Internal Scars | By : FireWeaver Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1792 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Author: WOW!!! Exams are done!!! I wish I could write more
often, but you’ll have to spare me because of second semester starting, and I’m
going to an Anime con next week so I have to draw/make stuff to sell…I have one
hard term this year so I’ll be a little slow to update.
Bakura: YES!!!
Author: He’s mean… >< Anyways…I have been slow because
I have been debating about which fic to update…this one or my other one, Wish
You Were Here With Me…really sad though…no one’s reading that one…and I
actually like it too…someone read it?
Malik: Yea…show me some love here…
Anyways…please R&R… trying to figure out how to
structure this story…I’m a spontaneous writer so most
things come out at random…
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Bakura was in tears by the time he re-encountered his moments
with Yami; his sadistic sex tactics, and how when the prince was bored that he
would throw him to Seto or even the guards if he was being really bad.
Malik was hushed and quietly he held onto his friend,
knowing no other method to comfort the white haired thief. Bakura has rarely to
never broken down in front of him before…and seeing him so helpless and pained
almost scared Malik.
“Maybe you should finish telling me some other time,” Malik
rubbed Bakura’s back, “You were really really brave to have put up with it,
endured it and still living…I feel bad for ever making a fuss about my own
past.”
“Y-you shouldn’t,” Bakura blubbered, “your past hurt too…”
Bakura would never get to over emotional in front of anyone
but Ryou and Malik; not even Marik has seen him with his walls broken down.
Malik pulled some tissues out of a Kleenex box and handed
them to Bakura, “Fix yourself up, or else Ryou’s going to suspect something and
bombard you with questions…I know you’re not ready to face him with it yet.”
Nodding, the pale boy nodded again and blew his nose into
the tissues offered to him, “Thanks Malik…I really mean it. You can kind of
understand why I’m a little psycho now,” he managed a grin.
Malik smiled back, “You and me both.”
That certainly lightened up the mood and by the time Ryou
came back downstairs again, both were happily chatting, Bakura a lot happier
that he got the load off his chest, somewhat…at least it weighed less now.
“You can take your shower now Bakura!” Ryou chimed into
their conversation, “Malik can help me with dinner.”
Taking his cue Malik got up and followed Ryou to the
kitchen.
Bakura smiled softly to himself and went upstairs.
“Does a really big salad with all the trimmings suit you?”
Ryou looked into the fridge, “We have a lot of salad stuff.”
“Sounds delicious to me,” Marik leaned over Ryou’s hunched
figure to pull out carrots. Carrying the bag over to the sink he emptied its
contents and proceeded to wash them, “just remember…”
“I know! I know! No meat!” Ryou sighed, “I know you well
enough.”
“Then what’s with that steak you’re pulling out of the
freezer?”
“Oh, this?” Ryou help the frozen
piece of meat, “Bakura always has meat at dinner; he hates it cooked but I do
it anyways. Ruins the flavour, he says.”
Malik laughed, “That’s Bakura for you. Once in an alley he
was so hungry he killed a rat and ate it on spot.”
Ryou gagged, “What?!?! That’s disgusting! He never told me
that!”
“Because you’d never kiss him again if he did!” Malik and
Ryou laughed at the comment but Malik felt a jab when he said it. He would have
still kissed Bakura anyways…
“As long as he washed his mouth,” Ryou set the steak on a
tray, then into the oven to heat. When he looked up his eyes suddly grew
extremely concerned “You alright?”
“H-huh?” Malik looked down to see
him slicing away absentmindedly at his finger, totally missing the carrot he
was holding in his hand, “Holy shit!”
Rushing to his aid the white haired hikari turned on a rush
of cold water which deposited itself over Malik’s torn finger, “You didn’t even
flinch! You must have sawed a good chunk of flesh off!”
The coldness numbed the pain. As Malik watched blood run
down the drain he asked, “Does Bakura…ever…mention…” he trailed off.
Ryou looked confused, “Mention what?” Malik rarely lost his
boldness.
“Me…if I was a good friend…or lover or something…I have told
him…about…my…you know…”
Baffled by the question, Ryou remained silent. Turning off
the faucet he quietly lead Malik to the table and bandaged his finger, “He…”
gazing up at Malik’s desperate look for an answer, he replied, “He did say you
looked like a good kisser and look hot.”
“Really?” He didn’t mean to sound
as enthusiastic as it did, but it sounded like that anyways.
Ryou backed off, “I’ll finish dinner…” he whispered and
left.
Malik felt really stupid; that was so obvious. Ryou must be
on to him now. Will the little hikari trust him with his yami now?
Bakura relinquished the hot water sliding off his back while
he worked dirt from his hair.
Having sex in that little haven of Ryou’s was pure bliss.
Like usual Bakura covered himself before Ryou could see him…he saw the hurt
look in Ryou’s eyes, but understanding as well.
“I am being really stupid…it’s Ryou…not…them…” scrubbing the
green shampoo that Ryou keeps in the bathroom vigorously into his hair, he
continued to ponder, “I don’t even know why I compare my sweet hikari to those…fucking
assholes.” He smelled the green apple fragrance as he washed the foam from his
hair, “Ryou’s sweet and gentle in which they’re not…maybe I should open myself up
to him more…it has been a couple millennia after all…” turning off the shower
he stepped out. Staring into the misted mirror he examined his body. Even
though he shared Ryou’s form, the years of him being a thief still showed
through; the leanness of his sculpted figure, his longer fingers and legs.
Wiping some of the fog away he peered at his face, “Light skin makes me
look…weird,” he commented to no one in particular as he began to dry off
Life seemed to be getting better already. Ryou was a
beautiful as ever, Malik and him are friends again,
and Ryou’s probably going to see Bakura fully naked for the first time in his
life tonight. Yes…life was good…the past is the past.
Deciding to dress in something particularly daring tonight
Bakura donned black leather pants and an open shirt with a chain to encircle
his neck. “Do I look hot or what?” He said, admiring himself in the mirror
before strutting out of the room, his old arrogant self returning.
Just the sight of Ryou’s gaping mouth was more than satisfying
as he made his way into the kitchen. Pulling the smaller boy into an embrace
his kissed his forehead, “How do I look babe?”
Ryou was running his hands delicately over his chest and
stomach, “Amazing.”
“Glad you thought so, cause these pants are riding up my
ass!”
Ryou giggled and leaned in for a kiss with his lover.
They heard Malik choke in the background, but not from the
reason they were thinking of.
“Come off it Malik!” Bakura whirled around, “It’s not like
you haven’t seen us making out before. Or do you think I’m so hot that you want
a kiss too?” Leaping away from Ryou Bakura pounced on the Egyptian and
smothered his lips.
Malik almost freaked out right there and then. His eyes
widening in shock as Bakura’s warm lips pressed against his, his smooth chest
against his…His… Turning away quickly he gasped, pulling away, feeling himself
grow hard, “Ummm…I need to use the bathroom,” and he rushed out.
“What the hell’s wrong with him? I only did it for fun,”
turning to Ryou he realized his lover was completely stoned, staring with a
look of utter horror, “What’s wrong?”
“You…you…” Ryou stammered.
“Oh come off it. I was just teasing him” Bakura headed back
to his lover and kissed him again, “I only have eyes for you.” Wrapping his
arms around the boy he led him back into the kitchen, “Now show me what you
have been making.”
Ryou knew that he shouldn’t confide with Bakura about his
suspicions, especially when Bakura seemed so much happier now, so he let
himself be brought back into the kitchen where some hanky panky ensued.
Malik leaned against the wall, trying to calm himself,
forcing himself not to release into his pants, “Damn…Shit…Fuck…Fuck…” he
whimpered as he closed his eyes, but every time came the vivid image of a
certain pale haired thief, his lush lips…his chest…his…
Rapping his head against the wall Malik gasped as he felt
himself throb again; knowing it was hopeless he unbuckles his pants and quickly
pounded a release into his hands, then proceeded to wash them in the sink,
feeling disgusted with himself. So he missed Bakura, went to his place, found
out his past, saw him in a sexy outfit…and instantly his groin goes off its
rocker; just what kind of respect does he have for his friend?
Shoving the wrinkled organ back into his pants and zipping
it up, he breathed shakily, feeling feverish. He felt horrible…he had betrayed
Ryou’s trust already and Bakura probably thought him a weirdo.
Might as well face the music. Taking a few more breaths to
calm himself he left the bathroom and headed back into the kitchen.
Dinner went by in silence, with only Bakura making loud
chatter once in awhile, before resuming in devouring his meat.
Malik stole glances at the tomb robber once every so often,
pointlessly forking salad into his mouth.
Ryou finished quickly and had contented himself with lying
on his koi’s shoulder for the remainder of the meal.
When the moments of silence were finally over, Malik stood
up, “Thanks for inviting me you guys…I haven’t had a get together in a while,
and my yami’s always out.”
Ryou looked up and softly replied, “You’re welcome Malik.
You should come over more often.” However, there was a slightly strained look
on his face.
“Next time we’ll get drunk or something,” Bakura added.
Smiling gently Malik headed to the door, the others trailing
him, “Next time though; not around innocent little Ryou.”
Ryou pouted.
“My baby’s growing up Malik, you’d
be surprised if you had him in bed…”
“Bakura!”
The thief gave a wiry grin and kissed Ryou on the nose
before saying good bye to Malik, who left.
On the way upstairs Bakura gave Ryou a curious look, “Why
were you so tense around him after I left to shower? You were just fine with
him before.”
“I don’t know…” Ryou trailed off, “I think it’s because I
haven’t seen him in awhile and I didn’t know how to act.”
“That’s stupid Ryou; you know that we are good friends.”
“Yea…maybe I was a little out of it tonight. I was
thinking,” Ryou stopped at the top of stairway, “What made you so happy today?”
“Just brightened my mood to hang out with Malik a bit, caught
up on the old times and all,” leaning close to Ryou, he whispered with lust, “I
have something to show you tonight…”
Ryou gasped at the change of Bakura’s mood, “W-What?”
He could hear his yami’s deep chuckle as he pulled him into
their bedroom, “Something you’ve been longing to see…” tossing Ryou lightly
onto the bed he stripped quickly, boldly, before he could have second thoughts
about the situation, and stood bare naked in front of Ryou’s shocked eyes.
The boy stared, wide eyed from where he lay on the bed,
completely stunned by Bakura’s actions. He stared at the nude body in front of
him, his smooth, toned arms and legs, his taut stomach, his chest, his manhood…
“I love you…” he silently mouthed out.
“I know…” Bakura gazed at Ryou, who looked entranced;
walking forward he leaned over his hikari, and kissed him gently, “Only someone
as special as you could probably get me to reveal myself to you.”
Ryou’s heart melted from his yami’s simple words as he
wrapped his arms around Bakura’s head and pulled him down for another feverish
kiss.
Bakura climbed on top of the bed; for the rest of the
evening, Ryou explored Bakura in ways he couldn’t before, blossoming
a new type of love for his dark sided lover.
~*~*~*~*
Author: I know it seems as if I’m throwing the story off
track, but I needed this chapter to help me develop the story, don’t worry,
I’ll tie up the ends soon…every story needs an odd chapter… ^^
Bakura: What’s with you and your twisted love triangles?
Author: I try…really…
Bakura: ><
Author: Anyways, please review! Yes I’ll try to make this
flow a little smoother next chapter! It’s hard to write spontaneously, I always
change my ideas… ^^
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