I Cry Tears of Blood

Chapter 15: Not So Innocent

A/N: Okay. Cards on the table. This is the real deal revelation. Hold on to your seats!

Marik looked around the room. Everything was neat, white and spotless. Just what he'd expected, white sheets on the bed, clean drawers without even a spec of dust. But what made him stop and look again were the black candles on the floor.

"What the-"

The bed also caught Marik's eye. On it were a few books, opened to certain pages. There was a notebook with large red stains on it ... blood-stains.

Marik frowned as he looked down at the pages. There were names scribbled on it with large check-marks next to them.

Marik read them slowly, in disbelief, "Ishizu Ishtar. Check. Odion Ishtar. Check. Patrick Grenton; Detention dean. Check. Joseph Wheeler. Check. Te'a Gardener. Check. Bakura ... Pending ...?"

Marik put a hand to his mouth as he looked at the other books, "What the heck ... Having Your Way ... Unrequited Love ... Never Take No for an Answer ..."

Then he heard the laugh behind him. Marik whipped around and found, not Bakura as he'd expected, but Ryou.

He looked at Marik, smiling, "Fancy a spot of tea?"

Marik's mouth dropped open, "Ryou? What's ... why ... ? Why do you have these strange ...?"

"Come on outside. We'll talk on the couch."

Marik felt cold sweat trickle down his forehead, "Ryou please ..."

"Outside. Now," was Ryou's cold, clipped response.

Marik quickly walked out of the room and into the living room.

He looked at Ryou as he sat next to Marik and held out a cup, "Some tea?"

Marik took it with shaking hands, "Please Ryou ... don't ... don't do anything ... please ... you're ... you're not like this ... please ..."

Ryou cocked his head to the side, "Of course I am. I killed your family and anyone who pissed me off. People who want to hurt you don't deserve to live."

Marik's hands shook even more and he put the cup down, "You ... how ... you killed my sister! My brother! How COULD you!"

Ryou smiled and pinned Marik down onto the couch, pressing himself against the Egyptian, "It's because ... I love you so ... and I want to be your one and only ... "

Ryou pressed his lips onto Marik's demanding entry which Marik was forced to give. Ryou's tongue swirled around Marik's mouth, tasting, savoring the taste.

And Marik could do nothing but helplessly watch as Ryou revealed himself to be not the delicate, innocent boy everyone had thought, but a dangerous, sensual, lustful being.

Yugi and Yami ran to Ryou's apartment as fast as they could.

"Think we'll make it, Yami?"

"I hope so ..."

Yami looked around the street and something caught his eye, "Wait! Yugi! It's Marik's motorcycle!"

Yugi gasped and the two made their way into the Pizza place. They looked around wildly and found not Marik but Bakura, leaning against the wall looking bored.

"Bakura! Where is Marik!" Yami demanded.

Bakura glared at him, "Why! Come to accuse him of another of your silly gal-pal's deaths."

"He is in danger!"

"He is at HOME."

Yugi stepped forward, "Is he with Ryou!"

"YES. What is your problem today, pin-head!"

"Ryou is dangerous! He's the one who's been killing off all those people! And Marik is in danger!"

Bakura's eyes widened, "Shit!"

He ran out onto the motorcycle and drove away frantically dialing Ryou's number on his cell phone.

Ryou stroked Marik's perfectly toned torso slowly, taking in every bit of the Egyptian, now tied up and gagged. Tears spurted from his lavender eyes as this nightmare came true.

Ryou licked the salty drops away and tensed when the phone rang. He sighed and walked away from the shirtless beauty on the floor to answer.

Picking up the receiver, he held it up for Marik to hear Bakura's voice on the other end, "Marik! HELLO! Hello! MARIK! DAMMIT answer me! ANSWER! Ryou, you asshole, don't you dare do anything to him! MARIK!"

Hearing Bakura's voice, for what Marik thought would be the last time, made him cry harder. Ryou smirked and dropped the receiver. He disconnected the whole thing and threw it onto the floor.

Smiling even wider he looked at Marik, "My, we're sweating! It's a bit hot here, isn't it?"

The paler boy opened a window and allowed the chilly air to enter. He quickly walked back to Marik.

Ryou giggled and stroked Marik's nipples while straddling the darker boy's waist, "So now we're cold ... or is it we're turned on ...? I know I am ..."

Ryou's tongue flicked over Marik's hardened nubs. Marik only sobbed and turned away.

'Please ... somebody ... Bakura ... please ...'

Ryou smiled, "Don't you see Marik ... you might as well lean back and enjoy ... this is only the beginning ..."

A/N: THERE! "wails" Now you know! DUN! DUN! DUN! Very predictable, I know! But it isn't over yet! Don't you want to know how this whole mess is resolved? Ryou is RAPING Marik! "raises eyebrow" Or something like that ... heh ... REVIEW PLZ!

Oh yeah ... check out my new fic: Guilty As Charged. "wink"

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