Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Never As They Seem ❯ Never As They Seem- part nine ( Chapter 9 )

"'Kura?"

Bakura turned from his place on the window sill to see Ryou standing in the doorway. "Hmm?"

"You've been in here all day. In fact, you're in here every day. What's the matter?"

"Nothing. Just..... thinking."

"Oh..." Ryou said as he walked over to his bed and sat down. He looked over at Bakura, who had resumed staring out the window.

Bakura could feel eyes on him, but when he looked, Ryou looked away. He raised and eyebrow in question, but took the act for nothing and went back to staring out the window. However, soon enough, he felt eyes upon him for a second time. Again he looked, and again Ryou turned away. "What's wrong, Ryou?" he asked, turning fully around and facing the other boy.

"N-nothing." Ryou muttered quietly.

"It's got to be something. Something's troubling you, I can feel it." Bakura said.

'How does he know that?!' Ryou thought. "Well.... umm...." he began nervously. "T-there's something I've been meaning to ask you..."

"Go on..."

"U-uh.... M-M-Marik..." Ryou could barely choke out the name. "He told me you had... you had..." He did not want to finish for fear of it being true.

"I had....?" Bakura prompted.

"That you had.... s-slept together."

Bakura's face darkened, and Ryou began to worry that his fears would be confirmed.

"I-is it true?" he asked timidly.

Bakura grew silent as the memories rushed back to him.

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"Well, glad to see you came." a deep voice spoke through the inpenitrable darkness.

"Marik, cut the crap and tell me why you want me here." Bakura growled to the shadows.

"Always so demanding. I've always liked your fiery temper." the voice spoke with a sultry tone.

An arm snaked around Bakura's waist from behind, and a warm tongue trailed up his neck. His eyes widened, and he swung his fist around, colliding with the side of Marik's head. "How's that for fiery?"

Marik stumbled back, holding his cheek. "Son of a bitch!" he snarled. He grabbed Bakura by the shoulders and pinned him to the wall, their faces only inches apart. "I wouldn't do that again, if I were you."

"But you're not me." Bakura said, straining against Marik's hold. "What are you gonna do, tell my mother?" Bakura asked mockingly.

"Not exactly..." Marik said, tightening his grip. "I've learned about your little... infatuation with that pitiful hikari of yours." Marik leaned in closer to Bakura, their faces now barely a centimeter apart. "You had better be on your best behaviour. You wouldn't want anything to happen to precious little Ryou." he smirked.

"You wouldn't dare." Bakura sneered.

"Wouldn't I?" Marik asked smartly. Bakura growled.

"Bastard."

Marik gave a low chuckle. "Now, be a good little thief and obey your master." he said quietly before quickly brushing his lips against Bakura's.

"Master my ass." Bakura snarled. "I am not your sex slave."

"We'll just see about that." Marik said before he roughly pushed his lips to Bakura's, demanding entrance with his tongue. Bakura, realizing that resistance put Ryou in jeopardy, reluctantly responded to Marik's kiss.

Marik pulled back and licked his lips. "Good. I knew you'd see it my way." His lips then found their way back to Bakura's mouth. They trailed down to the white-haired teen's neck, where they began to suck on the soft flesh.

Bakura moved his head to the side, allowing Marik more access to his pale skin. He lifted a lip in disgust. 'I can't believe I'm doing this.' he thought. He wanted to throw Marik off him and proceed to beat him to a bloody pulp, but he knew he'd have to cooperate. For Ryou's sake. 'Fucking bastard.'

Marik pulled back again and whispered, "Remove your shirt." Bakura glared daggers at the Egyptian, but did as he was told. He lifted his shirt above his head, exposing a well-defined chest. Before he could completely remove his shirt, Marik started an attack on his right nipple. He gasped in surprise. He hadn't been expecting that. "Like that?" Marik asked, amused.

"In your dreams." Bakura snapped.

Marik grinned. "You're right. It is in my dreams." He then removed his own shirt, tossing it carelessly across the room. He leaned against Bakura, still grinning. "Ready to put those sweet lips of yours to work?" he asked, flicking his tongue over said lips. He gestured down toward the obvious bulge in his pants.

"You've got to be kidding." Bakura said, disgusted.

Marik's grin widened. "Does it look like I'm kidding?"

Bakura grimaced. "Damn you...." he growled in resignation.

Marik laughed. "Glad we're on the same level." He roughly spun Bakura and and pushed him over to the tattered bed in the corner of the room, collapsing on top of him. He leaned forward and kissed Bakura fiercely again.

Bakura, though trying to fight his better instincts, couldn't resist himself. He bit harshly down into Marik's lower lip, drawling blood. He quickly licked it off, savoring the sweet metallic taste.

Marik chuckled. "Heh heh... I should have known you liked it rough." He then quickly flipped them over and sat up on his elbows. "I believe you know what to do." Marik said, smiling deviously.

Bakura slowly unzipped Marik's pants and pulled them down to his knees, all the while never removing his eyes from purple orbs above him. 'Some day, I swear you'll pay dearly for this.' he thought just before he tugging Marik's pants the rest of the way off and discarded them over the side of the of the bed. He paused.

"What the hell are you waiting for?!" Marik growled impatiently. "Get on with it!"

Bakura slid Marik's boxers off in one swift motion, exposing the stiff erection. He gave the tip an experimental lick, then grimaced.

"It can't be that bad, tomb robber."

"The hell it can't." Bakura snapped back. But before Marik could retort, Bakura engulfed his entire member and gave it one long, hard suck, causing Marik to throw his head back in a cry of pure lust. Bakura swirled his tongue around the cock, glaring up at the now panting Egyptian.

"Mmmmm...." Marik moaned as Bakura began to nibble the tip. "Y-you're quite good at this, tomb robber.....Ah..."

Bakura faught the urge to bite down on the throbbing member in his mouth. 'Doubt the guy'd do well with a quick castration....' he thought as he gave another hard suck.

Marik threw back his head and arched his back, letting out another pleasured cry. He released into Bakura's mouth, causing him to gag. He pulled out of Bakura's mouth and collapsed to the torn-up mattress, breathing heavily.

Bakura took the moment to sneak into the bathroom connected to the small apartment. He kneeled next to the toilet and vomited up the sticky white fluid. He couldn't bear the thought of it being in him, violating him. He continued to vomit up the offensive fluid until he was sure he had rid himself of it all. He stood and wiped his mouth before walking back into the other room.

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Bakura shook his head to clear the memories from his mind.

Ryou looked on with wide, eager eyes. "'K-Kura? Is what he said.... t-true?"

Bakura shook his head. "No, Ryou..... Marik... he was just trying to get into your head. You needn't worry."

Ryou smiled lightly for the first time in the past week. He stood and walked over to the window, settling down on Bakura's lap and resting his head on his shoulder. "I love you, 'Kura..."

"Yeah...." Bakura said quietly. "I-I love you to." However, the slight twinge of guilt in his voice was unheard by the innocent light now residing in his embrace.

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Whoo! FINALLY. I thought I'd never get this thing posted. But.... I did! So yay!

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