-slinks in- OMG I AM SO LATE! -ducks flying ibjects- Dont hate me... -sniff- I've spent alot of time with my grandmother these last few days... You see, me, My mum, My uncle, my grandfather, and my great-aunt have taken 30 minute shifts between us to stay at her side and stuff to make sure she doesnt die (I'm serious) And these are 24 hour shifts, too... I AM FUCKING TIRED! -pants-
Okay, now that is out of my system, Onwards with the chapter! I made up for the lateness a little bit by making it extra long, the lonbgest chapter so far. Over 3000 words! Xx -dies- And I wrote the majority of it today as well, in the space of two hours... -whimper- My head hurts from staring at the screen...
Disclaimer: I own nothing. -searches handbag- Um, a flea collar, the Pill (Shut up), a gameboy, an empty wallet, and a set of false teeth. Sue me and it's all you get..
Malik sighed in happiness, a faint, dreamy look in his eyes as he pulled his shirt on over his head. Bakura raised an eyebrow at the light, his hands behind his head as he lay out on the freshly made bed, a small smirk on his face.
"What are you so happy about?" He inquired, raising his head slightly to look at Malik better, the latter grinning, a small blush working its way across his face as he looked down.
"Me?" Malik asked, his grin widening. "Well… I'm happy about… about what you did." He looked as his hands, his cheeks darkening a deeper shade of red. "How you actually let me do that, in the shower. I-I never thought that you would ever agree do something like that… But it's something I've been fantasizing about for nearly a year." The demon rolled his eyes, and snorted as he pulled himself into a sitting position, wrapping his arms around Maliks waist and nuzzling his shoulder.
"What's wrong with a little sexual experimentation?" He asked somewhat innocent look on his ivory face. "I mean… It's nice to try out new things from time to time, no?" Malik giggled, his smile widening as he leaned back into Bakuras arms.
"Oh hell yes." He said, his lavender eyes closed in bliss. "I never would have thought…" Malik trailed off, leaning comfortably in the yamis arms, his mind seeming to spin around, deep in thought. It was strange. Even though Malik was the seme during their… activities in the shower, Bakura still somehow managed to command a sense of control, of power, over the light. It was so brilliant, intoxicating to Malik, the entire feeling of sex and love and lust. He never wanted to leave Bakura, not when he had achieved this, his most wildest fantasies. Never.
"Are you really sure you want to go alone?" Marik felt slightly hurt as he held the soft angel in his arms, Ryou sighing softly under his hold.
"I'm sure." The light said firmly, a small smile on his face. "I mean, it's not that I don't want you there, I do, it's just that I don't want you and Bakura to start fighting, if you know what I mean."
"I do," Marik murmured into the whitenettes ear, "But what if maybe I promised I won't lay a finger in Bakura, unless he starts something?" Ryou sighed, rolling his eyes and smiling as he gazed up at the Egyptian.
"You just don't want me to leave your sight for just five minutes now, don't you?" He said teasingly. Marik shook his head, his arms tightening protectively around the lights shoulders as he smiled faintly at him.
"Nope." The yami affirmed, his chin on the lights snowy head. "Why would I want you to return alone to someone who beat and abused you so much, you ran away from them? Especially someone like that psycho. If he's laid a finger on Malik…"
"I don't think he would." Ryou said softly. "Well, not in the abusive sense, anyway. I think he's in love with Malik, funnily enough. Whenever he used to come over, Bakura would always like, be edgy and leave the room. And he'd never let anyone else come over to stay or to study or anything like that. Only Malik…" He trailed off, his dark eyes looking deep in thought.
"So long as he doesn't hurt him." Marik muttered angrily, his hands balling into fists. "I mean it. If I find out he's harmed a hair on his head, I'm going to-"
"Don't." Ryou said, nibbling on his lower lip. "Please." He sighed deeply, his snowy head resting on Mariks shoulder. "I don't want everyone to fight, I've had enough fighting…" The light seemed almost in tears as he tightened his hands around Mariks waist. "Please please don't fight."
"I won't." Marik promised. "Not if it's going to get you or Malik hurt. That's why I didn't fight him before. I care about you. The both of you. That's why I just let Bakura walk away before, he was going to hurt one of you. I couldn't let that happen."
"If you care about Malik then why did you do… that to him?" Ryou enquired seriously, a frown on his pale face as he gazed up at the yami. "You're such a paradox at times, you know that?"
"Maybe." Marik smiled faintly as he gazed into the whitenettes eyes. "I do regret doing that to my light. Really. And I guess I really should say sorry…"
"You should." Ryou said firmly. "Maybe if you did, he might become less scared. He's always been constantly haunted, I can see it…"
"I know." Marik sighed heavily. "I wish I could take it back, but He was just so angry, so rebellious, I had to show him that I was in control. It's really hard to explain…"
"I understand." Ryou said gently, a small smile on his face. "Well, sort of." He added, lowering his eyes. Both were silent for a long time, before Marik broke the still quietness between them that wasn't exactly comfortable.
"So… are you actually going to leave, or are you going to laze around here all day?" The yami asked teasingly, ruffling silver locks. Ryou giggled, and shook his head, finally disentangling himself from the yamis arms.
"I should really…" Ryou said softly taking Mariks hands. "And… I want you to go with me." Mariks eyes widened, a real, authentic grin spreading across his face as he tightened his hold on the lights satin fingers.
"Do you mean it?" Marik breathed softly, his soft violet eyes filled with some unknown emotion that made Ryous chest feel fuzzy. The young light nodded and smiled, wrapping his arms around the yami in a short, tender embrace.
"Of course I mean it, silly." Ryou admonished. "I love you, and I don't want to go without you." He said softly, a grin on his face. "Now, are we actually going to leave or are you going to laze around all day?" Marik grinned.
Malik gasped as the yami began running his fingers underneath the lights shirt, his hands fisting on the bed sheets beside him as he arched his back and moaned, his limbs trembling.
"B-Bakura, please…" He breathed softly, Maliks head leaning into the crook of the demons neck. "I-I-I…"
"Want more?" Bakura breathed seductively in the Egyptians ear, his teeth beginning to toy with Maliks earlobe. The light cried out, trembling as his fingers twisted further into the cotton sheets.
"Oh gods…" He moaned, his breathing harsh and shallow. "B-Bakura…"
DING DONG!
"What the HELL?" Bakura was enraged as the doorbell rang. "Look, whoever you are, FUCK OFF!"
"Bakura!" Malik admonished, pulling himself out of the demons arms. "That really isn't nice, you know." He pouted softly as he headed for the door. "Just a minute!" As he ran past the mirror, Malik quickly checked that he looked presentable, his hair wasn't too messed up, there was nothing on his clothes, and he wasn't um, aroused. Deciding he looked normal, (For him) Malik ran into the small lounge, swinging open the door.
"Holy shit."
Marik raised an eyebrow, and Ryou bit rather nervously on his lower lip, as the sandy haired light stood open mouthed in the doorway, looking rather dumbstruck.
"Can- Can we come in?" Ryou inquired timidly, his dark eyes large and imploring as he gazed at Malik. The older light nodded, lavender orbs still wide with shock as he pulled open the door, Marik and Ryou entering the small apartment. Ryou took a seat on the three-seater couch, one arm lingering on the arm rest, while the yami slouched down next to him, crossing one leg over the other as he folded his arms.
"U-Um, how are you two going?" Malik asked, less-than-comfortable in Mariks presence as he sat on the edge of the small armchair. His eyes kept darting around, looking for a place to hide, to escape. God, why was he here? Malik bit his lip and whimpered slightly, his eyes gently lowering shut.
"Well, I hope you told whoever it was to piss off, I-" Bakura stopped short in the doorway at the sight of Marik and his hikari, his mouth dropping open. Marik growled, his hands tightening into fists at the sight of the demon. The gentle whitenette bit his lip softly, one hand softly clenched with the yamis caramel digits. Marik visibly relaxed, sinking deeply into the couch with his eyes half closed.
"Okay. What the fuck are you two doing here?" Bakura raged, his hands curling into fists. "Answer me." Malik bit his lip, bowing his head and backing further into the couch, curling into a tight ball. Don't fight, don't fight, please please don't fight…
"Ryou is allowed to be here!" Marik retorted, his voice equally angry, eyes narrowed into amethyst slits. "In fact, this is his apartment more than yours!" Bakura growled, his face contorting in anger.
"Look, I don't give a fuck, so the both of you better get the hell of here and leave Malik and I in peace before I-"
"You what?" Marik stood up now, wrenching his hands forcefully away from Ryous, who cried out and bit his lip, chin trembling. "Look, I didn't want to start anything, but if you don't watch it Bakura-"
"Oh, that's it." The demon spat, his eyes narrowed in fury. Ryou and Malik both gasped, the younger of the lights seizing the back of Mariks shirt, the force of the yami dragging him to his feet.
"Please don't…" Ryou was on the verge of tears. "You promised you wouldn't fight, you promised, please please don't fight…" He pressed his forehead against Mariks back, arms moving to gently loop around his waist. "Please…"
"Goddamn it." Marik muttered, feeling his stomach twist at the lights arms wrapped tenderly, desperately, around him. "Ryou…"
"You promised." The angel was sobbing against Mariks back, his arms tightening. "You promised…" Bakura frowned at the strange behaviour, Ryous tears, the way Marik calmed at the lights touch.
No.
Not Ryou and Marik, not the deranged psycho and the spineless weakling? God… Malik had risen to his feet also, brushing a few small tears from his eyes.
"Ryous right, Bakura." He said softly, his voice shaking. "Fighting isn't going to solve a thing. I know you hate each other, but can you guys just forget it for awhile and sit down?" Malik was even closer to tears, struggling to swallow the burning lump in his throat. Ryou was still sobbing quietly, his arms tighter still around the yamis waist.
"You're right." Marik sighed, his hands going to Ryous slender arms wrapped around his middle, gently opening the lights arms and pulling him close to his side, one arm wrapped protectively around his slight shoulders as he sat the both of them down on the sofa. Ryou sniffed, wiping the tear tracks across his face with his hands before leaning into Mariks embrace, eyes gazing down at his lap.
"Whatever." Bakura muttered, shooting a death glare at his hikari before stalking over to the soft armchair and throwing himself into the cushiony seat, scowling deeply in an expression and body language not unlike a sulking five year old. Malik rolled his eyes, a small smile on his face as he gently sat himself on the arm of the chair, his legs resting on Bakuras lap.
"Now, spill." Bakura continued, glaring coldly at the yami, who glared back, and tightened his hold on Ryous shoulder.
"Well, if you bloody hell want to know, Ryou wanted to come over here to collect some more of his stuff. And he also wanted to make sure Malik was still in one piece." The Egyptian retorted, glaring at Bakura. Okay, so maybe the last part wasn't true, Ryou was actually unperturbed about Malik residing with Bakura, sure it was going to turn out okay, but Marik was less- a whole lot less- sure.
"Well, if Ryou wants any of his crap, he can go get it. I don't care. And hello, does Malik look in trouble to you?" The light blushed slightly, nibbling on his lower lip as he gazed at his hands.
"W-Well, I-I'm just g-going to g-go get m-my stuff then…" Ryou stammered, leaving Mariks embrace rather reluctantly as he headed towards his room, his heart pounding for some unknown reason.
He sighed as he closed the door behind him, leaning against it heavily. He felt like crying, tears pushing against his eyelids, but the teenager refused to let them fall, clenching his eyes tightly shut. Like a robot, Ryou walked over to his cupboard, reaching inside for his large luggage bag, one that fitted nearly all of his possessions inside, seeing as it was almost as tall as he was, but even though it had wheels, it was a real bitch to try and carry, the main reason why he only took a backpack when he left the house a couple of days ago.
Malik sighed, drumming his fingertips against the arm of the chair as he waited for Ryou to emerge. You could cut the tension in the air with a butterknife, and it was making everyone on edge.
"Move." Bakura snarled, pushing against Maliks legs as he stood up, marching over to the door, opening it with a bang and closing it with more force.
Ryou gasped as the door slammed shut, turning around tentatively to find Bakura glaring at him on the threshold, rage and anger in his face.
"What the hell are you thinking, you idiot!" The demon yelled angrily, stalking over to the light who squeaked in fear, backing into the bed, his grip tightening on the shirt in his hands.
"Wh-What do you mean, B-Bakura-sama?" The light implored, tears pushing harder at his eyes, as sobs threatened to escape from his throat. Please go away, please please go away, please oh god please, someone help…
"You know what I fucking mean." The yami spat, eyes narrowing into slits as he stepped up even closer to the light, who began to cry, his shoulders shaking. "I've seen the way you look at each other, don't deny it."
"Wh-What are you talking about?" Ryou sobbed, his eyes wide with fear, leaking hot tears. "I-I don't know what you-" The light cried out as Bakura hit him hard across the face, one hand automatically going to his already bruising cheek.
"You. And Marik." The demon spat in pure anger, his eyes narrowed to slits. "Are together." Ryou continued to sob, his lungs gasping for breath as his heart pounded in fear. "ANSWER ME!" Bakura raged, shaking the light forcefully by his shoulders. Ryou gasped, squirming and struggling in the yamis hold.
"Yes!" He blurted out, eyes red-rimmed and swollen from his tears. "Yes…"
?ou little slut." Bakura growled, looking angrier than Ryou had ever seen him as he hit the other side of the lights face. Holding another hand to his reddenin face, Ryou whimpered softly, choking on his own tears. "I cannot believe you."
"I'm sorry…" Ryou moaned softly, his breath coming out in gasps as he struggled to suppress his sobs, both sides of his face burning.
"You better be!" Bakura yelled. "Of all the people, you pathetic little worm, you go and run off with him! What the fuck is wrong with you!" Ryou continued to cry, tears trickling through his slim ivory fingers.
"H-He c-cares, Bakura-sama." Ryou whispered between heartbreaking sobs of fear and pain. "And you don't, you don't!" The light wiped the tears from his face on his sleeve, letting out a deep shuddering breath. "I-I just want someone to care…"
"Awh, is the poor pathetic little child attention-starved?" Bakura sneered in a mocking tone as he leaned in closer to the light, Ryou whimpering as he sat down on the bed, his face buried in his hands. "Stupid boy."
"Why do you hate me?" The soft, tentative words spilled from Ryous mouth before he had a chance to stop them, The teenager instantly clenching his eyes tightly shut, his chin trembling and heart pounding.
"Why do I hate you?" Bakura leered, a pale, sharp-nailed hand striking out and catching a large handful of soft silver hair. Ryou cried out sharply, fresh tears pooling in his eyes and clinging to long dark eyelashes. "Look at me." Bakura spat, his grip on the lights hair tightening. No response. The yami growled, striking Ryou across the face for a third time that day. "Look at me." The whitenette gasped, eyes opening wide to gaze into angered slits of mahogany burning a dangerous crimson. Bakura snarled deeper, dragging Ryou closer so their noses were almost touching. So afraid he could barely breathe, the light continued to cry, his hands covering his trembling mouth. Bakura growled deep in his throat as his left hand brushing silver bangs from his own eyes. Ryou didn't know what he was thinking as his hands left his face, instead tightly grasping Bakuras own.
"Please…" Ryou breathed desperately, "I-I-" The force of the blow across his already bruising cheek as Bakura angrily wrenched his hand away from Ryous desperate grasp would have been brutal enough to send the light sprawling, had Bakura not retained his hold on the whitenettes hair.
"I hate everything about you." Bakura breathed, Ryou whimpering as he held the right side of his face with both hands, slack under the yamis hold. "The pathetic way you always cry, how you're so fucking clingy, you're so pitiful and weak, you don't deserve anyone's love and attention. You don't even deserve their pity. The only thing you were ever worthy of was being my slave." Ryou continued to cry loudly, eyes clenching shut. Bakura snorted as he released his hold on the light, Ryou collapsing onto the bed, sobbing and sobbing in fear and pain.
"Just look at yourself now." Bakura leered as he leaned over the crying boy. "You're fifteen years old, and yet you continue to act like a child. Grow up, and get over Marik." With this, Bakura straightened himself into a standing position, marching over to the door, slamming it hard behind him.
If Bakura was mad before, the scene the yami met when he marched into the living room made him positively murderous.
Cliffie! O.O Sorreh... But this is late enough... Hehehe -ducks objects again-
Well, R&R peoples! -smiles-