PART 2:
Hello one and all! I've finally came alive enough to write this chapter! Hooray!
This is chapter eight and the beginning of part two. I wasn't sure if I should post this part seperately from the rest of "Cheaters Heart" or not, so I put itin with Part One. However, if you think I should make it seperate from Part One,let me know and I'll repostit as a "new story" o.k.?
Disclaimer: I never said I owned "Yu-Gi-Oh!" have I?
Caution: There is a small yaoi sex scene towards the end of this chapter and the mentioning of butt cheeks, whose ya gotta read to find out, although you could probably guess. Also, I wrote this the best I could, considering my brain went on major standby mode until the last six or seven paragraphs. But anyway, I hope ya enjoy just the same.
A few hours later, Ryou, with the help of Marik, found his backpack. Someone had picked it up out of the street and laid it against a lamppost. It was a little dirty, but luckily, nothing was missing out of it. Ryou thanked Marik for his help and started to walk away. But Marik grabbed his arm. "Just where do you think you're going?" Marik asked, a little sharper than he had intended. "Home." Replied Ryou nervously. "Oh, yeah. That's right. You have homework and I said I'd help you get it done so we could party. O.k. Let's go home."
Ryou looked at Marik like he was nuts. "Th-that's o.k. really. I can get my homework done on my own. Thanks anyway." Ryou said, trying to pull away from Mariks grasp. "But I just saved your scrawny little a--, I mean, your life. I think you owe me a little gratitude." "Hmm." Said Ryou, looking down at his feet. 'Maybe I do owe him a little something. After all, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't be alive right now. I'd be bleeding to death all alone in that alley. I guess I am being kinda rude to the guy.' Ryou thought, sighing. 'Besides, I'm not really in the mood to stick around town after what just happened.'
"O.k. Marik, you're right. Let's go home and get my homework done. Before anything else happens." Marik let go of Ryou's arm. "Oh, goody!" he exclaimed. "You won't be sorry."
As the two of them walked off down the street, Ryou had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that something else was about happen. But would it be something good, or something bad? That Ryou didn't know and at this point, he wasn't sure if he wanted to know. 'My boyfriend has already cheated on me and dumped me, then I was chased by a gunman and almost killed… Please don't let anything else bad happen to me.' He prayed silently to whatever higher power there might be. 'Please…'
Soon, the two of them arrived at Ryou's house. It was a two-story, medium sized yellow house that sat on the corner of 4th street and Cherry Avenue, with a medium sized white picket fence that divided it from the other houses. Ryou knew a nice little house with a white picket fence was a little cliché, but so what? That's the way he liked it. Besides, it was his house. Even though Bakura was always laying claim to it and everything inside it, including little Ryou.
Ryou briefly wondered what might've happened if Bakura and Marik were to have met. Bakura's bizarre antics with Mariks odd looks would surely be a dangerous combination and Ryou shuddered at the thought of what the two of them might come up with. 'I'm glad Bakura doesn't live here anymore.' Ryou thought, opening his green tractor shaped mailbox and reaching in. 'Something tells me that if Marik met Bakura, it'd be a very bad thing.'
Ryou stuffed the pile of mail into his backpack, pulled out his key, walked up to the door and unlocked it. "O.k. Marik." He said, stepping over the threshold. "Come on… in?" Ryou looked around, but Marik was nowhere to be seen. "Marik?" Ryou asked. "Hmm. Maybe he went home." Then he heard humming. "Marik?" he asked again, stepping down off the porch and walking around out back.
There he saw Marik on his hands and knees sniffing a pink carnation. "Ah," Marik exhaled, "I just love the smell of pretty flowers." "What are doing?" Ryou asked, walking over to him. "Oh," said Marik, looking up. "I was just enjoying your pretty little flower garden. It's very lovely." 'Just like I'll be enjoying you pretty soon.' Marik thought standing up and dusting off his pant legs. "Oh, well, thank you." Said Ryou. "Uhm, anyway… I do have homework to get to… so if you don't mind…" "Say no more." Said Marik. "Let's get it taken care of so I can take you out to party."
"Uhm, yeah, sure." Said Ryou headed back towards the house. "If I'm not too tired after getting my homework done." Marik followed him into the house. "That's o.k," said Marik, "if you're too tired to go out tonight, we can always go out tomorrow night instead." "I-I guess." Said Ryou, slinging his backpack over the back of a wooden chair and tossing his books out onto the kitchen table. "Would you like a soda?" Ryou asked, poking his head into the fridge. "I've got Pepsi, R.C., and--" "What?" Marik gasped. "You don't have any wine-coolers?" "I'm not allow to bring alcoholic beverages--" Ryou began.
"What do you mean 'not allowed'?" Marik asked. "I thought this was your house." "It is. It's just that, well, my ex-boyfriends', his name is Joey, father is an alcoholic. So Joey would never let me drink anything alcoholic, or bring anything alcoholic into the house." Ryou explained. "But it's your house!" Marik exclaimed. "What right does he have telling you what you can and cannot bring into it?" "None I suppose," said Ryou, handing Marik a Pepsi and taking one for himself. "He was just looking out for me so that I didn't end up a drunk like his father."
"Well, in that case," said Marik, taking the Pepsi from Ryou and sitting down at the table. "I guess he can't be all bad. But still.. he doesn't live here anymore does he?" Marik inquired. "You did say your 'ex'." "No," said Ryou sadly, opening his History book. "he and I had a big fight on Monday and he left. I haven't seen or heard from him since. Not even at school." "You mean he left you, just like that?" Marik asked, pretending like he didn't already know the situation between Ryou and Joey. "Yep." Said Ryou, and he started jotting down notes in his notebook. "Can we change the subject please?" Ryou asked.
"Certainly." Said Marik, scooting closer to Ryou. "Why don't we talk about you?" "Why?" Ryou asked, not even bothering to look up from his book. He didn't want Marik to see the tears that were threatening to roll down his face. "I'm not very interesting. I'm just a little, insignificant book-worm." "Aww," said Marik, putting an arm around Ryou's shoulder. "that's not true. I think you're very interesting. Much more so than that Joey
character." "You do?" Ryou asked, looking up at Marik. "Why certainly! Now, dry those tears and let me give you a big hug. You've really had a rough week, haven't you, little one?" Marik asked, wrapping two strong arms around Ryou the best he could, considering they were both sitting in chairs.
Ryou tried, but he could no longer keep the tears that had built up in his soft brown eyes from spilling out. He shifted around in his chair and leaned into the hug. "He was so unfair!" Ryou sobbed. "He promised he'd never hurt me, or force me to do anything I didn't want to. Then, I caught him cheating on me at school with some red head named Brittany. Then at home, we got into a fight and he-he-" Ryou sniffled. "It's all right." Said Marik, holding Ryou close. "I'm here. Just tell Marik all about it and I'll make it all better."
Inwardly, Marik was smiling. 'It won't take long now to get into Ryou's pants. And best of all, Joey'll never know. Ha, ha, ha! This is almost too easy.' He thought, as he listened to Ryou go on about his and Joey's fight. "Anyway," Ryou sniffed. "he was going to hit me, but he changed his mind and left. And I don't know where he is… or who he's with… or even if he misses meeee!" Ryou tossed his pencil angrily on the floor. It bounced into a table leg, then disappeared under a counter. "Oh, you poor thing. Why don't we just forget about the homework and going out tonight and just call it a night instead, hmm?" asked Marik.
"O.k." Ryou sniffed, pulling out of the hug. 'I knew he'd see it my way.' Marik smiled to himself. Ryou put his things together and left them in a neat little pile on the table. "This way Marik." Ryou said, leading Marik up the stairs. "You can spend the night in the guest room if you like. The bathroom's over here and you can help yourself to some food in the kitchen if you wake up hungry in the middle of the night or something." "Thank you." Said Marik, walking over to the guestroom peeking in. "You are most considerate." "Good night, Marik. I'll be in here if you need anything."
"All right." Marik smiled. "Good night Ryou." Ryou nodded then went into his room. He had really been sleeping in the guestroom, since it had been to hard for him to sleep in his and Joey's room since the fight and the break up. But it wouldn't kill him to sleep in there for just one night, he supposed. As he made the bed, his mind wandered back to Monday and the fight. …
Flashback:
"First, you blame me for what happened in the library, then you try to kick me out, then you purposely break my favorite lamp," Joey yelled at him, "and now you have the guts to tell me, I don't know what I'm doing?" "Joey, you don't know what you're saying-" "Now I don't know what I'm saying either?" Joey had yelled at Ryou, shoving him against the wall. "Joey, please!" Ryou had cried. Joey bent down, grabbed a piece of the broken lamp, then pinned Ryou against the wall. "Ahh! Joey!" Ryou cried, feeling Joey's body push against him.
Joey then grabbed Ryou's left arm and held it out. "How dare you, Ryou!" he screamed, pushing the piece of broken lamp into Ryou's soft, tender flesh, cutting him. "JOEY!" Ryou cried out in pain. "STOP!" "HOW DARE YOU!" Joey yelled again, still cutting Ryou's arm. "STOP!" Ryou yelled. Joey tossed the piece of lamp to the floor, then grabbed Ryou around the neck and prepared to punch him. Joey drew back his fist. "J-Joey!" Ryou squeaked, trying to loosen the grip Joey had on his neck. "Y-you promised!" "Huh?" Joey asked angrily. "YOU PROMISED!" Ryou yelled. "YOU PROMISED!" Joey blinked at him...
Joey lowered his fist and let go of Ryou's neck. He had then turned his back to Ryou, who was rubbing his neck, gasping. "Fine," he said, grabbing two of the four suitcases of his that Ryou had packed. "I'm outta here." Joey went out to the stairs and tossed the two suitcases down. "Who wants to live here with a cry baby like you anyway?" he grumbled, picking up the spilt contents of the fourth suitcase. "I don't. No wonder Bakura used to beat ya." "Joey," Ryou gasped, holding his bleeding arm, as he sank to the floor. "Save it, Ryou. I don't wanna talk to you." Joey snapped the fourth suitcase shut, grabbed the remaining suitcase, marched downstairs, and headed out the door.
End Flashback…
Ryou shook his head trying to clear the memory of the fight from his mind. But the images and Joey's harsh words just kept popping up the more he tried to make them go away. 'I wish that fight had never happened,' Ryou sobbed climbing into bed. 'but it did and now, I have to deal with it. But why Joey? Why did you break your promise? Did it have something to do with Brittany? Oh, Joey. I miss you.' Ryou lay his silver colored head down on his fluffy white pillow and went to sleep.
But in the next room...
Marik lay on his back staring at the off white ceiling waiting for Ryou to fall asleep so he could sneak in and make his move. The plan was simple. He'd go in, then use his Millennium Rod to give Ryou a nightmare. When Ryou would wake up frightened, Marik would be there to comfort the frightened boy. To hold him and tell him everything would be all right. With any luck, he'd get to screw Ryou before morning.
Marik looked at the clock: five a.m. it read. "Yes!" Marik exclaimed in a hushed whisper doubling his fist. "It's time! Rod, give Ryou a nightmare. Make him dream about getting shot in the leg or somewhere, but not above the chest and not in the arms or hands." The Millennium Rod glowed. It was happy to serve its master.
It only took a few moments for Marik to hear the soft whimpering of the white haired boy who was twisting and turning in his bed in the next room. "Yes! It worked!" Marik exclaimed happily. He took off his shirt, popped himself a breath mint, and went across the hall to Ryou's room. Carefully, he opened the door and entered.
Once he was near the bed, he tucked the Millennium Rod safely underneath it, so Ryou wouldn't see it, and sat on the edge of the bed, gripping Ryou's shoulders carefully. "Ryou?" he whispered. "Wake up…" 'That's enough Rod.' He thought to his Rod. The Rod stopped glowing and Ryou woke up, tears streaming down his face. "M-m-" he stuttered. "Ma-Marik! He was after me! The guy with the gun! He was chasing me and he shot me!" Ryou cried, wrapping his arms around Marik's waist and burying his face into Mariks bare chest.
Marik wrapped his strong Egyptian arms around the frightened boy, happy that his plan had worked. "Oh, Marik!" Ryou cried. "It was awful! I kept running in this dark place, but I couldn't get away! Then when I stopped to catch my breath, I couldn't move! It was like I was frozen! That's when the gunman caught up with me and shot me! It was awful!" Marik looked down at the delicate boy cradled in his arms sympathetically.
"Oh, there, there little one. I'm here. I won't let that nasty gunman get you. It's all right." Marik cooed as he petted Ryou's hair the way a mother might pet her frightened child. "I'll go get you some warm milk." Said Marik. "That'll help you get back to sleep."
Marik started getting up but Ryou pulled him back down. "What is it, little one?" Marik asked, looking at him. "No, please. I don't want to be alone right now. Please, stay with me for awhile?" Ryou asked, looking up at Marik who smiled down at him. "Oh, all right," Marik said to him, "you convinced me." "Thank you." Ryou said, brushing away a couple of tears. "Oh, you're welcome." Said Marik happily, giving him a hug.
It was then that Ryou noticed that Marik hadn't been wearing a shirt. "Marik, where's your shirt?" he asked. Marik looked down at himself. "I took it off because I got hot," Marik lied. "I guess in my hurry to get in here and wake you from your nightmare, I forgot to put it back on. OOP's. Would you like me to go put one on?" "Uh, no. That's
o. k." Ryou said quietly, just staring at Marik's chest. "You're fine." "You know," said Marik, "it's impolite to stare." "Uhm, yes," said Ryou blushing and looking away, "I know. Sorry."
'Now to go for it.' Marik thought, positioning himself Indian style behind Ryou and wrapping his arms around Ryou's shoulders. 'What are you doing?" Ryou asked. Marik could feel Ryou's body tensing up at his touch. 'Better be careful here,' Marik thought to himself, 'if I move too super fast, I might scare him, and I can't have that.' Out loud he said, "Nothing, just giving you a hug. You really needed one." "I, um, did?" Ryou asked, feeling Marik's chest rub up against his back and momentarily wishing that he were also shirtless.
"Why, yes." Said Marik, running his hands slowly up and down Ryous' arms. "You're awfully tense. Just relax and I'll give you a very therapeutic massage." "Do I really need a massage, Marik?" Ryou asked, leaning forward to give Marik a little more space to move around in. "Yes," replied Marik, "but it'd work much better if you were to remove your shirt and lie down flat on your stomach." After a moment of silence, "Okay, Marik."
Slowly, Ryou removed his shirt and tossed it to the floor. 'I wonder if I'm doing the right thing,' he thought, as he stretched out on his stomach, 'after all, I don't really know Marik all that well. I just met him. What if he decides to try something with me that I'm not ready for? What if I ask him to stop and he won't?' Ryou sighed. 'Maybe I shouldn't have let him take me into letting him stay. sigh'
"Comfy?" Marik asked, massaging Ryou's shoulders and back. "Y-yes. I'm fine." Ryou said quietly. "Good, now just relax."
Forty-five minutes later…
"Gee, Marik," said Ryou sitting up, "that was a great massage. You could be a masseuse." "How do you know I'm not already?" Marik smiled. "Are you?" Ryou asked, reaching for his shirt. "No," said Marik, shaking his head, "not officially anyway. I just took the home-training course to have something to do." "Oh," smiled Ryou. "that explains why you're good with your hands."
'I don't know why I was so afraid of him,' Ryou thought, 'he didn't try one thing with me while he was massaging my back.' "Well," said Marik, hopping down off the bed, "I guess I should get back to bed now. Goodnight." And with that, Marik turned towards the door, (which by now had been repaired with the help of Yugi and Yami of course), and started to leave.
"Wait." Ryou said. He wasn't sure why he didn't want Marik to leave. Maybe it was because he had grown lonely in the house all week by himself, or maybe it was because he was afraid he'd have another nightmare, but whatever the reason, he didn't feel like being left alone. "Don't go. Please?" he asked Marik.
Marik smiled coyly to himself before turning around and going back over to where Ryou sat waiting on the edge of his bed. "Aw, you don't want me to leave?" he asked, pretending to be surprised. "No," replied Ryou, who broke his gaze once he realized he had been staring at Marik's naked chest, "I want you to stay and keep me company, if it isn't too much trouble." "Why not at all," said Marik, his eyes twinkling deviously as he sat down next to Ryou, "I'd love to keep you company." "Thanks." Ryou smiled.
After a few minutes of silence that seemed to drag on forever, Ryou finally spoke. "Perhaps I could give you a massage, Marik?" he asked. "After all, you did give me one." "Hmm," said Marik, tapping his lips, "I guess that'd be all right." "O.k." Ryou smiled, getting behind Marik. Ryou very slowly, very carefully placed his hands on Marik's shoulders and began to rub. "Oooo, ah, ohhh," Marik moaned, "that feels great! A little more pressure… Oooh, yeah, right there. Ahh!" 'I wish he'd stop making those sounds,' Ryou thought, as he started massaging Marik's lower back, 'he's making me have dirty thoughts.'
'Oh, this feels so great!' Marik thought to himself, smirking. 'He has such nice little hands. Ahh. And soon, he'll be using them to massage my…' Marik paused for a moment, smiled inwardly, and giggled silently at his dirty though, 'worm!'
However, Ryou was having thoughts of his own…
'Hmm..' he thought, leaning closer towards Marik. 'Since Joey cheated on me and broke up with me, and he hasn't tried to contact me all week, then he probably doesn't care if we get back together or not. He's probably already moved on with several other people anyway. So why shouldn't I' Ryou looked down at the light blonde haired man in front of him who had saved his life from a gunman earlier that day. 'Why shouldn't I move on with the man who saved my life?' he wondered. 'After all, I'm sure Joey wouldn't care. If he knew that is.'
Suddenly, Ryou thrust his arms around Marik's waist and began kissing his back hungrily. "Ohhh!" Marik exclaimed, surprised by Ryou's sudden action. 'Yep,' he thought, leaning into Ryou's kisses, 'he wants me.'
Ryou brought his hands up to Marik's chest, and gently began squeezing his boobs. "Ryou!" Marik gasped, but Ryou continued. Now he was kissing Marik's neck. "Do me." He whispered demandingly in Marik's ear. "Now!"
Marik wasted no time in complying with little Ryou's demand. Soon, he was on top of the brown-eyed boy moaning with pleasure. "Ma-Ma-Marik!" Ryou screamed, gripping the sides of his bed. "Oh, Ryou!" Marik exclaimed, moving faster on the white haired boy. 'He's better than I thought,' Marik thought, 'and so cute when he wrinkles up his face like that. Wheeler just kinda lays there with his eyes shut like he's daydreaming or something.'
'Gee,' Ryou thought, making slight whimpering noises, 'Joey never done me like this! Wow! Oh! Ah! It's like Marik really knows what he's doing! Joey just kinda, pushed it in and pulled it out. He didn't even seem to really enjoy himself. Even though he said he did. Of course,' Ryou moaned as Marik once again thrust into him, 'Joey did cheat on me. So when he said he was enjoying himself, what he probably meant was that he was
enjoying having someone at home that he could just use. That jerk! I'm never taking him back! Not ever! I'm going to lay here, and enjoy myself with Marik. Even if it is just for one night.'
Ryou directed his attention back to the blonde haired Egyptian who had hot sweat beads rolling down his entire tanned body. "Oh, Ryou!" he exclaimed, releasing between Ryou's silky white legs. "MARIK!" Ryou screamed, releasing himself. "Oh, Marik." Marik finished releasing, pulled out, and lay on top of Ryou, kissing him passionately on the lips.
Ryou returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around Marik as he did so. "Hey, Marik," he said between smooches, "how about (kiss) I do (kiss) you next? Would you (kiss) like that?" "Hmm," said Marik, feeling Ryou's tongue gliding up and down his neck, "You know, I think I would." Ryou smiled and giggled in delight. "All right then," he grinned devilishly, "roll over." Marik rolled over onto his back.
"No, no," Ryou giggled, waving his hand, "I meant roll over onto your stomach." "Oh," said Marik, rolling over onto his stomach and putting his butt in the air, "you want to do it doggy style! Okay!" Ryou giggled and blushed, then positioned himself behind Marik who lay waiting in anticipation. "I'm ready when you are." He said to Ryou, who was still blushing slightly.
Ryou placed the palms of his hand on Marik's butt cheeks. He was surprised by how soft yet firm they were. He was truly impressed. Joey's were just kinda flabby and at times a bit pimply, but Marik's'… they were just right. At least Ryou thought so. Ryou leaned forward, kissed the small of Marik's back, and worked his way down.
O.k. I'm ending it there for now. Some things are just better left to the imagination right? Heh, heh, heh... I thank all my reviewers for reviewing and (hopefully) patiently waiting for my brain to start functioning again. O.k. You know what to do. Let me know how ya liked it. Thanks.