Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Beauty Within Darkness ❯ Weddings and Tears ( Chapter 8 )

Beauty Within Darkness

Chapter 7

 

Ryou stirred, eyebrows furrowing in sleep. His eyes slowly blinked open and he uncurled from the ball he slept as, sheets bunching against his stomach. Yawning, Ryou scratched his head, still frowning. Something's not right. He thought and scanned his room for some kind of danger, or anything that seemed to be out of place for that matter. Finding nothing that might bother him, Ryou closed his eyes and fell back on the bed. I think going to Bran messed with my head.

 

He heaved a sigh and threw the covers off, getting up to stretch. A knock came to his chambers and Ryou blinked. “Yes?” He called.

 

“Master? I'm sorry to bother you, but there is a letter for you from Masters Malik and Yugi.” Ryou sighed and nodded to himself. “Yes, thank you Victoria.” He heard the maid leave and quickly dressed into black slacks and a white button up shirt, with a blood red sash across his hips.

 

He entered the hallway and made his way to the library.

 

There on an oak coffee table lay a brown envelope with Bakura family's seal and a small knife beside it. Ryou took the knife and quickly opened the letter, reading Yugi's neat writing.

 

Dearest Ryou,

 

Both Malik and me are worried about you greatly, hoping you are all right. I do not know, nor shall I question you, why you left so suddenly, but I wish you were here with us. I just wanted to share with you that Malik and I already signed the marriage papers. Now, before you go into shock, I must explain to you.

 

You see, the easiest way to keep both races in peace would be our highest status marrying their highest status. Which is Marik, Bakura, Yami and Malik, you, me. We agreed and I'm sorry if you don't agree, but it's already done. Marik proposed to Malik the night you left and Yami this morning. I also heard that Bakura went after you.

 

I'm sorry Ryou, but it's the only way and... I love Yami. He is kind, as is Marik and Bakura. Ryou snorted. Hope to see you soon, dear brother,

 

Yugi

 

Ryou flopped onto one of the soft armchairs and heaved an irritated sigh. “Dear God in heaven. What is this world coming to?”

 

He jumped almost to the ceiling, when a pair of arms wrapped around his shoulders. “I see you already read your letter.” Ryou relaxed slightly, looking quite depressed. “Yes, and I see last night was not a dream.”

 

Bakura frowned. “Oh, you mean---.”

 

“How could you?”

 

Bakura looked as if someone slapped him in the face. “Pardon?”

 

“I asked, `How could you?'” Ryou sounded broken, near tears. Bakura's hold tightened around the smaller boy, when he tried to struggle away. “I love you.” He whispered into his ear. “I love you.” Bakura tried to reassure Ryou of his feelings, but he would have none of it.

 

“Leave me alone, that's all I ask for.”

 

Bakura shook his head. “I can't. I...” Ryou snorted. “Why? Because we are to get married? No, it may sound corny, but I'm saving my heart for someone special!” Bakura winced. “Ryou...” He watched as the teen stormed out of the library. Finally, snapping out of it, he followed Ryou.

 

The young hunter led them to the vast ballroom. He walked up the dais and sat on one of the tall thrones, his legs dangling from one armrest and his back against the other one. “What are you still doing here? Why do you follow me?” Bakura felt quite intimidated by the cool stare younger boy was giving him. “Ryou. Please listen to me. I love you and I want you to come back to Bran...”

 

Ryou rolled his eyes. “Has it ever crossed your mind, that maybe I don't want to? I do not want to marry you. I do not want to go back to Bran and most certainly I do not want your love.” Ryou sighed. “I'm sorry Bakura, but find someone else.”

 

Ryou opened one eye lazily to find Bakura on top of him and growled. “Get off.” Bakura ignored him and leaned in. “I feel sorry for you. You're so young and you understand nothing.” Ryou scoffed. “I may be young, but I understand more than you ever could.” The vampire shook his head. “Now you're talking about Blaj and I was talking about responsibility and being grown up.” Ryou opened his mouth, but found Bakura's lips attached to his before he could utter a word.

 

Bakura's tongue found it's way into Ryou's sweet cavern and Bakura sighed quietly, when Ryou gave in without much fight. “See? This is what I'm talking about.” Bakura said, after they broke apart. Ryou's eyes were slightly glazed over. “I don't know what you mean.” Bakura smiled. “Someday maybe you will, but right now, don't think about it.” He placed a finger on Ryou's lips and dragged it down to his throat, as his lips claimed Ryou's once again.

 

Arms wrapped around Bakura's neck and soft moans escaped the two of them. Bakura licked to Ryou's neck and nipped his ear, delighting in the hitch of the other's breathing. “I love you.” His admission was met with silence and he raised his head to look at Ryou.

 

Ryou stared at him with strange emotions, but raised his head to brush their lips together. Bakura smiled and got off Ryou when he felt small hands pushing at his chest.

 

Smaller hand clasped over his and Ryou pulled him out of the room a small sultry, smile on his face. Bakura's knees nearly buckled, when Ryou stopped at the door of his bedroom and turned around and he was pulled in by the collar of his shirt. Ryou placed kisses down his neck, leading him towards the bed.

 

When Ryou's knees hit the edge, he pulled Bakura down with him onto the soft mattress, their lips locked in a sensual dance. Bakura's tongue successfully battled Ryou's and now he sucked on it, licking the roof of Ryou's mouth.

 

Mewling noises escaped Ryou, as he rolled Bakura off of him and he landed on top. He pressed himself close to the vampire and attacked his neck, ripping his shirt open to nip and suck on his collarbone. Bakura whined, when Ryou removed his mouth and lifted off Bakura.

 

The vampire took this as his chance and rolled them over, so he was back on top. “Mmmmm, Ryou.” He mumbled against the teen's chest. Ryou bucked his hips up, rubbing their aroused bodies together, drawing another wanton groan from Bakura.

 

“Is this what you want?” Ryou asked. “Because I can give it to you.”

 

Bakura lifted his head to stare at Ryou in confusion. “What?” He asked wide-eyed. “I, yes, I do want you, but only if you're willing.”

 

Ryou smirked at him. “I am willing.” And bucked his hips to meet Bakura's, but the vampire got off of him.

 

“Ryou, that's not what I meant and you know it. I want you... Your body and your soul. I want you with mutual...”

 

“What? Mutual affection? Want me to tell you something?” Ryou growled, sitting up. “You want to know, why I hate vampires all that much more, than my brothers do? Then again, you wouldn't be interested in me anymore.” He pulled Bakura close by his hair, so their lips almost touched. “You want to know and share my nightmares? After all, isn't that what lovers do? Rely their demons on each other... Hah! You'll be running by the time I give you a glimpse of what truly happened.”

 

Bakura listened, frozen, as tears streamed down Ryou's cheeks. He brought his hand up and brushed them away, noticing how Ryou looked so much like the lost, confused child he really was. Kissing the swollen lips and catching every hitch and gasp that followed his tears, Bakura drew Ryou into a loving embrace. The fragile boy clung to him, as if he were his lifeline... Then again, he might as well could have been one.

 

It was hard to believe, that so many vampires and demons feared this little boy, who was denied his childhood, thrown into a tank full of sharks. Bakura sighed, as he sat on his knees, straddling Ryou's hips, as they embraced.

 

Ryou was gulping down the air greedily, desperately. Letting his emotions pour from his eyes, as his grip tightened around Bakura's shoulders.

 

Bakura used his full, rich cloak to hide Ryou away from the dark, unloving world, keeping him warm, against the otherwise chilly room.

 

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Malik ran his hand through his bangs, sighing heavily. Marik looked up from his book, taking off the small, reading glasses. “Is something wrong?” Malik turned his head, smiling softly. “No, nothing. I was just wondering about Ryou. He cries more than anyone would've thought with that cold exterior of his, you know? I can't help, but think if he's doing alright.” A small frown passed his otherwise peaceful features, but it was gone, as soon as it came.

 

Marik shook his head. “Don't worry. Bakura is with him and he would never let anyone dwell in depression. He had enough of that, when our father died. He is an amazing man. He has more faith in life than the apostles did in Jesus.” He chuckled, as he got up and sauntered over to the bed, where his small lover lay.

 

Malik smiled. “Interesting.” He wrapped his arms around Marik's neck, as he sat beside him on the bed. “Do you really think, he will get to Ryou?” He asked.

 

“I'm sure.” Nodded Marik. He gently leaned down and kissed Malik's lips. “How did you sleep?” He ruffled his lover's hair affectionately, just for the heck of watching Malik nearly spaz over it. The younger boy huffed. “I slept well, thank you, but please, stop messing up my hair.” He whined. Marik snickered. “All right, get dressed and we have to meet with Yami.”

 

Malik blinked. “What? Why?”

 

Marik sighed. “We're going to Blaj. We still have to get Ryou and Bakura engaged.” Malik nodded. “Good luck, then.”

 

Marik blinked. “What do you mean?”

 

“I mean, it's going to be hard to get Ryou to agree.” Malik let out a long-suffering sigh. “That stubborn fool.”

 

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The End of this chapter, minna-san! ^^ Go ahead and kill me, I'm indestructible. :P

 

Bakura: *snort* Oh, yeah, sure...

 

Ryou: *raises an eyebrow* I believe, she finally flipped.