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Title: No

Author: Cheysuli

Rated: R

Warning: Yaoi. Adult topics.

Pairing: Yami/Bakura; implied Yugi/Ryou.

Summary: Bakura finds a few things that he almost wishes had remained hidden.

Disclaimer: I don't own.

A/N: Intended for this to be humor. But this one almost seemed to write itself and ended up... not humor.

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"Why that lazy no good Pharaoh can't gather his own laundry, I'll never know," Bakura growled as he tossed yet another filthy shirt in the laundry basket by the door. "I mean we all take care of our own things; except him. Just because he was waited on hand and foot back in Egypt doesn't mean that we're-"
"Need help?"
Bakura glanced up towards the door to see Ryou looking in from the hallway. "No, Ryou," he said, grabbing a pair of leather pants off the floor. The fifth pair. The Pharaoh was obsessed. "You've got your own clothes to gather. And I doubt you'd want to touch... this," he said, holding up a pair of Yami's boxers. Stained boxers.
Ryou winced in disgust. "Right. Well, have fun," he said cheerfully, returning to his and Yugi's room to finish gather his clothes. His own clothes. Because, unlike the Pharaoh, Yugi actually did his own laundry.
Bakura couldn't help feeling a bit jealous.
After spending a few minutes wishing his lover was as responsible as Ryou�s, Bakura returned to his task and grabbed the next item of clothing. Which was... more leather. How surprising. 'He could at least get some different colors,' he thought, tossing them into the basket. 'I mean, black is cool and all; but they're all black. What's the point of having so many clothes if they all look the same?'

He sighed, realizing that he'd never understand what went on in the Pharaoh's head, and knelt on the floor to grab a T-Shirt that was half hidden under the bed. And that was, apparently, placed there deliberately since it seemed to be hiding a stack of magazines.
Curious, Bakura ignored the shirt and pulled the stack closer, reading the name of the top magazine.

Bishounen Fever.

Bakura blinked. 'What... the hell?' Pushing that magazine aside, he glanced through the rest of the pile.

Hardcore Bishounen.

BDSM Fantasies.
Forceful Play.

Bakura paused at the last one and glanced at the article descriptions listed on the cover.

Rape Fantasies: What No Really Means.
Master and Slave: Punishing Naughty Boys.

Bakura frowned, remembering Yami's habit of calling him a naughty boy when they were... well... Bakura blushed. Did Yami really want to do... that to him? But he never seemed into the hardcore stuff before. Well, except for his leather fetish. But that was just Yami.
But of all the magazines, this is the one he obviously looked at the most. It was rumpled and worn and... stained. Eww.
Bakura dropped the magazine as if it had burned him and backed away from the bed, suddenly not wanting to be anywhere near either it or the magazine. Glancing around the room, Bakura wondered if anything Yami had done had even hinted at this. Well, besides the naughty boy comment.
Now that he thought about it, though; there were all the times Bakura had said no when Yami wanted sex and Yami gave him that... look. As if he was trying to build up the courage to do something. Be more forceful, maybe? Trying to decide if Bakura wanted him to be more forceful?

Did Bakura wanted him to be more forceful?
Bakura couldn't honestly say that he didn't. He was used to force. Back in Egypt, his lovers almost always used force. Not that he had really minded back then. But then again, had he not minded because he actually liked it or because he hadn�t known sex could be gentle?
Bakura really didn't know. Yami had been the first lover that had actually cared whether or not he was hurting him. Yami may be obsessed with sex but he was always gentle and considerate, even when he was anxious for release. Could Bakura really stand to give that up?
"You could have both, you know."
Bakura flinched at the sound of his hikari's voice. "Ryou, I..." He blushed, realizing that Ryou had a clear view of the magazines. "I... how... did you read my mind?" he asked, focusing on a 'safe' topic. "I thought I told you-"
"I didn't read your mind," Ryou said, taking a seat on the floor next to Bakura. "But I know when you're upset. And when I saw the magazine, I knew what you were upset about."
Bakura sighed, playing with the hem of his shirt, and tried very hard to ignore the magazine that seemed to be mocking him.
Ryou shook his head, leaning closer to Bakura and wrapping an arm around him. "Bakura, I know what you're thinking. Not," he quickly reassured Bakura, "that I'm reading your mind. You told me what it was like in Egypt, remember?"
Bakura nodded, a little embarrassed that he was even having this conversation. And with his hikari, of all people. Not that Ryou was innocent and naive but... he was his hikari. Hikaris weren't supposed to talk like this!
Ryou smiled, amused at how shy his yami was acting. Bakura was so cute when he was like this. Not that he'd tell him that, of course. "Well," he continued before his thoughts drifted any further. "You don't have to go back to that; not completely. And Yami doesn't have to be gentle all the time. You could... well, one night you could have that," he said, gesturing towards the magazine, which Bakura stared at as if expecting it to jump up and bite him. "And one night you could be gentle. Variety works wonders for your sex life!"
Bakura stared at Ryou in shock.
Realizing what he just said, Ryou blushed. "Not that Yugi and I... we don't... uh..." He laughed nervously as he stood and moved towards the door. "I just remembered... I... still have laundry to do! Yes! Yes, I do," he said as he ran from the room.
Bakura just stared at the door for a moment before turning back to the magazines. Thinking about what Ryou said, he moved slowly towards the bed and restacked the magazines, returning them to their hiding place and covering them up with the T-Shirt.
He had a lot to think about.
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Nearly an hour later, Yami entered the room to find Bakura still sitting on the floor, staring off into space. Concerned, Yami sat down next to him, wrapping an arm around Bakura and pulling him against him. Bakura didn't react. Growing more concerned, he shook Bakura a little to get his attention. "Is something wrong, love?"
Bakura shook his head. "I'm fine; just thinking," he said, still not looking at Yami.
"Anything I should be concerned about?" Yami asked, sensing this wasn't a cause for alarm but wanting to make sure.
Bakura finally looked up from the floor and smiled. "No, love. I'm fine. Really," he said, snuggling against Yami and resting his head on his shoulder.
Yami, reassured, hugged him tighter before trailing his hand down Bakura's side. Bakura didn't move. Encouraged, and even more reassured (since Bakura would never tolerate this kind of behavior if he were truly upset), he ran his fingers across Bakura's waist before slipping his hand into Bakura's jeans.
Bakura finally reacted, sitting up and pulling Yami's hand out of his pants. Turning to look Yami in the eye, he saw his disappointed expression and cocked his head. "No."
Yami looked at him, once again undecided. But this time something had changed.
And Yami smiled.
~Owari~
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A/N: Unfortunately, those magazines do not exist. Although I wish Bishounen Fever was real. And maybe Hardcore Bishounen. Could do without the others though.
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