Well, hello there! Today is a great day! I've sucked down five energy drinks and I'm bouncing off the walls, more like ready to type up the next few chapters. Anyhoo, I'll be quiet and let you read on. Catch you at the bottom!
Mariku came into tears and fell forward onto Bakura's strong chest. He clung tightly to his shirt and cried into the black material. The robber's look was firm, but his eyes seemed to show a more caring side of him.
"I—I really love you…and…and I thought when you said…" Mariku sobbed as he tried to speak. "Keep talking," Bakura pressed. "You said that..you hated me…and I piss you off..and make you hate me even more…and you want to be left alone…" Mariku sobbed a little harder. Bakura reached one arm around Mariku and rubbed his back in small circles. He tried to quiet his sobbing and pressed for him to continue speaking.
"I love you…and I don't want to piss you off…and I don't want you to hate my guts….and I just want to be with you…" Mariku continued to sob into Bakura's tight black shirt. The tears and the emotions made Mariku feel and look weak, but he couldn't help but think that Bakura had almost left him when he was on the verge of dying; and he didn't want to think of dying without Bakura by his side.
Feeling sorry for the other at this point, Bakura embraced him in his strong arms and held him close to his warm body. "I never meant any of that bullshit I said. I said those things out of confusion about everything. I thought that being alone would be best, but now I'm not sure that it is." The robber leaned his head down on Mariku's and sighed.
"I'm sorry…that I screwed your life up and confused you," Mariku continued to appologize. He sniffled and wiped at his watering eyes. Bakura chuckled and lifted Mariku's eyes to meet his eyes, and he looked deeply within them. His smile was very warm and sweet. "Don't appologize for anything. I think that your coming into my life was a way to get me to understand."
"Understand what?" Mariku said in a baffled manner.
"I needed to understand what is right for myself…and also for you." Bakura finished his thought and made it more clear to the other. Mariku leaned forward on Bakura's chest again. "God, I feel like such a whiny little bitch." Mariku wiped at his reddened eyes and sniffled as he took a deep breath.
Bakura lifted Mariku's eyes back to his and chuckled. "Yeah, you are, but you are my whiny little bitch," Bakura said in an endearing way and brought Mariku's lips to his own for a short moment. The kiss was very soft and warm. Mariku allowed a few more tears to stream his features and moaned ever so lightly.
Mariku backed away with a small grin attached to him, and he was blushing as well. "Thank you, Bakura…" The thief nodded and smiled his sexiest of grins. Mariku took his lips again without thinking about it. The kiss this time was more intense and more passionate; and Mariku had even managed to slip a little tongue into the mix. The keeper's hands wandered underneath Bakura's shirt and gently explored his very warm skin.
Bakura chuckled his throat which mixed with a very satisfied moan. Mariku pulled his hands from under the black cloth and worked on its button-down front, undoing each button slowly to tease the other.
The sandy-blonde eased Bakura back on the couch and crawled over his legs so as to keep his mouth connected to Bakura's. The robber leaned back against the pillow already sitting there and continued to make out with his lover. Mariku managed the last button and practically tore the shirt off of his back and tossed it aside on the ground.
Mariku pulled out of Bakura's mouth and looked down at him quite concerned. "I'm sorry. It slipped my mind that you were so weak and—" Bakura pulled Mariku back down before he could even finish his sentence. Mariku fiddled with the button and zipper on the robber's black jeans. Becoming frustrated with the unwilling jeans, he pulled away and looked down as he nervously fidgeted with them.
The robber put his arms behind his head and watched as Mariku did so. The keeper was having a hard time keeping his mind on undoing the jeans with Bakura just laying there with his flawless torso exposed and looking delicious.
He finally was able to undo the interferring article of clothing and…absolute bliss. (hehe) A loud gasping noise mixed with a moaning noise flooded throughout the hallways of the decently sized house.
Malik and Ryou had returned to Mariku's luxurious mansion after their little fling at the hospital which had been discontinued right after Mariku had caught them in the beginning of the act. Ryou had been too embarrassed to continue. Therefore, they now sat in the living area across from eachother on the separate leather couches.
Malik was tired of the awkward silence and stood from the couch. "Would you like something to eat? I know its been a few hours since the hospital."
"Oh, you don't need to do anything for me, I am all right." Ryou assured.
"You aren't still stuck on what we did in the Intensive Care Unit are you?" Malik inquired referring to their little fling. Ryou shook his head and leaned back into the leather. Malik shrugged and turned. He paused and glanced back. "Are you absolutely sure you aren't hungry?" He pressed the same question again.
"I am absolutely sure. I am just fine, thank you." Ryou smiled. Malik had an idea and since Mariku wasn't around he was sure that carrying out his idea would be safe. He casually walked into the kitchen and pulled something from the fridge. He set a large bottle of wine down on the counter and searched the drawer below for something to remove the cork.
It felt almost bad for opening the bottle because it was Mariku's and not his, but the bottle had just sat around unused for quite a while and Mariku could always go get another bottle if he wanted it. He grabbed a small metal device and popped the cork on the bottle, which went flying and bounced off of the walls and finally smashed into a glass vase that shattered and made quite a bit of noise.
"Oops…" Malik said and looked down at the shattered mess of glass that had fallen to the floor. Ryou quickly walked into the kitchen looking quite a bit worried. "Is everything all right? What happened?" He questioned as he looked his lover up and down for any injury.
Malik reached up in the cupboard and pulled down two thin wine glasses and poured the bubbling liquid into one for Ryou and then himself. He handed the glass off to Ryou. "Everything's fine."
Ryou looked at the glass shyly and looked up at Malik with a little red tinge to his cheeks. "Thank you."
"You are quite welcome." Malik brushed the broken glass under the counter with his foot and continued to grin at Ryou who thought his lover was a very strange character. He directed Ryou back to the living room where they both took a seat on the lovely leather furniture. They sat there silently and sipped politely at their drinks.
"This is really good, Malik," Ryou commented and sipped at his drink again.
"Yeah, I've been saving it for some time." Malik returned. Ryou looked at himself in the pitch-black big screen on the television. He looked a mess; his hair was frizzy, his skin looked a little bit dirty in a few places, and his clothing was wrinkled. He couldn't stand the sight of his reflection. He set his glass aside on the end table and turned to Malik. "Do you think that it would be a problem if I showered?"
Malik pointed out the one down the first floor cooridor. Ryou gave it no second thought and was gone at the drop of a hat. He walked into the bathroom and turned on the lights; there were several and they were very bright. He closed the door and took off his jacket first, carefully hanging it on the robe hook fastened to the wall.
He looked in the mirror and couldn't bare the sight of himself, and quickly turned away. He lifted his tight black shirt over his head and folded it neatly, placing it on the counter top near the bathroom sink. He did so with his pants, boxers, and tennis shoes.
The male clambered into the shower and closed the curtain. He turned the knobs on the faucet and crept into the warm water that protruded from the shower head. The heavenly water ran many courses down his perfect figure. He moaned his happiness and wavered from side to side as if he were dancing at a sluggish pace. He ran his hands over his body to wash away his impurities.
The more lively of the two hikaris had gotten the idea that he could follow the other into the shower and was stripping down outside the bathroom door. Once completely stripped down, he crept into the bathroom and eased the door shut hoping that Ryou had not heard. He tiptoed to the shower and slipped in behind Ryou who was facing the shower head and washing his chest.
Malik closed the curtain slowly and put his arms around Ryou's waist and leaned his head down between the other's shoulder blades. The surprised hikari jumped a little and dropped the soap into the base of the shower. "You smell good…" Malik said in a deep voice that Ryou found to be quite sexy.
The sandy-blonde hikari stroked Ryou's stomach and moved his playful hands to the other's sides. He pushed Ryou's hair off to the side and over his shoulder, then his lips graced the back of Ryou's now vulnerable neck. The pallid-hair hikari breathed in and whimpered. Malik liked that sound and continued. He then proceeded to reach down further in front of Ryou, who suddenly gasped out in surprise.
Malik smirked and leaned his chin on Ryou's shoulder. "Do you like this?" He whispered in the other's ear. He leaned his body harder against Ryou's body and the other male again gasped out and nodded furiously as he tried to breathe.
Malik ran his tongue up Ryou's wet back and made a satisfied noise. Ryou's entire body quivered at the contact and made sort of a surprised squeak noise. Just then, Malik's stomach roared with hunger. The sandy-blonde chuckled along with Ryou. "I know that you are hungry, but you can't eat me," Ryou said teasingly.
"I'll go make lunch then." Malik captured Ryou's mouth once more and then climbed out of the shower, grabbing a towel on his way out of the bathroom. He walked down the nicely decorated hallway and turned into the kitchen. He grabbed down several pans and began his attempt to make something edible via the stove, his absolute enemy. In his attempt he burnt himself several times and following that he cursed several times.
The squeaky clean Ryou walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and his dirty clothing piled up in his arms. He set his things down on the coffee table and stretched now that he was clean and felt so. Just then, he heard cursing emitting from the kitchen where Malik was and dashed to see what was wrong.
In the kitchen, Malik had again burnt himself, this time on the pan of burnt food he was disposing of in the sink. Ryou ran into the kitchen and skidded to a hault at the doorway. "Is everything all—right?" He saw Malik by the sink with his hand held under the cold running tap. He stepped over next to him and looked down at his hand. "Are you all right?" He said with concern filling his sweet voice.
"Yeah, this happens all of the time. I'm not much of a cook, I just burn everything." He chuckled to himself and looked at Ryou with a large smile on his features. "The only thing I can really make is cereal." He said jokingly. Ryou joined him in laughter for a minute or so and then it died down. "Do you maybe want some help?" He inquired.
Malik shrugged and told him to go for it, which he did. Ryou grabbed the now cool pan from the sink and gave it a quick wash before he set it back on the stove. He grabbed a large pot that was hanging over the stove, in the middle of the room, and put it down next to the pan on the burner. He knew exactly what he wanted to make and now just had to find the ingredients for it.
Malik sat back out of the way and watched as Ryou worked at an amazingly fast pace. He was swift in his work and his movements were very smooth, which made cooking seem easy.
Seeing that Ryou was nearly done, Malik pulled two plates down from the cupboard; and silverware and napkins from a draw below the cupboard. He set them out on the worksurface and stood next to Ryou. "What's that Ryou?" He inquired and pointed at he items on the stove.
"That's tomato sauce and that's pasta. We're going to have Spaghetti for lunch, all right?" Malik nodded and leaned back against the base cabinets. He stood out of the way as Ryou came through with the hot cooking pot in his hands. He put the cooked on the plates and then put the sauce on top. It looked as good as it smelled. Not paying attention to where he was now standing, he leaned back on his hand. Suddenly, his hand began to burn. He looked back and saw that his hand was resting on the hot stove. He jumped around flailing his limbs about in pain.
Ryou grabbed a pack of ice from the icebox and grabbed hold of Malik's burnt hand, but was gentle to put the ice on. Malik's eyes teared up and he winced when the ice was piled onto his hand. "Ow…ow…thanks."
Ryou took away the ice and directed Malik to the sink to put it under the cold tap. "You need to be more careful around hot objects…and you're welcome." Ryou looked over the burn for a moment and put his hand back under the running water. "I'll be right back. I'll go find something to take care of that burn." Ryou commented and walked out of the kitchen.
It didn't take Ryou long to find the first-aid kit that was stashed away under Mariku's bed in his room. He returned with it and dragged Malik to the table to tend to his burn. Malik sat down in a chair at the table and Ryou sat down beside him and opened the kit up on the table.
He rummaged through the contents of the white box and found a bottle of burn cream. He removed the cap and applied the cream to the palm of Malik's hand which was burnt very badly. Malik pulled away and winced. "Be careful, that really hurts."
"I know that it hurts, but that is unavoidable. Just try to relax, I will be as careful as I possibly can be." Ryou capped of the bottle and replaced it in the kit.
Malik leaned back in his chair and put his arm over his face, taking a few deep breaths to relax himself. Ryou grabbed a white bandage from the box and as carefully as possible, he wrapped up the burned area and tied off the bandage. "I'm done, Malik." Ryou said and closed up the kit. Malik removed his arm from his face and overlooked the bandages on his hand. He seemed to approve.
"Thanks." Malik leaned forward and pecked Ryou lightly on the cheek. "Where would I be without you?"
Ryou blushed lightly and grinned at Malik in an almost shy way like he usually did. "I am not that important. I'll grab our lunch from the worksurface." Ryou went to do that and returned with the two plates of pasta, setting them down on the table and taking his seat.
They ate their meal in silence and finished at about the same time. Malik told Ryou that he was going to clean up and just as he stood to grab for the dirty dishes the towel on his waist gave way and plummeted to the ground.
His eyes drew wide and his face took on a most red color. He looked up at Ryou who was laughing lightly at the sight of his lover without cover. Malik's eyes watered as he grabbed for his towel and made a run for the flight of stairs and up to his room. Ryou was concerned that his laughter had made Malik feel more embarrassed than he already was.
Well, I shall leave you here on this chapter. I appologize for any spelling errors if there are any because my spell check crap isn't working and I may have missed something if there was anything to miss. Please review when you get a chance. ttyl!