Clash Between Two Worlds
Chapter 7: What's Yours Is Mine

A grunt came from Bakura, showing how uninterested he was in where the conversation was leading. Placing his head back down against the angel's shoulder, his eyes half – lidded themselves as he began to drift back into his thoughts. He hadn't had the angel long, really… just two days. And yet… he had been feeling something inside of him flashing through his body each time he glanced at the stupid angel.

That's just what he was too.

A stupid angel that didn't know the first thing about protecting himself, judging by his earlier actions with those blasted Pistrix. Argh, that pissed him off so much! That idiot had nearly lost his life with his little stunt out the window and just about cost him his own in the process of trying to rescue him. He should hate him, he really should… he should feel a burning hatred towards the little brat and should want to hurt him for everything he's done and all the trouble he's caused…

His grip unconsciously tightened around Ryou.

…But he didn't. That's not how he felt and that made him even angrier. He didn't feel the rage he should be feeling, and if he did, it was on impulse and then gone a moment later. Why was this happening? The confusion that was inside of him was enough to drive him insane and he let out a small growl because of it.

Lifting his head quickly when he felt the angel's head jerk sharply against his, Bakura snarled, a dull throb echoing across his temple.

"What the hell…" His hiss was cut off when his eyes brought him the sight of Malik jerking his angel's face back towards him and kissing him roughly. A numb feeling suddenly spread through his limbs, his blood feeling as though it was on fire.

"What the hell?"

Ryou was squirming in the other angel's tight grip on his jaw; his eyes clenched shut and the beginnings of tears welling up in his dark lashes. Bakura felt a deep snarl escape from his chest, his legs twisting around to support his body upon one knee, his other leg bent to rest the white- haired angel against as he ripped him away from the blonde male.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing." His voice was on dangerous level as he glared icily at the angel, his arm wrapped possessively around the younger boy, now quivering against his chest. "Don't you dare touch what is mine."

Malik gave the demon a smug look, before moving in again, this time moving past the smaller boy and putting his face a mere inch from Bakura's. His light violet eyes held mischief in them, his smirk only growing as he placed a hand against the demon's chest.

"Why do you have to be such a hard ass, 'Kura…" The blonde shifted slightly as he spoke, sifting through snowy locks with his nose, before pressing his lips against a pale ear. He let his tongue slip out from between his lips to carefully play around the edges, teasingly nipping here and there. "…Don't you want to share with us?"

A soft growl was ushered next to his other ear, hot breath tickling him faintly. Bakura snarled and swatted Marik away with the back of his free hand. He could feel the sneaky angel's hand making its way over onto Ryou's stomach, while the other demon pressed his lean body against his own, his mouth moving to venture across his throat.

"Get off me!" Bakura was in no mood to be toyed with and his temper was flaring as they continued.

This was his own home and he would be damned some more if he wasn't in full control at all times!

Catching his hand against the blonde angel, Bakura pushed him away roughly, sending him onto his back, pale wings spread on instinct. Ignoring the cry of surprise from the younger, the albino turned his attention on the demon, which now had his tanned arms snaked around his neck. Turning his head to come nose to nose with Marik, Bakura switched the angel into his other arm, a dark smirk crossing his features.

Marik's eyes dropped their playful and lusting gaze, gaining a slight look of confusion when he saw the reflection of fire in the other's mahogany irises. That was just the reflection of the fire behind him… wasn't it?

Bakura's eyes narrowed further as his smirk grew.

"Get out."

The voice of Malik made Ryou jump with surprise and look over to his left.

"Your pants!"

Blinking stupidly for a moment, Marik grunted in puzzlement, before the smell of smoke wafted up to his nose. Looking down, his dark eyes widened and his teeth ground together, seeing that the rim of his black pants had caught aflame. Bakura let his head fall back with a deep laugh as Malik crawled over to the other blonde, raising a hand to try and pat out the flame. The violet – eyed fiend swiped at his pants as well, black shadows seeming to snake around his waist and extinguish the heat completely.

Bakura continued to chuckle to himself and he rose to his feet, the angel being pulled up as well. The arm around his chest disappeared and Ryou stood on shaky legs, the presence of the other angel and demon so close to him still unnerving. He was suddenly jerked forward by the wrist, his large brown eyes darting from the two blondes to his captor, who was pulling him towards the open doorway.

"I trust you know your way out by now?" He called over his shoulder.

"But, Bakuraaaaa!" Malik's voice rang out into the hallway, which Ryou was still being led down.

"Shut up, Malik, and get out!" Bakura shook his head as he walked, a frown on his face.

Fucking blondes…

Ryou kept silent as they walked, the only sound being a soft jingling around his ankles. He felt the pressure around his wrist loosen some, which he found slightly odd. Wasn't Bakura concerned that he might try escaping again? It did seem that he was prone to doing it with every chance he got, so wouldn't he be more on guard? It was like the demon trusted him not to run from him or something… hah, where would he run anyways? Out a window? Real good that did him last time…

The last part of his thoughts made the younger boy smile faintly in sadness, his mind still clouded enough for him not to realize that Bakura had stopped walking and that he had started past him. Feeling another tug on his wrist, this time backwards, Ryou stopped walking and looked up, seeing an empty hallway. Turning his head, the angel found the demon to be staring at him with an unreadable expression. He did notice, however, that the long horns in his hair were gone.

It was a moment before the demon took a breath and spoke.

"What was that noise."

Ryou shifted slightly under the unwavering gaze of the demon, his own eyes dropping to the floor. "What noise?"

Bakura watched as white wings drooped low on the floor, the soft sound floating through the air again. "That noise."

The angel lifted his gaze to stare at the demon's chest, his brows slanted in confusion. Flickering his gaze further upward, he asked in a quiet voice, "Do you mean my… my majiwaru?"

Leaning over swiftly, Bakura wrapped his fingers around one of the other male's ankle and, before Ryou knew it, he was hanging upside down, staring at the demon's pant leg. Letting out a cry of surprise, the angel fluttered his wings nervously with short jerks, his arms outstretched, only to have his fingertips graze the carpeted floor.

"Hnn…" Bakura let out a soft hum from the back of his throat, watching as two golden circlets settled against his hand as he held the boy up, watching the color reflect in the torches light. "Do they actually represent something or, uh… what?"

Ryou craned his neck to look up at the demon, the blood rushing to his head starting to make him feel dizzy. "Yes! They… they are used for mating purposes! Please let me down now, I'm getting extremely dizzy…"

A smirk slowly began to spread across Bakura's lips, his fangs visible to emphasize his more demonic intentions. Using his other hand, the spiky – haired male carefully slipped one of the bands from the pale foot, Ryou's body suddenly squirming in his hand.

"No!" Ryou's other foot kicked uselessly, trying to knock the anklet from his hand. "I'm not aloud to remove those until I've chosen my mate! Give it back!"

Bakura's smirk widened as he heard this, his eyes never leaving the circlet as he studied the thin symbols engraved around the edges. He let go of the boy's ankle, ignoring the surprised cry as the angel thudded to the ground. He could make good use of this…

White bangs were quickly brushed from anxious brown eyes as he got to his feet, a slightly pain in his leg making him wince as he moved quickly to catch up with the demon. Placing a hand on his bicep, Ryou tried to turn the older man to face him, his voice taking on a pleading tone. "Please! You don't understand! I need that back, it's important to me!"

Turning his head, dark brown eyes seemed to flash red for a moment as he glanced down at the angel, making the younger gasp and stop walking. A cruel smile spread across Bakura's face as he placed the golden ring to one of the clips on his belt.

"All the more reason to take it from you."