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[And they're kissing. Well! If Atem doesn't mind cookie breath, then that's alright then. Ryou's shoulders relax and he hums softly. Is this his reward for terrible behavior? Because he definitely doesn't deserve to be treated so kindly.
He's reluctant to end the kiss, but he does, just to roll his eyes. Which, you know. Requires context clues, since his eyes are glowing light voids.]
S-sometimes, I think you say that for a reaction.
[Which yes, he got one. Ryou's smiling, and far more relaxed than he had been before...everything.]
But...thank you. Not for calling me cute, but...um. The rest.
For caring.
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[The hair around Ryou's face gets stroked again. He's not going to let their faces be too far apart. If he can get a forehead press in, great.]
You're my wildcard, remember? When I have you, I can win, even when the normal rules say I shouldn't.
[Being trapped in Ryslig? Terrible. The relationships he's formed? Those have made him incredibly happy.]
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[Don't mind him, he's just...gonna lean into the touch again, close one eye and smile. Extra cute. Unintentional, but cute nonetheless. When Atem goes in for that forehead contact, Ryou's only too happy to oblige.]
If I'm that important to you...I suppose I ought to stick close. Better to be on top of the deck than stacked low, where you can't reach me.
[Romantic card metaphors. Only they could pull this off, thank god their friends aren't here to hear all this.
Well. Except for the ones from home, they'd totally get it. Marik would probably laugh triumphantly.]1/2
...but that's over.]
Yes!
[He feels no shame whatsoever about the card game metaphors. Is he supposed to? If so, Atem hasn't heard anything about it. He's going to use them to hopefully communicate that Ryou taking care of himself helps the people around him -- do you know how many people it would hurt if you didn't take care of yourself? he recalls clearly -- and also nuzzle his face. Good, good good good.]
2/2 cw paranoia, but like, the dumb kind
Ryou will feel this more than hear it, since he's got a loose arm around Atem's waist, but as Atem takes a contented breath, his chest starts to buzz.
??
???
Atem definitely stiffens, straightens up a little. What is that? Is he dying?
It stops the moment he starts to worry about all the bad things vibration in his chest might mean.]
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...Then he feels Atem basically vibrate under him.
It's gone as quick as it came, and Ryou's disappointed because frankly, he likes it when that happens. That is one of the few times he can think to himself that Atem is cute. But...if Atem was surprised by it, and he sure feels surprised by it, then maybe...he doesn't realize what he's doing?
Time to check.]
...What's wrong?
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Nothing, I guess...
[He still feels okay. Atem presses a hand to his chest. It's perfectly still. Unnaturally so, even...]
I felt strange for a moment, but...now it's gone.
I hope it won't turn out to be something bad later...
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[Ryou tries not to smile, because it's only funny to him, isn't it? He's apparently the only one who knows, and he doesn't want Atem to think it was a secret.]
You...do that sometimes, when we're sleeping together. Right around the time you start falling asleep. I think...
[He pauses. Oh lord, is he really going to say this? H...haha...]
I think you were purring.
[The look on his face finishes that sentence silently. And it's cute as hell.]
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[what. what. why. why this. is it a monster thing?? but he's not a cat.]
Do -- do bats do that?
[Atem thinks, Giorno would know.
Then, he thinks, I am definitely not asking Giorno.]
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[Oh how the tables have turned. Ryou straightens up, pulling away from Atem so he can get a better look at his face...but also because this development requires another cookie.
He takes one from the still-open container and bites it in half, looking thoughtful.]
I didn't know you weren't aware, but...it's not that bad, is it? It isn't painful, right?
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He's really had too much, lately!
Atem glances down, puts a hand over his chest again.]
No...it was just weird.
[Which...honestly, he's grateful for. As far as unexpected chest vibrations go, at least this one isn't an early warning sign of horror! It's just...unexpected.]
Ah...ha ha. It could be worse!
[He winks.]
It's better, if it's this, than anything else it could have been.
[Whew. When did he start worrying this much...?]
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[He's only saying it to make Atem feel less embarrassed, and he's not sure if it's working, but it's worth a try. Even at his own expense.
After eating the rest of the cookie, he presses the lid of the container back on and goes to put it away, because...he doesn't want Atem to see him blush when he says this. It's not as if he came to this conclusion on purpose--he was just wondering what other situations would cause Atem to purr, and...his mind stopped here.]
I interrupted something...p-pretty interesting with my hunger, actually. It feels as if every single time we might...possibly, erm...
[Aaaand he doesn't fill the blank. He doesn't have the strength. And maybe Atem can't see the blush on his face, but he could catch it on the back of Ryou's ears if he looked hard enough.]
Well, whenever we're spending quality time...something happens to interrupt it. It's almost a conspiracy at this point, if you ask me.
[Not that he's trying to go to horny jail every day, but he'd like to quit being put on parole before he arrives.]
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[That's true. There's been some reason or another to hold back or stop. It's been a little weird...
...is it against the rules to get too steamy in game? Wait, no, Black Hat and AM proved that that wasn't an issue at the barbecue. And there's people who have even gotten married....]
I don't know. I can't explain it! I guess it isn't easy, when half the time we're changing into monsters or going through something awful...there's injuries, too, to worry about. And, when you seem tired, I'm happy to let you sleep!
[Between not wanting to interrupt needed rest, and not wanting to disturb healing wounds, and just not being relaxed enough to want to get down because they've been through it too recently....how do other monsters manage to have such active sex lives? Jeez! It doesn't help that how bad the itch is for Atem depends on how much blood he's drunk lately...he likes just kissing and sleeping close, a lot of the time.
Except for times like now, when Ryou's got a collar on, and Atem feels practically alive.]
...
I could make a move on you more often, if you like.
[Even if Ryou's not looking, he'll hear the grin creeping across Atem's face.]
Do something about those odds.
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Was not the answer that Ryou expected. Not even remotely. He is not turning around, even though the cookies have been put away because he has to process that without facing Atem, and without giving himself away completely.
They are going to sleep after this, now that Ryou's had some cookies and will inevitably start feeling marginally better, he does not need to get excited about the thought of Atem coming onto him more often, just to equalize the fact that they're constantly being interrupted. Nope.
He's mature! He's an adult--]
It wouldn't bother me...in the slightest.
[Wait.]
Maybe we'll get a chance soon. B-because after everything...
[Don't say that. Don't even think about it.]
...I probably at least owe you a favor of some sort. N-not that it would be any trouble! I'd do anything for you, Atem.
[Did Ryou Bakura just offer his boyfriend a sexual favor? He sure fucking did, and he lives with his head in this cabinet now. He can't turn around or else he's going to have to face the fact that he insinuated he owes Atem at least a handjob for how well he's been treated! It sounds dirty, like he's paying for a service of some kind, but really he just wants to show Atem how much he loves him, and how grateful he actually is that Atem was always taking care of him!
(and how very sorry he is for screaming for who knows how long while his head grew back in)]
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Hm.]
Come here.
[To where he's seated on the counter, his forearms resting on his knees in a relaxed slouch.
If Ryou hesitates, or seems unsure, Atem repeats it, with a cock of his head, gesturing in the direction he wants Ryou to go.]
Come here!
[The tone doesn't imply trouble, it's not deadly-serious, and the second one is lighter, with one corner of his mouth pulled up. He wants to say this while looking Ryou in the eye, and that means Ryou comes to him, or he tries a mist trick he's only mostly mastered.]
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Then he's implored again to come over, and he can't just ignore it, can he? That would be...kind of rude, wouldn't it? All the same, Ryou looks pretty awkward, more than a little flustered honestly, as he walks back towards the kitchen counter. He distractedly runs a hand through his hair before finally making eye contact again.]
W...what did you...need?
[More importantly, what's that look on your face, sir? If he messed up you have to tell him so he doesn't do it again.]
If that was out of turn...you can tell me. I didn't mean to...you know. Overstep my bounds...
not nsfw anymore I want to be loved --> nsfw again
I need you to know, even if you didn't mean it like this, that you don't owe me anything like that. Not ever! No matter what happens.
[He brings Ryou's face closer, so that he can murmur this too quiet to carry, so even someone else in the room wouldn't catch it.]
But I do want you. I've wanted you since August. I've been waiting...
[...for, what? The right time? A perfect combination of circumstances, where Ryou isn't tired, or hurt, and Atem doesn't think it'll be a bad idea, and he's not a snake, or a bat.
He shakes his head, just a little, his bangs brushing Ryou's forehead.
A thumb strokes his cheek, affectionately and tenderly, before Atem cracks a smile again. His next words are lighter, and a little less quiet.]
I needed to say that to you, and not to the cabinet door.
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Ryou just stands there, staring at Atem like a deer in headlights. Or a deer with headlights if they're being specific as to whose eyes are glowing. Even with the levity of the last statement, it doesn't do anything to stop Ryou's heart from racing or his face from flushing nearly black.
He might have preferred to be one with the cabinet at that point because he's now stood here without any idea what he should respond.]
You...me?
[That's not a sentence.
August?!]
I, um...I...
[Look, it was hard enough for him to have said what he did before, about owing Atem a favor. This is harder to deal with, because it does something to him, hearing that Atem wanted him. It's all well and good for Ryou to want Atem, to have thoughts to himself when they're not together and pine like the lovesick bastard he is but now Atem wants him, wanted him since August, and this information probably shouldn't have such an effect.
Ryou finally decides words are useless here and he closes the distance between them with an...enthusiastic kiss. Very enthusiastic.]
assume nsfw in the metatext at least,
But that doesn't matter right now. What matters is that he's being kissed with energy and enthusiasm, and Atem doesn't bother trying not to grin, or hold back a laugh that's low, but about as carefree as Ryou's ever heard from him -- his arms come up to wind around Ryou's neck and he returns the kiss, opening his mouth, happily accepting and keeping up the pace that's been set. If Ryou steps closer, Atem's knees will be on either side of his waist, and that's fine; Atem's well past feeling shame about any of this. Why should he? He was telling the truth. This is something he wants.
....his chest starts to buzz again.]
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Even when his boyfriend becomes aroused enough to become alarmed at his own snake anatomy.
...Though actually, in that particular instance, Ryou had immediately attempted to alleviate Atem's stress. Even his interest was put aside. He's just like that. Now though, it's different. He's not sure if the cookies are giving him a sugar rush or he's just been thoroughly affected by Atem's admissions, but he's definitely the aggressor in this kiss. Aggressor, however, is a strong word to be using. The way he draws closer, leans in and almost forces Atem back is aggressive, but the noises he's making are soft, and the way he accepts the invitation to deepen the kiss is still somehow gentle and exploratory.
Atem's...honestly baited him, he's sure of it. That's why Ryou's hand was gliding up one of his thighs, why he won't pull away from the kiss even though this is the kitchen, this is where food is made! Honestly!
He should stop. He...should definitely stop, right?]
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Atem doesn't mind taking charge, not in the least, especially when it earns him sounds like Ryou's making right now. But it's not often Ryou leans in to do what he wants. Not with this kind of energy. Atem breathes out a sigh that makes his chest buzz louder, as that hand goes up his thigh; it's a clearly approving sound, and he shifts his body closer to the edge of the countertop, so that more of him can be in contact with more of Ryou.
He really likes that touch. He likes the sounds Ryou's making. This isn't a slow melting of metal in his heart, not this time -- now, it feels like his skin is flashpaper, like his blood is gunpowder, and everything's lighting up at once.
When the kiss breaks for air, Atem takes hold of the side of Ryou's face with one hand, sliding fingers up his temple into his hair, short of breath.]
Go on.
[It's literally a purr.]
Unless you'd rather take this back to bed...
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When they finally break apart, he's breathless and flushed. His ears are angled downward, and his eyes seem to glow more brightly than they have in a while. Any negative emotion that had been trying to claw its way out of his subconscious has been forced back.
This moment is all that matters, and it has him shuddering a little in anticipation.]
Mmh...we...probably should go back.
[His head tilts, leaning into Atem's touch, and there's a small smile that's not quite coy, but not completely innocent either.]
...I'm not sure I'm tired though.
[Ryou hadn't expected this to go anywhere from such an offhand comment about how they couldn't do anything overly romantic together. He can't blame it on Atem for starting it. But he wholly expects Atem to finish it. Maybe that's selfish?
Maybe...but Ryou's clearly excited. That kiss expressed more raw, positive emotion in probably a minute than he'd shown in days.]
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[He leans forward, doing the mist-trick again -- his legs turn to mist, almost like he's standing up on nothing, so he can hover at whatever height he wants -- and nudges Ryou backwards, one hand in his hair, the other on his shoulder, back towards Atem's room. It takes a lot of focus to maintain this trick, so the kisses he plants on Ryou's mouth and cheek and jaw are shallow, but it's worth it. Each one nudges him back a little further!]
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It takes them a little while, maybe longer than Atem could keep his legs as mist? But if that's the case, then Ryou will carry him, unrepentantly. He is seven whole feet tall and his arms are huge, you think he can't carry his boyfriend?
Either way, once they're back in the room, Ryou wastes absolutely no time. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, then settles back--a clear invitation for Atem to make himself comfortable in whichever way he likes. Come on, come on, quick! Before something else happens...]
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Once they're inside, though, Atem has one last mist-trick.
One of his hands disappears. A thin tendril of mist stretches out toward the door, and a couple of disembodied fingers push it very firmly shut.]