disclaimers: not mine
warnings: boy x boy love
notes: Marik's POV
Chapter 2-Kisses in the Dark
I keep my arm around his waist; a security blanket of sorts. If I didnt have Ryou in my life, gods know I would have slit my wrists years ago. We're almost seventeen, nearing our final year in highschool. What will happen when we graduate and are forced to part? I dont know if I can survive.
We remain silent as we trudge towards his cozy house. He gets lonely. I, at least, have my sister. Ryou has noone, his only family is miles away. Ryou's told me about Romulus, his brother, and his mother Rena. See the trend of R names? I smile to myself, pausing in front of the shop that Ryou scowls at. Our reflections in the window. "Ryou, do you think we were never supposed to find love? That...we weren't gifted to have it?"
Ryou entertwines his hand with my free one. "I'm afraid so, Marik. Lets not stare at all of those damn candies and cards. I have lots of junk food at home." Ryou starts to pull me from the store. I wonder if he would get mad if I got him something. After all, its just us. I think I will. He deserves so much more than the shit Bakura puts him through. Tonight was the first time I'd been in the house when Malik and Bakura began their form of intercourse. It was rough and animalistic with no regard to injuries. Oh, it was intriguing to see but for the envious one, it was like a slap in the face. So, I went to the only place I could be comfortable. This cafe near Ryou's. It was luck that he was there or I would be sleeping on one of the boothes.
Ryou's house is cozy, quiet, and warm. We settle onto the couch in the parlor, in front of the cold fireplace. It radiates loneliness. I keep my arm wound around his middle, his head against my shoulder. "When's your father coming home?"
"I dont know. He didnt give me a date."
"Are you tired, Ryou?" I swiftly rearrange ourselves to accomadate some sort of sleep. I rest with my head on the padded cushion of the arm of the couch, shifting Ryou in my arms as he lay with his head resting on my chest. He wraps himself around me, sighing. I take the afghan and spread it across us, Ryou snuggling against me.
"Its difficult to find sleep, even harder to eat," he utters and I barely hear the last confession. I give his sides a little squeeze; yes, there's definite rib visible. He crawls up my body a bit, nose at my throat.
"Ryou, you can't starve yourself."
"I know. I eat milk and cookies."
"And thats it?" Bad Ryou, I can't help but think to myself. "I'm making you some pancakes when we wake. We dont have school tomorrow so I was thinking, lets go to see a movie or something." Anything to cheer us up. Ryou doesn't say anything and I open my eyes to meet those doe brown orbs that are rarely filled with any sort of emotion. I open my mouth to ask Ryou whats wrong, only to be silenced with a pair of marshmallowy soft lips. The kiss is chaste, nothing passionate about it so why is my heart racing the way it is?
"Yeah, lets go see a movie. Goodnight Marik," Ryou kisses me again before nestling in the conjecture of my shoulder. I twirl the white strands around my fingers. We just kissed; twice. One of my fears, with my going to Ryou like this, is that we would use each other for our lustful frustrations. I won't let it happen because we could both ruin one another.
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I've always been an early riser, even if I had just went to bed an hour earlier I have to wake at dawn. I think thats a side affect from Malik; he was used to running constantly from the guards and had to get up before everyone else. Ryou's asleep. I decided I'd let him slumber for as long as he wants. He was so peaceful when I woke; hair splayed angelicly against his face, cheeks flushed, tiny snores emitting.
I chew thoughtlessly on an apple. Malik's probably going to send me his summons soon. For a person thats so incredibly cold hearted, he gets jumpy when I dont announce my intentions of going out. He's possessive and yet he doesn't love me in the way I want him to. Ah, sure enough, there comes that familiar tug.
/MARIK! Where the hell are you?!/ Irritated.
/I'm at Ryou's. What is it?/
/You didn't tell me where you were going!/
/You were too busy fucking Bakura. Leave me alone./ Ha! I slam shut our connection and smile smugly. A yawn interrupts my victory and I change the smirk to a warm grin. The only one reserved for Ryou. "Goodmorning Ryou."
"Morning Marik. Are we still going to the movies?"
"If you want." He nods, rubbing his stomach lazily. Cute. He pads to the counter where a pile of pancakes lay. "Shower first, eat later." Scowling, he ascends the staircase to his bathroom. I'm going to have to have a talk with him about the kisses. Otherwise, he might try to have sex with me. Not that I wouldn't agree to it but our friendship is the only thing secure in our lives. Sex could dampen it.
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Next chapter: Marik and Ryou see Bakura and Malik. O_O
warnings: boy x boy love
notes: Marik's POV
Chapter 2-Kisses in the Dark
I keep my arm around his waist; a security blanket of sorts. If I didnt have Ryou in my life, gods know I would have slit my wrists years ago. We're almost seventeen, nearing our final year in highschool. What will happen when we graduate and are forced to part? I dont know if I can survive.
We remain silent as we trudge towards his cozy house. He gets lonely. I, at least, have my sister. Ryou has noone, his only family is miles away. Ryou's told me about Romulus, his brother, and his mother Rena. See the trend of R names? I smile to myself, pausing in front of the shop that Ryou scowls at. Our reflections in the window. "Ryou, do you think we were never supposed to find love? That...we weren't gifted to have it?"
Ryou entertwines his hand with my free one. "I'm afraid so, Marik. Lets not stare at all of those damn candies and cards. I have lots of junk food at home." Ryou starts to pull me from the store. I wonder if he would get mad if I got him something. After all, its just us. I think I will. He deserves so much more than the shit Bakura puts him through. Tonight was the first time I'd been in the house when Malik and Bakura began their form of intercourse. It was rough and animalistic with no regard to injuries. Oh, it was intriguing to see but for the envious one, it was like a slap in the face. So, I went to the only place I could be comfortable. This cafe near Ryou's. It was luck that he was there or I would be sleeping on one of the boothes.
Ryou's house is cozy, quiet, and warm. We settle onto the couch in the parlor, in front of the cold fireplace. It radiates loneliness. I keep my arm wound around his middle, his head against my shoulder. "When's your father coming home?"
"I dont know. He didnt give me a date."
"Are you tired, Ryou?" I swiftly rearrange ourselves to accomadate some sort of sleep. I rest with my head on the padded cushion of the arm of the couch, shifting Ryou in my arms as he lay with his head resting on my chest. He wraps himself around me, sighing. I take the afghan and spread it across us, Ryou snuggling against me.
"Its difficult to find sleep, even harder to eat," he utters and I barely hear the last confession. I give his sides a little squeeze; yes, there's definite rib visible. He crawls up my body a bit, nose at my throat.
"Ryou, you can't starve yourself."
"I know. I eat milk and cookies."
"And thats it?" Bad Ryou, I can't help but think to myself. "I'm making you some pancakes when we wake. We dont have school tomorrow so I was thinking, lets go to see a movie or something." Anything to cheer us up. Ryou doesn't say anything and I open my eyes to meet those doe brown orbs that are rarely filled with any sort of emotion. I open my mouth to ask Ryou whats wrong, only to be silenced with a pair of marshmallowy soft lips. The kiss is chaste, nothing passionate about it so why is my heart racing the way it is?
"Yeah, lets go see a movie. Goodnight Marik," Ryou kisses me again before nestling in the conjecture of my shoulder. I twirl the white strands around my fingers. We just kissed; twice. One of my fears, with my going to Ryou like this, is that we would use each other for our lustful frustrations. I won't let it happen because we could both ruin one another.
~ ~ ~
I've always been an early riser, even if I had just went to bed an hour earlier I have to wake at dawn. I think thats a side affect from Malik; he was used to running constantly from the guards and had to get up before everyone else. Ryou's asleep. I decided I'd let him slumber for as long as he wants. He was so peaceful when I woke; hair splayed angelicly against his face, cheeks flushed, tiny snores emitting.
I chew thoughtlessly on an apple. Malik's probably going to send me his summons soon. For a person thats so incredibly cold hearted, he gets jumpy when I dont announce my intentions of going out. He's possessive and yet he doesn't love me in the way I want him to. Ah, sure enough, there comes that familiar tug.
/MARIK! Where the hell are you?!/ Irritated.
/I'm at Ryou's. What is it?/
/You didn't tell me where you were going!/
/You were too busy fucking Bakura. Leave me alone./ Ha! I slam shut our connection and smile smugly. A yawn interrupts my victory and I change the smirk to a warm grin. The only one reserved for Ryou. "Goodmorning Ryou."
"Morning Marik. Are we still going to the movies?"
"If you want." He nods, rubbing his stomach lazily. Cute. He pads to the counter where a pile of pancakes lay. "Shower first, eat later." Scowling, he ascends the staircase to his bathroom. I'm going to have to have a talk with him about the kisses. Otherwise, he might try to have sex with me. Not that I wouldn't agree to it but our friendship is the only thing secure in our lives. Sex could dampen it.
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