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Relative Insanity

Chapter 7

Before Ryou
even opened his eyes he knew he was alone.
He had felt Bakura come to bed, wrapping him in warmth at some point in
the night; now with the light he was gone.
Ryou sat up and stretched, still feeling tired despite the many hours of
sleep he�d gotten. He hadn�t had meds
in two days and he wondered if the fatigue was a side effect. Other than being tired he felt perfectly
normal and that was a good sign.

He picked
up his jeans from the floor and slipped them on, before grabbing Bakura�s
t-shirt and heading up the stairs. He
smiled when he realized the shirt fell mid-thigh, the neck slipping to the
side, revealing his collarbone. He
opened the door at the top of the stairs and entered the kitchen. The storm had passed in the night and
sunlight streamed through the small window over the sink. Bakura was sitting at the table drinking
coffee and smoking while Yami read the newspaper. The kitchen was completely silent. Bakura looked up and noticed Ryou, giving him a lopsided grin.

�Morning.� Ryou smiled, stretching and enjoying the
sunshine.

�Morning. Sleep well?�

�Like the
dead.�

Bakura
motioned for Ryou to come over while taking the last drag off his smoke and
putting it out. He pulled Ryou into his
lap, pressing his forehead against the smaller man�s shoulder and hugging him
tight. Bakura remained silent, just
enjoying the feel of Ryou in his lap.
Things were getting complicated; he should have thought it through
better. He had been so desperate to get
them out that he hadn�t thought of all the implications, including the strings
attached to living with Yami. They had
no choice now; they had nowhere else to go until Bakura made some money. Ryou wasn�t cut out to live on the street
and Ryou was now his responsibility.

He kept
quiet, feeling Bakura�s inner turmoil and vaguely remembering an argument from
the night before. Ryou glanced at Yami
behind his paper, wondering if the two were on speaking terms. Yami met his eyes, arcing an eyebrow in
question and smiling.

�How�re you
feeling today? Better?�

Ryou
nodded, smiling in return. �Much. I was just over tired.�

Yami
nodded, still looking intently at Ryou � making him a bit uncomfortable with
the intensity in those crimson eyes.
Ryou was just about to ask Yami if there was something else he wanted
when Bakura growled over his shoulder.

�Drop it.�

Ryou turned
to look at Bakura, missing Yami�s smirk before he retreated behind his
paper. Bakura�s eyes were hard and Ryou
could feel the tension in his body. The
room was brimming with it. Bakura
nudged Ryou off his lap and stood, talking him by the hand and leading him back
downstairs.

�What was that
about?� Ryou looked at Bakura genuinely
concerned.

Bakura
flopped down on the bed, stretching out and folding his hands on his
chest. �Nothing.�

�Bakura-�

�I said
it�s nothing!� Bakura snapped,
immediately regretting being so harsh; this wasn�t Ryou�s fault. �I�m sorry�come here�please.�

He held out
his hand and waited for Ryou to take it.
Ryou looked at him, hesitating for a moment before joining him on the
bed. He allowed Bakura to pull him into
his arms and hold him. Ryou was worried
� Bakura was unusually quiet and tense. Bakura held onto Ryou, trying to calm
down; Yami was making things more difficult playing his games. It felt like everything was careening wildly
out of control and Ryou was his only anchor.

Ryou looked
into his eyes and kissed him gently.
Bakura felt such purity in the kiss and needed more to be
satisfied. He flipped Ryou onto his
back and returned the kiss with fervor.
Ryou felt the strength of Bakura�s inner turmoil while succumbing to the
frenzy, trying desperately to sooth him.
They quickly became wild, Bakura touching Ryou like a man possessed, all
the while Ryou using his body to try to calm the rage within his lover. Bakura frantically removed their clothes,
exploring Ryou hungrily with his mouth, teasing and probing before finally
wrapping himself around the smaller man�s body and plunging deep into Ryou�s
tight heat. He nipped at Ryou�s back as
he fucked him, moaning his lover�s name like a prayer, unable to get close
enough. He gripped Ryou�s erection in
his fist, matching the chaos of their rhythm.
He was so close to the edge, allowing himself to come only after Ryou
had screamed his name, and feeling his hand slick with Ryou�s release. Once the power of their orgasms faded, they
lay there panting for breath, Bakura unable to let go of the body beneath him.

�Are you
okay? I didn�t hurt you, did I?�

Ryou shook
his head, chuckling. �No�but you almost
killed me. Feeling better?�

Bakura
pulled away with regret, laying back on the bed and grabbing a discarded
t-shirt to wipe off his hand. �Much
better. Come here and lay with me.�

Ryou
reached for a blanket, pulling it over them and laying his head on Bakura�s
chest, marveling at the hardness of the muscle beneath. They lay in silence, Bakura absentmindedly
running his fingers through Ryou�s soft hair.
He was just starting to drift when Bakura�s low voice rumbled in his
chest, bringing him back.

�We only
need to stay here a couple of weeks.�

�It�s okay,
I don�t mind. Yami�s�interesting.�

�Has he
said anything to you?� Bakura tried to
keep his voice neutral, casual.

�About
what?� Ryou lifted his head and rested
his chin on Bakura�s chest. He looked
questioningly into those deep eyes, wondering what this was really about.

�About
working for him.�

�No.� Ryou hesitated a moment before deciding to
push forward. �What exactly does Yami
do?�

�It�s not
important. If he offers you work, just
tell him no.�

Ryou
sighed, slightly pissed at that answer; he wasn�t a child. �Bakura, I�m not an idiot. I know a single guy can�t afford a house
like this, that car, all these things and not work unless he was a trust fund
baby. What he�s doing can�t be legal.�

Bakura
thought about this and figured he at least owed Ryou an explanation. �Yami�s been a good friend for years. I trust him with my life, and I owe him my
life. Despite this Yami is a dangerous
man; he�s shrewd and deadly if you cross him.
He has connections that even I don�t know about � major
connections. He�s a businessman really;
he moves�product and controls the distribution. Basically he�s the middle man between the big guys and the
streets; he receives the product and his runners distribute.� Bakura stopped, collecting his thoughts
before continuing. �I�m one of his
runners, but he lets me come and go as I please. When I�m strapped for cash I come for a little work and leave
when I�m ready. It�s always been like
that with us � it�s complicated.�

�And Jou�s
a runner too?�

Bakura
looked at him sharply. �You�ve met
Jou?�

�Yesterday
afternoon. He and Yami went into
another room for a while then he left.
He seemed nice enough.�

�He�s not
nice, not at all.� Bakura�s voice had a
hard edge, if Ryou didn�t know better he would have thought him afraid. �Stay away from him, that guy�s not safe.�

�Are he and
Yami-�?

�I don�t
want to know what�s going on between them and neither do you.�

�Alright
Bakura, don�t worry, I get it.�

Bakura
realized he�d freaked and tried to relax.
�Bottom line � just don�t let Yami talk you into anything, alright?�

�No
problem. You just be careful.�

�Don�t
worry about me. Two weeks and we�ll
have enough cash for two tickets anywhere you want to go. We can start over.�

Ryou kissed
Bakura�s chin before snuggling against him again. �I like the sound of that.�

Jou walked
out of the bar into the night air, flicking his cigarette onto the ground. His face was a mask of seriousness as he
followed the blonde into the alley, moving silently behind. He stood there, watching the man position
himself against the wall and unzipping his fly. Jou smiled at the thought of whacking this guy with his dick
hanging out of his pants, but instead waited for him to shake it off and zip up
again. The blonde turned, momentarily
surprised to see someone standing there; he immediately dismissing him, trying
to walk past. Jou braced his legs
apart, blocking the path, arms crossed casually across his chest.

�Marik?�

�Piss off!�

�My,
my�manners!� Jou moved fast, punching
the blonde in the stomach and watching him crumple to the ground. �Now, let�s try this again. You are Marik, correct?�

The blonde
nodded frantically, trying to catch his breath and struggling to stand. Jou reached out a hand, helping him up and
grinning. �See � if you had just
answered me straight away this wouldn�t have happened.� Jou�s expression turned in a flash, his grin
gone, and his eyes hard. Marik took a
step back, alarmed. He was familiar
with crazy and this guy was a fucking lunatic.

�I hear you
have a taste for boys, huh? Like it a
bit rough, do you?�

�I � I don�t
know what the fuck you�re talking about.�
Marik sneered, trying not to lose his composure.

�I met him,
you know, and he seemed like a really sweet kid. You should have left him alone.�
Jou shook his head, genuine sadness in his eyes.

�Who the fuck
are you talking about?�

�Tsk,
tsk. Let�s not play dumb, Marik, be a
man.� Jou took a step forward and it
took all of Marik�s resolve to hold his ground. �Ryou. His
boyfriend was not overly happy with your little transgression � not happy at
all.�

Marik�s
eyes grew wide, realizing his situation.
Jou shook his head, sympathy oozing in his voice. �Luckily I offered to help him out, so he
wouldn�t need to get his hands dirty.�
Jou stepped closer and Marik lost his nerve, taking a step back. �You should have never touched him.�

Marik
barely registered the glint of steel before it was imbedded in his
stomach. Jou grabbed a fistful of
blonde hair, forcing his head up and looking him in the eye. �You should have kept it in your
pants.� Jou twisted the blade and
brought it upward � feeling the blood soaking his shirt and watching Marik�s
eyes become dull before dropping him in a heap. He bent down and wiped the blood from the blade on Marik�s jeans
before returning it to his pocket and grinning.

God he loved his job.

To be continued�

A/N: Please tell me what you think!!
I need to know! If I�ve made any
mistakes, let me know�I�m trying to post quickly in case we lose power � a
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