February fourteenth, Valentine's Day. The holiday known across the globe as one of love, happiness, and heartbreak. For Ryou Bakura, it meant spending the entire week in advance preparing chocolates for acquaintances, friends, and family. The three-thousand-year-old spirit living with him had no idea what was going on, especially since Ryou had kicked him out of the kitchen the first and only time he had ventured in.

But at last, the work was done.

Ryou wiped the sweat off his brow, surveying the pile of chocolates with an appraising eye. Finally, he gave a satisfied nod and set to wrapping the treats up.

Pulling on his coat and hat, the boy called up to his counterpart. "'Kura, let's go already!"

Bakura stomped down the stairs, a cross look on his face. "Why must we give chocolates to everyone we know? Especially," here he gave a disgusted grimace, "that pipsqueak and the pharaoh."

Ryou gave him a reproving glare. "Yugi and Yami have been nothing but unnecessarily kind to us since you got your body back. Remember that time you nearly burned down the apartment, and they let us stay with them until it was renovated?" He raised an eyebrow.

"That was an accident, all right? How many times do I have to apologize?" the thief grumbled, but nevertheless followed his other half out the door.

"And that's the last one!" Ryou said cheerfully, waving back to a smiling Malik, and a drooling Marik eyeing the chocolates, as he walked down the street.

Bakura rolled his eyes. "Finally." He let out a dramatic huff. "Can we go home now?"

Ryou chuckled gently. "Yes, 'Kura." Suddenly he stopped in his tracks, a thoughtful look on his face. "Hm. Hold on, I think I may have forgotten one last gift..."

The tomb robber groaned and was about to voice his protest when a big, nicely-wrapped heart-shaped box was held out to him. "...Huh?"

The shorter boy blushed and looked away, explaining, "It's for you."

Bakura blinked. He eyed the present cautiously. Then, in a flash, he tore off the wrapping, threw away the lid, and popped one of the sweets in his mouth.

Ryou waited, blush never fading. In fact, the sound of his lover chewing slowly on the candy only served to make the red staining his cheeks more prominent, if anything.

At last, the Thief King swallowed. Ryou looked up. "Er...how was it?"

Bakura grinned toothily, and tugged the boy into a kiss.

Eventually they parted for air. After taking a few breaths, Ryou looked at his partner, a smile playing on his lips. "I take it you liked the chocolate?"

"I did," Bakura replied, smirking, and swooped in for another kiss. When they broke apart again, he whispered huskily, "But I like this treat much better." And with nary a warning, he picked up the flushed boy and slung him over his shoulder.

"H-Hey! 'Kura - "

"I plan to further enjoy my treat at home." A wicked gleam in his eye, the man left the other no room for argument.

And that was how Ryou ended up the next day with an unusually sore backside, and an extremely satisfied Bakura.