Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ You Already Have a Valentine ❯ Developments ( Chapter 6 )

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

Bakura tapped lazily at the table as he skimmed the passage in front of him. He was by no means an avid reader like Ryou, but useful things could be learned by reading. Currently he leafed through the overwhelming possibilities for places to eat tonight. He wanted something quaint and intimate with good food, but not overpriced or overcrowded...Bakura was not having much luck. After highlighting the information on a few options, he decided to phone Mai. She had good taste. Releasing an irritated sigh at the vagueness of the yellow pages and newspaper, he dialed the blonde's cell number. Two and a half rings later, she answered in her sophisticated yet perpetually sarcastic tone, “Mai Valentine speaking. Who's calling?” She sounded a little like the phone had interrupted something it shouldn't have.

“Hey Mai. It's Bakura.”

“Oh, hey. You know, Yami's still worrying about your behavior at Ryou's party tonight. Don't give him any reason to, okay?”

“Yeah sure. Best behavior.” Bakura rolled his eyes, and then added, “You can tell him I'd never do anything to hurt my little brother, ever.” Bakura grimaced at calling Ryou a brother when he would much rather call him lover, but he knew how to be tactful.

“So what was it you called for?”

“I'm taking Ryou out for dinner before the party and can't find a good place to eat. I figured you'd know of somewhere nice.”

“Are you thinking fast-food or romantic?”

Bakura leaned back in the chair, listening for the sound of the shower. Ryou took a lot of showers. “Well, something fun, but not fast-food - intimate, nice, good service. Romantic, I guess. Did you have a place in mind?” The shower had stopped. Ryou would be down soon. Bakura let himself imagine the water gliding down Ryou's sleek body for a moment, then shook off the image. Mai was speaking again.

“Do you know the diner on 15th Boulevard across from The Secondhand Rose? It's cute and out of the way, nothing elaborate, but there's good food and good service. It's called - something French - oh, Qué Sera Sera. Have you heard that saying? `Whatever will be will be.' Queer name for a restaurant. Is that the type of thing you wanted?”

“Perfect. Can you give me directions?” Bakura nibbled his tongue, concentrating on jotting the way. After he'd hung up with Mai, he sketched the directions based on what he knew about that part of town and stuffed both his impromptu map and the directions in his right pocket. When Ryou trouped down the stairs five minutes later, they were ready to depart.

Ryou looked...stunning. His hair was mussed and with a few damp ends from the shower, falling to brush against his shoulders. The violet T he wore fit him snugly, ending at his belly button, baring a good half inch of skin. The black jeans were tight, too. Bakura's eyes moved to the pursed lips he longed to kiss. Lip-gloss? No, Ryou wouldn't. Then Bakura noticed the bondage bracelet.

“You're wearing that to dinner?” Bakura inquired testily with a raised eyebrow.

Knowing exactly what Bakura meant, Ryou regarded the black cuff adorned with a metal ring you could slide a chain through. “Yes,” came the simple answer. Ryou's tone implied that Bakura was foolish to ask.

When the ex-spirit still looked a bit peeved, Ryou bit his lip and sighed. Then he turned and wrapped his arms around Bakura's neck, bringing his lips all too close to Bakura's own. Lacing the fingers of his left hand into the white locks affectionately, but giving a warning tug, Ryou murmured, “Do you mind?”

“N-no.” All this passed in a matter of seconds, and Bakura was still seeing those pink lips and molten, half-lidded orbs when Ryou released him and spun away.

“I didn't think so!” called Ryou as he danced out the door.

Said door slammed rather sharply as Bakura exited the house to follow.

***

Qué Sera Sera was indeed intimate, illumined only by candles and a small antique chandelier on the ceiling. Bakura opened the door for Ryou, immediately aware of the soft strains of a breathy flute that set the mood. The windows were high and small as this building was mostly below street level. Both observed that the walls were murals of soft nature scenes composed primarily of blues and greens.

They descended the stairs and found a corner table so small that they ended up with their legs entangled just to sit together. Both giggled hesitantly, and Ryou smiled shyly. Gone was his earlier bravado, born of the desire to prove that he could be just as brash as any of Bakura's former dates. He didn't know where the courage for his outrageous behavior had come from, but watching Bakura brood the entire car ride here had erased any traces of it.

Bakura watched Ryou through his lashes, contemplating the uke's return to his usual reticent demeanor. Whenever Ryou became - for lack of a better word - controlling, it surprised him. It was rare, but Ryou could be strong as a diamond when he felt the need to. It could be so very unnerving, especially since Bakura had discovered his own subconscious desire to be controlled from time to time. The blush that coated Ryou's cheeks as he tentatively attempted to retrieve Bakura's attention - he was once again the Ryou that Bakura knew.

“Bakura-san?” Ryou, smiling softly, handed a menu to Bakura. Apparently, the petite Japanese waitress had brought the menus as Bakura contemplated the beauty in front of him.

The cream coloured menu had Qué Sera Sera spelled out across the top in flowing letters, and beneath, in Japanese, Dinner Menu. Eighty percent of the dishes were traditional Japanese, which left Bakura to ponder the diner's acquisition of a French name. Both picked out their dinners quickly, and Bakura ordered sake, as well. Ryou stuck with water.

They ate in silence both awkward and unsure. When Bakura had daintily shoved the last bit of noodles into his mouth and was chewing, he raised his eyes to regard Ryou. The teen gazed back at Bakura, hands folded in his lap. “Thank you for dinner Bakura.” Ryou smiled serenely, seemingly oblivious to the way he made Bakura's heart beat an anxious tattoo in his chest, the way those soft lips made him want to...oh, so many, many things.

“Do you want dessert?” Bakura knew the dessert Ryou wanted was not a kiss, but it was worth asking, right?

Ryou continued to smile, inclining his head. “Why don't we save our appetites for cake and ice cream at the party?”

Oh, the party...Bakura considered this. “Eh, I suppose.” Did he really have to share Ryou for several hours tonight?

And so they left the restaurant for what was sure to be a night of misery.

***

Bakura stretched and slipped into the front seat, grasping the wheel. Why hadn't they had these things in Egypt? No animal could go this fast.

Ryou sat in the seat, still contemplative. “How come you don't like being with my friends?” Bakura opened his mouth, and then shut it. “They wouldn't mind you so much if they knew you.”

“That's encouraging.” The prospect of enduring overly friendly freaks all night loomed over Bakura like a swarm of vengeful bees whom he'd stolen honey from. That aside, who said he wanted the stupid pharaoh and his host and all their fanatical friends to like him? He just wanted Ryou. So Bakura sulked.

“Bakura, you will be cordial to them.” Ryou, once again in defend the friend mode, courageously demanded.

“Yeah, I'll be good.”

“Bakura...”

Said former spirit sighed, unsure why he felt so vexed at the thought that he had to share Ryou. It was just one night. It wasn't as if he owned Ryou. These were exactly the feelings that made him think he ought to let the kid alone and find someone else. He could ditch Ryou's party and go to a club...just a whole bunch of strangers and a night to do what he liked. It was what they expected of him, anyway.

But...

It was Ryou's birthday, Valentines, and he didn't really want anyone else. Besides, these teenage hormones were what made everything feel so blown out of proportion. Yes, being human sucked.

Ryou walked in ahead of him and headed for the stairs. “Ryou!” called Bakura, suddenly remembering something. Ryou eyed him, and then continued on his way. Peeved, Bakura grabbed at Ryou's wrist, linking his finger through the loop on the bondage cuff and yanking Ryou close. So close, so very, very close…

What was it exactly he had wanted Ryou for? Bakura could not remember. But then, he often forgot unimportant things. Ryou was right here…

He grabbed Ryou's chin and pressed their mouths together, demanding. When the soft lips refused to yield, Bakura nipped and licked at them until Ryou's mouth opened in a gasping plea, open to Bakura's territorial tongue.

Ryou could feel the mouth he had wanted so much invading his, the cherry tongue touching him, Bakura's teeth dragging along his lips, his tongue, biting at his teeth. The spirit's lips were chapped, rough against his lips. He could feel his breath quickening, the blood racing through his veins. The hand that had grasped his chin now tangled in his hair, and Ryou leaned into the comforting touch. However, he could not respond. He could not will himself to kiss Bakura back, to let his hands wander the alluring physique. He couldn't shake the sense that something was wrong. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen, rough and unromantic. Bakura was kissing him not out of affection, but out of lust. It could be enough, though. Ryou would not ask more. This would be enough. He let his tongue stir to life beneath Bakura's, his face flushing with desire and embarrassment.

Bakura's hand tangled deeper into Ryou's hair, pulling his mouth closer. The kiss was like a drug. Neither could get enough, but craved more. The feeling of the wet mouths, the way Bakura kept nipping at him…Ryou wrapped an arm around him, pulling him closer. He attacked Bakura's lips, and felt the rush of excitement and heat as Bakura increased his onslaught on Ryou's willing mouth. The warm scent of their mingling heat was intoxicating, the smooth cloth of his shirt felt abrasive against the sensitive skin, and Ryou knew he needed…more…. Something, just beyond his grasp…he crushed his body against Bakura's, vainly attempting to fulfil whatever need kept him coming, yearning, aching. He let his hand slide down to cup Bakura's ass and pull the hips closer, feeling Bakura's lusty response.

It was at this moment that the unthinkable happened.

Someone threw the door open, and Yugi, Yami, Tea, Joey, Serenity, Tristan, and Mai crowded in, yelling “Happy Birthday!” and “We're here!”

Joey grunted that someone heavy had stepped on his foot, and Tristan chuckled.

Then Tea realized the lights were off and needed to be turned on. Good friend that she was, she found the light switch and flooded the room with the bright yellow light, catching Bakura and Ryou in a somewhat awkward situation.

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Ah, I love cliffies. I am evil, aren't I? Well, I have probably lost all my readers by now, so it is okay. To those of you who are still here, I love you and here is some fan service. I believe this could be my longest chapter yet. More importantly, I finally made them kiss! *feels happy*

Well, I am sorry it took so long. Some blame goes to homework and lack of inspiration, and some goes to the fact that I'm a lazy ass and like reading other people's fics better than writing my own. (Why am I such a critic, then?) Oh, and darling Aaya poisoned my mind with a wonderful idea for a Hatori/ Ayame fic. A wonderful friend (I love you Ja-chan!) lent me fruits Basket, so I have read the first seven in the last week, and I'm avoiding reading the fics because I want my first to be uninfluenced. I am such a nut.

Oh, and the thingy about the honeybees was an allusion to Winnie the Pooh.

Ja ne!

~Mala

(4-7-05 I got confused on the uke/ seme thing, but I think I corrected it...right? If I got it wrong, I'd love it if someone'd tell me. ^_^ thanx, love ya!)