King of thieves and Keyblades

“I seriously doubt that,” Melvin said, snickering to himself and rolling his eyes. He shifted his gaze back down to Ryou, his white hair dangling in his eyes. “It’s nothing. It’s been a while since I’ve been out. Nothing more to it.”

Melvin set his palms behind him on the banister and hopped onto it. Behind him, the drop down to the crater below the castle blacked out into the abyss. It would be a long fall down.

“YOU seem very horny,” he said with a toothy smirk, teasing Ryou.

Melvin averted his eyes still. He felt restless. What was wrong with him? 

“Alright alright, don’t get too clingy,” he said, wiggling closer to the banister, glaring “off-screen”. He drummed his fingers on the banister, pounding at it with the erratic rhythm of the downpour. “You’re being awfully cruel with your good cop - bad cop persona.”

He sniffed.

Why was his face warm when the wind and rain were so cold?

“Tch….”

Ryou watched, then joined him. “I wont... dont worry...” He sighs.

“Guess being cruel is something I got from you,” He looked to the man who still refused to look at him.

Slowly, his blank violet eyes shifted down. “Who says I’m not using you?”

But the warmth in Ryou’s cheeks- it was a drastic change to the rage and starvation present in every part of his fiber earlier.

“Humph….. You’re either a BDSM slave or a brat… I really can’t tell which it is,” he said plainly.

Despite his tone, far from his snark and pick up lines… Melvin was flirting with Ryou… And it made him feel uncomfortable.

He was a king- a raging psycho- dominant. But in this rain… His crown and scepter seemed to dissolve and leave him naked.

Vulnerable.

He couldn’t look Ryou in the eyes.

Damn him.

Melvin was... flirting? Maybe in his own way, yes he was, which made Ryou chuckle. This was... surprisingly nice.

“Maybe I’m both... maybe I’m starved for attention and all I need in my life is someone to give me what I want in the harshest way possible... or maybe it’s an act... but that’s hard to prove.”

He put a hand on the other’s arm that was touching his head, “I think I told you this already... but you fascinate me, Melvin... I want to know you... as the being you are... homicidal tendencies and psycho acts of violence... you bring out something in me I never knew existed... I want to be next to you...” He moved closer. “I want to feel...”

“Shut up….” he mumbled, barely muttering his lips. He listened to the rain fall, pouring all around them, falling beneath them into the hellish metropolis. Yet, somehow… this dark place felt peaceful. 

Thunder boomed in the distance, but Melvin was less concerned with that as he was drawn to the warmth of Ryou’s wet mop of a head. 

“You’re more than just some fuck buddy, Ryou……”

What was he even saying?! Melvin… did not like where this was going….

Yet…. why was he enjoying it? 

Ryou was speechless for a bit. He... wasn’t? He had thought that be all he would be to Melvin... nothing more than a means to get off and be as brutal as he wanted.

“Yeahhhhh….” he said, almost boredly. “I’m not talking sexual.” He rolled his eyes, looking up at nothing particular in the sky, rain falling into his face as he looked unblinkingly. He took a hand and, strangely enough, patted Ryou on the head.

“Hmph.” Melvin smirked back at the dangerous wolf in sheep’s white wool. “Depends,” he echoed back. “If the make up is worth it….” He eyes Ryou’s pale frame, eclipsing the light of the apartment. The stood in the dark, the rain, mingling like the glow and rain encasing them.

“I was on lock down- but you’re the one who looks cage…. I haven’t seen you looking that starved since the first time I saw you….”

aint nobody bringing us down down down down down down

“Yes- due to your sentencing,” he pointed out. The boy was keen, watching Melvin like a hawk. The intent of his gaze- fucking delicious. Melvin leaned back against the banister of the balcony, wet and slick like his body. “Am I still on parole?” he spoke- words punctuated like knife wounds. His head tilted, revealing his strong, muscly neck. Leaning in the rain- he waited for Ryou to judge him. Two predators… staring each other down….

“Depends...” He smirks, finally joining him in the rain, his fluffy white locks flattening slightly. “You planning on making me angry again? Next time I might just break us off...”

He shifted. Haven’t head that voice in a long time. He mused about how long it must have been. Somehow, the adorable time out Ryou put him in became a years long stretch of the two not speaking to each other. Not that it bothered him, after all, a higher calling was far more engaging to seek.

It was, however, enticing.

Ryou knew how to deal out punishment. And his dedication to his judgement was only more alluring. Melvin’s heart may have been dead but his appetite was only fueled by this wolf.

His wolf, after all.

He turned, still a splitting image of Marik as his hair was soaked. The glow of the thieve’s home shown on him like a spot light. There they stood. Two phantoms orbiting around each other, backs turned, a million miles apart. Now- they faced- the Wild and the Hearth, more alike in nature than one could consider- laying eyes on each other for the first time in years.

From the dark, basked in pale yellow light, Melvin tilted his head- getting a good look at the darling Ryou. Raging, hungry, dark eyes pierced from beneath his fluffy white hair. Perhaps the Wild was inside Ryou more than the storm that raged around Melvin. Perhaps… the Storm WAS Ryou.

And Melvin… may be wrong.

In his hollow chest, heart constricted like the veins in his face, something churned. What was it? Melvin frowned. The only thing that should rest within him should be cruelty. But… Ryou… What was he?

And what is he doing to him?

Slowly, after the drawn out silence as the two too ill-fated to be paired with one another stared down each other, Melvin spoke.

“It’s good to see you… Ryou…”

Ryou stood his ground under the other’s gaze, unwavering under the other’s scanning of him. He was eyeing him like a starved man at a buffet, but there was more.

In his time working as a builder of RP sets, he had learned the craft of reading between the lines, seeing what wasn’t necessarily on the surface... something was churning inside of Melvin... would he find out in this session? Or the next? Would he find out at all? That was the true question.

The bronze form stopped shivering under the rain, emotions being pulled taunt like a string. Erect tuffs of hair fell limp under the torrent, echoing like an eerie sea of neon and mist as they hovered over the dark metropolis. 

Dead eyes stared at the ghostly maelstrom beneath him, like a vulture or a raven contemplating their duty for Death’s needs. Laughter fell silent, drowned by the reoccurring storm of a place that should never exist.

The only invitation between the worlds of Death’s Wilds and the domesticity of the thieves’ abode was a slung glass door.

This feeling, sure he was used to it... but he hadn’t felt it in so long... the feeling of dread he had longed for... was he a masochist? Of course.. But that’s why he felt so drawn to the murderer... to Marik’s darkness...

Marik’s heart hammered in his chest, pulse raging at his temples. He clenched his fists tight. “Maybe YOU could learn a thing or two from me- I’m actually TRYING to HELP you!!!” Ryou’s murderous glare in his eyes told Marik this could be the end for him. Could dying be considered sick leave with the Organization? Hell if he knew.

“Maybe I’ve been working for two years to be stable- I don’t LIKE it when Melvin comes out. He wrecks my body- my house, I wake up covered in blood and wondering if I’ve killed the ones I love- I don’t have a Bakura to reign me in or a Ryou in my head- I’m ALONE.”

He stopped.

Wasn’t expecting that realization.

“I…….. Ngh…. Nevermind-!” he snapped, nose flaring.

“Fine-! You want him to APPEASE YOU?! You REALLY WANT ME THAT BADLY-!?!”

Marik’s body twitched. He winced, pained, snarling, more so at himself than Ryou. “Ghh—NAAAAHHHH!!!” 

“FUCK IT-!!” He charged past, his body hunched, kicking the coffee table out of the way of his path, items and magazines clamming and tearing under the weight of the thrown object. He growled as he slid the glass door to their balcony open, almost eating it from the frame, shoving his burning body into the cold pelting rain of the storm.

Just shut it up- just shut it up- just SHUT IT UP- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAA!!!!!

His eyes clenched, his breath feeling weak as his heart continued to race. “AHAHAHAHAHHAAAA!!!!! AAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!”

Was he ever really in control………

The whispering thought was lost in the the raging storm.

Ryou would have to thank Marik after this... and profusely apologize... he was provoking him somewhat on purpose, but he had asked for the truth...

He stood back and watched the other slowly lose control. It hurt to look at, but he would do it... see it all...

“Yeah- HAPPY- which is why you’re screaming and shutting yourself off in your SOUL ROOM.” Marik stamped his foot on the floor. If Ryou killed him… welp… He hoped Bakura would understand.

“Ryou- look, Bakura and I want to help you- but you gotta be WILLING.”

“I don’t know.”

“Step One: admit it,” he said. FINALLY something USEFUL was coming from those meetings.

He spun on the spot, “Don’t you dare lecture me, Marik Sebastian Ishtar III.” He marched forward. “But you want to know my problem that badly? Fine!”

Marik felt a shiver descend through his spine. “Whoa- Ryou-!”

With Ryou’s snap at Bakura, he balled up his fist. Damn- this would be the time to muster up his courage. But instead of a lion, Marik felt like he had the heart of a weak kitty cat.

Ryou was… dangerous….

“Hey…” He began with a softer voice. He took his carefree persona and shoved it into some deep corner of his mind. “Bakura and I…. We’re just worried…. Look- we care. You haven’t…. You HAVEN’T been yourself lately!”

“Grr- You’re on the fritz- we just want to HELP you!”

“I don’t want help, Marik, I don’t NEED help... I am happy, just the way I am... happy happy HAPPY!”

“Not on my fresh steamed carpets!” he retorted. “You track in guts ONE TIME and then suddenly EVERYONE has to get uppity. It wasn’t even a INTENTIONAL that time… The building just HAPPENED to fall on him after we challenged him to a duel…… By “total” accident.”

“Yes…… “total” accident,” he grinned mischievously.

He threw his hair off his shoulders, shrugging to feign innocence.

“Anyways, why are you so upset? Did you… want to stay in your soul room? Seems like you’re upset that you’re getting fresh air.”

Ryou folded his arms, “You are planning something... aren’t you?” He narrowed his eyes, “I have not been in any sort of mood to deal with anyone’s shit, especially yours, and I’d rather be alone right now.” He got right up in his face, “So knock off the grin, Marik, I want to be alone...” His face was dangerous, even for Ryou.

yes, Clover is a slut