Important Author's Note: This chapter is going to seem very short because most of it is the lemon and I'm just too lazy to actually write more to this. You'll just have to suffer… but wait… there's more! For those of you who want to read the lemon going to my site right now is pointless. I'm posting the entire story up on fosff dot net with my same user name as on here. Also, there is a link to the site on my profile, happy readings!

Treachery

Chapter Seven: Overcoming

The noises from below us had quieted down rather quickly and the house then returned to normal, or at least as normal as it could be with the additions to the house. I remained in the room but Bakura left to take care of his morning business and then have breakfast as well.

During Bakura's absence I thought about how school would go for me the next day. It would be hard to trust any one of my other friends now. Who knew what Tea and Tristan were really like or even Seto Kaiba? Who knew what evil things the other students could have in mind? For all I knew those girls that like to fawn over me could be plotting ways of their own torture. I knew these were paranoid thoughts, but everyone had become a threat to my safety.

With all the thoughts of school I realized that I still had homework that I hadn't even thought of over the weekend, so I pulled out my books and my assignments were finally started. When I had reached the halfway point of my Math assignment Bakura returned with a large cardboard box.

"What do you have there, Bakura?" I asked him as he brought the box to the bed.

"I don't care what Marik says, this is our room so I'm moving some of my stuff in here. Mostly, the things I don't want Marik to get his greedy hands on. I'm sure he'll be too distracted most of the time to go hunting in your room for anything."

"I see, I'll be sure to keep your stuff away from him when he's here." Bakura abandoned the box and he came up to lean over my shoulder.

"That's math, right?" He asked while his eyes skimmed over the detailed work, "Are you going to go to school tomorrow, Ryou? You don't have to if you feel uncomfortable."

"No, I'll be fine. I'll just bring the Ring with me." Bakura slumped against the back of the chair and he wrapped his arms about my shoulders.

"You can always stay home and we can, maybe, have some fun. I think you need someone to love you the right way." I dropped the pencil I held and I moved back to rest my head on his shoulder.

"It'd be nice if we could, but I don't really know." I brought my eyes to a close and I let my lips find their way to my loves neck. Simultaneously our hands moved to the other's face. I slid my hand down to rest on the opposite shoulder to the one I was working on and Bakura's hand began to move soothingly through my hair. I worked my way up Bakura's jaw and I let my curious tongue dart out to taste the pale skin for the first time since we became an item. I quickly found that I couldn't get enough of that taste and I was eager to taste Bakura's lips.

I pressed my lips to Bakura's and my tongue discovered that taste for itself; I had tasted this before, but it just didn't seem to be with as much intensity as it was now.

My Yami, figuring that I was asking for entrance to his mouth, parted his lips for me and I slowly slid my tongue along his lower lip a little deeper than before. I continued to move, this time in a circular motion, so I could remember exactly what kissing Bakura like this felt like.

Next I moved to feel the sharp points of Bakura's front teeth and I nearly recoiled upon sliding across one of Bakura's especially sharp fang-like teeth. Bakura's tongue reached out to mine and it coaxed me to move deeper; I knew Bakura was impatient with my hesitant exploration so I followed the command. I brushed the roof of his mouth with a little more courage while Bakura continued to move up against me in a much more brave curiosity than my own.

By then I hadn't nearly enough air to continue my exploration so I pulled back to reclaim what I had lost. Bakura smiled down at me and his lips were quickly reattached to another part of exposed skin. My chin was assaulted first, followed by my neck, and then down to just above the collar of my shirt.

"Ryou." Bakura muttered with a moan. His lips continued seeking a way to move lower, "Do you mind?" His hand trailed down from its place in my hair and it came to tug at the hem of my shirt, "Can I?" I pulled back slightly with a small grin before I removed the garment myself and it was tossed over to land in Bakura's box on the bed.

The hungry mouth of my Yami was reattached to my skin and he moved quickly over to a semi-hardened nipple. His lips engulfed the flesh there and I couldn't help but moan in pleasure when his tongue ran over it again and again. Bakura pulled back, leaving me with a long sloppy lick and a nip.

As Bakura moved around to the other side I realized that he must be uncomfortable leaning over like that. Before his lips could connect to my skin again I pushed him away and stood up, "Let's go to the bed." I crawled up and placed Bakura's box on the floor before I flung myself back onto the mattress. Bakura's eyes flew up my body, probably to take in the appearance of me ready and waiting for him to take me.

"Are you sure? Do you want to go this far? I don't know how well I can hold back if I were to see all of you." Bakura trailed off as did his eyes that had briefly met my own again.

"Bakura, I think I can handle this; I've wanted you for so long, and if I really have to I can call Marik. He'll come and help, but I don't think it'll be necessary. Just try your best to stop if I ask you to." Bakura nodded and he climbed over me.

"I promise you, Ryou. I want to make this good for you. Like your first time should have been, between you and I."

I shivered at the mention of my first time, but other than that I remained silent, and so did Bakura. He seemed to be awaiting instructions from me. With a slight frown I lifted myself up and onto my elbows and I managed to catch Bakura's roving eyes, "What do you think Marik will do about this? You know he'll be angry."

"It doesn't matter, Ryou, you're my boyfriend and not his. He can be angry all he wants but that fact won't change."

I shifted my eyes away, "But what if he turns his fists toward you like he does to Malik? You both fight a lot already and I don't want you hurt for this."

Bakura leaned forward to touch his nose to mine and a blush crossed my face, "We'll have to deal with it then, Ryou, other wise this may never happen for us and I don't want him to interfere in our relationship. He's just living with us as payment for saving you, there is nothing more. So just forget about him, ok?" I nodded and I let myself fall back on the bed, my arms lifted to fold around his neck and I pulled him to me for a kiss.

"Right; I love you Bakura, make me yours." Bakura's eyes flashed lustfully and he grinned down at me; his hands attached themselves to my pants and slowly he moved the garment down my hips. Eventually I had to lift myself up for him to continue.

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His name was uttered a final time before I gave way and landed upon him. Bakura gave a little 'oof' sound at the sudden extra weight before his arms came up to slide over my sweaty back, "Ryou, I love you."

"I love you too." Moments passed in which we regained our breath in silence. Bakura's hands ran slowly over my skin while I replayed the wonderful scene over and over again. Finally things seemed right; Bakura and I could be together forever.

A snarl was suddenly emitted from the being beneath me and I directed my gaze to the door. My eyes widened at Malik and I buried myself into the arms of my lover. Bakura rolled me off, finally pulling from my body, and he stood. His eyes were fixed in a glare on the blond and he took a stance that he could easily strike with, "What do you want?"

Malik looked horrid, he had a large bruise from the many times he had been struck across the face and it was obvious to me that he had endured a strangling as well. His hair was hardly in any particular place and his arms were littered with bruises from there Marik had held him and hit him, "Protection from that ass; he's pissed with what you've just done and I'm not going to suffer just because you took Ryou. You deal with it." Malik quickly shot to the other side of the room when the sound of Marik's approaching steps became apparent.

Bakura quickly pulled on pants before throwing the blankets over me. Within a few moments Marik stood in the doorway with an angry look directed at Bakura, but he didn't say a word. He did, however, stalk across the room to a frightened looking Malik.

Even though he struggled Malik's wrist was not freed and Marik turned back to the door passing Bakura with that same angered look, "Marik, please don't hurt Malik anymore. He's suffered for what he did." Marik connected eyes with me for the first time since his entrance and he dropped Malik. The beaten Egyptian hurried out of the room and he disappeared back to the main floor.

"He didn't hurt you, did he?" I was about to tell him to just leave Malik alone when I noticed Marik's eyes flick over to Bakura a moment before landing back on me.

"Yes, but only what couldn't be helped. There's no need to start anything." The second half of my words seemed to be ignored as the two continued to glare at each other. Their teeth flashed in warning before deep snarls were dealt and then Marik turned and stalked back down the stairs.

I sighed in relief and slipped out of bed. Bakura's eyes were turned back my way and he watched carefully while I dressed, "I think we should go with Marik and Malik to their home. They'll need clothes if they are to stay here, and then I have to come home and finish my homework. No pleasant interruptions this time, Bakura."

Bakura grinned playfully and ruffled my already disheveled hair, "I think you should stay here Ryou, I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands off of you." He leant down and I received a playful little lick to my cheek, "You're so irresistible."

"I would stay," I giggled, "but you and Marik will get into a fight. I'm going to come along in hopes of preventing that." We wandered down, hand in hand, and I headed for the door while Bakura passed into the living room.

I sat to put on my shoes while keeping an ear to the happenings in the other room, "Marik, leave him alone already." Bakura snarled, "Get up and get ready or I'll have to leave you two here so I can spend more alone time with Ryou."

Marik snarled in response, "I guess you'll have to be punished later for that little stunt of yours." A few moments later I watched as Marik strolled into the front hall after Bakura. He was hauling Malik after him and once Bakura had sat to put on his shoes Malik was tossed next to him to work on the same task.

I rose to my feet and stretched while Marik took up the position I had abandoned, "So, what 'little stunt' did Malik do?" I asked.

"Just as I was coming down the stairs I saw him heading out the front door." Marik reached out and roughly tussled Malik's hair, "And we all know that slaves aren't allowed to leave the house of their Master without permission." Malik grumbled and fixed his hair and he rose to his feet before me.

"Go ahead Malik." Bakura jeered, "Ask your Master for permission… or maybe you'd like to run around in rags instead."

"Give me the rags; I could simply rip them away to have easier access to that hot little passage that belongs to your lover." The expected outcome was Malik being plowed to the floor by Bakura, and he was. The two began to snarl and bite while I watched helplessly and Marik, who had regained his regular stance, watched with amusement.

"Stop!" I pleaded once more, and when my pleas failed again to stop a brawl I simply turned and stalked out of my home. In moments Marik was following.

He grinned and took my hand, "I guess he's the one stuck at home with Malik." I smiled up at him and we continued on to Malik's former home.

Sorry for the wait, I become EXTRA lazy in the summer but I'm trying really hard not to be. By the way, chapter eight is already in progress so, if I can keep from being so lazy, it might be a shorter wait.