Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ You Already Have a Valentine ❯ Night... ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Ryou gazed at the ceiling. Now that he thought about it, neither the fact that Bakura was gay nor the fact that he was seeing someone was particularly surprising. As upset as it made him, Ryou knew that Bakura was not particularly loyal and this boy would not stay his beau long. It wasn't that he minded, but that meant if Ryou could get Bakura interested their relationship wouldn't last long either. Still, better some than none, and one never knows what could happen...

Ryou woke what felt like moments later, restless. As he lay there amid the darkness and dust motes, a suspicion niggled at his brain. Through the earlier fog of self-pity, he hadn't realized, but now it shined obvious as day. With the realization that Bakura did care, at least a little, came poking a hesitant idea. Why not find out? Why sit and wait until he does something, if he ever would? I could do something that would let me know with out him ever getting a clue. Thank god, we live together.

With a smirk worthy of Bakura plastered firmly on his face, he plotted the remaining details. There was only one dilemma. Should he make Bakura come to him, or should he go to Bakura? Despite wanting to know how much the man cared, he wanted to be in Bakura's room. Chances were that the yami guarded himself less on his own turf.

With the last smudge erased, Ryou let an innocent, frightened look that befitted him well shape his face. Then, with a whimper, which would sound like fright to an inexperienced listener but actually indicated anticipation, he set off to uncover the deciding truth.

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If you're sleeping, are you dreaming?

If you're dreaming, are you dreaming of me?

I can't believe you actually kissed me.

Bakura didn't generally go for songs as gushy as this, but the idea of Ryou lying on the bed dreaming—naked, of course—was beyond erotic. He would be dreaming all sorts of hentai things, of course. As Bakura envisioned Ryou, a clawed hand snaked down across a taught stomach to caress his member. This song was actually quite sweet, and in a nice way.

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Ryou heard Bakura moaning and knew exactly what he would find when he opened the door, but despite a quick flash of guilt, he decided to play the innocent. After all, the only reason he knew what to expect was that this had happened before. On the previous occasion, however, Ryou had assumed his yami wounded and rushed in to find the surprise of his life. That is not a mistake you repeat twice— unless you are either very stupid, very innocent, or have ulterior motives.

With an innocent look that was not entirely faked, he tentatively pushed the door open, stepping inside. “Baku—oh.” Ryou blushed crimson, for real. His object of affection—and a few not so pure thoughts—sprawled on the twin-sized bed, chest bare, and hand shoved inside unzipped khakis. Nice.

Little pinpricks of tears at his eyes, Ryou cried out, “I'm so sorry Bakura. Gomen nasai! I just...”

Being the kind, loving person he was, Bakura removed his hand from his member and re-zipped the fly. “What is it Ryou?”

“I...I had a nightmare and...Could I sleep with you?” Bakura blanched. “Gomen, I'll just sleep by myself. I needn't inconvenience you further.”

Light up; light up, as if you have a choice.

Even if you cannot hear my voice,

I'll be right beside you, dear.

Ryou looked curiously at the radio, tuned to some American rock station, apparently unaware of Bakura's raging thoughts.

Of course I want to sleep with you, you idjit. That was never the problem. The problem is what I want to do, and the fact that I do not want to hurt you. But...how can I say no? I can't, not to those molten chocolate eyes, not to those plush lips.

“You can stay.”

Ryou, covered with an overlarge Gackt T-shirt and plane white briefs, climbed in beside Bakura and wrapped affectionate arms about his Yami. “Thank you Bakura” was whispered wetly against the man's upper chest.

Typical. We're in the most perfect position possible and I won't make use of it. This little tenshiis right beside me, and I can't do anything because I don't want to hurt him. This is pathetic. Bakura groaned and hooked an arm around Ryou, clicking off the radio with a remote as a nasal DJ began to laud his radio show. A quick snap dis-illumined the room as the sound-sensitive black lamp in the corner shut off.

All right, what is the most aggravating thing I could do?

Ryou curled further into Bakura, letting a foot intentionally but not obviously fall across Bakura's lap and between his legs. “Do you have to cuddle so much?” Bakura grumbled. In response, Ryou merely wrapped his arms more firmly about Bakura's sexy stomach and buried his face in bare skin, inhaling the warmth.

So far so good. He hasn't pushed me away, which means he doesn't want to hurt my feelings, but he is definitely uncomfortable, and it's definitely because of me. Mm, I almost wish he would just do what I know he wants to.

Thank Ra,he likes me and wants me. Could I have borne it otherwise?

With these thoughts, Ryou drifted into slumber, a satisfied smile still buried in Bakura's chest. Bakura grumbled, glaring at the innocent foot that caressed his arousal. This would be a long night.

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I know, I know it's short. Live with it. The next chappie should be up soon...except that my Inuyasha DVDs arrived and I bet you know what that's like. I'm working on my other stories slowly but surely. I've just been working with a lot of `firsts' recently, most of which aren't posted anywhere because they need a lot of work, so it's taking time. Reviews encourage me. Yeah.

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>.< Okay, see you next time in my valentine ficcy to see just what happens in the morning... ^_^

Love you minna-san

~Mala