Mew: Part two! I've decided on having three parts to this, so the next chapter will be the conclusion. But before that, I hope you enjoy this one.

Draiku: And remember—Marik isn't gay yet.

Mew: This chapter will also introduce Marik's first boyfriend. –wink- Like I said before, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Mew Draiku doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh. So don't try stealing it from her. You won't succeed.

Badass Boyfriend

Chapter 37: Marik's Discovery Pt. 2

Over the next few days, Marik felt more and more concerned about his sexuality. He came across a couple of websites that had gay porn on them, and weren't blocked. Most of it was aimed at people with weird fetishes, so Marik didn't enjoy it. The normal stuff, though, that was pretty good.

Of course, he still felt that he wasn't gay. Bisexual, yes—that's what he was.

But when he looked at straight porn, he didn't get hard. He didn't even get remotely turned on. He just felt ill.

So, he stuck to gay porn, and kept it secret. Sometimes he liked to pretend to be one of the guys in the porn—usually the one on top—and the other guy was Bob. Well, the new kid. Marik would have to learn his name someday.

There were nights when he was so scared of being gay that he couldn't sleep. He would clutch the blankets and sob quietly to himself, not wanting his parents to ever know. They'd surely be disappointed. What if they kicked him out? What if they disowned him? Then what would he do?

The thought terrified him.

Those nights he would turn the music on his iPod full blast, and try his hardest to clear his mind. However, sometimes the lyrics would bring the memories back. And he'd cry some more.

Finally, he turned to his best friend, Jamal. He needed to get this off his back.

"Jamal?" he said during class one day. Jamal looked up curiously. "I…I think you were right." He could only hope that Jamal wouldn't hate him or something.

"What do you mean?" Jamal asked.

"Remember when we were talking about how, you know, I almost had sex with Bella?" Jamal nodded. "You said that I might be gay. I think…I think that you were right." Jamal blinked, but didn't seem that surprised. "You don't hate me, right?"

"No way, man," Jamal replied. "If you like dudes, I'm cool with that. Just don't…y'know, flirt with me or anything."

"Don't worry," Marik quickly said. "I won't. And I'm not sure if I really am or not. I mean, I looked at some…g-gay porn the other day." He had to force the words out. It was hard to admit that he'd actually looked at such a weird thing. "It…it got me all hard. Like that." He snapped his fingers. "But the straight stuff didn't do a thing."

"Yeah, I think you're gay," Jamal said, sitting back in his seat. "Try asking a guy out."

"Yeah, but who?" Marik asked. Jamal made a motion towards a kid with a black ponytail.

"How about Otogi over there?" he suggested. "He's totally gay. He's even told everyone before. And you know those rainbow shirts he wears? He's definitely gay."

"But does he have a boyfriend?" Marik asked. He didn't admit that he thought Otogi was quite handsome. The other teen had shiny, black hair, which went sort of all over the place. He had it in a ponytail, then some of his bangs spiked up slightly and fell into his face. His skin was rather pale, and his eyes were a rare green color. Like jade, almost, but more vibrant.

"I don't think so. You're the only other gay freshman," Jamal said.

"I said that I wasn't sure!" Marik whined. Jamal shrugged. "Anyway, how do I ask him out? It's not like I can just go up to him and ask."

"I'll do it for you," Jamal offered. Marik stared at him.

"You really would?" he said. Jamal nodded. "Okay. Okay, let's do that."

After class, Jamal asked Otogi out for Marik. Otogi ended up accepting, saying that he'd always thought Marik was kind of cute. Marik blushed, embarrassed.

And so, the two began dating. Marik was quite shy the entire time, still slightly in denial about being gay. Otogi, on the other hand, made all the advances and seemed to be the more masculine one at times. Marik was a bit uncomfortable with this sometimes, but he learned to get used to it. Otogi was a good guy, though. He and Marik shared similar interests, and got along well.

Finally, Marik discovered that he was definitely, without a doubt, gay. It took some getting used to, but eventually, he felt the need to kiss Otogi. So one day, he did. And it wasn't just any old tender kiss, it was full-frontal making out.

Marik grabbed Otogi's shoulders and tugged him closer, holding him close to his chest. He pressed his lips against the shorter teen's, using his tongue to request entrance. Otogi gladly opened his mouth, and Marik shoved his tongue in. They kissed for a long time, and finally, they pulled apart.

"Damn," Otogi murmured softly, licking his lips. "I didn't think you had it in you." Marik couldn't help himself; he grinned.

"Well?" he said, expecting some sort of remark on how well or how badly he kissed. Otogi blinked, confused for a second. "How'd I do?" Otogi chuckled and hugged Marik closer, twirling some of his hair lovingly.

"Let's just say that it was yummy," he replied with a smirk. Marik wrapped his arms around Otogi, resting his hands near just above his ass. He liked holding Otogi—there was nothing keeping the two of them apart. Their hearts seemed to be right next to each other, beating as one. It felt so nice, so perfect that Marik regretted not experiencing it earlier.

"Let's go inside, to your room," Otogi murmured against Marik's chest. Marik blushed.

"You mean…?" he replied, and Otogi nodded. Marik was worried, to say the least. What if he couldn't get hard like the last time he tried to have sex? What if he was horribly awkward and clumsy? And most importantly, what about those STDs they always talked about in Health class?

"What is it?" Otogi asked. "Don't you want to?" Marik couldn't deny that he wanted to try it sometime, but this quickly? The thought scared him.

"Well, yeah," he said in a mutter. "But--"

"Don't worry, I have condoms," Otogi said with a grin. Marik frowned inwardly, but eventually succumbed. They went inside, crawled into bed, and stripped.

It was certainly different, Marik thought. But it was extremely enjoyable—orgasmic, really. The items proving that were two used condoms, both thrown away and hidden. Marik held Otogi close, smiling. Then he realized that his parents would be home soon. For a second, he considered staying here, and letting them find out the hard way. Otogi felt so good in his arms, so good that Marik never wanted to let go. He relished in the warmth of another man lying next to him, breathing quietly. The sensation of Otogi's chest rising and falling against his own was sweet and tender, soothing Marik to his bones.

Finally, he gently, and regretfully, awoke Otogi. The other male stirred, opening his eyes slowly.

"Your parents?" he asked in a quiet voice.

"They'll be here soon," Marik said with a nod. "I…don't want them to find out. Not yet." Otogi nodded and sat up.

"I understand. It's also best to tell them yourself, rather than have them catch you in the act," he said with a wink. Marik chuckled, and he and Otogi both took turns showering. After a while, Otogi finished, and got dressed. Marik waved goodbye as Otogi drove away into the darkness. He went inside, and a few minutes later, his parents arrived. Marik had hidden his dirty sheets underneath a huge blanket, so he was confident they wouldn't find out tonight.

"So, what were you up to all evening?" his mother asked. Marik inwardly smiled.

"Homework and the like," he replied. "I have a project coming up on Friday." His mother nodded.

"And how's that coming along?"

"Quite well. I'm nearly done," he said. "Anyway, I have a test tomorrow, so I'm going to bed." His parents nodded, and he went to his room. There, he grinned and remembered the wonderful emotions he'd experienced tonight, with his boyfriend.

-

A month passed, and Otogi moved, all the way to a different country. Apparently, his dad was being transferred. They'd be living in India for a very, very long time. Marik was basically crushed. The day before Otogi moved, Marik stayed with him.

"We should probably break up," Otogi murmured. Marik blinked, looking up, shocked.

"What?" he asked. Otogi sighed.

"Well, think about it. I'm moving to India, for god's sake. I'm not going to see you for years. We won't have any real, face-to-face contact. It won't work out, and we'll end up cheating on each other," he explained. Marik winced.

"I wouldn't," he replied, though he knew he was lying.

"Marik, please listen," Otogi said. "If you really didn't cheat on me, you'd be unhappy. And I want you to be happy." He gently hugged Marik. "I'll always love you. But…when I move, we won't see each other at all." Marik closed his eyes tightly. He put a hand on Otogi's arm, squeezing lightly.

"I don't want you to move," he whispered. "I love you." Otogi nuzzled his forehead.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I can't stop it." Marik gave a short sob and tears flowed down his face. Otogi tenderly comforted him. Eventually, Marik came to terms. He didn't want it to be true, but it was. When Otogi moved, things would change between them.

"I'm sorry, Marik," Otogi said.

"I know why we're breaking up. You don't have to apologize," Marik replied, gently touching Otogi's face. Otogi frowned, gently taking Marik's hand and moving it off.

"We'll keep in contact, right?" he said. Marik nodded.

"Of course."

"Promise you'll e-mail me every week," Otogi said. Marik nodded again.

"I promise," he said. And the next day, he waved good-bye as Otogi's car took him away from Marik.

Over the next few days, Marik mostly sulked around the house, not talking much or doing much except sitting in his room. He enjoyed reminiscing in there, but hated the fact that he wouldn't see Otogi for a very, very long time.

"What's wrong?" his parents asked him one day during dinner. Marik shrugged.

"I dunno," he replied. His mother frowned.

"Of course you do. You can tell us, Marik. We're your parents," she said.

"It's not important," Marik said in a pouty little tone.

"It's important to us!" his father said. "Please, Marik. You can trust us." Marik frowned.

"And what if you get mad?" he said. Truthfully, though he knew his parents were tolerant of gays and lesbians for the most part, he feared the slight chance that they wouldn't accept him as their son.

"Why would we be mad at you?" his mother said. "No matter what it is, we won't be angry." Marik looked at his hands, which were folded in his lap.

"Otogi moved away," he muttered. "He was my boyfriend, but since long-distance relationships don't work out, we broke up." He didn't want to look at them for the longest time. Finally, he took a peek at them. His father's eyes were wide, and his mother simply stared.

"You're—ahem—gay?" his father asked, clearing his throat between the two words. Marik nodded.

"Yeah," he replied softly. His father stared at him with those same surprised eyes.

"I…I don't know how to deal with this," the older man murmured. He quickly got up from the table and left through the front door. A pit formed in Marik's gut. It felt like it was pushing aside his organs, making him feel ill. Marik put his head in his hands, and rested his elbows on the table. His mother reached over and gently patted his shoulders.

"It's alright, Marik," she murmured. "I knew long before he did." Marik peered at her.

"How?" he asked.

"I saw the sites you were looking at while I checked the history on the computer," she explained, blushing a bit. Marik, on the other hand, blushed heavily.

"…Am I in trouble for looking at it?" he asked. His mother shook her head.

"No. I understand why you'd want to," she said. "You needed to know, right?" He nodded.

"It was so hard to finally realize that I like guys," he muttered. "I was so scared." She held him gently. "Does he hate me? Dad, I mean."

"No, of course not," she replied. "He'll be back and he won't be mad at all. Just wait for him to come home."

So Marik took her advice, and waited. A couple hours passed, and his father returned home. The man sat on the couch, staring at the television, though it wasn't on.

"Marik," he said. "Come here, please." Marik left the kitchen, leaving his homework on the table. He stood in front of his father. "Sit down," his father invited. Marik sat, noticing his father's exhausted expression.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, quietly.

"For what?" his father asked.

"For being gay," Marik said, and looked away. His father frowned.

"Don't apologize. I'm not angry at you," he said. "I'm angry at everyone else." Marik blinked.

"Why?"

"Because no matter where you go, there will be someone who hates you," his father explained, turning to Marik. "I only want the best for you. You're my only son, and I love you." He took Marik's shoulders and hugged him. Marik hugged him back, sighing.

"It's alright," Marik said. "I can deal with it."

"You shouldn't have to. I just…well, society won't change for a long time. I almost wish that you weren't gay."

"Sorry," Marik said again.

"Don't apologize," his father repeated. "It isn't something you can control or choose. No one can choose who you love for you, including me." Marik smiled slightly and they pulled away. "So, you had a boyfriend." Marik blushed a little, and nodded.

"Yeah—you never met him, though," he said. "I really didn't want you to know, and it was pretty obvious that he was gay."

"How do the kids at school treat you?" his father asked.

"For the most part, fine," Marik replied. "Some kids are rude, most don't care, and a few who I've never talked to before are suddenly supporting or hating me." He shrugged.

"And your friends?"

"Jamal's been supporting me—he actually helped me figure it out," Marik said. "One kid stopped hanging out with me. The rest of my friends don't really mind."

"And your teachers?"

"Same as always."

"Good. Just be sure to tell me if anyone's being really mean to you, alright?" Marik nodded. "Anyway, let's go to bed. It's really late." Marik nodded again, and they headed upstairs to bed. Marik, for the first time in a long time, slept peacefully that night.

-

During class the next day, Marik's teacher was assigning partners for a project. He sighed, not exactly paying attention. Finally, the teacher called his name.

"Marik, your partner is Malik," the teacher said. Marik glanced over the room to see who this Malik person was. He saw someone walking over to him, and he gasped.

"Hi," Malik said with a smile. "So you're Marik? Nice to meet you." It was Bob, the hot guy from Marik's fantasies.

"N-nice to meet you too, Bob," Marik said, shaking Malik's hand. The flesh was soft and warm, making Marik forget his error.

"Bob?" Malik said, confused. Marik winced a little and blushed slightly. "Why'd you call me that?"

"Oh, erm, uh, I call all the new boys 'Bob' and girls 'Jane' until I meet them," Marik replied.

"Oh," Malik said, and blinked once. "Anyway, just to clarify, I'm Malik, not Bob."

"Okay," Marik said with a nervous chuckle. "And I'm Marik." He inwardly smiled. This could be interesting.

TBC

Mew: MARIK AND BOB—er, Malik—HAVE FINALLY MET!

Draiku: Imagine Malik with a cute Arabic accent. –grins-

Mew: Sadly, Malik has since lost that cute Arabic accent. Oh well. Anyway, I'm planning on going on hiatus from this (Badass Boyfriend) for a while. I might, but then I might not. We'll see.

Yoko: Thanks for reading everyone! Remember, this is a very important flashback. It's integral to the plot, very! So…leave a review, please?