Heeeeeey! It's me, Melody! And I'm here with a new chapter. And I'm super excited to upload this one, because it contains...drumroll pleeeaaaseee! Wow, no drumroll? ._. Plot! Beautiful, Gorgeous, Amazing plot! Makes da world go round. Anyways, please R&R. And boo hiss, I have to take pills because I haz a diet disorder/lack of proper vitamins ;-; WTF?! I eat all the stuff that Disney food chart said to! D:

FAQ: Malik is the hikari, Marik is the yami.

Warning(s): This chapter contains language (but not a lot of at as Bakura wasn't in it so much xD), and kinda a bit of molestation cause this creepy dude licks Ryou and Malik's ears, but that's as... Molest'y as it gets in this chapter, I promise.

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Disclaimer: If I owned Yu-Gi-Oh, I'd be to busy rejoicing and making everyone in it gay as hell.

Sorry for the shortness if this is considered short, and don't worry, I'm working on another story for another fandom. Oh, and I did my best to spell check it, so please don't be angry as a bull in an empty china shop if you see a mistake ;-; Now, I shall go eat Macaroni and Cheese! Tally-ho!

The door swung open to reveal the yami known as Marik, who smirked when he noticed Malik's slight fear that was carried by violet eyes. "Bakura says I'm sleeping in his room, so I came here to wish you both goodnight." He said casually as if they were all a family and he was going to tuck them in. "G-Goodnight." Ryou whispered quietly, using the corners of his eyes to check to see if Malik did the same. "Goodnight." Malik mumbled as well, sighing in relief as the door once again slammed in place.

"Ready for bed?" Ryou asked, laying out a pair of his pajamas for Malik to wear. Malik frowned slightly, "No, not really...Marik insisted we...You know, before we left." Ryou nodded with sympathy as he handed Malik a towel and the fresh pajamas. His usual kind smile, which Malik hadn't seen throughout his whole time in the house, graced his face as he walked over to the bathtub to fill it up. Then his smile fell, replaced by a crestfallen face. "Bakura doesn't allow me to use hotwater in showers,"He said sadly as he put some soap into the water, "He says I'd use it all up because I'm so pure and I can't get dirty." It was Malik's turn to be sympathtic as he walked over quickly to Ryou and sat down, placing a comforting hand his friend's shoulder. In an attempt to lighten the mood, Malik grabbed a handful of bubbles and placed them on his head. Ryou giggled. Soon they were both giggling and forgot all about the bath until Ryou remembered, quickly apologized to Malik, and left the bathroom so he could take a bath.

"Thanks for letting me shower," Malik said as he walked out of the bathroom. "I can rarely do it at home." Ryou's eyes looked at him once more with kindness as he pulled back the covers on the bed. As he started walking out of the room, Malik noticed he was going away and quickly rushed up to him. "Ryou? Where are you going?" He asked curiously. Ryou faced Malik, "Oh, just to get some extra blankets so I can sleep on the floor." He answered quickly. Malik nodded and sat on the bed, awaiting Ryou's arrival. Wait! I'm supposed to protect him! Malik remembered, and immediatly sat up to follow the whitette.

Ryou had a small smile on his face as he remembered he and Malik laughing. "I wish that had been me and Bakura..." He whispered sadly, imagining how happy Yugi and Atemu must be together. As he quietly pulled some covers down from a shelf, Ryou heard a glass breaking noise. He froze in fear for a moment, than dived under something as fast as possible. He tried to tell himself it was just Bakura breaking a beer bottle, but it couldn't be. He would've heard Bakura yell almost immediatly after that. "See 'em?" A gruff voice asked. Ryou shook with fear. They sounded like criminals. If they were, he was in trouble-Malik. Malik didn't know they were here, and he knew Malik probably followed him after he left the room.

"Try under stuff, this house ain't big." Another voice said and begain flipping over the couch cushions, throwing them against the walls. "I'll try under the table." A man offered, and Ryou saw his brown shoes come towards him. He shrank back as fast as possible, trying to get away from the man. As the man peered under, he saw an afraid, and very beautiful looking boy. He stuck his arm out to grab Ryou's wrist, but Ryou slipped away and out from the table, running as fast as he could. He felt a hand snap onto his ankle and yank. He cried out as his feet fell from under him, struggling to get back up until a familiar milk-chocolate-colored hand snatched his own milky white one. He look up to see Malik, trying his best to prevent Ryou from being taken away.

Where are the yamis? Malik thought angrily as he tried to keep Ryou with him, gently but firmly holding on to his wrist. "Who are you?" Malik asked with a grunt as he finally managed to free Ryou from the man's grip. The man sat up and grinned. "You'll find out later." He replied with a devious smirk, hinting that these men were not just ordinary thieves; they were looking for someone, not something. As he approached them, Malik and Ryou began backing away. Out of the corner of his eye, Malik noticed Ryou was shaking violently, tears already formed in his innocent brown eyes. "What do you want?" Malik questioned, eyes narrowing when the man laughed. His eyes flickered with an emotion known as lust. "Originally, we were only supposed to get this boy," He jerked his thumb in Ryou's direction, "But now... Maybe we can score another one as well." The manbehind him greedily nodded his head.

"Don't hurt Malik please..." Ryou said quietly, though audible to those in the room. The man raised an eyebrow curiously, "What, are you two lovers or something?" Both of the men laughed at this. "No," Ryou answered, hoping this would avert the two men's targets onto him once more, "But I don't w-want to involve a-anyone else." At this, Malik looked at Ryou with a surprised expression. In these situations, Ryou rarely spoke up, let alone defend someone else due to his shy nature. To say Malik was proud of him was to say the least. Finally, a loud crashing noise could be heard from upstairs, which was recognized as glass breaking. This time, Ryou knew it was Bakura and was actually a bit more relaxed, knowing his yami would probably come downstairs soon.

The man sensed Ryou's comfort and smirked. "You're right, we can't get you this time." He leaned forward so his head was in-between Malik's and Ryou's. "But count on this, we will." Ryou yelped as he felt something warm and wet lick his ear hungrily, then it left his ear, leaving it wet and cold. Ryou heard another yelp and could only assume it was Malik and that the sadistic man was molesting him as well. The man leaned back once more, smirking once again in triumph at their scared facial expressions. The two men casually walked out the door as if they were coming and going guests, leaving a very torn and ruined living room. As soon as they had gone, Ryou began sobbing. Malik gave him a comforting hug in an attempt to lighten his friend's spirits, but it only seemed to make him sob harder, clutching onto Malik as if he was the last thing Ryou had left. And in a way, he was.

The next morning, Ryou tried not to cry as he watched Malik and Marik leave. The blonde had been so kind and comforting to him during the short stay, Ryou now felt as if he couldn't live without him. "Ryou." He jumped as he heard his own name being said by the one person who had not said it in many years. He whipped around to see Bakura, standing there with his arms crossed, though he thankfully did not look angry. "Y-Yes?" Ryou stammered, hoping he hadn't burnt something in breakfest or that he looked okay. Bakura gave a sigh. "Malik told me what happened last night." He informed him, searching Ryou's face for a reaction. "O-Oh..." Ryou mumbled quietly as he recalled last night's events. Bakura's eyes narrowed at Ryou's short reply. "Who was it?" He asked slowly, his voice giving away his anger.

Ryou began shaking until Bakura grabbed his shoulders to prevent him doing so. "Who was it?"He asked again, lifting Ryou's face up so he could look into his eyes. Ryou sighed a little, "I do not know. It was only his henchmen that came last night." Bakura rolled his eyes, "No. Tell me who's behind it all." Ryou gulped slightly, making sure not to meet his yami's gaze.

"I really don't know for sure-"

"Ryou."

"B-But it could be one of my father's rivals or s-something, right?"

Ryou nearly sighed with relief as Bakura seemed pleased with this answer, but the relief faded when Bakura's eyes narrowed once again. "Did he touch you?" Bakura asked through gritted teeth, making sure to emphasize the last two words. Ryou nodded his head slightly. His eyes narrowed more, "Where?" Ryou motioned to his ear, shuddering at the rememberance of the man's tongue on his ear lobe, eyes filling with tears. And then, something happened that Ryou had only felt in his wildest dreams.

I'm beginning to think I enjoy writing cliffhangers :3 Anyways, please R&R if you can. I'd appreciate it, considering that means someone took the time to write a review for my lonely currently-reviewless fic. Oh, and I'll upload the next chapter later today as I already have it written out. Gotta go finish meh lunch, AKA Mac and Cheese! Audios!~Melody