Ello all! -pops up- Lookie! I updated fast for once! xD I hope yew like teh chapter. I explained everything about Marik and teh rape (If you didnt know who it was, I am concerned. xD) But I am facing issues here... I've sort of written myself into a corner.. --' Oh well, I'll get over it. xD
Another problem is balancing out the Bakura/Malik and Marik/Ryou. Some chapters may be Marik/Ryou centric, but others might focus almost soley on Bakura and Malik. I'm balancing them out as best as I can, but it's starting to get hard. I'll do my best though, never fear! XD
Disclaimer: I own nothing. -sniff-
If felt like Ryous heart was breaking, as he sobbed alone on the bedroom floor. Why? Why had Marik left him? Why was Ryou stupid enough to open his mouth and ask about the blood? It was so stupid of him. And to find out Malik had been raped, scared the young light out of his wits. Partly, because Marik was the rapist, and he was in love with him, and partly because he knew that his darker half was going to try and get Malik in the sack, and it was doubtless that the Egyptian had been permanently terrified of the idea of sex. Ryou certainly would be, if something like that had happened to him.
The young light swallowed deeply, his arms wrapped securely around his knees as he gazed off into an unknown dimension. What Marik had done to his light hadn't lessened Ryous love for him a tiny fraction. Judging from his angry reaction, Marik felt no guilt, no remorse for what he had done. Ryou sighed, resting his head on his knees. His head was beginning to hurt, as he struggled to comprehend what was spiraling around in his mind. Marik felt no regret for hurting Malik, who was probably scarred for life, and yet, Ryou just couldn't hate him… But how could he! How could he do that to his best friend? The lights hand tightened on his knees, as he let out a long sigh, sniffing softly as he tugged himself to his feet, wiping the last remnants of tears from his eyes.
"Marik?" The Egyptian gazed determinedly at the T.V screen, his arms folded over his chest. "Marik, please…"
"What do you want." It was a statement, not a question as he continued to avert his gaze from the trembling teenager, who struggled to suppress his shaking breath.
"I don't hate you." The light murmured softly, walking slowly towards the yami. "I hate what you did, but I don't hate you. I could never hate you. You have to understand…" Marik continued to sit stony in the couch, arms crossed in front of him as he almost glared at the T.V. Ryous chin began to tremble as he sat down on the couch, gazing lost up into cold narrow amethyst. "Please don't be mad at me, please…" he bit his lip softly, struggling to suppress his sobs, but to no avail. Marik sighed softly to himself, and closed his eyes briefly as he continued to hear Ryou cry, his soft sobs filtering through the tense air and tugging at the yamis heartstrings. It was almost five minutes before Marik was unable to continue hearing the pitiful whimpers of Ryou, scooting a foot sideways along the purple velvet, and taking the light in his arms, running his fingers through white satin hair.
"I'm not mad." Marik half-lied, clutching the still trembling form close to his chest. Ryou had a right to be angry, he raped the lights best friend. But he would be damned if he was going to feel sorry about what he had done. There was no way he was going to let Ryou get to him about it either. "How could I get mad at you?"
"R-Really?" Ryou looked up smiling, his eyes redrimmed slightly and trails of salt water trickling down his face. Marik smiled softly, as he gently wiped the water away. Ryou sighed softly, leaning into the touch with his eyes gently closed. The feeling of being protected and safe returned, the warm bubble of happiness rising in his chest.
"I mean it." Marik ruffled Ryous hair playfully, laughter in his eyes. "You're too cute to get mad at. Especially when you pull those big puppy eyes." Ryou frowned and tilted his head, unsure of what the yami meant, whilst he was unknown to him actually pulling the said large childlike eyes.
"I don't get what you mean." Ryou said softly, slowly, a gentle frown on his face. "I don't have big puppy eyes…"
"Oh, yes you do." Marik smiled, one hand gently trailing along the lights cheekbone. Ryou giggled and blushed at the touch, as the Egyptian continued to gaze into those big beautiful brown eyes. "They're gorgeous. I know most people say brown eyes are plain, but they're not. You're not. They're so big and dark and innocent-looking it makes me want to cry, yet at the same time…"
"Yes?" Ryou breathed softly, his nose a few mere inches from Marik. The Egyptian smiled, gently nuzzling the lights nose and giving him a soft, gentle kiss on the lips, one chaste, not lustful, making Ryou feel almost giddy as he returned the kiss, his large eyes lowering shut, Marik almost pouting.
"At the same time…" The yami continued, gently cupping the lights soft rounded jawline as he gazed, lost, drowning in the large pools of chocolate. "They're not. There's so much darkness and pain in there it's heartbreaking. Ryou, you've gone through so much in your life, it's amazing your still here." The light smiled softly as Marik sifted a few strands of white hair as fluffy as ducklings down between strong caramel fingers, still gazing straight into his eyes. "Don't listen to Bakura, Ryou. You're strong, so strong." His voice lowered to a whisper, as his arms gently encircled the lights shoulders, pulling Ryou into a soft, tender hug, his temple resting against the side of the lights head.
"Th-Thanks." Ryou stuttered softly, going lax into the yamis warm embrace. "N-No ones ever said that before. Everyone thinks I'm weak…"
"Ryou." Marik said bluntly, a smirk on his face. "I bet that the mutts sister could take you out in a fight, but no one else could go through everything you have without either getting killed or committing suicide. There's strong and there's strong." Marik gently traced a soft pattern on the back of Ryou neck, the light gasping and arching his back at the touch, his face going bright red. "And you're the important kind."
"You're all sticky." Malik pulled a face as he gazed at Bakura, and the surrounding linen that surrounded them. "And so are the sheets…"
"They're dirty." Bakura smirked as he crawled on all fours over the light, brushing a sandy tendril of hair out of Maliks eyes. "Like you." He said softly, sensually as his lithe catlike frame, slick with his own sweat and Maliks fluids, gently lowered himself onto Maliks torso, his nose gently touching the Egyptians.
"I mean it." The younger said, trying to be stern. "We need to have a shower and change the sheets. They're filthy."
"You're point?" Bakura raised an eyebrow. "We'll just dirty them up again."
"Well…" Malik cast his eyes about. "I-I'll just wash them again." He pouted, gazing up into hard mahogany eyes.
"Malik." The yami sighed in a long-suffering tone. "If you changed the sheets every time we had sex, you'd be doing laundry all day." He smirked softly, trailing one of the kohl lines along Maliks eye.
"You obviously can't count." Malik remarked dryly, one finger gently curling around a lock of silvery hair around his finger. "We definitely had sex more than once. A lot more." Bakura smirked and nodded, his eyes gazing into warm sparkling fields of lavender.
"Hell yeah." Bakura agreed, tracing Maliks jawbone with a slim pale finger. "I surprised none of the neighbors complained about the noise. You're bloody loud, did you know that?" Malik smiled, running a hand though Bakuras hair.
"Oh, you know you liked it." Malik teased, laughing softly under his breath. Bakura smiled, rubbing his finger along the bridge of the light nose for a moment, before resting his head on his hands, which were in turn, on Maliks chest. He looked thoughtful for a long time, and the next words were serious, a frown on the yamis pale face.
"Why did you lie?" He inquired softly, blowing a few strands of hair out of his eyes.
"Huh?" Malik frowned at the yami, biting his lip softly. "When did I lie?"
"When you said you were a virgin." Bakura said slightly sternly as he hoisted his elbows on the mattress, cupping his chin in his hands. "Yours is not a virgin ass, Malik, I know that much." The Egyptian looked like a fish out of water, his eyes wide and mouth slightly open as he stared at the yami in fear. "So who was it? Why did you say you hadn't slept with anyone before… what happened?" Maliks chin trembled as he gazed away from the yami, his limbs slightly shaking.
"I-It was Marik." The light whispered, his voice cracking as tears filled his eyes. Bakura growled at the name of the deranged yami, and his hands tightened into fists. "H-He…"
"Oh Gods… Don't say he raped you." Bakura breathed softly, his eyes narrowing in anger. Malik hiccupped as he nodded, tears coursing freely down his face. He sniffed softly, as Bakura gently wiped the tears from the lights caramel face, his hand lingering along Maliks jawbone for a long moment before he pulled away, gently wrapping his arms around the lights shoulders, Malik sobbing and shaking as he cried into the base of Bakuras neck. The yami was shaking with rage, his insides burning with anger and curling into cinders. How could Marik do this to him? How could he take away something so precious to Malik, ravage him so badly that judging from how scared the light was, it was something that would haunt his dreams for a very long time.
"I-I'm so sorry…" Malik whispered softly into Bakuras shoulder, his hands tightly wrapped around his back. "I just…"
"Shhh…" Bakura whispered softly as he gently shifted onto his side, clutching the light close to him. "You've got every right to cry, Malik." He continued, almost tenderly rubbing the lights back. "Why didn't you tell me the sick freak had done this? I'll kill him, Malik, I swear. I am going to kill him. What the hell was running through his mind?" The light tensed under the angry, protective hold, softly biting his lip.
"I-It's my fault." Malik whispered softly, burying his head deeper into the yamis neck, sniffing slightly. Bakura frowned as he gazed down at the young light, who trembled harder under the yamis hold.
"How?" Bakura humored the younger slightly, knowing full well there was nothing Malik could do to bring it upon himself on purpose.
"I yelled at him." Malik withdrew his head from Bakuras collarbone, fresh tears coursing down his face. "I yelled and screamed at him, I said I hated him and I wished he was dead… I hit him. I actually hit him. I don't know what came over me, I just… I went out of control." Malik pulled himself into a sitting position, gazing down at his hands. "I couldn't stop, I was just so angry at him." Malik sniffed, one hand rubbing at his eyes. "He was taking over my life, Bakura. He treated me like a useless slave. I-I felt so awful, so degraded…" He took a deep breath before continuing. "I just poured all my rage into this senseless violence towards him. O-Once I started, I just couldn't stop. I kept beating him, again and again, and he couldn't stop me, he didn't. It must have hurt like hell, but he just took it, he didn't fight back, until he snapped. We were fighting on the floor, and he just stood up, and grabbed me by the hair and started dragging me towards my room and shoved me on the bed, and-and-" At this, Malik broke into tears, burying his face in his hands. Bakura had sat up during the tale, open mouthed at the light, who continued to cry, his pain-wracked sobs wrapping tightly around Bakuras heart. Unable to take it anymore, the yami pulled the crying teenager into himself, Malik sobbing hopelessly into his chest. Bakura wove his fingers through silky sandy hair, his left hand gently rubbing his back as the light cried.
"I-I'm so sorry…" The words sounded alien from Bakuras mouth, strange and new. Malik sniffed softly, trembling under the protective hold of the yami. "I-I really am." Malik was silent for a long while, his sobs and wails giving way to choked hiccups and whimpers until finally his breathing had returned to normal. For a while, Bakura had thought that the light had fallen asleep, until he heard his voice again, sounding empty and hollow.
"He never changed the sheets." Malik said lowly, his eyes on the bed. "He always kept them bloodstained. It was to remin-remind me that I was always his. That I wouldn't fight again…" He gave a deep shuddering sigh. "Sleeping on that bed… It made me feel sick, to think of what he had done to me…" Bakura sighed softly, his hold on the light tightening. "But… Thankyou." Malik looked up, smiling softly. "I didn't wanna be afraid…"
"Afraid of what?" Bakura breathed softly, seductively, one hand snaking along the finely contoured muscles of Maliks abdomen. "This?"
"Y-Yes…" Malik gasped, arching his back as the yami continued his ministrations with a smirk.
"Still afraid?" Bakura smiled softly, changing his hands so his fingers were linked together around Maliks stomach. The light shook his head, and grinned, looking up at the yami.
"Not if it's with you." He whispered softly, one hand trailing along his pale cheek. "I love you so much…"
"I love you too." Bakura replied, gently nuzzling the lights sandy head.
Booya! Another chapter down! xD I'll see you all... When I can update. Less than a week, I swear.
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