Moving On
Author's Notes: Ok so I just got my first three reviews on chapter two and it totally inspired me start chapter 3 so thanks you!
Now it rambles on a bit in some parts but it's all to set the mood. OK!
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"Bakura calm dow – DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!" Ryou was desperately trying to calm Bakura when he ran into his own room to got one of his many knives.
"Bakura you are not going to kill Marik!" He yelled, standing with his arms spread out to block his yami.
"YOU JUST SAID HE SLEPT WITH YOU! OF COURSE I HAVE TO KILL HIM!" Bakura was furious. He had only just revealed his true feelings to Ryou and was about to prove it only to discover the freak Marik had beat him to it!
"I told you I think. I mean it could have just been a dream!" Bakura blinked at Ryou in confusion. "When Marik dropped me off he didn't say anything about it or even act like anything had happened so it must have been a dream." Even though these words began to even convince Ryou, he remembered the blood he had seen on his finger. Luckily, Bakura seemed to buy it.
He sighed mournfully and dropped the knife on the floor. He seemed to almost collapse on Ryou as he wrapped his arms around him. Ryou timidly followed suit and smiled at his yami's relief.
"But still…" Bakura moved away slightly. "Why did you have a dream about having sex with…Marik?" He cringed. Ryou shrugged.
"I dunno."
"Well, how about finishing what we started?" he didn't even wait for an answer and ground his hips into Ryou's. Giving a weak smile, Ryou looked up and pecked Bakura on the lips. But as soon as their lips parted, Bakura pulled Ryou's head in and his tongue shot into the unsuspecting boy's mouth. Moving back over to the bed he straddled Ryou and undid his jeans effortlessly.
A lump formed in the hikari's throat, but he had no protest to what was about to happen.
Marik woke up and was surprised to see it was already 11am. Well, I did get home at 3am. On his drive home not only was he exhausted but had to deal with his thoughts about Ryou, causing him to take a very long way home.
He managed to crawl out of bed, his head weighed down with pain. He gave out a load groan as the sound of screaming filled his ears.
"MALIK! WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT WATCHING THE MUMMY THIS EARLY!" He yelled, knowing that the source of the screaming was his damned yami watching his favourite movie - with the volume on full. He listened as Malik scrambled about the living room, trying to turn the volume down. Marik walked into the room rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His yami was sprawled out on the floor after diving for the remote (even though it was the wrong one). He grabbed the remote from the coffee table and turn the volume do so the movie was barely audible.
"I can't hear it now!" Malik pouted. "Your such a controlling bitch!"
"If only this remote worked on you." Marik sighed throwing it onto the couch. He exited into the kitchen to get some coffee.
On his return Malik had turned the volume back up a few. As if I wouldn't notice. He sat down on the other end of the couch and watched as scarabs ate some random person.
"So?" Malik said, not taking his eyes off the TV.
"So, what?" Marik glared at him with slightly bloodshot eyes.
"How'd it go last night? DUH!" Malik said like it was so obvious.
"What the hell's that mean? All we did was go for a pizza. Not exactly much to talk about." Marik didn't mind lying to his yami, seeing as he did it all the time.
"Well you definitely came home late for someone who just went out for a pizza." Malik said smugly.
"And what is that supposed to mean?" Trying to hold back the worry from his face. Could it be possible Malik had expected what happened to happen?
"Nothing I guess." Malik shrugged. "Just seems a bit odd. Like you two were up to something else." Marik's heart missed a beat. "Hey… I think I know what's going on!" A sweat began to cover his forehead. He tried to hide his worry as best he could, but Malik could cut through his cover-up like a knife.
"YOUR PLANNING A SURPRISE PARTY FOR BAKURA!" Malik shouted out, bouncing up and down on his seat.
"Uh…no." Marik didn't know what had given his crazy yami that idea. But that was exactly it. HE'S CARZY! (Or just plain stupid).
"Well don't tell me, I'll get it eventually." He waved a hand as if to shoo Marik away.
Yea, if by eventually you mean never! Marik snickered to himself at the thought. Malik completely clueless.
Bakura and Ryou lay in bed, entwined together. Bakura was fast asleep whereas his hikari was wide-awake. He couldn't get the thought of Marik from his head. Yes, he now loved Bakura after his other had shown that he did care; but he still kept Marik in the back of his mind.
No! I have to move on. If it really did happen I'll just have to wipe it from my memory. Besides…Marik has his yami to love…And with that thought, Ryou finally drifted off to sleep.
When he awoke, Ryou found Bakura to be missing from his side. He stretched out and realised he smelt something burning.
Fuck, what's Bakura done now? He scrambled out of bed and grabbed his dressing gown. (Didn't want to run round naked. Even in his own home). He ran to the kitchen and found Bakura battling with the frying pan and what looked like a melted Frisbee. Ryou chuckled at the site. Bakura turned round from hearing the sound and blinked at his light. He then smiled and showed Ryou the contents of the pan."I'm making pancakes." He said proudly.
"You do know I could have just made them for you." Ryou smiled. Bakura looked dumbfounded and blinked at him.
"But… I'm making them for you." Ryou's eyes widened and he blushed slightly. "Don't worry! They wont kill you!" He added. Ryou didn't know if this was a joke or if he seriously thought he's that bad at cooking: but still chuckled all the same.
Ryou walked over to the cupboard and grabbed his favourite mug and a sachet of cocoa. He loved having his hot drink on cold winter mornings. It just seemed to fit. After making it he huddled onto a chair at the table, taking in the warmth from his mug. Bakura watched as if he were mesmerized by the way his light sipped at the liquid and his tongue darted out after to lick up any remains – like a kitten licking its mouth after drinking milk.
Heh, cats. One animal I actually like! He smiled and returned his focus on the pancake that refused to come out the pan.
After finally managing to make several pancakes he piled them on a plate and set them down in front of Ryou. He then dashed into the cupboard to grab a bottle of syrup. Ryou watched in amusement. Bakura wasn't one to make friendly gestures like making someone breakfast, but he loved Ryou and wanted to show it as best he could. He squeezed a large amount of the thick liquid onto the pile of slightly burnt and deformed pancakes, and then watched Ryou expectantly.
Ryou got a large amount on the end of his fork and wrapped his mouth around it. Wincing slightly as he bit into something hard, but hiding it so as not to offend Bakura.
"Wow these are great!" He smiled sweetly at his yami. But he didn't look convinced. "Seriously. You should make these more often." Bakura smiled and moved round behind his little hikari. Ryou continued shovelling the pancakes into his mouth. He suddenly jumped and yelped as a cold hand slid onto his chest. Bakura had come up from behind and slipped his hand under Ryou's dressing gown. Wrapping his other arm around Ryou's chest he snuggled his head against the others, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. The soft skin shivered under his hand and formed goose bumps. Ryou shot up and got off his chair, making Bakura let go.
"Um… I- I'm going for a shower." Ryou blushed slightly and looked away. He exited the kitchen and headed upstairs for the bathroom.
Was that meant to be a hint or something? Bakura wasn't too sure but either way he was going to follow his hikari.
When Bakura entered the bathroom, he saw the cloud of steam in the shower box, and a white haired figure appeared from amidst the clouds. Ryou looked so relaxed by the hot water that fell down his naked body. A knot tightened in the yami's stomach as he watched his light wash himself. Ryou didn't notice Bakura staring at him from outside the shower and continued. His jeans becoming extremely tight Bakura couldn't take it any more.
Ryou sighed disappointedly, hoping his yami would have taken the hint but obviously not. He turned the hot water off, as he always did before turning off the water, but before he could even touch the tap, a figure emerged from the steam and wrapped around him; pressing his bare back against the cold wall. Ryou's skin was covered with goose bumps as they spread like a rash. He knew the figure was Bakura and fell into the loving embrace. He felt the clothes become cold and wet as they soaked up the water. They stuck to his yami's chest and revealed every muscle. Gently, he ran his fingers down Bakura's chest until his fingers fell upon the hard nubs on the skin. Bakura's head fell back as he felt his hikari nuzzle at his tense skin. He wanted so badly to feel his skin against the others but his cursed shirt was in the way. He moved his head down and placed his lips tenderly on Ryou's. He then proceeded to entering with his tongue, which was gladly accepted. Both pressed there tongues together and were soon lost in a passionate kiss. Ryou clung onto the other's arms as he was nearly lifted from the floor as Bakura's hands moved their way up his waist.
Eventually they broke and were both breathless and frozen from the water. The air had become so cold that there breath was visible and they both stared into the other's eyes. Ryou finally got his breath back and lifted a shaky hand to turn off the water. Bakura helped the small, shivering boy out of the shower; the cold air quickly hit Ryou's bare skin and claimed him. Grabbing a towel, Bakura pulled it round his hikari's waist and pulled at the ends to bring their hips together. He smiled lovingly at the small boy and watched helplessly as he shivered, water droplets clinging to his skin. Although he wanted to take Ryou right there and then, it was in his best interest to get him clothed and warm. He wrapped the towel around his light and looked down at the thankful face, smiling weakly in return.
Ryou exited into his bedroom, not realising that Bakura had followed as he ran to the wardrobe, grabbed some clothes and, without hesitation, let the towel fall to the floor. Bakura's eyes widened as he watched him pull his boxers over his bare behind. Ryou turned and blushed slightly; realising Bakura had been there the whole time. He continued and pulled his jeans over his pale legs. Bakura took notice of how they fit perfectly and sculpted his hikari's waste. Complementing his figure completely. Ryou quickly grabbed the black turtleneck he had got out and pulled it, with some difficulty, over his petit frame. Bakura had never seen him wear it before but loved the way it fit tightly around Ryou's torso but loosened at the end. The sleeves did the same, fitting tightly around his arms but flaring out slightly at the wrists and covering most of his hand. The thick neck left barley any skin out in the open and fit loosely around Ryou's throat. When Bakura came out of his daydream, he was welcomed with Ryou's face looking fairly confused at his yami's expression. But smiled sweetly when he came to.
"You should get changed too." He finally said. "If you stay in those clothes you'll get pneumonia. And if you do I'm not going to wait you on hand and foot!" He added, looking sternly at Bakura but was obviously kidding. Bakura chuckled lightly and nodded.
"I suppose I should." He left the room and went into his own. Giving a sigh as he searched through his wardrobe. He just grabbed another shirt and jeans and shoved them on. He leaned lazily against the wall and went into another daydream.
He saw Ryou stood in front of him and smiling in that sickly sweet way he always did. But suddenly, darkness surrounded him as a figure came up from behind and wrapped its arms around his chest. The face and figure suddenly became visible and kissed Bakura's hikari on the cheek and smirked at Bakura. His eyes widened as he saw it was Marik! Snapping out of the daydream he found himself on all fours, sweat dripping from his face. He mouth was wide open, trying to catch his breath.
What the hell was that!---------------------------
Author's Notes: sorry about the length of this one but I couldn't find a good way to end it. And the last bit just popped into my head so that's why it's a bit random review please! The more you review the more determined I become to write the next chapter.