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Title: Kisses Heal
Type: One-Shot
Rating: PG-13
Category: Romance, Angst, Fluff
Warning: Slash
Characters: Malik and Ryou
Pairing(s): Malik x Ryou
Summary: Malik returns to Domino to an unsuspecting Ryou, seeming quite different that when he left.
Note: For my Ryou Hunny Bunny.
Ten o'clock, PM. Saturday. Nowhere to go, nowhere to stay. No one to hold, no one to kiss. Nothing to say, nothing to do. Except, that is, sit on a park bench, twiddling your thumbs and staring at the ground, a somewhat dark and deep aura emitting from around you.
That was what Ryou Bakura was doing.
He desperately wanted to speak to his lover, whom he had not had the chance to speak with for quite some time. Malik had gone back to his homeland, Egypt, for a vacation, if you will. Time spent without his partner was quite boring, since he had basically no one else to spend his time with. Of course, he could visit Yuugi, or Yuugi's other friends, but it just was not the same as standing next to Malik, wrapping his pale arms around the tanned figure and kissing him softly.
Ryou, needless to say, was completely shocked out of his mind when his boyfriend took a seat next to him. For all he had known, Malik was still in Egypt, loving the horrendously warm weather, lying by the Nile, walking around about pyramids.
"Malik," Bakura stated, the slightest crease forming in his face; the sign of a small smile. Immediately, he attempted at wrapping his medium sized left hand around Malik's slightly longer hands right hand.
"No," was the response, as Ryou's hand was gently flicked away. This caused a great amount of pain to be seen across Bakura's face. Why was Malik acting so strangely? Maybe he just was not in the mood for something other than what 'just friends' would do. So, wanting to at least feel the tan boy's warmth, Ryou attempted to hug him.
"No," Malik repeated, scooting away from him. A great amount of frustration could be seen as Ryou tried to merely touch Malik's leg.
"Don't. Touch. Me."
Bakura felt like weeping. Sobbing gigantic, wet, melancholic tears from the feeling that hit him hard; the feeling of being unloved.
Malik did not love him any more.
What other reason would he have to flinch everytime Ryou tried to touch him? Why else would he not even say hi, not smiling at the shorter boy the second their eyes met? If he still loved Ryou, why did he not embrace him lovingly, like he usually did everytime they bumped into each other?
The second Ryou raised his palms to cover his face and cry, though, Malik piped up.
His words rang through Bakura's mind, like melodious music coming from a beautiful music box, a petite, pink ballerina spinning around as you twist around the notch. It made his heart leap, and his mind soar.
"Don't touch me..." a pause. "Before I touch you," Malik finished, a grin on his face as he quickly enwrapped his tanned arms around Ryou's back, leaving a trail of kisses on his throat upwards, finally letting their lips meet.
Malik loved him.
And Ryou loved him back.