Nina- I know I should be writing Damn Bakura, I really should, but this wouldn't leave me alone. And since it begged so much to be written, I wrote. (the next chapter of DB is coming out soon I promise!)

"I didn't know you were here, Bakura." Yugi said, announcing his presence to the tomb robber.

Bakura glanced at the smallest light, but did not offer any other form of acknowledgement. Yugi had invaded his territory, after all. There was no reason for him to pretend to be polite.

Yugi wasn't surprised by Bakura's coldness. He had expected it. "May I sit here?" He asked softly. Not bothering to wait for a reply, he plopped down on the soft grass next to Bakura. It was a lot more comfortable than he thought it would be. Relaxing too. He felt himself dozing off but was too relaxed to do anything about it. He felt his body fall lightly to the side so it could relax against the first support it could find.

"What the hell are you doing?" Bakura snapped.

Yugi awoke from his daze instantly. "Sorry!" He squeaked, scooting away. He yawned and wrinkled his nose. There was a… familiar smell coming off Bakura. Giving Bakura a quick once over, he tried to place the scent. 'Of course' he realized with a start when he saw Bakura's left hand. Or rather what was in Bakura's left hand.

"You smell like cigarettes." Yugi frowned. His father used to smoke. The smell used to make him cough and gag until he got used to it. Apparently, he was still used to it. It was the only excuse he had as to why he did not recognize it immediately.

"You smell like that friendship nut's perfume." Bakura replied, nonchalant.

"I've always hated cigarette smoke." Yugi commented when Bakura inhaled the smoke and flicked the useless ash on the ground.

"I know." Bakura replied. Still, he extinguished the lit cigarette against the tree behind him.

Yugi smiled in reply. He didn't wonder how Bakura knew when he never told anyone that cigarette smoke irked him. It would lead to more questions than answers. His head was already heavy and everything felt… fuzzy. His body was crashing. Sighing, Yugi grabbed one of the hard candies he kept in his pocket. He unwrapped it with hands that were slightly shaky, and popped the sweet treat in his mouth. He felt the processed sugar flow into his bloodstream giving him the pick-me-up he needed. And had slowly become addicted to.

Yugi sucked on the candy in peace, immediately replacing it with another when he sucked it down to nothing. He'd prefer a soft, moist three layer cake with a thick coating of rich velvet chocolate icing… but he didn't have any cake with him and the candy brought the sugar rush about faster.

"Throw that shit away." Bakura ordered suddenly.

"What?" Yugi asked, confused.

"That artifical sugar shit. It smells horrid."

It was more of an explanation than Yugi had expected, even if Yugi didn't quite understand it. The candy smelled like artificial cherry flavoring and sugar. Just like any other cherry candy. How could that be bad? Still, he obliged and swallowed the treat.

Silence passed. It was a warm, comforting silence. Yugi was surprised by how non-hostile it really was. He usually avoided the spirit as he had tried (more than once) to kill him and his friends. Bakura's reputation and Yami's dark warnings hadn't helped to inspire the need to get closer to the other Egyptian spirit either. But this… sitting in silence with Bakura, both of them lost in their own thoughts, was nice.

It was Bakura who broke the peaceful silence. "Why are you here?" He demanded.

Yugi glanced over at him, and found himself transfixed when their eyes met. There was something dark and predatory in that look. He felt a healthy amount of fear squashing the peaceful feeling of five minutes before. He had no clue what Bakura was planning to do to him. And not knowing made him apprehensive. Despite this, he couldn't help but feel a small amount of genuine pleasure as well. That emotion made him nearly as afraid as Bakura did, with that evil smirk, the wild hair creating dark shadows across his face, and those intense eyes.

"Well?" Bakura drawled slowly, leaning closer. He reminded Yugi of a cat. One that was slowly toying with its favorite mouse after it enjoyed a large bowl of its favorite cream.

Yugi's heartbeat picked up, as did his breathing. "I…" He started, face flushing with embarrassment. He looked down at the fresh green grass, not able to meet Bakura's eyes any longer. "I just didn't want to be in the way." Once his confession started, he couldn't stop himself, tears welling in his large violet eyes. "Yami's always with Kaiba-kun and Jounouchi-kun has stuck himself like glue to Mai-san. Talking to Ryou is like talking to a brick wall when he's around Marik, which is all the time, and I feel like a voyeur whenever I'm in the same room as Malik and Otogi." Yugi's rant had grown louder and more furious, the words infused with his sadness as he angrily wiped the tears trailing down his cheek away. "It's like everything they do is a big group date and I just don't belong! I'm so tired of being alone." …Only to crash at the end with desolate, hopeless whispers. He no longer bothered to wipe away the tears as they trailed down his cheek, down his chin to land on his chest with a cold splat.

Bakura made no attempts to comfort the crying light. No, Yugi wasn't crying. Crying implies noise. It was an expression used to describe shallower emotions. Yugi was not crying, he was silently weeping. He did not push the other away either. In fact, he came even closer. "So you searched for me? Foolish little light." Bakura laughed darkly, wiping away the tears as he straddled Yugi's waist.

Yugi's fear had not abated, though he did have a good hint at what Bakura wanted. Bakura was simply too close. Yugi felt himself began to tremble as he nodded in agreement. What he had done, and was doing was foolish. What else could it be called –actively seeking someone he was sure would kill him if Bakura saw the advantage of it? What else could it be called- sticking around even now that he was terrified of Bakura? What else could it be that the cruel tendril of pleasure was spreading, excited by the fear crawling deliciously down his spine?

"What do you wish for, little hikari?" Bakura's smirk widened as he lightly caressed Yugi's face. No matter what Yugi desired, it would be Bakura who got what he wanted.

"Why?" Yugi asked doubtfully. Why would Bakura want to know? Then again perhaps there was some sort of advantage he could gain from it that Yugi wasn't seeing. No one else seemed to be interested in what he wanted. Or rather, they were interested, but too distracted to pay much attention.

"I do owe you, little light." Bakura stated.

Yugi did recall hearing from Ryou once that Bakura paid his debts in 'wishes'. It was a subject mentioned long ago and was quickly dropped, as it still made Ryou uncomfortable. But what on earth could Bakura owe him for? Yugi's rising confusion helped dim his fear, although it was still there, along with the pleasure lurking under the surface. None of their interactions had done Bakura any good, so it wasn't like Yugi had saved Bakura's life or any- actually he had. Yugi realized with a start.

It was when they first completed the ritual and Yami, Marik, and Bakura received their own bodies. As the righteous hero, Yami had wanted to kill the evils known as Marik and Bakura. Both Ryou and Malik vied for Marik. He was a creation of Malik's hate, and now that Malik had learned to forgive, Marik should be much less evil. 'He's changed!' they had cried to Yami. It worked for Marik, but there was no one to help Bakura. Not even Ryou.

To be fair, Bakura didn't claim to have changed. He had simply responded with a 'Only if you wish to see an early grave Pharoah," when Yami threatened to kill him. The stiletto he began casually flipping didn't help his case either. Yami was about to make good on his threat when Yugi protested. 'Bakura's never been given a second chance Yami. Besides, its not like he didn't have a good reason. If I went through that I'd probably want your head too.' He explained calmly. He was absolutely insistent that if Yami was to give Marik a second chance, he would give Bakura one as well. It took hours of debate and a week of ignoring the spirit, but Yami eventually agreed. 'I owe you little light. I would be a waste to dirty my favorite dagger with his dirty blood.' Bakura had whispered in his ear.

"So you do." Yugi said aloud in realization. "I had forgotten. In all honesty, I never expected you to pay me back." He admitted.

Bakura's eyes blazed with fury as he growled in anger. "I honor my debts. I'm a thief, not a monster."

Yugi realized his mistake too late. Bakura was already mad and it was making the fear pick up again. Bakura had yet to hurt him, but the mere sight of his rage was terrifying enough. It was even worse because Bakura was right on top of him. "N-no. It's not like that!" Yugi protested, trying to fix the situation he had unknowingly gotten himself into. "I just," He hesitated, not wanting to say it aloud. "I just never thought I'd need it." But he did. He needed it desperately. Resolution filled his heart. If the other's didn't like what he was foolishly about to do, screw 'em. It was their fault anyway. "I wish I didn't feel so alone." His voice was even, with a bare hint of a tremble as he finally said those words. It wasn't like is friends meant to leave him so alone, it just happened. He understood that. It still didn't stop that desire. "Even if its just for an hour, I don't want to feel this loneliness anymore, Bakura."

"I can do that." Bakura agreed and kissed Yugi. It was a harsh, uncaring kiss. Almost cold, if not for the fact that Bakura was always so warm. Bakura demanded entrance to Yugi's mouth, entrance he freely gave. Bakura tasted of ashtray mostly, but there was another, spicy sweet taste under the cigarette taste. Yugi tried to focus on that barely there taste rather than the ashtray taste. It made the kiss more enjoyable. He tried to fight back, to dominate the kiss, but he lost rather spectacularly. He hadn't really expected a win, but he had to try. No many people could dominate Bakura in any fashion. He moaned into the kiss when he felt Bakura roughly tweak a nipple. When the hell had Bakura unbuttoned his shirt?

Bakura needed to stop right now. They couldn't do this here, in the middle of an open park at 2 in the afternoon on a Saturday! He was about to pull away when he felt Bakura let him go. Both were panting, but Bakura hid it better. A light breeze gently played with Bakura's hair. And reminded Yugi of his half clothed state. He unwrapped his arms from around Bakura's neck (which he honestly didn't remember when he put them there), to fix his clothes. "Wai-" he started as he adjusted his clothing.

"How about we go somewhere more… suitable?" Bakura suggested before Yugi could finish.

"You read my mind." Yugi responded.

Nina-…this was supposed to be a oneshot but it demanded me to stop here and label the continuation as another chapter. So I believe it will be a twoshot. I believe. PLEASE REVIEW!!! I WANNA KNOW WHAT YOU THINK (it inspires me)