This Is My Story

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Chapter Eight: The Area Between Black and White

“Bakura?”

“Hmm?”

I took a deep breath.

“Do you love me?”

“What?”

“I said…do you love me?”

“Sure, whatever.”

“Oh…okay.”

“Wanna do it?”

“What? No. No, not right now.”

“Whatever.”

I could feel my throat tightening, my eyes stinging as I fought back the tears. I loved Bakura, why didn’t he love me?

“Bakura?”

“What Ryou?”

“Sometimes I wonder…”

“Wonder what?”

“If you’re just in it for…for the sex and not me.” I confessed.

“God Ryou! Just because I don’t tell you I love you every second!?” He sneered.

“But you’ve never told me you loved me!” I could feel thick tears falling down my face. Bakura’s face soon turned from annoyance to compassion when I started to sob.

“Come here, Ryou.” He held his arms out, pulling me against his chest.

“I do love you okay!” He huffed, rubbing my back. I sat there in his arms nuzzling into his shoulder, feeling content. Maybe Malik was right, I shouldn’t get so crazy. Bakura’s fingers gently moved against my back in soothing patterns, tracing up and down. But soon his trail continued more south before dipping into my pants and groping.

I quickly jumped up, anger in my eyes, Bakura’s just held a smirk.

“Jesus Bakura! Is that all you ever think about!?” I yelled.

“What!?” He laughed.

I sighed in frustration before stomping out of the room. I threw on some shoes, grabbed my bag and left in a huff.

If you had told me at the beginning of the school year that I would be angry that Bakura wanted to have sex with me I would’ve died from laughter. But it didn’t seem so funny anymore. I just couldn’t understand it, it made me feel so mixed up with emotions. I loved Bakura and I loved that he wanted me, but I needed him to love me too. I angrily wiped away my tears as I walked under the hot sun.

It seemed that anymore with Bakura, all he cared about was getting off. He wasn’t gentle like he used to be, he hardly ever kissed me. All he wanted was to pound me into the mattress. And outside of that we hardly talked. Even if we were together all of the time, he would just sit there like a zombie, watching TV.

I wasn’t going to keep crying about it though. If Bakura didn’t want me…he would leave and if that day ever came there would be nothing I could do about it. So I should just be thankful for what I have.

I do love him.

I went to Malik’s house, happy to have someone to confide in and cheer me up. I didn’t tell him what had happened. I didn’t want to think about it anymore. I put on a fake smile and gave him a hug.

“Woo!! Ready for our weekend of fun!?” Malik cheered.

“Yep!” I smiled.

“Are you alright, Ryou?”

“Yeah, just Bakura being stupid again!” I fake laughed.

“Well…okay.” I could tell Malik wasn’t convinced but he dropped the subject.

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“What movie you wanna watch next?” Malik asked, filing through his endless piles of movies.

“Don’t care!” I grinned from the couch.

“Alright, a documentary it is!” He smirked.

“Noooo!!!” I whined.

“Then help me pick!” Malik pouted.

“Kay, kay…um…the one with the zombies you were telling me about.”

Malik popped the movie in, bouncing back to the couch and jumping on top of me.

“Ugh! Malik! Jeez lose some weight!” I groaned.

“Oh shut up!” He laughed, rolling off of me and laying down, his head placed on my lap as we watched the movie. I absentmindedly stroked his long blonde hair.

“Ryou? Are you happy?” Malik asked me, he had a deep concern in his eyes, watching me closely as I spoke.

“Of course.” I smiled.

Malik smiled up at me, pulling my head down to give him a kiss.

“Oh baby baby baby!” Malik cried, pulling my head down again.

I held his head as he kissed me again, he started to pull away but I held his head there…furthering our kiss.
Malik laughed into it, breaking whatever thought had been going through my head.

“Oh Ryou! That’s what I like, now give it to me good!” He giggled, continuing the game we had always played. He jumped up, tugging at my pants, his laughter continuing.

I grabbed his head, pressing his lips to mine again in wanting, letting my tongue search his mouth.

He pulled away, looking at me in uncertainty and alarm.

“What are you doing Ryou?” he whispered.

I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. I shook my head, looking down at the floor as thick tears dropped.

“I don’t know!” I sobbed.

“You have a boyfriend, Ryou.” He stated.

I looked up at him, his eyes looking in mine with that same confusion but compassion as well.

“Malik, I…” I bit my lip, afraid of what I had known in the back of my mind for awhile now. “Malik, sometimes…sometimes when I’m with him, I wish it was…” I sighed. I shook my head, “I’m sorry Malik.”

I kept my head down as my body shook from my sobbing. Nothing made sense anymore.

I felt Malik softly grab my chin, pulling my head up. He gave me a knowing smile.

“Ryou…” he bit his lip, “I…” he took a deep breath, “I lo—“ I pushed my lips to his, wrapping my arms around him. I could feel his tenseness melt away, kissing me back. Our tongues moving against each others in a desperate search. Neither dominating—just caressing each other.

Malik’s lips were so soft and gentle…he tasted so sweet…so tender. They quivered beneath my own.

I felt like everything around me was spinning, only concentrating on the feeling of Malik against me. All I wanted was to love Malik the way I yearned to be touched and wanted.

I never let my lips leave his caramel skin—feeling his lips move passionately against my own fevered skin.

“Ryou…you’re so beautiful.” He whispered, kissing up and down my body. I arched into each kiss, hungry for more.

“Malik…” I gasped as he kissed my hardening bulge. His fingers massaged my hips as he continued lightly kissing me, making me grow harder with each teasing touch.

He smiled up at me, using his teeth to unbutton my pants slowly. My body tingling as he pulled the zipper down slowly, every vibration going straight to my groin as Malik pulled it down tooth by tooth.

He quickly tugged my pants down, quickly and hungrily engulfing me. Little whines escaped me as my fingers dug into his soft locks. His tongue moved quickly across my throbbing length, tracing each vein before lightly sucking on just the head, moving in slow circular patterns.

“Ma-Malik!” I cried as he began bobbing in and out, his nails raking up and down my sensitive thighs.

He gently hummed around me, deep vibrations coursing through me that made me moan under his pleasing movements.

“Malik—you have…you have to stop or I’ll—I’ll” He ignored my wishes, redoubling his efforts as he bobbed in and out faster. I screamed out as I came in his mouth—he eagerly lapped it all up, gently moaning as his tongue searched for any remaining drops.

I pulled him up as he climbed on top, straddling my body. He pulled his shirt off, smirking down at me as I let my hands glide up his trim chest. He pulled off my own, leaving soft kisses across my shoulders.

Malik nibbled my ear, letting his tongue dip in the crevices.

“Ryou…I want you inside of me.” He whispered, nuzzling against me.

I could feel the heat radiating from my face and my pulse quicken. I’d never been seme before—what if I wasn’t good? But I wanted to give Malik whatever he wanted. He started pulling off his pants, releasing his hard erection.

“Should I—should I…um…prepare you?” I stuttered and blushed. I could feel Malik grin against my skin.

“No…I don’t want to wait any longer.” He groaned, grabbing my erection and lining it up to his own entrance. He slowly lowered himself, pushing himself down as far as he could go.

“Ohhhhh Malllikkk…” I gasped, overwhelmed by the unbelievable feeling. So tight and burning hot…I didn’t think I would be able to last long, my cock threatening to explode any moment.

“Ryouryouryouryou.” Malik whispered again and again like a chant, it made me blush to know I was pleasing him.

My brain buzzed as Malik slammed on and off me, both of our cries loud as we went, desperate and hungry for each other’s touches and cries. I couldn’t get enough of him, never wanting for him to let go or pull off.

It seemed like a blur, focusing on that sweet release that came in a strangled cry from each of us. Afterwards, continuing those loving kisses that made our lips pleasantly buzz.

We drifted off to sleep sometime soon after…

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I struggled to open my eyes, the sun shining painfully in my eyes as I wore off my state of disillusionment. I felt like a ton of bricks had suddenly hit me, my stomach dropping like a stone as last night’s events came back. What had I done?? I frantically looked to the body lying next to mine, still sleeping contently.

I quietly got up, quickly gathering my clothes and fumbling around the room. My heart was pounding as I dressed in a hurry, fearful to not wake Malik. I hurriedly left, bursting out of the house and running down the street.

I ran as fast as I could as if I was trying to run away from whatever I had done or felt. I could hardly breath, my eyes stinging and my lungs burning until I collapsed in an alley. I fell to the ground, sobbing into the hard pavement. Fighting to catch my breath as tears streamed down my face. I sat against the wall, burying my face into my knees drawn close to me. I don’t know how long I sat there—only that the sun was starting to set when I managed to get up with shaky legs.

My face felt puffy and swollen from all my crying—I would have to come up with some excuse for Bakura.

When I got home though, he was gone. A note left that he was out with Marik and would be back late that night.

I gave a sigh of relief, collapsing on my bed, pulling the covers tight around me. I never wanted to leave this bed…just forget all my problems…maybe they would just go away.

I needed them to just go away…

AN: Whelp, did ya see that one coming? :D

Well, guys—only 2 chapters left!

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And I want to hear your feedback on the idea of possibly making these a series with different character perspectives. Maybe a first person story about Seto…Marik…Yugi…Grandpa (just kidding)

So, please—if you’ve been reading these, and maybe you aren’t the reviewing kind—please just take a couple seconds to let me know, if it’s something you would like to see.

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REVIEW REPLIES:

DesertRoseTemari: Yeah, Bakura is an enigma. A hot, sexy enigma...I know Ryou is more confused now than ever too. Buuuut…we’ll just have to see what happens! ; )

Blood_red_eyes: I know, he must have gone insane right? Who woulda thunk it? but anyway, thank you for such a nice compliment! It means a lot because I always wonder about them especially after I read a really fantastic one. :D

Cody_Thomas: lmao, I’d like to see you get a hold of Bakura. Problem is…he might enjoy it. :D

PotionsPet: yes, you certainly did give me the idea! :D Thank you! Nope, no else asked. : (