Silent Deception

Author's Notes: Ok in some of the reviews I realise a couple of people are on a different wavelength so let me just straighten this out.

Malik -yami Marik, Marik -normal Marik. Not the other way round. Sorry if I didn't make that obvious before.

Here's the deal. I have about a million ideas for ending and you're all going to hate me whichever one I choose so guess I got nothing to lose (by the way that was a hint if you didn't realise), but lets not get into that yet because I still want at least 5 more chapters for this and I'm thinking of ways to fill them. Oh yea and thanks to people who are guessing what's going to happen because truthfully I still don't know either so your guesses are giving me ideas :D

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Ryou lay in bed alone; the darkness surrounded him and threatened to swallow him up. It had been a week since the 'incident' with Marik and Ryou had managed to push it out of his mind. He was restless and had no intension of sleeping. His yami had gone away for the weekend. Goodness knows why, but he had left Ryou all alone after being with him every night for a week. Seeing as Bakura would normally tire Ryou out at night, it made it easy to sleep but with no yami to curl up with and love, he had no way of sleeping. Bakura was like a drug. He'd been taken so often in such a short time that Ryou became addicted. Ryou felt empty. It was only the first night and he was going insane with loneliness.

I wonder why Bakura had to go. Ryou hadn't even received an explanation…

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"What are you up to?" Ryou had entered Bakura's room to find him stuffing various items into a bag. Bakura turned round momentarily and continued packing.

"I've got some business to attend to." He stated simply. Ryou walked up behind his kneeling yami and looked down at the back of his head.

"What sort of business?" Although, he had an idea it was something to do with the millennium items. Bakura had told Ryou why he had returned after 5 millennia and how he had to retrieve all seven millennium items. Ryou still wasn't sure why but didn't want to know; remembering something Bakura had said the first year he arrived. Something about giving man kind its just deserts – which is never a good thing. But he had been distracted over the last year. His feelings for Ryou had grown, causing him to forget his mission.

"Its just business." Bakura continued to look away. Ryou sighed mournfully and looked helplessly at Bakura. Suddenly the mood changed and Bakura spun round and wrapped his arm around Ryou's thighs. Blushing slightly, the hikari looked down at his yami. "Don't worry." He mused. "I'll be back by Monday."

"Do you promise?" Ryou asked like a small child.

"I promise."

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The words echoed through Ryou's mind.

He had left earlier that Friday afternoon. It had only been a few hours since he left, but to Ryou it felt like months. He continued to stair into the abyss as his eyelids slowly, and defiantly shut.

Ryou awoke as the sound of the front door echoed through the house. He lifted his head and looked around at the door as footsteps could be heard.

"Bakura?" He murmured.

"Ryou, is that you?" It was Marik. He poked his head around the door and watched as Ryou planted his head back on his pillow. He was laid on his from and his arms were wrapped around the pillow.

"Hey Ryou!" Marik kneeled down by the bed. "I was just looking for Bakura. Malik wants to borrow his porn or something like that." Marik noticed the morbid looks on Ryou's face (well, what he could see of it anyway). "What's wrong?" He places a hand on Ryou's shoulder but it was shrugged off.

"Bakura's away for the weekend." He sighed deeply. He laid his head on the pillow so it was facing away from Marik.

"So… is that a problem for you?" Marik didn't actually know about Ryou being with Bakura. As far as he knew, Bakura was still horrible to the little light. But it was obvious that things had changed over the past week. He remembered meeting up with Yugi and the gang and they all asked if he'd seen Ryou. He was home all week and the only time he spoke to anyone was when he called Marik.

"Well let me put it this way: I'm so fucking lonely and desperate, I'm seriously considering killing myself." Marik chuckled lightly, thinking this was a joke but Ryou tensed up and shut his eyes tight. A tear trickled down his cheek as he sobbed lightly.

"Ryou… I'm sorry, I thought…" but Ryou just sighed deeply.

"Why don't you just go Marik?" He muttered.

"I'm not leaving you like this, Ryou." Putting his hand back on the pale shoulder he tightened his grip. His eyes widened when a small moan erupted from deep in Ryou's throat. It was barely audible but Marik heard it. He slowly began to rub Ryou's shoulders, massaging the tense skin. Ryou didn't protest, in fact he moaned again.

Is he even awake? Marik looked round and saw Ryou's eyes closed but he was smiling slightly so he wasn't completely asleep, just mesmerized by the soothing touch of another.

Marik stood up and kneeled over the lower region of the small hikari's back. He flicked his eyes from Ryou's face to his back as he slowly pulled the cover down, revealing the pale back. Ryou moved slightly and Marik smiled as he saw Ryou's own lips curl. For a while, Marik continued rubbing his hands along the soft skin, also continuing to get satisfied moans, but then he moved his head down and tenderly placed his lips just below Ryou's neck.

The light's eyes shot open but he still didn't protest. He felt as Marik's warm hands ran down the sides of his chest to his waste. The Egyptian left a trail of soft kisses down the smooth skin, adding sucks and licks to then. He slowly moved a hand towards Ryou's head and moved the hair out the way to reveal his shining hazel eyes. Ryou looked round and blushed when he saw Marik looking at him longingly. His eyes began to water and he gulped as the warm hand gently cupped his cheek. His body turned onto his back and he perched himself on his elbows. Both stared into the others eyes, searching the pools of emotion within. Ryou felt his stomach tighten as old emotions were brought out of him. The feelings he felt a week ago when he supposedly dreamed about him and Marik.

An arm ran across his back and pulled him up so he was sat up, his head level with Marik's as he sat on his lap, one leg either side of Ryou's small body. Marik smiled lustfully at Ryou, who just sat with his mouth gawping open as he tried to catch his breath. Me moved in and put one hand behind Ryou's head to pull him in gently.

First, Ryou pulled away slightly as Marik began massaging his lips against the others, but soon he returned the kiss and felt Marik's tongue running along his lips, asking for entry. Reluctantly he opened his mouth, allowing it to enter. His own tongue twitched as it rubbed against the other and he began to push his own tongue into Marik's mouth. He jerked as he felt a hand slide down his stomach and creep into his boxers, but he did not break the kiss, knowing it was the other. He slowly lifted his hands and began undoing the Egyptians shirt, revealing his muscular torso. The loose material fell doing the tan arms and Ryou began stroking his arms and chest. He moaned loudly as Marik's hand clamped around his arousal and moved slowly. The smaller of the two wrapped his arms around the other's neck, feeling as the blonde hair ran along the skin.

Marik began to slowly lower Ryou onto the bed. He broke the kiss and supported himself over the pale boy's figure. He laid his forehead against Ryou's and smiled. The small boy's eyes were shut tight, his arms still around Marik's neck. Pulling away, Marik sat back up and began removing the only piece of clothing Ryou had.

He placed a kiss on the sweet lips before moving down to his neck. He began sucking on the skin and Ryou suddenly began pushing his head away. He looked into Marik's eyes.

"You can't. Bakura…" He had to admit he was doing the sort of thing he hated. People sleeping with others behind their lover's back, but as he had said before: he was so desperately lonely and he had feelings for Marik. Marik smirked as he looked at Ryou's scared face.

"Never mind him." He said simply and continued to suck at the supple neck. His hand ran up the other side and up to Ryou's chin. The other threw his head back in subliminal bliss. Marik moved his head back and looked down at the red mark on the pale neck.

"You've been marked." He said. Ryou's eyes shot open as the words brought up memories of Bakura. His breath deepened and he moaned uncontrollably as Marik's chest ran along his, making his arousal grow. Marik nipped at the skin as he made his way down. He felt Ryou's erection dig into him as he moved along his chest, his own erection causing him incredible pain. He clasped his lips around one of Ryou's soft nubs and began licking, while his free hand took care of the other. The small boy's back arched up at the feeling and he threw his head back. Ryou gasped and clung onto the edge of the mattress. What was it about Marik? Bakura had never made him feel this way. It was always completely different with him. Marik was gentle, he didn't try to control Ryou's body like his naturally crewel yami did.

After Marik had lovingly hardened Ryou's nipples, he made his way down the stomach; leaving little kisses as he went.

He finally arrived at his target and ran the tips of his fingers along the shaft. Ryou squirmed at the feeling. Marik could sense his lover's need and took it in fast. He quickly held down the hips as they bucked, attempting to move further into his throat. He massaged the side with his tongue and began to lap up the pre-cum coming out of the end. Ryou cried out as he felt himself coming to the climax. Marik felt it too but didn't get a chance to fill the need.

"Marik." Ryou forced out through the gasps. Looking up, Ryou had exhaustedly lifted himself up slightly. Marik moved up to the other's head, still holding on to the erection with his hand. Ryou's hand pulled Marik in by his neck. He breathed into Marik's ear for a moment before speaking. Marik felt as his lips moved against his cheek. "I want you inside of me." He whispered with difficulty. His eyes widened. That's not the sort of thing he'd expect to hear from nervous little Ryou, but all the same he smiled: glad that he had said.

"Are you sure?" He murmured. He would probably regret it but didn't want to force Ryou. Ryou wasn't sure of anything anymore. His head was clouded and he couldn't think clearly. Part of him said he shouldn't, he was with Bakura and didn't want to hurt him. But another part longed to be with Marik. He thought he loved them both but that's not even possible… is it? After a moment of fighting within himself, he nodded and smiled at his lover. He felt as Marik's hand left his arousal and moved to his entrance. A finger entered, making him yelp and tense up. Marik moved in and out slowly, whispering to Ryou to relax. Once he did, Marik proceeded with entering another finger and made scissor movements on order to stretch he gap. Ryou squirmed in the Egyptian's arms and gasped for air. Marik's fingers ran along the sensitive skin, Ryou loved the feeling even though it make him jerk about uncontrollably. Eventually, the feeling left and Ryou, as usual, made it known that he wasn't happy about it. Marik laughed and nuzzled Ryou's chest.

"Your too cute!" He smiled.

Ryou blushed and smiled back. After removing his jeans, Marik positioned himself between the pale legs and gently spread them apart.

The moment suddenly broke as Marik looked dumbfounded.

"Um…you don't have any…" He didn't need to say what he meant. His face said it all. "…Do you?" Ryou chuckled and leaned over to his bedside cabinet. Opening the draw he threw a bottle to Marik.

Marik got some of the contents on his hand and rubbed it on his own erection and around Ryou's entrance. He got himself ready and looked into Ryou's eyes. They were glazed over, but he couldn't help notice he looked distracted. Like he was thinking to himself.

In fact he was. As he waited for Marik to enter him, he couldn't help but think about Bakura. He thought about how broken he was earlier in the week. Why was that? They had just made love and Ryou had dozed off from exhaustion. He had awoken moments later to find Bakura gone and he suddenly heard a small thump on the floor: like something had just been dropped. He had peered out the door to find Bakura on his knees, sobbing. He had been so sad, so empty. Why?

"Ryou." Marik murmured, breaking the trail of thought. Ryou looked up at Marik who was sat before him. His eyes were sad, the once bright violet had faded slightly and Ryou knew what he was about to say. "Are you really sure you want to do this?" Ryou sat up and leaned against the backboard of the bed. He couldn't look at Marik. Yes, he did want this, but at what cost? If Bakura found out they had even got this far, he would be heart broken. Which would either result in him breaking and possibly killing himself, or most likely, killing Marik and/or Ryou. He could take that risk. He wouldn't…

His eyes widened as he felt Marik's lips collide with his own. It was a subtle kiss but that was all that was needed. Marik sat himself in front of Ryou and cupped his face with his hands. The kiss deepened and soon Ryou found Marik inside of him. He tossed his head back and arched his back. He couldn't say it wasn't uncomfortable the position he was in but the feeling of Marik's body close to his made his forget it. It felt like in his dream. NO! It hadn't been a dream. It was real! Ryou realised that now. It felt just like the first night, the night he lost his virginity to Marik. Those violet eyes were now burning with passion and almost scared Ryou.

"You were mine from the start, Ryou." He breathed. "You may think that this is you cheating on Bakura…" He moaned roughly and continued moving I and out of Ryou. "…But you were cheating on me with him!" Ryou cried out as he felt Marik's grip tighten on his arm and waist.

"No!" Ryou gasped. Pushing with his legs so he was pressed up against the backboard.

"Yes!" Marik hissed and dived into Ryou's mouth. He sucked and nipped at his bottom lip, let his tongue search every crevice of the light's mouth. For a while he resisted, but gave in to his sweet temptation and pressed his tongue against Marik's. Wrapping his arms round his neck, pulling him in deeper. Marik grabbed onto Ryou's neglected member and pumped it hard. They were both lost in the sheer thrill of it and could no longer control themselves. Marik broke the kiss and sucked hard on Ryou's neck, pressing down with his tongue and biting at the skin till it drew blood: making him suck even more at the soft skin. Ryou pushed Marik's head down onto his neck and down to his chest. Unable to keep the rhythm and do as Ryou wished, he threw his head back as he gave one last push and moaned loud as he poured into Ryou. He became weak and tired but continued rubbing Ryou's swollen cock. He soon came and fell back on the bed. Marik rested his head on Ryou's chest and it moved in and out rapidly. Ryou's breath sounded harsh and croaky. He gave out a little cough and managed to lift his head so he could look down at Marik. His eyes were closed, sent to sleep by the calming heart beat (even if it was going a mile a minute). Ryou lowered the sleeping Egyptian so his head rested on the pillow. Pulling the cover over him he shakily sat on the edge of the bed. He breathed deeply and it rattled unnaturally. He barely noticed the burning sensation in his chest he was that exhausted, but what was this other feeling? He looked dawn at his hand and couldn't help but feel dirty. No matter how much he tried to wipe it away, it remained on his skin. He felt it consume his body and darkness fell upon his mind.

Was this how Bakura had felt? Is that why he broke down? Ryou looked round at Marik's sleeping form. Ryou felt two emotions every time he looked at either of his lover. He felt love towards them but also felt depression and sickness. He was so confused. Was it even love? Or was he just a selfish brat who knew he could get what he wanted from either? He may have not been alone physically, but he felt shut off from the world. He closed his eyes tight as tears burned his eyes and the shadows took him. He knew what he had to do. Turning round he gave Marik a small kiss on the cheek and stood up. Pulling his jeans back on and grabbing a sweater from his wardrobe, he left the house, closing the door behind him.

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Author's Notes: Well there's another chapter and yes I know it is seriously depressing at the end, but I never said this story was going to be a happy one. Lucky thing I'm on my summer holidays other wise I wouldn't be getting any of this done. REVIEW!