Cooking Class 101

well ad uad ur reviews and thought hard, so in this chappy there will be h/c and pancakes^^ wat a world^^

Yami Sango: I’m glad you liked it^^ I was aiming to make this a funny fic^^

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kuramaandhiei4ever: oooo, I like those strange thoughts, I think I’m going to go to my room and think some of my own^^ crotch hypnosis… I like^^

Eres: thank you, I hope I get them, 122 reviews are hard to beat, I’m going to have to work harder to get you guys reviews^^

Deb: I thought that it would be the perfect place to work, this shop is in another one of my fics, can u guess which one?^^

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(Bakura)

I turn to Ryou whose sitting on the couch, his legs tucked under him, his hands clutching the pillow tightly. We went to blockbusters to pick up a movie; I chose one with a lot of blood and gore. Those movies kick ass!

Ryou watches the movie, his delicate hands shoving popcorn in to the bottomless pit that seems to be his stomach.

Now’s my chance, I scoot closer to Ryou, he doesn’t notice. I planed this from the beginning, pick out a scary movie that I already watched, and when the scary part came, I’ll be there to hold Ryou.

MWahahahahahahahahaha! I’m a genius!

Here it comes….hehehehehehe

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!” Ryou screams as he throws the popcorn in to my face with a force that knocks me off the floor.

Ouch… ok…bad idea….

“Oh my gosh, Bakura! Are you ok? I’m so sorry. I mean I didn’t see you there, I’m so sorry!” Ryou rambles as he pauses the movie, and climbs on top of me to see if I’m ok.

I am now…hehehehe…ouch…

His legs straddle my waist as I lay face down on the floor. Yum….Ryou… Ryou and his…oh yeah…rubbing against me… sweeeeeeeet…..

“Bakura are you ok? Wake upyou you says as he shakes me up and down.

I sit up and turn around; Ryou gets thrown from my back landing in between my legs, his legs spread on top of mine

A little blush spreads across Ryou’s cheeks for some reason, he looks away from me. Mumbling some thing barley audible about popcorn and movies.

“Ryou are you ok?” I ask him as he starts trembling, what’s wrong with him? He was never this way before…

(Ryou)

Shit… I’m on his lap, damn, why is he staring at me like that?! I should get off his legs, this is so awkward, I know he likes me, I saw him…oh dear…

“p-popcornisr-reallyyouknowr-r-rightl-likeeverytimethescar-rypartisi’muhs-sorry” I mumble under my breath.

What’s wrong with me? Bakura puts a hand on my leg, oh gods, what’s he doing?!

He pushes me off of him self and stand up, “Ryou? Are you ok? Do you need to lay down?”

“No! Lying down is not, so there, I’m going, movie’s fake!” I scream at him before running in to my room and locking the door. I slide down, my back against the hard wood.

What’s wrong with me?! Why did I just flip out? This isn’t right, Bakura didn’t even do any thing suggesting…not like I wanted him too… I mean he did have the perfect opportunity between my legs…no that wouldn’t be right….hell, what do I care…I don’t so there!

I fling my door open shout some thing about going for a walk, before I run out of the house. I don’t stop running till I’m at least four blocks away. I pant as I come to a stop at a corner. What am I doing? Why am I running away?

I guess I’ll just walk around for a bit, some fresh air will do me some good I suppose. I walk towards the park; they’ll be plenty of time to give Bakura cooking lessons tomorrow…yeah….

I cross the street, the park just on the other side. I suddenly hear the screeching of a car…oh gods!

I stare at the car just inches away from running me over…

“Jack ass! Are you trying to kill some one!?” I yell at the drive and his companion. The driver sticks his head out of the car.

“Hey dumb ass you shouldn’t be crossing the street with out…hey…wait a minuet…Bakura?” The man in the car says, removing his sun glasses…my gods…that’s Bakura’s co-worker.

“No, I’m his room mate Ryou, and you almost mowed me down” I growl at him.

“Oh so your Bakura’s room mate ay? What is the chance we almost run you over, hey where you headed?” The guy in the driver’s seat asks.

“No where…uh…” I say to him walking over to the side walk, the guy pulls his car up to the curve.

“How rude of me, my names Marik, the guy next to me is Malik. We’re Bakura’s co-workers. Hey maybe you and Bakura can come by our house later, here’s our address, nice running in to ya” Marik says as he speeds off.

Some thing doesn’t feel right about those guys, I walk back to Bakura’s house foregoing the park for some other time. I open the door to find Bakura asleep on the couch.

He looks so peaceful… I walk into the kitchen grabbing some jack daniels from my secret hiding spot, I know I’m not supposed to be drinking, it kills brain cells an causes liver problems, but hell…

I take a gulp, coughing a little, damn that felt good… better set up the cooking equipment…got to…

Hic…hic…

Damn, have to teach Bakura, slackers don’t make it far in life…

I take another drink, just what the doctor ordered…ehehehehe…damn that’s good stuff.

Stupid fondue set, damn pot, I stick the damn thing in the sink filling it with water and putting it on the stove, dropping the second pot thing on the floor. I wince as it makes a loud bang.

I take another drink, damn; fate works against people, and…and…hell

Bakura walks in te roe room scratching his head, his hair out of place and scruffy. You know what’s n’s not that bad to look at…hic… damn hot…. Shit…

I put the empty bottle in the recycling bin…shit…. I hope Bakura doesn’t notice…damn life’s a bitch…

(Bakura)

I hear a pot hit the floor; Ryou must be home cooking or some thing… I get up and scratch my head, an itchy feeling on my head as the hairs fall back in place.

Ryou sways a little as he puts what looks like a fondue set, together, throwing some thing in the recycling bin. “Hey you ok now squirt?” I ask him as I walk towards the counter to see how things are coming.

“Y-yeah…hell never been better, I could do like…hic…like damn well any thing, no car driving son of a bitch is gonna run Ryou Ai down, no sir” Ryou says as he puts the pot over the stove, turning his attention to getting some thing out of the fridge.

“Are you sure you’re ok Ryou, if I didn’t know better I’d say you were drunk-“

“Drunk as a bloody skunk, Bakura, don’t you dare forget whose chocolate goes in the pot, make sure the heats on at medium to melt the chocolate, are you watching my ass?” Ryou said incoherently while he threw in several chocolate bars into the top pot.

“Um, I think you should sit down Ryou, you shouldn’t cook while you’re…um...drunk… here I’ll help you get to bed, ok?” I tell him as I pull him away from the stove.

Ryou immediately turns around throwing his right leg around me, pressing his hips against mine while he ran his hands up my chest. My breath hitches in my chest as he throws his arms around my neck.

“R-Ryou…please get off of me, I don’t want you doing any thing you might regret” I say pulling my drunk room mate off of me.

Ryou rolls his eyes and removes him self off of me watching the chocolate melt, before pulling out metal pokers, setting them aside as he began to cut up fruit, and tear little pieces of bread on to a plate.

I don’t want Ryou do any thing to me that might make me want to take him on the spot. But still, I need to get Ryou to bed before he does any thing irrational.

“Ryou?” I ask him but he walks away from me heading into his bed room, I hope I didn’t piss him off. He walks back out of the room still ignoring me.

“Ryou?” I ask again coming up behind him to see what he had brought with him out of the room. I suddenly feel Ryou’s elbow swing back into my stomach knocking me back. Ryou turns around shoving me to the floor; I fall hard still not sure what’s going on. I feel Ryou’s hands grabbing mine and cuffing them to the metal bars that wind around the counter forming the wine rack.

“What the hell? Ryou let me go this instant! I’m warning you squirt if you don’t let me go you’ll regret it!” I bark at him sglingling on the floor.

I don’t lbeinbeing chained to things, I don’t like being helpless, especially if there was possible danger and a loved one involved. Although my loved one being the danger was a little hard to comprehend.

“Oh dear, I’ll regret it will I?” Ryou says giving me a fake pout. I growl.

“What the fuck do you think your doing Ryou? Let me go sho shout at him again, struggling with the hand cuffs.

Ryou ignores me again bring down the melted chocolate on to the floor along with the plate of fruit and bread, and turning off the stove, “You know I bet you’d look good in chocolate”.

I pause for a moment…what did he just say?

Ryou brings a pair of scissors cutting my shirt off and setting it down next to him. My chest lay there exposed, my slender frame panting with frustration, anger, and worry.

“Ryou what ever you’re thinking, don’t do it, you’re going to regret this when you wake up tomorrow! Let me go this instant, errr, I said let me go!” I scream at him, he just gets him self a little bottle that was hidden at the back of the cabinets.

Shit… he’s getting drunker….can’t be good…

“You’re so fucking hot! Gods so fucking sexy you know that?” Ryou says before taking another drink. He leans down sticking his hand in the cooling melted chocolate, smearing it across my chest.

“Ryou you’re drunk-“

“Duh! You think I don’t know that? I’m not stupid like you, you know? Ryou says as he licks the chocolate off my chest.

Ryou kisses me, his tongue sliding into my mouth; I can taste the alcohol on him. He keeps pressing his lips to me, I can’t breathe!

He pulls back and I gasp for air, Ryou pours some of the contents of the little bottle down my throat. I choke but swallow.

“Good right? Here, have some fruit, its hic! Its hic! Fuck its………its damn g-hic! Fuck!”

Ryou pushes a chocolate dipped strawberry to my lips, I turn away. I’m not going to do this with him. Ryou growls, pausing for a moment before smirking and running his hand over my crotch. I gasp and he sticks the fruit in, kissing me so I couldn’t spit it out.

“Ryou, please let me go, this isn’t right, I don’t want you like this” I say to him hope fully he’ll stop.

Ryou just looks pissed, “Stop being a fucking pussy Bakura, come on, you want this right, I want to, hell you know what? Fuck you, you’re out to mess with my mind you mind fucking freak you’re all out to get me! Hell, I’m g tog to bed, how about that, you can kiss my ass!” Ryou yelled at me, slapping me across the face leaving a chocolate hand mark.

“Fuck, where’s the damn Nyquil?! Wait; found it, you don’t have to get up!” Ryou yells from the bathroom, he comes out he bhe bathroom downing some Nyquil.

“Hell, the rooms spinning, I don’t feel good Bakura… ow… shit… fuck…yawn…damn…” Ryou sunk to his knees before falling face down on the floor.

I guess I’m here till Ryou wakes up…

(Ryou)

I woke up the next morning dizzy and nauseous. What the hell happened last night? Erg… oh jeese…

I runt o the bathroom and throw up…fuck… I throw up again…

I walk in the kitchen and almost trip on the body he fhe floor.

Bakura? Oh no…

Bakura opens his eyes sleepily, and looks up at me, “You ok now squirt?”

“What happened? I can’t remember a thing! I can’t what happened did I hurt you?! Are you ok?! Here where’s the damn key, ah…here… there are you ok now?!” I ask him, panicking as he rubs his sore wrists.

“Nothing much, you just got a little drunk and taught me how to make chocolate fondue the hard way” Bakura says casually as he continues to rub his wrist.

“I did this to you… I… I’m sorry, I slapped you” I say looking at the chocolate hand print on Bakura’s face.

“Hey its ok, I don’t mind, I guess this makes up for all the times I got drunk on you” he says as he grabs a paper towel, wetting it, and wiping the chocolate off of his chest.

“I just want to know if your okay, I didn’t know you drank” Bakura says offhandedly but I can tell he was really worried.

He turns around and I wrap my arms around his waist and start crying my apologies. I sob on him and he just holds me tightly like he’s done so many times before when I cried. It’s almost become a habit now every time I cry, he holds me.

I finally stop crying and look up in to Bakura’s eyes. “Why don’t you go freshen up, I’ll try to make pancakes, ‘k squirt?” he says to me. I nod and walk off to the bathroom.

When I come out again dressed in clean clothes I find Bakura growling at the stove.

“B-bakura? What’s wrong?” I ask him.

He turns around holding a plate, “here”, he says as he shoves the plate in to my hands.

I look at the plate, its completely empty, “Bakura theres-“. A pancake falls out of no where, landing perfectly on to the plate with a small slap. Okay….

I look to see about nine pancakes stuck to the ceiling…. Um… well…ok…

I giggle, “thanks Bakura”, I give him a small kiss on the cheek, he blushes and turns away grabbing an empty plate and sitting at the counter. As soon as he has himself seated on the chair, the pancake falls on his plate. He adds syrup and another pancake falls on top of the one already there.

“Ryou do you want some more?” he asks me. I shrug and another pancake falls on my plate, I fall on the floor laughing.

“What’s so funny? If you’re hungry after that, we have extras, you know” Bakura says raising an eyebrow at me.

I just keepghinghing, my side hurting now.

Last night was horrible…but… but if I had thought that was the worst that could happen, I was seriously mistaken.

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