Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Yami Virus ❯ Renounce My Faith ( Chapter 51 )

WARNING: YAMI X BAKURA NONCONSENSUAL SEX IN THIS CHAPPIE! YAOI! SEPARATED BY (*********). LANGUAGE WARNING…..NAUGHTY LANGUAGE.

NOTE: I do not own Evanescence's "Even in Death."

Kura Magician Girl: Bakura's father was a real ass.

Lady Elfskye: The pharaoh's wish was to have Bakura as his servant.

ZL Chan: Eric is going to get his grubby little hands on Aria when they are teenagers, but Aten finds them.

Sakiyama: Yami gets the worst sort of torture….fromYugi.

Valea: *Aten hands sugarfree cookie* Want some? *chibi eyes*

Renounce My Faith

Yami smirked as he entered the room. He rubbed his naked belly and licked his lips hungrily.

"It's great to be pharaoh. The food cannot be beat."

Yami stood at the side of the bed looking down at his thin toy tied to the bed by his ankles and wrists. Bakura's body had become thin.

"Bakura, you look weak…..you haven't eaten since you came here, have you? Silly me…….where are my manners?"

Bakura's chest heaved as Yami's hand rubbed his skin.

"Oh, yeah……I remember now. I promised you could eat if you beg me for mercy."

Bakura's eye opened weakly. "I will…..never beg."

Yami reached over to the table and grabbed the dagger he used to cut into Bakura's side earlier. Bakura's side had stopped bleeding, but it was obvious that the wound would leave a scar.

Yami took the dagger and pressed the point of the blade to Bakura's cheek. "You aren't afraid of me, Bakura? Not yet?"

Bakura closed his eyes tightly. "No."

Yami grinned. "The gods have blessed you with an awesome power, Bakura….the power of immortality."

Yami smiled as he trailed the blade down to Bakura's chest. "I can cut you apart……and you would still live."

The pharaoh smiled. "Are you afraid yet?"

The bound victim looked down at the blade. "No."

"Really? Let's see."

Yami took the dagger and plunged the blade into Bakura's chest.

The white-haired yami clenched his teeth and his eyes watered at the burning pain in his chest.

He couldn't die.

But he could feel the pain.

"Are you afraid of me yet, Bakura? Are you going to cry for mercy yet?"

Sharps gasps of breath escaped Bakura.

'Please Ra,' Bakura begged in his mind. 'Make him stop.'

Yami removed the dagger. The bleeding slowly stopped.

The pharaoh leaned down and kissed Bakura's lips. "I've always enjoyed you most when you were vulnerable. Your blood is what I most desire."

Bakura froze.

Yami growled and slapped Bakura. He grabbed his hair roughly. "You will kiss me, you animal! I will not hesitate to whip you again!"

Bakura opened his mouth to allow the pharaoh into his mouth unwillingly. Yami's tongue plunged into Bakura's throat, lapping and exploring the warm depths.

The white-haired yami clenched his fists tightly.

'I just want to go home…..I want Ryou,' Bakura thought.

Yami left Bakura and settled himself between Bakura's spread legs.

"How do you like being the submissive little bitch that you were meant to be?"

Bakura whimpered as Yami's hand gripped his throat.

"You are going to cry for mercy even if I have to pound you into the other side of the Underworld! You are nothing but a Ra-damn fucking insect, Bakura! You are my submissive……" Yami squeezed Bakura's throat with one hand. "little……." Yami positioned himself at Bakura's abused entrance again. "bitch." Yami released Bakura's neck.

"Scream for me, my little slut!"

'Ryou……….I love you,' Bakura thought.

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Marik closed his eyes and sighed as a warm breeze slid against his skin. He looked up into the blue, cloudless sky.

Above him, the birds flew against the azure sky, the pyramids of Egypt standing proudly, hovering over the River Nile.

Marik gripped his Rod tightly and stepped to the river, dipping his hand into the pleasantly cool water.

He sipped from the water and smiled. "It's been so long since I have tasted this water. Refreshing."

Marik stood up. "ITEMRI!"

The blond looked around and saw Rhea standing by the riverbank.

He recognized the woman from Aten's pictures.

The yami ran up to her. "You are Ryou's mother?"

She smiled. "Hello, Marik Ramses Ishtar."

"Have you seen Bakura?"

Rhea lowered her head. "I have. It is not a pretty sight."

Marik grabbed her arms tightly. "Where is he? I have to find him! I have to see if he is alright!"

Rhea looked over at a large building with pillars. "Bakura is in there."

Marik released her. "Thank you."

"If you are going to him, you will not like what you are about to see."

Marik's heart leapt into his throat. "What do you mean?"

"He is the pharaoh's servant. You will not like what you will see, Marik."

A loud scream came from the building.

Marik dashed, sprinting towards the source of the scream.

Marik arrived in the building and stopped short.

He found Bakura.

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*******WARNING***NCS BELOW*************

Marik saw Yami pounding fast and hard into the body below him.

It took Marik a moment to recognize Bakura tied to the bed, his face contorting in pain. Marik could see the red liquid stream from between Bakura's legs. Some blood had hardened…some looked fresh.

Marik ran towards the bed, intending on pulling the pharaoh off of his lover and ripping him limb from limb.

But the more he ran, he could never seem to get near the bed.

"I'm coming, Bakura! Hold on!"

"Marik! Please! Save me!"

Marik growled as Yami turned his head and laughed, pounding harder into Bakura, making the entire bed shake with their movements.

"Marik! Help! Gods, save me! Help me!"

Marik continued to run as Yami backhanded Bakura, making blood splatter all over the ground.

"Yami! Leave him alone!"

"Beg me for mercy, Bakura! Do it!"

Marik continued to run, tears filling his purple eyes. "Bakura! I'm coming, baby!"

Yami's laughter filled the room louder and louder. Bakura's pain-filled groans mixed with Yami's mocking laugh.

Marik fell to his knees, the bed finally remaining still. No matter how fast he ran towards the bed, the bed kept retreating. He fell to his knees and looked up at Yami.

"You bastard," Marik choked, tears running down his face.

Bakura turned his battered face to Marik. "I love you, Marik."

"Beg me for mercy, Bakura! Beg me for mercy, you worthless dog!"

"Don't do it, baby," Marik whispered.

Bakura blinked slowly. "I just want the pain to stop, Marik."

Marik buried his face in his hands and wept. "Bakura….."

Bakura closed his eyes. "MERCY! YAMI, STOP! MERCY!"

Yami grinned. "Come for me, you little slut!"

Bakura's cry was barely heard as he climaxed. His body shuddered as his orgasm ripped through him.

Marik bit his lip so hard that the flesh bled. "Bakura…."

Yami climaxed into the body below him again and collapsed on his bound victim.

The blond yami remained on his knees as Yami's satisfied grin lit up his face.

Yami licked his lips. "I enjoy this little cocksucker as much as you do, Ishtar. Do you want to have a run?"

Marik stood up, narrowing his eyes, his hair spiking with fury. "You bastard! You Ra-damned fucking asshole!"

Yami stood up, pulling himself out of Bakura's body roughly. He stood by the bedside, his body dripping with Bakura's freshly-shed blood. "Come for me, Marik. I dare you."

Marik grabbed a dagger by the side of the table and ran towards Yami. Marik leapt into the air to pounce on Yami.

He lifted the dagger.

He crashed into a forcefield protecting Yami. He was thrown back across the room and crashed onto a bureau. The piece of furniture shattered under him.

Yami laughed.

Marik growled and charged at Yami again, only to be thrown back

Marik's body slid across the marble floor and he lifted himself up weakly.

Yami smiled. "I am protected by the gods. I am giving Bakura punishment for his actions. Besides….I am pharaoh. I can live in the Underworld in eternal bliss. My wishes are more important than some common dog like Bakura."

Marik struggled to his feet. "Bakura is not a dog! He's a fucking human being!"

Yami shrugged casually. "No…He WAS a fucking human being….being fucked by me."

Marik looked over at the bed. "The gods should not condone rape."

Yami stepped closer to Marik. "The gods protect me. I was Ra on Earth. I was pharaoh. Gods protect the pharaoh and give him his power."

Marik shook his head. "This cannot be….the gods should protect commoner and noble and royal alike."

Yami grinned. "Well, Ishtar…..Time for you to learn a hard lesson: That is not the way it works."

Marik staggered back. "No……..It can't work that way. That is not what I have believed and have been taught all of my life. Are you telling me that everything I've ever known about the gods is a lie?"

Yami grinned. "Are you telling me you've been living a lie for five thousand years? How sad. Now you know the truth, so live with it."

Yami turned on his heels and approached the bed. "I'll be back for you later, my little pathetic slut."

Yami walked out of the room casually.

Marik ran to Bakura. "Itemri!"

Marik raised his hand to stroke Bakura's cheek, but Bakura flinched.

"Bakura…..gods, I was so worried about you! I'm so sorry!"

Bakura started to cry. Marik narrowed his eyes at the ropes binding Bakura to the bed.

Marik took the dagger and tried to cut them. The ropes would not cut.

Marik tugged at them, growling and snarling.

"You can't cut them……they were forged by the gods," Bakura whimpered.

Marik kneeled beside Bakura's bedside and stroked Bakura's stained, spiky hair.

The brown eyes staring into his looked empty. Hopeless. Sad.

"Are you saying that the gods are keeping you here?"

Bakura blinked. "Thirsty…..please, Marik."

Marik handed Bakura a glass of cold water and watched the white-haired yami shudder from the cold water stinging his parched system.

"Take it slow, Bakura."

Marik leaned down and planted a soft kiss on Bakura's head. "I love you, Bakrua. I'm trying to find a way to bring you home."

Bakura let out a choked sob. "I want Ryou so badly, Ishtar! I miss my daughter! My baby girl!"

"I know you do, Itemri. Do you know anything about how to revive a yami? Did the gods tell you anything?"

Bakura shook his head. "No. They did this to me as punishment for harming Ryou." Bakura sobbed. "I deserve everything that Yami's done to me."

Marik turned Bakura's head to him. "Nobody deserves this, Bakura."

Bakura felt Marik brush away a tear and cringe. How are Ryou and Aria? Aten must not have taken my death too well."

Marik rubbed his fingers softly across Bakura's chest, not hearing Bakura's question. His mind swirled with a mixture of rage and sadness.

"Marik…….please…….baby……..don't."

"Don't what?"

Bakura's bottom lip trembled, his eyes flooded with tears. "It hurts when you touch me."

Marik withdrew his fingers. "Ryou misses you deeply. Seto had a dueling tournament to distract the kids." Marik wiped a tear away. "Your daughter won. She was so proud, Bakura! She misses her daddy."

Bakura sobbed. "I miss my daughter….my little Aria. Ishtar…I must ask you a favor."

"Anything, Itemri."

"Promise me that my daughter and my husband are well cared for, Marik. Make certain somebody will be there for our husbands and children."

Marik took a cloth and dipped it in the warm water. He wiped Bakura's face, wiping off the dried blood. "I could never leave them unprotected and alone, Bakura. I couldn't leave Malik alone. Ryou needs his heart medication. My son is dying. Aria is lonely without you as it is. I know if I ask Seto, he won't mind taking care of our family."

Bakura sighed. "I know that Seto still has deep feelings for Ryou. I know Seto loves him." Bakura winced as Marik cleaned his stomach and chest free of crusted fluid. "Marik, there is one more thing I must ask of you."

"Itemri, I would do anything for you."

"I…I want you to take care of Ryou."

Marik grinned. "I already said I would take care of Ryou."

"No," Bakura said shaking his head. "I want you to commit yourself to Ryou."

Marik looked shocked. "'Commit'?"

"It is a tradition that if a man dies, his brother may accept his dead brother's wives into his harem."

"Bakura….that would make me….Ryou's husband."

"Don't you love my Light?"

"Please, Ishtar…..Watch over him for me," Bakura whispered, looking tired.

Marik dipped the cloth in the water again. "I promise to watch over Ryou until I find a way to get you back. I would like to commit to Ryou. I promise to watch over Ryou, Bakura. Now hold still. I'll try to clean you off."

Marik gently cleaned Bakura's body between his legs, his eyes drawn to the deliberate bite marks along his inner thighs. Bakura's whimpered attested to the sensitive red areas and the swelling.

"That bastard," Marik muttered, surveying the damage.

"Tell Ryou that I love him, Marik. Gods, tell him how much I love him!"

"I will, Bakura," Marik said, standing by the side of the bed.

"Thank you, Marik."

Marik leaned down and kissed Bakura's lips, making the yami freeze.

"Sorry, Bakura. I've been wanting to kiss you so badly!"

"I could never deny you, Ishtar. Go tell my husband and my child that I love them."

"I will, Bakura. I love you. I'll find a way to bring you home. I won't stop until I take my last breath."

Marik kissed Bakura on the cheek and walked out, hearing Bakura crying.

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Marik stood by the river, looking up at the sky. He spread his arms and called out to the sky.

"Great gods of Egypt! Strong and True! Come to your servant who praises you!"

Osiris appeared before Marik. "Marik Ramses Ishtar….it has been millennia since I have seen you in the Underworld."

Marik kneeled before Osiris. "My lord, Osiris, I beg for you to spare Bakura Itemri anymore pain at the hands of Pharaoh Yami."

"Bakura was a thief. We spared his life by making him work off his sins. I could have fed him to Ammut, but I showed him mercy."

Marik clenched his fists. "He is being beaten and raped!

How is that mercy?!"

"He could have been destroyed had I not offered him a choice of penance. Besides, Pharaoh Yami's paradise in the afterlife was more important than Bakura Itemri's freedom. A pharaoh's request is more important than that of a murder, thief, and the rapist that Bakura has always shown himself to be."

Marik stood up. "He has made offerings to you all of his life! So have I! Will I beaten and raped, too, because of what I did to Malik?"
Osiris blinked. "Yes. You face the same fate. The Pharaoh died and then Bakura. The pharaoh's happiness is more important than Bakura's safety. The pharaoh is protected by the gods for all time."

Marik narrowed his eyes. "Are you saying that Bakura will be beaten and raped for all eternity?"

Osiris nodded. "Yes."

"But he is harming Itemri! As a noble, I beg for his release."

"We will not release Itemri. The pharaoh's happiness is all that matters. We support the pharaoh and do not question what he wants to do to his prisoner."

Marik narrowed his eyes. "Then I give up my faith in the gods! All of my life I have sent he gods as fair and just! But the gods are protecting a fraud! Bakura, a faithful worshipper, beaten and raped while Yami, who has never offered you so much as a crumb for sacrifice, is allowed to be cruel!"

Marik gripped the Millennium Rod tightly. "My faith in the gods was the only thing that supported me while I was locked away for five thousand years! I prayed for deliverance….prayed to find Itemri. I prayed for somebody special in my life."

Marik took the dagger of the Millennium Rod and cut his palm.

"I RENOUNCE MY FAITH IN THE GODS! I will no longer sacrifice! No longer pray to you! No more fastings! No more prayers! No more of anything! I reject the gods! Strike me down if you will! Feed me to Ammut, but my faith in you has gone forever! I will no longer be part of your following!"

Osiris growled. "You will be judged, Marik Ishtar! And you will be found guilty! YOU WILL NEVER ENTER INTO PARADISE!"

Marik turned angrily to the god. "If I do not have Bakura, Malik, or Ryou in my life, I have no paradise. Right now I live in hell because I see that Bakura is being hurt. And everything I have known in my life…everything I knew about the gods……was a lie. I lived a lie for five thousand years. No more."

Marik lifted the Millennium Rod.

"Listen to me, Rod of Air,

Take me to the rising stair

Let the path unfurl

So that I may enter the moral world."

Marik climbed the stairs and returned to the mortal world.

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Malik shook the paprika onto the chicken. He squeezed some lemon juice on the chicken and put them into the oven.

Marik appeared in the kitchen. "Where are the children?"

"Aten is sleeping. Aria's outside playing on the swings."

Marik took a deep breath and nodded. "Where is Ryou?"

"Upstairs still. He told me that he wants to visit Bakura's grave after supper. He doesn't want to leave before dinner. He wants to make sure Aten eats."

Marik walked up to his Light and placed the Millennium Rod on the countertop. "Tenshi…….." Marik took Malik's hand in his own. "I love you with all of my soul. Do….do you love me?"

Malik put down the paprika and grabbed Marik's face. He brought his yami down for a deep kiss. "You know I love you, Marik. After all, nobody can make me scream like you."

Marik's face buried in the side of Malik's neck. The hikari became aware of his sobbing yami.

"Angel, what's wrong?"

"I found Bakura."

Malik gripped tightly onto his yami, feeling sadness and helplessness pulsing across their mindlink. "What was Yami doing, Marik?"

"Don't tell Ryou. He'd come to pieces on us. I found Yami….raping Bakura."

Malik grabbed onto the countertop and wavered. "No….."

Marik clenched his fists angrily. "And the gods have said that they support and protect Yami. Malik, I've believed in the gods…I have placed my trust in them…..and they have betrayed me."

Marik placed his hands on the counter and lowered his head, his body trembling. "They have betrayed me….and everything I have believed in for five thousand years."

Malik wrapped his arms around Marik. "I'm sorry, tenshi."

Marik turned his head slightly to Malik, his eyes full of tears. "I've lost everything I've believed in…..what else do I have left?"

Malik reached up and stroked his yami's spiky hair. "You have us. Ryou and I.Aria and Aten. You will never lose us."

The yami grabbed Malik and pulled him against his body. "When Ryou goes to the grave tonight, I….I need…."

"What do you need, baby?"

"I need you to hold me," he whispered.

"I can do that, yami. I promise."

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Ryou's POV

I came down for supper and asked Marik how Bakura was doing in the Underworld.

"He's fine, Ryou," he told me quietly.

He seemed upset, but the shock of Bakura's death hasn't left him yet. He still feels alone and mourns for him.

I don't blame him.

Dinner was quieter than usual tonight. Aria, bless her little heart, was so excited about her win, that she chatted about it endlessly.

She's proud of herself, and she should be.

But, I also told her not to go too far. Her brother was sitting right beside her, picking at his carrots.

Poor boy. He didn't eat much. A few bites of potato and carrots and he was full.

After dinner, I caught Aten with his paintings again upstairs. Dr. Chapman told me to leave him be when he's at his canvas. It was part of his psychological therapy.

I left for Bakura's grave after kissing everyone goodbye.

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Ryou's POV

Give me a reason to believe that you're gone

I kneeled at my mother and Bakura's grave. The last bit of sunlight hovered above the graveyard. The graveyard closes at sunset.

Even kneeling in front of my husband and my mother's grave, it's

hard to accept that he is gone.

I love Bakura and I miss him. I don't want to think he is gone. Part of me still believes that when I wake in the morning, he will be there.

But he's not.

I see your shadow so I know they're all wrong

The shadows of the evening cast curious patterns on the ground. Bakura comes to me in my dreams.

Sometimes I believe that I see him. That's impossible, though. My mind WANTS me to see him.

Moonlight on the soft brown earth
It leads me to where you lay

My hand touched the grass. I looked at my mother's headstone. It's a shame I cannot put Bakura's name on there. He is my husband.

I looked at the ground which contained my lover's bones.

"I love you, Bakura. I miss you, angel."

They took you away from me but now I'm taking you home

"The gods may have taken you home, baby, but you know that I will always have a home for you in my heart."

That's the way it had always been for me. Bakura always had a special place in my heart.

Even when he hated me, I loved him.

It was not easy to come to terms with that love.

It's hard to love someone who pounds into you telling you what a worthless slut you are.

I will stay forever here with you, my love

I want to stay here with Bakura. But, I cannot leave my children. I can't tell how many times as a teenager, I would kneel before this grave and bring a razor with me.

Kneel on my mother's grave and slit my wrists.

I would have done that to leave Bakura's beatings behind me.

I would have shed blood on my mother's grave if that meant I would be with her again.

However, I wouldn't want to do that now….mother or not.

I can't leave Marik. I can't leave Malik. I love them both.

I couldn't leave my children motherless.

Marik couldn't handle Aten's death alone. Marik's already upset about Aten's terminal illness.

Aten and Aria are my responsibility.

I'm their mother.

What kind of mother would I be if I went ahead and did that?

The softly spoken words you gave me

I closed my eyes and I could hear Bakura speaking to me. He told me that he loved me.

[You made me whole, my beautiful angel.] Bakura told me before he died.

[I love you, Ryou.] He would whisper to me after we would make love.

Even in death our love goes on

"Nothing can stop the love I have for you, Bakura. Nothing can make me forget you."

Some say I'm crazy for my love, oh my love

Nobody could understand why I loved Bakura even after he was so cruel.

They've never told me that I was crazy for loving someone who beat me repeatedly.

They've never said it, but I know Seto thought about it more than once.

But no bonds can hold me from your side, oh my love

I promise that I will find some way to bring you back, Bakura. I promise, baby. Death won't keep us apart forever, baby….my lover….

I….*sniff*….I promise I will get you back to me, no matter where I have to go, I will bring you back to me.

Damn tears…..

Promised myself I wouldn't cry…..

They don't know you can't leave me

The only reminder I have of you is your soulroom. It's cold. Damp.

It is where you died.

Where you took your last mortal breath.

I thought that your soulroom would vanish when you died, Bakura.

I laid down on your bed yesterday in your soulroom.

It was soft.

You can't really leave me. In the corridors of my mind, I open the doors of my memory.

Yesterday, I wandered through my mind, opening up the doors of you holding me tightly.

Remember that time we sneaked out of the house? This was before we had the kids. We sneaked out of the house and went to the lake? We made love by the side of the lake under the full moon.

All night.

The moonlight glistened off of the water. It seemed like a million stars sparkled in the sky.

That night…….I still believe…..was meant only for us.

You. Me. Love….and the moonlight.

They don't hear you singing to me

Will I hear your voice tonight? Bakura, can you say something tonight to let me know that you are okay, wherever you are?

Can you give me one sign that you are here with me?

I will stay forever here with you, my love

My hand brushes the tombstone. My fingers drift over my mother's name on the tombstone.

I miss you, too, mommy.

Very much.

Look after my husband, mommy. Tell him how much I love him.

Tell him that I will help him out of the Underworld no matter what I have to do.

The softly spoken words you gave me

I love you, Bakura.

I will never forget you, angel.

Even in death our love goes on

Death could not stop my love for you and it never will.

And I can't love you, anymore than I do

I'll never stop loving you, baby. Never.

I love you, Bakura. I'm sorry I have to go.

If I don't leave now, it's going to be harder to pull myself away.

I love you, baby. I will get you back. No matter what I have to do.

Rest, baby.

Together….Forever, my angel.

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Normal POV

Ryou returned home and tucked the kids in bed. Aten sobbed that he didn't want to sleep alone, convinced that Steven was going to come into the room and attempt to rape him again.

Aten kneeled in front of his sister sobbing, desperate to sleep in her bed.

Aria didn't mind. She gave her stuffed animals a place to sleep on the floor, making tiny beds for them with her clothes.

Aten cuddled up to Aria closely, his body shivering when the lights were turned off.

Ryou sat on the couch with his big cup of chai tea and a book.

It was with difficulty that he read his book.

He gave a heavy sigh and stood up.

"Guys, I'm awfully tired. I think I'm going to retire for the night."

Ryou kissed Malik and Marik and went to the bathroom to wash up and brush his teeth.

He crawled into bed and laid on his back.

Staring up at the ceiling, he sighed, hearing the voice of Bakura in his head.

[Do you mean I'm going to be a daddy, Ryou?.....I've never had a father………I don't know if I can be a good father…..It's a girl?.....Ryou….she's beautiful….She looks just like you….my precious little Aria.]

Then the images came…..

Bakura looking down at him with a gentle smile.

[I love you, baby. I want to make love to you so badly.]

Ryou closed his eyes and his hands drifted across his chest and

stomach.

[My angel……I love you so much, Ryou.]

"Bakura……"

[My beautiful Ryou……]

"Bakura…baby…"

Ryou clenched his eyes shut as Bakura's voice resonated in his head.

[My angel, Ryou.]

Ryou's hands drifted over his stomach as he thought about his husband touching him gently.

His hands reached down, brushing against the first evidence of black curls around his member. He stroked the hair gently, remembering Bakura's gentle touch.

His hands wrapped around his limp member and stroked himself, tears coming down his eyes.

"I miss you, Bakura….I miss you so much, baby…"

A sob came out of Ryou as he touched himself, using his thumb to trace the head of his arousal.

[Ryou….I love you, my angel…..]

"Bakura….."

Ryou's eyes seeped tears as his hips raised into his grip.

Ryou's thumb brushed over his nipple as he whimpered.

Marik heard the whimpers coming from Ryou's room and peeked through the keyhole.

Ryou was laying on the bed, pleasuring himself…..and sobbing quietly.

Marik walked down the stairs and saw Malik sitting on the couch eating a bowl of vanilla ice cream.

"Marik, I think Ryou really needs me."

"What's the matter with him?"

Marik's face grew red and Malik nearly dropped his bowl.

"What was he doing that makes YOU blush??? You, of all people?!"

Marik sighed. "Ryou was…..Ryou needs someone, Malik."

"What was he doing?"

"Masturbating. Happy?"

Malik shrugged. "Maybe you shouldn't bother him then."

"He was crying, Malik. I can't let that go."

Malik nodded. "Okay. Well. You go be with him. I'll be up when I can."

Marik kissed Malik's cheek. "Love you."

Marik returned upstairs and looked into the keyhole again.

Ryou was sobbing, a thin layer of sweat covered his body.

"Please, baby……make me come for you….gods, baby…please," Ryou begged.

The bed rocked with Ryou's motions. Marik watched Ryou thrust desperately into his own hand, moaning Bakura's name.

Ryou took a deep breath and cried.

"Bakura……"

Ryou moaned as he spilled his release onto his hand.

Marik's heart broke in two as Ryou turned on his side, his hand still gripping onto his length, sobbing heavily.

Marik opened the door and stepped in, hearing Ryou's desperate cries.

"Ryou…"

The white-haired boy opened his bloodshot eyes. "Marik?"

Marik slipped off his clothes and slipped into Ryou's bed.

Without a word, he brought Ryou into his arms….holding him tightly as the after-shocks of his orgasm continued to rock his body.

Update: Wednesday

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