Well sadly there were some flames but meh, and I know this is not to
everyone's liking due to the fact they are brothers and I do not mind
flames but please if you are to flame me say WHAT you don't like about it
and give me a reason please not just a 'your sick' I'd prefer to be cursed
out with a reason, and here you go and I hope not everyone hates it and
thank you for all the great reviews
Bonds of Brother
By: Amani Hershel
WARNING: Oh, and here is a warning yes two brothers are together if you do not like it please do not read it or if you wish to flame me read the whole story and give me an exact reason for you not approving of it thank you
Ryou awoke in his own bed slightly to his dismay Bakura had no doubt carried him to it. They were no longer able to share a bed and use an excuse as in a sleep over or Ryou had awakened from a nightmare. For if they used such an excuse his father would say he was weak. He hated that. Ryou sat up fully wishing Bakura could have been there. But he stretched still in his blue sweater and jeans. He went to the mahogany dresser pulling out a pair of black pants and a long sleeved apple green sweater. As he entered he spotted Bakura clad in a black sleeveless lose black tank top and loose blue jeans. Which Ryou had to admit were very appealing to the eye. He took his seat by his older brother glancing to see his mother cooking over a stove. Bakura's long mane was pulled back in a ponytail as he flipped through a random magazine.
"Good morning brother." He said with a light smile Bakura glanced to him with a nod having a piece of buttered toast hanging from his mouth. Ryou giggled slightly at the sight and looked over the older Genko's shoulder using it as an excuse to rest his head upon the bare shoulder of his brother. Mrs. Genko turned to them with a bright smile.
"Okay boys here you are." She said in a sweet voice laying a plate of pancakes before them. She truly was a kind woman. "Now I am running out to the store do tell your father breakfast is ready dears, ta." She exited the back door garbing a small coat and her purse. Ryou stood with a smile and making sure no one was around gave a small kiss to his brother's cheek, which received him a ruffle of his hair causing it to fall into his eyes. He gave a light laugh pushing them aside. He gazed at the other for a moment or two before entering the grand living room where his father was reading the paper in his pajamas a light blue robe was tied neatly about him matching the lightly colored room leading to the balcony. Ryou stood a minute smiling as the bright sun shown in from the open glass doors and the wind blew through his hair. He smiled to his father.
"Good morning father." He said with a nod of his head. His father peered over the paper looking over his reading glasses at his youngest son.
"Tell me Ryou what do you think of these foolish Americans trying to accept this gay marriage into their lives?" He asked out of no where making the British boy slightly nervous. Ryou blinked thinking his father didn't mean him to answer but after a few moments sat on the love seat across from the large chair.
"Umm." He gnawed at his lower lip. "I think everyone should just make their minds up about it. . .," He said not really wanting to give a straight answer.
"Yes, I suposse don't make such a big spatter out of this, bad infulance it is." He said with a shake of his head. "Might as well shove it in the faces of our children and let the disease be spread onto the impressionable youth of today." He said distastefully. Ryou swallowed felling his stomach turn at his father words. He knew it would be better to simply be quiet but he couldn't help it.
"Father it is a decision not just something that could be caught and infected with a-and I really don't see anything wrong with it if it's love." His father looked up at him removing his glasses acting as if he had spoken words that were not of this world, and technically they were not in his father's mind.
"Ryou are you taking -their- side? There is no love in -their- sick ways only lust and a message against god" He said voice firm. Ryou bit his lip once more, he knew nothing to say but at the same time he wanted to yell at his father, but only stood.
"O,okay yeah but anyways mum has breakfast lied out for you." He said walking in and running past Bakura and into his room. Bakura lifted his head watching Ryou as he ran back and went to stand as his father came in. The father looked at his son expectantly. Bakura threw eyes to the side.
"Good morning sir." He said lowly. "May I please be excused?" He added bitterly. Mr. Genko gave a nod of approval.
"Yes you may." The man in his late thirties said as he took a seat with correct posture of course. Bakura headed to the stairs where Ryou had ran off to. He truly hated that man some days but he quickly settled down his anger as he opened the partially closed door.
"Ryou?" He asked stepping in seeing the boy lying on his bed. "What's the matter?" He asked gently. Ryou shook his head embracing the other and motioning him to sit down. Bakura took a seat by the boy. "C'mon love what is it?" He whispered burring his head in his little brother's long soft main.
"I hate him Bakura." He shook his head. "First he sends you away for no good reason and now he thinks everything but his way is a message against god." He put his hand on the other face and couldn't help but lean up and place his lips to that of Bakura's. Bakura closed his eyes for a moment before pushing him back.
"Ryou we can't not while father is in." He said flatly stroking the others hair. "And he just doesn't understand what love is." He said having a feeling of what Ryou was getting at although they doubt they had talked of such a matter of the two brothers relationship, and definitely not with his father. Bakura looked down as more tears welled glazing over the large russet orbs.
"When . . ." He raised the other hand to his face as well. "When Bakura? When will I be able to touch you freely, I love you is that so wrong, is it?" He sighed lowering his head as well as his hands. "I hate this I hate it all." Bakura's expression turned grim as he lifted the others chin watching as the tears fell down his koi's delicate cheeks.
"I swear to you one day I shall take you far from here and everything will be fine and no one will judge us," He said wiping his tears away. "Don't cry, please." He said feeling at the mercy of the other. "Ryou." He held the other close. "Just wait I swear I'll make everything better, I swear. "Ryou despite himself smiled.
"I know you will Baku." He said softly closing his eyes. . Bakura quickly pulled from his brother as he heard there mother pull up in the large drive way and quickly went to the door. Ryou let out a low whimper as Bakura's heat left him. 'Gomen.' He mouthed as he exited the room. Ryou sighed deeply wrapping his arms about himself tightly trying to regain the warmth since the clothing he wore seemed to be void of the warm comfort his brother had offered him. . Brother what a strange word. Simply being dubbed as such you were to love them and care for them always as modern moral had shown through the years; however now it seemed if the line were to be even slightly over crossed it became a deadly sin. Just because they were of the same blood? Because of thing that they couldn't see they were to deny the love they felt for one another? Ryou was pulled from his thoughts as he heard a knock followed by his mother opening the door.
"Ryou, Marik came over Bakura wants to know if you want to go to the movies with them." Ryou smiled usually Bakura never let him about his friends. He smiled to the woman.
"Tell them I will do so as soon as I change." His mother nodded retreating and shutting the door to give the other privacy. Ryou lifted his sweater deciding it would be much warmer outside then the slightly frigid tempter of the large house. He chose upon a dark green vest and a button up white shirt worn underneath, a pair of firm fiting jeans covering his lower body. He ran a brush through his hair as he walked downstairs setting it on the counter in the hallway. Ryou smiled at his brother who had let his hair down and now it fell gracefully behind him, aside from the strands he played with as he waited for Ryou. He had also replaced the tank top with a loose red T-shirt. He truly did hate it when his koi would conceal his body with such baggy outfits. Ryou gave a small nod to Marik. Marik glanced to the younger boy, he himself being nineteen and ever surpassing Bakura's age.
"Egh Bakura does he really gotta come?" The blonde practically whined. Bakura sent him a glare and the hooded lavender eyes rolled in annoyance as he shoved his hands deep into the tight black leather pants. His upper body was clad in a tight black short sleeve shirt, a loose purple and black stripped one under it. The sleeves hung so long that the tanned hands were concealed. Marik wasn't the friendliest person in the world, but Ryou would be more than happy to be around him if it meant time with Bakura. They left the house going to Marik's small purple punch buggie. Bakura instead of sitting in the front by Marik sat in the back with the youngest boy. The windows were covered with multiple bumper stickers and the car smelt of a deep smoke of drugs, sex, and insents. There were things thrown about here and there as soon as the blonde pulled from the driveway Bakura pulled Ryou promptly into his lap smothering the teenager's neck with soft gentle kisses. Marik looked back at them from his review mirror making a sick face.
"Aww C'mon not in the car." He moaned. "Get all your frekin' love germs on my baby." Marik was one of the only people who knew of Bakura and Ryou's little secret. Bakura huffed.
"Aww like you don't so the same thing in here with gods knows how many men." Bakura snickered. Ryou tried not to laugh and simply snuggled back to his koi.
"So what are we going to go see?" Ryou asked curiously. Bakura thought for a moment having not really decided on what they were going to go see.
"'Finding Nemo' is still out." Marik chirped. "And man is that ever so fun to fucking watch while you high!" Bakura snorted.
"What's the point you are pretty much always high." For awhile they debated back and forth what they should go see and Ryou would nod along every now and then but all that mattered to him was that he was with Bakura. The group of teenagers decided against the movie, having only drove around and pick up dinner from McDonalds. It was about three in the morning when the small purple vehicle pulled up into the Genko's driveway. Ryou had fallen asleep in Bakura's arms who was lying back and gently stroking his hair. Bakura finished off his cigarette putting it out in the back seat ash trey. Marik gave out a stifled yawn.
"Night Kura." Bakura nodded getting himself up and opening the door his sleeping brother in his arms, he gave his friend a slight wave as the blond drove off. He walked into the large house removing his shoes as well as the younger boys and made his way through the dark house and up the stairs to Ryou's room. He lied the boy down gently removing the green vest and rebuttoning the collar of his white shirt undone thanks to his and Bakura's little games. He smiled down at his koi with the most sincerity of love. He placed a hand on his bed to steady himself and placing his lips to those sweet ones of the sleeping boy. He stayed like that for a long while listening to the deep even breathing standing out amongst the silence. He stood with one last glance sighing and turning to go to his room only to come fact to face with his father, who was standing in the threshold of Ryou's room.
'How long had he been there!?' His mind raced rapidly how could he have been so foolish he had thought them to be both asleep!
"Bakura . . . "The angered tone ran through out the room and straight through Bakura. "I expect an explanation."
TBC
Egh kinda of a cliffy cliffy, ne? Egh It's longer than the first but still kinda short but anyways I hoped you like it and flames and reviews welcomed with open arms.
Bonds of Brother
By: Amani Hershel
WARNING: Oh, and here is a warning yes two brothers are together if you do not like it please do not read it or if you wish to flame me read the whole story and give me an exact reason for you not approving of it thank you
Ryou awoke in his own bed slightly to his dismay Bakura had no doubt carried him to it. They were no longer able to share a bed and use an excuse as in a sleep over or Ryou had awakened from a nightmare. For if they used such an excuse his father would say he was weak. He hated that. Ryou sat up fully wishing Bakura could have been there. But he stretched still in his blue sweater and jeans. He went to the mahogany dresser pulling out a pair of black pants and a long sleeved apple green sweater. As he entered he spotted Bakura clad in a black sleeveless lose black tank top and loose blue jeans. Which Ryou had to admit were very appealing to the eye. He took his seat by his older brother glancing to see his mother cooking over a stove. Bakura's long mane was pulled back in a ponytail as he flipped through a random magazine.
"Good morning brother." He said with a light smile Bakura glanced to him with a nod having a piece of buttered toast hanging from his mouth. Ryou giggled slightly at the sight and looked over the older Genko's shoulder using it as an excuse to rest his head upon the bare shoulder of his brother. Mrs. Genko turned to them with a bright smile.
"Okay boys here you are." She said in a sweet voice laying a plate of pancakes before them. She truly was a kind woman. "Now I am running out to the store do tell your father breakfast is ready dears, ta." She exited the back door garbing a small coat and her purse. Ryou stood with a smile and making sure no one was around gave a small kiss to his brother's cheek, which received him a ruffle of his hair causing it to fall into his eyes. He gave a light laugh pushing them aside. He gazed at the other for a moment or two before entering the grand living room where his father was reading the paper in his pajamas a light blue robe was tied neatly about him matching the lightly colored room leading to the balcony. Ryou stood a minute smiling as the bright sun shown in from the open glass doors and the wind blew through his hair. He smiled to his father.
"Good morning father." He said with a nod of his head. His father peered over the paper looking over his reading glasses at his youngest son.
"Tell me Ryou what do you think of these foolish Americans trying to accept this gay marriage into their lives?" He asked out of no where making the British boy slightly nervous. Ryou blinked thinking his father didn't mean him to answer but after a few moments sat on the love seat across from the large chair.
"Umm." He gnawed at his lower lip. "I think everyone should just make their minds up about it. . .," He said not really wanting to give a straight answer.
"Yes, I suposse don't make such a big spatter out of this, bad infulance it is." He said with a shake of his head. "Might as well shove it in the faces of our children and let the disease be spread onto the impressionable youth of today." He said distastefully. Ryou swallowed felling his stomach turn at his father words. He knew it would be better to simply be quiet but he couldn't help it.
"Father it is a decision not just something that could be caught and infected with a-and I really don't see anything wrong with it if it's love." His father looked up at him removing his glasses acting as if he had spoken words that were not of this world, and technically they were not in his father's mind.
"Ryou are you taking -their- side? There is no love in -their- sick ways only lust and a message against god" He said voice firm. Ryou bit his lip once more, he knew nothing to say but at the same time he wanted to yell at his father, but only stood.
"O,okay yeah but anyways mum has breakfast lied out for you." He said walking in and running past Bakura and into his room. Bakura lifted his head watching Ryou as he ran back and went to stand as his father came in. The father looked at his son expectantly. Bakura threw eyes to the side.
"Good morning sir." He said lowly. "May I please be excused?" He added bitterly. Mr. Genko gave a nod of approval.
"Yes you may." The man in his late thirties said as he took a seat with correct posture of course. Bakura headed to the stairs where Ryou had ran off to. He truly hated that man some days but he quickly settled down his anger as he opened the partially closed door.
"Ryou?" He asked stepping in seeing the boy lying on his bed. "What's the matter?" He asked gently. Ryou shook his head embracing the other and motioning him to sit down. Bakura took a seat by the boy. "C'mon love what is it?" He whispered burring his head in his little brother's long soft main.
"I hate him Bakura." He shook his head. "First he sends you away for no good reason and now he thinks everything but his way is a message against god." He put his hand on the other face and couldn't help but lean up and place his lips to that of Bakura's. Bakura closed his eyes for a moment before pushing him back.
"Ryou we can't not while father is in." He said flatly stroking the others hair. "And he just doesn't understand what love is." He said having a feeling of what Ryou was getting at although they doubt they had talked of such a matter of the two brothers relationship, and definitely not with his father. Bakura looked down as more tears welled glazing over the large russet orbs.
"When . . ." He raised the other hand to his face as well. "When Bakura? When will I be able to touch you freely, I love you is that so wrong, is it?" He sighed lowering his head as well as his hands. "I hate this I hate it all." Bakura's expression turned grim as he lifted the others chin watching as the tears fell down his koi's delicate cheeks.
"I swear to you one day I shall take you far from here and everything will be fine and no one will judge us," He said wiping his tears away. "Don't cry, please." He said feeling at the mercy of the other. "Ryou." He held the other close. "Just wait I swear I'll make everything better, I swear. "Ryou despite himself smiled.
"I know you will Baku." He said softly closing his eyes. . Bakura quickly pulled from his brother as he heard there mother pull up in the large drive way and quickly went to the door. Ryou let out a low whimper as Bakura's heat left him. 'Gomen.' He mouthed as he exited the room. Ryou sighed deeply wrapping his arms about himself tightly trying to regain the warmth since the clothing he wore seemed to be void of the warm comfort his brother had offered him. . Brother what a strange word. Simply being dubbed as such you were to love them and care for them always as modern moral had shown through the years; however now it seemed if the line were to be even slightly over crossed it became a deadly sin. Just because they were of the same blood? Because of thing that they couldn't see they were to deny the love they felt for one another? Ryou was pulled from his thoughts as he heard a knock followed by his mother opening the door.
"Ryou, Marik came over Bakura wants to know if you want to go to the movies with them." Ryou smiled usually Bakura never let him about his friends. He smiled to the woman.
"Tell them I will do so as soon as I change." His mother nodded retreating and shutting the door to give the other privacy. Ryou lifted his sweater deciding it would be much warmer outside then the slightly frigid tempter of the large house. He chose upon a dark green vest and a button up white shirt worn underneath, a pair of firm fiting jeans covering his lower body. He ran a brush through his hair as he walked downstairs setting it on the counter in the hallway. Ryou smiled at his brother who had let his hair down and now it fell gracefully behind him, aside from the strands he played with as he waited for Ryou. He had also replaced the tank top with a loose red T-shirt. He truly did hate it when his koi would conceal his body with such baggy outfits. Ryou gave a small nod to Marik. Marik glanced to the younger boy, he himself being nineteen and ever surpassing Bakura's age.
"Egh Bakura does he really gotta come?" The blonde practically whined. Bakura sent him a glare and the hooded lavender eyes rolled in annoyance as he shoved his hands deep into the tight black leather pants. His upper body was clad in a tight black short sleeve shirt, a loose purple and black stripped one under it. The sleeves hung so long that the tanned hands were concealed. Marik wasn't the friendliest person in the world, but Ryou would be more than happy to be around him if it meant time with Bakura. They left the house going to Marik's small purple punch buggie. Bakura instead of sitting in the front by Marik sat in the back with the youngest boy. The windows were covered with multiple bumper stickers and the car smelt of a deep smoke of drugs, sex, and insents. There were things thrown about here and there as soon as the blonde pulled from the driveway Bakura pulled Ryou promptly into his lap smothering the teenager's neck with soft gentle kisses. Marik looked back at them from his review mirror making a sick face.
"Aww C'mon not in the car." He moaned. "Get all your frekin' love germs on my baby." Marik was one of the only people who knew of Bakura and Ryou's little secret. Bakura huffed.
"Aww like you don't so the same thing in here with gods knows how many men." Bakura snickered. Ryou tried not to laugh and simply snuggled back to his koi.
"So what are we going to go see?" Ryou asked curiously. Bakura thought for a moment having not really decided on what they were going to go see.
"'Finding Nemo' is still out." Marik chirped. "And man is that ever so fun to fucking watch while you high!" Bakura snorted.
"What's the point you are pretty much always high." For awhile they debated back and forth what they should go see and Ryou would nod along every now and then but all that mattered to him was that he was with Bakura. The group of teenagers decided against the movie, having only drove around and pick up dinner from McDonalds. It was about three in the morning when the small purple vehicle pulled up into the Genko's driveway. Ryou had fallen asleep in Bakura's arms who was lying back and gently stroking his hair. Bakura finished off his cigarette putting it out in the back seat ash trey. Marik gave out a stifled yawn.
"Night Kura." Bakura nodded getting himself up and opening the door his sleeping brother in his arms, he gave his friend a slight wave as the blond drove off. He walked into the large house removing his shoes as well as the younger boys and made his way through the dark house and up the stairs to Ryou's room. He lied the boy down gently removing the green vest and rebuttoning the collar of his white shirt undone thanks to his and Bakura's little games. He smiled down at his koi with the most sincerity of love. He placed a hand on his bed to steady himself and placing his lips to those sweet ones of the sleeping boy. He stayed like that for a long while listening to the deep even breathing standing out amongst the silence. He stood with one last glance sighing and turning to go to his room only to come fact to face with his father, who was standing in the threshold of Ryou's room.
'How long had he been there!?' His mind raced rapidly how could he have been so foolish he had thought them to be both asleep!
"Bakura . . . "The angered tone ran through out the room and straight through Bakura. "I expect an explanation."
TBC
Egh kinda of a cliffy cliffy, ne? Egh It's longer than the first but still kinda short but anyways I hoped you like it and flames and reviews welcomed with open arms.