A/N: So, this chapter is special, not just because it's never-before-read material, but also because it contains a cameo by the song this story was named after, "Everything"! It's such a romantic song and it just suits these two in that mushy fangirl way...

Disclaimer: Not Mine!

He didn't ask him out again, at least, not at school. They tried to act naturally around each other the next day but it was impossible when all Ryou could think about was the fact that he kissed him then ran for it and all Marik could think about was how much he wanted to kiss him again.

He desperately wanted to ask him out again but was certain you were supposed to wait a couple days before going in for a second date. The wait was slowly driving him crazy. He managed to distract himself all afternoon, though Rishid seemed suspicious of his absentmindedness, and he knew he was going to have to work on that.

In the end, he found himself cutting the engine as he sat in Ryou's driveway, staring up at the lit up house speculatively after checking thoroughly for his father's car. One of the upstairs windows was open, curtain flapping in the strong breeze under large stormy clouds that looked ready to break open at any moment.

He cranked up the CD he'd been playing quietly from the music system, pushing a button to roll down all the windows. Getting out, he leaned against the driver's door, arms folded comfortably to hide how he was waiting impatiently for Ryou to appear.

Certainly if he was home, which was indicated by the bright lights coming from the upstairs window, he'd be able to hear the obtrusive music. He made himself relax but couldn't help grinning slightly when a familiar face nearly hidden under a shock of white hair poked out the window, looking down curiously.

Raising a hand lazily, he beckoned the other boy down, and the smile that lit up his face made waiting for these past couple days suddenly so worth it.

Ryou disappeared from the window and looked into the mirror anxiously for a minute. Ok, so he looked the same as always, if anything his hair was even worse than usual after spending an hour studying for tomorrow's science test with his hands knotted inside his locks with frustration.

Outfit wise? Loose jeans with a hole in one knee and ragged bottoms, a rumpled button down black shirt rolled up to his elbows...yah, definitely sexy.

Not.

Giving a groan of frustration he gave up and just raced down the stairs, skidding down the driveway where Marik had disappeared back inside his car since the clouds overhead were beginning to spit. He shivered, not a superstitious person, but even to him that seemed like classic pathetic fallacy.

Opening the door as it started to rain more heavily he threw himself inside, closing it quickly behind him.

"Hey," he said a little breathlessly from his run through the house, turning to face Marik with bright eyes.

Marik chuckled lightly, turning down the music and raising the windows to keep out the rain while not deafening them. Rather than starting the car, he simply put his feet up on the dashboard, folding his hands behind his head.

"I take it I surprised you," he commented and Ryou blushed as Marik's eyes appraised him playfully. There was something different about him today, though he couldn't quite place it yet. Meanwhile, all Marik could think was wow the difference between his skin and shirt was hot, so pale it seemed to glow against the dark fabric softly.

"Surprised but in a good way, I'm so sick of studying," he agreed enthusiastically and Marik smiled, tearing his eyes from the other boys collar.

"Science?" He questioned and Ryou nodded, cocking his head curiously so the crazy mane of hair shifted to one side as well though it stuck up in places randomly like it had a mind of its own.

"Anzu kept talking about how Mutou-san was helping her get ready for it," he grumbled slightly with a small eye roll that Ryou couldn't help thinking was cute.

"I would say it's cute but you'd just tell me it was only cute the first time, after that it was just annoying," he replied and Marik smirked contentedly at how well Ryou could call his reaction.

"You would say? I'm pretty sure you just did," he challenged anyways, lavender eyes shifting to the side. Ryou felt breathless all over again. That smirk was definitely one of his sexier expressions.

"Fair enough," he admitted though it just made Marik smugger. Listening to the silence for a minute Ryou realized it wasn't fully silent, not just because of the rain in the background but also the music Marik had coaxed him out with. It sounded familiar...jazz?

And I can't believe, uh that I'm your man, and I get to kiss you baby just because I can. Whatever comes our way, ah we'll see it through, And you know that's what our love can do.

After listening for a moment he recognized the song.

"Michael Buble," he said out loud in surprise and received a raised eyebrow for his trouble. "You actually listen to Michael Buble music?" He continued; too surprise to check the words that just came out of his mouth naturally.

"We're doing his version of 'Cry Me a River'. And I'm not picky about what I listen to as long as it has a rhythm and lyrics that actually mean something I can understand," he explained, and for once the sentence was more than an answer; it was the start of a conversation.

From there it spread out, covering ground that moved from music to food which Ryou was very enthusiastic about to Marik's delight. The look in his shining eyes when he started talking about different types of cheeses was just too cute to pass up on.

It didn't matter that Marik knew next to nothing about fine cuisine or much else outside of your basic meal foods, he listened when Ryou talked and absorbed the information with interest even if he wasn't super obvious about it.

He even talked about some of the traditional Egyptian dishes. Ryou admitted he'd never really tried foods outside of Japan but that he had a fantasy of sitting at a long white table with a hundred different famous dishes from all around the world.

Marik casually asked if he envisioned having anyone else there, and Ryou thought for a moment before saying he wouldn't mind having someone else there if they were willing to listen attentively to him babble about food even hours after dinner already passed.

The shy look accompanying his words clued Marik on the fact that that was Ryou's more subtle way flirting. Even though Marik was a very physical person he had one thing to say about that: that when Ryou gave his nervous honest to goodness giggle when he was trying to be serious, it was a hundred percent cute.

As for Ryou, he couldn't help some nervous giggles, even though he found it embarrassing, because he had figured out what was different about Marik. It wasn't just that he was clearly more comfortable and relaxed, it was that he seemed honestly happy to be there, not to mention far more flirtatious and even playful at times.

Time seemed to fly as they moved from the conversation on food to Ancient Egyptian history which Marik knew quite a bit about. The topic made Ryou a little nervous and he touched his chest lightly once, feeling the millennium ring beneath his shirt and how cold and still it was.

There was nothing living inside it anymore, it was no more than a pendant, a sign of when his father actually loved him. Marik liked that Ryou listened avidly, commenting frequently and asking more questions.

By the time he had glanced at the clock again, lulled by the enjoyable conversation and the sound of rain deflecting off the roof and doors all around them, he was shocked to see how late in the evening it was. Ishizu might be worrying about him since he just said he was going for a drive.

Unlikely, since he often pulled disappearing acts to calm his mind and sort past from present, but she went through her irrational moments, stuck between being his sister, his friend, and his mother.

Their relationship was complicated to say the least.

Ryou took a deep breath, watching Marik who had fallen comfortably silent again without bothering to hide his stare while Marik looked out the blurry window shield distractedly as though deep in thought. Even then, a small smile played around his lips and it made Ryou wonder.

He'd been trying to gather his nerves all evening to ask and now seemed as good a time as ever.

"Marik?" He questioned, and the sound of his name rolling off the others tongue, short but sweet without its honorific got Marik's attention immediately.

"Ryou," he responded playfully, and the other narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"You've been in a really good mood today...not that you're usually unhappy but not quite so cheerful either. Did something happen?" He questioned, crossing his fingers that he hadn't overstepped the invisible line that got just a little thinner each time they saw each other.

Marik actually looked pleased he'd noticed, smirking as he glanced down at Ryou's hands in his lap with sly eyes. Picking up his hand pointedly, Ryou flushed, uncrossing his fingers when he raised an eyebrow in a silently teasing way.

Marik put his hand back down but let his rest on top, which did unhealthy things to Ryou's heart. They'd kissed, twice now, yet sort of holding hands made his heart race? Well, appreciating the small things in life was always his specialty.

Holding his breath again, he flipped his hand and slid his fingers through Marik's, glancing shyly towards him. The other was looking forward once more, feet still comfortably up on the dashboard, but his smile was there, far more noticeable than his devastating smirk since this expression was softer and more romantic.

Ryou let out his held breath as quietly as he could before deciding to push his luck just a little more.

"So did it?" He asked and Marik turned his head just a little to face him.

"Did something happen to put me in a better mood?" He reiterated questionably and Ryou nodded. "Rishid, my adopted brother of sorts, had the day off today. He came to see my nee-san, Ishizu, and I this afternoon. I haven't seen him for more than a few minutes over the past two weeks so it was...nice," he said for lack of better word. From the far off smile on his face Ryou gathered his family was very important to him.

After a long pause he added quietly, "He noticed I was in a good mood to. I decided to make it last longer by coming here."

"Why here?" Ryou blurted, shocked at his words.

Marik hesitated a moment then simply said, "I like you."

Ryou felt his grip tighten on his smaller hand and could feel the goofy smile on his own face though he couldn't seem to make himself get rid of it. He liked him? Marik liked him! Scooting closer on the seat Ryou leaned his head on the other boy's shoulder delicately, feeling the warmth of his skin and the surprised flex of the muscle through his layer of hair.

Marik relaxed after a moment beneath the affectionate gesture, pulling Ryou's hand closer to him to rest on his thigh gently as he marvelled at the other boy. Though Ryou didn't seem to be a physical person like Marik his gesture clearly said: I like you to.

It amazed him that the other boy could be so sensitive in his own way, knowing when to probe and when to just let something go.

"I didn't even take you anywhere," he muttered out loud, realizing that as far a date went this was pretty low on the 'romantic' scale.

"Doesn't matter, I like the rain," Ryou replied contentedly, not moving his head from his shoulder.

"Why?" Marik asked, pulling back a little form their partial embrace to look at Ryou questioningly. He sat up a little in response, smiling sheepishly.

"Well...I know it's weird, but I've always found it sort of romantic," he replied nervously, rubbing the back of his head as a flash of colour lit his cheeks then faded away. Marik would never get tired of that expressive alabaster skin.

It said so much more than the liars all around him.

"Alright, out of the car," he said and Ryou looked startled.

"What?"

"Come on!" Marik called encouragingly, door already open as he stepped out into the downpour. Ryou had no idea where he was going with this but figured if he wanted to know he'd have to get out. Opening his own door, his hair fell flat under the constant stream of water from the heavens, the only time it did so, sticking to his shoulders and back leaving white swirls across his black shirt.

"Marik?" He called as loudly as he dared then saw the other boy leaning against the hood of the car, white teeth flashing against tan skin as he grinned. The sky was dark from clouds but a light grey glow indicated that the sun hadn't set completely yet.

"Remind me why you like this again?" Marik asked dryly, shivering under the cold fingers that crawled down his shirt against his bare chest and arms. He was already drenched.

"It's romantic," Ryou replied with a small adorable pout.

"Ah, that's right," Marik said, lifting a hand to touch one of his sleek white locks, curling it around his finger suggestively. "Hm...I prefer the beach, but this will do," he added then switched his grip to Ryou's face, fingers spread from his cheek bone to his jaw firmly before leaning in to kiss him.

The kiss was tentative and still curious, but Marik felt like he was getting more familiar with Ryou's lips on his despite how cold they were now. Always soft and relaxed as they brushed against his before he pushed forward more eagerly, his pale fingers curling shyly around Marik's waist as they continued kissing growing from experimental to confident.

Marik cranked it all the way up to personal as he parted lips around his lower lip, tongue flicking out to slide against it flirtatiously. Even that touch was firm even in its non-aggressiveness and Ryou found himself not minding at all, breath hitching in his throat.

Marik pulled away after their tongues had a chance to greet each other playfully, deciding they had gone far enough. It wasn't that he wanted to stop or had a problem with going farther; he just thought that Ryou probably did.

He wasn't one to say something so Marik had to be mindful of his boundaries. The innocent boy was just so...innocent. It would be a crime to push him too far.

"So the beach, huh? We'll have to try that some time," Ryou said after a long silence of simply staring at each other, his hands still on the others waist while Marik's strong but gentle hand still cupped his cheek.

Marik laughed and the husky sound sent shivers all through Ryou that had nothing to do with the cold rain, his breath making clouds in the air in front of him.

"Sure," he agreed the only way he knew how then kissed Ryou again just once softly on the lips to show he meant it before releasing his love interest and returning to his car while Ryou simply stood there looking a little like a drowned kitten in the rain.

He waved Marik all the way down the street, pale skin shining like a beacon in the rapidly darkening air till he was out of sight. Sighing happily to himself he promised silently that he'd call Miho and tell her all about it...later.

For now he just wanted to stand in the rain, hugging himself and thinking about how the weather really was romantic.

A/N: Did this chapter get an 'awe' out of anyone? I hope so; it was definitely pretty fluff-tastic! Alright here's a challenge...what was people's favourite lines? You don't have to copy and paste if you don't want to, just vaguely reference, I'd love to know! ;D

Here's a preview for the next chapter:

But it was a big deal; everyone knew the third date was a big deal. Some people thought it meant you should have sex, while others thought it made you official if you made it through the first three dates without harm.

Since Marik 'asked him' on the other two he figured it was his turn to make the first move. Did it have to be for the third date though?

Woot, next up is 'the' third date! Things get fluffier and somewhat more intense and did I mention there would be family involved? Oh yes, it's gonna be a fun one! Tune in next week!