Love Me

Warnings: Death, something else but if I put it here it ruins a part of the story, implied sex, and mentions of Tendershipping, Thiefshipping, and Deathshipping

Rated: M

Characters: Ryou Bakura, Yami Marik (Mariku), Yami Bakura and Marik Ishtar

"Good morning, Marik!" Ryou chirped, rising steadily from beneath the covers to stare into his bed-mate's lavender eyes. Marik, however, didn't respond, just stared slack-jawed up at Ryou, body limp and still. Ryou made a pouting face.

"You really should stop sleeping with your eyes open, Marik! It scares me sometimes, and you know it!" Ryou laughed, before turning to his right, and staring at the other person who shared his bed.

"Bakura, do you happen to be awake?" Ryou queried, prodding the white haired man laying beside him. Bakura offered no response, either, and merely flopped a little bit from Ryou's poking, scarlet eyes gazing at the ceiling.

"Honestly! Both of you!" Ryou admonished, before leaning over and kissing Bakura. As he moved his lips against the albino's, he began softly brushing Bakura's hair away from his face, moving his hand softly across Bakura's cheek, reveling in the softness of his yami's skin, but wincing slightly at the sheer coldness of it.

Lifting his head up, Ryou smiled happily down at the man laying beneath him, before shifting his brown eyes to Marik's body.

"I better quit. We all know how jealous Marik gets. Especially since I know we get a bit... carried away," Ryou purred into Bakura's ear, rubbing his hips against the albino. "Well! I'm off to make breakfast then!" Ryou leaped up from the bed, nightgown(1) swishing about his knees as he pushed his feet into some slippers and made his way into the kitchen.

"Mariku's visiting today!" Ryou called over his shoulder as he hurried into the kitchen, beginning to make pancakes. All the while he hummed a little tune, waiting for the pancakes to finish. He even made bacon and sausage, going full-out for his current boyfriend. Bakura understood though; sometimes one man wasn't enough. That's why Bakura had Marik.

At that thought, Ryou let out a strangled noise and tightened his grip on the now food-covered platter. Yes, it had been a surprise when Bakura had told Ryou that they needed to break up, because Bakura had found Marik. Ryou hadn't believed him, of course, but then he'd caught them.

Together.

Ryou slammed the plate down, gripping his head and making pitiful mewling noises. He remembered that day. Ryou had gone over to deliver some of Marik's favorite cookies. When he'd knocked, nobody had answered the door, but he heard noises. Curious, and a bit worried about burglars, Ryou had peered into the window, just to see Marik riding Bakura.

Ryou punched the wall this time, crying out in pain as he felt blood trickle down between his knuckles, dying a part of his wall that ruby color that Ryou had become acquainted with.

Biting his lip, Ryou savagely shook his head, sending white particles of hair streaming everywhere. He was okay with it now. Marik no longer had sex with Bakura; only Ryou did, so it was okay... It was okay...

Pushing his bangs away from his face, Ryou went to go get dressed, putting on his usual striped t-shirt and jeans. He paused at the doorway, though, and turned backwards, eyes narrowing as he looked at Marik and Bakura.

"You know what, I think Marik should go sit by himself," Ryou stated loudly, voice rising in pitch so badly that it actually cracked. Rubbing at his throat, Ryou hurried over to Marik, and dragged him out of the bed. "Honestly, Marik, wake up!" the whittete admonished, and dragged Marik over to the corner, where he tossed the Egyptian unceremoniously to the floor.

Huffing angrily, Ryou stomped over to the bed, where he paused to stroke Bakura's cheek once more, a shaky smile working over his face as he leaned down and kissed the cold lips of the spirit, slipping his tongue into Bakura's open mouth and moaning as he straddled Bakura's waist, grinding against the spirit. Lifting his head up, Ryou cast a cold smirk in Marik's direction, purposefully moving his hips one more time.

The doorbell rang, though, and Ryou quickly jumped off Bakura and raced from the room, slamming his bedroom door behind him and rushing to the front door. Jerking it open, he smiled up at the man leering down at him.

Mariku stood there in all his glory, tank-top tight against his well toned chest, and showing Ryou everything that he could've ever wanted to see. The blonde's hair rose haphazardly above his head, wagging slightly in the breeze, framing his tanned face, and fluttering across his narrowed blue eyes and twisted smile. The veins in his face bulged momentarily as his jaw tightened, before he moved into the house, not even bothering to wait for Ryou's permission.

The whittete didn't care, and just shut the door behind him, following behind Mariku and watching the man as he strode into the kitchen, plopping down on top of one of the stools at the bar. Reaching over, Mariku immediately began eating, stuffing food into his mouth and glaring at the table, not even bothering to speak to Ryou.

Ryou acknowledged this, and went to go light a fire in his fire-place, warming up the place a bit.

When that was done, he made his way over to the bar, sitting on the stool opposite his boyfriend, watching Mariku as the man ate his food. He had called ahead to tell Mariku that he could have breakfast here, and the blonde had agreed. Smiling happily, Ryou began kicking his feet, silently waiting for his boyfriend to finish his meal.

When Mariku was done, he sat back, watching as Ryou reached a hand across the bar, placing his smaller one atop Mariku's. Cold eyes watched uncaring as Ryou traced a pattern across his knuckles.

"Ishizu and Odion are still looking for Marik," Mariku confided, voice showing indifference. "They're fools. He's been missing for five years now." With a snort, he narrowed his eyes, watching as Ryou gave a nervous bark of a laugh.

"Yeah. I'm glad Bakura has never left me," Ryou replied, giggling slightly as he placed his hand over his mouth. Mariku froze, and let his gaze flicker over Ryou's frame, watching as the smaller boy's eyes glistened with some unknown secret.

"Ryou," Mariku rumbled, "Bakura's gone too. He's been gone for the same amount of time as Marik's been." The blonde said this all savagely, almost hoping that Ryou would cry, so Mariku would get to see that beautiful soft, sweet face crumble from the truth.

Ryou didn't cry, and merely cocked his head, a nervous, choking sound coming from between his lips.

"Silly me," Ryou whispered, "you're right. I forgot... I forgot... Ahahaha." White fingers fled Mariku's hand, and instead began gripping white bangs, tugging furiously at them as chocolate brown eyes switched rapidly from the table to Ryou's bedroom.

Mariku frowned. He'd wanted to see Ryou cry. That was the only reason he'd even gotten with the small boy; that and boredom. If you went out with somebody, you could make them cry in ways that nobody else could. So far, though, Ryou proved to be stronger then Mariku had initially thought.

A slow grin spread over his face, though, as he stood up, knowing full and well how to make the little hikari cry. Moving over, he positioned himself behind Ryou, wrapping his hand around the boy's small waist. Ryou giggled, and leaned backwards, kissing Mariku on the cheek.

"You've been wanting to be fucked for a while," Mariku muttered into Ryou's ear, licking the shell of it as his hands groped the front of Ryou's pants, making the boy hard.

"Mm, yeah," Ryou moaned, partially because of the good feeling, and partially because it was true. Mariku hadn't had sex with Ryou yet, no matter how many times the boy dropped hints. Mariku had explained to Ryou that he wasn't interested in sex, and found such stupid human things boring, and that seeing a face twist in pleasure was no fun at all.

Not to mention, Bakura just wasn't pleasing Ryou here lately. It was getting tougher to get Bakura in the mood, and Ryou wondered if he was having erectile dysfunction, seeing as he just couldn't get hard anymore. Sighing, Ryou thought about how much he hated being the one to fuck Bakura, and tried to do it as scarce as possible. It just wasn't as fun, and Bakura was much to prideful to ever make a noise when Ryou slid into him.

Shoving those thoughts from his mind, however, Ryou focused on the fact that Mariku was hauling him up from his seat, and carrying him over to the couch, where he began licking and sucking in ways that Bakura hadn't done in years.

Ryou moaned, shrieked, and thrashed about, loving all the feelings that Mariku was giving him. And when they finally lay together, spent, curled up on the sofa, Ryou confided in Mariku that he was a thousand times better then Bakura, and kissed the tanned man passionately.

"Well," Mariku said, extracting himself from Ryou's grasp. He moved over to his clothes and began tugging them on, as Ryou sat and watched, confused. Mariku was even putting his shoes on.

"Mariku?" Ryou questioned softly, voice curious as he watched the blonde tugged on his last shoe. Mariku leaned over, a vicious smirk on his face as he brought himself nose to nose with the small whittete.

"Did I forget to tell you? I'm leaving you," Mariku stated, pulling back and watching as Ryou's face twisted with pain and anger. The blonde merely let out a deep chuckle, which rose into his high-pitched laughter as he saw Ryou lurch up from his seat. Not even thinking about the boy anymore, Mariku began heading towards the door.

He paused, however, when he heard the clank of metal. Turning around, he saw that Ryou had pulled his clothes on, and had grabbed the poker that rested beside his fireplace. Frowning, Mariku moved towards the boy, watching as Ryou poked the metal stick about in the flames, humming a happy song as he did so.

Mariku didn't like that. Ryou should be hurt. Sad. Angry. Anything but happy.

"What're you so happy about?" Mariku demanded, glaring angrily down at the boy.

"I'm just happy to be getting a new room-mate," Ryou whispered, pulling the poker from the fiery depths and turning towards Mariku, a sweet smile plastered across his face.

"Wha-"

Mariku's question was abruptly cut off, however, as Ryou's hand shot out, diving the fire poker deep into Mariku's stomach, clapping his hand over the psychotic yami's mouth. Still smiling, Ryou drove the poker deeper, muffling Mariku's screams as the poker made its way all the way through his body, finally pushing out of his back, surfacing and waving to the world as Ryou twisted, turned, and waggled it back and forth, still smiling viciously down at Mariku.

-(-o-)-

Ryou strode into the house, smiling happily as he kicked off his shoes and made his way into his bedroom, where he saw his three bed-mates, all one beside the other. Striding over, Ryou hopped onto the bed, crawling on top of Mariku and delivering a kiss to he and Bakura, and hugging Marik.

Straddling Mariku's waist, he smiled down at the man's glassy eyes before running his hand slowly up Mariku's abdomen, pausing to poke at the new hole in his bed-mate's chest.

Making a tsking noise, Ryou fingered the edge of it for a moment.

"Really, Mariku, I wish you'd tell me where this scar came from!"

-(-o-)-

So, for all of you who were sick of Mariku being a twisted, asshole-fucktart in these one-shots; here's vengeance. (For Ryou it's personal. He had nightmares because of Mariku! xD)

On that note: Marik and Bakura were embalmed by Ryou (yes, a normal person can do it. I actually found online this whole, descriptive mess about how to do it... That worries me. Anyways-) so that's why they hadn't decayed and stuff. It's true that even somebody who's been embalmed can decay and rot, there's also a possibility that, with proper care and temperature, they can last for decades. (Yeah, I re-searched, dammit!)

... I'm officially a sick fuck. Ha...Ha... Yeah... Well, there're two things that are coming next. I know I said I was gonna fuck around with pairings, AND I AM, but I have to think of stories, and it's weird imagining Marik and Bakura with anybody but each other (yeah, I'm one of those one-shipper people.) so... Yeah.

BUT! there's going to be something sad(er) next, and another fluff story... I just wanted to do something sick and twisted again, because these one-shots have had enough fluff for a while. Heh...

Anyways!

Please review! They make me oh-so-happy.

Seeya!