I Cry Tears Of Blood

Chapter 11: Not going down yet

Marik was speechless when he saw the look of hurt and betrayal on Bakura's face.

"Bakura ... I didn't ... I ..."

But Bakura merely ignored him, turning instead to Ryou. He gave the shorter boy a small smile.

"Alright, Ryou."

Marik took a step towards Bakura who backed away.

Bakura grinned at him, "Yeah, I thought you'd want to deflower him. You never seemed like a top to me but, there you go ..."

Bakura laughed a little and avoided Marik's eyes, "Ryou ... called me ... to say you were almost arrested. Good thing you weren't ..."

Marik moved to hug Bakura, who instead held out his hand. Marik gave Bakura his hand and the thief merely clasped it between both of his and nodded.

"If you need me for any of this LAW crap ... I can take care of it in a flash."

For some reason, Marik felt a mixture of anger and pain inside. The bit his lip but the tears fell anyway.

Bakura let go of Marik abruptly, "See ya after school ..."

Marik grabbed Bakura's arms as he turned to go, "Please Bakura ..."

Bakura looked at him with a strange hollow expression, "See you after school, Marik."

With that he wrenched his arms from Marik's grasp and strode away quickly. Marik fell to his knees, hugging his arms.

"Gods Bakura ... what the hell was that ..."

Ryou was at his side in a second, "It ... was all my fault, right?"

"No Ryou ... it was mine."

Things were tense when Marik and Ryou got home and started on their assignments. Bakura was shut in his room and didn't even come out to dinner.

It was as they worked on their math homework that Marik lost it. He slammed his book closed, startling Ryou, who watched him with wide eyes. The darker boy threw the book at Bakura's door, "God-dammit it! Come out here! Stop being a coward!"

Ryou frowned, "Marik ... it's better you don't do that ... he might-"

"I don't care Ryou! I just don't!"

Marik walked up to the door and kicked it, "COWARD! Stop hiding under your rock like a GIRL! Face me like a MAN! You arrogant little-"

Suddenly the door slammed open and Bakura stood there. He grabbed Marik's hair and pulled him close, pressing his lips against Marik's. Marik gasped in surprise but opened his mouth willingly to the prying tongue that was Bakura's. They stayed like that a moment, barely breathing, crushing their lips against the others, pressing onto each other, clawing at one another's shirts.

Finally, Bakura broke the kiss, leaving Marik breathless in his arms, lips swollen.

Bakura grinned wildly and looked at Ryou, "THAT Ryou ... is a kiss."

Ryou looked at him blankly.

Marik blinked and tried to catch his breath, "Ba ... Bakura ... what's going on here!"

But Bakura merely pulled Marik in his arms, swung him down, holding him to keep the boy from falling, and kissed. Bakura's hair fell down on them, shielding the two from view.

Ryou watched them with a pained expression because even though he'd been expecting this ... it hurt him ... more than he thought it would. More than he thought it should.

Ryou tried to concentrate on his work. Though the moans and small whimpers he heard felt like they were being screamed at him, he tried his best to ignore it.

'I won't let them get to me!'

Presently, they stopped and Marik was at his side again. But Ryou wasn't happy. In fact he hated Marik being next to him. He hated it because, Marik was staring at him; Ryou hated being stared at. He looked at Marik questioningly.

Marik looked at him with those big, sad eyes, "Ryou ...?"

"What is it Marik?" Ryou asked in a clipped, almost resentful voice.

"We ... we can still be friends right ...?"

Ryou's teeth were now clenched. It was a pity statement. Ryou knew that much. He knew his lower lip was trembling. He knew the tears were threatening to fall.

"I have class tomorrow," was all he could manage while shakily gathering up his folders, and papers, and school things. He ran to his room, leaving Marik staring after him, softly calling him.

Ryou ran to his room, down the hall and slammed into Bakura, the person he least wanted to see.

"Get out of my way, you!"

Bakura grabbed Ryou's wrist and pushed him down, all Ryou's neat papers scattering across the floor, "WHAT the hell was that ACTION you call a KISS about, today at school!"

Ryou glared up at the thief, "Marik wasn't yours yet! And he still isn't!"

Bakura slapped Ryou, "He is too!"

"You haven't claimed him yet! I'm not out just yet!"

"Ryou, open your eyes! He wants to be your FRIEND! While I just as good as made love to him!"

Suddenly Marik walked up to them, "What am I to you guys! A prize to be won! The trophy to the best kisser! Bakura ... how could you ...!"

Marik shook his head and bent down to pick Ryou's papers up. But the white-haired boy took hold of Marik's hands, "I've got it ..."

Marik looked at his hands, being held by paler ones. Then, up at Bakura who watched them with narrowed eyes.

Marik stood up and walked back into the living room, leaving Bakura glaring at Ryou who calmly finished picking his papers up and walked into his room. His door closed and locked.

Marik ignored anyone who tried to talk to him; anyone who asked him to eat ... Marik waved them away. He didn't notice time going by as he lay on the couch thinking about the whole night. He also didn't notice when he fell asleep. It was until he felt something on top of him that he sat up with a start.

It was someone with white hair, Marik knew that much as he rubbed his eyes groggily, "Ryou?"

But the voice was not Ryou's, "Sorry to disappoint you. I brought you another blanket, thicker than the one Ryou put on you ... thought you might not want to wake up with a frozen ass ..."

Marik bit his lip, "I'm sorry Bakura ..."

"For what! For me being stupid and treating you like a thing ... no. I'm sorry. I'm so ... I've rarely had anyone in my life ... anyone special ... it's been really rare. That's why I'm so ... overprotective ... so controlling. I'm so sorry ... goodnight."

Marik grabbed Bakura's arm, "Stay with me?"

"Are you sure ...?"

Marik nodded, "It's cold ... and I don't want to be alone ..."

"We can go back to my room. If you want ...?"

Marik nodded, "Okay ... "

Bakura picked Marik up gently and carried him to his room. Even more gently, he set Marik's lithe, yet powerful body down and snuggled close to him.

"Goodnight ... Bakura."

"Night ... My Makky ..."

Ryou watched them sleeping in the morning. He looked at the floor and left for school without waking Marik. He still wasn't about to give in, he'd never wanted anything more in his entire life, but he wasn't going to harm Marik. Ryou smiled as he closed the door with a last look at the sandy haired boy curled up beneath the sheets.

He walked out the door and off to school, a plan in mind.

A/N: Soon the murderer will be revealed. A full blown confession! Who could it be ...? MUAHAHAHA! You'll find out soon! In the meantime REVIEW! Me wants at least three reviews before me writes another chapter! "wink"

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