A Second Path

Author's Notes: So this is chapter two. Sorry if any of it is all over the place because I just made most of this off the top of my head. Seriously I've been thinking of what to do next and couldn't think of anything so just started typing. And yes there will be another chapter. Not sure how many more but maybe between 4-6. So here it is…

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Marik turned his head back to the road in front of him and drove off, leaving Bakura on the pavement. He gave a little sigh as he watched through his rear view mirror to see him disappear around the corner. He hated lying to Bakura, but then again he hadn't actually lied, he just hadn't told the whole truth. So… yea, I lied he thought.

How could I let that happen? But I wanted it to happen. I wonder if he did too. Deep down.

Marik's golden hair blew in the wind, odd strands gliding over his face. He was lost in his thought, only just paying attention to his surroundings.

Well I wasn't drunk, so I did it all out of my own feelings… Ra I wish I'd been drunk. That would be a great excuse.

"Shit!" he cried out as he missed his turning. "O well… looks like I'm taking the long way home." He sped into the horizon, the various light and sound of the city all watched by the silver moon.

The next morning Ryou woke up with a headache and his face felt as though it had been hit by a truck. Moaning when he was it was 9:30am, he plopped his head back into his damp pillow.

"Hey rise and shine!" A familiar voice mused. Bakura landed on the bed and began bouncing up and down.

"What the hell are you so happy about?" Ryou voice croaked from the depths of his pillow. Bakura pouted and looked at Ryou.

"Jeez the one time I'm nice to you and you throw it back in my face!"

Ryou lifted his head and glared at Bakura through blood shot eyes.

"Fuck me! What happened to you?" Bakura sounded concerned which was weird. He leaned over to get a better look at his hikari.

"No thanks, and I'm fine." Ryou said sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Bakura chuckled and put a hand on Ryou's cheek.

"Seriously, you okay?" He stared into Ryou's eyes and smile sadistically (although he didn't actually mean to). Ryou brushed his yami's palm from his face and looked down at his crossed legs, trying to keep his gaze from Bakura's. He shook his head and smiles weakly.

"Really I'm fine." He lied "Just tired. I got home late last night."

"NO F'IN JOKE!" Bakura's mood suddenly changed to his normal angry self. "WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU? I STAYED UP FOR HOURS WORRYING WHERE YOU WERE AND THEN I DON'T EVEN GET A 'HELLO' WHEN YOUR BACK!" He had now worked himself up and had stood up and shaking in fury.

"Well you weren't awake when I came in." Ryou glared at his yami, wondering if he should be pushing him. "Besides I don't think it's any of your business what I'm doing so just back off!"

Bakura was taken aback by the sudden outburst from his shy little hikari.

"Ryou…" Bakura suddenly changed back into is concerned voice and looked down on the small boy below him. "What actually happened last night - and before you start moaning it's none of my business again I'm just wondering because you look like you've been crying all night." Ryou opened his mouth to speak but was cut off.

"Is it Marik?" Ryou shot up.

Oh my god! The three words ran through his head over and over again.

"Did he hurt you? Dammit! I should've gone with you," Bakura said, punching his palm with his fist. "I knew he was a no good some of a b-" He broke off. Noticing his hikari's body. It was alert. This could only mean one thing.

I'll kill him. I swear I'll kill him. Ryou took a deep breath and got off the bed.

"No" he murmured, "Like I said, I'm fine." He walked out of the room and into the kitchen.

Opening the cupboard only to find it empty, he just sighed and walked over to the sink, grabbed one of the dirty mugs and ran it under the hot tap. The water scolded his hands and he hissed at the brief pain. He felt so strange, so… empty. Giving another sigh he turned off the tap and something on his finger caught his attention. Moving it closer to his face to get a better look he gasp as he saw a tiny patch of dried blood on his finger. His eyes widened and his throat felt dry. Suddenly something wrapped around his waste and he dropped the mug on the floor. Bakura had come in and for some strange reason was holding onto Ryou, his head buried in the silver locks of his light.

"Um…" Ryou wasn't sure what to say and turned his head slightly so he could see Bakura through the corner of his eye. He looked as though he'd jus fallen asleep. Blinking in confusion Ryou cleared his throat.

"You do know… I love you Ryou…" Bakura said in a kind of timid way. Ryou blushed and widened his eyes at the sudden comment.

"W-WHAT!" he turned and pushed away from Bakura, looking into his eyes to try and find any hint of sarcasm or something, anything that would mean he was lying. He stepped back and felt his back touch the kitchen counter, his hands grabbed onto the edge.

Shit! He's telling the truth… what the hell am I supposed to do? I can't tell him about Marik… It might not even be true… Bakura seemed to glide as he walked closer to Ryou, pressing his body into the other. He wrapped his arms around Ryou's waste once again and pulled it into his own. His eyes were half lidded with passion as he looked into Ryou's chocolate brown eyes. He moved his head in slowly and placed is lips on Ryou's.

"Ooooookay that's enough!" He said pushing on Bakura's chest to break the kiss. "Stop kidding me around now Bakura, you know how I feel about that… stuff (for want of a better word)." His voice was slightly shaky as he spoke. Ryou managed to release himself from Bakura's grip but couldn't escape the loving gaze. Cold sweat dripping from his forehead he turned to walk off but Bakura grabbed his wrist to stop him.

"I'm not kidding Ryou." He said in an almost evil way, a smirk playing over his lips. Ryou didn't dare turn round; knowing the look on his yami's face would be one of cruel intentions. Bakura chuckles as he felt the small body shake under his grip.

"You know that one way or another I will get what I want." He slowly twisted Ryou's arm and listened with satisfaction as a whimper came from the hikari. He moved forwards and places his lips on Ryou's shoulder, just next to his neck. He suckled on the pale flesh and bit into it lightly. Ryou's mouth was open, gasping repeatedly as Bakura's tongue massaged the tender skin. His hands crept like spiders down the slim waste and crawled under the shirt. They ran gently up Ryou's smooth chest, lifting the shirt as they went. He took one of his lights limp arms and moved it up until the hand was grabbing onto his hair. Ryou was panting now, he wanted to stop but his body wouldn't let him. Bakura wouldn't let him.

After a few moments, Bakura forces Ryou to turn and face him and places a hand on the back of the small ones head, making small stroking movements down his white hair. Ryou's face was stained with tears as he looked up into Bakura's eyes. Moving in, Bakura pulled the other's head towards him and embraced in a kiss. First he massaged the other's soft lips with his own and gradually moved his tongue into the mouth. Ryou flinched and moaned slightly at the warmth that entered his mouth. After feeling the delightful feeling he began to return it and Bakura gave a little smile before returning to the kiss.

Soon they were locked in the passion and found them selves falling about as Bakura tried to manoeuvre to the bedroom. Still holding each other and searching the abyss of the other's mouth, they eventually landed on the bed and broke the kiss, gasping for air. Bakura was sitting on Ryou's stomach and leaning over his hikari, supported by his arms. He gave a smile and began removing Ryou's shirt. He pulled it over the boy's head and threw it to the side. He pulled Ryou up so he was holding him and soon was removing his own shirt. Ryou let out a moan as he felt Bakura's chest grazed his own and felt a slight friction in his jeans. Ryou sighed and fell to the bed. Bakura looked down at the sad face and moved down next to the small boy, placing a hand on his waste.

"What's wrong?" He croaked. He lay his head down just slightly above Ryou's and wrapped his arms around him. Giving a sigh he waited for a reply.

"Well… I… We…" He stammered for a while and then found the words.

"Bakura, I think something happened… you know, last night."

Bakura looked down at his hikari and placed his thumb on the small chin to raise his head.

"What do you mean… you think?" He was trying to pick his words wisely. The way Ryou was right then, if he said one thing out of place then he would never know.

"Well… I- I think… You see Marik and me… Well," he looked away in embarrassment. "I think we did it."

"WHAT!"