Bittersweet Something

AN: Why 'ello there, dears. I hope that you are enjoying the stroy thus far. I know that you are all suffering from Lemon-withdrawals, but please, hang in there and keep reading. If you do I'll make it worth your while. If I get ten reviews for each chapter so far (1 and 2) in a week I'll promise you at least 7 lemons in this Story I'll try to update every week, and I'll definitely update every month! Thanks to temaris blood sis for the awesome quotes. By the way, if anyone has interest in BETAing this story please don't hesitate to send me an email and if you have questions I'll be answering them at the end of the chapter with Ryou and Bakura, so don't hesitate to ask anything. In this chapter hilarity ensues and such, and there is an ALMOST LEMON-- just to wet your taste buds, and Ryou finds out if he's been de-flowered. LE GASP



Warnings: Mainly Bakura/Ryou and Marik/Malik. Shonen ai, yaoi, LEMON to come, possible semi-non con and Citrus... and drunk driving! OH NO! It's an AU. If you don't like please do not read. Flamers will feel the mighty rathe of my fangirl mind powers. Tee hee! This is my second yaoi, please be gentle, I'm considered to be quite delicate, dears.



The Bloody Disclaimer: I don't make any money off of this. I don't own Yu-gi-oh. I don't own Within Temptation. I don't own the characters. In fact, I don't even own this story, because it belongs to my readers... I don't own the readers either in case your wondering XD Ginger beer for everyone! ( I don't own that either, shh!)



THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO .Minx-101. and temaris blood sis



Chapter Two: Deep Within



Is there a place deep within

A place where you hide your darkest sins

There's a strange kind of ambiance,

it's surrounding you

As a songstress you lure me,

towards the truth



Candles die down as you leave the room

In my heart you leave no gloom

As you lure me I know the truth

You're a leprechaun, I see you through

-- Deep Within, Within Temptation.



The dark room had been filled squabbling as Malik shouted for Marik after blasting Bakura and Ryou's hung-over eardrums. Malik was no older than Ryou but he seemed to scold Bakura like an angry mother. Malik was still dressed in what appeared to be his pyjamas: a pair of black sweat pants and a white cotton tee-shirt that freely displayed his tanned flesh.



Malik's words rushed over every surface in the room. The small room was decorated with dark colours, but that was a blessing for Ryou, anything bright would have destroyed him because of the hangover. He could still smell the faint scent of beer on his breath. The bed he had occupied that night still held warmth, even the wire foot board seemed to have a faint lingering of warmth. Back home he'd receive warmth too. But that warmth was unwelcome in more ways than one.



Even while Malik was releasing his rage on Bakura he directed his gaze at a confused Ryou, who was desperately hoping that his clothes were nearby but instead settled for the black sheets. Malik noticed the distress in the boy's face and scooped in to pat down his ruffled platinum tresses as if he was a child, comforting him.



"What do you have to say for yourself, Bakura?" Malik spat, his hands firmly placed on his hips like a woman. His cinnamon hair caught the glimmer of light that had managed to seep through the black window covering.



Bakura smiled wickedly and shrugged, "Why should I have to say anything for myself?" Bakura's bare chest rose up and down as he laughed heartily in Malik's face.



"You took advantage of a minor this time!" Malik screamed back in Bakura's face with a look of pure outrage.The unforgiving violet in his eyes pulsed and jittered.



This time?... Wait! I resent that! I'm almost not a minor... just one more month Ryou thought to himself. Why am I defending him? Did he take advantage of me? Ryou remained quiet, fiddling with the hem of the sheet in nervous anticipation as he tried to discern the answer in his own way.



Bakura grimaced at the comment. " First of all... Ahem, you're a minor too, tiny and I know someone who takes advantage of you every day," Ryou stifled a laugh as Malik attempted to hide his blush," And secondly, I didn't take advantage of him," Bakura said in half disappointment, pouting his soft lips as he turned away from Malik's eyes as if he'd been insulted.



"You didn't?" Both Malik and Ryou said that the same time, turning to meet each other's confused faces, and then back to Bakura together.



"Nope." Bakura frowned, obviously disappointed.



"T-then, why was I in your bed?" Barely clothed, too, Ryou shuddered leaning in to hear the answer.



"Better yet, why did you bring him home?" Malik questioned with a frenzied tone, also leaning in to hear what kind of smart-ass answer Bakura spit out this time. Ryou tilted in head in confusion. Bakura coughed in preparation to speak, as if it was going to be a long story.



"One. Because he's cute. Two, why don't you explain that one, I'm intrigued."



All of the boys instantly looked to the door where none other than Marik Ishtar had been leaning against the frame laughing heartily to himself at the 'private' discussion. Bakura stared at the scantily clothed muscular sandy haired creature with a mock smile.



"That delicate flower over there is Marik, don't listen to him," Bakura shifted to whisper in Ryou's ear without the others noticing.



Ryou nodded in acknowledgement. I don't know if I trust any of you people...



"Marik, how long have you been standing there?" Malik asked, sweetness that rivalled honey dripped from his voice, still kneeling beside Ryou on the floor.



"Not long, Love, I'm just glad I didn't miss story time!" The tanned one exclaimed, still laughing."Go on Bakura, why don't you share with the class? Have you been stumped at long last?"



"Oh, shut up," Bakura snapped, still pouting."Do you want to hear it or not?"



"Spill it, and I'll try to be nice," Marik smiled wryly, his hands resting on his short covered knees as he sat down on the floor next to Malik.



Bakura semi-smiled for about a nanosecond before his face returned to it's normal scowl. "Fine, it all started when Ryou and I got home last night..."



The air was sweet and laden with the nights moisture. The air was broken by the sound of the approaching motorcycle. The rocks seemed to dash out of the path of the roaring vehicle. The cold wind brushing over the surface of the bike, caressing every curve like an educated lover.



Ryou's eyes tried to keep up with the scenery. The buildings and street lights seemed to cast their shapes away and let the colour spill out into the streets. This enchanted him. He obviously hadn't felt the disadvantages of his actions from earlier. Even under the helmet Bakura had forced him to wear, his hair still flickered out the edges, enjoying the rush of the wind passing through.



Ryou moved in closer to Bakura, who was driving, wrapping his arms even tighter around his waist as they rounded a sharp corner. Ryou let out a little gasp as the bike moved with the curve of the road. He'd never been on a motorcycle before. Tonight was a first for many things he supposed.



"Don't worry little Ryou, we're almost home, and then I can take good care of you," Bakura laughed just imagining what lay around the next few corners.



As innocent as Ryou was all he could conjure was,"Wow, you're such a niice g-guy, Kura."



"I sure hope so."



About after five minutes later and all the unintentional groping Bakura could handle, they'd arrived at Bakura's alleged residence. All the lights in the house were off, except for the flicker of a television screen in the top room on the right of the brick home.



"God I hope they're not watching porn again..." Bakura grimaced.



"What?" Ryou asked innocently, batting his eye lashes over his glazed over brown irises.



"Oh, nothing. Just my friends left the TV on," Bakura recovered.



Ryou seemed to be satisfied with the answer as Bakura lifted him off of the bike. Smiling brightly, Ryou attempted to take a step on his own two feet, only to freeze, gasp and fall directly on his sensitive little bottom. "Ouch!"



Bakura laughed as he kneeled and lifted Ryou into his arms without much effort. "Looks like I'll just have to carry you, I wouldn't want you to fall and hurt yourself," Bakura smirked," I wouldn't want you to scrape up those knees."



Yet.Heh heh. I'll do that later.



Ryou just smiled carelessly, barely understanding what Bakura had been saying. He was deliriously happy, still on a drunken high because of a mere four and a half beers.



Bakura had effortlessly carried Ryou into the house without making a sound. He barely even staggered up the flight of stairs. An incredible feat for someone who was supposedly drunk beyond his own discretion.



"Welcome to my humble home, little Ryou."



The room, which he assumed was Bakura's, was smaller than the room he'd been used to, but held a certain something in the air he couldn't quite describe. The walls had been painted a dark shade of grey, but they'd been littered with posters with unique looking people that said things like : Nightwish, Within Temptation, Slayer, Cradle of Filth, Evanescence, and Slipknot. Furniture was placed randomly about the room. A wardrobe had been placed diagonally in the right corner with an averaged sized television on top, and next to it sat two electric guitars with was appeared to be intricate graphics on them and one black acoustic. The headboard of the bed was placed against the wall and the window that hung over it was covered by heavy black curtains. The bed wasn't made, the red comforter and black sheets displayed their entanglement freely as Bakura dropped Ryou onto the soft mattress with a 'thunk'.



Bakura crawled onto the bed nearly instantly, a fierce growl was being held in his throat as Ryou moved to sit up. Bakura had nearly had enough. The boy had no idea what he'd been doing to the other all night. The way he'd been pressing against Bakura's back, the hot breath that had drifted in his ear when he'd placed his head on Bakura's shoulder on the motorcycle. It was too much to bear!



Bakura crawled over to Ryou's body where he'd been holding himself up with the support of his wrists pressing into the mattress. Bakura placed himself slightly over the other body and chuckled. "Comfy?"



"Mhmm..." Ryou cooed, completely unaware of what he was doing and what was about to happen. If he had known he probably would have been just as willing. Four and a half beers are enough for virgin minors to think they were invincible. At least that's how it was in Ryou's case. Lucky for Bakura.



"Lay down, silly... rest your head," Bakura whispered in his ear seductively.



Ryou complied, laying on his back with arms raised above his head in a sleepy stretch. He was a little to sexy for his own good as he moaned into a more pleasurable position for what he thought was going to be an easy night of sweet drunken dreaming.



Oh, it was going to be a night for a sweet drunken something alright!



Ryou could feel eyes on him and turned to look at a smiling Bakura. It was odd how he was resting on his elbow staring directly at Ryou. It seemed almost... painful.



"What's wrooong, Bakuraa?" Ryou slurped.



"Why you, little Ryou." Bakura chuckled to himself before moving to sit on Ryou's hips. "Yes, you're definitely the problem here Ryou," Bakura smirked as he reached out to Ryou's arms, pinning his thin wrists to the mattress. Ryou looked into Bakura's eyes with confusion.



"Bakura, what are youuu doin'?"Ryou asked looking at both of his pinned wrists, unable to construct what was happening to him in his mind.



"Nothing you won't like, my sweet." Bakura rocked his hips forward into Ryou's pelvis, eliciting a delicious whimper from Ryou's throat. That sweet noise sent shivers through Bakura's body, exciting him like no other. He had to stifle a laugh after unintentionally singing Madonna's Like a Virgin, in his mind. "I promise," Bakura snickered.



"'Kura?" A Look of insecurity painted Ryou's face instantly.



With that, Bakura descended roughly on Ryou's soft lips for the first time. Ryou attempted to resist Bakura's vicious mouth, but failed when Bakura bit his lip and caused him to open his mouth to whine. Bakura Rocked against Ryou's hips roughly as his tongue assaulted Ryou's virgin mouth, licking every recess of the inexperienced mouth.



Ryou couldn't help but whimper into the pliant mouth, he'd never been touched this way before. Never been kissed with such ferocity, only with self eagerness and personal domination. Bakura's mouth, although primal, was not out of control. It was out of need. He needed Ryou. Needed him.



Ryou's hips, now uncontrollable arched up to meet Bakura's thrusts. Ryou couldn't understand why his body was so willingly responding to Bakura's torture. His mind screamed at him to stop, yet his body lay writhing, begging the theif of Virginities to take more.



As Bakura moved his lips away for an instant, Ryou released a breath. "Ungh, Bakura?"His eyes had become heavy, as he panted with a rather sexually frustrated Bakura atop him.



"Mmm, you sound absolutely delicious when you say my name, Ryou. But, I bet I'd like it better to here you scream it," Bakura hissed in Ryou's ear before licking the shell of Ryou's ear in a solid swipe and then nipping the lobe with primal desire. Ryou shifted uncomfortable under the older body as Bakura nipped his way down Ryou's neck and collar bone, leaving a trail of liquid fire when he moved onto another place.



Ryou's breathy moans assaulted Bakura's ears as he lifted Ryou's sweater and then his white tee-shirt over the boys head then tossing the articles carelessly across the room. Bakura sat straight up on Ryou's hips looking down at the sweet splayed unclothed limbs. Bakura chuckled to himself. What a delightful night it had been thus far. Now, was the time to make it better. All he wanted was to slam Ryou's lithe frame into the mattress. He wanted to hear Ryou scream his name. His sweet delicate voice to break under the pressure that Bakura would give to him.



"You make me so hard, Ryou."



Bakura leaned back down and licked a trail down Ryou's chest, pale and delicate. He stopped to slip his tongue into Ryou's naval, looking up to watch the boy shut his eyes tightly and whimper. Ryou had never thought that even the slightest touch on his body could be used to cause such desire.



"Mmm, so goddamn fuckable."



Bakura finally arrived at his prize. He nuzzled at the waist band of Ryou's pants. Laughing and chuckling over the area.



"Now, my little Ryou... I'm going to make your year."



Bakura un zipped Ryou's jeans with his teeth, staring directly at the boy's nether regions, hot breath snaking over the sensitive boxer covered flesh. Smirking to himself at how clever he was. Bakura hissed in anticipation as he reached into Ryou's pants.



He glared with disappointment. The boy wasn't even hard! Not even a little. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't heard Ryou do anything for a while.



His face flattened in disappointment as he looked up to see a sleeping Ryou snoring like a tired out old man. Bakura cursed himself and argued with himself whether or not to go ahead or to stop and go to sleep with a raging hard on.



"FUCK!" He hissed knowing what he would have to do... or rather what he wouldn't be doing. He rolled into the sheets next to Ryou, covering up the other boy and wrapping his arms around him." You better be thankful that you're too cute or you'd be waking up pretty fast... but your ass is mine in the morning."



With that the two boys drifted off to sleep. It obviously took Bakura and his little friend a bit longer.



"So, because I don't take advantage of minors-- er people, I just went to sleep."



"Oh, Ryou, are you alright?" Malik whimpered tugging at the boy's arm as if he was trying to wake him from the dead.



"I think so," Ryou said, nearly tripping over his words, a bit bewildered, as Malik moved some of Ryou's bangs out of the way to examine his face. I feel unclean...



I'll NEVER drink again.



"You're terrible, really, look he's traumatised" Malik spat at Bakura with over-expression. Ryou looked actually, very un traumatised. He was just happy he didn't die on the ride here.



"I'm al-," Ryou tried to speak. NEVER!



"See?! Traumatised!" Malik returned glaring at Bakura.



"Hey, my conscience is clean," Bakura said crossing his arms across his chest.



"A clean conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory... or an even worse ability to tell lies," Malik countered with no amusement in his voice.



Bakura stayed silent. The MINOR had won that round. He even admitted that was a good one. Not to mention he was right. Heh heh...



"Com'on, I'll get you some food... and er-- clothes," Malik smiled wrapping the black sheet around the rest of Ryou's body. At least he still had his pants on, so it wasn't as embarrassing. He'd been naked in front of people before, but being naked in front of complete strangers, and ones who tried to molest him was not a prospect he was extremely comfortable with.



"Thanks," Ryou mumbled to Malik, who seemed to instantly grow attached to him, as they passed out of the room. Ryou had not noticed his own reaction to Bakura, who smirked when the boy unknowingly turned to stare at him with curious eyes.



The two boys could be heard exchanging words. Bakura and Marik could make out Malik question Ryou, needless to say they felt badly for Ryou's ears. Malik's voice was filled with excitement and high pitch evidence of bonding:



"So do you like eggs?"



"Su--." He was cutoff.



" I LOOOOVE eggs? Especially when Marik makes them! He's an amazing cook, but he's so modest he'd never tell you himself."



"Oh." Ryou barely got a word in.



"What size of clothes do you wear? You look about my size. I wear petite. Do you?"



"Um..." It was hard to concentrate on the question when Malik had a smile like plastered on his face.



"Oh, and I want to appologize. Bakura can be quite a horndog. Do you know what that is?



"Uh." Not really...?



"But don't worry, he won't try anything funny while I'm around! He's a big softy, but he pretends to be all gruff and sexy to impress people."



"That's okay..." How does he talk so fast?



"Where are you staying? I've never seen you around here before..."His voice trailed off as the boys went to the first floor.



Bakura and Marik broke out in a fit of laughter. Malik was so talkative, he just wanted everyone to like him, even though he was a likeable person to begin with. He meant no harm to anybody. He was just happy to help. A regular people person.



"I think he just made a new friend!" Bakura laughed, slapping his knee in his fit of laughter, nearly slipping into tears.



"If he stays our ears will be safe for a while, can't say much for him though, ha ha ha," Marik answered back heartily rubbing his ears to play up the joke.



Bakura giggled evilly. "Oh, he's not going anywhere until I can cross him off my list. All I need is a week maximum. His ass is mine"



"Aw, your charm didn't work on him?" Marik mocked. staring directly at him from his place across from him on the wood-lamenent flooring."Couldn't even get him to come to you? Wouldn't have even turned his head to look at you, ne?"



"Oh please. I don't turn heads... I fucking break necks."



Bakura looked away without giving an answer, trying to hide his embarrassed face from Marik.



"Poor horny bastard." Marik said with falsely pouted lips."He's kinda cute, isn't he?"



"Mmm, I know. You should see him when he's drunk," Bakura grinned. "He's got the 'fuck me' look written all over him. I can't pass this one up, even if he's a challenge. Fitting for the last one. Then you'll have to pay up, won't you? Fourteen hundred and a kiss on the ass. Pucker' up princess!"



"Oh, so he is lucky virgin number ten?" Marik asked while examining his finger nails.



"Yep." Bakura nodded curtly.



"Well, I said I would, if you being the self declared greatest theif that you think you are can steal ten of the most precious thing in the world," Marik laughed.



"I don't know why you would challenge me to that, y'know? Virginities are the easiest things to take. Not to mention the funnest."



"Easy, huh?" Marik smirked," If it's so easy, then what's say we raise the stakes?"



"What are you terms, Ishtar?" Bakura leaned in, his attention thoroughly captured.



"You have a month to take his virginity."



"Easy..." Bakura batted his hand through the air to demonstrate.



"Bah, you can't get him drunk, that's why I'm giving you time."



"Not fair," Bakura scowled.



"Heh, no one said it would be," Marik laughed aloud,"For every day it takes you, I take two hundred off of you reward and you'll have to stop drinking for a year. But, for everyday it doesn't take you I'll give you an extra hundred, and I'll kiss your ass everyday --for a year."



"Deal!" Bakura exclaimed.



"Wait, I'm not done. The catch is:..." Marik giggled to himself, turning his face away.



"Is?" Bakura leaned in.



"You can't fall in love with him. No matter how cute, sweet, young, or talented in the sack as he may be." Marik's shoulders shook with slight laughter waiting for Bakura's answer.



"Why don't you just kiss my ass now, Ishtar?"



It's harder than it looks... they see right through you...and that's coming from me.



Is there a place deep within

A place where you hide your darkest sins...



As a songstress you lure me,

towards the truth...



Candles die down as you leave the room

In my heart you leave no gloom

As you lure me I know the truth

You're a leprechaun, I see you through...