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Different Kind of Love	By : SecretSoul Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 782 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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SecretSoul:You know, I already have a paper to write for eng and some math homework, but since I have another day, lol. I AM such a procrastinator when it comes to academics. Not good, I know. But I manage still^_^ I couldn�t stop thinking about this fic. I like it, like writing it. Anyway, so, alas, another chapter.
Different Kind of Love : Chapter 3
Bakura stirred slightly in his bed, hearing knocking at his door and his father�s voice.
�Bakura, you need to get up, you have school� Mr. Ryou called through the locked door.
Bakura groaned in annoyance, pulling his pillow over his head, �I�m not going� he grumbled.
There was the sound of his father walking away, and a moment later returning. Bakura listened as he heard a drilling noise and sat up when his handle fell on to the floor.
�What are you doing!?� Bakura demanded, his father opening the door.
�You can�t stay in here forever. You need to get to school� Mr. Ryou said in an authoritive tone.
�What�d you..?� Bakura almost squealed and stood from his bed, �What do you think you�re doing? Are you suddenly Mr. Ultimate Dad now? Now you�re going to make everything better? Fuck you! Fuck this� Bakura shook his head and went to the bathroom, not bothering to close the door and took his pants off that he fell asleep in and began to pee.
Mr. Ryou stood at the door way, �No, I�m not suddenly the perfect parent. But, I am your parent and I�m trying to look after you. And you need to go to school. What are you going to do five years from now when you�re graduated, or dropped out or whatever? Are you planning on living here the rest of your life? On the streets? Move in with a pimp?� Mr. Ryou asked, Bakura flushing the toilet and taking his shirt off.
�Maybe� Bakura ran a hand through his messy hair, �I don�t want to talk, so stop trying, ok?�
�Just go to school, ok? Please?� Mr. Ryou sighed.
�Put my door handle pack on?� Bakura asked.
�Sure� Mr. Ryou nodded.
�Ok, then� Bakura gave a small smile, �I�m going to shower now, so unless you wanna watch��
�Don�t, ok? It makes me very uncomfortable. I�m your father, not your�whatever� Mr. Ryou reminded, �And I�m still going to get a doctor to talk to you about that.�
Bakura rolled his eyes, �Whatever� he said irritable and turned his back to his father, leaning over to turn the facet on to get the water warm.
Unconsciously Mr. Ryou quickly glanced at his son�s rather strong back and his cute, perfect ass and turned to walk out of the bathroom, closing the door but still leaving it open a crack. He went over to Bakura�s room and began to put the door handle back on. As he finished he stood and Bakura came out of the bathroom, a small black towel around his waist, his hair dripping water down his body.
�Instead of talking to a psychologist about this, couldn�t I just talk to you? It�d save money� Bakura asked, standing right in front of his father.
�I wouldn�t feel comfortable� Mr. Ryou answered with a sigh, going to the bathroom and getting another towel and coming back, �You should put your hair in a towel too, you�re getting water on the carpet� he said as he stood behind his son and gently began to pat the excess water from Bakura�s hair with the towel.
�Less laundry� Bakura replied softly, biting his lower lip feeling his father�s fingers brush against his neck and back as he dried his hair.
�More laundry�s better than having to replace the carpet� Mr. Ryou put the towel around Bakura�s shoulders, �Now get dressed, you�re joint to be late� he instructed, leaving to go to the kitchen.
Bakura watched his dad go down the hall and with a sigh went back in the bathroom, five minutes later flushing the toilet and going back to his room to get dressed. Once Mr. Ryou dropped his son off in front of the high school, Bakura found his friends in the usual spot in the parking lot, getting a cigarette upon being greeted.
�You know, I feel like skipping today� Marik yawned.
�I don�t know, Gozaburo�s only giving me one more chance thanks to Noah. He wasn�t kidding when he said he�d send me away to some psycho drill sergeant at some boot camp� Seto shook his head, finishing a cigarette and throwing it on the ground.
Noah put an arm around Seto�s waist, �Same here, if I get in trouble he�ll send him away� he said apologetically.
�That sucks� Malik sympathized.
�Got a excuse too, Bakura?� Marik looked at his friend.
�Nah, I don�t care� Bakura shrugged.
Seto glared at Marik, �It�s not an excuse. You should care just a little, don�t you think, friend?� he asked, putting sarcasm towards the end of his inquiry.
Marik rolled his eyes, �I think you shouldn�t let your step-dad control your life. You�re letting him win, man.�
�Marik, he�ll win even more if we do something small like skipping, why can�t you just get off our backs?� Noah couldn�t believe Marik could be such a dick.
Bakura rolled his eyes, �It�s not a big deal, so what if you can�t come this one time, ok?� he looked at Marik, �So relax, smoke some plant or something.�
�I�m relaxed, I just think it�s stupid� Marik grumbled, the bell ringing.
�Later� Seto said bitterly and started to walk towards the red brick building.
�Bye� Malik smiled, waving as Noah left as well.
�Are you high already?� Bakura asked, throwing his cigarette on the ground.
�No, can�t I just be in a good mood? You�re not, obviously. How�s it going with daddy?� Malik asked as the three got in Marik�s car.
�Shitty. He�s gonna make me talk to a shrink after school� Bakura answered, stretching his legs out across the back seat as Marik sped out of the parking lot.
�Dude, I�d make up all these crazy lies and start fucking a stuff animal or something. That�d be hilarious� Marik laughed.
Bakura rolled his eyes, �Oh, yeah, then I can go to a nut house and never see my dad or you guys again� he said in a sarcastic excited tone, �Where are we going, anyway?� he added.
�Road trip� Marik shrugged.
Malik looked at his lover, �Where? We don�t have much money� he reminded.

�I dunno, where do you wanna go?� Marik asked, getting on to a highway.
�Oh, Six Flags isn�t far, let�s go there!� Malik said excited.
�How the hell are we going to pay for Six Flags?� Bakura laid down in the seat, bending his legs and putting his hands behind his head.
�Where there�s a will there�s a way� Marik chuckled, pressing down on the gas peddle and speeding down the left lane.
After about two hours Marik pulled in to a busy gas station that had about 30 semi-trucks parked to the side.
�Anyone gotta piss?� Marik asked, lighting a cigarette.
�Not yet� Bakura said, sitting up and getting out of the car.
�Nope� Malik answered, getting out of the car as well.
�Good. Now remember, you only need like $100 bucks� Marik said as he and Malik began to walk towards the semi-trucks.
�What do you mean?� Bakura asked, walking fast to catch up, then walked beside Malik.
�Truck drivers are one of the horniest people you�ll ever meet. You can charge like thirty dollars for a blow job� Malik smiled, �It�s a good way to get cash.�
�Gross, you don�t know where they�ve been, and most truck drivers are butt ugly, too� Bakura reminded.
�Well if they�re too gross just go to the next one� Marik said as if irritated by Bakura�s opposition to the idea.
Malik walked up to a truck and hopped up on the first step, grabbing on to the door that had the window all the way down, �Hey, sexy, feelin a little alone?� he smiled with a giggle at a middle aged, slightly over weight man.
�Don�t swing that way, kid� the man shook his head.
�Oh come on, blow job�s a blow job, thirty bucks will give you the orgasm of your life and you won�t even know I�m a guy� Malik promised, �What�s the matter, not pretty enough for ya?� he added before the man could reply.
�Alright� the man sighed, �Get in� he opened his door and scooted over.
Bakura watched and Malik went in to the truck, closing the door and rolling up the window.
�See? It�s easy� Marik smiled at Bakura, �I�ll get this one, you can take that one� he pointed to a blue truck.
Bakura watched as Marik went over to his own truck. He slowly began to walk towards the blue truck his friend picked out for him and climbed up on the step, slightly surprised to find a robust woman.
�Ain�t interested� she said before he could open his mouth.
�Me neither, lady, I need money� Bakura said bluntly.
�For what? Drugs?� the woman shook her head.
Bakura was about to say anything other than to get in to Six Flags, �So my pimp doesn�t beat me, what�s it to you? Just forget it, I�ll go to another truck� he shook his head.
�Damn it all, why you gotta be so cute?� the woman sighed, taking out her wallet. �Here, forty dollars. Promise to use it to get on a bus and get your stupid ass back home, alright? I swear I�d better not see you on the six o�clock news dead cause you went back to your stupid ass pimp� she shook her head, handing Bakura two twenty dollar bills.
�Yes, ma�am� Bakura smiled, taking the money and hopping off the truck.
//Marik said I�d need a hundred, though// he thought, pretending to walk back to the gas station store until he was out of the site of the woman and went to another truck. He got up on the step and found a husky, yet strong man who appeared to be in his thirties sitting behind the wheel writing in a log book, the window half way down.
�That looks boring, wanna have some fun?� Bakura asked, mentally rolling his eyes at how lame his line was.
The man looked up at Bakura, �How much?� he asked.
�How much are you willing to pay?� Bakura replied with a question of his own.
The man looked at Bakura a moment, �For you, fifty bucks� he offered.
�Seventy� Bakura smirked.
�Sixty� the man bargained, �For any service� he added.
�For you, sure� Bakura shrugged, getting in the truck when the man opened the door and moved over.
�Wow, this isn�t bad for a truck� Bakura observed, finding that behind the seats was a tiny cabin that even had a small bed.
�It works� the man shrugged, �Bed�s actually soft, go lay down on it� he ordered.
With his heart racing Bakura shrugged casually, �Ok� he walked in to the tiny space and sat down on the bed.
�I can tell this is your first time� he man chuckled, �I can see it in your eyes, you�re trying a little too hard to be relaxed.�
�Experience starts with the first time� Bakura chuckled, mentally rolling his eyes again.
The man smirked and stepped in to the tiny space as well, closing a small door, �Take your clothes off� he ordered.
Bakura slowly began to move, first removing his shirt, the question �Is this worth it?� running through his head like a broken record.
�Faster!� the man growled.
Bakura hesitantly began to undo his belt when the man suddenly slapped his face and pushed him on to the bed, quickly undoing his belt and pants and yanking them off. He grabbed Bakura�s hair and pulled it hard, taking out a knife from his boot and pressing it against Bakura�s neck.
�All you whores have the same problem, you�re way too trusting� he chuckled, licking his lips as he seen the fear and anger in Bakura�s eyes. �Now, first I want you to suck my dick, and then I�m going to fuck the shit out of you� he sat back and pulled Bakura�s head between his legs.
Using the hand that still held the knife the man undid his pants and shoved Bakura�s face towards his cock. Bakura reluctantly put the man�s penis in his mouth and as skillfully as possible began to suck it, hoping to please the man as much as possible to make sure he got away once they were finished.
�Oh�yeah�you�ve done this before, huh? Yeah, you like this, don�t ya?� the man moaned, bucking his hips slightly.
A few minutes later the man jerked Bakura�s head back and pushed him down on the bed on his stomach.
�Now for the fun part� he said as he quickly entered Bakura, smiling when he seen the teenager squeeze his eyes shut and grit his teeth in pain. �Oh stop being such a baby, you know you like this� the man laughed as he continued to thrust in to Bakura.
Bakura clutched the small pillow his head was on, hating that his body was getting pleasure from this. After about ten minutes the man pulled out of Bakura and got up and stood by his face and continued to stroke himself quickly.
�Don�t move� he smirked, his cum gushing out on to Bakura�s face, mostly his mouth.
Bakura lay breathing hard, his ass sore, feeling the man�s warm semen on his face and being laughed at.
�Thanks� the man chuckled, shaking his head.
Bakura slowly sat up and found some tissue to wipe the cum off and he quickly dressed. As soon as Bakura finished dressing the man grabbed his arm and practically pushed him out of the truck, Bakura landing on the concrete and scrapping his hands and then falling over to his side.
�Here you fucking skank� the man tossed three twenties to the ground and started his truck.
Bakura quickly grabbed the bills before they could blow away and slowly stood, feeling tears come to his eyes but he refused to let them fall. He began to make his way back to Marik�s car, finding both Marik and Malik already in the car.
�You were in that one for a while� Marik chuckled, �Having a little too much fun, huh? How much did you make?� he asked, starting the car and pulling back on to the highway.
�Hundred� Bakura answered quietly, looking at the cash in his hands.
�Cool, I got eighty, but close enough� Malik smiled, looking out his window.
�Hundred and twenty� Marik bragged, �I am the man� he chuckled.
�Do you guys do this a lot?� Bakura asked, pocketing his money and stretching his legs back out in the back seat and looking out the window across from him.
�Not a lot� Malik shrugged, �Feels weird at first, I know, but after a while it doesn�t really matter and really you�re not doing much for a lot of money. Most people have to work like eight hours a day to get the money we just made� he said as if this was a positive side to the experience.
�Yeah� Bakura nodded, crossing his arms.
�Noah and Seto did it once just for the hell if it, even though they didn�t need the money, obviously� Marik laughed.
Almost four hours later the three could see the tall rides of the amusement park, however the usually open and full parking lot was empty and locked.
�Ah fuck! They�re closed! Great idea, Malik� Marik cursed.
�It is fall� Bakura reminded.
�I forgot, god, don�t yell at me. You agreed to come here� Malik crossed his arms in a pout.
�Now what?� Marik grumbled.
�I say we get some food with the money we would have used on the park� Bakura suggested, knowing all three of them were starving.
Marik sighed and pulled in to a Wendy�s. The three got out and walked inside the fast food restaurant.
�Guess we�ll just have to drive back, now� Bakura said as he talked with his mouth full of his hamburger.
�Yeah, its gonna take like five hours. Its two now� Malik said disappointed, munching on his fries.
�Fuck that. If the park was open we�d be gone until tomorrow anyway. We might as well stay in this town and have some fun� Marik refused the idea of going back to their �boring� town.
�Like what? The mall? Come on, there�s nothing to do here any more than there is back home� Bakura shook his head.
�There�s got to be something� Malik disagreed.
Marik got a devilish smirk on his face, �Oh there is� he assured.
Malik smiled excited, �Tell me!� he said impatiently.
�In the car� Marik smiled at Bakura, �You�ll love this. You�re going to wish you thought of it.�
Bakura got a smirk of his own, �Well then, at least now I know it�s good.�
�God, you two always look so sexy when you�re so evil like that� Malik licked his lips.
Marik smiled at his lover, �Oh, you just gave me a good idea on top of that one. This is going to be great. We�ll have to wait until late at night, though� he informed, sipping his Sprite.
�Oh of course� Bakura smiled.
The three stood, leaving their trash on the table and walked out to Marik�s car. They then drove to a Motel 6 and paid for a cheap, small, one bed room, though the single bed was a king size.
�I love being on the second floor� Malik said, looking out the window at the city.
Marik came up behind his lover, snaking his arms around his waist and putting his hands right above Malik�s groin, �I love being on the second floor with you; makes it harder for you to escape� he whispered in his lover�s ear.
Bakura plopped down on the large bed with a sigh, looking at the two. Rolling his eyes he leaned over to the night table on the right and grabbed the remote for the tv, turning it on.
�Bored?� Malik asked, turning in Marik�s arms to face his lover.
�Slightly� Bakura replied, flipping through the limited channels.
�Well, we need to get some stuff for tonight, anyway� Marik said, letting go of Malik and sitting on the bed. �First, we need vodka, tequila, beer, something like that, all of the above. Then lots of spray paint� he listed.
�Spray paint? Sounds fun, is that part of tonight?� Malik asked, going over and sitting in Marik�s lap, one leg on either side of him.
�Yup. You know that huge Catholic church here? We�re going to break in� Marik smirked.
�That�s awful, you�re so bad� Malik smiled as he leaned in to kiss Marik�s neck, nipping the skin.
Bakura got off the bed, �I�ll get it� he volunteered.
�Here�s my money� Malik handed Bakura his cash as Marik undid his pants.
�Thanks� Bakura said a bit dryly and put the money in his pocket.
He grabbed the card key to the room and left. With his hands in his pockets Bakura left the motel and walked to the nearest gas station, taking his time. Bakura lit a cigarette as he walked, //Why does Malik seem to act so dense? I mean, he agrees with everything Marik says and goes along with anything. He�s so fucking dependent on Marik�he�s almost like how I use to be. I don�t know, maybe he�s just happy with Marik and really does like doing everything Marik comes up with. I wonder if dad is worried about me, probably. He hasn�t bothered to call, though// Bakura thought, taking out his cell phone real quick to see if he had any missed calls. //Malik and Marik say they love me enough to let me be part of their relationship, but they definitely wanted me gone just now. No one really seems to love me�// Bakura dropped his cigarette to the ground as he reached the entrance doors to the gas station. He slowly browsed through the aisles, grabbing Marik�s order and went to the counter, pulling out his fake ID.
�Not gonna drink all that yourself, are ya hun?� the woman behind the counter asked as she scanned the liquor and spray paint.
�No� Bakura said in a low tone, not really wanting to talk.
�Not gonna kill yourself, are ya?� the woman chuckled, looking at his ID carefully.
�You�re just suppose to sell the shit and mind your own business, right?� Bakura glared.
�You just seemed down� the woman shrugged, handing back the ID and ringing up the total. �Sixty dollars and twenty-two cents� she informed.
Bakura pulled out the cash and grabbed the paper bag, then pocketed the change when the woman handed it to him.
�Have a good afternoon� the woman automatically said.
Bakura just moved out of the way for the next customer and left the store. He walked even slower back to the motel, his earlier thoughts eating away at his heart. He felt very alone and being in a different city made the feeling just that much worse. //Maybe I should just kill myself. I could just go somewhere and drink all this shit myself and�jump off a bridge or something// Bakura thought, his depression growing as he reached the hotel sooner than he would have liked. He rode the elevator to the second floor and walked to the room, opening the door. He ignored the noises and movements coming from under the covers of the bed and sat at the little table by the window, putting the bag down and looked out at the city as he lit another cigarette. Bakura reached in the bag and opened a bottle of vodka and began to drink straight from the bottle. About thirty minutes later Malik and Marik finally orgasmed and the room became a bit quieter. Still under the covers Bakura could hear them whispering and kissing, obviously holding each other. He looked at the ash tray, finding he had smoked three cigarettes and two blunts, and drank almost the entire bottle of vodka. Bakura slouched in the chair, his head falling back as he starred at the ceiling.

�We need showers bad now� Marik said as he took the covers off himself and Marik.
�Well if we go together we�ll never get out and I won�t be able to sit� Malik giggled, �You can go first� he offered.
�You just want to lay here longer� Marik teased and kissed Malik�s cheek, �Be right back� he promised and went to the bathroom, closing the door.
Malik stretched and looked over at Bakura. His smile faded when he noticed his friend�s eyes bloodshot and teary, his body limp.
�Bakura�did you drink all that yourself?� he asked concerned, getting out of the bed and putting his boxers on. He walked over to the table and noticed how much Bakura had smoked as well, �Bakura, are you ok?� he asked.
Bakura slowly moved his eyes to look at his friend, ��yeah�just lea..ve me alon..nne� he mumbled, slowly sitting up and standing, only to fall to the floor.
�Oh God, Bakura�you need to lay down� Malik said, using all his strength to pick Bakura up and carry him to the bed.
�Malik�� Bakura said with a groan, �I think�I�m gonna blow chunks� he held his stomach.
Malik grabbed the small trash can that was beside the night table and put it near the bed, �Well if you do there�s a trash can here, ok? You just need to sleep it off, alright? You�ll be ok. And tonight we�ll have some fun and go home� Malik smiled, petting Bakura�s hair.
�I�m not tired� Bakura choked in his words as if about to cry.
�Just lay here, then, ok? I�ll keep you company� Malik moved over Bakura and laid down beside him.
Bakura just turned his head away from Malik, but didn�t care when his friend held one of his hands and rested his head on his chest. Marik came out of the bathroom and looked at the two on the bed.
�Is he ok?� he asked, walking over to Bakura and then looking at the table, �Damn, Kura� he shook his head.
�He just needs to lay here for a while� Malik said, getting up to shower next.
Marik put on his boxers and sat beside Bakura on the bed and began to pet his hair, �I know you, Kura, what are you depressed about?� he asked softly, hearing the water come on as his lover began to shower, �Is it your dad?� he asked after getting no response.
Bakura turned his head to look up at Marik, �I�m fine. Just in another world right now� he gave a small smile and moved to hug one of Marik�s legs.
Marik gave a low sigh and turned the tv on, continuing to run a hand through Bakura�s hair.
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SecretSoul: ^_^ finally. Reviews! Motivation, inspiration�you know, I just had so many different ideas for this fic and was able to finally decide which to use.
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