Ello all! -walks in- Sorry this is so late, but my life is so crazy right now... -sniffles- Partly because my Grandmother has a month to live and partly because I'm homeless and partly because my parents are living Three hours apart from each other... But it's not as bad as it sounds. Really. I'll still try and post as often as I can, which can't be too hard. I'm also working hard on a Christmas fic too... and It's only 2500 words done... XX

Disclaimer: I own... Nothing, Nope. XD Muaha.

Ryou and Marik remained peacefully in each others arms for a long while, the yamis hold on the young light never relaxing, despite several soft giggles of protest on the latter's part.

"Marik, I mean it." Ryou said for the umpteenth time, still imprisoned in his arms. "I need to go the bathroom." He pouted softly as Marik shook his head, his protective hold on the angel only increasing.

"I don't care." He murmured softly in Ryous ear, a smile on his face. "I don't want to let you go." Ryou sighed, and smiled softly, closing his eyes as he leaned back and rested his head on the yamis shoulder.

"I'll pee my pants." The light warned, opening his eyes to gaze into smiling pools of amethyst. "Do you really want me to?"

"No." Marik admitted, emitting a soft sigh as he released Ryou from his firm but tender hold, the light giggling as he stood up and ran to the bathroom, Marik laughing after him. The yami sighed in content as he reclined into the purple sofa, his arms folded behind his head as he gazed up at the ceiling. The walls of the apartment were burning a bright gold from the fiery orb that hung low in the sky in dusk. All of this, Ryou being here with him, here to love and understand him. The light was so deeply in love with him that he didn't even hate Marik for what he had done to his host. It felt… great. Great that someone didn't hate him, great that he had someone to love and protect. Everything felt just so perfect for the yami right then.

The sound of the toilet flushing broke Marik from his happy thoughts, Ryou smiling as he walked into the room zipping the front of his jeans. He tilted his head at Marik sprawled out comfortably on the couch, and smiled, setting himself on the edge and looking down at the Egyptian.

"What are you looking at?' Marik teased, shifting his hands from the back of his head to tightly grasp hold of Ryous slim wrists, tugging the light down atop of his broad chest. The light cried out and giggled, his nose hovering just over the yamis, a cute smile on his ivory face, hair tumbling over his face.

"N-Nothing…" The younger trailed off giggling, a faint rose blush spreading across normally colourless cheeks. Marik raised an eyebrow, smirking as he pulled Ryou down even further, capturing those sweet honey lips in a soft, tender kiss.

"You know what I see?" Marik breathed as he broke apart from the lights soft mouth, his hands still around Ryous wrists, the light giggling and shaking his head, a few strands of silken snow tickling Marks dark cheeks. "I see… The most beautiful brown eyes…" One hand strayed from Ryous hands, trailing just below a snowy eyebrow, Ryou leaning in softly to the touch. "The most gorgeous cheeks, which are the amazingly cute when you blush…" The angel giggled as Marik ran a hand along a soft velvety cheek, pausing along the lights childish rounded jawbone for a moment. "And the most amazingly enchanting hair…" Ryou giggled as Marik combed both of his hands through the soft silken locks, the strands spilling like liquid silver through his fingers. "I'm so lucky…" The yami breathed, resting his forehead against the lights, gently closing his eyes.

"I'm even luckier." Ryou smiled softly, his hands lingering on Mariks hips. "I'm so glad you found me, Marik. If you didn't… I don't know what would have happened. I'm so lucky to find someone that loves and cares about me. No one ever notices…" He trailed off, closing his eyes briefly. "And of course, I'm incredibly lucky that the person who's looking after me is extremely sexy…" Ryou smiled as he kissed Marik heavily on the lips, his hands scaling up Mariks sides to his face, the yamis hand tightening in the soft silky locks.

"This is fantastic." Ryou whispered softly, as they broke apart for air. "Just being here, with you, not being scared, or in pain, it's the best feeling ever." Marik smiled softly, lost in the lights warm chocolate orbs.

"Okay, I sooo have to have a shower now." Malik giggled as pulled himself into a sitting position, gazing down in distaste at his filthy frame. "It's just gross."

"You look like you've had sex five times in a day." Bakura smirked, sitting up also and looping his arms around Maliks waist. The light giggled, a blush forming on his face.

"I have had sex five times today, you horny git." Malik said testily, crossing his arms. "Now, please get your damn sexy ass out of bed so I can have a shower and change the sheets." Bakura pouted, but obeyed, sliding out of bed and onto the floor, crossing his arms as he glared at the light, who lowered his eyes and blushed at the lithe clotheless form in front of him.

"What's wrong Malik?" Bakura teased, one hand on a slim hip as he smirked at the light. "Why are you blushing."

"N-No reason…" Malik stuttered as he himself stood up from the bed, stripping the mattress of their sheets and heaping them on into pile. "Just that your so incredibly sexy I still can't believe it that I'm really here."

"Well, you better believe it soon." Bakura smiled, walking towards the light and wrapping his arms around a thin, toned stomach. "Cos you aren't going anywhere Malik, I can assure you." The light giggled as Bakura began to nibble softly on his earlobe, which turned into a long moan as the yami began to run his hands along Maliks smooth caramel thighs, hit breath panting.

"B-Bakura please…" He gasped, arching his back. "I h-have to have a shower…"

"Even better." The yami grinned, swinging the light bridal style into his arms without warning, and began to head towards the bathroom, Malik letting out a long sigh.

"You horny freak, that's not what I meant…"

"Bakura, I mean it, I-mph!" Marik flailed uselessly against the kiss, his arms plastered to his sides.

"You mean what?" The yami asked slyly, as he broke apart from the bruising assault on the lights mouth, a smirk on his wet pale face.

"Please, can I just get washed? I mean, I don't really want to have sex again…"

"Oh?" Bakura enquired, a devilish smirk on his face as he gazed down. "You're body tends to speak otherwise, Malik. I think maybe you do…" ARGH! Damn stupid teenage sex hormones, why can't I get a break… Malik cursed himself inwardly, glaring pointedly at the floor in silence, which soon turned to a harsh gasp as the demon began nibbling on the sensitive skin at the lights collarbone, a smirk on his pale face as the steaming water cascaded around the pair.

"P-Please…" Malik arched his back, palms pressing into the wall as the yami continued his sensual ministrations. Oh god, that felt so good…

"More?" Bakura smirked as he met Maliks eyes, his hands lowering to slim bronzed thighs, gently rubbing between his legs, before moving to the back of the lights legs. Malik cried out as Bakura pulled him up and wrapped his legs around his own slim waist.

"N-No…" Malik stuttered, less sure of himself as Bakura pulled their bodies closer, his tongue teasingly running over Maliks lower lip as he asked for entrance. The light sighed, obediently opening his mouth for Bakuras intrusion. They kissed for a long time, Bakura forcefully, Malik less interested, until finally the yami pulled away for breath, frowning at the light.

"What's wrong?" Bakura frowned as he gazed at Malik, nibbling on his lower lip softly. "Why so uninterested?"

"I don't know…" Malik sighed, looking down. "I'm just… sick of sex, for the time being…" Bakura bit his lip for a moment, frowning as he removed the light from his waist and stood away.

And a devilish smirk spread across his face, brown eyes alight in mischief. Malik, of course, was very scared.

"What are you thinking, Bakura?" He inquired warningly. The demon said nothing as he leaned against the wall of the cubicle, his slim pale hands groping for Maliks. "Bakura…" The yami only raised an eyebrow as he pulled Malik closer to him, tightly holding onto his wrists as he gently led the lights caramel fingers up his thighs and rested them on his damn sexy ass. "Oh…" Malik breathed, his lavender eyes widening in shock. "A-Are you sure?"

"Of course," Bakura breathed into Maliks ear, his hands leaving the Egyptians wrists and looping around his neck. "Are you?" Malik froze for a moment, unsure, before smiling as he gently lifted Bakura around his waist, pressing him further into the wall. Never, ever before, had he ever imagined this, actually being dominant to his lover. Not to Bakura, it was unheard of…

Did he really think of them as equals?

"Yes." Maliks breathed, both hands still on Bakuras thighs, the yami tightening his legs around Maliks slim waist. "Oh god yes…"

"M-Marik?" Ryou inquired softly to the yami whose arms he was softly nestled in, slowly lifting large chocolate orbs to stare level at cool amethyst stones. Marik gazed down at the light, who had been silent for a long while one finger trailing absentmindedly through gorgeous tresses of snow.

"Yes?" He replied in his deep, rich voice that sent shivers down Ryous spine, the light frowning softly as he struggled to phrase the thought that was currently passing through his head.

"Am I… Am I going to stay here, Marik?" Ryou frowned softly, gently nibbling on his lower lip as he gazed at the yami. "Aren't I going to go home?" Marik sighed softly at the lights question, a sad sheen in his eyes as he continued to play with the long tangles of silver with his left index finger. How sad, that although Ryou needed his possessions, he just wasn't able to go home, it was just too dangerous… He didn't want his little light to get hurt, not again.

"I don't know." Marik answered simply, truthfully, eyes lowering southwards. "I don't think that it's a good idea at all for you to go back, not if that twisted psycho is hurting you, but if you really wanted to, if you needed something or you just had a desire… Then I'm not going to stop you." He lifted his eyes back up to the light, who grinned, his soft chocolate eyes wide with happiness as he wrapped his arms tightly around Mariks waist.

"Oh, thankyou thankyou thankyou thankyou thankyou!" He yelped into the yamis ear, burying his head deeper into Mariks collarbone. "Oh Marik, thankyou so so much!" The yami raised an eyebrow as he gazed down at the young light, slightly puzzled. Why on earth had Ryou asked for permission first before he left Mariks apartment? Why didn't he just up and leave? After all, even a shy person like Ryou would walk out if they really wanted to, they would just be more polite about it. But the more Marik thought, the more he realized that Ryou wasn't actually shy. Sure, he was as timid and meek as a baby rabbit, but that wasn't it. He was utterly broken. Living under that freaks rule for so long, forced to obey every command or endure a sadistic beating, having to ask permission from his darker half every time he was about to do something, the constant abuse and terror, ithad obviously worn Ryou down. Marik may have been able to place back together the angels shattered heart, but it wasn't completely finished, and no matter how hard he would try, the cracks would always remain, as a constant scar and a reminder of what the yami did to him. It literally made Mariks blood boil, to think of the cruel way Ryou had been treated, how he was tortured and dehumanized so badly, he obviously thought of Marik more of a master than a lover. It made him feel sick.

"You don't have to ask for permission." Marik said softly, lifting Ryous head away as he cupped his delicate jawbone with one hand, the other running through his silky white locks. "I'm not your master or anything. If you want to leave, then just leave."

"B-But…" Ryou stuttered softly, nibbling on his lower lip. "I don't want to anger you Marik, I don't." Marik sighed, and rolled his eyes heavenwards for a moment. "Please, don't be angry…"

"How could you ever anger me?" Marik asked softly, a gentle, soothing smile on his face as he brushed a few stray hairs from the young lights eyes, gazing deep into the doe brown orbs. "Nothing you ever do could make me angry, Ryou, please try to understand that. I care about you, so very much and I would die before I let anything happen to you. I am never going to hate you, or stop caring. Ever." Ryou smiled widely, his eyes lighting up as he tightened his arms around the yamis shoulders.

"Marik, I love you so much."

Aaawwwhhhh... Big Fluffy cuddlesss! xDDDD Well, I'll see yew all when I see yew next. It might not be until after Christmas! O.O' well, MERRY CHRISTMAS If I dont see y'all beforehand! XDD. -runs off-

R&R!