-slinks in- I am sooooooo sorry this chapter is so late... -whimper- Terribleh sorry... To make up for it, I am on dangerous ground, and wrote a lemon... xD I hope you like...

Disclaimer: I own nothing... xD

I'll be able to update a lot more now that our country has summer vacation... Two months of freedom! Yay! -smiles and dances-

Malik lay weak and breathless on the bed, trembling slightly. His sweaty limbs were entwined with the pale yamis, his head resting on Bakuras shoulder. He was sobbing softly into the base of his neck, the demon slowly combing wet sandy locks of hair, his lips pressed against Maliks head.

"Was that so bad?" Bakura smirked softly, placing a hand under the lights head and lifting him up so he could gaze into soft lavender eyes. Malik smiled softly, tears forming in his eyes. He shook his head wordlessly, and Bakura sighed softly, a thin finger curling idly through his blonde hair. Malik leaned softly into the touch, his mind still spinning around in mad circles at what the pair had just done. Light purple eyes slowly lowered shut, and the light breathed deeply, a small smile on his face.

"I was just so scared." Malik mumbled softly, sadly. "I-I mean, I just- just-" The light gasped as Bakura abruptly cut his ramblings short, with a harsh, rough kiss to the lips. Bakura smirked in the midst of the kiss, hands running seductively up Maliks bare back, warm and damp with sweat. The light moaned into the demons open mouth, his limbs trembling as he felt cold lithe fingers tread gently back down along the lights spine, towards his too-sexy rear end. Malik gasped and shivered as Bakura massaged his thighs, his forehead beaded with sweat and breathing disjointed and harsh.

"Why?" Bakura breathed seductively, smiling into the lights ear. Malik gasped desperately for breath, writhing underneath the demon. He gritted his teeth, hands tightening around Maliks curves. The way the Egyptians sweat-sheened frame moved beneath him, his hips grinding into the demons, was so arousing…

"B-Because…" Malik was having trouble talking, his breathing shallow in his throat. He let out a sharp cry, arching his back harshly as Bakura slid a pale, bony finger inside his tight passage, and moaned as he slumped into the spirit, his elbows propped on the spirits chest, his head bowed as the demon dug another finger inside him, stretching the still-sore muscles as he inserted a third, Malik tensing further as he moaned, digging his forehead into the demons pale collarbone as he whimpered softly, his fingers digging into the sheets. Bakura smirked as he gazed down at him, and pushed Malik onto his back, both hands now running over the Egyptians tanned stomach as he straddled the light, Malik whimpering and moaning, eyes clouded with lust and uncertainty ad Bakura leaned back on his haunches and began to spread the lights slim caramel legs apart, hands rising to the lights slim hips. The latters breath quickened further, which soon turned into a sharp scream of pain, Malik arching his back and digging his hands into the demons shoulders, as Bakura drove himself harshly into the light in a firm solid thrust, forcing himself deeper inside his tight passage. Malik moaned loudly in pain, as Bakura slammed himself into the light a second time, digging himself further inside the Egyptian. The demon gritted his teeth, forcing himself deeper and deeper inside Maliks tight passage, oblivious to the submissive's moans and screams of pain, letting out a long sigh as he buried himself to the hilt inside of the light, his palms pressed on the mattress beside Maliks sandy head, his nose a few inches away from the youngers, his wild locks of snow tumbling around them onto the sheets, forming a private tent around the pair.

Maliks sharp cries and whimpers of pain soon turned into low moans and gasps of pleasure as the demon began to work himself into a steady rhythm, the lights tight muscles loosening around his length as the demon continued to pleasure the sweet spot hidden deep inside Maliks passage. The lights fingers tightened on the demons muscled back, his neck buried deep inside Bakuras neck as the latter quickened his pace, spurred on by the lights cries and moans of pleasure. A wild, animalistic lust and desire seemed to overtake his senses, as he slammed himself roughly into Malik, who cried out harshly in pain, arching his neck away from the base of the yamis shoulder, Bakura eyeing the smooth caramel expanse of skin for a moment before sinking his fangs into the lights collarbone, Malik screaming in shock, his limbs trembling as the demon continued to pound inside the light, who continued to gasp and moan in unfathomable emotions. It hurt, so much, but at the same time, it felt so good, so wonderful… The light tensed, emitting a short, sharp cry as he exploded in pleasure, his nails digging so deep inside the pale demons back, scarlet crescents staining the silken ivory. Malik fell limp onto the bedsheets as he came, Bakura arching his back as the lights muscles tightened around his throbbing member, before he collapsed, his limbs slack as he filled the lights passage with his salty semen, his head still buried into the lights collarbone. Both were breathing harshly, haltingly, for a long time, unable to find the strength to move. Bakura lifted his lips, snowy bangs falling over his eyes as he planted soft kisses along the lights jawbone, until he finally Maliks lips, pressing deeply on the silken rose, his tongue pushing for entrance until the light complied, and entered the demons sweet coppery cavern, the taste of his blood lingering in his mouth. The pair kissed for a long time, their pulses racing, hands exploring each others sweat slicked bodies and wet tangles of hair, before they ran out of breath, both breaking apart for air, eyes clouded and out of focus.

"I love you." Maliks breathing was jolted, his limbs trembling as he looped his arms around the demons neck, his head resting on the pillow beside Bakura. The yami smiled, and ran his hand through soft sandy tangles of hair, pressing his lips softly against the lights.

"I love you too." Bakura whispered in his harsh voice, drawing Malik closer to him and placing his lips to his head.

Ryou giggled, a cute pink blush colouring pale cheeks as Marik continued to tease the soft white locks between his fingers. Both were curled together on the couch, watching, well, sort of, reruns of some forensic drama on the T.V, for lack of a better thing to do, really. They had been watching the television for hours, draped over each other on the couch, both commenting on the bad taste of shows, which seemed to only consist of sitcoms, reality shows, and forensic dramas. T.V sort of sucked, which was probably one of the reasons why Ryou was having trouble staying awake, his soft brown eyes unable to fully stay open.

"You sleepy?" Marik looked down in concern at the young light, who looked up and nodded tiredly, yawning and rubbing his eyes. Marik smiled softly, disentangling himself from the light, and scooping him up in his arms, softly blushing his bangs out of the lights eyes. The yami carried the light to his room easily, kicking the door open and placing him softly, tenderly on the bed, tucking the blankets up to his chin. Ryou sighed softly, his large doe eyes gently fluttering shut as he relaxed, curling into his side on the bed, a small smile on his relaxed face as he slowly drifted off to sleep. Marik stayed by his side for a long time on his knees beside the bed, his coarse fingers ringed with gold running like water through silky soft hair.

It was just after dawn when Ryou awoke from a deep and relaxing sleep, stretching and yawning as his eyes gently fluttered open. Pulling his slender frame into a sitting position, Ryou frowned slightly as he gazed around the smallish room. It was a mess, with clothes strewn about the room, as well as other random things the light couldn't identify. He gazed around, and after a few moments, concluded that Marik was in the lounge, and sleepily dragged himself out of the bed, stretching and yawning as he pulled himself into a standing position. Ryou rubbed his eyes for a moment, and then gazed back down to the bed, about to pull the covers up and make the bed, when he saw the blood.

Ryou cried out, and withdrew his hand quicker than a snake. His eyes grew wide in shock, turning his jeans around to hastily check that the blood was not his own. Thankfully, it wasn't, but the young light was still exceedingly shocked and confused.

"M-Marik?" He called out, softly, tentatively, sighing in relief as the yami appeared at the doorway a few minutes later, confusion in his amethyst eyes.

"Yes?" He inquired carefully, walking towards the light. "Ryou, what's wrong?" He continued, tilting his head slightly to the side and frowning. "Ryou?"

"Wh-why is there bl-blood on the bed?" He stammered softly in his melodic British accent, his chin beginning to tremble. "Wh-what happened?" He gazed up at the Egyptian, who wore an odd, closed expression on his face.

"Nothing." Marik muttered, running a hand through his sandy hair. "Just… nothing, don't worry, okay? It's nothing."

"Yes it is!" Ryou argued, his hand on his slender hips. "Why are you acting so strangely? What happened?" The whitenette frowned deeper biting his lower lip. "Marik… What did you do?"

"He wouldn't listen to me." The Egyptian ran a hand through his hair as he muttered to himself. "He just wouldn't listen, I tried to tell him…"

"Tried to him what?" Ryou whispered softly, eyes widening in fear. "What happened?"

"It's got nothing to do with you!" Marik blurted, his eyes narrowed in anger. "Gods, Ryou, just forget about it!"

"No!" Ryou argued, his hands tightening. "Please, Marik, I love you. Don't keep any secrets from me like this…" Marik froze, his amethyst eyes wide in shock and disbelief at what the teenager had just said.

"Y-You actually love me?" Marik stood, mouth agape opposite the young light, who tilted his head to the side and nodded, looking positively adorable. "You do?"

"Yes." Ryou walked forward and softly took Mariks strong bronzed hands in his own slim ivory digits. "I love you. You care about me, you protect me, you understand…" The whitenette leaned forward and placed a soft, shy kiss on Mariks lips. "What's not to love about you?"

Ryou… Ryou loved him. It was unbelievable, unfathomable, that someone like Marik was actually loved, that someone cared, someone gave a damn about him. It felt… fresh, new, brilliant, that someone was in love with him, especially someone as soft and gentle and beautiful as the young Ryou.

"Would you still love me if I told what I did?" The yamis voice was soft, shaking slightly as his grip tightened on Ryous slim hands. The light nodded gently, a small but genuine smile on his face as he gazed up into cold amethyst eyes that softened just a shade underneath the lights innocent gaze.

"Of course…" Ryou whispered, his slim ivory fingers contrasting sharply with the calloused caramel digits adorned with gold rings. "No matter what you did, it doesn't change your personality, the way you treat me…" Marik lowered his eyes to the carpet, softly nibbling on his lower lip. "Please, can you tell me what happened?"

"I-I…" Marik swallowed, determined not to look at the teen in the eye. "I raped him." He felt Ryous hands tightened further, and an odd gasp emit from his throat, but the yami ploughed on, panic rising in his throat. "I-I just kept telling him to stop, that he was going to far, but he didn't listen, even though I tried to tell him, so many times, but he was just too ignorant and he took no notice of me, and it was the only way I could make him understand…" He trailed off almost tearfully, his voice shaking as he kept his gaze fixed firmly on the ground. He didn't want to look at Ryou right now, didn't want to see him so shocked and hurt…

"M-Marik, look at me." Ryou whispered softly, his own voice shaking. "P-please look at me…" Marik kept his eyes fixated firmly on the ground, refusing to look at the light. "Marik, of you don't look at me, I will seriously leave." The Egyptian hears tears in his voice, but it was a long time before he lifted his head and gazed Ryou in the eye. His face was impassive, unmoving, it revealed no emotion, but his eyes were full of tears, reflecting so much pain and sadness it almost broke the yamis heart.

"I'm sorry." The words tasted strange on Mariks tongue, not anything he had ever said before. He never felt guilt, or remorse, but just now, gazing into soft brown eyes wet with tears, He felt… bad, for what he did.

"Why?" his chin trembled as he gazed determinedly into cold amethyst eyes. "Why did you hurt him? Wh-What did he do?" Marik growled, turning away from Ryou as he yanked his hand free and crossed his arms.

"I don't want to discuss it." The Egyptian muttered, staring resolutely at the door. Ryous chin trembles as he gazed at Mariks back, fresh tears welling in his eyes.

"M-Marik…" He whimpered softly, sniffing softly. Hastily brushing the salty drops out of dark eyes, Ryou struggled even out his breathing. Marik stood motionless as he continued to hear the sounds of the younger's tears, his hands clenched tightly into fists. "M-Marik, please…" He sniffed softly, letting out a soft cry as the Egyptian began to silently walk out of the room. "Marik no, please don't go!" Ryou sank to his knees, a sick, horrible twisting feeling welling deep in his heart.

"M-Marik, p-please don't leave me…"

Awwhhh... -sniffles- So so saadd...

R&R PEOPLES!