This is likely the last of my more timely updates. School is about to start, and I blew off loads of summer homework. Also, senior year is a B^+]#, so likely I won't have time to update once a week like I have been. Such is life, but the story shall go on!
Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative; in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself. -T. S. Eliot
Melvin barely registered the shouts from behind him. The large male turned to face his brother and another man that greatly resembled the one he was holding by the neck. The Egyptian really did not know what was going on, but when he saw the cruel eyes of the other white-haired male, he turned back to see the beautiful eyes of the one he held. The rage he carried for the small man subdued as the gears in his head began to turn.
"What the fuck is going on?!" Melvin bellowed, practically throwing Ryo on the floor.
"What's going on is you trying to hurt my brother over nothing!" Bakura yelled back.
Marik punched Bakura in the jaw, causing Bakura to stumble backwards from the surprise hit. "You call robbing something precious to us nothing?! Maybe if you did not want your brother to get hurt on accident you should not have fucked with people that can fuck back!" Marik would normally keep his temper controlled at least a little better in most situations, but whatever Bakura had in his eyes sparked the fireworks of emotion Marik did not even know he had. Something in those fiery orbs told Marik to not hold back his emotions, like their eyes just knew each others' feelings just by sight.
Bakura's stumble was short lived as he quickly regained his senses. Instinct kicked in, and Bakura went in for a swift blow to Marik's stomach, the same sore area Melvin attacked the previous night. Marik went down to his knees and cradled the already weak spot, but knew he had to get back up. Bakura already planned to launch a kick at the fallen Egyptian.
Melvin rushed in and kicked Bakura before he managed to land his hit to Marik's face. Bakura retracted his leg and reverted to holding out his fists.
"Want to fight me, huh?" Bakura coyly asked, smirk not leaving his face.
"No, I want to destroy you to the point the police won't even want to bother sending you to jail because nothing they do will compare to me." Melvin held up his own fists and went in for a hard attack on Bakura's jugular.
Ryo gasped at the hits Bakura was taking. Sure, his brother landed a few, but the fight was bound to land Bakura in the hospital. Ryo's upper body still hurt from Melvin, but he could not simply watch his brother get pulverized. Ryo moved his legs to the other three in a worried rush. Tea had left to the main building, but if she or someone else came they would call the police and get the four in major trouble. Granted, Ryo was scared out of his mind of the two strangers, but he still ran to the taller one and clung on his waist, halting an outgoing kick.
"Please, stop it!" Ryo begged squeezing the man tightly. "Please!"
Melvin lifted his leg and tried swatting it around, but Ryo remained. The temperamental man already had enough of Ryo's getting in the way, but a pang of something that was not anger nor a fist also hit his chest when he looked down to see Ryo's pleading eyes. "Get the hell off of me, you bug!" he ordered trying to kick the boy off.
Ryo buried his face into Melvin's leg to wipe away stray tears. The boy looked up and inhaled a long breath before quickly begging, with tears already falling, his desperate plea. "Please stop hurting him! I-I can't let you hurt him! I kn-know he is not th-the best person, but he is-isn't BAD! My brother wouldn't j-just steal things. He steals t-to help me and him live," he grew more quiet towards the end, but he was not done. Once again Ryo's tear-gleaming, innoncent, begging eyes looked up into Melvin's annoyed and confused ones. Ryo knew something changed.
Ryo gave Bakura a look that explained that the brother better not interfere before letting go and going on his hands and knees pathetically. "You can hurt me all you want, but don't call the police. Bakura is all I have left. I'll pay you back, and you can beat me all you want so please don't take him away. He's all I have. He … is all I have," Ryo stated in a soft voice, but with a slightly fierce blaze in his eyes.
"You can't possibly be serious? They are the ones that should be taken away for disturbing the peace and violent accusation!" Bakura yelled to his brother, wincing a bit at the force he used when trying to get up.
"No! You do not steal anymore! You do not deserve to be punished. You only stole to help me, so I have to do this, Bakura! Let me help you for once," Ryo cried out, still on his hands and knees.
Marik scoffed, but silently acknowledged his guilt. Not only would he likely have been kicked out of the college if he had been caught making a ruckus, but he also would have jeopardized the job of an innocent man. Marik knew Ryo would be too good natured to turn in Marik for all the trouble he sparked, so the bitter Egyptian decided to take some pity on him alone and reached a hand out for the other to get on his feet. Bakura, on the other hand, deserved no pity, and Marik punched him back down on his way to Ryo. The Egyptian would save his vengeance for Bakura at a more apropos time in a more controlled method.
Just as Marik leaned down to help Ryo up, Melvin shoved his brother away. "Leave the little wuss there," Melvin dryly spat out, already turned around and avoided facing the other makes. "We're leaving. We can deal with them later!" Melvin growled before dragging his shocked brother to the exit. Surprisingly Melvin had not landed another blow on either Ryo or even Bakura before leaving.
Ryo coughed and collapsed on the ground. Bakura limped over and punched his brother on the arm, albeit not too hard. The twins' eyes locked briefly, but Ryo turned away first. "I'm sorry," he whispered, knowing what angered Bakura.
"Idiot! You are not the one that should be apologizing! Are you bloody challenged?! You begged those idiots to beat you for what?! What did you accomplish?!" If Bakura felt any less beat up, he would throttle his brother.
Ryo looked at his brother and opened his mouth to speak, but another, more feminine voice cut him off.
"What happened?!" Tea yelled in a panic, rushing over to the twins. "What happened to you to? Are you alright?"
"I feel bruises forming on my whole bloody body, and I think a damn rib is broken. Other than that I feel peachy after just being assaulted in a bloody LIBRARY," the venom in Bakura's sarcasm made Tea visibly wince, but she perked up quickly.
"What did they look like? Did they take your money? What could they have wanted? Do you know if they plan to come back? Oh, jeez! I need to get you guys major help!" Tea took out her cell phone and dialed her friends. Most of them worked or lived on campus, too engrossed in the idea of never leaving each other, and assured her they would come soon.
"There's no need to worry. B-Bakura and I have had worse. He was joking about the rib. T-tell them to not bother," Ryo pleaded, eyes big and puffy. "I'll take him to the clinic."
"Nonsense! We are friends, and friends don't let other friends suffer alone. Let us carry you to the clinic!"
"N-no, please. Friends should respect each others' wishes and trait each other, r-right? Just go and take care of the library. I think me and Bakura... We have to clock out early, okay?" Ryo asked better able to ignore his slight pain. Bakura received a much harsher treatment, so his main concern was getting the stubborn man help, which he would refuse from anyone but himself.
Bakura scoffed at getting any help from anyone, but then felt a pain jab his torso and chest, and he wondered if maybe he did have a broken rib. Bakura was sure that would be proper punishment for his continuous sarcastic comments. Regardless of his pain, Bakura kept any more thoughts and comments to himself until Tea finally left, trusting Ryo's judgement.
"I'll fill in his hours for today myself, okay? Let's just pretend he got a good five today, so don't even think if bringing him back tomorrow!" Tea clipped as she walked away, going back to her normal duty.
Bakura glared at his twin before speaking, "You aren't really going to take me to a bloody clinic, are you?"
"Well, I can't leave your wounds unattended. Who knows what those guys did to you!"
"Just take me home! At least I can rest there, and we have a first aid kit if you're so bothered."
Ryo wanted to dispute more, but the words died on his tongue. Knowing Bakura, Ryo assumed that the twin would insist on walking home. If the wounded brothers wanted to reach their flat by dusk, then they would have to start quickly. Ryo knew walking so much was a horrible idea, but they had no money for a taxi nor would Bakura's pride accept any rides.
"Let's just go, alright?" Ryo said in a dull voice. The sweet boy hooked one arm under Bakura's, and Bakura grabbed the other's waist.
"Start walking," Bakura commanded trying to steady his steps. The two had a long way home.
[M*S]
To say Marik was enraged with his brother would be an understatement. Just as Marik planned to apologize, his idiot brother dragged him away. For what? To use the toilet! The first place Melvin ran to once he left the library was the restroom just around the corner of the exiting hall.
"Damn you, Melvin! You could not hold it in?" Marik's angry tone seethed from the other side of he stall Melvin was in. The blond heard Melvin unzip his pants, but also a thud on the stall wall Marik leaned on. "The hell are you doing in there?!"
Melvin only released a pleasured gasp in reply. The stall wall shook a bit as another gasp escaped Melvin's lips. Marik turned in shock and confusion. People would not normally sound so happy using the restroom, so what was his brother doing? Once Melvin growled out a moan, Marik's curiosity possessed him and looked through the stall's outrageously thick gaps.
"You sick pervert! What are you doing in there?!"
"Shut up!" Melvin groaned out as if struggling for breath. "I …" but he never finished the statement because a moan cut the man off.
Marik refrained from even bothering to talk to his twin. Clearly jacking off in a public restroom mattered more to the idiot Egyptian. When another student came in the use the restroom, Marik merely gave him a bored look and mouthed, "Bad pizza" to which the student nodded in solemn agreement. Marik figured out not to eat the school pizza, at least.
Melvin cared not about anything outside his small stall due to the still throbbing erection in his hands. The blond hardly ever needed to actually masturbate because normally his tastes were so picky no woman could arouse him long enough, yet with every stroke the image of a certain white-haired male came and made him even more needy. Of course Melvin really was not too engrossed about figuring out his sexuality dilemma while he still focused most thoughts through his lower head. Marik should be grateful Melvin managed enough brainpower to at least make it to an almost-secluded restroom.
Melvin just did not let up. Marik should be happy that they would share the gene for endurance like that, but the older of the twins began to worry. No other students remained in the area, but still Marik feared getting caught. Obviously the two had done worse on the campus not even an hour prior, but it still nagged at his conscience. Hell, the stalls even smelled like marijuana, but that did not mean Marik wanted to be a part of the delinquent crowd. Melvin needed to hurry and stop being an idiot.
Marik opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by an elongated moan. Melvin masturbated whenever and wherever he wanted at home, but he hardly ever made a sound. The only clues to what Melvin had done were the white creamy stains on whatever happened to be in his line of fire. Hearing his brother legitimately arousednever seemed possible before the less-than-normal day.
Melvin knew he was getting closer when he began to think of Ryo beneath him again, squirming like he had when the taller male held him up. Melvin remembered the eyes that screamed, "taint me!" taunting him in every fantasy position he imagined. Despite how sweet the chocolate orbs looked, Melvin saw what the eyes had seen. The eyes knew cruelty and truths of the world Melvin either had not experienced or could never understand. When Ryo pleaded on his knees and their eyes met, no fear for himself was displayed. Melvin only saw a blaze that no hurricane could extinguish. Melvin felt the heat, trapped in the flames, and wanted to embrace the fire with hot passion. No one ever looked at Melvin so long-fully and without fear.
Worst part was how close Ryo inched to Melvin's crotch. From the time Melvin saw the lad, he intended to fuck the boy over but with the version that meant violence. Melvin developed the anger into undeniable lust for Ryo. If Melvin hesitated to leave even a moment later, he would not have left until he claimed the mesmerizing, kneeling, begging creature at his feet. Anything Melvin did would have been Ryo's fault for squirming enough to accidentally rub against each other and almost burying his head into Melvin's crotch.
Melvin opted out of rape to masturbate in a public restroom, the latter not being a good idea but better than the former. He kept fantasizing with every swift stroke of his erection. Melvin never thought of it before, but for the first time he imagined himself plunging inside of Ryo, a pale leg over a bronze shoulder while the pale boy was tilted sideways, clawing at a tab back as they leaned their bodies near each other. What made the scene so different from any other sexual fantasy was the fact Melvin engaged in a deep, long, and needykiss. Melvin initiated the kiss, and wanted more than anything than to merely feel the soft pink flesh against his skin in reality. In all his hormonal years, Melvin never thought a kiss mattered in sex because it was never as good as the actual fucking. Melvin never imagined any kiss, certainly not one in such details, and especially never initiated the action in the scene in his head.
Melvin imagined Ryo's lips on his needy member instead of his own hand. Melvin looked down and, crazily enough, remembered what it felt like to have Ryo stare up at him from a similar position. That briefest memory/fantasy brought Melvin finally over the edge as he shot his orgasm out like a powerful geyser along with a low and hitched moan.
Melvin panted and tried to level out his heartbeat before he tried to clean up the mess. Most of his fluids landed in the toilet, but some of the murky substance landed on his hands and on the seat. Gabbing a handful of the toilet paper, Melvin smeared off whatever he cared about from his hands and some off the seat. When it really came down to it, Melvin hand no care if another guy sat on his semen, or what was on his hands, but without at least a semblance of cleaning Marik would obviously yell his head off.
Once Marik heard a flush from behind he snapped back to reality. Since listening to Melvin masturbating was not appealing, and the blond could not leave his brother, Marik drifted into his thoughts to ignore his younger twin. Marik, too, thought of one of the white-haired males, but not the one Melvin clearly cared about. "His name was Bakura," Marik murmured to himself. That name had to be unique enough to find information.
"What are you talking about?" Melvin butted in, zipping up his pants after he walked out of the stall.
"The thief. His name is Bakura. I didn't catch the other one's name when he said it," Marik said with a casual shrug. "I do not need that one. It is not the one that matters."
Melvin snarled and slammed a fist near Marik's face, causing clear damage to the stall. "He does matter! Didn't you see him? He fucking begged for us to not hurt his twin. Doesn't that hit a little close to home?" he urged trying to imply the unspoken memory.
Melvin was not done with his rant and continued, "Of all the people I've ever messed up, they always begged for their OWN mercy. Puny wuss actually did something as girly as begging, but he …" Melvin stopped talking. Instead of a looking cocky or livid with a smirk or snarl, the Egyptian looked thoughtful with a even face. "I want to know his name. He matters. Both of them matter. They matter to each other. We can't turn in the bastard that robbed us. If we did that then we'd be the biggest hypocrites in the world."
Marik wanted to argue that just because oneseemed innocent did not constitute that the other was guiltless, but that would have been pointless. Melvin, maybe for the first time in his life, was right. Both had seen the earnest look in the pleading boy's eyes. Turning in Bakura would not fix anything. If nothing else would work, the tanned males could threaten the male by not turning him in to get their item back. Not turning in the twin would mean the two would stay together. Not turning in Bakura meant the other's happiness, which seemed to be what Melvin was after.
"Let us just go home for now. We can look them up on the school computers later. I think the library is closed by now, and I am tired. Wash your hands, though," the older commanded seeing a bit of the dried substance on Melvin's fingertips.
"Whatever. You bitch about everything." Melvin still did wash his hands, but he threw the paper towel he used to dry off on the floor. "Let's go."
[M*S]
"How many more bloody blocks are there?!" Bakura barked at his brother. Bakura leaned on his brother for support, but that did not mean he could actually make it to their home. Most often Bakura had enough tricks to win any fight with hardly any hits touching him, but the foreign males seemed to know his counter every attack.
Ryo sighed and shook his head. "You know that answer. I'm sure we can make it soon. We just need to keep walking." Even Ryo thought his pep talk sounded rather forced and dumb. Anything else would just be a lie or unrelated.
The boy desperately wished he and his brother could afford a singe car. The sidewalk cracked in several areas areas and jabbed upwards, making the walk far from smooth. Some blocks just had worn dirt and others had bad drivers that would practically aim for pedestrians. The cars that drove by the two walking males were no Lincolns or Mercedes Bends, but at least they weren't in the shabbiest part of their journey where one could not even trust if the rundown vehicles were even legally obtained. Walking, especially when beaten to a sore pulp, never really made Ryo happy. Part of the reason for wanting Bakura to work with him was to no have to be alone both to and fro the college; clearly that did not work out like he wanted.
The boys finally came into an intersection and pushed the button for the pedestrians to walk. Being about 5:30 or so, the boys unluckily hit rush hour. Ryo never chanced walking before the little white man made from light dots across the street signaled him to, and carrying Bakura made it even less wise. Ryo tested his patience waiting for the okay signal. Worse was that not only did they need to cross forward, but also go to the right. Ryo groaned at the thought of waiting twice for their turn to commute. The boy would wait forever to go!
"Let's just cross it. I don't see any cars just yet. We have time," Bakura suggested, making a small move forward.
"What?! No way. With how slow we are now, we would be run over!"
"Too bad. I'm doing it anyway."
Bakura did begin his trekking forward, and, ironically, the walker signal had just come on. The problem was that even though the signal came out, it hardly lasted more than eight seconds and Bakura and Ryo only made it to the middle of the freeway before the cars on the other side were allowed to drive.
Before either males even had time to blink, loud screeching noises pierced their eardrums. Bakura flinched his head away when he felt cool metal barely graze an arm, but he assumed that the driver just barely stopped in time. Bakura turned his gaze to see two motorcyclist halted near them. Only one set of fresh skid marks were made, so the rider slightly farther back must not have been so suddenly halted. The tires on sleek red motorcycle touching Bakura's arm seemed smoothed and smoking from a dangerous turn and halt. Both riders wore dark helmets, so neither twin saw their faces until they tossed the headgear aside. Bakura almost decked the rider right then, but the man stopped him.
"Stop! You need to be examined. You could have been hit harder than I saw. Let me take you to the hospital!" Marik commanded, gesturing to the cycle. Even if Marik instantly hated the man, he needed to find him regardless, and the wounds were caused by him.
"Like bloody hell! If you cared about my well being, you'd have not attacked me to begin with, then we wouldn't be in this situation!"
"It is not my fault! The light was green before I even got near it, so I had not bothered to look for you. If you are so upset you would let me make it up to you by taking you to a hospital!"
"You attack me and try to run me over, yet you think I'll trust you to take me to a hospital? You must be a complete and utter nutcase!" Bakura yelled. Many cars were honky at the males, but neither Marik nor Bakura cared or noticed.
Melvin finally stepped into the scene and grabbed Bakura by the shirt. "You stupid?! You can hardly walk and we're trying to be fucking nice! Get on the damn bike and stopping being such a whiny asshole!
"Sod off! I didn't ask for any help."
"Bakura, you need to calm down," Ryo said timidly to his brother. The male turned to the other males and bowed as best he could without his knees succumbing to gravity."We just can't. We can't afford a hospital visit. I'm sorry for the trouble, but we need to walk home now before another person really does run us over from annoyance." Bakura rolled his eyes when Ryo gave a small wave goodbye to the complete strangers.
Ryo held Bakura carefully and took small steps to get across the busy street before he felt arms wrap under his knees and back
"Wh-what?" Ryo gasped out when he looked into crazed purple eyes.
"Do not waste our time by arguing! We hardly ever act nice, so don't let that be in vain. Marik, you drive with the Bitchy Asshole," Melvin stated grabbing Bakura and setting him on Marik's bike.
"What?! Why should I drive this ungrateful jerk anywhere now?!" Marik protested.
"Because I want to take the actually cute one," Melvin retorted pushing Ryo in front of his sleek black bike's seat.
"But we can't-"
"Shut up, idiot. You ride with me. You two're too hurt to walk home so far. My apartment-" Melvin heard Marik cough, "-Marik's apartment is right down the street, not that your brother doesn't already know that." Melvin glared at the stranger on Marik's bike coldly when he finished.
Before Ryo or Bakura could hop off the motorcycles or protest more, Melvin and Marik started their engines and drove down the road to their apartment. Melvin sat behind Ryo so that the weakened boy would not fall and get hurt while Marik barely cared if Bakura even tried to hold on for the ride. Melvin leaned onto Ryo's shivering back, and felt his heart pace quicken. Marik made sharp turns just to loosen his passenger's grip on his hurt stomach. Clearly both Egyptians acted differently to their pale passengers, but thankfully Melvin had not lied when he said the ride would be short.
"Um … Am I supposed to feel my stomach in my mouth?" Ryo mumbled, wobbling off the bike without noticing Melvin steadying him with hands on his hips.
"Maybe the first time. If you feel that sick then it is a good thing you came. I can try to treat your wounds when we get inside," Marik replied thinking only of helping Ryo and forgetting about Bakura.
"You twits! Take us home!" Balura commanded holding his head like it would otherwise explode. "Why do these things have to be so bloody loud?!"
Melvin smirked and picked Ryo up bridal style. "You two are coming inside. You have no choice. We have things we need to discuss," Melvin spoke in such an eerily calm voice Marik almost thought he was someone else. No one disputed with the very deranged male out loud. Everyone headed to the fourth floor with Ryo actually being carried against his will.
It's funny because Melvin still doesn't know Ryo's name. Does anyone in canon YGO, though? XD Poor chap.
Legitimate comments and reviews are the bomdiggity! If you dot leave one you will get nothing! NOTHING! DxAlso, if anyone is put off my Melvin's masturbating to fantasies of Ryo "at random" I'd like to defend myself and say that Ryo is adorable, and that Melvin is WEIRD. Screw getting to know someone before you screw them, right? ^.^;
POP QUIZ/REWARD QUIZ:
I have sentences for you dear readers! The first one to pm me with the grammatically correct answer gets their own … something! You need to explain why it's right, too; otherwise, you have a 1/4 chance. Conditions is that I can't hate it like wanting whatever the pairing for Mokuba/Bakura is because... It would not even be good if I tried. Regardless, here are your choices:
A) "Use this string of inviolable light and repair our wonderful world." the old woman instructed in her last feeble breaths.
B) "I cannot carry out such a hard mission!" A boy retorted sadly.
C) "You carry the light of the cosmos, my child," she stated with a gentle smile.
D) "Then I will take the precious string for all the joys under the realm of the burning sun", the boy whimpered just before the elder shut her eyes for the last time.
(I wanted the sentences to tell a story. Unless a made a typo, only one is grammatically correct.)