A/N: So.. Chapter eight? I'm pretty sure that's it. I killed Bakura. Neheheheh. Nothing much to say here.. At all... Except... Life. God. Enjoy~. OH YEAH, lots of sex. Sexy sex everywhere.
Chapter Eight: The Broken and Unspoken
Ryou's POV
A scream tore itself from my throat around the same time that strong hands forced me to turn away from the tragedy unfolding before my eyes. I heard his words, carried back on the wind. They only made me cry harder.
Several screams echoed mine as I was forced against Yami's chest. I heard the breaks squeal and something smack against the pavement hard enough to crush bones.
Bakura.
"No!" I shrieked. I told myself he wasn't someone worth mourning, but that wasn't right. His apology was sincere.
"Oh my god!"
"Someone call an ambulance! I think he's dead!"
Everyone was screaming so loud, I could hear them though Yami had placed his hands over my ears. Everything happened quickly after that. Sirens wailed, people sobbed, the school administrator's tried to force everyone back as tape was laid. Yami was pulling us backwards, away from the chaos, towards the school. I felt completely numb as he ushered me through the halls and out of the back door. My legs gave out eventually, and he began to carry me.
Bakura is dead.
The words circulated over and over. What had he seen? I'd never know.
I wasn't sure I wanted to.
"What's your name?" Yami asked finally. I stared at him.
"Huh?"
He sighed. "What's your name?"
"Ryou Bakura. What kind of stupid-"
"What is my name?"
I stared at him. What the hell? Bakura was dead and he was asking what his fucking name was? "Yami Sennen."
He nodded and set me down, holding my hand out and watching it shake. "I thought you were going into shock."
I sighed and sat heavily, throwing myself back onto the grass. "I just watched a man die. Don't I have a right to?"
"Do you feel like you need to go to the hospital?"
I thought. I was completely torn apart, upset, and shaken... But far from losing myself to shock. I looked up at him, fresh tears forming. "Yami, I-"
"Excuse me, Ryou Bakura?"
I screamed at the strange voice. Okay, maybe I was more shaken than I cared to let on. The cop stepped closer and held his hands out.
"I understand you're scared. I won't hurt you." he murmured. "They told me you'd run this way."
I clutched my chest and nodded. "Yes. I am he."
He nodded and sat beside me, throwing a glance at Yami. My lover looked stoic with his arms crossed and an expressionless face. I knew Bakura had been his friend at one time; was he hurting?
"I understand you knew Mr. Bakura on an... Intimate level?" he asked, looking uncomfortable. He nodded and scribbled something down. "Do you know why he killed himself?"
"He saw something. He shoved something out of the way. But there was nothing there."
The cop looked bewildered. That obviously wasn't the answer he was looking for. "Um... You don't think it was due to guilt?"
I closed my eyes. "Guilt?" I repeated dumbly. I wanted to sleep.
"You... Don't know?"
I opened my eyes and looked at him. "Know what?"
He sighed. "Do you ever recall a time when Bakura... Went away?"
Yami stepped forward. "He said his parent's were sending him to camp for awhile. I've known him longer than Ryou. We just moved here about two weeks ago."
The cop scoffed. "His parent's didn't send him anywhere. Bakura has been emancipated since he was fifteen. Which is why he was tried as an adult for the manslaughter case."
Yami looked like someone had slapped him. "Murder?" we repeated at the same time. The cop looked incredulous. He couldn't believe we'd never heard of this.
"The case of vehicular manslaughter involving Yuugi Mutou."
Marik's POV
Honda's house was a lot bigger than mine.
A lot.
"What the hell? Are you parent's drug lords?" I asked as I stepped through the doorway. He laughed and tugged me forward.
"No. Psychiatrists."
Bullshit.
"Right. Psychiatrists. Those still give out drugs, don't they? You don't know, man. This is a really... big... house. This isn't even a house. This is a fucking... Kaiba Mansion."
I'd never been inside the CEO's place, per say, but everyone passed it. Everyone knew who he was.
And his house was fucking huge.
"Marik, seriously. It's just a house. I don't even like how big it is. It gets lonely."
He handed me a glass of tea that I accepted gratefully. I was still panting from exerting myself at the park and forcing Honda down the slide so many times. He still had dirt on his ass. I sniggered.
"You should change your pants. Or shower. Or both!"
He narrowed his eyes at me. "Mhm... Is that so?" he muttered at he placed his hands on either side of me, trapping me against the counter. I swallowed as he lowered his head to my neck and nipped at the tanned flesh there. I placed my hands against his chest and splayed my fingers out over the shirt. He lifted his head and looked at me, something burning within the depth of his eyes that was like an electric jolt straight to my groin.
"Are your parents home?" I whispered against his cheek. He wound his arms around my waist.
"No. They're off.. Drug lording."
I jumped up on the counter, legs wrapping around Honda and tugging him forward. He hummed and claimed my lips, tongue pressing against mine, bringing it out to play. I moaned. This was so different than it was with Bakura. With him, it was all about dominance. But Honda seemed like equality.
He pressed back against me, rocking our hips together as his hands gripped my waist and his lips moved to my neck once more.
"We can just mess around." he murmured, absolutely sincere. I knew he was. I knew Honda was incapable of lying to me. It hurt me, to know how long he'd cared and I was always completely oblivious. I sighed and threw my head back, rocking my hips a bit faster.
"I want you inside of me." I murmured at last. He groaned and tore my shirt away, lips on my chest before I could even blink. I gasped breathlessly and laid back on the counter, pulling him with me. Were we really about to fuck in his kitchen?
"The table is bigger, you know." he whispered against my neck. I moaned and arched as his hand slid into my jeans.
"Bed?"
He shook his head. "Three hallways away. Can't make it."
His fingers wrapped around my flesh, stroking and massaging. I gasped as his fingers slid over the head, collecting precum. I was already this hard?
"Table, table."
I didn't want to fall off of the counter. He picked me up and nearly ran into the dining room, knocking the center piece aside before laying me down and unbuttoning my jeans. I lifted my hips as he tugged them down. I blushed as he looked on unabashed at my nether regions. He threw my legs over his shoulder and engulfed my member in his all too eager mouth. I cried out and clawed at the table before gripping his shoulders. He deep-throated me and swallowed around me, while his tongue licked along pulsing veins.
"Honda... Nng..." I panted and writhed. "Oh gods... Don't stop..."
He hummed and swallowed again, while his nails scratched over my thighs lightly. I made a chocked noise and came, hot spurts coating Honda's mouth before I could warn him. "I'm... Sorry..."
He looked up at me, milky essence still on his lips. He made sure I watched as that sinful tongue came out to lick it up before he swallowed. I groaned and sat up, tugging his shirt over his head in between kisses.
"You're already making me hard again." I hissed against his collar bone. He grabbed my hands and pressed them to his groin.
"Yeah, well you see what you're doing to me." he returned. I gripped the crotch of his jeans lightly, palming his member. His eyes drifted shut as my fingers quickly undid the clasp on his jeans to slip inside. He tugged them down his hips as my fingers made their way into his boxer's waistband. I tugged them down quickly, tossing them away and nibbling on his lips as my hand wrapped around the base to stroke from bottom to head.
"Marik..." he whispered, sinking his teeth into my shoulder. I gasped and pulled back.
"I need you, now." I whispered urgently, laying back and opening my legs. He held up three fingers, eyes glazed slightly. I sucked on them, using my tongue to urge him on. He trembled and slid the digits down my body to my entrance, looking up at me. I nodded as the first was slid in, wincing slightly. I wasn't sore anymore, not like I had been those first few days after Bakura, but my muscles had relaxed once more.
Another finger followed, I closed my eyes. I felt him, brushing feather-light kisses over my face, whispering things. I relaxed enough for the third finger, crying out softly. I tried to keep my voice down, so I wouldn't worry Honda.
"Marik, just hold on."
He curled his fingers and I arched off of the table. "Oh, yes!"
He smiled and withdrew his fingers, spitting on his hand and rubbing it over his cock. I shivered as he drew me into his lap. I was riding?
I sat up on my knees, lowering myself onto him as he guided me. I groaned lowly as he filled me, stretching me.
"Gods... You're... Tight." he gritted out between clenched teeth. I hummed and sat still for a moment before lifting myself up and falling back down. I cried out as he struck my prostate, continuing to bounce. My nails dug into his back as he laid me down and continued to thrust into me quickly. I moaned and panted his name when he began stroking my need.
"Ah.. Honda... I'm gonna..." I panted. He nodded and crushed his lips to mine, thrusting in extra hard and moving his thumb over the slit of my cock. He swallowed the cry of his name as I came, arching dramatically. Before I'd even finished completely, I felt his essence coat my insides. He groaned lowly and dropped his head onto my shoulder. He continued to thrust lazily until we'd both ridden out our orgasms. I winced as he pulled out, laying beside me.
"That was amazing." he said finally. I nodded and rolled over to hug him just as my phone rang.
"Dammit, I am trying to enjoy my orgasm!" I cried. Honda laughed and rolled to grab my phone and handed it back. Ryou.
"Hello?"
He started screaming immediately. "Yami ran out, and Bakura... He killed him! But now he's dead so it doesn't matter! I watched him die! Bakura got hit by a car! But I can't find Yami! He's so angry!"
"Bakura is dead? What?" I gasped. Honda gasped.
"Yes."
"Why did Yami leave? Who did Bakura kill?"
A pause. A breath.
"Yuugi."
Yami's POV
To say rage boiled through my veins would have been an understatement.
My legs pushed me further away from Ryou, to my house. I slammed in through the door, unsure of what to do. I paced back and forth, breathing heavily, fisting my hair.
What the fuck? What the fuck, what the fuck! Bakura should be lucky he's dead.
All that time. He saw me when I refused to eat. He helped carry the fucking coffin! All this time, I'd assumed him to be grieving. He wasn't grieving.
He was guilty.
I let out an enraged cry, throwing over the shelf beside me. Pictures shattered; I didn't care. The sound of chaos and violence was what I needed. I screamed again and flew through my front door, towards Exile.
I needed to fight.
I flung the doors open and ran down the steps, standing still for just a moment.
"Oh? What's this? Another one a' them faggots?" some drunken man slurred. He was probably referring to my leather attire and various bracelets and such.
"I'm sorry?" I ground out, stepping closer. He smiled and laughed.
"You like boys, don't you? You like fuckin' ass!" he crowed. I smiled grimly, taking another step closer.
"As a matter of fact, I do. Stand up." I put my fists up, feet shoulder length apart. His eyes narrowed.
"You challenging me, son?" he growled.
"I thought that would have been obvious, moron."
He lunged for me, but I was smaller, quicker. I turned around and smashed my fist against his cheek before swinging the other one and clipping his nose. He cried out and fell back, but immediately pushed himself back up. I smirked.
"Not giving up?"
"I'll be damned before a let some geiboi beat me." he snarled. I jumped aside and kicked his leg out from under him as he regained balance. He fell hard again and I sat atop him, fist flying.
Both hands took turns hitting each side of his face. I was breathing harder than he was, far more enraged. I only stopped when he fell limp, unconscious. I knew I hadn't done any real damage. He'd wake up, alone, sore, but fine. He'd never be able to find me.
The anger in me subsided and gave way to something new, something raw. Horrible, gut-wrenching betrayal.
I needed Ryou.
I sobbed and stood, climbing back up the stairs.
He was already there when I opened the door.
"Oh thank god! Where have you been? I was so... Wait... What?"
He took in the tears on my face, my rumbled clothes. "I... took care of my anger. That's all. I just... Ryou."
I breathed his name and fell into his open arms. He was so soft and good and right.
"I... Ryou. Don't leave me." I begged. I didn't know what was wrong. His hands tightened around my arms and he began to cry with me.
"I won't. I won't."
I kissed him then, pouring all of my pain and regrets into it. He moaned and kissed me harder, climbing into my lap. His hands shoved my jacket off of my frame as he ground down into me.
"Don't stop, Ryou." I hissed as I bit and nipped at his neck. I needed to be close to him, to let his light eradicate my pain. He rocked back and forth, head thrown back in ecstasy. I slid his shirt off of his frame, lips latching onto a nipple as he continued to gyrate against my groin. I licked and nipped until it was hard, moving to the other then. His fingers worked on my belts, sliding them through loops before throwing them away. He opened my jeans sliding them down my hips and moving between my legs. His lips surrounded my member and he began to suck with incredible vigor.
"Ah... Hah..." I panted. He smirked around my flesh, dragging his teeth up the shaft lightly. He moved away with a pop, ripping his jeans down. He turned away from me on the floor, completely naked, shaking his ass.
"Yami..." he purred. I groaned and slid behind him, hands lightly massaging his flesh as I licked along his spine. He groaned and arched down, moving his butt again against my hands.
"Aren't you impatient?"
He turned to look at me, lust in his eyes. "You started it. Now fucking finish it."
I pulled back and positioned myself, roughly shoving in. His walls clenched around me as a keening moan left his lips. I'd hit his prostate on the first thrust.
"Move!" he ordered. I hissed. This passionate side of Ryou was going to make me lose my mind. I moved, slamming in and out quickly. I only flipped us when his arms and legs would no longer hold us. I lifted his hips and continued to move in and out. He clawed the floor with one hand while the other fisted his own member. I moaned lowly.
He was so damn hot sometimes.
"Yami... I'm gonna... Oh, gods... Yami!" he shrieked. Literally. I fell forward and sank my teeth into his shoulder as I came violently. All energy left me as I pulled out and tugged him to my chest.
"Ryou..."
"I know, Yami. Just sleep."
Seto's POV
"Oh god... oh..." I cried. Mariku slammed in one more time before we both came. He collapsed beside me.
"I think we have too much sex." I said at last. Mariku grinned.
"You love it."
I sighed and tugged my jeans up before throwing my shirt on. He dressed and stumbled to the door of my office to unlock it.
"I do." I concluded at last. Mariku bounded back to me, kissing my forehead before my lips and squeezing my ass.
"Stop!" I hissed. "I'm beginning to think your sex drive is unhealthy."
"Again I say... You love it." he replied. He stuck his tongue out at me, eyes narrowed.
I swear I'm in love with a child sometimes.
"I'll cut it off." I warned. He smiled and kissed my cheek before turning to the tv.
"Woah, what the hell?" he muttered. I turned to the screen before tilting my head.
"Bakura... As in your friend?"
He turned it up, face completely disbelieving. "Earlier today, a senior at Domino High was killed when he threw himself in front of an oncoming vehicle. Eyewitnesses say it looked as though he was shoving someone out of the way, though no one was there with him. The students here also say his lover, Ryou Bakura, saw everything. We're looking into an interview with the surely heartbroken teen later on tonight..."
"He's dead..." Mariku muttered again and again.
That was the first time I saw my boyfriend cry.
"You were close?"
"Like brothers... For a good while. But something happened. His father... Was a horrible man. I guess he finally broke. He started changing." he whispered against my neck. I held him closer, nuzzling his face. "And then... After Yuugi's death, he said he had to go away. I wrote to him every week. He was miserable. I didn't know where he was, but he hated it...
"And then one day, he just showed up on my doorstep, barefooted and in torn up clothing. He looked scared. I'd asked him where he'd been, and he only said it didn't matter, he'd gotten away from them. They couldn't chain him anymore. That's when we moved to Domino. None of us had parents. Or If we did, they didn't care that we'd left. Bakura insisted he had to get out, the people would find him again. I thought it was a good idea. Yami needed a change of scenery. So... here we are. Bakura went downhill even faster after the move... But I never thought he'd... Do something like this..."
It wasn't the first time Mariku had opened up to me, but it was the first time he'd discussed his bond with Bakura.
"I'm so sorry..." I murmured. There wasn't much else I could do. I just rocked him, wiped his tears, and whispered kind things.
"There's no one to pay for his funeral, Seto." Mariku sobbed. "No one cares."
I rolled my eyes towards the ceiling, swallowing my own tears. I would not cry, I would not cry.
"I'll pay for it. You can even pick what's on the tombstone."
"That's such an honorable thing for you to do." Mariku whispered. At first, I thought he was being sarcastic, but one look in his eyes told me differently. Adoration and absolute love shone back at me.
I knew then that anything Mariku wanted, he would have. Because I would never find someone as completely reckless, insane, and adoring as my Mariku.
I would never find someone I loved more dearly than the broken Egyptian in my arms.
Not even myself.
A/N: This is as good a place as any to stop it, I suppose. Uhnn... There will probably be ten chapters to this, so two more. Maybeeeeee. I hope you all enjoyed this, I enjoyed writing it. Please review! They please me greatly. Pride in two days with AmazinAlexis! Dying her hair tomorrow. This should be interesting, seeing as though I have no idea how to do that. I'll be there for moral support, then!
~Nightingale.
