Argh... -stabs chapter- I hate this. I hate it. I wish it dead. But I had to post something... -sigh- And I will be gone for a loooong time. over a week. Final exams coming up... -whimper-
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Malik bit his lip as he gazed around the small apartment room, a strange, light feeling in his heart as the pale talons that firmly grasped his shoulder relaxed, and Bakura let him go, a small, sadistic smirk on his face as he gazed strangely at the Egyptian light, who blushed slightly, and looked away from the lithe frame a few inches from him.
"Afraid?" Bakura breathed into the lights ear, slim pale arms slowly, seductively making their way around Maliks lightly muscled stomach, the caramel teen emitting a short gasp, and arching his back as the pale demon ran his lithe, bony fingers over the bronzed abs. Malik gritted his teeth tightly closed as his hands clenched into fists, his eyes tightly jammed shut.
"N-No…" Malik opened his lavender orbs slowly, and began to smile, his breathing still harsh and ragged as he bowed his head, his drooping eyes fixated on the floor. "I'm not afraid. I don't care what you do to me, because…" At this, Malik twisted around in the demons grip, despite a growl of anger and annoyance at the latter, gazing deeply into dark mocha orbs, one caramel finger straying to his wild mop of snowy hair, gently wrapping a silvery tendril around his finger. "I-I love you." Malik finally stammered in a rush, his face glowing a deep dusky pink as he stared into brown eyes now widened in shock.
"What?" Bakura breathed, his mouth slightly open as his arms tightened around the warm caramel form that fitted just right in his arms. "Do you mean you-" His eyes flew open even wider than before, gently lowering half-shut as Malik placed his mouth on the demons pale lips. All ten caramel digits were twisted into the demons wild locks, eyes lowering shut in pleasure as he ran his tongue along the yamis bottom lip, who promptly groaned, opening his mouth in surprise, the Egyptian trembling in pleasure as he entered Bakuras hot cavern, his fingers twisting further into the demons hair, the latter closing his eyes completely as he ran his fingers over the marked skin under Maliks shirt…
And kissed him back.
The world could have exploded, the apartment could have collapsed, the kitchen could have caught fire, and Malik would never have noticed. The way he was, snuggled lightly in his lovers arms, his fingers curled in the yamis untamed snowy tangles, Bakura kissing him so wild, so passionately, the Egyptian was in the highest of all heavens, achieved the ultimate nirvana, he was happier, and more joyous and ecstatic than he had ever been in his entire collection of memories he had stored in his mind. Malik didn't care that he couldn't breathe, that his lungs were to the point of exploding. Gods, he wouldn't even mind dying like this…
Malik pouted as Bakura finally released his mouth from the lights, both of them gasping for breath, their limbs trembling and heads spinning from the sudden rush of oxygen. Well, Bakura tried to tell himself the dizziness was the lack of oxygen. Malik finally opened his eyes, soft lavender gazing deeply into a dark chocolate clouded with lust.
"Yes." Malik whispered softly, his slim caramel fingers winding their way out of the yamis hair, gently cupping his pale, soft face. Bakura sighed, his arms slightly loosening, as he lowered his brown gaze to the floor, a few moments passing before he made his next move, raising his arms from the small of Maliks back to his neck, and before Malik had a chance to react to this new, alien touch, the demon buried his wild, snowy head in the base of the lights shoulder, his forehead gently resting against the Egyptians neck. Malik gasped, as he maneuvered his hands from Bakuras face to his shoulders, gently giving the darkness a soft, quick hug.
Bakura never knew Malik loved him. He never knew that the young light felt this way about him, that he cared. Well, sure, he knew that Malik felt something for him, he could see it, from the glimmer in his eyes, his small smile, his slightly flushed face, whenever he looked Bakuras way. But Bakura just thought it was a crush, because, yeah, he was hot and he knew it. ((Vain bastard… Hehehe)) No one had ever loved him before, not in so long. Ryou hated him, feared him, and everybody else loathed the sight of him, wished the spirit was dead.
He wasn't like Marik. Not at all. Sure, he was a darkness, bound to the pitiful weakling Ryou, but he wasn't created from his hate and rage and pain. He was a real person. He had feelings, emotions other and anger and fury. He wanted… he wanted to belong. To be whole, to… To be loved. If Malik was going to provide that for him, to give him a place in someone else's heart, to love and care about him, well, that was just all right.
It was a long time before he broke apart from the lights warm embrace.
Marik gazed down at the small bundle under the lime blanket with concern, his deep breathing occasionally punctuated with a soft, occasional long shuddering sigh, coupled with Ryou curling even tighter into himself for protection, whimpering softly in his exhausted slumber. The darkness gently laid a ringed hand on silky, sweat stained locks, softly combing the white strands, contrasting sharply with his caramel fingers. It was a moment before the darkness's brain caught up with his actions, and he snatched his arm away from the young light, mentally slapping himself. Geez, was he ever stupid…
A soft, sleepy moan broke the yami from his reproving thoughts, and his amethyst eyes, fixated on the awakening light, softened just a shade as the beautiful young boy gently pulled himself from the last few tendrils of sleep.
"A-Are you awake?" The Egyptian breathed softly at Ryou, the latter groaning, dark mocha orbs slowly revealed from white ivory eyelids, long ebony eyelashes flickering slightly.
"M-Marik?" Ryou whispered softly into the stone amethyst eyes above him, his chin beginning to tremble. "Wh-where did Malik go? Did Bakura-sama take him? Where is he, oh god…" The young light began to cry, his breath coming out in hitched sobs as his thin body shook. "I-I'm so sorry Maliks gone, I'm so so sorry…" burying his head in his arms, Ryou struggled to breathe, choked gasps almost beginning to melt the icy exterior around his heart. The yami only let Ryou cry for another minute or so, before his heart betrayed his head, and he gently scooped the teenager in bronzed, muscular arms, clutching the thin form close to his chest. The young light sobbed hopelessly into his chest, tears soaking his shirt as Ryous trembling hands were clenched in the black material, but Marik didn't really care, one hand brushing silver bangs out of Ryous wet chocolate eyes, the other gently rubbing his slender back.
"Shhh, Ryou…" Marik whispered softly, struggling to make his voice as calm and soothing as possible. "It's all going to be okay, don't worry, Maliks strong, he's going to be okay, I know it." Gently rocking the light from side to side, Ryou sniffed softly, and raised his head, red-rimmed eyes gazing into cold light purple.
"Y-You promise?" It was such a hopeful, childish statement, it made Mariks heart ache as he gazed into wet mocha eyes, framed by such a round, innocent china face, white, beautiful silky locks trailing down the small of the young teens back and brushing his shoulder blades.
"I promise." Marik affirmed softly, tightening his hold on the young light. Ryou sighed, and smiled softly, gently resting his head against the yamis chest, the dull thud of his heartbeat soothing, peaceful to him. The pair remained like that for a long time, just silently drinking in each others presence, and going through the feelings in their minds.
Marik felt… warm, relaxed as he held the whitenette securely in his arms. He never ever opened up to anyone, he was never kind. He never really cared. He enjoyed death and pain, he craved it. But Ryou… He was literally unlike anyone he had ever met before. Sure, he had seen him quite a few times before he found him in the dark alleyway, but all he saw was the pathetic, whimpering weak little host of the tomb robber. This beautiful, innocent little child in his arms fitted snugly as though he belonged seemed an entirely different person. Like a fallen angel, who had been brutally attacked, left broken, wingless, needing desperately to be loved and healed. Marik wouldn't mind doing that… caring for him, repairing his shattered mind and soul, strangely enough. He wasn't used to caring about anything other than himself- And Malik, on the rare occasion-, and he was… he was slightly afraid, of damaging Ryous mind any further, but he had to at least try, to get him to trust again, to love, to stop acting so depressed and upset. He had to try and heal his shattered heart.
Ryou felt so warm, so safe and secure as he curled tightly in Mariks arms, a sort of deep peace flowing through him. Marik promised everything would be alright. Malik would be okay, and so would he. Ryou wasn't going to hurt anymore… Someone was there to care about him, to notice, to stay with him and not actually hurt him. For the first time in years, Ryou felt like he mattered, like someone in his life actually thought he mattered. As he was held, so safe in Mariks arms, he felt like the roof could cave in, and he wouldn't even mind, as long as he could keep staying in Mariks strong, protective hold.
Bakura sighed as he gently lifted his head from the crook of Maliks neck, his eyes looking a little bit red. Malik frowned softly, but tactfully said nothing, one caramel palm gently running like water over his smooth expanse of silky porcelain skin. Bakura closed his eyes at the touch, and let out a long sigh, as Malik softly brushed snowy bangs out of his hardened dark eyes. His orbs slowly fluttered opened, filled with so much pain and sadness as he gazed into soft lavender, that it almost broke the lights heart.
"You can't love me." Bakura said harshly, his eyes narrow and cold. "You can't." Malik sighed, gently tracing patterns on the yamis cheekbone. He leaned in to kiss the pale silk of his cheek, Bakura letting out a harsh gasp as his arms tightened around Maliks neck.
"I do love you." The light whispered into Bakuras ear, raising his gaze to hard dark eyes. "I always have, since I first laid eyes on you. I know, I'm probably crazy, but I don't care. You're capable of loving someone, Bakura, I know it." Tears welled at his eyes, but the light forced them back, and smiled softly. "Just look, deep down. It's there, I know it is."
"No!" Bakura broke apart from the warms embrace, his eyes flashing a cold fire. "No! You don't, you can't, you can't…" He held his face in his hands, lithe shoulders shaking. "Don't say that, you can't mean it, you can't love me." Malik frowned as he gazed softly at the yami, lavender eyes full of concern. "You just can't!" He burst out, glaring at the young light. "No one could ever love me…" The light sighed softly as he loosely wrapped an arm around thin, shaking shoulders, Bakura biting his lip as he tentatively leaned into the soft embrace.
"Why do you say that?" Malik inquired softly, gazing into hard mahogany eyes, which for a fleeting moment appeared softer… less sure about himself. Bakura buried his head into Maliks shoulder abruptly, trying with all of his heart to suppress the burning lump in the middle of his throat. Malik sighed softly at the pale demon clinging hopelessly to him, gently looping his free arm around Bakuras waist.
"I don't want you to get hurt." Bakura whispered, his voice muffled by Maliks clothed shoulder. "Malik… I just… Just… Oh, hell, I love you, okay!" He glared up into lavender eyes wide in shock. "You're funny, nice, and damn sexy, but I still…" Bakura lightly whispered the last few words, his lips brushing against Maliks.
"We can't be together. I-I cant love anyone…" Bakura held back a choked sob, gazing into warm light eyes welling with tears. "You have to understand…"
"No." Malik said firmly. "No no no. You can love someone, Bakura. I don't care of you're a psychotic three thousand year old Egyptian spirit bursting with rage and hate. I will never, ever stop loving you."
"But-" Bakura struggled to protest, but was abruptly cut off by Maliks lips pressed against his own, pushing impatiently for entrance. The demon complied, trembling hands softly cupping the blondes jawbone, as the latter kissed him fiercely. A moment later, Bakura growled at the Egyptian, deepening the kiss as he assured the natural position of dominance, Malik groaning softly under his hold. His hands softly cupped the back of his head, pale fingers gently caressing the feathery blond strands as he continued to ravage the younger boys mouth. It was a long time before the pair broke apart, both breathing harshly, dark mocha burning into a bright, determined lavender.
"But nothing." Malik said firmly. "I love you and care about you, and I don't give a damn if you're going to refuse to even act on your emotions." He gently ran a hand through wild snowy locks. "Bakura, please…"
"You don't want to love me." Bakura muttered darkly. Lowering his eyes to the carpet. "Not someone like me… you deserve better."
"I don't want someone better." Malik was practically in tears as he gazed at the yami. "I want you. I want to be with you, to love you. Please, Bakura…"
"I can't make any promises I won't hurt you." The yami stated bluntly, hardened brown eyes glaring back up to lavender. "I don't do love and romance and all that mushy crap."
"Meh. Neither do I." Malik smirked softly, leaning in for another kiss.
Hate it. Hate it. Hate it. See ya in a week.