Dust To Dust
Author's Notes: Like I said on the last chapter, I decided to split the last chapter to make this longer and because it was a good place to end that chapter so the last chapters are going to be short so… here's chapter 9
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Ryou was shivering violently as he stood in the entrance to Marik's house. His clothes were soaked through and even the slightest breeze sent another shiver down his spine.
"I'm so sorry. I wouldn't have asked you to come over if I knew it would rain!" Marik's face was blotched and his eye's were bloodshot, signs that he had been crying. After steadying his shivers, Ryou followed Marik to his bedroom. He found it slightly suspicious when he had a perfectly good living room, but then again Ryou preferred to be in his room when he was upset. He sat on the bed next to Marik who was looking at the ground.
"So… What exactly happened?" Ryou wasn't actually sure what he could do but wanted to get back home as soon as possible.
"Well…" Marik's voice croaked. Ryou waited for an answer but never got one. Marik shook his head and sighed. "I don't know." He raised his head and looked into Ryou's eyes. "It all happened so fast. I was just in here when Malik came in and told me he knew. Then…" He placed his hand on his cheek. "He… just… hit me." Ryou moved the hand away and saw that his face did look a bit red, but not too bad.
"Did he hurt you anywhere else?" Marik looked away. The two teens sat in silence. Ryou quickly looked over at the clock next to the bed. 7.30pm, it would be dark soon and Ryou didn't fancy being out at night, but he could stay a little longer until Marik was feeling better.
"It just feels so strange." Jumping slightly, Ryou looked back at the Egyptian. "It's just… me and Malik have been together for years, and now he's gone and it feels so empty here." He didn't look up. Ryou had a strange feel about this whole situation but Marik wouldn't lie about something like this, he was his friend. "But… at- at least I still have you." His eyes were now fixated on Ryou as he backed away slightly, beginning to feel very uncomfortable.
"Marik… You know I can't. I'm with Bakura now." He watched as a look of bitterness fell over the other's features but they quickly faded as he laughed and rubbed the back of his neck.
"You're right! I don't know what I was thinking!" He stood up and made his way to the door. "You want a drink?" Ryou was taken aback. Why was he acting so oddly?
"Um… I really shouldn't I need to be heading back…" He watched as Marik pulled a disappointed face.
"Please." He stated simply. "Ryou, you don't have to stay much longer, just have one drink. Come on!" With a sigh, the silver haired teen stood up.
"Ok, just one."
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Bakura paced the floor of the living room. Why was he so stressed out? He knew Ryou wouldn't do anything. It was getting late and Ryou would have to walk home in the dark; and with him being the sensitive person he was, he would be a target. That was it, decision made. Besides, he had many reasons to go over. It was raining for instance and Ryou hadn't taken an umbrella. The yami made his way to the front door, grabbed an umbrella from the cupboard and pulled on his black trench coat. Looking around, he checked he didn't need anything else. Once he was sure, he opened the front door and locked it behind him as he left.
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The two hikaris were sat on the bed, drinking from there bottles of beer. Although Ryou had said he would only drink one, Marik had convinced him other wise and he was now quite tipsy. The Egyptian on the other hand was fairly sober, he had made it appear as though he had drank as much a Ryou, but had really been refilling his bottle with water. His plan was coming together as he stared lustfully at the pale hikari. Ryou was struggling to keep his balance as he sat on the bed and kept giggling for no good reason. Time for Marik to make his move.
"You know Ryou, I have always found you rather attractive." He mused, receiving an embarrassed giggle from the other. "In fact, you're irresistible." He began to lean towards Ryou, crawling towards him on all fours until there faces were mere inches away. Smiling seductively, he placed a hand on Ryou's stomach. "Ryou! You're shivering." He said in a gentle voice. His fingers crept under the tight material and ran up the smooth skin underneath. "Let's get you out of these wet clothes, shall we?" He sat on the teen's legs and began pulling the sweater off his chest and over his head. His eyes narrowed as he saw a new mark on the pale neck, one that had not been made by him. "He's been touching you." He said in disgust. "Well…" He moved his head towards the supple neck. "I'll take care of this." He planted his mouth where the new mark was and began to suck on the skin. Ryou moaned as the warm tongue ran over his skin and the teeth nipped at it hungrily. He put his hands on Marik's shoulders and tried to push away.
"Marik… no…" But it was no use. In his drunken state, he didn't have the strength, or the will power to make the teen stop. Marik's lips continued to caress the skin, making more moans erupt from his love. He ran his fingers over the chest, stroking the already hardened nubs. He removed his lips from Ryou's neck and smirked before forcing him into a kiss. His hand wrapped around the other's neck as he plunged into the gawping mouth, his tongue massaging Ryou's. A gasp forced its way out of Ryou's lungs as he felt a hand slide down his pants. He couldn't take it, every touch, every smell, every feeling he got just added to the strain in his pants; he needed to release. Marik undid the jeans effortlessly and stroked the new skin that was revealed. Sliding one hand down either side of Ryou's small waste, he slid the clothing off and began to remove the boy's boxers. He looked at Ryou as he gasped for air, he kept wriggling about and trying to get away, but it was useless. With Marik on top of him and his mind blurred with alcohol. He couldn't get away he was trapped. The Egyptian moved his head down and clasped his lips around Ryou's arousal, listening with pleasure as he whimpered at the touch. But no matter how much he whimpered or pleaded, Marik was going to make him his own. Ryou just hoped he could get through this without Bakura finding out.
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Author's Notes: Okay so another good place to leave you in suspense… sort of. Plus, 10 chapters are a much rounder number that 9 so next chapter WILL, I repeat WILL, be the last! But don't worry I'm working on another story so keep your eyes open! REVIEW!