Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Slowly Sinking And No One To Save Me ❯ I'm Sorry ( Chapter 4 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Mistress: Wow at chapter four and I still haven't been flamed off of ff.net or mediaminer, I feel special. Well if you haven't noticed the chapter poem relationship each chapter is the name of the poem Ryou wrote, and the poem is listed at the top of every chapter. I can write the corniest stuff. Anyway, I know someone out there is cursing me for doing that to Ryou but don't worry it all has a point…I think…joking it has a point.
 
^////////^ this chapter has my first ever lemon in it ^////////^ I hope it came out okay. Comments are appreciated! (inner self: OMG my first lemon….It sucked I just now it)
 
Chapter 4: I'm sorry
 
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry for all the fake smiles,
I'm sorry for all the fake laughter,
I'm sorry for all the fake emotion,
I'm sorry
 
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry for lying,
I'm sorry for my betrayal,
I'm sorry for the mask I wear,
I'm sorry
 
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry for not being strong,
I'm sorry for not being smart,
I'm sorry for not being innocent,
I'm sorry
 
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry for not being what you want me to be,
I'm sorry for being a burden,
I'm sorry for being a nuisance,
I'm sorry
 
I'm sorry
I'm sorry for my interest in reading,
I'm sorry for my love of cooking,
I'm sorry for my dislike of sports,
I'm sorry
 
I'm sorry…so sorry…for being born…for being me.
 
Ryou Bakura 23/3/05
 
Ryou awoke to silence. If it had been in the past he would've rejoiced for it meant that he would not be beaten, but now as he had started to increasingly enjoy his yami's company and had become to love him even more he felt an odd pain quake his heart. Stretching he walked over to the guest room which had been occupied by Bakura ever since he had received his own body. To his disappointment the bed sheets, the entire room seemed untouched.
 
With a defeated sigh he walked back into his own room to change from his soft white pajamas into some causal clothes, it was after all Saturday. The albino angel walked downstairs into the kitchen, the cold tile floor seeping into his feet through his socks and into his body. He shivered and walked over to the fridge. As he opened it he sighed and closed it again. It had two cases of beer taking over most of the room. And that only further reminded him of his secret love.
 
Deciding he wasn't hungry anymore he left the kitchen and went into the empty living room. The silence was killing him. He bitterly laughed to himself in a moment of unawareness as he thought of how ironic his situation had become. Only a few months prior he would've been celebrating this time alone and now he was mourning it. Ironic indeed.
 
Ryou, having nothing better to do started heading towards the door when he saw the handle being opened quickly running up to his room he sat down as he heard the loud voice of Bakura and Marik, mixed in the slightly more timid voice of Malik. His heart started beating louder as he heard the voices approach his room…closer. The handle was opening! Thinking quickly and partly reacting on the instinct he had developed when Bakura was abusing him he hid in his closet. There was enough room to see what was happening without them even knowing he was there.
 
The two yami's were first to stumble into his room. Obviously drunk by the slightly pink haze covering both of the yami's faces. With a soft hick Marik pushed Bakura back onto Ryou's bed and unleashed a shower of hot kisses down the tomb robbers neck. He watched in shock as Bakura hand's began to roam under Marik's shirt.
 
Malik came in a few minutes later and closed the door gently. He pouted and walked over to the two yami's who were engaged in a passionate lip lock.
 
WARNING LITTLE KIDIES LEAVE NOW! NOW! WARNING! SLIGHTLY LIME SCENE AHEAD! WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING! LEMON SCENE AHEAD! LEMON SCENE AHEAD! WARNING! WARNING WARNING!
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“Aww….now I feel left out,” Malik muttered crawling next to the yami's who had yet to release each other.
 
Marik grinned and pulled his mouth from Bakura's and pulled Malik into himself, both lying on top of Bakura. Marik gently placed a kiss on Malik's supple lips and grinned as he felt Malik push back. Fire and lust flashing in his eyes he licked his hikari's bottom lip before nibbling on it lightly. Groaning, Malik opened his mouth to give Marik the access he needed.
 
Bakura, tired of being left out, moved one of his hands under Malik's shirt. He felt around until he came to the hikari's chest. He felt Malik slightly tense and shudder under his vigilant fingers. Brining his hand further to the right and up he seized Malik's nipple in between his delicate fingers and grinned in satisfaction as Malik gasped, arching his body into Marik making him groan at the contact.
 
Meanwhile in the closet Ryou couldn't believe his eyes, as much as it hurt, as much as he wanted to look away, escape he couldn't. He could only stare and watch as the three engaged in the most passionate and loving activities that a human body or a spirits body could do. Deep within his mind he envied them, maybe even resented them for the love they shared. Again a numbing coldness swept through him as he realized he was all alone. And worse, his secret love was already taken.
 
Back on the bed, Malik and Marik had been successfully removed all of their clothes. Only Bakura remained clothed. He panted as his lustful gaze swept over his two lowers. Their perfect body, firm muscles, and their hot asses. (A/N: sorry I had to add that ^///^ don't mind me I'll just leave) Marik smirked as he slightly pushed Malik to the side so that he was now straddling the king of thieves. The white haired spirit moaned at the contact, pushing his hips up, begging for more. Marik grinned and slowly rocked his hips against Bakura's groin electing a loud moan of appreciation from the thief.
 
Ryou was staring wide eyed at the three. He had to admit, the two tomb keepers had very nice bodies, both were very well built. Unlike him, who had nothing to offer, nothing at all…He closed his eyes and willed himself not to break out sobbing, no doubt Bakura would punish him as he had before for being here….in his own room for Ra's sake. As he opened his eyes he had to swallow down a squeak as he saw his secret love, now rid of clothes, lying exposed on his bed.
 
Malik grinned at Marik sending a message through their link. Marik smirked and placed soft kisses from Bakura's chest to his stomach. The Thief King groaned and looked straight into Marik's eyes, commanding him to go lower. The two tomb keepers counted to three slowly in their heads. Before Bakura could ask them to do anything else he felt his senses bombarded with pleasure. The only thing that came out of his mouth was a delicious moan. He watched with half lidded eyes as Marik's head slowly bobbed up and down his length. He pried his hands off of the bed sheets and began to pump Marik's length in rhythm with Malik and Marik. Not being able to look back he simply leaned further back into Malik, who was busy fucking the day light out of the albino.
 
Stuttering slightly Bakura reached clenched the white sheets next to him.
 
“Ma- Ma—I'm going to come!” he gasped as he felt his muscles tighten.
 
Marik pulled his mouth away slightly just as Bakura came, his seed spilling all over the bed, and over the tomb keeper. His squeeze around Marik's shaft tightened and Marik violently released, the white substance cascading over Bakura, the bed, and Malik. Bakura felt Malik stiffen behind him, his orgasm causing his muscles to tighten around Malik's length, and giving him the release he was looking for. Malik groaned in satisfaction as his seed spilled into Bakura.
 
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SAFE TO COME OUT KIDDIES! LEMON IS OVER LEMON IS OVER LEMON IS OVER! ^__^ YOU ARE NOW SAFE TO READ ON! NOW SAFE TO READ ON! I REPEAT IT IS OKAY TO READ NOW!
 
The three curled up in each others arms, panting softly. Ryou was having trouble standing and it took all his strength not to collapse onto his knees.
 
“Bakura….” Marik grunted.
 
“Hm…” Bakura mumbled while stroking Malik's hair.
 
“We should get out of here and clean this up before Ryou comes home,” he pointed out.
 
Malik and Bakura blinked confused and then looked around them. It was indeed Ryou's room. Malik sprang up slightly and looked alarmed.
 
“Oh Ra…” he mumbled looking extremely guilty.
 
“What's wrong? It's just a room,” Marik stated.
 
Malik stared ahead of him in a daze, he had a suspicion that Ryou was in love with Bakura but had not told anyone nor had he confronted Ryou on the matter. After all it was Ryou's business and no one else's. What made him feel even worse was that he had now made love to the young albino's crush but also done it in his room.
 
“We have to clean this up now,” he whispered turning to the yami's.
 
Both nodded wordlessly and began cleaning. Ryou was still hiding in the closet too shaken to move. All he could do was watch as the three got out of bed, Bakura slightly groaning, and dressing themselves. They hurriedly ran around the room straightening things and fetching new sheets and blankets. After making sure that everything seemed untouched the three disappeared out of the room. Ryou waited in his hiding place until he heard the bang of their front door to crawl out. He looked at his newly made bed. Before he knew it he was down on his knees sobbing relentlessly.
 
`I'm not good enough, I'm not strong, I'm not any good, I'm a burden, I'm not smart,” He repeated these thoughts over and over in his head until he had stopped sobbing. Grudgingly he stood up and walked into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror. Disgusting…his eyes were puffed and red, his hair messed up…he looked revolting. At lest to himself he did. He cleaned himself up and walked back downstairs deciding to cook and try to keep his mind off of things.
 
As he finished cooking he heard the door open once again and out the corner of his eye saw Bakura enter the kitchen. Ryou tensed for a small fraction of a moment, allowing time for Bakura to catch it.
 
“What are you making? It smells good,” Bakura said with a guarded tone, advancing towards Ryou, wanting to know what plagued the hikari.
 
`Had they left any evidence? Did he know? Was he mad? Did he hate him' those thoughts swirled around Bakura's mind as he came closer to his light. Unexpectedly Ryou turned with a smile on his face to Bakura, a smile he recognized as fake.
 
“Just some soup, nothing special,” he said softly, not looking directly at the dark eyes of Bakura.
 
Slightly disgruntled Bakura seized the albino's chin in a firm grasp.
 
“What's wrong?” he asked sternly trying to force their eyes to meet, but it seemed to not be working.
 
“Nothing Mas- Bakura-sama,” the younger boy replied quickly almost slipping at his wording.
 
“You're lying,” the yami stated finally managing to get their eyes to meet for a millisecond.
 
And that was all the Tomb Robber needed. He saw a small hurt, sadness, in the depths of his other half's soul.
 
“The food,” Ryou suddenly yelped turning to the soup which had started to boil.
 
Not being that careful some of the hot water bounced from the pot and onto his hand burning it. He cursed and then quickly apologized for it. Sighing, Bakura left the room and returned seconds later with the first aid kit; while he had done that Ryou had finished cooking the food. Looking apprehensively at the young boy Bakura instructed the light to sit in the chair as he wrapped the wound. Ryou sighed softly, this time Bakura did not catch it.
 
“Thank you Bakura-sama,” he said looking down slightly while starting to walk to the kitchen door.
 
“Ryou? The food,” Bakura tried to point out.
 
The hikari turned around with a small, fake smile plastered on his face.
 
“It's okay, I'm not hungry,” he stated disappearing up the stairs.
 
He reached his room and almost broke down in sobs again as he spotted his bed. He crawled over to the drawer and pulled out the black notebook. He titled the poem `I'm sorry'.
 
AUTHORS BLAH BLAH
 
So…………………how was it? Crappy? Horrible? Atrocious? Go ahead, I won't mind if you're brutally honest. *dodges rocks and torches* OKAY NOT THAT HONEST! Sheesh! Oh well, this is the newest chapter, I finally got the courage to write a lemon, not full descriptive lemon but I'm getting there ^////^ slowly but surely.
 
The next chapter will be slow in coming because I decided to post this chapter up earlier than originally planned, well I did say every five reviews so here is your new chapter ^__^. He he he he, anyway, sorry if you have to wait but school being extra bad. I mean I SLEPT the ENTIRE day from when I got home from school to now (which is around 8:30)
 
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