Wooh, the second last chapter. (cries) oh gods, I never knew this could end so fast!
But yes, explicit lemon here, just beware! (hugs)
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Chapter Seventeen: If Walls Could Talk
"Do not worry, Jonouchi. Soon you will join your love Mai in the Shadow Realm. You needn't fear for her health."
"I'll beat you and get her back!"
Laughter. Cold, malicious laughter. "I'm sure, Jonouchi. You are not worthy to feel the Sun God's presence."
"I WILL get her back, you insane artichoke head!"
"Just shut up and die, Jonouchi."
Ryou sighed, nursing his head as he heard these battle comments from the computer. Once again, he had manipulated Marik's computer to give him footage of the coming duel. He sighed again, looking at the screen sadly, wishing Marik could be with him right now.
Marik's voice echoed into the room, filed with cold, heartless mirth. "Let me hear your screams of pain, Jonouchi! How much longer can you last Ra's fury?"
Ryou had to close his eyes and cup his hands over his ears to block out his friend's screams. Sighing once more, he turned off all the volume on the computer, and left the desk.
They had reached Alcatraz Tower early that morning. Both he and Marik had awoken in silence, until Marik had to leave. Ryou had attempted a strong smile, and succeeded; something that made Marik smile also. Ryou had wished his lover good luck and Marik stole a kiss, claiming that Ryou's lips had all the luck he'd ever need.
Sighing, Ryou sat back on the bed, absent-mindedly swinging his legs to and fro. The sun had barely even reached its midday point, so Marik wouldn't be back quite so soon. As Ryou watched the growing sun from the window, his mind seeped through memories of the day before, playing every gorgeous detail in front of his eyes. He sighed, wistfully this time, as he slowly smiled at the memories, fingering his locket absently.
The day before had been so utterly exhilarating, so beautiful, so perfect, that Ryou just had to preserve it in his mind. He had carefully written everything, every single detail, from the morning star's dawn to the dance in the moonlight, in his journal, where he had also pressed the first rose Marik had given him. For three hours of the morning, he had relived the moments once more as he laid them out in pen and ink, before he had to close his book, for he had written everything he could possibly think of.
Now he sat, on the bed, reliving those heavenly moments once more. But Ryou knew he couldn't continue daydreaming about Marik's gift for another three to five hours; Marik wouldn't be coming back soon either, at least, not until early evening, for he had to witness Yami's and Kaiba's duel later that afternoon. And now, kicking his legs back and forth, and counting the diamonds on his bracelet, Ryou sat, restless as he tried to figure out something to do with his time.
"He's done so much for me…" Ryou whispered to himself, a soft, dreaming smile on his lips, as he fiddled with the bed sheets. "So much…you could hardly expect someone like him to do so much…he really must love me…"
At this, Ryou's smile grew into a happy grin, his heart swelling with indescribable pride and joy.
"He loves me…" Ryou whispered to himself, his eyes glazing as he stared at the terminated computer. Slowly, his grin shrank back into a small, wistful smile. "I should…I should do something for him too…" Standing up, he absently flipped through his journal, pale pages skimming past, reflecting his neat handwriting. He had written all of it in English, as to make sure Yami Bakura wouldn't read it very well. Bakura, after all, was more or less awakened when Ryou was in Japan; hence the British terms of Ryou's heritage was still a little flimsy on the spirit's tongue.
Still, Bakura didn't need to look at Ryou's journal to know how the Light felt. His heart simply felt so light, so swelled, and his grin itself seemed to glow, that it seemed as though anyone would've known something was up.
As he flipped through the creamy pages, words flew at him randomly. As he ran the pages pass his thumb once more, Ryou's mind drifted again to Marik's gifts.
"I really should do something back…" Ryou said. "…I mean…he's done so much…and I never really did anything back…" At this, he looked at the table, where a shoebox of his dolls had been stowed away. He frowned. Maybe I should finish them? he asked himself.
Still, something chided in the back of his mind.
Give Marik two small dolls that you've made? the voice snorted softly. Well, that may be sweet, but weigh what he's done for you so far! He brought you back from the shadows, dressed your wound, kept you safe, saved you from the blimp, nursed you back to health when you fainted, admitted his love for you, saved you from Bakura, and now…he's willing to prolong the duel with Yami Yugi, so that he can be with you. Not to mention the locket, the flowers, the rose, and the bracelet…
….
…. and the ring…
He exhaled, slightly anxious. What was he supposed to do? He knew his inner intuition was correct; judging by how much Marik had done for him, giving the Egyptian two homemade dolls seemed to be a little …pathetic.
So…what does Marik like most? Ryou asked himself.
Idly, Ryou scratched his head, staring at the wall quizzically. What did Marik like best? Though it had seemed that Ryou knew more about Marik than the Egyptian knew about the Light, in truth, Ryou merely had observed Marik and learned about his past through Malik. Now that Ryou thought about it, he didn't actually know what Marik liked to do with his time, given the fact that the Darkness had been using most of his time alive to plunder, pillage and kill.
Well, I can't do that for him, Ryou joked weakly. I can't kill anyone…I can't even hurt anyone! So…what does Marik like…?
Sighing, Ryou racked his brains for ideas. Duel monster cards? No. Chocolates? No. A new knife? Eh, maybe, but where was Ryou going to get a designer dagger? True, Bakura must've stashed tons somewhere in his apartment, but Ryou wasn't in his apartment, and even then, Bakura would've killed him (with another hidden dagger) for stealing and giving one of the fancy knives to Marik.
Ryou shook his head. Too dangerous. Bakura and Marik would've then proceed into a knife fight, and they were quite evenly matched. Marik had the strength and build, but Bakura was quick and light. It would be one long duel.
Pouting (frowning!) with frustration, Ryou sat back down on the bed huffily, glaring at the wall with an intense glare. What would Marik like!
Then it hit him. As he felt the soft covers of the bed, an idea hit him. Though it had been used once…it was still used as a present to him…perhaps this time, Ryou should return the sentiment…
Jumping to his feet, Ryou giggled nervously, as a child would when they were giddy with pride. He glanced around the room, taking note of the large bed, and the empty walls. Well…
"I can do this!" he said to himself out loud. "It may not be much, but it's all I can give him." He nodded firmly. "Yes. I can do this."
Giggling with eagerness, Ryou looked at the clock. Only one. Hm..that gave him four hours at least to set everything up. And since everyone was either watching the duel or in the hospital wing (which was on the other side of the blimp!), Ryou decided he could quite proceed with his plan without much disturbance.
As he headed out the door, he clapped his hands eagerly, grinning. He was so eager to tell his plans verbally to someone, but obviously, that couldn't happen. It was such a good idea, he just needed to brag…!
The door opened, and as the Light walked through, making sure no one was around, he giggled once more, fingering the wall mischievously.
"Can you keep a secret?"
The four hours passed slowly, since Ryou took his time when it came to setting everything up. He had managed to find the storeroom closet, where extra blankets of sorts were held, and carried a majority back to the room by himself. He retrieved a CD from his room, popping it into Marik's stereo, and listened to the song that would definitely give him inspiration.
When everything was all set up, Ryou took a bath and shower, using the same scented soap and lathering it deep into his skin, so that he would smell heavenly and fresh when Marik came back. He went through Marik's things, hoping to find something appropriate for such an occasion (since he himself would never possess such things!) and eventually, draped himself in one of Malik's lavender robes. Knotting it loosely, Ryou sat himself on the bed, idly rearranging the fruits and the wine that was laid next to the bed.
"Oh gods," Ryou breathed, a little nervously. He smiled. "I wonder what Marik will say?"
Marik groaned, dunking his head into the sink once more. He allowed the cold, soothing water to run through his thick mane, before shaking it dry like a lion's. Making a face, he threw the Millennium Rod to once side with heavy aggression, satisfied slightly to hear a crack, before the treasure bounced off. He was even more pleased to see a large dent in the wall where the Rod had struck.
"Gods," Marik muttered, picking up the Rod. "Thanks, Malik. Pop out of nowhere in Anzu's body." He shook his head, smirking evilly into the mirror. "Well, I'm you, now," he said triumphantly. "There's nothing you can do to get your body back. It's mine and mine alone. Your destiny is now mine."
He exhaled smugly, twirling the Rod between his fingers.
"Damn idiot Pharaoh…."
He looked back, staring at the clock. Hmn. Five. He should go back to Ryou soon. After all, the duel with the Pharaoh would be tomorrow…perhaps he would find Ryou on the bed once more, reading a book, before both of them would indulge into Ryou's tale, shortly after falling asleep.
He needed it, anyways. Well, at least he needed something to cheer him up. Jonouchi was actually decently strong for a mutt! Growling, Marik gagged into his hand once more, a single trickle of sweat beading the side of his face, tickling his hidden veins. That was one rather stressing duel. Better not tell Ryou how pressuring it really was.
Great. With Jonouchi, the Rod deactivating, and Malik coming back in Anzu's body, plus the Pharaoh…Marik had to wonder whether he had actually thought of Bakura as being a serious threat compared to recent matters.
"Gods, Malik," Marik grumbled, walking out of the bathroom. "What has the thief been teaching you? You're more of a persistent cockroach than Bakura is!"
Silently sighing, Marik made a face at the wall once more, before he headed down to his room.
"I hope Ryou's had a better day."
Now that it was five, Ryou had been reconsidering his plan. He tittered nervously, fiddling with his fingers.
"What if Marik doesn't like it?" Ryou asked out loud. "What if…I've never done this before…how do I make him understand?"
The room had been draped with wine and deep lavender curtains, (or blankets, as Ryou found), and the lights had dimmed to half their quality, casting hueing pale rays against the richer shades of the shadows. The bed had been stuffed with pillows and replaced with satin and silken sheets. The desk next to him was covered with a laced, pale lavender cloth, upon which sat a large bowl of fruits, cascading with ripe grapes, strawberries, and apples. Next to that, were two wine goblets, and a bottle of fine wine. Ryou hadn't been sure what to choose from; he had never drunken alcohol before, so he decided to follow Bakura's judgement on such matters. The thief had taken one too many gulps at night occasionally, and Ryou had to end up in a rather tipsy body before going home. (Of course, Bakura wasn't technically too drunk to go home; he had always meticulously knew how much to consume. He just liked teasing Ryou in a tipsy body.)
Ryou fidgeted. "Maybe I should forget about this…" he muttered nervously. "I've never done this before…at least…not with me making the first move…"
Suddenly, the door opened, and Marik strolled in. Ryou blushed.
"Umn…h-hi…Marik," Ryou greeted shyly.
The Egyptian froze at the door, eyes widening.
"What in the name of Ra…?" he breathed.
Marik couldn't quite believe it. The room looked entirely transformed, and Ryou, looking ever so delectable, was sitting on the bed, draped in only Malik's lavender robe.
If Ryou was doing what Marik thought he was doing…
Eyes flashing hungrily, Marik casually stepped forward, his senses prickling with the familiar desire since he had laid eyes upon Ryou's form.
"My my," he smirked evilly. "And what is this?"
Ryou blushed. "Aah…"
Suppressing a deep chuckle, Marik silkily strode forwards, trying to ignore the tempting fact that Ryou, in his embarrassment, had crossed his legs and shrank into himself, unintentionally bearing quite a tantalizing view of his milky skin. How delectable.
Soon, Marik was standing in front of Ryou, arching an eyebrow seductively.
"Well well well," Marik chuckled lowly, his amethyst eyes deepening violet and lavender with desire. "Do I dare even hope? Is this what I think it is?"
Ryou blushed once more, giving Marik a timid smile. "Ah…m-maybe…"
Chuckling once more, Marik idly brushed his fingers pass Ryou's silky silver locks, the touch barely feather-light, before dropping his hand back to his side. Smirking once more, he leaned forwards, until the tip of his nose was brushing pass Ryou's.
"Need a little help?"
Instantly, lips met lips, and tongues were thrust pass open mouths, into hot, moist caverns. Heat rose between the Darkness and the Light, before the younger one was thrust onto his back into the bed, with the Darker half clambering atop him and sliding across his waist. Fire reared between them as Marik forcefully pressed down, proceeding to massage Ryou's mouth open and delve his hands into Ryou's satin hair.
When they broke apart, Ryou was smiling, and Marik was quite smug.
"Well?" he purred, smirking triumphantly.
Ryou giggled, before softly brushing his fingers pass Marik's bangs. His eyes raked over Marik's face slowly, in a daze, a heavenly captured daze, before staring deep into those rich amethyst eyes. Summoning up his courage, Ryou gently kissed Marik on the lips, feather-light before pulling back once more.
"I guess…what I mean to say…" Ryou said softly, "is that…you've been doing so much for me, and I just had to make it up to you too. You've given me and done so much for me, I just had to do something back. So…"
Taking a deep breath, Ryou gave Marik a shy look, before he relaxed onto the bed, spreading out his arms and looking firmly up at the Darkness.
"I know it's not much," Ryou admitted sheepishly. "But it's all I could do right now…I wasn't sure what you would like or want…so…" He took a deep breath once more. "So tonight…I give myself to you entirely. Entirely."
"Entirely?" Marik repeated, arching an eyebrow, quite interested. "And what do you mean by 'entirely'?"
"I mean…" Ryou exhaled once more. "I guess what I mean is….this time…no holding back, I guess. You can do anything you want with me tonight. Anything. I know it isn't much, so that's why I guess I say…you can have anything you want at all."
"Anything?" Marik repeated, his tongue slipping out from the corner of his mouth. "Are you sure 'anything'?"
Ryou nodded firmly, kissing Marik once more. "Anything. Although I'm not sure what you can do…I'm going to let you do it anyways." He beamed, hugging Marik close. "It's the only way I could've thought to thank you…" he whispered softly.
Straightening, Marik gently ran his fingers down Ryou's cheek, acknowledging the Light carefully.
"You sure?" Marik asked, snickering quietly. "I thought you didn't want to spend the rest of our time together romping."
Ryou grinned, beaming at Marik once more. "Changed my mind."
Marik snickered lowly, before thrusting his lips against Ryou's once more. "You little brat…made me do all that hard work for nothing…"
He drew back, nuzzling his nose with Ryou's, before kissing his lover on the lips once more. "Well…I can't say it was for nothing," Marik admitted quietly, staring down at Ryou with a fondness in his eyes that made Ryou's spirits rise. "I wanted to make you happy."
"And I want to make you happy too," Ryou said, nodding. He gently ran his finger down Marik's cheek also, outlining the dark kohl lines. "I wanted to make you happy too…"
Chuckling, Marik kissed Ryou's forehead, idly licking the boy's cheek.
"Well then," Marik snickered sadistically, "you'd better not regret it."
Instantly, Marik had flipped Ryou's robe open, exposing the Light's little body to its full beauty. Grinning sadistically, he threw the covers above him, before sliding expertly out of his own clothes and lying flush on top of Ryou.
"Beautiful," Marik whispered, roaming his hands up Ryou's torso. Ryou shivered, feeling once again that familiar pleasure sink into his skin. Hungrily, Marik began suckling on every inch of Ryou's body that he could find, causing soft moans from the younger one beneath him, as he ran his fingers up and down Ryou's sides.
Ryou moaned again, closing his eyes in utter bliss as he allowed Marik to do his wonders. Marik's eager hands had roamed down to his thighs, manipulating them with his soft fingers, causing shivers to run up and down Ryou's spine. Marik smirked, hearing the younger one moan once more, before fixing his mouth in the crook on Ryou's neck, and sank his teeth into the soft flesh.
A sharp gasp was heard, and Ryou tensed, before Marik began to suckle on the mark, causing Ryou to moan huskily once more. Shivering, Ryou dove his hands into Marik's mane of gold, pressing Marik closer to his shoulder as the Egyptian continued to suck mercilessly on Ryou's most sensitive spot.
As Marik continued his skillful ministrations, his hands had wandered to a stop, resting his fingers upon that of Ryou's chest, skillfully hardening the nipples that were upon there. Ryou cried out, arching and moaning once more.
"But Marik…" he whispered. "What if someone hears?"
Chuckling, Marik withdrew back, leaving quite an obvious mark on Ryou's pale skin, before laying a finger on Ryou's lips. He took a moment, staring deep into Ryou's eyes with adoration and love, and pleased when he got the same look in return.
"No one would hear," Marik whispered. "And if they do, then so be it."
"We're two people who love each other," Ryou whispered back. "Will they ever be able to tear us apart?"
"Never," Marik whispered. He smirked, crushing his lips with Ryou's, as the Light's free hand found the remote control for the CD player, and turning it on. "Not unless you tell them."
"Can we keep…" breathed Ryou back, "…our love…a secret? Just…for us?"
"Of course…" Marik breathed in reply.
Can you keep a secret?
Smiling, Ryou drew back, fingering Marik's bangs with a sparkly look in his eyes.
"I love you so much."
"I love you too," Marik chuckled back. With that, he crushed their lips together once more, feeling those silky petal soft lips part, before the hot atmosphere of Ryou's mouth. Ryou moaned, deepening the kiss as he fingered Marik's hair with his soft hands, prickling Marik's senses to the extreme.
These walls keep a secret
That only….we know….
Eventually, Marik's lips departed from Ryou's, who was panting for breath as Marik sat back up, roaming his hands once more across Ryou's torso. The Light shuddered pleasingly, clasping his fingers together around Marik's neck. Smirking, Marik promptly ran his fingers right back up to Ryou's throat, before the Darkness began placing hot, wet kisses from the edge of Ryou's lips to his jaw, and down his tender throat.
But how long can they keep it
Cause we're two lovers who lose control
Ryou moaned once more, arching, and unintentionally meeting Marik's hardness flush on. Despite himself, Marik inhaled sharply, before his instincts and senses drove him crazy, and promptly bucked back down. Ryou cried out in pleasure as his senses were once again massacred with intimate passion, sending jolts throughout his entire frame as he arched back.
Allowing himself a possessive moan, Marik grabbed Ryou's hips and held them down, before rolling upon them, grinding his hardness against Ryou's own. Ryou cried out and shuddered again, grasping the sheets as his senses exploded themselves with the pleasure Marik was giving him. And what made the passion even more wrong, or right…was that Ryou could do nothing back, with Marik's hands upon his hips. So instead, the Light simply lay there, raking his fingers up and down Marik's spine, unconsciously urging the Darkness to continue harder.
We're two shadows chasing rainbows
Behind closed windows, behind closed doors
Inhaling sharply, Marik reared back and began to roll his hips with even more ferocity against Ryou's, ascending creaking noises from the bed. Ryou cried out once more in absolute pleasure, digging his nails hard enough into Marik's skin to draw lines.
Ryou's cries only drove Marik father into passionate insanity. Gripping the younger boy's hips hard, he bucked down hard, crushing their arousals together, needing to feel the tempting, unrighteous passion once more.
Finally, the explosion they had been waiting for occurred, and Marik momentarily stopped, collapsing on top of Ryou, before drawing the panting boy into his grasp, and beginning to place butterfly kisses on his shoulder.
If walls could talk, oh, they could say "I want you more"
They could say, "hey, ever felt like this before?"
"Oh gods…" Ryou breathed, wrapping his arms around Marik's chest, nuzzling snugly into Marik's throat. "That was…incredible…"
Marik chuckled, before suckling once again on Ryou's tender flesh. "Anything for my little thief."
That you would always be…
..the one for me…
After a moment's breath, the two resumed once again, this time beginning with a deep kiss, before Marik's naughty hands had found something else to play with. Ryou gasped, jerking back as he felt Marik's cool fingers prancing upon his length. He wiggled a bit, unintentionally with Marik's one hardness, and the Darkness had to grip Ryou's length harder in his grasp to contain Ryou from doing such a thing again.
"You are far too tempting," Marik whispered, licking Ryou's throat. "I must thank you."
Ryou giggled, forcing his body to relax. "You're welcome."
Fingers nancing upon Ryou's length once more, Marik sufficiently captured Ryou's throat on the other side once more, nibbling and sucking deeply. Ryou writhed, moaning as he was conflicted with two opposing pleasures. He writhed again, clasping hard on Marik's neck, before kissing Marik's own throat with his soft lips.
"By Ra, you're beautiful," Marik whispered, biting hard on Ryou's shoulder.
Ryou gasped once more, holding Marik dearly close, encouraging the Darkness to continue. "And I'm yours," Ryou whispered. "Forever."
"Can't say I'm not lucky," Marik chuckled, wetting Ryou's collarbone with hot addictive kisses. "Bakura's an idiot not loving you. You're so …" he pulled back, brushing Ryou's bangs away. "I can't describe what you are," Marik smirked. "An enigma, really. No one can figure you out, or learn more about you just by staring." He promptly claimed Ryou's lips, before drawing the boy closer. "I'm glad I could."
Ryou moaned, his fingers brushing pass the locket that was draped across his throat. "I just wish….we could be like this together…"
"We could," Marik murmured, smirking. "I doubt you'd forget this moment any time soon, my little thief." His fingers skipped up Ryou's thigh, causing the Light to shiver again. Ryou giggled, sighing deeply.
"No…" he admitted softly. "I could never forget you…"
Just two people, making memories
Just too good to take back
And these arms are never empty
When we're lying, where we fell
Snickering, Marik drew back, regarding Ryou with a scrutinizing gaze.
"Well then…" he whispered seductively, "you won't ever forget this…"
With that, Marik hovered on all fours above the Light, giving him a naughty look. Ryou blinked, smiling cutely.
"What?"
"You said anything, right?" Marik said slyly.
Ryou nodded, looking adorably confused. "Yes…anything."
Marik chuckled. "Alright then…you'd better not regret it."
And with that, the Darkness promptly engulfed his lips around Ryou's length.
Gasping sharply, Ryou tried to draw back, but Marik had pinned him down with his hands on his hips. Panting, Ryou squirmed around, his head thick and dizzy.
"MAARRRIIIK!"
He heard Marik chuckle, and breathed in sharply when he felt Marik draw his tongue up and down his length. Shivering, Ryou collapsed onto the sheets, clutching at them to control his shudders.
How sweet Ryou tasted, Marik thought. Smirking, Marik drew his tongue across the nub, hearing Ryou whimper and breathing sharply. Laughing, Marik flicked his tongue against the length, causing moans from the smaller boy as Ryou grabbed at the sheets, shuddering.
"Marik...Ma-Marik..stop…" Ryou moaned, gasping for breath. His body was shuddering like mad as he gulped for breath. It was such an odd feeling; painful yet pleasurable, at the same time. It threw him into such a passionate frenzy that he had to break away, had to get Marik to stop. It couldn't be right, this passion! This feeling was simply far too good to be true!
"Marik! Stop!" Ryou moaned again, diving his hands into Marik's hair.
"You said anything…" Marik whined, snickering as he flicked his tongue across Ryou's length again. Smirking again, Marik gently scratched his teeth against Ryou's arousal, causing gasps and whimpers and short yells from the one beneath him.
"Marik...Marik! Stop...!"
"No."
It was a simple reply, but a horrendous one all the same. Slowly, gradually, Ryou realized that there was a force pulling against his length, shooting shaking nerves rebounding in his body. He struggled, gasping for breath, as he felt the same intrusive tongue increase pressure as it slipped pass, again and again, causing Ryou to shudder, to beg, to plead for Marik to cease such an unrighteous sense.
"Oh gods, Marik! Please... please stop...!"
But the Darkness did not stop, and instead, began to nibble lightly against the side. Ryou cried out once more, moaning loudly as his body was thrown again in frenzy that exploded all his nerves. Shuddering like mad, he squirmed, trying his best to stay still, but the shaking feeling Marik's tongue was setting was hard to suppress.
"MARRRIIIK!"
"Aww, had enough?" asked Marik sweetly as he increased the pressure of the pulling force. He flicked his tongue across the length again, gently scratching his teeth against it, wishing to hear more moans of unfamiliar pleasure from Ryou's shaking body.
"Oh gods, Marik!" Ryou exclaimed, arching back, as pleasure exploded his senses away. "MARIK!"
"You said anything I wanted," Marik teased, before breathing in deeply. Ryou gasped again, squirming, as his body began to sweat, but yet…somehow…he had to admit…it did feel good…
"Thought so," Marik purred smugly. With that, he began to suck once more, pinning Ryou down with his hands on his hips. Ryou arched, bucking slightly deeper, before he clutched onto Marik's shoulders to suppress his shudders. His nerves exploded themselves once more, sending him into a shivering, pleasurable frenzy of insane passion.
"Oh, gods, MARIK!" Ryou cried, squeezing his eyes shut in pleasure. "MARRIKK!"
We're painting pictures, making magic
Taking chances, making love!
If walls could talk, oh
They would say "I want you more…"
They would say, "hey, ever felt like this before…?"
That you would always be, the one for me
If the walls had eyes …my
They would see the love inside
They would see, me, in your arms in ecstasy
And with every move they'd know
I love you so…
Soon, however, Marik had drawn back, giving Ryou time to gasp for breath, still occasionally shuddering. He raised Ryou's chin upwards, so that they could stare into each other's eyes deeply.
"Care for me to take you now?" Marik whispered.
Panting, Ryou nodded, before he captured Marik's lips.
"Yes, please…" Ryou whispered. "I want to be…I want to be yours…forever…"
Slithering between Ryou's parting thighs, Marik captured Ryou's lips once more, this time in a far more loving, passionate clasp than the fervor of lust and ardor.
"You were already mine," Marik whispered, "the first time I saw you. And I was yours."
"You mean…like destiny?" Ryou whispered back, stroking Marik's face with his left fingers.
Swiftly, Marik caught those fingers, and kissed the one upon which held the ring.
"Yes.…" he whispered, quietly. "You could say that…"
Ryou's eyes welled with happy tears, before he embraced Marik tightly around the neck.
"I will always be yours," Ryou whispered into Marik's chest. "Always."
"And I will always be yours," Marik breathed back.
Oh, when I'm feeling weak
You give me wings
When the fire has no heat
You'll light it up again
When I hear no violins
You'll play my every strings
Within moments, Marik had entered Ryou in one swift thrust, and in the next few, was steadying a fast and fervor rate. Ryou moaned as he felt the familiar intrusion, clasping hard on Marik's wrists as the Darkness continued his ministrations.
The pumping continued, growing steadily faster and faster, as Ryou moaned and cried out in pleasure everytime their bodies connected, merging into one passionate being. Sparks flew and flames reared; sweat trickled and moans ascended. Writhing, Ryou clasped hard around Marik's throat, as the Darkness groaned himself at Ryou's writhing pressure around his own length, before capturing Ryou's bruised lips in another heated liplock.
Shuddering with passion, Ryou clutched tenderly around Marik's throat, pressing the Darkness closer and closer to him, never wishing to let go. The pumping of passion continued, eventually echoed by the slamming of the bed, as Ryou clutched harder and harder, moaning with bliss.
Finally, Marik managed to hit that spot with more than enough force, causing Ryou to arch his back and moan loudly in pleasure. Shortly afterwards, Marik came down on Ryou's small tender frame, engulfing the smaller boy with his own body warmth. Both of them, sweating and panting, lay there for a single moment. Gently, Ryou placed a finger on Marik's lips, glancing deeply into those amethyst eyes, his own chocolate ones rich with love and adoration and devotion.
So just stop the press
Hold the moves
The secret's safe between me and you
Oh walls….
…can you keep a secret?
"Oh, Marik," Ryou whispered tenderly. "Oh Marik…"
"I love you," Marik cut him off, staring deep into those sweet, gorgeous eyes. He gently began to stroke Ryou's cheek, before wrapping his arms protectively around Ryou's shoulders. Smiling with joy, Ryou snuggled close, leaning his head on Marik's chest.
"Oh, Marik…" Ryou whispered. "I love you so much…I love you so much…"
"I know," Marik whispered back, wiping sweat off his forehead. "I know." He leaned forward, kissing Ryou lightly on the lips, before leaning his forehead against Ryou's. "And I love you too."
Tears welled once more in Ryou's eyes, trickling down his face, before he clutched tighter onto Marik, soaking the Egyptian's firm chest.
"I just…I can't believe it…" Ryou whispered. "It seems like only yesterday you scared the life out of me, and now here I am, lying next to you, loving you with everything I have to offer." He looked up, tears welling his eyes once more as he smiled sadly. "I don't ever want you to go…I don't want to be lonely again…"
Gently, Marik claimed those breathless lips, feeling Ryou's tears leak down pass his own cheeks. Gently he wiped them away, stroking Ryou's hair as his fingers slipped pass the ivory locks.
"You know I'd never go," Marik whispered. "I never left you when you first asked, and I never left you afterwards. And I will never leave you in the future."
"But…but what about…Yami Yugi?" Ryou whispered tearfully.
Marik gave him a wry smile. "You think I can't win?"
Ryou shook his head, his locks shifting messily. "No…it's not that…it's just…" he looked back up. "I've never…I've never been this happy before, being with you. You've shown me what it's like to be loved again, and…" he clutched closer, burying his face in the crook of Marik's throat. "…just…the thought of you being gone…it scares me so much…I don't ever want to be alone again."
"You never will," Marik said softly. He kissed Ryou's hair, holding the boy protectively in his grasp, chuckling. "You're pretty amazing too, you know? I'm not exactly sure why I love you. You are an absolute enigma. Too kind, too soft, too gentle to be able to survive in such a world as dark and miserable as this." He kissed Ryou once more.
"But…I have you to protect me," Ryou laughed weakly. "Why should I be afraid, when you're here to protect me? By my side?"
"You shouldn't," Marik agreed slyly, running soothing circles upon Ryou's back. Sighing, Marik fell back to his solemn state, directing Ryou's face to look up at his.
"Ryou…" he whispered. "No matter where I go, I promise, I will always come back. I will always be with you, wherever you go. You just need to remember the gifts that I've given you. As long as you wear them, or look at them in your times of need, you will know I'm always there, and that I will always come back." He kissed Ryou softly on the lips. "You just have to wait."
"But…are you going to go?" Ryou whispered tearfully. "I can't…I can't bear to let you go…"
"I don't plan to go anywhere," Marik said firmly. "And you'll never have to let me go." He stared distantly into Ryou's sparkling eyes. "I love you."
Slowly, both pairs of lashes fluttered shut, before petal soft lips brushed against one another, and hearts lifted towards the sky. Fireworks exploded, flowers blossomed, before whittling away, before a moon dawned. It was a kiss that brought the darkness and the light of the souls together, regardless they be one or different. The love itself had merged their differences into one.
They pulled back slowly, never wishing to leave each other's lips.
"I have loved you, Ryou," Marik said softly, "because you were strong. You were never weak in my eyes. To be able to live with a demon like Bakura for all your life, it must've been hell for you to go through." He closed his eyes, kissing Ryou's cheek. "If I do go, I will ask you this now. Will you be strong for me, and wait for me?"
Despite the sadness Ryou felt in his heart, he nodded. "I will."
Slowly, Marik pulled back, before capturing Ryou into another kiss. This kiss was different, for it banished away all of Ryou's worries, stress and fear, leaving nothing but joy and love in its place. His heart swelled as he cuddled closer, feeling Marik tighten his own grip also.
"Oh yes," Marik smirked. "Thank you."
Ryou blinked. "For what?"
Chuckling, Marik kissed Ryou's nose. "For what? For this. What did you expect?"
"Oh," Ryou giggled. "Well…it's really just a thank you for doing so much for me…I wish I knew if there was something else you'd like…"
"You know me far too well," Marik smirked. "There's nothing else I love more than to have my little thief naked and next to me."
Ryou giggled, blushing. "Well, I'm glad you liked it."
"Did you?"
"Yes…"
Sighing contently, Marik drew Ryou into a deep embrace, before both of them exchanged another rounds of sweet "I love you"s, and fell asleep. Content and warm, they slept together, sharing their last intimate moments before fate would intervene, but for the moment, they were happy. Marik had to admit, he rather liked being a little more human than Dakrness. Ryou didn't even mind him too much being evil, and Marik didn't mind Ryou too much as a weakling.
Who had ever thought, that this would happen from the very beginning?
If Ryou was right, that fate had intervened, Marik had to admit; this time he would swallow his pride, and admit that he was thankful that Ryou was in his life.
Ryou himself, felt equally the same. He wasn't sure why, but being with Marik made him feel whole and warm inside. It was something Ryou's logic couldn't fathom, so he had to rely on his own heart's instincts to guide him.
That night when he and Marik argued and Marik had left, Ryou had thought his heart had betrayed him.
Now he knew otherwise.
If walls could talk
Oh, they would say "I want you more."
They would say, "Hey, never felt like this before."
That you would always be the one for me
Who would've ever known…?
Who would've never known?
Ryou never knew. He never knew that his tsunami of a life could dawn a sun as blessed as Marik. A child of the shadows who cared for him, who protected him from all that was terrifying. He never knew, but now he did. And he was thankful.
As he snuggled closer, he felt Marik tighten his grip, and smiled.
"I never knew…" he whispered, "how much you'd mean to me…please don't ever leave, Marik…"
He looked up, smiling at Marik's peaceful face, void of any violence and hate, or anger and bitterness. It was a blank but peaceful face, one that Ryou just had to touch. Gently caressing those heavenly features, Ryou cuddled closer, before kissing Marik softly on the lips. The Egyptian stirred slightly, before subconsciously returning it. Sighing contently, Ryou settled down, resting his head on Marik's chest.
"I love you, Marik," he whispered. "I never knew I could…but I do now…please don't ever go."
He looked up once more, before snuggled deep into Marik's grip.
"I love you."
If the walls had eyes
My, they would see the love inside
They would see, me, in your arms in ecstasy
And with every move they'd know
I love you so…
I love you so…
Well, since you guys are going to hate me for the next chapter, I guess you guys can consider this to be the ending, if you wish. Because I know you guys are going to hate me for the next chapter. (sweatdrops) Gomen nasai!
