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Relative Insanity

Chapter 5

They drove
for an hour before reaching their destination and Ryou was exhausted. Bakura laid him down on the backseat after
he fell asleep leading against the window, and climbed into the front. He grinned at his friend, still pumped that
they�d actually pulled it off. Yami
glanced at him then turned his attention back to the road.

�Are you
sure he�s okay?�

�Ryou? He�s fine.
His hand is going to hurt like hell, but other than that he�s okay. Man, he really tooled on that guy-�

�That�s not
what I meant.� Yami was silent for a
moment, trying to be as diplomatic as possible. �What I�m trying to get at is- is he going to be okay in the long
run, without help, without meds?�

�It�s just like
you Yami, always trying to see the worse possible thing in everything.�

�I�m just
trying to be realistic, Bakura. If
you�d actually listen to what I�m saying every now and then you�d realize that
I�m usually right.� Yami�s voice was
calm and filled with authority. �That
kid was there for a reason Bakura, he�s not like you, just bored and
looking for a thrill. All I�m saying is
keep a close eye on him.�

�Are you
done lecturing me now?�

�Yeah. Now you�re on your own.� Yami smirked. He said his peace, now he�d stay out of it. �I bet you didn�t think he had it in him,
did you?�

Bakura
laughed, shaking his head. �Would you� look at him? I think that�s what I like about him- he�s
nothing like he seems.�

�I would
have guessed his dark half to be you, instead of something he created on his
own.� Yami looked at him again. �Just be careful, alright?�

Ryou felt
himself being lifted and opened his eyes to find Bakura carrying him. �You could have just woken me up.�

�I felt
like carrying you.�

�Put me
down, Bakura.�

�No�I�ll
put you down when I�m ready.�

They
entered through the side door of a small ranch style house. Bakura set Ryou effortlessly on the floor
and smirked at the disgruntled look he was given. Ryou shot Bakura a final glare and looked around curiously. The house was small, sparsely furnished and
incredibly neat. Yami walked in and
smiled amusedly at the two boys standing in his living room.

�You two
can have the small room in the basement, I figured you�d appreciate your
privacy.�

�Thank you,
Yami, for being so thoughtful.�

Bakura
laughed, nudging Ryou with his elbow.
�Don�t thank him, he�s just keeping us out of his way.�

�That might
be true, but you�re also guests here until you figure out where you�re heading. Until then, make yourself at home.�

Ryou looked
at him, surprised with the kindness.
�Do you live here alone?�

�Yeah, and
I like it that way, so try to control Bakura, he can be a bit of a
handful.� Yami laughed at the serious
expression on Ryou�s face and wondered what he�d gotten himself into with this
kid. �Listen, I�m running out to grab
some food, any requests?�

�Beer, and
lots of it. Oh and can you snag me
another pack of smokes?�

Yami turned
and left without answering. Ryou listened
as the car started and drove off, wondering if that guy was always so odd. He walked into a small kitchen and was again
amazed at how clean it was; he always thought he was the only one so
fastidious.

�C�mon,
lets go downstairs and check out the accommodations.�

Bakura led
the way down a flight of stairs into the basement. Half of it was used for storage; a wall partitioned off the other
half, with a doorway lacking a door.
They pushed aside the blanket covering the opening and entered into a small
room. There was a threadbare area rug
covering the concrete and off to the side were a mattress and box spring set
directly on the floor. Next to the bed
a small reading lamp perched on top of a milk crate and an old brown recliner
sat in the opposite corner. Bakura
threw himself on the bed, which was covered with a slightly worn patchwork
quilt, and pat the bed next to him, grinning.

�What do
you think?�

�It�s
nice-�

�Not the
basement.� Bakura lunged forward and
grabbed Ryou by the wrist, pulling him down and kissing him, tasting what he�d
been denied. Bakura pulled away and enjoyed the bemused expression on Ryou�s
face. �Just think�we have the house to
ourselves, some privacy, and we can be as loud as we want.�

�Yami could
be back any time.�

Bakura
rolled his eyes, exasperated. �Why do
you think he took off so soon?�

Ryou
grinned and pulled Bakura towards him.
They kissed, tongues velvety against each other and hands exploring,
while their passion surged. Their
clothes came off quickly, desperate to feel their skin touching. Ryou tried to subdue his lover, only to be
pushed back onto the bed with a growl.

�Now it�s
my turn.�

Bakura straddled Ryou�s hips and
pinned his arms over his head before sucking gently on the tender flesh of his
neck. He took his time exploring the
smaller boy�s body, tasting and touching everywhere, drowning in his
scent. He finally reached the object of
his quest and looked up into Ryou�s lust filled eyes, pleased that it was his
doing. Bakura slowly licked down Ryou�s
length, teasing the sensitive spot right under the head, before taking him into
his mouth. Ryou arched off the bed,
thrusting himself deeper into Bakura�s mouth, feeling the soft moans of his lover
vibrating against his erection. Ryou was
overwhelmed with the sensations and as felt himself getting close, he pushed
Bakura away, drawing him upwards, searching.

�I don�t want to come until you�re
inside of me.� Ryou uttered a hoarse plea, his mind becoming increasingly
clouded with their lovemaking.

Ryou guided
Bakura up into a kneeling position so he could slick his erection with his
mouth. Bakura moaned and thrust his
hips, watching Ryou underneath him giving him head was an incredibly erotic
sight. When Ryou was satisfied he
pulled Bakura down again and wrapped his legs around his waist. Bakura didn�t hesitate and positioned
himself against Ryou�s entrance. He
eased himself in, watching Ryou�s face for pain and waiting until he adjusted
to his size. Soon they were both
frantically writhing on the bed, Bakura plunging into Ryou while he urged him
on with his cries of pleasure.

�God, Ryou,
you�re so fucking tight.�

Ryou
wrapped his legs around him tighter and buried his face in Bakura�s neck. �Deeper�please, deeper.�

Bakura snaked
a hand between their bodies, taking Ryou�s rock hard member into his hand and
stroking it, urging on his orgasm. Ryou
was moaning loudly, thrusting his hips towards Bakura with every stroke,
teetering right on the edge. Ryou
screamed out Bakura�s name as he came, feeling liquid warmth coating his chest,
dripping down the side of his neck.
Bakura braced his weight with his arms and looking at Ryou�s slick chest
was enough to send him over the edge.
With one final thrust he buried himself deep into Ryou, his orgasm
powerful.

Bakura
looked down at Ryou with a smug expression on his face, enjoying the ravished
look of his lover beneath him. Ryou
laughed, pushing Bakura off him and reaching for a discarded shirt to wipe off
the mess.

�You�re
feeling pretty cocky, aren�t you?�

Bakura
swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, grinning. �You can�t deny that I was good.�

Ryou rolled
to his stomach, propping his head up with his elbow and watched Bakura
rummaging through the pile of clothes thrown on the floor, looking for the
smokes he snagged from Yami. Ryou
enjoyed looking at the muscular build and contours that he had just explored
with his fingers and mouth. Such little
things made him appreciate his freedom.

�I would
think that after not being able to smoke for the last two months, you would
take this opportunity to quit.�

�What, and
squander this opportunity to smoke? Not
on your life.�

Bakura
finally found his cigarettes and tapped one out, pressing it between his lips
and lighting it. He was exhaling,
feeling satisfied, when a picture on the floor caught his eye. He picked it up and looked at it curiously-
it must�ve come out of Ryou�s pocket.

�Who�s
this?� He studied the blonde hair and
bronze skin, not appreciating the leer on the boy�s face in the least.

�Hmm�who�s
who?� Ryou looked up and noticed the
picture Bakura held in his hand. �Show
it to me, I had a couple in my pocket, I need to know which one.�

Bakura held
it so Ryou could see it, but didn�t relinquish it. �That�s Marik.�

Bakura
sighed in exasperation. �Who is
he?�

�He�s just
this guy I knew at the program. He left
about 2 months before you got there.�

�And?�

�And what?�

�Why do you
have his picture? Was he someone
special?�

�No.�

�Then why
bothering carrying around his picture?�

�Because
he�s part of my past I can�t ever allow myself to forget.�

�Did you
fuck him?�

�Not
exactly�listen, you don�t want to hear about this. It�s in the past and it�s not important, really.�

�It�s important
enough for you to keep in your pocket- important enough to take with you. Ryou� now�s not the time to start with
secrets.�

�It�s not a
secret, not really, it�s just unpleasant�C�mon, you�re not going to tell me you
never heard the rumors, you never listened to people talk?�

Bakura was
silent for a moment, taking a deep drag on his cigarette, thinking hard. Ryou just watched him, relaxed, waiting for
the realization to hit. He wasn�t
worried about Bakura knowing, just didn�t know why it was necessary.

Bakura
remembered something, a fleeting glimpse of a past conversation between two
staff in hushed voices; something about two boys getting caught in the act and
then something about a suicide attempt.
His eyes widened slightly as he turned his attention back to Ryou, still
confused.

�I don�t
get it. You were fucking this Marik guy
and got caught? Is that it? What, did he try to kill himself after or
something?�

Ryou shook
his head, smiling sadly. �No, I did.�

�What?!�

�Calm down
Bakura, it�s over�I�m over it.�

�Tell
me.� Bakura�s voice was deceptively
soft, but Ryou could hear the anger.

�Do you
really want to know?�

�I just
said that, didn�t I?� Bakura was trying
to control his anger. He wasn�t even
quite sure why he was mad.

Ryou
sighed, rolling over and stacking his hands beneath his head casually. �Marik was this kid I was roommates
with. He was tough, I mean really
street wise and in a gang. We got along
pretty well, actually. Well, at one
point he started coming on to me, hinting about sex, but always adamant that he
wasn�t gay. I mean this guy was really
freaking nuts. So one night after
lights out he comes over to me and we start fooling around. I really liked him, and I thought it was the
same for him. Anyway�I have my hand
down his pants and we�re kissing, and trust me- he�s enjoying himself. At one point I take his hand and put it on
my hard-on and he totally loses it. He
punches me in the face and calls me a faggot.
I realize now, looking back, that I should have been more afraid, that
guy was really fucking crazy.
Well, for a guy who claims he�s not gay he only had one thing on his
mind.� Ryou stopped, looking hard at
Bakura, hoping he�d said enough.

�You�re not
saying that guy raped you, are you?�

�Yup. Basically I fought him, but he was stronger
than me. It got kind of loud and we got
caught. He warned me if I told anyone
he�d kill me and frankly I believed him.
So I kept my mouth shut, the whole thing got chalked up to an �illegal
relationship� and we were both put in singles, and put on a specialized plan,
which was fine with me because I didn�t want to be around him anyway. They thought they were punishing us, but I
couldn�t have been more relieved. And,
well, I ended up falling into a bit of a depression and it turned ugly. Needless to say, they found me before I
succeeded and the rest is pretty much history.
I got a nasty reputation over nothing.�

Bakura just
stood there, clenching and unclenching his hands, completely enraged. �You seem pretty relaxed about this whole
thing.�

�What am I supposed to do, mourn
for my lost innocence? What�s done is
done.�

�I don�t fucking get it! Why do you keep his fucking picture?�

�I never
want to lose sight of myself, and as long as I remember what it was like to be
a victim, I�ll never have to do it again.�

To be continued�

A/N: Hopefully I
answered some questions that may have been lurking in your minds about the long
lost Marik. I�m sorry I made him an
asshole, but I just couldn�t help it!!
Please, tell me what you think, as always your input keeps me going!
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Relative Insanity

Relative Insanity

Chapter 5

To be continued�