Angel of Ice

Hey everyone, this is the 3rd chapter or angel of ice! I hope anyone who reads this far is really enjoying the story; hope to hear from you in the comments!

Bakura let out a very long sigh, would Conner ever come to see him again? Why in the name of Ra was he so freaking hard to find, the king of all thieves could locate any object! Human or otherwise. "Perhaps I'm just a little bit drunk." Bakura mumbled clumsily aloud. "I just have to see him tonight; it has already been so long; too long. I know he misses me!"

When Bakura stood up, he stumbled only for a couple of steps. If Conner wouldn't show up to see him at the bar where they had met, Bakura would have to go to him. That must be the disadvantage of sleeping with someone while you're drunk. The person knows where you live and if you drank enough, there will be no memories for you in the morning. 'Wait, what if he had awoke and couldn't remember me? The note had my name on it, didn't it? Shit, I can't even remember.' Thought a very distressed Bakura.

Had Conner awoken with a complete stranger in his bed, confused out of his mind? What had been his reaction when he figured out he had slept with another man? This would all be easier if he could remember if Conner had put Bakura's name on that damn note. It was the same note that sat at home in his desk drawer, hidden away from the likes of Marik and his evil mind. Why is it so hard to remember something important when you've only had a few drinks? 'Ok, so I had more than I usually do and so what if they were all stronger. I'm Egyptian baby!'

Snapping out of his thoughts, Bakura looked around. It was nearly pitch black out, there were only a few street lights on and none of the surrounding buildings looked even a little bit familiar to Bakura. 'Shit, where the hell am I?' Bakura thought in a clouded haze of confusion. Perhaps it wasn't a good idea to spend an hour, doing nothing but chugging down hard liquors. Why is it that, every time you get lost all the houses look the same?

Bakura stopped his drunken walk around the town, and plopped down on a street curb. Life seems easier when you're sitting down and just watching the cars go by. In fact, it's hard to even stay wake like this, no sounds could be heard accept the occasional car that passed by. 'I think that maybe I really did drink a little bit too much.' Bakura reasoned.

Sleeping on a curve in the middle of nowhere while lost and drunk is never a good idea, but Bakura felt his eyelids screaming in a different manor. Maybe a little rest would clear his mind from all that damn alcohol. He had just given up the fight and closed his eyes, when Bakura heard footsteps. 'Fuck, I hope that the person just walks by and keeps walking.' Bakura groaned inwardly when he heard the footsteps stop from just a few feet in front of him.

Whenever he seemed really drunk, the world always finds a way to keep him from falling to sleep. It had always been that way and because of that, Bakura usually tried not to drink large amounts of extra hard liquors. Usually is the key word in that sentence, because he obviously forgot about that little side effect today. Bakura felt a hand on his shoulder; it was light, caring and very delicate. 'Could it be? That's not even possible, is it?' Bakura opened his eyes and stared straight into those of his angel; Conner.

Suddenly Bakura felt awake; very awake. It hardly seemed possible that he met up with Conner here, in the absolute middle of nowhere. If this was a dream, he really didn't want to wake up! This wasn't a dream, his hand felt way too real. Bakura closed and opened his eyes once more, only to see the one he had been searching for, Conner his sweet angel of ice. A smile fell upon the drunken thief's face. It had felt like an entirety since he had last saw Conner.

Bakura felt his heart flutter, Conner was so gorgeous. Even while drunk, he could tell that there was nothing more in the world that he wanted then to be with Conner, once again. "Hey babe, wanna be together all night and have some damn awesome fun." Bakura slurred.

Conner smiled slightly, as he rubbed his hand over Bakura's shoulder. It was almost a soothing touch, yet it made Bakura ach with new found want and overwhelming desire. Conner leaned down and captured Bakura's lips in a kiss, which was deepened the moment they made contact. Bakura grabbed Conner by the shoulders and forced him down into a much hotter kiss. When Bakura finally let go, Conner's breath was hard and laboured. "Do you want to come back to my place and stay the night?" Conner asked with a slight blush present on his face.

Bakura's eyes widen and suddenly, he didn't feel so drunk any more. In fact, he felt more alive than he had in a very long time. He had waited for this day for weeks and he was ready to spend another night with Conner.

Before Bakura knew it, he was back in what he recognized as Conner's apartment. This place felt like home, even after only two visits. Conner tugged him over to the bed and mumbled something along the lines of, "You're drunk, why would you let yourself drink so much?"

Those words went straight through Bakura's heart like a sharp red arrow. Conner was worried about the likes of him, and what had he been doing in his depression? He had drunk bottle after bottle of liquor since he had seen Conner last. He didn't deserve Conner's worry; he was nothing but dirt or grime. 'I don't deserve to even be in Conner's presence, let alone his apartment!' Bakura thought with much distain.

With a now heavily depressed heart, Bakura started to pull himself off the bed. 'I don't want him to see me like this; I'm too much of a mess!' Suddenly, Bakura felt a hand on the back of his shirt. The feeling had been so light, such a small, sweet gesture. Bakura felt the hand shake lightly, a voice that was no more than a whisper could be heard; "Wait, please stay."

Those three small words were all it took for Bakura to turn around and give Conner a deep kiss. Bakura had wanted this since he had left the last time, it felt so right to be with Conner. Their bodies went together so well, and it felt great. Bakura thought with a smile; 'Tonight will be a night to remember and I definitely wouldn't let Conner forget about it.'

That's the 3rd chapter, please tell me what you think about it!