Clash Between Two Worlds
Chapter 6: Son Of Heartbreak

The room seemed to be increasing in temperature with every passing second. He flushed such a dark crimson, he wasn't sure his natural pale tone would ever return. He could feel his heart hammering away inside his ribcage so much that it was beginning to ache. It was quite the opposite for his hands though, for they had begun to lose their feeling and go numb. His mind raced with sudden thoughts and questions, each demanding to be answered first.

Was this right? Was this wrong? Who was there to stop him if he chose to respond to a demon in such an intimate way? What did he even think he was doing? No, this… he couldn't! Not with a demon… not ever! It was wrong! What was he thinking! Everything… everything he had been brought up to believe, to go by, to think was right and what was wrong… what was going on?

As the angel was lost momentarily in these thoughts, Bakura took this as hesitation and inexperience, which only seemed to egg the darker male on. He moved in closer, pressing his lips harder against the others. Moving a hand onto the angel's bare chest, his fingers gently caressed the soft skin, before moving up to touch his delicate neck. Ryou responded at once, a small noise coming from the back of his throat as he raised a single hand to press against the demon's chest, trying to push him off.

Ryou was suddenly on his back and he let out a squeak of surprise, the heavier body atop him moving to lie over him. A gentle force pressed against his lips and the angel realized it was the others tongue seeking entrance. Panic now settling in, Ryou pressed both hands against the demon's chest, twisting his head away and breaking the kiss with a gasp.

The lighter male stared up at the elder with frightened brown orbs, trying to catch the breath that had been stolen from him. Dark mahogany stared back, his features expressionless, except for his mouth; his lips parted gently, drawing in his own slightly heavy breaths.

Lifting his eyes for a moment, Ryou's mind brought back a new question, one that had been bothering him for some time now. This, he hoped, would also change the subject, silly as it sounded. He knew it was a stupid idea and wasn't very likely to work, but he was willing to try just about anything to get the frisky demon off of him. Opening his mouth, he stumbled over his words, his voice strangely high and tight, "I… I … uhm… wh-what are… th-those…?"

He raised a trembling hand to point up towards the demon's head.

Leaning his weight against one arm, Bakura lifted his other hand to his hair, running his fingers along one of the horns that had extended back out in to the open. His parted lips twisted into a smirk, though his eyes held no look of threat within them.

"What do you think they are?" He retorted, his smirk fading as he stared down at the angel, who shook his head quickly.

"I-I… I don't know!"

Bakura brought his hand down to rest back against the side of angel's head, trailing his fingers gently through his white locks.

"It either means I'm angry…"

Ryou flinched at this, turning his head away again. Bakura tilted his chin back towards him.

"Or, it means I really… really… like something." He lowered himself enough to catch the startled boy's lips with his own again.

Ryou gasped, just enough for Bakura to slip his tongue back into his mouth. The angels' eyes widened, the body on top of his own leaning further in, pinning him to the floor. Shaking his head, Ryou broke his lips away again, squirming underneath the weight.

"B-Bakura…!" The demon's body shifted, his lower body rubbing roughly against Ryou, making the angel gasp, "No!"

As the smaller boy began to thrash around, Bakura reached for the right appendage, wrapping his fingers around the white-feathered humerus, pulling and pressing his thumb up against the bone. Ryou let out a short scream, arching himself sideways and instantly trying to pull his trapped wing from the others painful grasp.

"Stop moving." The command was spoken in a hiss, pressure on the bone increasing to the point where the angel was sure it would snap right in two.

Instinct told him to do as the voice above him instructed and that's exactly what he did.

For the time being, anyhow.

Keeping his entire body in a standstill, Ryou couldn't help the few shivering spasms that wracked his body every few seconds out of fear. He bit into his lower lip with a whimper, squeezing his eyes shut when another sharp pain rippled up into his back. "Please… okay, I… please, it hurts!"

The uncomfortable pressure eased slightly, a hand slipping under his chin to turn his face again. Brown eyes met for a moment, before Bakura looked up, his gaze focused on what Ryou figured was the door. Listening closer, the angel heard what was causing the demon's brows to slant.

Muffled voices were coming from behind the door, seeming to be getting closer. A short laugh erupted from behind the door; a bang was heard, a thud ending it all.

Bakura sat up completely at the sudden noise, a soft growl emitting from his throat at the sight that greeted him.

The door he had thought the angel had shut was now wide open, Malik and Marik sprawled out on the floor, the elder now stripped of his shirt and laying on his back, hands above his head. Malik had rolled over from his side to his stomach, his wings ruffling and flexing slightly as he looked over at the other blonde.

"You're an asshole, Marik." He chuckled out, carefully pushing himself to his feet. He shook his golden feathers with a snap of air, before folding them neatly against his back again.

"Yeah, I – " Marik was cut off by another voice, as he sat up, one hand to his head

"Get out."

Ryou looked up at the male towering above him, a shiver of fear flowing through him again at the sight. He knew that he didn't want to be caught in the middle of a demonic fight. If there was anything he had learned back home, it was that a demon was not something you go out of your way to provoke a fight with, nor get mixed up with.

But… home…

"Get out, now!"

"Aw, but 'Kura, you said get a room that wasn't yours!" Marik looked at the other demon, a playful smirk running across his lips as he stared into glaring brown eyes.

"They're all mine, you idiot!"

The snarl above him brought the angel back, sharp teeth making his heart clench and his stomach twist. Turning his body onto his side, Ryou glanced at the two blondes for a moment, before trying his luck in slipping out from under the demon, only to be caught back against a solid chest in one swift motion.

"No!"

The cry was torn from his throat before he knew what he had said, the feeling of being trapped flooding his mind, his instincts screaming at him to get away. His hands gripped the arm with such force that his knuckles began to turn white from the pressure and he was sure he must have been drawing blood. But at the feeling of the arm across his upper chest tightening, the angel stopped fidgeting and his fingers eased up slightly, his eyes closing. He took in a deep, shuddering breath, trying to relax his body that seemed to be locking down against all forms of calming down. If he stayed calm in this predicament with the silver – haired demon, the fiend wouldn't be rough with him, he reasoned with himself. The sad thing was, Ryou knew that was exactly what Bakura intended for him to think and this was exactly what he wanted him to do. The thought of him as some kind of dog who could learn new tricks for the demon made his stomach tighten.

"Heyyy…" Marik's voice floated across the silent room, a hint of humor to it, "That's a neat trick you did, 'Kura! Making him go all quiet and shit on you with just one move… wish I could get him to do that." He motioned to Malik, who swatted him on the back of the head with a scowl as he walked past.

Stopping in front of the two white – haired males, Malik knelt down, his lavender eyes focused on the trembling angel under the demon's arm. Glancing up at Bakura, he asked, "Where did you find him?"

Bakura let a crack of a smirk cross his lips, nuzzling his nose below the corner of the angel's jaw and blowing warm air onto the skin as the pale neck tilted away slightly. "An evening's flight had never been so exciting… " He nearly purred, "He was all alone when I found him, trailing the same current I was on above the Northern Barrier, as fate would have it…"

"The Northern Barrier? What were you doing up there, looking to start the next war? You know Demons are forbidden past the External Gate."

"Yes, I do know, Angel." Bakura spat the last part, his eyes had narrowed again and his voice trailing the verge of dangerous as he glared at the younger blonde. "That's why I chased him back. We demons aren't as foolish as you creatures tend to think we are."

Ryou whimpered at the memory of his last moments of freedom, small shivers being sent down his spine at the feeling of the others breath still against his neck. He flinched when a different hand brushed against his cheek, a small growl coming from over his shoulder. He didn't open his eyes to look at the angel in front of him or to look at Bakura; he was finding little comfort in any of the presences in the room.

And that angel… he didn't know what to think of him. Was he good? Was he bad? Could he help him get out of this place? But he was so… intimate with that other demon, Marik… angels and demons… they are not suppose to mix! He had learned that at a young age from the elder angels… if an angel was found to have relations with a demon, even on a friend – to – friend basis… the punishment was banishment… maybe…

He was coaxed from his thoughts again by the hand that was at his cheek, one on each side now. The hands were warm against his face, warm and gentle… he opened his eyes.

Soft lavender orbs were boring into his with an intent gaze, the tanned features of his face twisted in a thoughtful expression as he held the angel's head between his hands. Flickering his gaze to his left, Ryou saw that Marik had taken a seat near the still – crackling fire, just a few inches from Malik's side. Inhaling deeply, Malik finally opened his mouth after a moment's silence.

"You are the only son of Shitsui."

Ryou's eyes widened slightly, his mouth dropping open a bit to close and then open again a moment later, "How…"

"You are the only son of Shitsui." He repeated, "Are you or aren't you."

"I-I… I am."

"Who the hell's Shitsui…" Bakura's voice came out as a mutter, his arm still locked possessively across the angel's chest. He looked up from the pale shoulder he had been resting his head against, half listening to the blonde angel and half lost in his own thoughts. He draped his other arm across the angel's stomach, effectively pulling the other into his lap to be in a more comfortable position.

Malik shook his head, his gaze faulting to the floor for a moment, before quickly returning to stare into Ryou's eyes, "No one I want to talk about."