Calai'di: First up is Ryou and Bakura. This was originally posted on Deviantart with a pic for it (if you want to see that, there's a link in my bio that'll take you to one of my pics there. You can find this one on your own, people).

Warning: Kind of dark, but it's Halloween, right? Some shonen-ai, darkness, and forgotten Halloween candy. Beware...

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, though I wish I did (poor Bakura's so forgotten in the anime)


Bakura slipped a pair of costume demon wings onto his back and finished buckling his boots. He was actually really looking forward to this "trick-or-treating" Ryou had been talking about for the last few weeks, especially because of the candy that had been mentioned; getting to dress up as scary and sexy as he wanted was only an added bonus. He was sure his vampire costume was going to get him a lot of candy, hopefully mostly chocolate. And maybe he could finally get Ryou into bed while he was at it.

He stepped out into the hallway that separated their bedrooms and frowned as he noticed that his other's door was still closed shut. He stomped over to Ryou's door and rapped his knuckles on the wood.

"Come on, Hikari, how long does it take for you to get dressed anyway?" he demanded, trying to sound irritable. "Let's go!"

"I…I can't come out yet!" was Ryou's muffled reply.

"How come?"

When Ryou didn't answer, Bakura announced that he was going to enter and opened the door. Ryou was half dressed, searching through his closet frantically, angel wings lying forgotten on the floor. Bakura marched over to him and pulled him out of the closet, noting immediately the tear-stains on the hikari's cheek. The yami brushed a hand over Ryou's cheek, wiping the tears away.

"Hikari, why were you crying?"

Ryou sniffed slightly and pulled away to look through his closet again. "Well…I…I know you want to get–sniff–to get going, and I…I can't yet, and I know–sniff–you're mad at m-m-me for holding you up, and…and…" He trailed off, searching further into the closet.

Bakura watched him curiously. "What in the name of Ra are you looking for?"

"A shirt," Ryou answered.

"Why?"

The hikari blushed even though his yami couldn't see it. "Well, the one I was planning on wearing has a huge stain on it that I didn't know about, and it's too late to wash it now. But I can't find another one that'd work with the rest of my costume."

"Right…." Bakura walked out of the room and soon came back holding a short white shirt in his hands. "Here."

Ryou stared skeptically as he took the shirt. "Bakura, this shirt is too short. It'll show my belly."

"Yeah, so? I'm wearing one like that."

"B-b-but, I-I can't wear this!" Ryou stuttered, blushing at the thought. "Angels don't wear things like this, Bakura."

"And you think I care, why?" Bakura answered. He grabbed the white shirt and jammed it over Ryou's head. "Wear it anyway. I bought for you, ya know."

"Oh." Ryou put his arms through the sleeves of his shirt, still frowning when it stopped at his waist, and finished putting on the rest of his costume. Bakura smiled as his hikari put on the last thing, a headband with a halo attached, and pulled him out the door.


Bakura was rather proud of himself when they got back to Ryou's apartment. Almost all of the candy he had in his pillowcase was chocolate. He'd managed to scare several older ladies, convinced about five people that he was a real vampire and Ryou was a real angel, and wooed over half of the teens they ran into, regardless of whether it was guy or girl. But his pride had been slightly punctured; the one person he wanted still hadn't fallen for him yet.

Ryou yawned openly and started walking to his room, bidding Bakura goodnight, when said yami caught his arm to stop him.

"Bakura?" the hikari questioned, staring down at Bakura's hand. "What's wrong?"

Bakura stared at him fondly and pulled him closer. "Ryou, I have something to tell you."

"O-okay," Ryou answered, slightly confused. He vaguely noticed that Bakura was trying to hold him tighter.

"Ryou, I…I love you."

Ryou gasped and stared fearfully at him as he suddenly saw a flash of the fake vampire teeth he thought Bakura had on.

Bakura smiled reassuringly and went on: "I've loved you for a long time, and I thought tonight you might actually notice. But…you didn't…."

"No, Yami…don't do this…"

Bakura kissed him gently and pulled him very close. "I'm going to make you mine right now, and you'll never leave me again, Little Angel."

Ryou frantically tried to push away, but his yami's arms were too strong so he had to stand, helpless, as Bakura sank his fangs into Ryou's throat. Ryou winced as he felt his strength and energy being drained away; it hurt like nothing he'd ever felt before, as if his insides were both on fire and being squeezed unbearably all at once. Bakura pulled back after a few minutes, licking the puncture holes clean, and gazed lovingly at the resisting body in his arms. He leaned over and kissed Ryou's ear lightly.

"Ryou, are you all right?"

The hikari moaned softly and fell limp against his yami's body.

"Hikari, I have to change you or you'll die."

A tear ran down Ryou's cheek, but he was too weak move or say anything.

"You know I love you, Hikari. I love you so much. I promise you, you'll be okay after this." He sliced open his thumb with his teeth and stuck it in Ryou's mouth. The hikari swallowed automatically and he instantly began jerking uncontrollably as the vampire blood entered his body. Bakura held him close and whispered lightly in his ear, "After all, you'll be the most powerful vampire in existence, and you're all mine."