part, at any rate. "Th… thankyou, Bakura," he managed to stammer, still half-stunned.
Bakura didn't reply, instead staring into Ryou's eyes. He could see Ryou wanted more – it was almost painfully obvious. For some reason, Bakura wanted more too. He could feel himself trembling slightly in anticipation, and decided to throw caution to the wind. Slipping a hand through Ryou's hair, pulling him closer, Bakura kissed Ryou again, more delicately than before. This time, it was a slow, lingering kiss, a kiss that *really* let him feel the tingling that ran so deliciously through him everywhere their skin touched, the tingling and shivers of excitement as he experienced Ryou's unique flavour once more. He gently traced the outline of Ryou's lips with his tongue, marvelling at their combined softness and strength, before his hikari readily parted the entrance to his mouth once more, his tongue coming out to invite Bakura's in. This time it was Bakura's turn to give a low moan as he explored Ryou's delicate cavern, the vibrations running through Ryou's body delightfully as he placed a gentle hand on his yami's cheek. Slowly, Bakura pulled away, just far enough that their lips were no longer touching, but that he could still feel the heat from Ryou's on his own. Bakura let out a slow, longing breath, earning a sigh from Ryou, before he pulled away completely.
"Bakura…" Ryou breathed softly, his eyes still slightly glazed as the euphoria slowly faded away.
Bakura simply grinned widely. "Now," he began, doing all he could to keep his hands to himself. "If you're quite done whining… there's a stack of dirty plates downstairs that needs washing."
Standing up, Bakura strode purposefully out of the room. Once round the door, he allowed himself a mischievous grin. 'And that could be an opportunity for fun if ever there was…'
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Sat on the bed, left breathless from his recent experience, Ryou slowly climbed to his feet, following Bakura out of the room. Why had Bakura kissed him again? He wasn't complaining, but… he was certainly confused. *Had* Bakura enjoyed that too?
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Well... that was originally intended to be a one-shot, but somehow I think that absolutely smacks of a need to be continued. What do you guys think?
*grins widely* Eeee... jus love that fluff!!! Please review and let me know if you think it needs more!
This is an adapted version of a fic I wrote a few months back and decided would never see the light of day again. It's a light-hearted humour, with a bit of romance thrown in!
This is a Shounen-ai fic - no like, no read! *points to door* Simple, ne? Those of you who're still here... enjoy!!!
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It was another oppressively hot day in Domino City, and Bakura lay slouched on the sofa in the front room, tired, sweaty and bored out of his face. Even dancing naked in the garden hadn't provided the usual relief, instead just serving to make him hotter than ever. He couldn't even go and taunt Ryou about his new love, since he'd shut himself in his room. In fact, he'd been there for a few hours now.
Cursing the Ra-forsaken heat, Bakura peeled himself off the leather couch and slowly sat up, ignoring the headache that always comes when you spend too long lying down. It wasn't like a headache was an unfamiliar sensation to him, after all – he'd lost count of the amount of times he'd injured himself charging at the Pharaoh with a saucepan on top of his head.
'Why *has* Ryou been up there so long?' Bakura pondered, slowly making his way to the front room door. 'If he's got that Anzu girl up there with him…'
That thought alone was enough to make Bakura pick up his pace a little. He had nothing against Anzu per say… she just really didn't seem to be quite as interested in Ryou as he did in her. It was almost like she didn't actually care for him. And he was technically supposed to look after his hikari, however pathetic he may be.
Bakura made sure to make lots of noise as he climbed the stairs, giving the two a little advance warning of his arrival. The one thing he didn't want to see was Ryou and Anzu up to something! Coming to a stop by Ryou's room, Bakura rapped his knuckles against the wooden door, listening hard for any response from within. When none came, Bakura tried the handle and – much to his surprise – found the door was unlocked. Pushing it open, bracing himself for the worst, he walked in.
The sight that greeted him really wasn't what he'd expected. Ryou was sat on his bed alone, with his face buried in his pillows. When Bakura cleared his throat to announce his arrival, Ryou looked up, and Bakura was surprised to see that Ryou's eyes were red and his cheeks were blotchy and tear-stained. Bakura raised his eyebrows enquiringly, and Ryou's lower lip began to tremble. "She… she dumped me…" was all Ryou could manage before his face crumpled up, and he buried it in his pillows once more, fresh sobs racking his body.
At the very last moment, Bakura realised how inappropriate an audible sigh of relief would have been, and instead sat next to Ryou, feeling slightly awkward. He gently eased Ryou up from the pillow and, after a moment's hesitation, loosely draped an arm round his shoulders. "Want to talk about it?"
Ryou sniffled a little, then nodded slightly. He wiped a tear away from his eye, and turned to face Bakura. "Well… we were… were in Duh-Duh-Domino City park, a-and w-we were…" As Ryou began to remember it, his face crumpled again. Latching his arms round Bakura, Ryou buried his face in his yami's chest, seeking comfort and solace. This action caught Bakura completely off guard, and for a second or two he simply stared dumbly at his hikari, who was now in full-blown tears. Gradually it dawned on him that he was supposed to do *something*, and he slowly put his arms round Ryou, noticing a faint warm feeling as he did so. He put it down as pride that his hikari was turning to him in his moment of need, and pushed it to one side, instead focussing on more important matters – like how to stop his hikari's pathetic bawling.
Bakura gently rubbed Ryou's back and whispered encouragingly in his ear, until Ryou's tears had faded to sniffles again. "So come on… what happened?" Bakura didn't personally care, to be honest. He'd heard that talking often helped – and if it meant Ryou would stop making such a racket he was ready to go for it.
Ryou looked gratefully up at his yami, a small smile flicking across his face, before continuing his story. "Well… we were walking through the park, and I noticed Anzu seemed really distant, so I asked if anything was wrong." Ryou stared dolefully down at the floor for a moment, composing himself before continuing. "'Ryou, we need to talk' she replied."
Bakura rolled his eyes at this. "And we all know where that goes," he stated.
Ryou either didn't notice Bakura's comment or chose to ignore it. "Well, w-we sat down at a nearby bench, and she told me–"
Bakura cut him off. "Let me guess… sweet guy, really cute, not your fault, let's stay friends, yadda yadda yadda?" Ryou blinked at Bakura with tear-filled eyes in surprise. "How… how on earth did *you* know that?"
Bakura stared down at the floor, slightly confused. How had he known? He hadn't spoken to Anzu about it – obviously – and it wasn't like he'd ever had a girlfriend to dump him before… not that he'd ever tell ANYONE that. He guessed he'd just seen one too many of his hikari's soap operas.
"You know…" Ryou sighed. "I really thought she was special… that it would last. I even thought that she might be 'the one' for a little while. But… in all that time we went out…" Ryou's lower lip began to tremble again, and he again buried his face in Bakura's chest. It was only at that point that Bakura realised that, the whole time, the two boys hadn't let go of eachother. They had both just sat in eachother's arms. And he, the almighty tombrobber, hadn't protested – or even cared.
Ryou sniffled from Bakura's chest. "All that time… and we didn't even kiss…"
Bakura was so surprised by this statement that he nearly pulled out of the hug. Nearly. Instead, he stared at Ryou incredulously. "THAT'S what all the waterworks are about???"
Ryou fixed his teary gaze onto Bakura, his eyes as close to angry as they had ever gotten – which, Bakura noted, still wasn't very close. He took one arm from around Bakura's torso to wipe his eyes, and Bakura couldn't help but notice he put it back again. And, once again, the tombrobber didn't complain – instead, that warm feeling he'd felt earlier chose to reappear. "Bakura, I've NEVER been kissed! You hear that? Never! I'm always the cute, sweet helpful guy, never the guy the girls dream about! I'm good ol' Ryou, you can always talk to him 'cause he's never out on a date! I'm always the guy in the corner with the cute smile, never the stud out on the dancefloor!"
Bakura sat as Ryou kept babbling, his litany of self-pity falling on half-deaf ears. 'Gods,' Bakura thought, mentally rolling his eyes. 'Doesn't he ever shut up?'
In due course, Ryou ran out of metaphors, and instead settled for pouting and whining, "It's so unfair!" Eventually, Bakura reached his limit – there was only so much a short-tempered yami could take before they had enough. "Ryou," he growled. Ryou paused in his epic monologue of self-pity and looked up. "Hai?"
Bakura looked him dead in the eyes, a small snarl playing across his lips. "Shut up," he stated simply, before leaning forward and crushing his lips against Ryou's.
Bakura had only meant to kiss Ryou so that he couldn't complain about it any more. But, for some odd reason, he didn't want to break it. 'I can't like this!' Bakura thought furiously, pressing harder against Ryou as his only means of venting his annoyance. 'This is my hikari! He's weak! He's feeble! He's…" Bakura felt Ryou moan slightly, parting his lips as he did so, and suddenly realised his own tongue was making its way in to meet Ryou's. 'He's… such a good kisser…' Bakura's tongue attacked more fiercely as his frustration grew, eliciting a small groan of pleasure from the gentler of the two boys. 'NO! He can't be! He's my hikari!'
Through a massive force of willpower, Bakura was able to break himself away, panting slightly as he felt the tingling slowly leave his lips. He stared down at his lap, and noticed he had somehow moved closer to Ryou… or the other way around. He looked at the other boy, who was also staring at his own lap, apparently as shocked as Bakura was. Feeling his yami's gaze, Ryou slowly looked up to face him, a definite red shade tingeing his cheeks. As their eyes met, Ryou giggled nervously for half a second and turned a slightly deeper tone of crimson. Though he wasn't going to tell Bakura – gods knew what Bakura'd do if Ryou did tell him! – Ryou had actually somewhat enjoyed that kiss. The only thing that pulled him back was that it had only been out of pity – it hadn't been a real kiss, with the same feeling. Well… not on Bakura's part, at any rate. "Th… thankyou, Bakura," he managed to stammer, still half-stunned.
Bakura didn't reply, instead staring into Ryou's eyes. He could see Ryou wanted more – it was almost painfully obvious. For some reason, Bakura wanted more too. He could feel himself trembling slightly in anticipation, and decided to throw caution to the wind. Slipping a hand through Ryou's hair, pulling him closer, Bakura kissed Ryou again, more delicately than before. This time, it was a slow, lingering kiss, a kiss that *really* let him feel the tingling that ran so deliciously through him everywhere their skin touched, the tingling and shivers of excitement as he experienced Ryou's unique flavour once more. He gently traced the outline of Ryou's lips with his tongue, marvelling at their combined softness and strength, before his hikari readily parted the entrance to his mouth once more, his tongue coming out to invite Bakura's in. This time it was Bakura's turn to give a low moan as he explored Ryou's delicate cavern, the vibrations running through Ryou's body delightfully as he placed a gentle hand on his yami's cheek. Slowly, Bakura pulled away, just far enough that their lips were no longer touching, but that he could still feel the heat from Ryou's on his own. Bakura let out a slow, longing breath, earning a sigh from Ryou, before he pulled away completely.
"Bakura…" Ryou breathed softly, his eyes still slightly glazed as the euphoria slowly faded away.
Bakura simply grinned widely. "Now," he began, doing all he could to keep his hands to himself. "If you're quite done whining… there's a stack of dirty plates downstairs that needs washing."
Standing up, Bakura strode purposefully out of the room. Once round the door, he allowed himself a mischievous grin. 'And that could be an opportunity for fun if ever there was…'
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Sat on the bed, left breathless from his recent experience, Ryou slowly climbed to his feet, following Bakura out of the room. Why had Bakura kissed him again? He wasn't complaining, but… he was certainly confused. *Had* Bakura enjoyed that too?
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Well... that was originally intended to be a one-shot, but somehow I think that absolutely smacks of a need to be continued. What do you guys think?
*grins widely* Eeee... jus love that fluff!!! Please review and let me know if you think it needs more!