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Characters: Ryou [__sarak] and Malik [scarred_bronze] aka the Lightside *shot*
Rating: PG for devious plotting?
Summary: Just a little miffed at Malik being difficult, Ryou decides to get revenge by way of asphyxiation. Malik eventually retaliates, and then a Long and Meaningful Discussion occurs.
Part one is here.
"Mm, I guess you're right." Laughing gently, he kissed at the corner of Malik's mouth, beginning to etch his thumb into the male's shoulder blade again. "Still, it's just weird sometimes because...you make me want to be someone else-me, but...uhm. A better me, if that makes sense." Blushing slightly, Ryou closed his eyes, letting their heads rest against once another in peace.
The only thing weirder than the fact that Malik made him want to change his negative qualities was that he wasn't even afraid to say he wanted to. It was like he could tell Malik anything and it would lift the weight off his shoulders. He'd never had love before but now that he did it was truly one of the weirdest, yet best things.
"It makes plenty of sense," Malik muttered, slipping his fingers beneath Ryou's shirt in order to feel the smooth skin underneath. "'Cause I kinda feel the same way... I like being with you and making you happy, 'cause it makes me feel like I'm actually worth something, y'know? Like last year, all I really did was snark at people and fix their computers, and hang out with our brothers. It kinda got boring after a while, really."
He paused, chewing on his lip in thought. "You made me want to take another chance with the whole love thing. And I'm glad I did." Malik felt so pathetically sappy at the moment, but he didn't particularly care. He made a mental note; only let Ryou see this side of him.
"Does it?" He asked quietly, embellishing in the fingers that danced along his stomach. Eyes blinking open as Malik spoke, he watched the other with adoring hues, cracking a small smile. The even harder thing to believe was how he affected Malik too and it wasn't just the male upon himself. It didn't make sense to Ryou how he'd gotten so lucky but whatever it had been, he hoped it didn't stop for a long time. Without Malik, life hadn't ever felt so full.
"Really?" Stopping his hands in place, he leant in to take a little kiss, just to remind himself how fortunate he was to be able to even have someone he truly loved to do that with. Pulling away beaming, he rested his head upon the pillow, running his fingers again over the male's back. "Why...uhm." Pausing for a moment, he wondered if he should even ask the question, yet it was something he always thought about. "Why...do you think it is that you wanted to try again with me..?"
Malik had to think about that for a few moments. Why exactly had he wanted to try again...? His last relationship had ended so badly that he wasn't sure he was cut out for this sort of thing, but Ryou... it couldn't have been because of Bakura and Marik's teasing; although, admittedly, Malik had wanted to meet the youngest Bakura sibling, if only to see if he was like the other two or not.
"...I'm not sure," Malik confessed, looking down into Ryou's eyes. "I guess when I met you, something just kind of clicked. You weren't scared of me 'cause of how I dressed, or my association with your brothers. You were so nice to me that... I dunno. I thought maybe you could help me out a bit since you actually tolerated me. And you did. So I thought... maybe it could go further. Like we could be more than just friends."
Ryou nodded aptly at his boyfriend continued on, listening to him intently. He supposed what Malik said made perfect sense. After all, he truly hadn't been scared by his appearance or who he was associated with. After all, everyone deserved a first chance and just because Marik and he were brothers, it didn't mean he was anything like his brother. After all, he was nothing like his own Brothers and he always wanted a chance to prove himself so why shouldn't Malik have gotten one, too?
"Mm..." Giving a bright smile, Ryou leant in to take another kiss, having a good old time stealing as many as he could. "I suppose...I understand. I mean...I guess for me, when it comes to you, I felt it too. You're so different than anyone else. I mean, I think I've had crushes but it's just not quite the same feeling, you know?"
Malik nodded, fully understanding what Ryou was saying. "Yeah, I get that. It was kinda the same with me, except it was more like flings as opposed to crushes." He'd had no interest in getting romantically involved with anyone until Ryou.
"And, I guess I kinda didn't know what my real 'type' was until I met you. 'Cause if you think about it, when we're out together, how much you wanna bet that people look at us and are all like 'how did they end up together'?" Malik smirked, idly twirling a strand of Ryou's hair. "You're so quiet, and I've been known to get kinda wild at times... but I like to think that we balance each other out that way."
Nodding, Ryou wondered why that was. He had always been the opposite, mostly. Sure, he wasn't quite like a girl in the fact that he'd always dreamed about having the "perfect guy" or something stupid like that but he had always wondered what it would've been like to just have someone around, girl or guy, that he could be comfortable with and get occasional kisses from. He had spent most of his teenage life studying hard for college or at friends playing games or watching his Brothers getting trouble and having all the fun he always envied not being able to have. Sometimes, he almost asked them to go to parties, but then he just knew he wouldn't fit in and they probably wouldn't let him tag along, anyways. In a way, there was almost no chance he could've ever met anyone before Malik because he was never anywhere where anyone could find him. Even in college, he just had happened to get lucky by having his brothers be friends with him and very lucky he was because...Malik was perfect and everything he could've hoped for-even better, in fact.
Nodding, Ryou lightly lifted a leg to brush his foot up against Malik's just to get a little closer to him. Laughing tiredly, Ryou's eyes drifted to the corner of his eye sockets to peer at the hair being twirled around Malik's finger. Snuggling into the pillow, he then let his eyes rest. "I guess you could think of it that way. When it comes to me...I guess I just never really looked for anyone but if I had I'd do my hardest to be open-minded because I don't know that anyone can ever really have a type. I think a type is something all made up in one's head. You just...kind-of love who you love, no matter what they look like, wear, or what kind-of music they're into. And maybe some people don't think we should be together but...as long as it works for us, nobody else's opinion counts."
Malik silently lay there as Ryou talked, taking in everything the other boy said. He did make a lot of sense - it was better to be open-minded about these kinds of things, but it was a bit difficult for Malik since some types of people just aggravated him. Luckily for him, Ryou wasn't one of those; he hugged the boy closer, stifling a small yawn by burying his face in Ryou's shoulder. "Mhm... I couldn't care less about what people think of us as a couple as long as we're happy."
He shifted a bit, leaning up to press another kiss to Ryou's cheek. "And I happen to be very happy, thankyouverymuch." Probably the happiest he'd been in years. "... And I totally just paraphrased what you said. Meh, I'm too lazy to get my own material; that's my excuse." Malik smirked a little, giving his boyfriend a light squeeze.
Smiling as he was hugged because he liked them so much, Ryou hugged the male tightly as well, snuggling close to his warm body. His fingers still gently grazed over Malik's back, enjoying the feel of creamy skin against his finger pads. "Mh'm!"
As a kissed was pressed to his cheek, Ryou's eyes opened and closed again in happiness, leg warily wrapping a little more around the other. Laughing at his comment, Ryou leant in to take another one of the kisses he liked so much, letting it soak it just how nice it felt for a few moment before pulling back slowly, head rushing as usual. "As long as it's my material you're using, I don't think I mind at all if you're a copy cat."
"Good. 'Cause I'll just be stealing your material anyway, since we're constantly on the same train of thought," Malik said, winking at him. His arms tightened around Ryou's waist, and he turned over onto his back, pulling the smaller boy on top of him.
He looked up into the other's eyes as white hair spilled down around their faces, acting like a curtain to shut themselves out from the rest of the world - despite that they were the only ones in the apartment, of course. Somehow, Malik just couldn't find anything else to say at the moment, so he just continued to gaze up at his boyfriend, a small smile on his face.
"Well then, it's a good thing nothing is copy written." Giving his boyfriend a smile, he murmured softly as they rolled over, himself on top for a change. His arms quickly settled at Malik's shoulders to keep himself up but trying not to do so so strenuously that it pained his boyfriend. As their eyes met, taking notice of the astonishing purple of Malik's gaze, his heart raced within his chest, feeling so special. Nobody else in the whole entire world got to feel like this, at least not with Malik; Malik who was truthfully all his as he was all Malik's, left to do what each wanted with the other but likely, it would only be to treat them as perfectly as they possibly could. If Ryou had never felt lucky before, he did now. "Nobody...has ever looked at me quite like you do," he whispered, hand raising to run appendages over Malik's cheek. His other arm settled beneath them as he leant down to press his lips to Malik's warmly, trying to show off just how much of him the other had.
All. Every last little bit. "How is it...you can make me feel so perfect...?"
Malik's eyes slid shut as he felt Ryou's fingers gliding over his cheek. "I could really ask you the same thing," he answered, nuzzling into the touch. "I don't know how you do it, so... I wouldn't know how I do either." Honestly, he didn't think his life could really get much better at the moment, despite all of the problems up at the school. His job was going well (surprisingly so, considering he was self-employed), he had his own place, he wasn't too horribly bad at school, and best of all, he had an amazing boyfriend who loved him, and who he loved in return. For the first time in many many years, he could say that life was good and seriously mean it.
"All I know is that I feel complete."
As his fingers were nestled against, Ryou smiled softly, then dragging his tips to trace Malik's eyelids, leaning down to press a kiss to each one. Malik didn't know how he made Ryou feel like this? Hmm, was there truly even a way to put it? What either of them felt for each other? Ryou -felt- Malik the same as Malik felt himself and that was all that could've ever mattered.
Scooting down a bit, he pressed one last kiss to Malik's cheek before resting his head upon the male's chest, right where his heart was. Eyes closing, his arms settled at either of his boyfriend's sides, once again just basking in the moment, the gentle sound of Malik's heart going into Ryou's ears, making him smile further, slowly beginning to feel as sleepy as Malik had before the tickling incident. However...
Complete? He felt that too, undeniably. "Me too... In a few years, we can even be married happily like Diabound with our own little girl to care for."
While the thought of caring for a child was a bit less than appealing at the time - Malik wasn't too good with kids and didn't know if he ever would be or not - he had to agree with the former suggestion. "Mhm... when we're out of school and I've got a better job than fixing people's computers, then yeah... I'd like that."
His fingers slowly threaded through Ryou's hair as the other boy rested on his bare chest, completely absorbed in the moment. "But I think that right now, I'm perfectly content with what I have. I'm not in any hurry."
Laughing, Ryou kissed his boyfriend's chest. "I wasn't serious you know?" he chimed, cuddling against the male, going back to listening to his heart. "As for kids though...I don't know. Maybe some day, I'd like one or two but...I think for now, you're enough for me to take care of." Smiling happily at that, his eyes closed again, further tiring himself.
However, when he had mention Diabound, he couldn't deny it wasn't because he hadn't been thinking about it off and on with the baby coming to him and whatnot. He just wasn't sure whether Diabound would be able to get through this. "But...do you think...Diabound will be able to deal? Really?" he added softly, nudging his head against his boyfriend's head. "I just...really worry about him, you know? I don't want him to freak out and accept the help he's offered."
Malik bit his lip in thought for a few moments before answering. "...I don't know, Ry," he said, giving a slight shrug, "you're a lot closer to Diabound than I am, so I can't really say much. Maybe he picked some skills up while he was in India. He does seem a little different than he used to, or maybe it's just 'cause I hadn't heard from him in so long. I dunno."
He moved his hand down to stroke Ryou's face, looking up at the ceiling. "He doesn't seem like the type to accept help from anyone, though. I dunno whether that's a good thing or bad thing."
Nodding, Ryou curled up atop Malik a little tighter. Would his Brother be okay, really? Sure, Bakura and he would help all they could but would that really be enough? "Mm, I suppose so, yeah..." Lifting his hand to his mouth, he sucked the tip of his thumb in thought for a moment, as he did when he was truly worried over something.
At the warm hand on his face, Ryou cooled down some, hand falling from his mouth to grasp Malik's. "I just hope...it's all for the better, you know? If I had to, I'd drop my social life and watch that kid every moment I could just so Diabound could live. I don't want to see my Brother suffer, not in the least."
Malik gave Ryou's hand a squeeze, lacing their fingers together. "I don't think you'll have to resort to that. As irresponsible as he is sometimes, Diabound knows how to take care of himself. He may not be the best father figure, but..." He shrugged again. "The way I see it, if he was able to survive on his own in India for nine months, he could take practically anything. But that might be giving him too much credit, I dunno."
He tugged on Ryou's hand and pulled it up to his lips, pressing light kisses to his fingertips. "I know you don't want to see anyone suffer, love. But I dunno how Diabound would take to you acting like a mother hen," Malik joked, squeezing the other's pale hand again.
Purring at the kisses to his hand, Ryou simply nodded mentally, beginning to relax a bit too much to do such strenuous activities any longer. He supposed what Malik was saying did make sense though. Diabound had survived nine months alone but was that really the same as taking care of a baby? Babies needed things; money, love, care...
Could his brother really give these to an infant willing? He really hoped so because he didn't want Diabound's life to fall apart because of this. "Not a mother hen, germ," he teased back, pouting slightly. Giving Malik's hand a return squeeze, he cuddled closer, letting out a sigh. "I just want to give him what I'd want if I had a kid, that's all. Support. Always knowing I had someone to fall back on."
"I know," Malik said as he started to soothingly run his free hand up and down Ryou's back. "I would too, if it were Marik or Isis. But I'm just saying... he'll ask for help if he needs it, I guess. I think it's best to just let him be for now. A lot of stuff is piling up on him at once... he's just now getting back in the country, getting reacquainted with everyone, getting used to the idea of having a child..."
He reached down and took a hold of Ryou's chin, gently tilting his face up toward him. "I'm not trying to discourage you from helping him out, Ry. I'm really not. I just think you should give him a chance to try and handle this himself before you jump in," Malik said, gently stroking at the other's jaw with his thumb.
Arching slightly up into the hand, Ryou had to admit to himself that it felt good. Now...if he could only get Malik to get under his shirt and actually scratch his back for him, that would've been perfect. Groaning as his chin was lifting, he frowned and peered warily at the other. "Yes, I know and I will but...I just am worried, like usual because I know what a child means and I know he does too. When you have a child is when it stops being about you and I'm so scared that isn't what Dia' is ready for..." Sighing, he set his head back down upon Malik, eyes closing. Mm, he was too comfortable and tired to be moved. Why did Malik have to move him when he was just comfortable enough to die?
"I'm not going to jump in. It's not that easy anyways but...mm. I don't know. Either way..." Letting out a sigh, he nuzzled into the other, smiling slightly. "You smell good. Did you know that..?"
Malik blinked. That was a sudden change of topic. "Do I, now?" he asked, fingers tracing small circles in Ryou's back. On an impulse, he leaned down and buried his nose in Ryou's hair, taking a deep breath. "You do, too. Good to know we're not like regular teenage boys who smell like sweat, sex, and potato chips all the time."
Ryou sighed, inhaling his boyfriend's strong scent again. He wondered though if it was really the scent he liked or if it was the scent with a mix of the fact that he was exhausted as all of hell. One of the two but. As Malik nuzzled into his locks, a small smirk dawned on his lips. "It is good to know though, isn't it? I mean...at least we have that going for us but seriously. You really do smell so good, Lik-y. They should make you into a perfume, so I can sniff you all the time." A bit random, but true. Taking in his scent once again, he closed his eyes, cuddling into the other.
He had to laugh a bit at Ryou's statement - it was almost ridiculous. "Are you trying to inflate my ego or something? 'Cause you know it's big enough already," Malik said, playfully tugging on a strand of the other's hair. "And you can smell me pretty much any time you feel like it. You're doing it right now, see. I don't need to be made into a perfume because that would just be weird." Although, he had to admit... 'Eau de Malik' had a nice ring to it.
"Malik, love, I don't think anything could inflate your ego more than it already is." Laughing, Ryou lightly brushed his toes over one of Malik's ankles, just playing around. But on the subject of the perfume; if Malik ever had the chance he was sure the boy would do it in an instant just because it had something to do with himself, a subject Ryou felt Malik liked quite a bit.
"Mm, but no, you don't understand. We don't take the same classes, so when I'm in my own classes away from you unfortunately, if they made that cologne, I could then wear it and be reminded of it for the time you were gone!" Lifting his head off Malik's chest for a moment, he peeked chocolate orbs up to meet the male's eyes happily, smile on his lips. "I think it's a good idea, at least."
"... Maybe I should just give you one of my wristbands or something. At least that's something relatively normal," Malik teased, fondly looking down into Ryou's eyes, "or let you wear one of my hoodies to class. That way you'd smell me and I'd be indirectly hugging you... or something." Something odd he'd noticed - Ryou tended to bring out his dorkier side. "It'd be the next best thing, anyway."
Time for more ego-inflation. "'Cause we both know the real thing is best of all, right~?" Malik grinned, nudging Ryou's foot with his own.
Laughing, he shook his head, burying his face into Malik's shoulder for a moment. "It is not that weird, don't say that!" Was it really that weird to wish he could smell his boyfriend everywhere? ...Well, probably but it was a nice thought. It was probably a good thing he couldn't though because then, he'd be too comfortable all the time, as if he'd just been smoking crack which probably didn't make much sense but the way he thought of Malik's scent, it was a little like a drug.
"You'd really let me wear your sweatshirt just to be able to smell you?" Giggling, Ryou had to lean down to kiss at his boyfriend's cheek. "Mm, I think I'd like that. Then I could be decked in your scent all the time." And then everyone would truly know just who he belonged to and that idea made Ryou kind-of giddy. Sometimes it sucked to be so head-over-heels because it made him think such cheesy little things. Toes nudging Malik's own again, he attempted to lace their toes, laughing at how weird it felt. "Yes, nothing like the real big-headed Malik, not in a million years. A perfume couldn't even come close."
Malik nodded, looking down toward their feet. Ryou's feet were quite a bit smaller than his, so it was kind of funny watching them try to latch together. "Yep. You think that'd tide you over until classes let out and you can have your real Malik?" he asked, a half-smirk forming on his face. "A hoodie's a lot warmer than perfume, too. And more comfortable. Easy to hug in too, 'cause I'd just have to come up behind you and stick my hands in the front pockets."
Ryou still wasn't too sure as to why he was attempting to lace their feet together exactly, but it was likely only because Malik brought out his inner dork to the extreme. Laughing as their toes finally clung to one another, Ryou lifted up his head, resting his chin upon his arms which he folded upon his chest. Peering down into the other's eyes, he smiled some, eyes glazing over at the thought of Malik and himself, getting the other's arms to wrap around him, hands deep in his sweatshirt pocket. He found he liked that idea quite a bit. "Mm...alright, it's a trade off. I'll wear your clothes and we can forget all about the perfume." Eyes beginning to close, he untangled his foot from Malik's, gently resting it between the gap of Malik's legs feeling that warm, sleepy air around him again. Sigh.
As he reached up to weave his fingers through Ryou's hair again, Malik smiled, finding this position quite comfortable. "You sleepy?" he asked, fingers lightly massaging Ryou's scalp. "Did all of that footsie-playing tire you out, love? Because everyone knows that playing footsies is a horribly tiring sport. You didn't overexert yourself, did you~?"
Snorting, Ryou gave a light shake of his head, making sure, however, not to do it hard enough to make Malik quit playing with his hair because that felt admittedly wonderful. "Mm...yeah," he murmured softly, head sinking down a little further just so Malik could have more scalp to massage. "No, I don't think it was the footsie playing as much as you just being too much of a handful for me. And anyways, why was I playing footsie?" Laughing gently, Ryou shrugged his shoulders. "I'm always such a little nerd around you..."
"You're a little nerd regardless of whether you're around me or not," Malik joked, continuing his mini scalp massage. His other hand snuck beneath Ryou's shirt, and he started to gently scratch the skin there. "But you're my nerd. And you happen to bring out my inner dork more than it usually comes out, so we're even." He leaned his head down a bit, placing a kiss on top of Ryou's head.
"Hey, jerk!" Laughing, Ryou lightly kicked the side of Malik's leg. "Don't say that. I am not always a nerd, am I?" It almost worried him. After all, if he always seemed like a nerd, that would explain alot of things in his life, wouldn't it? He hoped he didn't really come off as a total and complete nerd. He -wanted- to be thought of as a normal person, and that's how he dressed and attempted to act. If he seemed like a nerd though...
That was kind-of bad. However, as his back began to be scratched, Ryou let out a gentle sigh, arching up into the fingers. It didn't matter what was going on around him with those fingers scratching away like that because ugh, it felt too close to heaven. "Do...you really think I'm a big dork though? I mean...I know I'm not the coolest kid ever but I hope that isn't really how I come off. I mean...I'm just average, aren't I?"
Malik's hand moved further up the other's back, nails just barely scraping against the skin. "No, I don't really think you're a big dork. I didn't mean anything by it, I was just joking around like usual." He paused, then mentally kicked himself - there he went, picking on Ryou again. "And you're not just average, either... you're better than average. To me, anyway."
Nodding mentally, Ryou withdrew his arms from their place, resting his head atop Malik, arms lightly wrapping about Malik's shoulders just to be a little bit closer. It was a relief truthfully that Malik hadn't meant anything by his comment though. he had figured he had been joking but a part of him still worried about small things like that, concerning what other people thought of himself. "Mm, alright..." Letting out a soft yawn, Ryou nuzzled further into the male, letting out a deep breath, losing himself in the back scratches. "And...I'm glad. I'd have to worry if I seemed like a complete dork or something..."
"Even if you were, it wouldn't be a bad thing," Malik said, resting his head back against his pillow. "I'm fully aware that I'm a geek, and I'm quite proud of that fact, actually." He grinned for a moment, but then his face softened as he looked back down at his boyfriend. "If it makes you feel self-conscious though, I won't rub that in. I don't want my Ryou to feel bad about himself."
Hugging the male a little tighter, Ryou gave a slight smile to himself at Malik's comment. That was just like Malik to be proud of who he was on the inside and out. Why couldn't he himself be more like that and not afraid to endorse who he really was on the inside. It was what he had always wanted to be like and, in fact, should've been like. Why was he always so insecure about everything though? "No, I...I think you have the right idea. I mean...I am a bit nerdy I guess. I've just never known anyone to really accept that kind of thing besides maybe you. Being called something like that before always made me feel...like I wasn't good enough but...if it's really me, I don't think I should be so afraid of it." Nudging into the other, he turned his head around to press a light kiss to his chest. "Besides, it got me you so..."
"That's right," Malik chirped, ruffling Ryou's hair a little. "If you're a little nerd, then that's part of who you are. And I love you just the way you are - nerdiness and all." He winked at the other boy, letting out a pleased sigh. "Just... don't be ashamed of yourself for it, okay? Everyone's got a part of themselves that they don't like, but you should just try and make the best of it, y'know? You'll be happier that way."
Ryou giggled again at the hair ruffle, hugging his boyfriend warmly. "Mm...why are you always so right, 'Lika-chan?" he mewled softly, raising a hand to poke him in the chest lightly. What Malik said though, it made a lot of sense to him and from now on, he was going to try and be just like that-not only to make Malik happy, but to make himself as well. No more being so shy it could hurt; he was going to just be himself and quit hiding the true him behind self-made borders.
"But…Malik, you do know we should be shot for being so lovey-dovey, don't you?" Laughing again, he curled up a little tighter on top of his boyfriend, making himself snug once again. "We probably make each other so happy, it's sickening."
Malik snorted, wrapping his arms around the boy on top of him. "Can you imagine what our brothers would say if they saw us like this? They'd think I was sacrificing my masculinity for the sake of luuuurve. And with my luck, Marik would make posters of it and spread them around the school." He rolled his eyes. "And probably say something like 'daww, lookit Bakura, our widdle brothers are growing up sooo fast~!' or something stupid like that." With that thought in mind, Malik really really hoped that Diabound hadn't told either of them just how far they'd gone with each other.
Then again, Bakura hadn't come over looking to castrate him yet, so he must not have said anything.
Cuddling closer as warm arms wrapped around himself, Ryou let out another happy murmur. At his boyfriend's comments, he couldn't help but laugh, knowing very well that those were very likely things their brothers would tell them. He didn't really care too much though because...why would he? Everything they shared was only between the two of them and even if anyone else heard, he'd embrace it because it was what he liked to do, even if it was the least masculine thing possible. Besides, it wasn't like he was known for being much of a real guy anyways. "I know, huh? Heh, they'd have fun making fun of us for years if they could see it right now but you know they'd go back to wherever and be secretly jealous because they aren't as corny as you and I are." Lifting a hand from Malik's shoulder, he stuck his thumb into his mouth and gave it a light suckle for a moment, growing more tired than ever now.
He looked down at Ryou, eyeing the boy as he sucked on his thumb. Malik couldn't keep himself from smiling as he watched him - Ryou was just too adorable at times. "You are so cute," he muttered, cupping Ryou's cheek in his hand. "It just makes me want to squish you." He refrained from doing so, as the smaller boy actually seemed quite tired. A quick glance at the clock on his nightstand revealed that it had gotten pretty late while they were laying here; they'd just got so wrapped up in their conversation that they must've lost track of time. "...you look tired, Ry. We should try and get some sleep soon."
Ryou, not one to really notice what he was doing, absolutely oblivious to being so-called cute or anything, only doing what he did sometimes to get to sleep-yet, now he had done it so long, he barely realized when his thumb was in his mouth. As there was a pause, Ryou almost immediately found himself beginning to doze off, feeling perfect as he was there in Malik's arms. He was just about asleep as he heard Malik speak to him, a soft mumble leaving him as his chin was lifted, forcing sleepy chocolate depths to look into lavender. "Hmm? 'Makes you say that..?" Drowsily, he attempted to set his head back down atop Malik, thumb finding it's way back to his mouth. "Mm...okay, except, I think you mean you need to sleep. I was just about there..."
"Heh... I really hate to disturb you, but..." One of Malik's arms tightened around the other as he slowly sat up, Ryou still resting against his chest. With his free hand, he reached behind him and tugged the covers on his bed back enough to where they could slide in. "Here, get in the bed," he said quietly, nudging Ryou's head with his chin. Thankfully, he was wearing a pair of stretchy lounge pants, so there was no need to get up and change, and thus, no need to separate himself from his boyfriend.
Whining, Ryou raised his head again, a pouty look upon his face as he gave his boyfriend a look reading something along the lines of, 'Why did you have to disturb me when I was so comfortable?!' With a heavy sigh, Ryou rolled over and climbed beneath the blankets, immediately curling up on his side, hugging his chest. God, he hated when Malik did that and he -always- managed to get him -right- as he was about to fall asleep! "Mm...where are youu..."
"Sorry, love," Malik said as he turned the lamp on his nightstand off, sliding down under the covers. He pulled Ryou into his arms again, much in the same way as he had before. "I'm here..." He nuzzled down close to Ryou's face and placed a soft kiss on his lips before reaching up to stroke his hair again, soothing the boy into sleep. "Sweet dreams."
And of course, Ryou wasn't left mad for long because he was soon back and warm again in the arms he knew he belonged in. Nuzzling closer, leg wrapping around the other, he pressed his lips gently against Malik's before resting his head beside the male's own with a soft smile. "Nice Malik-mine..." Nuzzling his nose against the male's for a moment, he finally stopped to close his eyes again and attempt sleep, hugging the male close.
Rating: PG for devious plotting?
Summary: Just a little miffed at Malik being difficult, Ryou decides to get revenge by way of asphyxiation. Malik eventually retaliates, and then a Long and Meaningful Discussion occurs.
Part one is here.
"Mm, I guess you're right." Laughing gently, he kissed at the corner of Malik's mouth, beginning to etch his thumb into the male's shoulder blade again. "Still, it's just weird sometimes because...you make me want to be someone else-me, but...uhm. A better me, if that makes sense." Blushing slightly, Ryou closed his eyes, letting their heads rest against once another in peace.
The only thing weirder than the fact that Malik made him want to change his negative qualities was that he wasn't even afraid to say he wanted to. It was like he could tell Malik anything and it would lift the weight off his shoulders. He'd never had love before but now that he did it was truly one of the weirdest, yet best things.
"It makes plenty of sense," Malik muttered, slipping his fingers beneath Ryou's shirt in order to feel the smooth skin underneath. "'Cause I kinda feel the same way... I like being with you and making you happy, 'cause it makes me feel like I'm actually worth something, y'know? Like last year, all I really did was snark at people and fix their computers, and hang out with our brothers. It kinda got boring after a while, really."
He paused, chewing on his lip in thought. "You made me want to take another chance with the whole love thing. And I'm glad I did." Malik felt so pathetically sappy at the moment, but he didn't particularly care. He made a mental note; only let Ryou see this side of him.
"Does it?" He asked quietly, embellishing in the fingers that danced along his stomach. Eyes blinking open as Malik spoke, he watched the other with adoring hues, cracking a small smile. The even harder thing to believe was how he affected Malik too and it wasn't just the male upon himself. It didn't make sense to Ryou how he'd gotten so lucky but whatever it had been, he hoped it didn't stop for a long time. Without Malik, life hadn't ever felt so full.
"Really?" Stopping his hands in place, he leant in to take a little kiss, just to remind himself how fortunate he was to be able to even have someone he truly loved to do that with. Pulling away beaming, he rested his head upon the pillow, running his fingers again over the male's back. "Why...uhm." Pausing for a moment, he wondered if he should even ask the question, yet it was something he always thought about. "Why...do you think it is that you wanted to try again with me..?"
Malik had to think about that for a few moments. Why exactly had he wanted to try again...? His last relationship had ended so badly that he wasn't sure he was cut out for this sort of thing, but Ryou... it couldn't have been because of Bakura and Marik's teasing; although, admittedly, Malik had wanted to meet the youngest Bakura sibling, if only to see if he was like the other two or not.
"...I'm not sure," Malik confessed, looking down into Ryou's eyes. "I guess when I met you, something just kind of clicked. You weren't scared of me 'cause of how I dressed, or my association with your brothers. You were so nice to me that... I dunno. I thought maybe you could help me out a bit since you actually tolerated me. And you did. So I thought... maybe it could go further. Like we could be more than just friends."
Ryou nodded aptly at his boyfriend continued on, listening to him intently. He supposed what Malik said made perfect sense. After all, he truly hadn't been scared by his appearance or who he was associated with. After all, everyone deserved a first chance and just because Marik and he were brothers, it didn't mean he was anything like his brother. After all, he was nothing like his own Brothers and he always wanted a chance to prove himself so why shouldn't Malik have gotten one, too?
"Mm..." Giving a bright smile, Ryou leant in to take another kiss, having a good old time stealing as many as he could. "I suppose...I understand. I mean...I guess for me, when it comes to you, I felt it too. You're so different than anyone else. I mean, I think I've had crushes but it's just not quite the same feeling, you know?"
Malik nodded, fully understanding what Ryou was saying. "Yeah, I get that. It was kinda the same with me, except it was more like flings as opposed to crushes." He'd had no interest in getting romantically involved with anyone until Ryou.
"And, I guess I kinda didn't know what my real 'type' was until I met you. 'Cause if you think about it, when we're out together, how much you wanna bet that people look at us and are all like 'how did they end up together'?" Malik smirked, idly twirling a strand of Ryou's hair. "You're so quiet, and I've been known to get kinda wild at times... but I like to think that we balance each other out that way."
Nodding, Ryou wondered why that was. He had always been the opposite, mostly. Sure, he wasn't quite like a girl in the fact that he'd always dreamed about having the "perfect guy" or something stupid like that but he had always wondered what it would've been like to just have someone around, girl or guy, that he could be comfortable with and get occasional kisses from. He had spent most of his teenage life studying hard for college or at friends playing games or watching his Brothers getting trouble and having all the fun he always envied not being able to have. Sometimes, he almost asked them to go to parties, but then he just knew he wouldn't fit in and they probably wouldn't let him tag along, anyways. In a way, there was almost no chance he could've ever met anyone before Malik because he was never anywhere where anyone could find him. Even in college, he just had happened to get lucky by having his brothers be friends with him and very lucky he was because...Malik was perfect and everything he could've hoped for-even better, in fact.
Nodding, Ryou lightly lifted a leg to brush his foot up against Malik's just to get a little closer to him. Laughing tiredly, Ryou's eyes drifted to the corner of his eye sockets to peer at the hair being twirled around Malik's finger. Snuggling into the pillow, he then let his eyes rest. "I guess you could think of it that way. When it comes to me...I guess I just never really looked for anyone but if I had I'd do my hardest to be open-minded because I don't know that anyone can ever really have a type. I think a type is something all made up in one's head. You just...kind-of love who you love, no matter what they look like, wear, or what kind-of music they're into. And maybe some people don't think we should be together but...as long as it works for us, nobody else's opinion counts."
Malik silently lay there as Ryou talked, taking in everything the other boy said. He did make a lot of sense - it was better to be open-minded about these kinds of things, but it was a bit difficult for Malik since some types of people just aggravated him. Luckily for him, Ryou wasn't one of those; he hugged the boy closer, stifling a small yawn by burying his face in Ryou's shoulder. "Mhm... I couldn't care less about what people think of us as a couple as long as we're happy."
He shifted a bit, leaning up to press another kiss to Ryou's cheek. "And I happen to be very happy, thankyouverymuch." Probably the happiest he'd been in years. "... And I totally just paraphrased what you said. Meh, I'm too lazy to get my own material; that's my excuse." Malik smirked a little, giving his boyfriend a light squeeze.
Smiling as he was hugged because he liked them so much, Ryou hugged the male tightly as well, snuggling close to his warm body. His fingers still gently grazed over Malik's back, enjoying the feel of creamy skin against his finger pads. "Mh'm!"
As a kissed was pressed to his cheek, Ryou's eyes opened and closed again in happiness, leg warily wrapping a little more around the other. Laughing at his comment, Ryou leant in to take another one of the kisses he liked so much, letting it soak it just how nice it felt for a few moment before pulling back slowly, head rushing as usual. "As long as it's my material you're using, I don't think I mind at all if you're a copy cat."
"Good. 'Cause I'll just be stealing your material anyway, since we're constantly on the same train of thought," Malik said, winking at him. His arms tightened around Ryou's waist, and he turned over onto his back, pulling the smaller boy on top of him.
He looked up into the other's eyes as white hair spilled down around their faces, acting like a curtain to shut themselves out from the rest of the world - despite that they were the only ones in the apartment, of course. Somehow, Malik just couldn't find anything else to say at the moment, so he just continued to gaze up at his boyfriend, a small smile on his face.
"Well then, it's a good thing nothing is copy written." Giving his boyfriend a smile, he murmured softly as they rolled over, himself on top for a change. His arms quickly settled at Malik's shoulders to keep himself up but trying not to do so so strenuously that it pained his boyfriend. As their eyes met, taking notice of the astonishing purple of Malik's gaze, his heart raced within his chest, feeling so special. Nobody else in the whole entire world got to feel like this, at least not with Malik; Malik who was truthfully all his as he was all Malik's, left to do what each wanted with the other but likely, it would only be to treat them as perfectly as they possibly could. If Ryou had never felt lucky before, he did now. "Nobody...has ever looked at me quite like you do," he whispered, hand raising to run appendages over Malik's cheek. His other arm settled beneath them as he leant down to press his lips to Malik's warmly, trying to show off just how much of him the other had.
All. Every last little bit. "How is it...you can make me feel so perfect...?"
Malik's eyes slid shut as he felt Ryou's fingers gliding over his cheek. "I could really ask you the same thing," he answered, nuzzling into the touch. "I don't know how you do it, so... I wouldn't know how I do either." Honestly, he didn't think his life could really get much better at the moment, despite all of the problems up at the school. His job was going well (surprisingly so, considering he was self-employed), he had his own place, he wasn't too horribly bad at school, and best of all, he had an amazing boyfriend who loved him, and who he loved in return. For the first time in many many years, he could say that life was good and seriously mean it.
"All I know is that I feel complete."
As his fingers were nestled against, Ryou smiled softly, then dragging his tips to trace Malik's eyelids, leaning down to press a kiss to each one. Malik didn't know how he made Ryou feel like this? Hmm, was there truly even a way to put it? What either of them felt for each other? Ryou -felt- Malik the same as Malik felt himself and that was all that could've ever mattered.
Scooting down a bit, he pressed one last kiss to Malik's cheek before resting his head upon the male's chest, right where his heart was. Eyes closing, his arms settled at either of his boyfriend's sides, once again just basking in the moment, the gentle sound of Malik's heart going into Ryou's ears, making him smile further, slowly beginning to feel as sleepy as Malik had before the tickling incident. However...
Complete? He felt that too, undeniably. "Me too... In a few years, we can even be married happily like Diabound with our own little girl to care for."
While the thought of caring for a child was a bit less than appealing at the time - Malik wasn't too good with kids and didn't know if he ever would be or not - he had to agree with the former suggestion. "Mhm... when we're out of school and I've got a better job than fixing people's computers, then yeah... I'd like that."
His fingers slowly threaded through Ryou's hair as the other boy rested on his bare chest, completely absorbed in the moment. "But I think that right now, I'm perfectly content with what I have. I'm not in any hurry."
Laughing, Ryou kissed his boyfriend's chest. "I wasn't serious you know?" he chimed, cuddling against the male, going back to listening to his heart. "As for kids though...I don't know. Maybe some day, I'd like one or two but...I think for now, you're enough for me to take care of." Smiling happily at that, his eyes closed again, further tiring himself.
However, when he had mention Diabound, he couldn't deny it wasn't because he hadn't been thinking about it off and on with the baby coming to him and whatnot. He just wasn't sure whether Diabound would be able to get through this. "But...do you think...Diabound will be able to deal? Really?" he added softly, nudging his head against his boyfriend's head. "I just...really worry about him, you know? I don't want him to freak out and accept the help he's offered."
Malik bit his lip in thought for a few moments before answering. "...I don't know, Ry," he said, giving a slight shrug, "you're a lot closer to Diabound than I am, so I can't really say much. Maybe he picked some skills up while he was in India. He does seem a little different than he used to, or maybe it's just 'cause I hadn't heard from him in so long. I dunno."
He moved his hand down to stroke Ryou's face, looking up at the ceiling. "He doesn't seem like the type to accept help from anyone, though. I dunno whether that's a good thing or bad thing."
Nodding, Ryou curled up atop Malik a little tighter. Would his Brother be okay, really? Sure, Bakura and he would help all they could but would that really be enough? "Mm, I suppose so, yeah..." Lifting his hand to his mouth, he sucked the tip of his thumb in thought for a moment, as he did when he was truly worried over something.
At the warm hand on his face, Ryou cooled down some, hand falling from his mouth to grasp Malik's. "I just hope...it's all for the better, you know? If I had to, I'd drop my social life and watch that kid every moment I could just so Diabound could live. I don't want to see my Brother suffer, not in the least."
Malik gave Ryou's hand a squeeze, lacing their fingers together. "I don't think you'll have to resort to that. As irresponsible as he is sometimes, Diabound knows how to take care of himself. He may not be the best father figure, but..." He shrugged again. "The way I see it, if he was able to survive on his own in India for nine months, he could take practically anything. But that might be giving him too much credit, I dunno."
He tugged on Ryou's hand and pulled it up to his lips, pressing light kisses to his fingertips. "I know you don't want to see anyone suffer, love. But I dunno how Diabound would take to you acting like a mother hen," Malik joked, squeezing the other's pale hand again.
Purring at the kisses to his hand, Ryou simply nodded mentally, beginning to relax a bit too much to do such strenuous activities any longer. He supposed what Malik was saying did make sense though. Diabound had survived nine months alone but was that really the same as taking care of a baby? Babies needed things; money, love, care...
Could his brother really give these to an infant willing? He really hoped so because he didn't want Diabound's life to fall apart because of this. "Not a mother hen, germ," he teased back, pouting slightly. Giving Malik's hand a return squeeze, he cuddled closer, letting out a sigh. "I just want to give him what I'd want if I had a kid, that's all. Support. Always knowing I had someone to fall back on."
"I know," Malik said as he started to soothingly run his free hand up and down Ryou's back. "I would too, if it were Marik or Isis. But I'm just saying... he'll ask for help if he needs it, I guess. I think it's best to just let him be for now. A lot of stuff is piling up on him at once... he's just now getting back in the country, getting reacquainted with everyone, getting used to the idea of having a child..."
He reached down and took a hold of Ryou's chin, gently tilting his face up toward him. "I'm not trying to discourage you from helping him out, Ry. I'm really not. I just think you should give him a chance to try and handle this himself before you jump in," Malik said, gently stroking at the other's jaw with his thumb.
Arching slightly up into the hand, Ryou had to admit to himself that it felt good. Now...if he could only get Malik to get under his shirt and actually scratch his back for him, that would've been perfect. Groaning as his chin was lifting, he frowned and peered warily at the other. "Yes, I know and I will but...I just am worried, like usual because I know what a child means and I know he does too. When you have a child is when it stops being about you and I'm so scared that isn't what Dia' is ready for..." Sighing, he set his head back down upon Malik, eyes closing. Mm, he was too comfortable and tired to be moved. Why did Malik have to move him when he was just comfortable enough to die?
"I'm not going to jump in. It's not that easy anyways but...mm. I don't know. Either way..." Letting out a sigh, he nuzzled into the other, smiling slightly. "You smell good. Did you know that..?"
Malik blinked. That was a sudden change of topic. "Do I, now?" he asked, fingers tracing small circles in Ryou's back. On an impulse, he leaned down and buried his nose in Ryou's hair, taking a deep breath. "You do, too. Good to know we're not like regular teenage boys who smell like sweat, sex, and potato chips all the time."
Ryou sighed, inhaling his boyfriend's strong scent again. He wondered though if it was really the scent he liked or if it was the scent with a mix of the fact that he was exhausted as all of hell. One of the two but. As Malik nuzzled into his locks, a small smirk dawned on his lips. "It is good to know though, isn't it? I mean...at least we have that going for us but seriously. You really do smell so good, Lik-y. They should make you into a perfume, so I can sniff you all the time." A bit random, but true. Taking in his scent once again, he closed his eyes, cuddling into the other.
He had to laugh a bit at Ryou's statement - it was almost ridiculous. "Are you trying to inflate my ego or something? 'Cause you know it's big enough already," Malik said, playfully tugging on a strand of the other's hair. "And you can smell me pretty much any time you feel like it. You're doing it right now, see. I don't need to be made into a perfume because that would just be weird." Although, he had to admit... 'Eau de Malik' had a nice ring to it.
"Malik, love, I don't think anything could inflate your ego more than it already is." Laughing, Ryou lightly brushed his toes over one of Malik's ankles, just playing around. But on the subject of the perfume; if Malik ever had the chance he was sure the boy would do it in an instant just because it had something to do with himself, a subject Ryou felt Malik liked quite a bit.
"Mm, but no, you don't understand. We don't take the same classes, so when I'm in my own classes away from you unfortunately, if they made that cologne, I could then wear it and be reminded of it for the time you were gone!" Lifting his head off Malik's chest for a moment, he peeked chocolate orbs up to meet the male's eyes happily, smile on his lips. "I think it's a good idea, at least."
"... Maybe I should just give you one of my wristbands or something. At least that's something relatively normal," Malik teased, fondly looking down into Ryou's eyes, "or let you wear one of my hoodies to class. That way you'd smell me and I'd be indirectly hugging you... or something." Something odd he'd noticed - Ryou tended to bring out his dorkier side. "It'd be the next best thing, anyway."
Time for more ego-inflation. "'Cause we both know the real thing is best of all, right~?" Malik grinned, nudging Ryou's foot with his own.
Laughing, he shook his head, burying his face into Malik's shoulder for a moment. "It is not that weird, don't say that!" Was it really that weird to wish he could smell his boyfriend everywhere? ...Well, probably but it was a nice thought. It was probably a good thing he couldn't though because then, he'd be too comfortable all the time, as if he'd just been smoking crack which probably didn't make much sense but the way he thought of Malik's scent, it was a little like a drug.
"You'd really let me wear your sweatshirt just to be able to smell you?" Giggling, Ryou had to lean down to kiss at his boyfriend's cheek. "Mm, I think I'd like that. Then I could be decked in your scent all the time." And then everyone would truly know just who he belonged to and that idea made Ryou kind-of giddy. Sometimes it sucked to be so head-over-heels because it made him think such cheesy little things. Toes nudging Malik's own again, he attempted to lace their toes, laughing at how weird it felt. "Yes, nothing like the real big-headed Malik, not in a million years. A perfume couldn't even come close."
Malik nodded, looking down toward their feet. Ryou's feet were quite a bit smaller than his, so it was kind of funny watching them try to latch together. "Yep. You think that'd tide you over until classes let out and you can have your real Malik?" he asked, a half-smirk forming on his face. "A hoodie's a lot warmer than perfume, too. And more comfortable. Easy to hug in too, 'cause I'd just have to come up behind you and stick my hands in the front pockets."
Ryou still wasn't too sure as to why he was attempting to lace their feet together exactly, but it was likely only because Malik brought out his inner dork to the extreme. Laughing as their toes finally clung to one another, Ryou lifted up his head, resting his chin upon his arms which he folded upon his chest. Peering down into the other's eyes, he smiled some, eyes glazing over at the thought of Malik and himself, getting the other's arms to wrap around him, hands deep in his sweatshirt pocket. He found he liked that idea quite a bit. "Mm...alright, it's a trade off. I'll wear your clothes and we can forget all about the perfume." Eyes beginning to close, he untangled his foot from Malik's, gently resting it between the gap of Malik's legs feeling that warm, sleepy air around him again. Sigh.
As he reached up to weave his fingers through Ryou's hair again, Malik smiled, finding this position quite comfortable. "You sleepy?" he asked, fingers lightly massaging Ryou's scalp. "Did all of that footsie-playing tire you out, love? Because everyone knows that playing footsies is a horribly tiring sport. You didn't overexert yourself, did you~?"
Snorting, Ryou gave a light shake of his head, making sure, however, not to do it hard enough to make Malik quit playing with his hair because that felt admittedly wonderful. "Mm...yeah," he murmured softly, head sinking down a little further just so Malik could have more scalp to massage. "No, I don't think it was the footsie playing as much as you just being too much of a handful for me. And anyways, why was I playing footsie?" Laughing gently, Ryou shrugged his shoulders. "I'm always such a little nerd around you..."
"You're a little nerd regardless of whether you're around me or not," Malik joked, continuing his mini scalp massage. His other hand snuck beneath Ryou's shirt, and he started to gently scratch the skin there. "But you're my nerd. And you happen to bring out my inner dork more than it usually comes out, so we're even." He leaned his head down a bit, placing a kiss on top of Ryou's head.
"Hey, jerk!" Laughing, Ryou lightly kicked the side of Malik's leg. "Don't say that. I am not always a nerd, am I?" It almost worried him. After all, if he always seemed like a nerd, that would explain alot of things in his life, wouldn't it? He hoped he didn't really come off as a total and complete nerd. He -wanted- to be thought of as a normal person, and that's how he dressed and attempted to act. If he seemed like a nerd though...
That was kind-of bad. However, as his back began to be scratched, Ryou let out a gentle sigh, arching up into the fingers. It didn't matter what was going on around him with those fingers scratching away like that because ugh, it felt too close to heaven. "Do...you really think I'm a big dork though? I mean...I know I'm not the coolest kid ever but I hope that isn't really how I come off. I mean...I'm just average, aren't I?"
Malik's hand moved further up the other's back, nails just barely scraping against the skin. "No, I don't really think you're a big dork. I didn't mean anything by it, I was just joking around like usual." He paused, then mentally kicked himself - there he went, picking on Ryou again. "And you're not just average, either... you're better than average. To me, anyway."
Nodding mentally, Ryou withdrew his arms from their place, resting his head atop Malik, arms lightly wrapping about Malik's shoulders just to be a little bit closer. It was a relief truthfully that Malik hadn't meant anything by his comment though. he had figured he had been joking but a part of him still worried about small things like that, concerning what other people thought of himself. "Mm, alright..." Letting out a soft yawn, Ryou nuzzled further into the male, letting out a deep breath, losing himself in the back scratches. "And...I'm glad. I'd have to worry if I seemed like a complete dork or something..."
"Even if you were, it wouldn't be a bad thing," Malik said, resting his head back against his pillow. "I'm fully aware that I'm a geek, and I'm quite proud of that fact, actually." He grinned for a moment, but then his face softened as he looked back down at his boyfriend. "If it makes you feel self-conscious though, I won't rub that in. I don't want my Ryou to feel bad about himself."
Hugging the male a little tighter, Ryou gave a slight smile to himself at Malik's comment. That was just like Malik to be proud of who he was on the inside and out. Why couldn't he himself be more like that and not afraid to endorse who he really was on the inside. It was what he had always wanted to be like and, in fact, should've been like. Why was he always so insecure about everything though? "No, I...I think you have the right idea. I mean...I am a bit nerdy I guess. I've just never known anyone to really accept that kind of thing besides maybe you. Being called something like that before always made me feel...like I wasn't good enough but...if it's really me, I don't think I should be so afraid of it." Nudging into the other, he turned his head around to press a light kiss to his chest. "Besides, it got me you so..."
"That's right," Malik chirped, ruffling Ryou's hair a little. "If you're a little nerd, then that's part of who you are. And I love you just the way you are - nerdiness and all." He winked at the other boy, letting out a pleased sigh. "Just... don't be ashamed of yourself for it, okay? Everyone's got a part of themselves that they don't like, but you should just try and make the best of it, y'know? You'll be happier that way."
Ryou giggled again at the hair ruffle, hugging his boyfriend warmly. "Mm...why are you always so right, 'Lika-chan?" he mewled softly, raising a hand to poke him in the chest lightly. What Malik said though, it made a lot of sense to him and from now on, he was going to try and be just like that-not only to make Malik happy, but to make himself as well. No more being so shy it could hurt; he was going to just be himself and quit hiding the true him behind self-made borders.
"But…Malik, you do know we should be shot for being so lovey-dovey, don't you?" Laughing again, he curled up a little tighter on top of his boyfriend, making himself snug once again. "We probably make each other so happy, it's sickening."
Malik snorted, wrapping his arms around the boy on top of him. "Can you imagine what our brothers would say if they saw us like this? They'd think I was sacrificing my masculinity for the sake of luuuurve. And with my luck, Marik would make posters of it and spread them around the school." He rolled his eyes. "And probably say something like 'daww, lookit Bakura, our widdle brothers are growing up sooo fast~!' or something stupid like that." With that thought in mind, Malik really really hoped that Diabound hadn't told either of them just how far they'd gone with each other.
Then again, Bakura hadn't come over looking to castrate him yet, so he must not have said anything.
Cuddling closer as warm arms wrapped around himself, Ryou let out another happy murmur. At his boyfriend's comments, he couldn't help but laugh, knowing very well that those were very likely things their brothers would tell them. He didn't really care too much though because...why would he? Everything they shared was only between the two of them and even if anyone else heard, he'd embrace it because it was what he liked to do, even if it was the least masculine thing possible. Besides, it wasn't like he was known for being much of a real guy anyways. "I know, huh? Heh, they'd have fun making fun of us for years if they could see it right now but you know they'd go back to wherever and be secretly jealous because they aren't as corny as you and I are." Lifting a hand from Malik's shoulder, he stuck his thumb into his mouth and gave it a light suckle for a moment, growing more tired than ever now.
He looked down at Ryou, eyeing the boy as he sucked on his thumb. Malik couldn't keep himself from smiling as he watched him - Ryou was just too adorable at times. "You are so cute," he muttered, cupping Ryou's cheek in his hand. "It just makes me want to squish you." He refrained from doing so, as the smaller boy actually seemed quite tired. A quick glance at the clock on his nightstand revealed that it had gotten pretty late while they were laying here; they'd just got so wrapped up in their conversation that they must've lost track of time. "...you look tired, Ry. We should try and get some sleep soon."
Ryou, not one to really notice what he was doing, absolutely oblivious to being so-called cute or anything, only doing what he did sometimes to get to sleep-yet, now he had done it so long, he barely realized when his thumb was in his mouth. As there was a pause, Ryou almost immediately found himself beginning to doze off, feeling perfect as he was there in Malik's arms. He was just about asleep as he heard Malik speak to him, a soft mumble leaving him as his chin was lifted, forcing sleepy chocolate depths to look into lavender. "Hmm? 'Makes you say that..?" Drowsily, he attempted to set his head back down atop Malik, thumb finding it's way back to his mouth. "Mm...okay, except, I think you mean you need to sleep. I was just about there..."
"Heh... I really hate to disturb you, but..." One of Malik's arms tightened around the other as he slowly sat up, Ryou still resting against his chest. With his free hand, he reached behind him and tugged the covers on his bed back enough to where they could slide in. "Here, get in the bed," he said quietly, nudging Ryou's head with his chin. Thankfully, he was wearing a pair of stretchy lounge pants, so there was no need to get up and change, and thus, no need to separate himself from his boyfriend.
Whining, Ryou raised his head again, a pouty look upon his face as he gave his boyfriend a look reading something along the lines of, 'Why did you have to disturb me when I was so comfortable?!' With a heavy sigh, Ryou rolled over and climbed beneath the blankets, immediately curling up on his side, hugging his chest. God, he hated when Malik did that and he -always- managed to get him -right- as he was about to fall asleep! "Mm...where are youu..."
"Sorry, love," Malik said as he turned the lamp on his nightstand off, sliding down under the covers. He pulled Ryou into his arms again, much in the same way as he had before. "I'm here..." He nuzzled down close to Ryou's face and placed a soft kiss on his lips before reaching up to stroke his hair again, soothing the boy into sleep. "Sweet dreams."
And of course, Ryou wasn't left mad for long because he was soon back and warm again in the arms he knew he belonged in. Nuzzling closer, leg wrapping around the other, he pressed his lips gently against Malik's before resting his head beside the male's own with a soft smile. "Nice Malik-mine..." Nuzzling his nose against the male's for a moment, he finally stopped to close his eyes again and attempt sleep, hugging the male close.