Chapter 06: Liar, Liar
By: Shounen Squared
I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, any of its characters, or any of the songs throughout this little FANfic.
Ryou felt terrible from head to toe when he awoke the next morning.
His head pounded due to a massive headache and he felt light-headed; he found himself dizzy just trying to look from left to right too fast. Then, his stomach felt ill. Excruciatingly sick. His muscles were exhausted, and he wasn't even sure if he could make it to the bathroom to puke. Wait. Where was the bathroom? Where was he? It didn't stop there, either. He couldn't remember anything. Just noises. Screaming, moaning, panting, and gasping.
Oh, god... don't tell me that is what I was doing last night...
Well, it certainly would explain his aching mouth. The back sides of his jaws felt misaligned, jerked, out of place, and sore. As if they'd been in a relatively awkward and unnatural position.
He sighed, distraught. Well, it's not like I'm ever lucky enough to remember something great, anyway. He referred not only to the night before, where all he could recall were sounds. But also to every little detail before the accident. Something about that past that his parents practically just dropped in his lap, it didn't seem right. If that really happened, why didn't he connect anything with it? And why did he connect so well with things that had been totally omitted? Something definitely wasn't right.
He could scarcely even remember who he'd been pleasuring last night. A tiny bit of what his body structure was like, but not his face, or hair, or eyes, or voice. Minus, that is, the sounds of pleasure and ecstacy. Still, they gave such very little detail or ideas. "Ughh. Someone, help me. . ." Ryou groaned, clenching the bedsheets tighter with each level of intesifying pain in his stomach. "Aghhh, it hurts, dammit. . ."
Behind him, he heard the clicking of an opening door, followed by a tall, shadowy silhouette approaching. "Ryou? Hey, are you okay, dude? Do you need some help?" it was a deep voice, but it wasn't the same as last night. It was someone different.
"Yes, p-please. I don't feel. . .well." The figure came closer to him, wrapped his arms around him, and helped him off of the bed. More and more about last night was coming back to him, and he could distinctly tell that this wasn't the one he'd been spending all night long with. He was vaguely familiar, though. Besides, the man from last night was lying beneath him, an arm tucked affectionately around his waist.
"Okay, okay." he said gently, which was pretty uncommon for this person. "What do you need, kid?"
"I have to puke," he mumbled.
The stranger pulled him from the other man's grip and helped him stumble down towards their bathroom.
For several minutes, Ryou forced his finger down his throat, trying his hardest to get some of the ailment out of his system. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't do it; he groaned, knowing that he'd feel better if he could just throw up. Ryou fell to his knees down onto the hard bathroom tile floor, crying. All the countless bottles of alchohol had definitely had an effect on him not only physically, but emotionally. That was only natural, considering that alchohol was, naturally, a depressant. And now he was in an extremely fragile emotional state.
Large, warm arms wrapped around him and gently rocked him back and forth. Whoever it was, they hugged so softly and tenderly. He propped his chin on Ryou's shoulder and said, "I'm sorry, 'Yo-chan, I am. You got totally, completely hammered last night, but I stopped you as quickly and as soon as I could."
It was Bakura. And it was also Bakura who he'd had his way with last night. He remembered each detail vividly now.
Ryou cried and sobbed hard at the touch of Bakura. "I-I'm so sorry, 'Kura-kun." He would reach up to wipe the tears away, but they were relentlessly replaced. "I'm sorry. I'm such an idiot. And I'm sure you didn't appreciate me giving you a blowjob last night." Ryou's voice trailed off, now just incredibly embarassed.
What Bakura wanted to say at first was "actually, I did." He thought back with anything but regret. Ryou's so awesome. I don't even know if I can suck that good! He smiled warmly and tightened his grip. "Look. Don't worry. It doesn't matter to me. Don't worry so much. Alright?" Ryou nodded in compliance, and then Bakura continued. "Anyway, today is another Sleep concert. I was hoping you'd come, but you're obviously not in any condition to go."
"No, I'm fine. Really."
Bakura quirked an eyebrow at him. "'Fine'? After you collapsed onto the floor in tears from sick aftermath, due to a night of insane drinking?"
"It doesn't matter," assured Ryou, "because before I went out to the bar last night, I told myself that no matter how sick I got, I would still go to your concert. I knew it was coming up, after all, and it was the number one thing I cleared my schedule for. Nothing can stop me from going, no matter how awful I feel."
Bakura was actually a bit taken back, but touched that Ryou was so dedicated on going to a concert. Even with his memory wiped clear, his love and personality hasn't changed a bit. He wished to play the "protective boyfriend" role and forbid him to go, but he knew how much the concert meant. Besides, with Ryou, what he saw was usually what he got, and Bakura didn't want to make it seem like he didn't want Ryou around anymore. He smiled and replied, "Alright, you win. You're coming. But, first, you need to rush home and 'explain' to your parents why you didn't come home last night. Make up some excuse or whatever, just don't tell them what really happened."
"No problem!" The younger of the boys grinned. "Even though I killed a million brain cells last night, I didn't forget my promise!"
Seto, Yami, Marik, and Bakura sat in front of each of their own individual vanity tables, preparing for their momentary public appearance. The brown-haired percussionist smirked and carefully applied his usual red mascara and eye shadow. "So, you and the Ryou kid got your jerk on last night, ne, Bakura?"
"And their suck," added Yami.
"Yea," Bakura sighed in an almost a dreamy fashion as a woman behind him styled his hair. "He's so goddamn good, seriously. Such a waste that he has always been seen as the submissive one. Then again, when it comes down to it, I couldn't get in the habit of him dominating every night. I require control, almost all the time."
Marik snorted. "We know that plenty, Bakura. Trust us, we know."
"Is there any chance of me or Seto-kun scoring with him?" asked Yami shamelessly. "We could hear your screaming through supposedly sound-proof doors and walls, so he had to have been good."
"Are you mad?" answered Bakura, figuring that was enough of an answer for Yami. "Besides, I love him. Even if I were to share him with anyone else--which I never would--he'd get the idea that I'm just using him for sex, if I drag him to sleep with my friends. And the sex is merely a way to express my feelings for him. Anyway, Ryou is mega-conservative when it comes to sex. Casual sex is out of the question to him--I've never asked him, but I just know it by now--and he has to feel like he can trust that person."
"Guess you're right." Seto sighed. "Oh well, better to have my own lover anyway, than borrow someone else's."
"Nah. If you borrow other people's, you still get the sex without all of the drama," Yami laughed for whatever odd reason, and his make-up artist slapped him on the cheek for moving around so much.
Marik took hold of his brush, brushed his hair upwards into spikes, and began applying hairspray. "Wait a minute, Bakura. 'He has to feel like he can trust that person'? I guess that means your plan is moving along pretty nicely."
"Much slower than I would like. But, it's as fast as it's gonna go for now."
"You want it to go faster? Correct me if I'm wrong, but above all of your moaning and pleasure noises, did I not hear constant, gentle 'I love you's? They certainly weren't coming for you."
"Maybe he has a crush, but remember, he was totally wasted. Alchohol always warps people's judgements and emotions."
"Maybe," said Marik slowly, in doubt if it was a crush, love, or neither on Ryou's part.
"Whaaat's up, Domino!" shouted Bakura into the microphone in front of him. The mic gave a shrill, high-pitched ringing due to the excessive noise. "We're back once again, and ready to rock you senseless! Are you ready to be rocked senseless?" He gufawed suddenly, knowing how lame that little speech was sounding; he already knew the answer before the enormous crowd responded in ear-shattering roars and screams of approval.
In the mob of heads he could see (most of them were black), he could easily scout out Ryou's contrasting white hair. He smiled, because Ryou had muscled and worked his way all the way as close the the front as he possibly could.
"Tonight, we're starting off with our take on 'Clocks' by Coldplay! So, let's get started, huh?"
Toward the end of the concert, most of the fans had lost their voice due to their relentless screaming and yelling. Bakura would laugh and say something like, "Whoa, we know how much you love us, but you won't be able to sing along with us if you keep wasting your voice!"
Then Bakura turned around and looked at Yami, Seto, and Marik. Knowing what Bakura was asking, the three band mates nodded their head and chuckled. When Bakura turned back, a grin was plastered on his face. "Alright then! Tonight, we're bringing a very special someone onto our stage. Oh, and no one volunteer, because we've already chosen who it is. Ryou Bakura, would you please come and join us up front?"
Ryou was so nervous when he heard Bakura beckon him. In front of thousands of people, too. Admirers and fans of The Sleep cleared the way as to allow him to pass through. Ryou was so anxious, however, that he couldn't wait for the others to move, and he tripped several times. When he arrived at the edge of the stage, Bakura leaned down, extending his hand to Ryou.
A bit glassy-eyed, Ryou graciously grabbed the hand and helped himself up onto the stage, taking his place at Bakura's right.
Bakura held his mic in his left hand and used his right hand to hold Ryou's head against the side of his shoulder. "'Ey, everyone! I've got a little announcement to make. I'd like everyone to meet 'Yo-chan! Say hi to him right now."
The swarm could never disobey any member of The Sleep. "Hey"s and "Hi"s erupted. They all shouted in unison as Bakura held the microphone to the air.
"Now, I'm sure you've seen all the rumors and 'expose' in the tabloids. Such as things like: I hooked up with a guy, I kissed him shamelessly in front of mobs of fans and reporters, et cetra. Well, guess what? All of it's true! And we're not afraid to admit it. Right, 'Yo-chan?"
Ryou became glassy-eyed once again. "'K-Kura-kun." was all he could say before throwing his arms around Bakura and kissing him. This was the only way he could even more widely spread the news of their non-existent "get-together." Hopefully, this way, it would be even more clear to stay away from his Bakura.
In all honesty, Ryou was extremely confused about their relationship level. He was pretty sure they were just friends, but Bakura so frequently brought up this fake hooking up that he was wondering if Bakura was truly serious. Either way, I get to kiss him in order to shoo off rabid fangirls.
"Mmmmm," Bakura purred seductively, holding the microphone close to their faces so the audience could hear his purrs. Then the two of them broke apart from each other. "Anyway, my point is, I am no longer on the market, ladies. Sorry. I am very happy with Ryou, and I do not want to see this in any of the press or media anymore. If this warning goes unnoticed, be sure of the fact that I will take action."
Bakura gave Ryou one more tight, brief hug before he said his closing good-bye. "G'night, Domino! Thanks for listening, and I'll see y'all later!" The sea of adoration raved and roared like an unruly storm as the two white haired boys hastily sprinted off the stage, followed by Marik, Yami, and Seto.
As soon as they came back to the dressing rooms, the rock stars all went their separate ways. Seto and Yami to remove their make-up, Marik to relieve his hair of possibly harmful hair spray. Bakura was heading to his bedroom to change. When Ryou shyly told 'Kura that he would just wait outside of his room until he was changed out of his concert clothing, Bakura raised an eyebrow at him. "Hey, don't worry about it. It's not like I'm afraid of you raping me or something."
Ryou turned his head away, his face steadily becoming more flushed.
"Seriously, it's fine. Look, I'm sorry if the whole sex thing from last night has you flustered or uncomfortable, or whatever. You were drunk, and you wanted it so bad. It was practically impossible to say no to you. I know you want to come in with me if not just to have some friendly conversation. So why not just come in?"
"O-okay."
Ryou happily lept onto Bakura's bed. At first he sat facing toward the wall to give Bakura his privacy, but a hand reached around underneath his chin and turned his face around. "Listen, it's o-kay. You can watch me change, I don't care. Of course, if you don't want to, by all means, don't, but don't feel so awkward all the time." He grinned.
Ryou nodded and turned around, gladly watching Bakura get out of his clothes.
"So, what did you think of our concert tonight?" asked Bakura, crossing his arms at his waist, grabbing the seams of his tank top, and pulling it over his head.
"Oh, it was awesome! The songs were so tight. . ." He said the last word a bit separate from the rest of the sentence, and unintentionally stressed it ever so slightly, as he watched Bakura struggle to pull off his almost overly-secure black leather pants. Bakura couldn't help but faintly laugh at Ryou's obvious infatuation with the choice of leather clothing.
Leather fetish... now how come I've never known that? I'll have to remember, leather fetish...
Bakura laughed again. "I'm glad you think so." He walked over much closer to Ryou--for his jeans were laying on the bed on which Ryou was sitting--and easily slipped the baggy pants on. They looked cool, but Ryou still preferred the tightness; he later mentally scolded himself for thinking such dirty things. Still, there was plenty of eye candy. After all, he either forgot to put on a new shirt, or he just didn't feel like putting on a new shirt.
"I'm going down to the beach. Come with?"
"Sure!" Ryou answered practically before Bakura had finished speaking.
"What do you mean, you've never been here before?" demanded Bakura, who lightly kicked some of the sand they were walking on, but being careful not to get it in anyone's eyes. "This beach is the best thing in this whole blasted city!"
"Maybe I've come here before. But if I have, I don't remember."
"I see."
"Yea. I mean, not too long ago, I was in this bad car wreck. I was pretty messed up by it. I even lost a lot of my long-term memory. In fact, I still haven't uncovered much of my past. I've been trying to find myself. I'm just surprised I came across you so quickly after the accident."
The two of them sat down just where the seawater could wash up against their feet, and Bakura looked at Ryou strangely. "What do you mean by that?"
"Oh. Just an odd coincidence is all, ne?"
"Yea."
"I mean, everything about you is so familiar to me. Did I know you before, maybe a long, long time ago?"
"No, I don't think so." Bakura answered quickly, shifting around in the sand a bit. It really sucked to have to lie to Ryou, but if he wanted this plan to work out right, he couldn't tell him the truth yet. He figured it would be better just to discretely change topics. "Hey, 'Yo-chan," he began, not looking at the subject, but at the horizon where the sun was setting. "In all honesty, can you tell me something? What do you feel when you're around me?"
"Oh." Ryou suddenly looked very uncomfortable. "Well, I suppose I can't lie to you. I--uh, like you. A lot. Like a crush. It'll probably pass, though, don't you think?" He smiled.
Believe me, Ryou, I'll see to it that it doesn't pass, Bakura thought vainly and smiled back at Ryou, grateful that he told the truth. "Me too."
"Hmm?"
"Me too. It's a crush for me, too." Another lie. Another huge whopping lie.
Ryou looked bewildered and stunned at this answer.
Bakura chuckled. "I mean, you're too cute to dodge or resist." He leaned over to his right, just like before at the concert, and ran his fingers from the side of Ryou's face back through his hair. Then, he tilted Ryou's head down slightly, pulled their bodies closer, and kissed Ryou on the forehead.
The right hand of Ryou touched Bakura's neck as a sign of modest affection, while his left rested against his even, smooth chest. Bakura used his left arm to completely embrace the other teen now, and they remained silent for a few minutes. Finally, the older spoke up. "Whether you want to just stay friends, or you want to explore and see where these crushes go, just tell me what you want to do, and I'm cool with it."
"I-I don't want to label what our relations are right now," explained Ryou. "Friends, lovers, 'friends with'. . .uh, 'benefits', whatever. We'll just take it as it comes, and go with whatever our mind is telling us to do."
Bakura kissed Ryou on the forehead again and then murmured, "That's fine with me. Then you must promise me, we will take things as they come, and not deny things that we truly feel."
Ryou blinked. Wasn't it a bit early to be saying those kinds of things?
"I promise you, we will take things as they come, and not deny our feelings. You can hold me to it."
"That I will. Now, I think it's time you get on home before your parents blow a gasket. I'll see you later, 'Yo-chan."
Ryou nodded, briefly hugged Bakura one last time, then turned away from him and began his mad dash home.
If you haven't noticed, I edited the chapter. It looks much neater now. So if you haven't noticed, then NOTICE, biatch, and appreciate my hard work :) haha, review, please.