Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh. I baked brownies though, and I own them. So ha.

A/N: This is a Ryou/Bakura shounen-ai/yaoi fic. Don't like, don't read. Or read and be converted. Ryou is the sweet, normal one, while Bakura is the spirit of the 2,000 (or was it 5,000?) year old thief. Chapters will be from Bakura's POV, unless otherwise noted. In case anyone was wondering, the title means, " Dreams of love" or "Love of dreams" I can't remember. O_o. They both work though.

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Spirits don't sleep. So it wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary to say I was having a sleepless night. Yet the dark stillness held a restless feeling that gripped my conscious. The quiet seemed strangely oppressive, and seemed to intensify my agitation, instead of relieving it.

Everything is quieter at night, despite Ryou's dreams. His mind's whimsical visions were only entertaining for so long, and I had long ago stopped relying on them as a source of entertainment. Yet tonight's tedium drove me to seek shelter in his fantasies, in hopes of escaping the suffocating stagnancy of my own mind.

When I first entered his mind, it seemed as if I had accidentally projected myself out of his body, instead of deeper into his psyche. I found myself in his bedroom, the lights off, his small form safely secured under the coverlet.

Except for one thing was out of place. Something that could only happen in a dream. I wouldn't let it happen in reality. Someone else was in Ryou's bed with him. The sounds and movements issuing from the under the blankets hinted at something other than sleep.

I felt an inner stab of anger and jealousy. No one would ever get close enough to even touch Ryou, not while I was still around. It wasn't that I cared for him or anything; it was merely that he was mine. Like an object, a favorite toy. After all, nothing more could ever come of it. That, and spirits can't love. It's just something we don't do.

I quickly dismissed my feelings of resentment. After all, this wasn't real. Still, dreams are said to reflect out deepest desires. The thought of Ryou desiring to be with someone else enticed an even stronger feeling of fury from within me.

I sighed. There was nothing I could do anyway. Besides brutally murder anyone who looked or thought or even got near Ryou without the purest of intentions.

I prepared to exit the dream, perpetual boredom seeming wonderful compared to this torture. Yet my masochistic tendencies got the better of me, and I found myself approaching the two figures, holding my breath as I came nearer.

Peering behind Ryou's bare shoulder, I choked.

Ryou's partner was no other than me. Me with a body, a hot, naked, sweaty, body, doing things to Ryou that Grandma wouldn't be proud of. What's more, he was enjoying it, his soft gasps and moans hitting notes that sang of immeasurable pleasure. I stood aghast, wondering exactly how long that leftover Chinese-takeout Ryou had eaten last night had been sitting in the fridge.

At this moment however, a sharp beeping sent me hurtling back into my soul room. Damn alarm clock. Ryou, now awake, was flushed pink and covered in sweat, panting lightly.

I mentally growled. As much as I was enjoying this display, I knew I'd never be able to get these results from my darling Hikari. I didn't have the guts. No pun intended.

I felt his mind knock gently on my soul room door. I feigned "sleep", not wanting him to know I'd intruded on his private fantasy. I'd never gotten around to telling him I didn't sleep, that there was never a time I wasn't alert and monitoring his actions. I found out a lot more that way.

"Good morning," he called in that sweet husky voice of his, doing his pathetic best to shield the memory of his dream from my probing thoughts. As he opened the door, I felt his need sweep over me like a tidal wave, filling the corners of my soul room with liquid lust. I pretended not to notice, keeping my face impassive.

"What do you want?" I asked, feeling his hungry eyes upon my back, tracing the contours of my body.

"I just thought I'd wake you up this morning" he stated after a short hesitation. Bullshit. He'd never dare risking the wrath of his murderous Yami 'just because'. Nevertheless, I played along with his lie, hoping to unearth his true motive.

"Any particular reason?" I asked, raising my eyebrows in the manner of someone who is merely asking for the sake of asking the question, not for the answer. His cheeks quickly changed from a pale cream color to a deep maroon. Aah. So that was it.

"It's just that…you see…oh, never mind" he finished lamely. "Sorry to disturb you," he said before quickly bowing and making his way hastily out of the room.

His response confused me. I knew it must have something to do with the dream, thus the blush, but couldn't pinpoint what I thought he might have come in to…do. No. That couldn't be it. Even in this spirit form, we couldn't touch, and certainly couldn't do that. Then what could it have been?

My mind now overrun with answerless questions, I turned over. Life had just suddenly got very interesting.

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A/N: Whew! Another fic with an actual plot! What happened to random humor? I think I might have accidentally sat on my humor muses, cause all I can think up right now is philosophical crap. And angst. Damn you angst! *shakes fist* Anyway, hope you enjoyed. I'll update soon, if people like it.