Well, same old same old…I don't own Yu Gi Oh. Enjoy my story

                                                      *The Pain*

Yugi gazed out the window of Seto's bedroom. Sighing heavily, he felt the arms of his lover wrap securely around him. These were the moments that the pair cherished so dear, when they could be alone, having Seto's entire house to themselves. Although, neither one ever really got past the bedroom. Seto smiled coyly as he placed light kisses on the smaller boy's neck. Yugi fell back into Seto's chest and gazed up at the brown haired boy with his big violet orbs.

   "You seem kind of distant tonight." Seto smirked, noting Yugi's unusual quietness.

   "I don't know," He paused, "I haven't seen any of my friends lately, especially Ryou." Yugi felt Seto tense up at his words. Even though Seto never said anything about it, he still didn't like Yugi's friends, but he decided not to say anything about it because he didn't want something stupid like that to come between he and his little Yugi.

   "Yugi, Yugi, when will you learn? When you're with somebody like Mariku, you will never see the light of day again."

    Yugi turned around and smiled at Seto.

   "I'm surprised that Mariku hasn't killed your poor little Ryou; as timid as that boy is."

   Everyone knew that Ryou and Mariku were together, they were all over each other. It was a little shocking, seeing how they were as different as night and day, but nobody seemed to be bothered by it; except for Bakura and Malik. They hated each other with a passion, and neither one was willing to let their other self be with the other's other self.

   "What's more shocking is that Malik and Bakura are both still alive." Yugi said. "But Seto I've been thinking."

   "Oh no."

   Yugi glared at him before he continued. "Anyway…everybody is so happy, except for those two…and I was thinking…" Yugi stopped talking when he saw that Seto understood.

   "No, Yugi, I don't…you mean…"

Yugi merely nodded at him and smiled.

   "That'll never work." Seto stated simply before he picked up Yugi in his arms and carried him back over to the bed.

* * *

   "You bastard!" Katie yelled before she hurled another piece of china at Malik's head. He ducked just in time for the plate to hit the wall.

   "Katie, baby come on…lets calm down, please, then we can talk." Malik said timidly shielding his face for an upcoming attack.

   "Calm down? Calm down!" She took in a deep breath as she walked across the room, coming dangerously close to him. "You went there again, you blew 5,000 yen in one night! Why don't you ever buy me anything anymore? Malik, I told you that if it ever happened again, we're through. So I want you to get your sorry ass out of here now!"

   "But-"

   "NOW!" She pointed to the door, her body shaking with rage.

Malik hung his head and slowly turned to the door of the ritzy apartment penthouse in downtown Tokyo; deciding it best not to say anything, and to just leave.

   When he had exited Katie slammed the door behind him. Malik gritted his teeth. This was just one more problem that he had. Mariku had pissed him off earlier that day by bringing Ryou to his house, and had Mariku not jumped in front of the poor boy, Malik would have rung his neck.

   Malik had long since given up trying to get with Mariku, for he knew that Mariku was infatuated with that little white haired boy. From his innocent ways, to his cute little brown eyes, everything about him wanted to make Malik puke.

   So when Malik had given up on Mariku, he started dating a woman. A beautiful, but bitchy rich girl, this was the first (and most certainly last) time that he had ever dated a woman.

   Sighing, Malik took the elevator down to the lobby and made his way out of the building and down the road a couple of blocks to his house.

   Arriving in the driveway he noticed a light on in his bedroom.

   'I don't remember leaving the light on…'

Hurrying up to his door he twisted the knob and it opened, somebody had unlocked it.

   Malik felt his anger growing. This was just not his day.

Quietly kicking off his shoes he tiptoed down the hallway and peered around the corner. The light from his room was casting eerie shadows on the wall. Sliding against the wall until he reached the entrance to his room he stood in front of the door.

   "Mariku!" He shouted.

A head popped out from under the covers, followed by another head. A head which Malik most certainly did not want to see.

   "I told you never to bring him hear again! What the hell are you doing in my bed!?"

   Ryou cowered behind Mariku as he sat up on the bed. Mariku shot Malik a nasty look.

   //I'll do whatever I want. You got that?//

  //Not in my bed you wont! Now get out!//

Malik's eyes darted from Mariku then to Ryou. Without even thinking about what he was doing Malik marched over to the bed and raised his hand, about to knock Ryou out of this world, when suddenly he felt a hand grab his wrist and grip it tight.

   Snapping around, Malik came face to face with the person he most definitely didn't want to see. Bakura.

   "You lay a finger on my hikari and see what you get." Bakura growled.

   "Your empty threats don't scare me Bakura." Malik pulled his arm free and approached the frightened boy again.

   'We'll see about empty Malik.'

Malik latched on to the boy's white tresses and pulled him up from the bed and slammed him on the floor.

   "Owwww! Mariku! Get him off me!" Ryou yelled from under Malik, who was beating the boy relentlessly.

   But before Mariku even had a chance to get up from the bed Bakura had gripped Malik's shirt and pulled him off the boy with little effort. Spinning him around until Malik's face was only inches from his, Bakura frowned.

   "I warned you."

Malik's amethyst eyes widened. Bakura smiled and shoved Malik against the wall, knocking over the lamp. Bakura released his hand from Malik's clothes and wrapped it around his neck. He had every intention on killing Malik.

   "No…g-get off!" Malik gasped as he clawed at Bakura's arms. Bakura only smiled and tightened his grip.

   Malik brought his arm up and punched Bakura in the stomach. With the wind knocked out of him, Bakura loosened up on his grip slightly, and it was enough for Malik to free himself.

   While Malik and Bakura were going at it, Ryou climbed back up on the bed sobbing and massaging his head. Mariku held him close, trying to subdue the sobs of his lover, while he watched the fight between Malik and Bakura. He had no urge to help his hikari.

   'Bakura might try to protect his hikari, but I have no intent on doing the same. Malik will pay for this.'

   He just watched as blows were exchanged between the two, all the while smirking and feeling as if Malik deserved every one of them.

   Finally when the two were utterly exhausted and rather bruised and bloody Bakura turned to Ryou and glared at him. Ryou shivered a little at his yami's piercing gaze.

   "Ryou, lets go." He hissed.

Without hesitation Ryou jumped off the bed, and carefully slipped past Malik, who was glaring daggers at him. With one final look at Mariku, Ryou was harshly dragged out of the room.

   Seconds later, Mariku glanced out the window. He saw Bakura hit Ryou harshly across the face. Faintly he could hear the little one cry, and it broke his heart. A heart he never thought he had; until he met Ryou. Ryou made him feel human, Ryou gave him emotion, and a fiery passion that was so fierce it almost scared him.

   Grimly turning back around he shot Malik a look that almost made his hair curl.

   "Your lucky Bakura got to you first." He snapped.

   "Mariku, I don't know why you are with him. What can he give you that I cant?" Malik asked longingly.

   "Malik don't start this again." Mariku paused. The more he thought about it, the more irresistibly gorgeous Malik became.

   Malik sensed his darker half's inner conflict, and he crawled onto the bed next to him.

   "Malik, no…" The dark one whispered. He didn't know how much longer he could refuse the blonde beauty.

   //You know you want me.//

Mariku's eyes widened. Did he? Did he want him as bad as he thought he did?

   "Malik, no…no I love Ryou." Mariku's breath was heavy now, because Malik had climbed on top of him.

   "Shhh…" Malik hushed his aibou as he slowly caressed his body. He desparatly wanted Mariku, and he knew that he couldn't have him permanently, but one night would just have to do.

   Mariku couldn't take it anymore. The feel of Malik's body on top of his was just too much. His possessive side set in and he pushed Malik onto the bed and climbed on top of him.

   Malik smiled at his aibou's actions.

   "See, I told you."

   "Just be quiet…if you want me, you're going to have to be able to handle me." Mariku forcefully brought his mouth down to Malik's, and he felt Malik whimper under him. This was the sound that Mariku loved to hear.

   Malik's arms wrapped tighter around the other as he panted softly against his lips. Desire and lust washed over both of them. Malik cried out when Mariku purposely ground himself against his light. His hands roamed around Mariku's bare back, as he sat up slightly allowing him to remove his shirt. Once it was off his body Mariku threw it to the floor subduing Malik's lips once again. Mariku's powerful arms held Malik in place as he nearly tortured the boy with soft kisses on his chest. The sensation was warm, causing him to arch his back as a moan was torn from his lips.

   Mariku's hands made their way down to Malik's pants as he slowly began to undo them.

   Malik could hardly stand how slow Mariku was moving. It was like torture. Once Mariku had succeeded in removing the others pants he brought his hands to Malik's inner thigh, which caused Malik to moan out loud.

   "You wanted me…now take me."

* * *

Ryou cowered behind his darker half as they walked home in silence. He knew he was in for it, and he dreaded what he knew would happen tonight. Bakura didn't look back at his hikari, and he didn't regret hitting him either. Ryou deserved it for being so foolish. Why couldn't Ryou realize that both Malik and Mariku were ruthless? He gritted his teeth when he thought about the things that Mariku did to his aibou. What made his blood boil was the fact that Ryou let him, it was because Ryou loved him. That made Bakura shudder.

   He didn't understand love. This was something that really bugged him. Everyone was so happy and in love, and he just didn't get it. Why? What was it that attracted someone to someone else? Was it looks? He didn't think that was it because he found quite a few people attractive, but he still hated them. Malik was one of them. Giving up, he decided that he would never figure out the complicated game of love.

   The two arrived at the house and Bakura opened the door. Ryou stopped and looked at him.

   "In." Bakura barked at him.

Ryou listened and rushed inside the dark house. Bakura followed behind him and turned on the lights, only to she his little hikari shaking furiously.

   "I'm not going to hit you Ryou." Bakura took off his shoes and entered the house, walking past a relieved looking Ryou. "But if I catch you with that bastard again I promise you, you'll wish you'd never been born. I never want to step foot in that house to come get you again, got it?"

   Ryou took in a deep breath before he did something that he would have never dreamed about doing.

   "Why do you have to be like this aibou?" Ryou gazed up at him, and it nearly broke his heart that he was causing his light so much pain. "I love him. And…and…you can't keep me away from him!" Before Bakura could say anything Ryou had run past him and raced to his room, slamming the door behind him.

Bakura was about to run after him and punish him. Ryou had never spoken to him like that before. But something made him change his mind, he didn't know why, but he actually felt sympathy for his hikari. Ryou was in love, and even though Bakura didn't understand it, he knew that there was nothing he could do to stop it.  

How was it? Well please review and I want to thank Tamika for all of her help and putting up with all of my ranting about Malik. Arigato!