Message in A Bottle

Title: Message in a Bottle
by: spiderweb
Rated: R
Summary: Shounen ai. Ryou/Malik. After Battle City.

A/N: *Jumping up and down while throwing Ryou plushies everywhere* THanks to ALL my wonderful reviewers!!! I love you! Wo Ai Ni! Aishiteru! Je taime! Te amo! Mahal ko kayo! ^_^ Therefore, as a treat, here's an extra long chappie. Not THAT long, but longer than the others.

Rating's been changed to R for a tiny bit of lime.

Oh yeah, and --erm---a bit of Yami Marik/Ryou action in this chappie... I COULDN'T HELP IT! THEY AlSO LOOK CUTE TOGETHER! Guess Yami Bakura'd just have to wait...

Chapter 7: The Most Complicated and Angst-driven Chapter

Ryou nuzzled his face against Malik's chest, grateful for the comfort and warmth his new lover was providing for him in the cold winter night.

The two were settled in bed, arms once again wrapped around each other, restraining the urge to fuck each other senseless.

"Malik?" Ryou began, pulling free from the Malik's embrace. "I'm going to grab a glass of water, Ok? My throat is feeling dry."

Malik snorted in response, nevertheless letting Ryou go. "Why don't I wet it with my saliva?"

Ryou laughed, hitting Malik with a pillow. "Stop joking."

"I wasn't joking!" Malik called as Ryou exited the room.

Malik sighed happily, resting his head against the soft pillow. He felt so lucky to have Ryou to love him. Only him.

//What is love, ne hikari?//

Malik's eyes widened as he recognized his yami's hateful voice. //YOU! How---how the hell did you come out? I thought that Pharaoh already---//

Yami Marik's low laugh echoed throughout Malik's mind. //No Egyptian spell in this world can deter me...you know why? Because nothing can keep away your darkness. Ne, Malik? No matter what you do, you can't get rid of thil iil inside your soul..//

//Stop it! I don't want to hear anymore!//

//Don't you? How about I take over your body, pathetic hikari? I'll show you what it takes to love a boy like your beloved Ryou...//

Malik shook in alarm. //Don't you dare, you bastard! Don't you dare touch Ryou!//

//Shut up and watch.//

*****

Ryou bounced happily back to his bedroom, feeling excited to be in Malik's arms again. He jerked open the door to the bedroom, opened one of the light, and glanced around the room. Malik was nowhere in sight.

"Looking for me?"

Ryou jumped as he heard the door to the bedroom slam shut. He turned around and found 'Malik' leaning against the door, a smirk gracing his lips. "Malik?"

"No, baka." Yami Marik began walking toward Ryou, his hips swaying sensuously with every step. "I'm your boyfriend's yami. Don't you remember?"

Ryou backed away by instict, his face contorted with sudden fear. "How--how did you get out? I thought Yuugi already---"

Marik pressed his thumb against Ryou's lips, slowly carassing the soft spot. "What is it with hikaris asking that insufferable question? Did you honestly THINK that I can be kept in a cell of a pathetic hikari forever?"

Ryou's eyes flared as he slapped Marik's hand away. "Malik isn't pathetic and you have no right to say that he is!"

Marik rubbed his arm slowly, eyes wandering down Ryou's body, the insane smile plastered on his face. " Pretty protective, aren't you?"

"Shut up." Ryou back away again as Marik stepped nearer, determined to close the space between them. "Stay away."

Yami Marik stopped. Hencednced at Ryou's chest, where the Senning ing appeared. "Ahh...Ryou. Let the tomb robber out, will you? I have some---matters---to discuss with him..."

"T-tomb Robber?" Ryou felt his chest tighten all of a sudden, as though Yami Bakura was doing something forceful inside his soul room.

/I won't come out, baka hikari. /

/But...yami....he.../

/I said 'no!' Now will you stop talking to me and close the damn link?/

"H-he said he won't come out." Ryou told Yami Marik, half curious and half nervous as to what Malik's yami was going to do about it.

Marik scowled, clearly disappointed at the tomb robber's refusal to see him. "He won't, huh? Ne, Ryou...I guess I have to settle things with you then..."

Ryou felt his heart leap as he backed away once again. "What kind of things?"

Marik smirked as he cornered Ryou against wallwall. He slammed both his hands on either side of Ryou's head. "Many, many things...pretty hikari..."

"What are you---Ahh!!!"

Ryou roughly pushed the yami away when he felt Marik's hand grope him. "Stop it! What are you thinking!?!"

Marik laughed tauntingly. "Tell your yami if he doesn't come out...I'm taking out my sexual frustrations on you."

"Don't." Ryou's mind raced in panic.

/Yami! Help me!/

/The hell I will. /

/Yami, it's you he wants!/

/Your body, baka. Not mine. /

/But Yami!/

/I don't want him as much as you don't !/

"He REALLY won't come out?" Marik questioned, noticing the uneasiness displayed on Ryou's face.

"He won't!" Ryou shivered when Marik leaned forward and spoke beside his ear. "He won't."

"Heh." Yami Marik's hands began to travel beneath Ryou's shirt. "I guess I'll have to settle with YOU then...you ARE the host after all."

"NO!" Ryou frantically pushed Marik's hands away from him. "DON'T. Why must you force either of us when we don't want you?"

Yami Marik's eyes narrowed and that lustful smirk glided teasingly on his mouth. "Are yleadleading the tomb robber's case or your own?"

Ryou's back went stiff with resentment and anger, and he rose to his feet jerkily, eyes darting for an escape route. There was none. "You know very well that even my yami would have nothing to do with you!"

/Please, yami...help me./

"And you, Ryou?" he mocked the hikari, who was getting paler every second. "Do you care what I do to you?"

/No./

"I don't care what you do!" Ryou lied, turning his back on Marik for fear of what he might see in his eyes, but the Egyptian yami reacted swiftly, and steely fingers snaked about his wrist, swinging Ryou about roughly to face him.

"I think you DO give a damn!" Marik said through his teeth, his lavender eyes glinting steel-like down into Ryou's.

"Let me go!" the white-haired boy cried in panic, attempting to free his hand, but succeeding only in having the other captured as well as Yami Marik dragged him up against him and rendered him helpless by pinning his wrists behind his back.

The hard contact of Marik's body against his own, and the clean male scent of him, attacked Ryou's senses like the affect of a drug, but as he threw his head back to attempt to glare up at him, Marik lowered his lips to his exposed neck to explore the sensitive column of his throat where every nerve and pulse quivered responsively.

/Yami...!/

"Admit it, baka. You want this as much as I do."

"Only your egotistical mind could think up something so absurd!" Ryou argued, shutting his eyes in his desperate effort to fight against the tremors of delight that rippled through him.

"Is it so absurd to think that you actually desire Malik's body...my lovemaking... ?"

"It's more than absurd!" Ryou contradicted his taunting remark. "It's ludicrous! I hate you to touch me! You're NOT Malik!"

Marik raised his head suddenly and something in his eyes made Ryou renew hisnticntic efforts to escape, but the yami merely laughed that cruel, harsh laugh while he gripped both the smaller boy's wrists in one large hand, leaving his other hand free to tear away the annoying shirt that covered up Ryou's silky skin... and with that, the Sennen Ring.

"Is it hate that makes you tremble when I touch you like this?" Marik smirked tauntingly, the deep timbre of his voice thrilling Ryou while Marik's warm brown hand moved in a sensually arousing caress from the hikari's shoulders to his nipples, and despite Ryou's efforts to keep a tight rein on his emotions, he could not prevent his limbs from weakening against him as a shudder of ecstasy shook through him to prove, humiliatingly, how effortlessly the yami could arouse his emotions.

"Please!" Ryou begged, but his heart was beating so fast that it was an effort to speak. "For Ra's sake, don't do this to me!"

"Is it hate that lights the fire of your passion until you cling to me and beg me to take you?" Marik demanded ruthlessly, ignoring Ryou's pleas, and fully aware of the sexual excitement he aroused within the young boy while he unbuttoned Ryou's pants and pulled it down to gain access to the rest of his pulsating body.

"I will NEVER beg you to maul me like you're doing now! NEVER!" Ryou protested, fighting the monster molesting him with every mental weapon he could find, but he shrank inwardly from the stinging fury of Marik's glance.

"You don't know what it's like to be mauled by a man, but, by Ra's name...I'll show you tonight..."

"No!" Ryou screamed frantically, but the next moment another cry was torn from his lips as, with one sweeping movement, Marik ripped the restraining boxers he was wearing him him and raised him high in his arms. "Let me go! Please---or I'll---"

"Or you will what?" Yami Marik interuppted with a harsh laugh, his razor-sharp eyes raking Ryou from head to foot before he flung the weeping hikari on to the bed and followed him down to crush the hard lengths of their bodies together. Against Ryou's throat he demanded, "Are you going to shout for help so that the tomb robber will come rescue you? No wait, he's left you in MY hands, hasn't he?"

Ryou sucked his breath in sharp reply, a deep flush staining his cheeks. "NO! Stop it...I hate you! I hate you all!"

"Is that what you really feel?" Marik said cuttingly, and then his hard mouth was bruising Ryou's lips into quivering submission. Ryou fought him off with what little strength he had left, but his struggles merely raised Marik's desire for his body, and when he finally raised his head, the brilliant blaze of his eyes confirmed this.

"You know very well tht tht this moment you want me so much that you're aching with the same need that's tearing away at my guts," Marik accused thickly, and the devastating near-truth of it made Ryou renew his struggles, but his flailing arms were grasped painfully at the wrists and raised above his head to render him harmless. "Deny it," Marik's deep voice grated along tender, quivering nerves, "and I'll have the satisfaction of proving you a liar."

"I DON"T want you! It's Malik that I---I----" Ryou turned his hot cheek into a pillow and a low moan escaped him as Marik's lips and tongue ran down his body and settled to explore the soft swell of his crotch. Ryou clung desperately to his sanity, but, when Marik's mouth finally fastened unto his with a searing passion that seemed to set fire to his soul, he melted against the the tanned boy, and his hands, freed from restraining clasp, sought under the yami's shirt and moved hungrily across the warm, hard chest toward the slender shoulders where tard ard muscles rippled beneath Ryou's caressing fingers. The yami groaned against the hikari's lips, Marik's body now hard and tense with desire as he caressed the other boy with a new urgency, and Ryou's flesh responded wildly to the intimacies of his touch. Desire leapt like a red-hotfire through Ryou's veins and, nngernger in control of his actions, he wrapped his arms about Marik's neck while his body arched toward the other with an aching need for a closer contact.

Marik raised his head suddenly, breaking Ryou's grip. and the eyes boring down into those chocolate-brown orbs challenged and mocked simultaneously. "Can you still deny that you want me?"

Ryou's eyes, dark and stormy with the extent of his emotions, gave him his answer, and a smirk of triumph touched Marik's mouth. "You can't deny it, and you know it."

"I----" Ryou lowered his head, feeling ashamed of losing to Marik, when the Egyptian yami released him and stood up to remove his own clothes.

Marik was supremely confident, and in no hurry to return to Ryou while he lay staring up at him, his moon-white hair in disarray across the pillows, and his breath coming quick and unevenly across his swollen, parted lips as his hungry glance swept down the length of Marik's tall, evenly-tanned, slender body. Ryou had become an alien to himself, torn between lust and hate, despising himself, yet wanting Marik with every fiber of his being. He held out his arms to the yami impatiently, not caring that his action proved Marik's dominance over him, and the eager yami came to him then, his brown heated flesh against Ryou's pale own exciting him beyond reason. Marik stretched out a hand to switch off the bedside light, and then, in the velvety darkness, he proceeded to prove his dominance over Ryou once and for all.

The torn hikari was tormented with feather-light, unhurried carasses until the bone-snapping tension of his desire made him do exactly what he had denied so fiercely before. He clung to Marik and begged urgently, "Take me! Please, take me!"

The yami's hard, thrusting body showed him no mercy after that, and they made love in a fury of passion that left Ryou limp and exhausted, but utterly fulfilled.

Then, as Ryou felt his eyelids closing in the aftermath of their lovemaking, he felt the body beside him stir and harsh hands roughly thrusted him away.

Ryou fell off the bed in surprise, emitting a hoarse cry. As he rubbed his back where he painfully landed, his eyes met with lavender ones he knew so well glaring at him. "Malik?"

"You slept with my pathetic yami!" Malik spat in disgust. He grabbed Ryou by the arm and roughly yanked him up. "What sort of ---WHORE--- are you!?!"

"B- but---" Ryou began to protest, his eyes dizzy and still feeling light-headed. "You---Marik---same---"

"We aren't the same, Ryou!" Malik felt his eyes filling with tears. How could Ryou betray him like this? He grabbed Ryou by the hair and started shaking him violently, deaf to the pained cries escaping Ryou's mouth. "Even if we have the same body...we are not the same! And you KNOW that! Why?"

"I---I don't know!" Ryou choked on his tears, realizing what he'd done, but not regretting it one bit. "I'm sorry, Malik! I'm so sorry..."

"I saw it all!" Malik growled angrily. What hurt him most was not the fact that Ryou had sex with Yami Marik. What he despised was the fact that Ryou had chosen his yami over him...and he had given his body willingly. He threw Ryou across the floor and furiously kicked him, hitting his ribs. Malik's anger erupted like a volcano of molten lava, and whatever love he had for the weakened boy in front of him was forgotten. "I saw you begging ho tao take you! I saw it, Ryou! I saw you LUST after him like a depraved puppy! Wasn't I enough for you? Why is it you want HIM and not ME?"

"Malik---I'm sorry!" Ryou attempted to reach for Malik's hand, but a sharp punch sent him flying against the wall. Malik neared him dangerously, the furious glint never leaving his eyes.

Malik reached out both tanned arms, his hands encircling Ryou's throat, choking him. Ryou whimpered at the deranged look he saw in Malik's eye. It wasn't Malik in control anymore...but that murderous uncaring personality even worse than Yami Marik himself. It was that same Malik who had ordered Yami Bakura to leave Ryou to die at the duel with Yami Yuugi in Battle City. Those cold uncaring eyes....

Ryou attempted a smile, as he placed both his hands over Malik's, and despite being strangled, leaned over to kiss him. "I love you."

"I don't believe you." Malik's eyes remained emotionless, as he slammed Ryou's head against the wall, and blood slowly dripped out of Ryou's skull. He went limp and collapsed almost at once, his back sliding down the wall.

Malik stared at Ryou's broken body in silence. His eyes twitched at the sight of the white hair soiled with blood, the pale face looking so weak and lifeless...

Tears spilled down Malik's face as he reached for Ryou and grasped the still body in his arms, his heart threatening to explode. "Ryou...Ryou...."

"Ryou!" Malik screamed, his sanietureturning quickly. His whole body trembled as he attempted to wipe the still flowing blood from Ryou's face. He leaned forward anssedssed the white lips...receiving no response. "Ryou...wake up, please! I'm sorry! Ra, I'm so sorry! Ryou!!!"

*****

Across the room, the Sennen Ring lay forgotten...

A guilt-filled yami clutching his head in frustration in the soul room. /Ryou...baka hikari, why were you willing to take Yami Marik's torture for me!?! You could have forced me out if you wanted to! To sacrifice your innocence...for something that was never mine!/

Searching...and finding none..../Hik/Hikari! Where are you!?! Answer me! RYOU!/

*****

A/N: In case you failed to understand, Egyptian spell Yuugi/Yami used on Y.Bakura states that it is the hikari that is master of the yami by thinking or not thinking about him. Also states that Ryou could have forced Bakura out and replaced him in the soul room. Why didn't he? He cared for his yami even if his yami was 'evil' to him...something Bakura also realized.

I don't know what came over me to write that. Well, anyway, I guess I'll leave it as a cliff hanger on whether Ryou is dead or not! Better send me sweet reviews to lighten my mood...heh...and maybe he'll live....^_^


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