To my wonderful, lovely, and patient readers first I want to apologize to every one of you for my lack of updates, from now on I will try much harder to get the chapters out sooner. To the amazing reviewers:

The Yaoi Pimpette – Thank you very much, I'm glad you liked it and am sorry I made you wait so long when you just started reading it.

Shadow fairy princess – All will be revealed soon enough, but if you really want to know I can always PM you the answers.

Darth Mudkip – Fangasmed, lol, I feel like a elementary school kid speaking a bad word when I say that, I don't know why, just makes me crack up. I'm sorry I made you wait a long time again, I am terrible, I sorry. Answers will come soon..er or later.

Affy-Bakura – They erased everything from your computer, too? I was so mad! They didn't even tell me they were gonna do that L I could have.. well I couldn't have done anything because I couldn't even turn on my computer, but still! I'm glad you liked the chapter though.

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Demon in the Chapel

Chapter Five

His back is rigid against the door though his head is bowed, his breaths finally calming down from the huffs they were. He couldn't force himself back into that room, to embarrassed and ashamed that he had run out in the first place instead in his distress he had run back home, though he is locked out. The Auntie next door had called the child's father, for which he thanked her but when she offered for him to come inside he politely refused, he needed time alone. To think. He's not really alone though, maybe never will be, he can feel Marik's presence as if the teen was sitting there beside him, at first it was unnerving but he had adjusted, how much more will he adjust?

It doesn't matter! He has to keep reminding himself of that, he will do what he must to keep the teen safe, even if it turns him into a slave, because it's my fault. When had the boy started to trust the words of demon's anyways? They are beasts from hell that shouldn't be trusted.

The sound of footfall alerts the child and he lifts his head up from his bent knees, wiping his face for measures sake, he had been crying earlier, but he didn't want anyone to notice. He scrambles to his feet when he sees his father and moves out of the way. The jingling of keys is much too loud in the tense atmosphere, the lock drawing like thunder. There is not a word when the door is held open for Ryou and still nothing when his father also enters the apartment. No yelling or words of disapproval are directed towards the child, no, the adult just walks past him to his study, and that is much worse.

Ryou plays absentmindedly with his figurines in his room, Marik not at all having an influence on him since that morning and it almost makes him feel hollow as if his own emotions aren't enough to fill the cup anymore, he half-heartedly worries that the teen has left. He doesn't dwell on it nearly as long as he wished, being summoned to dinner by a few brisk knocks on his door.

The hallway is empty when he opens his door, his father will already be at the dinner table.

Nightly meals in this house are usually filled with only the tinging sound made by silverware hitting dishes and the rustling of papers for Mr. Bakura always brought his work with him to the table, so imagine the little boy's surprise when there is no stack of papers beside his father's plate. He only has a moment of hope, a second of a smile, before his dad looks up at him with exasperation, a firm frown on his lips; Ryou sits with dread heavy in the pit of his stomach. Just as soon as his butt meets seat does his father speak.

"I know it has not been long since the accident," the accident that took away Ryou's mom and sister, it's been seven months, only seven months, how can such a long time feel so short and also so stretched out? "But I have thought a lot about what is best for the both of us," the man continues, his eye's don't really meet his sons, instead he is looking over the child's head as he feeds him lies, "I will be going overseas for work again for a few months, Mrs. Adina from next door has agreed to watch over you."

The man might has well ripped his heart out right there, it hurts so much, too much for the child to even speak. His mother and sister are gone and now his father is also leaving him, it's too much for his heart to bear, and before he even realizes it he is shutting his door behind him and running to his bed to cry away the ache. He is not followed, but he isn't alone, a soothing warmth runs through him, Marik, his calming emotions do not stop Ryou's tears, but it makes him feel much, so much, less alone.

-Five Years Later-

Bronze skin and sounds of delight fill his senses, cries of pleasure echoing around the room, not his own but from the owner of the eyes of amethyst and before he can stop himself he is silencing those moans by pressing his lips to the soft ones below him. Hands grip onto him as he explores that hot cavern and it makes his body tingle and is amazing, so good. The boy below whines when the kiss is broken, he squirms and cries..

"Brother!"

Ryou jolts up, his face flush and breathing strained and shallow, sheets clutched tightly in his fisted hands. Echoes of the dream assault him and he grabs at his head as if that would force them out of his mind, when that doesn't work he falls to pleading-

"Marik, stop! Please stop," Ever since they ran into Malik a few months ago at the market he's been haunted by these dreams and worse it effects his body. His pleas are not just ignored, they are opposed, the flashes of tan flesh much more vivid and the moans louder in his ears, he groans when heat floods his body so overwhelmingly that his back arches and fingers twitch with need. "No. Not again, please," even as he quietly begs his hand is moving as if on its own accord.

Soon it's not just the urge he is fighting, but his own body and just as it always happens as of late he loses, he's too tired and too hot to keep on so he just allows Marik to do what he wishes.

The first touch to his most sensitive area sends jolts up his spine, the combined need of both souls occupying the body making the pleasure much more intense, almost unbearably so. The teen bites down on his lip to hold in the moans as he arches up into his own hand, his thoughts are back on Malik. Malik's lips, Malik's hair, his eyes, his waist, his hips; only Malik. Even as his stomach twists in disgust at the incest thoughts, his cock twitches with need at them.

Ryou pushes his fist in his mouth to muffle the sounds he is making for they are becoming out of control and the walls are thin.

That lithe body arches up, with teeth biting down so hard it could draw blood, as the boy soils his hand and lower stomach with his own sperm, his climax so good it almost hurts, but only leaving shame and misery behind.

The teen can feel the familiar burn of tears in his eyes, but he refuses to cry no matter how crappy he feels. Through his many years with Marik he has felt emotions he couldn't understand, learned secrets he didn't want to know, and endured experiences he was too young to abide, but this is the worst to him, nothing before has made him feel as dirty and sick. Maybe if it was someone else, an imaginary person, but he can't take it when it is his friend's face flashing before his eyes, the brother of the soul sharing his body, yet there is nothing he can do to stop it, it seems the longer Marik stays with him the more in control he is.

What started off as surges of emotion from the necklace turned into a subtle communication of the two with no words, then Ryou saw things that the other thought about as if their minds had connected, afterwards is when the teen's body started doing the older's bidding though Ryou could fight him off, now though, his body is just as much as Marik's as it is his.

The pale teen curls up and as much as he had tried to fight it, he can't help the large tears that spill down his cheeks, a comforting feeling surrounds him like a downy feeling, but he has none of that, sending all his rage to that necklace, and Marik knows for his presents turns apologetic.