NO THIS IS NOT THE END!
(Beams) sorry this took so long; I have midterms and we have to study extra hard for them. Term two is the biggie. It determines where the hell our next school will be.
At any rate; no, this is not the end. Some of you guys think that it is Malik and Bakura who are the ones who are going to die and be resurrected. Let me get one thing straight: only ONE character will "die" / sent to the Shadow Realm permantely for this story, but will come back in the next. Only one.
And we still have ...half a plot to go for this one fic. Another half a plot. With Lime , lime, angst...and one more lemon. And then followed by more angst.
Anyways, enjoy. This one was sort of fluffy, put here for fluffy reasons, and no other. If I wanted more plot than romance, I'd be writing shonen-ai, not yaoi. XD
Enjoy!
Weakly, Ryou opened his eyes, relieved beyond comparison to realize he was in Marik's arms. The Egyptian was sleeping serenely, his head against Ryou's, so that warm, comforting breath was spread agianst Ryou's face evenly. Murmuring happily, Ryou snuggled deeply into Marik's arms...
How relieving it was, to be part of Marik's life, to have him by his side, asleep and well. Ryou beamed, snuggling deeper into his lover's chest, causing the Egyptian to murmur slightly in a slightly suggestive, smug way. Ryou couldn't help but hold back a giggle as he held Marik tighter, debating with himself to plant a kiss on the Darkness's lips. Should he do so...Yami Marik would be up in an instant and on top of him in a second,. Ryou giggled again and decided to simply settle in Marik's arms sleepily, since having so much blood loss in his soul room had caused him much fatigue. He could even distinctly hear Marik's somewhat disappointed mumur. Ryou smiled. Marik was usually semi-conscious at night, watching over him, protecting him. And as Ryou leaned his cheek against Marik's chest, the Light couldn't help but feel even safer and more secure than he had ever felt in his life.
...suddenly, there was a sudden shriek, and the entire blimp shook and trembled. In an instant, Marik was wide-awake, amethyst eyes darting around sharply. The blimp shook violently again, the bed quaking violently beneath them. Crying out, Ryou hurriedly scrambled to hold onto something, but the blimp gave a far more ferocious rattle and poor Ryou was thrown over Marik, off the bed, and into the wall. There was another shout, a few girlish screams, signaling that the rest of the blimp's occupants were wide awake as Marik immediately threw himself after the Light, clasping a hand over his mouth to stifle his cry as the Darkness pulled Ryou into his arms protectively. Gritting his teeth, Marik slid into the corner, holding Ryou dearly. Ryou squeezed his eyes shut, cowering in Marik's grip.
The blimp shook again, the desk, bed and dresser crashing haphazardly around. Ryou cried out again, but thankfully, it was muffled with Marik's hand on his mouth. What was going on?
"Keep to me," he heard Marik mutter lowly. "Don't move."
Weakly, Ryou nodded, and pulled closer towards the Darkness.
The blimp shook again, loud crashing noises echoing throughout the chambers. Ryou buried his head into Marik's chest as the computer made a threatening crack as wires snapped out of place. He felt Marik drape an arm protectively around his head, shielding him from the paintings that threw themselves off the wall and threatened to behead anyone in the way. The computer crashed, and there was a sudden BOOM before smoke blew in from Ryou's window, engulfing the corner in dark, smokey clouds.
As his instincts flared, the Darkness gritted his teeth as he draped his entire cloak around their curled figures, sufficiently hiding them into the shadows of the corner. Smoke could be breathed in still, but at least they were stifled enough to not be harmed. Almost immediately, both of them heard the door slide open, and worried, scrambled footsteps.
"Ryou!" Marik increased his pressure upon Ryou's lips when both of them tensed; the voice obviously belonged to Yugi, worried about his friend's safety. Swallowing hard, heart beating madly, Ryou squeezed himself into Marik's protective hold, squeezing his eyes shut.
"OI! YUGI!" yelled Jonouchi's voice, alarmed and worried. "Over here!"
"What's going on?" Yugi asked worriedly. "Ryou's not here!"
"Well, we can't really ponder on that right now, Yugi!" yelled Honda's voice. "If we don't get off, another engine might explode!"
An engine exploded! Ryou shivered, hugging onto Marik as tight as possible.
"Mokuba!" yelled Yugi suddenly. "What's going on with the blimp?"
"I don't know!" Mokuba replied, his voice breaking with fret. "We're landing on an island...all the Kaiba corp networks are not responding to our commands!"
"At least we'll be on dry land!" yelled Jonouchi. "Hurry, Yugi! This place might blow if we don't move soon!"
"Everyone should get off the blimp as soon as we land," Mokuba stated firmly. "We'll stay on the island until they can fix the blimp."
"Well, then..." Jonouchi's voice faltered, and both Marik and Ryou could hear the escapes slide open. "JUMP!"
Sounds of scraping feet and yelling voices followed; Ryou cowered in Marik's grip, shutting his eyes tightly. Was the blimp going to blow?
"It's okay," whispered Marik's voice soothingly in his ear. Swallowing, Ryou took a deep breath (as much as Marik's hand would allow, anyways) and bit his lip, nodding.
Both of them waited tensely, reminiscing how narrowly they had just escaped being discovered. Ryou shivered. What if Yugi had found him, on the bed, in Marik's arms? What would his friend say! Thank goodness Yugi was distracted enough to leave them in peace...
...suddenly, there was a heavy thump, and then...
...the blimp went still.
There was utter silence, total utter silence, except for Ryou's weak, raspy breaths when Marik finally released his grip on his lover's mouth.
So no one was home.
In literal tense, anyways.
They had landed, indeed, on some sort of island. The entire area seemed to be connected with wires and the latest high-tech gear. Ryou had hidden behind Marik's masculine figure and watched as the gang began to explore their surroundings. Ryou's heart sank and flailed in his chest when he heard Honda and Jonouchi make snide, rude comments on Marik, who was half-hidden by the shadows near the blimp's entrance.
"Hey, go torment someone else, eh!" yelled Honda aggressively. Ootogi turned around, his face grim.
"There he is again," Ootogi said lowly. To Marik, he yelled, "Go banish someone else, we're not interested!"
"Bastard," Jonouchi muttered under his breath. He turned around, facing Marik, fist raised. "Don't you dare follow us! After we're done here, I swear to you, I'll destroy you and bring Mai back!"
Marik, of course, paid them no heed, and after merely flashing them a small, evil smirk, he deftly looked out of the corner of his eye and blinked at what he saw.
Poor Ryou was cowering behind him, looking postively miserable and embarrassed that his friends would treat his lover like that. Marik shrugged, one hand casually slipping back, as though to reach for the Rod, but instead of placing his fingers on cold, smooth gold...
...he slipped them through soft, silky hair.
Immediately Ryou looked up, eyes wide, and Marik gave him a cynical look that plainly said, If I can deal with your darker side, these mortals are pathetic!
Utterly entranced by Ryou's beautiful eyes, Marik vaguely heard someone punching in random code numbers. He swiftly turned around, his eyes narrowing. The friends of the Pharaoh soon entered a sliding door, and then there was again, utter silence.
The door did not open again.
"Okay," Marik said quietly. "You can come out now."
Tentatively, Ryou drew away from the depths of Marik's cloak, peeking out hesitantly from behind Marik's waist. As he slowly got up, Marik watched, and when caught off-guard, the Egyptian quickly caught Ryou up a wall and thrusted his lips against the Light's. When Marik broke apart, he gave Ryou a look, one eyebrow raised and a smug smirk on his face.
"Believe me now?"
Smiling, Ryou blushed. He closed his eyes and tentatively pecked at Marik's own lips, before the yami smirked again, and promptly claimed those sweet lips once again.
"Come on," Ryou said softly, shaking his head to break the kiss. "I don't want to take the chance, Marik. What if someone else is here?"
Marik rolled his eyes. "If it makes you feel any better, fine. We'll walk around the blimp and see who else is here, alright?"
"Thanks."
No one was home. Literally.
Rishid was still unconscious, and Isis had seemingly disappeared...Ryou didn't even know if Marik still wished to go on a murderous rampage with Rishid; if anything, he was almost relieved to know that Yugi and the gang was somewhere else that was possibly better than on the blimp with Marik.
The Egyptian was still staring out on the island, his interest seemingly mild. Ryou couldn't find anything interesting upon the island, and, remembering the shot of smoke the engines had discarded while Marik had held him close, decided to take a bath.
Uncertainly Ryou weighed his chances. His shower was okay but...his stressed and still recovering body needed something more soothing...but Marik still hadn't given him permission to leave his room. Then again...since Yugi and everyone else was gone, no one would be able to know that he was still conscious...
Biting his lip, Ryou hesitantly left. When Marik looked back and shrugged, Ryou unsurely took it as a sign that it was okay for him to go. But if Marik was upset...
...well...
Biting his lip again, Ryou grimaced. If Marik was upset again...Ryou didn't really want to make Marik upset..not after all he had just put Marik through...
When he looked back, however, Marik was gone. Blinking, Ryou hastily looked around, hoping to find his lover, but with no avail. Chewing on his lips, Ryou began to walk around, searching for the Darkness he loved.
Along the way, he had passed by a large room, its door open. Blinking, Ryou stepped in, and gasped in awe. A large jaccuzzi was spread throughout almost three quarters of the room; the other one quarter for changing. Hesitantly, Ryou bent down and placed his hands into the water; the water was steamy, warm, perfect. Almost instantly it had eased his aching wrist, and Ryou longed to slip in and at least clean his wounds again.
But would Marik be happy with that...?
But...if Marik wasn't happy...well, Ryou promised himself he would do whatever it took to get on Marik's good terms again. But his body was simply aching so much...it was hard to ignore the bruises Bakura had made upon his skin...
...well, a quick bath wouldn't hurt. It was just to get his wounds clean and feel better.
Quickly, Ryou darted into the changing rooms and slipped out of his clothes, slipping on a bathrobe instead. He hurriedly walked towards the tub, eased out of his robes and into the water.
Oh, how soothing the water was! Steamy and foaming hot, it numbed his senses and replaced his pain with a warm, comforting feeling. Smiling, Ryou slipped deeper and deeper into the water; when the water was seeping pass his neck, laughing, he dunked his head back into the water and breathed in happily when he felt warm water against his face.
Giggling, Ryou shook his head, his ivory hair soaked and heavy, since his locks were thick and soft. Stretching, he sat himself onto the little bench that surrounded the tub, and found some soap and water.
He had to hurry; Marik would be expecting him soon...
...but what Ryou did NOT expect was...
...a chuckle from behind him.
Tensing up immediately, Ryou whipped around, terror jarring his senses.
"Calm down, it's just me," said a voice calmly, stepping out from the shadows. Ryou blinked and exhaled a sigh of relief when he realized it was just Marik.
"Marik," Ryou sighed, relieved. Suddenly he snapped his eyes open, and squeaked, jumping away and covering himself, despite the foam floating uptop the waters. "I'm naked!"
"And how beautiful you look too," Marik replied, smirking. Again, Ryou noticed the Darkness was wearing his normally draping cloak as a robe, just as he did a few nights before. Ryou watched in amazement when he noticed that Marik had casually discarded his robes to the side, revealing everything for Ryou to see, before slipping into the waters next to him. Almost instantly, Ryou snapped around and buried his face in his hands, blushing furiously.
"Hmn?" An eyebrow was elevated mildly on Marik's face as he lingered his gaze on Ryou's bare and lithe backside. "Not joining me?" What a lovely backside...ended with a nice ass too...
"N-no," stuttered Ryou, blinking rapidly as he sank into the waters to cover up his torso. "N-no...sorry...I-I'm just...g-going to go now..." He reached out towards the side, but almost instantly his wrist was grabbed by Marik's strong hand, turning him around. Squeaking, Ryou sank into the water deeper as to cover up his nude form, until the water was just skimming by his nose.
Unfortunately, he was also eye-level with Marik's quite heavenly abs...
...and mouth point with Marik's arousal.
Marik gave him a rather ironic look as he felt the poor Light's face blush even more, turning a drastic tomato red as he fought with himself to get up or stay down. Upon instinct, Marik gently swayed his hips in front, so that his arousal just skimmed Ryou's lips. Ryou gave out a surprised squeak and instantly back-pedalled out of the waters, preferring a bare chest than an arousal in his mouth.
Marik laughed, his hand still on Ryou's wrist, and gently pulled him close.
"Aw, come on," Marik said softly, smirking lightly. "Humor me. I'd feel so lonely if you should leave."
"Y-you...would?" stuttered Ryou, blushing furiously. Marik laughed; and taking pity upon the rose-red boy in front of him, managed to swiftly steal a kiss from Ryou's lips.
"E-eeep...!"
Smirking, Marik released his clasp on Ryou's lips, gazing affectionately into Ryou's eyes. "Aw. something wrong, my love?"
The latest sentence sent Ryou in sputtering incoherently, blinking rapidly at how Marik had addressed him, a wave of red swarming his cheeks hotter. Marik laughed and gently pulled Ryou close, gesturing him to sit on the bench. Hand still firmly clasped on Ryou's wrist, Marik stealthily slipped behind Ryou on the bench, and sat himself there, one leg on each side of Ryou's thighs, his arms encircled around Ryou's chest protectively. Smirking, Marik placed a kiss on Ryou's neck, licking the beautiful milky skin.
Ryou jumped. "M-Marik?"
"Yes, Ryou?"
"Umm..." Ryou couldn't get his words straight; but it seemed Marik already knew.
"Aw, I thought you wouldn't be so bashful around me," Marik teased childishly, pouting over Ryou's shoulder. "After all, you didn't seem so upset about it the other night..."
Ryou made some odd noise, before squeezing his eyes shut, obviously caught between conflict deep inside. Marik laughed, and, still pouting, kissed Ryou's cheek.
"Maybe...this will help?"
Almost instantly, Marik began kneading against Ryou's chest, causing the young Light to arch his head back, as he enjoyed the gentle touch. Smirking still, Marik gently nibbled against the Light's neck, and then began to place hot kisses toward his collarbone.
"Mmmmaarrrrriiiikkkkk..."
"Yes, Ryou? Feeling better?"
Huffing, Ryou elbowed Marik slightly in the stomach, swirling around, his cheeks still pink. With mildly curious expression on his face, Marik merely leaned back, skillfully exposing his bare and perfectly sculpted chest for all to see.
"I'm here to bathe!" said Ryou, his cheeks still flushed. "Not to be molested!" Marik chuckled.
"It's remarkable how often those two things coincide, Ryou."
Ryou's mouth dropped, eyes wide, blinking. Laughing, Marik stood up, and swiftly brought himself close to his companion's lips.
"If you wish to bathe," Marik breathed, "then let me help you."
"T-that's not...necessary," stuttered Ryou, his heart racing at their closeness. Without breaking the intense gaze, Marik found the washcloth with his hand, and, after lathering it, wrapped his arms around Ryou's waist, drawing them close, and brought the washcloth up Ryou's back.
"Marik!" gasped Ryou, accidentally burying his head into the yami's chest.
"Just relax," he heard Marik whisper. The pressure upon his back increased, in firm, kneading circles, starting from the shoulders and downwards. Ryou let out a quiet moan, more like a murmur, as he surrendered to the touch and nuzzled his face into Marik's chest. It really did...feel really good...
However, as Marik had managed to finish his back and was beginning on his rear, Ryou squeaked and instantly backpedalled, but Marik was still holding him close.
"You want me to do your front first?" asked Marik innocently (as his personality could be, at any rate). Ryou blinked.
"Umn...okay?"
Smirking, Marik gently pushed him into the walls of the jaccuzzi, and drew the cloth around Ryou's chest, each rotation smooth and soothing. Ryou couldn't help but smile at the touch; the steam of the jaccuzzi seemed to be lost among the heat, the radiation, the warmth that Marik was giving off.
"You don't have to be so uptight with me, Ryou," smiled Marik as he leaned in closer. He lightly brushed his lips against Ryou's, closing his eyes in a calm manner. "Right?"
Ryou blinked, looking up at Marik's restless face. Smiling, he wrapped his arms around the Egyptian, drawing them closer.
"No," he said softly. "No, I don't. I'm sorry, Marik-kun."
He felt Marik smirk, before gently kissing him on the forehead.
"You say sorry far too often, Ryou," said Marik, brushing Ryou's bangs away from his eyes. Ryou smiled still, snuggling close against Marik's figure.
"I'm so- uh..."
He felt Marik smirk again, stifling a laugh. "Come on, weren't you here to take a bath?"
Grinning, Ryou slipped away from Marik's grip, and entered a more cooler part of the jacuzzi. Marik followed, bottles and washcloth in hands, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Swiftly, Marik caught Ryou into his arms, cleansing him lovingly with the washcloth. Smiling, Ryou relaxed, nodding his head against Marik's chest as he allowed the Darkness to wash him. He gave out a small squeal when he felt Marik's free hand slip downwards, before it gently squeezed his rear.
"Marik!"
"Oops," said Marik mischievously, kissing Ryou's cheek in apology. "Naughty hands."
"That's not all they are," sighed Ryou, although still smiling.
The next time Ryou squealed indignantly was when Marik's hand slipped in front.
"MARIK!"
Laughing, Marik brought Ryou close again, softly caressing Ryou's thighs. "Sorry. Force of habit."
"Force of habit?" sighed Ryou exasperatedly, though he was rather enjoying the caresses Marik was making on his inner thighs. It sent shivers up and down his spine, causing him to shudder pleasurably against Marik's hold.
"At least you like it," Marik murmured softly, kissing Ryou's neck, smiling. Ryou smiled exasperatedly in return.
Suddenly, Marik swirled them both around, and sealed a passionate kiss against Ryou's lips. Squealing in delight, Ryou allowed his lips to be once again, massaged open, as the familiar duel of tongues commenced, aided and abetted by Marik's naughty hands and other "habits" as the Egyptian ran his fingers up and down Ryou's sides, skillfully avoiding his wounds, and gripping and groping in places Ryou never thought had such pleasurable nerve cells.
When they broke apart, Ryou gave Marik a happy, half-lidded gaze, and placed a far more simpler kiss upon Marik's lips.
Smirking again, Marik firmly pushed Ryou against the wall, trapping him with one hand on each side. As he watched Ryou breathe and pant heavily with the suspicion of what was going to happen, Marik leaned in, staring deep into Ryou's eyes.
"Watch this."
Casually, before Ryou could say anything, Marik swayed his hips sensually, his arousal slipping past Ryou's. Simultaneously, both hissed, but Ryou began gasping for breath as his senses over raided his blood, tingling his body in a delightful shudder, as Marik began to slip by again and again. Moaning, Ryou slipped his hands within the depths of Marik's hair, arching his back as his senses rose to a higher level. Arching himself, Marik lightly bucked, sending a gasp escaping Ryou's lips as both arousals...aroused...their senses.
Body wishing to feel it again, Ryou instinctively arched again, bucking back. He felt Marik give a soft groan of pleasure as the Darkness repeated the motion, sending their passionate sensations wavering just below danger point. Driven in a heat of passion, Marik swayed again, more forcefully, grinding his hip against Ryou's steadily, sending shockwaves of passion and pleasure in a steady rhythm.
Gasps, moans, and breaths punctuated the steady sloshing of the waters as Marik continued, grinding more than their hips together, shooting nerves of unbelievable pleasure between the both of them, passion bubbling just below the most heated level.
Ryou's heart was beating madly against his ribs as Marik continued, seething and clutching against the passion that simply felt too good to be right. Gradually, Marik began to increase the pressure with each time his arousal passed Ryou's, causing Ryou's moans to echo louder and louder in the room as the Light cried out his lover's name.
Finally, passion just barely suppressed, Marik bucked, maneuvering himself so that his arousal curved and brushed against Ryou's forcefully but passionately, and suddenly, something exploded inside him, sending the rhythmnitic waters sprawling in all directions. Ignoring the abrupt effect, Marik, growling lowly, engulfed Ryou's lips in his own, and, grabbing Ryou's hips, bucked harshly, sending a gasp, followed by a deep moan from Ryou's lips. Another explosion occurred, sending more of the disturbed waters sprawling with ripples in all directions.
When they broke apart, both of them were gasping for breath, longing to feel the same spike of pleasure that sent their senses erratically through their minds. Marik was about to do so again when Ryou slipped, shuddering, into his arms.
"That felt...incredible..."
Purring, Marik nodded, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy. He was about to continue when Ryou suddenly made an odd noise, a curious noise, before pulling back.
"Marik...what's that?"
Blinking, Marik looked down, and raised an ironic eyebrow as he noticed the white mess on his torso. Looking around, he noticed that the waters were now stained with it; from afar, one would mistaken it for steam, but Marik knew perfectly well what it was. Ryou, however, did not.
The Light was hugging to himself, clearly unaware of what the unfamiliar mess was, and when Marik went to hug the Light again, he was instantly hit with a far more enticing idea when he noticed Ryou's lithe stomach was swept with the same substance.
Caught on instinct, Marik lunged at the Light, sending both of them gracefully onto the dry ground. Smirking, he brushed Ryou's hair back and instantly leaned downwards south, his tongue slipping out seductively as he eyed the mess upon Ryou's torso.
"Marik! What are you!"
But Ryou's question ended with a long, loud moan of pleasure when Marik's tongue trailed up, from his arousal to his torso, licking the substance off as the tongue adventured forth in a straight line, pass Ryou's chest and up Ryou's neck, finally ending when the lips met his. As Ryou opened his mouth, he could faintly taste the substance that was still lingering on Marik's tongue, a salty, and more accurately, enticing flavor.
When they broke apart, Marik's lips were barely an inch away, hovering over Ryou's own as the Light panted for breath.
"Marik! What the...?"
He watched as Marik smirked, kissing him on the lips again, his hand caressing through the locks of Ryou's wet hair.
"You liked it, didn't you?" Marik smirked.
"Marik," panted Ryou exasperatedly. "That was…that was uncalled for!"
Marik laughed, throwing his head back as he clambered across Ryou's waist. Smirking, he kissed the edge of Ryou's lips, slipping his tongue trailing towards Ryou's chin, and along his jaw.
"I love it when you're so indignant," Marik chuckled, licking at Ryou's throat, causing the younger one beneath him to arch back. "It makes you blush. And plus….I like how you taste."
"Marrriiikkkk…." Ryou moaned, shaking his head slightly.
"Yes, Ryou?" Marik asked, his voice low and husky, as he arched his own back, his face looming over the Light's.
Laughing, Ryou stroked against the Darkness's beautiful, heavenly face. Marik smirked again before claiming that laugh for his own, muffling the lover's voice as their lips crashed together.
When the broke apart, Ryou gave Marik an exasperated, happy smile, looking at him with a twinkle in his brown eyes.
"Look at what you've done, Marik!" sighed Ryou, placing a softer, gentler kiss upon the Egyptian's lips. The Egyptian smirked and immediately sped things up, his tongue instantly darting around Ryou's moist cavern. Giggling, Ryou pulled back, breaking the kiss and making a face at his lover. "I came here to bathe! And you got me all dirty again!"
"Gods, you have no idea how wrong that sounds," Marik smirked, licking at Ryou's throat again. Ryou blinked for a moment, clearly confused, before he arched his head back in realization.
"Marik! That's not what I -"
"And what's wrong to you," continued Marik, looking down at the Light beneath him, "is just right for me."
With that, he crushed their lips together, massaging Ryou's mouth open as he explored every inch of the Light's mouth, purring possessively.
"If you want, my little thief," whispered Marik, his voice dripping with naughtiness, "I can clean you up….without the use of a washcloth." He slithered his fingers up Ryou's stomach pointedly, causing the Light to gasp and giggle childishly, before the Egyptian drew his finger into his lips, licking at the Light's essence. He smirk grew as Ryou's eyes did, blinking repeatedly.
"You'll just get me dirty again," Ryou sighed, clearly still not getting what Marik was suggesting. However…that didn't matter. More for element of surprise.
"Of course I will," Marik smirked, kissing Ryou's lips again, allowing Ryou to taste a bit of himself. Whilst the Light was distracted, Marik slid a finger up his own abdominals, coating his finger with his own essence, and promptly laced Ryou's lips with the misty white mess. Ryou gasped, his tongue involuntarily licking his lips, shocked at what he tasted. That was Marik!
As Marik fixed his lips on Ryou's once again, distracting the paler boy, Ryou couldn't help but smile, only one thing drifting in his mind as Marik "dirtied" him up again.
He liked how Marik tasted.
Eventually, the two of them managed to get clean enough (after about roughly six attempts) and it was only after Ryou was all dried up and was thrusted up the wall by Marik's impulsive frame, did the Light realize what Marik had been suggesting in the tub.
"Marik!" Ryou accused, when they broke apart from yet another kiss. Laughing, Marik ran his fingers through the Light's moist hair, nuzzling his nose against Ryou's.
"Don't look at me like that, my little thief," Marik said, smirking. "You're far too innocent to be tainted as such." He kissed Ryou's lips again, trailing his tongue across Ryou's bottom lip. "However…that doesn't stop me from trying."
Ryou blushed; pink tinting his cheeks once again as Marik pulled away.
Snickering, Marik intertwined the Light's fingers with his own, finally deciding to stop tormenting the poor boy with his suggestions. Ryou smiled, though his cheeks were still pink, as he followed Marik out of the Jacuzzi and into their rooms
"Where do you suppose they've gone?" Ryou voiced quietly, looking up from his book. Marik was getting undressed, and when Ryou had stopped being so engrossed in his book, he couldn't help but be engrossed again at something else.
Marik saw Ryou gawking as he slipped out of his attire. Night had fallen, the sky outside dark and blank through the window. Ryou's heavenly scent lingered in the room, refreshening Marik with every breath he took. The Light was already in his own pajamas, a pale, pastel shade of blue with darker thin stripes running downwards.
"Gone?" said Marik distantly, not quite caring about the others as he turned towards the side, looking out the window, so that Ryou got a little more view of his goodies. He could almost feel Ryou's face radiating pink as he held back the instinct to watch the little thief host from the corner of his eye.
Ryou was blushing furiously, though he could not take his eyes off Marik's godly figure. In the dark of their last encounter, it had been far too dim to acknowledge all of Marik in his unholy beauty, and while they were in the tub, the Egyptian had distracted him too far by constantly "dirtying" him. Now, in the clear light of the room, Ryou could see those beautiful, heavenly abs, the strong, broad chest, the deeply tanned skin that complimented the Darkness's lavender eyes.
Blinking repeatedly, Ryou quickly looked back into his book, trying to rid him of Marik's attractiveness.
"Yes…gone," Ryou said to the book, trying to get the image out of Marik's chest from his mind. "I mean…do you think they're hurt? Yugi and them?"
Marik was about to retort, "Why do you care?" when he realized who was sitting on the bed. Rolling his eyes, Marik adapted an evil smirk, turning around to pick up some sleepwear, giving Ryou a clear view of his backside.
"I do hope they come back soon," Marik said off-handedly, eyeing the Rod on a dresser next to him, "it would be such a disappointment to have all my hard work go down the drain."
He had expected Ryou to sigh, to say no, to look horrified, but there was only silence. Looking back slightly, Marik smirked as he saw the Light had his eyes wide open, gawking at his backside. Smirking still, Marik leaned towards one side, placing his hand on his hip, giving Ryou quite a good view of not only his exposed rear, but also something more.
"Ryou?"
"Y-yes?" Ryou stuttered out of his enraptured gaze. Marik could feel Ryou's eyes leaving his exposed rear, and traveling to the scars on his back. Suddenly, Marik was caught with a wave of self-consciousness. He never liked anyone looking at the scars on his back. They were personal, a constant reminder of the pain he had to suffer through the get them.
Growling slightly to himself, Marik slipped into a pair of pants, sitting on the bed. He could still feel Ryou's gaze upon his backside, and was getting quite annoyed at it.
"The scars will be there forever, you know," Marik said bitterly. "Looking at them won't make them go away."
He could almost feel Ryou jerking back guilty, could almost feel Ryou bow his head in apology, looking a back at the book. Hmphing, Marik bent over, leaning his forehead against the palm of his head. Lately, it had not been a very lenient experience. He had a slight headache, though it was nothing big, but it was rather annoying. As much as he enjoyed teasing Ryou with his seductive moves and remarks, there were times he was brought back into reality. …he was an Ishtal, and more accurately, a Yami no Ishtal. A Dark Ishtal. He had things to do.
Though Bakura had been already been banished, as was Malik, Marik couldn't be even slightly suspicious that there was something lingering in the air, something that foreshadowed darkness approaching. With Rishid still unconscious and mysteriously gone, Marik had yet another thing to add to his list of reconsidering. He needed to kill Rishid in order to guarantee that Malik would not come back. Especially if he came back with Bakura.
Marik sighed silently to himself. He had promised to protect Ryou, to keep him safe from the ancient thief who tormented him day and night. He did not want to see Ryou in pain and crying again, nor did he want to see Ryou lifeless, empty.
He wanted Ryou to be in his arms. Snuggling deep in his arms, giggling, laughing, smiling. Marik wanted to kiss those laughs, those giggles, those smiles. He wanted to be the one who created those laughs, giggles and smiles.
He frowned, staring accusingly at the floor, his headache getting mildly worse.
However, suddenly, thin, soft fingers brushed against the base of his neck. He jerked up straight, about to say something scathing about not touching his scars, when the fingers pressed down lightly, gently kneading his shoulders in a loving manner. He raised his eyebrow, looking back, and saw that Ryou was regarding him with a concerned look, his eyes wide and big and sparkling.
"Is something wrong, Marik?" Ryou asked softly, seemingly not aware that his fingers were playing against Marik's tense muscles, easing them slowly. "You seem sort of stressed."
"I'm fine," Marik said brusquely, but a part of him had already surrendered to Ryou's gentle touch. Smiling slightly to himself, Marik relaxed, allowing Ryou to continue easing him out of his stress.
"You're so tense," Ryou noted quietly, watching Marik carefully for a reaction. Ryou was a little concerned. What was Marik thinking about that seemed so grim?
"I'm fine," Marik repeated, feeling his eyelids droop as Ryou allowed his soft, gentle fingers to ease away all of Marik's worries. Shaking himself slightly, Marik promptly turned around, and pounced onto Ryou, wrapping the Light in his arms. Ryou blinked, looking up quizzically.
"I'm fine," Marik said again, settling against the headboard, stroking Ryou's hair affectionately. "You don't have to worry about me, Ryou."
"You sure?" Ryou asked, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. Marik nodded, giving his little thief a smirk.
"I'm sure," he said simply.
Ryou searched the Darkness's eyes. He could clearly see that there was something more behind what Marik said, but decided not to press. It didn't matter. Marik could take care of himself. Heck, he could take care of himself and Ryou at the same time.
"Okay," Ryou nodded, automatically leaning his cheek against Marik's bare chest. "But…if there's anything wrong…you'll tell me, won't you?"
"Of course, my little thief," assured Marik. Ryou smiled. Marik had begun to call him "his little thief" recently. Ryou wasn't sure why, since Bakura was long gone now, but he didn't mind. He liked Marik's nickname for him. It made him his…it made Ryou part of Marik. And it made Ryou's heart swell to know that he was a part of the Darkness's life.
He felt Marik kiss his head, and looked up, smiling.
"Why do you call me that?" Ryou asked sleepily, as he curled up against the Darkness's protective hold.
"What, 'little thief'?"
"Yeah…" Ryou whispered, nuzzling against Marik's chest. "Yeah…"
"You don't like it?"
"No…no….I like it…" Ryou yawned, resting his head against his lover's collarbone, fingers lightly trailing Marik's jaw affectionately. "Just…wondering…why."
Marik smiled, watching Ryou outline his features with his fingers. The Light looked absolutely adorable in his blue flannel pajamas, like a soft, exhausted child. Especially how he curled against the Egyptian, knees hugged close, unconsciously wishing for the Darkness to pull him closer. Marik rested his head against Ryou's, stroking the Light's cheek. He felt Ryou giggle softly again, before there was a flutter of lashes against Marik's fingers.
"Well…" whispered Marik softly, more to himself than to Ryou, who seemed to be almost asleep.
"…you stole…."
"I did…?" Ryou murmured sleepily, nuzzling against Marik's collarbone. "…what did I steal…?"
"…my heart…"
Smiling, Ryou drifted into sleep. Marik gently kissed the Light on top of his head, before surrendering to slumber. At times like these, Marik was sure, utterly sure, that there would be nothing to stop him from protecting Ryou. Having Ryou next to him, cuddled so close, looking like a sleeping angel rather than a host, made Marik's heart freeze and his mind serene. Having Ryou next to him seemed to chase away every possible worry, every possible fret.
A Light in the Darkness.
Marik fell asleep, a rare, small yet genuine smile, on his face.
But as the couple slept, another two awakened. One awakened first, snowy white hair barely concealing his deadly smirk as he arched his eyebrow at what seemed to be a very familiar maze. The other next to him groaned softly, before sitting up, golden flaxen hair wisping out of his eyes as he blew them away.
"Bakura…? Where are we…?"
Wow, I made Marik real sappy here. (groans) Okay, I canmake Marik horny, dirty, sappy...but not EVIL! GRR! I can make him grim, dark andaggresive, butI can't make him EVIL! GR! WHY WAS ICURSED WITH THE TALENT OF WRITING BAKU-EVIL! GRRR...!
Actually, in thesequal, i have a damngood reason formaking Marik sappy. and it works too! don't worry, in thesequal Baku will be pretty sappy too; I think simply because he's the last one to realize how much he's in love with someone. Being in AE might help him remember.
Anyways, Read and Review!
