Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Curse on Love ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

… um .. this is my first fic …….. so yeah .. hope you enjoy it

I don't' own yugioh .. though I won't mind owning a few in particular ones ……… looks at bakura and malik

// …..// Malik talking to Marik through mindlink (hikari to yami)

\\.....\\ Marik talking to Malik through mindlink (yami to hikari)

italics = thoughts

(The stuff in this story, like Ryou's family and ancient Egypt, aren't true so yeah)

Chapter 1

It was another lousy day at school for Ryou. Of course, he had totally no problem in the academic area or P.E. It was just his `friends'. They tend to only need him when they needed his help or when they needed someone to complain about their lives to. He was really getting tired of it. He wanted to be able to have fun with his friends, friends that he can go to when he had problems, not friends like Yugi and Joey who only remembered him when they needed help with homework or when things haven't been working out with Yami or Seto and when life for them was totally fine they wouldn't even give him a second look. Only Malik was different, he was a good friend but he only went to school occasionally.

But the idea of returning home was less inviting. He liked and maybe even love Bakura but he knew Bakura will never feel the same for him. Everyday he walked in through the door Bakura will just ignore him. It hurt. It hurt real bad. At times when he was feeling down and wanted to run to his yami and tell him his feelings for him he would just be greeted with a pair of cold brown eyes that seem to say, `Leave me alone'.

What was that saying again? Knowing that he's right next to you yet you can't have him? Ryou thought miserably.

There was even more conversation between Bakura and Yami, Bakura's sworn enemy, than with his hikari, Ryou. Ryou's warm brown sparkling eyes have long since lost their sparkle. At school in front of his friends he feigned happiness, not that any of them would notice that he was sad. Even when he wore his innocent, warm and sweet smile that deceived everyone, his eyes were still filled with sorrow.

I'm so lonely these days….

Two years ago Ryou`s mother had died in a car accident and ever since then, his father has gone missing. All Ryou had to remind him of his beloved parents were photos he often looked at. Tears started to well up in his eyes as he remembered how his mother used to always make him cookies when he got home and how when he was around 4 his mother read him bed time stories. But none of that was going to come back. Ryou rubbed the tears away and continued to walk down the silent streets.

He finally arrived home. His hand reached for his keys in his pocket. But he couldn't find them. He took off his bag and dug around for his keys when he remembered he left them in the kitchen that morning. He prayed with all his heart that Bakura was home to open the door for him. He rang the door bell several times and stood waiting. Luck was not with Ryou though. Bakura never came to open the door and it started to pour down with rain. There was no shelter out side the house. He was probably not welcome at Yugi's or Joey's house. He had no idea where Tristan lived and even if he did he'll still be unwelcome. Malik's place was out of question it was too far to walk and by the time he got there it probably would've stopped raining.

Ryou glanced down at his watch. It was already 5:30, no point in heading to the library to escape the rain since it closes at 6, so he stood as close to the house as possible hoping the he won't get that wet. He tried to contact Bakura through their link but found Bakura's side was blocked. He sighed to himself, Bakura probably wouldn't go through the trouble to stop what ever he was doing to come back to open the door for me anyway. Ryou soon started to shiver. The downpour was not likely to stop soon. Black clouds were starting to cover the horizon. Soon the sky was streaked with bright light and thunder filled Ryou's ear. Ryou's soaked white hair was plastered onto his pale face. His quivering lips were starting to turn slightly blue. Bakura please come back quick. His uniform clung to his skin making Ryou colder. But Ryou didn't feel cold anymore he was starting to feel kind of feverish. He glanced at his watch again; it was already 8:30. All soaked by the merciless rain Ryou looked even more pale than usual. His eyelids started to fall. And soon he collapsed onto the cold, wet and hard concrete.

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Malik and Marik were busy fucking each other on the couch when a fuming Bakura walked in through the door at noon. Bakura gave them a glare and opened his mouth to say a string of colourful words when he remembered he was hungry. Choosing between yelling at the two blonds or to fill his stomach he chose the latter. He went into the kitchen and started to rummage through the cupboards to find some food. Marik was supposed to pick him up at Ryou's place. But no he was too busy fucking Malik to remember. In the end Bakura ended up walking there. He had breakfast before he left; his hikari had prepared his breakfast before he left for school at 7 but the long walk here had used up all the energy so Bakura was starving again. He grabbed a packet of chips and a can of coke from the fridge. Malik and Marik soon came walking in and stared at Bakura who was hungrily gulping down the food. As soon as the last crumb of food was swallowed, Bakura launched into yelling at the spiky haired blond.

"What the fuck do you think your doing, making me walk here? Or was Malik too blimmin hot not to fuck him? I swear to all the gods that if you weren't a fucken good screw I would've sent you to the shadow realm." He paused to breathe and Malik sniggered at his yami.

"Don't you have school to go to Malik? Why in seven hells are you here? If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have had to walk all the way here." He stopped and picked up his coke and drowned it in one gulp. He opened his mouth to say more when his mouth was covered by Malik's. The two started to make out and soon Bakura was stark naked on the couch thrusting into Malik. Marik was getting aroused and joined in. (I'll let you picture it and all the details……..*~* never was good at writing these)

By the time the three bishies actually sat down, fully dressed, it was already 6. Malik lay lazily on the couch; after all he was kind of tired. Bakura looked out the windows at the violent storm. He hoped his hikari was safe inside the house.

"I don't think I want to take you home in that weather. And I'm sure you don't want to walk home ….. so you might as well stay the night." Marik had a very sly grin on his face. Bakura considered for a moment.

Will Ryou be ok if I don't go back tonight? I have spent nights at Malik's before but …… Oh it doesn't matter since at home I try my best to ignore him anyway.

Bakura gave Marik his trademark smirk. "I'll stay, but don't tell me tomorrow morning you regret it." He pounced on Marik and the events that took place earlier on replayed itself. Malik opened one tired lavender eye. Don't they ever get tired He winced slightly as he turned. Damn those two for giving me a sore ass. As soon as he thought he was forgotten and could get some sleep, he was pulled to the floor and Bakura straddled his hip. The white haired fiend almost looked like a devil. "How could we forget you?" He leaned down and whispered seductively as he rubbed his erection against Malik's. Malik sighed inwardly, I guess I'm not going to get any rest soon… He moaned slightly as Marik and Bakura planted heated kisses all over him.

Half and hour later the three were lying on the floor panting.

Marik rolled over and wrapped his arm around Malik. "Is anyone hungry?"

Bakura, on the other side of Malik nodded in agreement. Marik got up and went into the kitchen. ….Bakura turned to stare at the tanned boy next to him. His blond hair spread out on the carpet underneath his head and some lying on his shoulders, his well tone chest rising and falling. His eyes were half lidded but his long eye lashes covered his lavender eyes. With his lips parted slightly, Bakura almost had the energy to give the seductive boy another fuck. Then a thought popped into Bakura's mind. Malik looks so peaceful like this, a bit like Ryou……

~Flashback~

Bakura made his way down the stairs in the dark, he preferred moving around in darkness. He was starting to worry if Ryou was ok. The white haired angel still hadn't gone upstairs to bed yet and it was already 3 in the morning. Every night Bakura will make sure Ryou was safe in bed before he went to sleep. He cared for his hikari though he will never let Ryou know that. When his hikari approached him he always put on a cold mask. He remembered back in ancient Egypt how everyone he loved always had a terrible `accident' befall them so when he noticed his feelings for Ryou he had tried his best to hide it. It must be a curse or something. I don't care what it is, but I'm not going to risk losing Ryou. He reached the bottom of the stairs and noticed the lamp still on. Bakura made his way silently across the lounge to where Ryou lay on the couch, knowing he was a light sleeper. Ryou's delicate features were illuminated by the soft light. His soft snowy hair dangled off the arm of the couch. He looks even more peaceful than usual. Oh Ra how I wish I could kiss those parted petal lips. He was so entranced by the beautiful sight he never noticed how Ryou shivered slightly as it became colder when it was deeper into the night. Bakura was brought back to reality when Ryou turned and curled into a tight ball to keep himself warm. Bakura left and returned with a blanket and placed it lightly on top of his dear Ryou, careful not to wake him up. I'll take it away before he wakes up. Satisfied, Bakura disappeared into his soul room.

~End of Flashback~

Marik interrupted Bakura's thoughts as pots and pans started to clang against each other. Malik groaned and started to get up. "He better not have broken anything that belongs to Sis. She's going to kill me." Marik poked his head out and growled at Malik. "I heard that. Can't you have a bit of faith in your yami?" Malik was about to reply but thought better of it. About an hour later, much to Malik and Bakura's relief Marik walked out with food. If he took one minute longer I swear I would've have eaten him alive. I'm starving. Bakura looked at his dinner and scrunched up his face…….."What the hell is that?"

"Spaghetti made with mayonnaise."

"You're expecting me to eat it?"

"No, I made it so I could feed the trees out there."

"Did we run out of tomato sauce?" Malik questioned with a quizzical look. He remembered Ishizu bought some before she left last week.

"No aibou. I thought it would be nice to have something different." Marik beamed at his hikari. Bakura rolled his eyes, how could he forget he was staying with the Ishtars, the psychotic pair.

I wish Ryou was here to make dinner. His food tastes a lot better.

Bakura tried his best not to puke at the look of mayonnaise spaghetti. He gingerly picked up his fork and poked at it cautiously. After much inspecting, he finally put some into his mouth. He looked over at Malik who was taking his first bite as well. The two looked at each other and rushed to the restroom.

"It can't be that bad." Marik waited for the two to return. He tried a mouthful himself and swallowed. "Edible." He ate all of his and when Malik and Bakura he put on his best hurt look. Bakura, being Bakura, just left him and went in the kitchen to get something that HE considered edible. Malik looked at his yami and his empty plate and uttered two words. "You're insane." He started to walk into the kitchen when Marik grabbed his arm and pinned him against the wall. "I know I'm insane but aren't you as well" He dragged his tongue down across Malik's jaw bone making him moan. OH great, not again. I really do need to get something to eat. Malik tried to push his yami off but didn't succeed. He started squirming and accidentally elbowed Marik in the stomach. Malik froze and swore under his breath. //Gomen. I didn't mean to. I need to go eat// Marik glared at his hikari, clouded purple eyes piercing soft lavender ones. But as quickly as Marik's eyes hardened, they softened. He nudged his koi. \\ No, it's my fault. \\ Malik beamed at his yami and went into the kitchen. Bakura was making dinner. Malik looked over his shoulder and asked for a share. What ever it is it looks better than mayonnaise spaghetti!

Malik and Bakura plonked themselves down onto the chairs and started to eat. Marik, had to finish his `spaghetti'. I wanted to see how good the tomb robber was at cooking. He pouted slightly. \\ How is it hikari?\\ // Not as good as Ryou's.// Marik chuckled. Ryou was very good at cooking. I wonder what the white haired angel is doing right now. I don't' see how Bakura can restrain himself from fucking him. He's so innocent and …seductive? I don't know, something about that hikari just makes people want to get down his pants. Me anyway. He was so busy daydreaming he didn't notice Bakura and Malik had finished their food and were looking at him intently. "Nani o?" He asked. Malik just shook his head. "I'm going to get a shower." He turned around to go but quickly twirled back around. "Don't come up and pounce on me, cause I'll assure you, hell will break loose." With that said he turned around and slowly made his way up the stairs to the bathroom. My poor Hikari. He's limping. Marik observed. Maybe we should give him some rest from being the uke.

Bakura flopped down on the couch. He closed his eyes and relaxed into the embracing cushions. Marik was vaguely startled, seeing his usually devilish friend so placid. He lazily made his way to the couch. With his eyes closed, Bakura could be mistaken for Ryou, the only thing that was physically different about them right now was the hair, and Bakura's slightly larger build. Marik sat down on the floor and leaned against the couch.

"What's on your mind?" Bakura considered the question, he started to say what was really on his mind but quickly changed his mind. He turned and smirked at Marik "Well Marik, what do you think is on my mind with you sprawled like that on the ground." He suggested seductively. Marik was surprised at his reply, for a minute he thought Bakura would actually tell him. He quickly regained his composure and turned to look at Bakura with alluring eyes.

"I don't know, why don't you give me a clue?" Bakura sat up and stared down at Marik through narrowed eyes. He roughly lifted Marik's face up to meet his and brutally kissed him. Marik, however had no intention on being the uke. With one violent push, Bakura was lying on the couch once again, but this time, Marik was on him. He pinned Bakura's wrist down and started planting rough kisses down Bakura's neck. "Got any last comments Kura before I fuck you?" Bakura squirmed under him and tried to get Marik off. "Fuck you Marik." Marik looked down at Bakura lying under him with lustful eyes, "Maybe next time." As the night went on, Bakura was so occupied with Marik, he never noticed Ryou's presence on the other side of their link slowly disappearing.

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(Comes out from hiding behind Malik )

Sooooooooooo… how was it? …… :S Hope you liked it…. If you want me to continue plz review. It gives me motivation :> I'm sorry if it was boring but …. Plz be nice ….. don't flame………. Ok if it was really bad I won't mind flames ……….. So hope you enjoyed it ^_^*~* laterz

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