All I have is You

Bakura stayed up all night watching Ryou sleep. His little fingers twitched as he periodically moaned in his sleep. The yami pulled the blankets over the sleeping boy clutching him closer. Bakura breathed in Ryou's cologne and the apple shampoo from his last bathing still hovered around him.

Bakura raised his head when the door opened. Ryou remained limp in his arms like a doll. Malik and Marik entered both carrying teacups. Marik's pity for the other yami was chiseled on his face. Malik's countenance struggled to smile at the other couple in the bed.

"How is he this morning, Bakura? Is he still asleep?"

Bakura brushed Ryou's hair aside. "Yeah. He's out cold."

Marik offered the teacup to Bakura. "You have to drink something." Bakura sat up in the bed and sighed into the hot chai tea. He stirred it solemnly as he watched Malik put Ryou's cup on the table beside the bed. Ryou whimpered in his sleep and moved closer to Bakura. "Bakura…."

"I'm here, Ryou. I'm here." Bakura rubbed Ryou's back with his left hand. Malik gripped onto Ryou's shoulder lightly and the boy continued to whimper.

"Let me go……….Bakura……Cinetti…."

Bakura put his tea on the table beside his side of the bed and pulled Ryou into his arms.

Ryou arched his back. "No…Cinetti…..Please."

"Ryou? Wake up. " Bakura gently shook Ryou who opened his eyes quickly. Hovering above him was Malik and Marik. Ryou looked up into Bakura's eyes and quickly wrapped his arms around his yami.

"I'm here, Ryou. What did Cinetti do to you?"

Ryou buried his face into Bakura's neck and kissed it. "I…don't want to make you angry."

"I'm sure you did nothing wrong, Ryou. What did Cinetti do to you?"

Ryou gripped onto Bakura. "He…..his son grabbed me from behind as I was coming home from school, yami. He drove me to his home and forced me into the basement." Bakura rubbed Ryou's hair as his temper grew.

"I know this hurts, Ryou. What next?"

"Jessica forced me to kiss her and she made me….made me….made he touch her!" Ryou's cry echoed through the room. Bakura wanted nothing more than to run to Cinetti and beat the crap out of him. How dare he touch what is his! Jessica would have to be a target, too. Right now, Ryou was his concern.

Bakura turned to Marik. "Was his father even here to see him?"

"Yes he was, although he seemed more intent on blaming you for Ryou being sick and dragging him out of bed than anything else."

Bakura sighed.

Bakura's POV

His father blamed me for this? For Ryou being sick? Steven probably sent Cinetti after Ryou just like he sent Jessica to us. Blamed me? I didn't make Ryou sick. That devil Cinetti did! Gradually Ryou calmed down in my arms as I held him. Blamed me, did he? I don't regret loving Ryou. Not at all. I don't want to see him harmed and it hurts to see the one you love lying in your arms looking so feverish. If Steven didn't catch me sleeping with Ryou, then this would never have happened…..or maybe it was an accident waiting to happen. I wanted to love him some more, but in his condition, it would hurt him even more.

I wanted to comfort him, but I couldn't find the words. I wanted to help him, but nothing I could say would help. The relationship between father and son was hanging by a thread and had threatened to be completely broken because of me.

"Ryou's dad told him to come home," Malik said to me as he sat on the other side of Ryou rubbing his back along with me.

Ryou POV

As I held onto Bakura, my father's voice still rang through my head. Bakura didn't make me sick. None of this is his fault. I still loved my father even though he tried to force me out of bed with a fever. He wants me to go home with him. After all we've been through, maybe we owe it to each other to try to rebuild this relationship. Maybe he listened to me when I asked him how he felt about my mother when they met.

I love Bakura like he loved my mother. Why must gender make a difference? Isn't love….love? What difference is it if I love Bakura as long as I love him and remain faithful to him? Love is blind, and according to my father's ignorance, love is also deaf.

Bakura is to blame? No. I wanted to repair the relationship with my father desperately. After all, he fed me (even though he couldn't cook if his life depended on it) and clothed me when I was a child.

I held onto Bakura even tighter not wanting to let him go. I love him so much and all I want is what's best for him.

Normal POV

"Bakura?" Ryou tried to sit up in the bed and did so with Malik's help.

"What is it, Ryou?" Bakura took his tea and stirred it.

"I….I want to go home."

Bakura, Malik, and Marik's jaws dropped together. They weren't expecting this.

"Why? You saw how he treated you, Ryou," Marik said angrily.

"Are you sure that is wise?" Malik questioned.

Ryou sighed and took his own teacup from the table next to him. "I want to make peace with my father. I owe it to him to try one last time."

Bakura sighed and sipped his tea. Malik joined Marik at the other side of the bed so he could face Ryou.

"I'm not sure this is a wise decision, Ryou," Malik said uneasily.

Bakura put his hand up into the air to stop Malik's objection. Bakura looked Ryou in the eyes. "Are you certain you want this?"

Ryou sighed and nodded again. "I owe it to my mother to try. My mother doesn't want me to fight him.

I love her. I don't want to make her sad; I want to make her happy. The only way I can do that is to make peace with my father."

Marik grunted and growled. "Ryou, if you go back to him, he'll kill you! He doesn't love you at all! Not like we do!"

Ryou shot a glance up at Marik and Malik. Malik elbowed Marik. "You can't keep a secret, can't you, Marik?"

Ryou put down his cup. "Are you two saying ………you……love me too?" Bakura and Ryou shot them questioning glances.

"Well, Ryou….you should know. You have a right to know. Bakura and I were also lovers back in Egypt," Marik said crossing his arms with a little smile on his face.

"You're right, Malik. Marik can't keep a secret."

Ryou managed a little smile. "I never knew, Malik. Why didn't you tell me before?"

Malik rubbed the back of his head blushing a beet red now. "Well, I didn't know how or when to tell you, Ryou."

"I have to go back to my dad. Hopefully, we can all make this bitterness go away."

Bakura put down his cup and hugged Ryou tightly. "As long as it makes you happy, Ryou." Bakura sighed sadly. "You know, your father blames me for everything. If I'm at your home while you try to improve your relationship, you'll never get anywhere. Maybe it's best that…….I go home with Malik and Marik."

Ryou nodded and bit into his lover's shoulder crying into it. "I guess that's the way it has to be until I can improve my relationship with my dad. When he finally calms down, you can move back in."

Marik put his arms around his own teary hikari.

"It won't be a long time, Ryou. I promise I will come by every day to see you. You can always call me at Marik's house."

Ryou's mouth left Bakura's and was placed on his yami's. Tears filled both of their eyes.

"I finally got you back, yami. I finally got you back and now you have to leave me again. I love you, yami."

"Don't worry, my angel. I will be back every day. I've missed you so much, Ryou. Nothing will ever separate us. Nothing will tear us apart. I promise. I love you," Bakura kissed Ryou's

forehead. " my little hikari. I love you deeper than the deepest love. I would move the mountains and the stars if it means being in your arms. If I could draw your

portrait with the stars, the stars could not do your beauty justice."

"I love you more than anything else in the world, yami. I love you more than words can say, but…I have to try to work things out with my dad. Yes he has done some horrible things, but I owe it to try one last time."

They gathered each other in their arms bathing the other in their tears. Marik gathered his hikari in his arms watching the other couple embrace.

Ryou looked up at Bakura's red face from his tears. Ryou kissed one tear away. "One last time, Bakura. One last time."

Ryou brought Bakura down for a kiss and they breathed in deeply. Bakura broke the kiss first and caressed Bakura's cheek. "My dark angel."

Bakura and Ryou dressed and took Seto's limo back to Ryou's house.

Ryou timidly knocked on the door. Bakura remained leaning against the car. Steven opened up the door and father and son locked stares. Ryou extended his open arms towards his father as a single tear fell down his face. "Daddy?"