[YGO] Lil Crazy, PG, Humor/Fluff, Bakura/Ryou [xmas05]
Christmas Drabbles 2005
For: firedraygon97
Pairing: Bakura/Ryou [Yugiou]
Theme: Chrismtas fluff with mistletoe
Lil Crazy
“Get that thing away from me,” Bakura growled, batting at the curly red ribbon that Ryou held out to him. It slipped through Ryou’s fingers and arced through the air, landing among brightly colored wrapping paper and foils. Bakura gave it a disgusted look. “What the hell am I supposed to do with it?”
Ryou gave him an exasperated look in turn. “Wrap it around the present of course.” He shook his head, white hair ruffling slightly, and sighed, resuming his work on his own package. “You’re such a pain,” he murmured as he neatly snipped a ribbon free from the role and tied it into a bow.
Bakura snorted, watching him. He made no move to pick up the discarded ribbon. “I still don’t understand this holiday. Giving presents,” he scoffed. “Sappy.”
“It’s a season for showing other people that you care,” Ryou told him patiently, as he had every other time Bakura had complained about the holiday since the weather had turned cold and Ryou had started making a list of people he needed to give gifts to. Ryou was almost slightly amused by his varying complaints-first that it was a waste because humans were selfish and greedy, then that it was taking up too much of Ryou’s money, then too much of Ryou’s time, and now that it was too sentimental.
“Stupid human traditions,” Bakura continued with a sneer, shifting across the floor until he could drape himself over Ryou’s back. He peered over the boy’s shoulder, watching him affix a label to the gaily-wrapped present and carefully penning Yami on it.
“You’re giving a gift to the pharaoh?” Bakura demanded, fisting his hand in Ryou’s soft hair and jerking.
Ryou’s head tilted back. He looked into slit golden eyes, unfazed. “Yes,” he replied. “He’s a friend of mine.”
“By Ra he is,” Bakura growled, pulling Ryou until he tumbled into Bakura’s lap. A head ducked, hair flying, and then Bakura’s mouth was on Ryou’s, familiar, hot, and possessive. His fingers dug into Ryou’s shoulders, as fierce as his kiss, claiming what was rightfully his.
When Ryou finally broke free, gasping, his pale skin was flushed and eyes were glazed. “B-Bakura,” he said, between pants. He struggled until he was sitting up in Bakura’s lap and then he asked softly, “What was that?”
Bakura’s smile was more of a smirk than anything else, feral and smug. “Mistletoe,” he lied blithely, recalling the one aspect of this human holiday that he was rather fond of, if only because it gave him leeway to pounce on Ryou whenever he felt the urge. He flicked a piece of the evergreen at the boy in his lap, having learned from experience to carry a bit around everywhere he went.
Ryou laughed and leaned into him. “Now that was unfair,” he reprimanded.
“I don’t play fair,” Bakura retorted, biting his ear.
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Posted: 12.19.2005
For: firedraygon97
Pairing: Bakura/Ryou [Yugiou]
Theme: Chrismtas fluff with mistletoe
Lil Crazy
“Get that thing away from me,” Bakura growled, batting at the curly red ribbon that Ryou held out to him. It slipped through Ryou’s fingers and arced through the air, landing among brightly colored wrapping paper and foils. Bakura gave it a disgusted look. “What the hell am I supposed to do with it?”
Ryou gave him an exasperated look in turn. “Wrap it around the present of course.” He shook his head, white hair ruffling slightly, and sighed, resuming his work on his own package. “You’re such a pain,” he murmured as he neatly snipped a ribbon free from the role and tied it into a bow.
Bakura snorted, watching him. He made no move to pick up the discarded ribbon. “I still don’t understand this holiday. Giving presents,” he scoffed. “Sappy.”
“It’s a season for showing other people that you care,” Ryou told him patiently, as he had every other time Bakura had complained about the holiday since the weather had turned cold and Ryou had started making a list of people he needed to give gifts to. Ryou was almost slightly amused by his varying complaints-first that it was a waste because humans were selfish and greedy, then that it was taking up too much of Ryou’s money, then too much of Ryou’s time, and now that it was too sentimental.
“Stupid human traditions,” Bakura continued with a sneer, shifting across the floor until he could drape himself over Ryou’s back. He peered over the boy’s shoulder, watching him affix a label to the gaily-wrapped present and carefully penning Yami on it.
“You’re giving a gift to the pharaoh?” Bakura demanded, fisting his hand in Ryou’s soft hair and jerking.
Ryou’s head tilted back. He looked into slit golden eyes, unfazed. “Yes,” he replied. “He’s a friend of mine.”
“By Ra he is,” Bakura growled, pulling Ryou until he tumbled into Bakura’s lap. A head ducked, hair flying, and then Bakura’s mouth was on Ryou’s, familiar, hot, and possessive. His fingers dug into Ryou’s shoulders, as fierce as his kiss, claiming what was rightfully his.
When Ryou finally broke free, gasping, his pale skin was flushed and eyes were glazed. “B-Bakura,” he said, between pants. He struggled until he was sitting up in Bakura’s lap and then he asked softly, “What was that?”
Bakura’s smile was more of a smirk than anything else, feral and smug. “Mistletoe,” he lied blithely, recalling the one aspect of this human holiday that he was rather fond of, if only because it gave him leeway to pounce on Ryou whenever he felt the urge. He flicked a piece of the evergreen at the boy in his lap, having learned from experience to carry a bit around everywhere he went.
Ryou laughed and leaned into him. “Now that was unfair,” he reprimanded.
“I don’t play fair,” Bakura retorted, biting his ear.
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Posted: 12.19.2005