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They seemed so...upset at me...

[Ryou isn't angry anymore. He's just...sad. Sad for them? Sad that they all dumped their hatred on him? Sad that he's still weak and susceptible to terrible things?

...He's not sure. He's just sad. And worn out. But he does feel a little better, so when he's nudged, he straightens up slowly, raising a hand up to rub at the corner of one eye. Reluctantly, his tail unwinds from Atem so he can take a few exhausted steps back, then turn to his bed.

The laptop is still there.

His tail prickles and his gaze sharpens. The laptop starts to float, hovering off to the side only to flop unceremoniously on the ground with what's honestly a satisfying clatter.

Then, and only then, does he take a seat at the edge of his bed. The same hand that had rubbed at his face a second ago moves instead to cover the bite mark, to make sure it's not bleeding too badly.]

[The clatter is satisfying.

Fuck that machine and everyone on it.

As he climbs onto the bed beside Ryou:]

Not your problem.

[Tendrils come out, to slide around Ryou's waist like an extra hand, to wind around one of his knees.]

You can't figure out being a shade for them. They've got to do that themselves. Just like you do.

[You can't meet anyone else's win condition for them, he remembers. That had been good advice.

When Ryou's hand comes away from his neck, Atem looks at it, sizes up how badly it's bleeding.]

Lie back. I'll clean the bite.

[Ryou nods dimly, then lies back. It's not necessarily that he isn't taking Atem's words on board, it's more along the lines that the bite's starting to get to him. That's what he wants--the calm, unthinking haze that comes from being bitten by his predator boyfriend.

They're all predators, to be fair. But Ryou's powers don't have a practical application--well, except for one.

One that upsets people and which he feels is wasted on him.

Not going to think about that though. Just going to lay back, behave for his boyfriend.]

I hope it's not too bad. Didn't mean to make you work...

[Or make him potentially leave. Noo, he wants to keep Atem close. Fingers lazily travel along the tendril around his waist, a vague indication that he wants to stay wrapped up in it.]

Don't worry. It's no trouble at all.

[And Atem...well, what he does is, he climbs up so he's straddling Ryou's torso, a knee under each shoulder. He can reach the nightstand from here, where they keep minor first aid supplies, and it's easier to get to the bite at the same time.

His tendrils stay right where they are, and Atem reaches down to hook a finger in the collar and unbuckle it, so that none of the antiseptic he's about to apply gets on it and makes the leather smell.]

[There's just...one problem with all of this.

At any other point in time, Ryou might be able to remain objective, or maybe even make a snarky comment about how Atem had decided to reach over him.

But with the calm settled over him, placating him? Nah, this is very interesting to him. So while Atem had tried not to make it horny earlier, Ryou is...not doing that. Sorry, sir, but that's a tail winding around your thigh and the tuft of it teasing just under the hem of your shirt.

There's no art to any of it. But it is nice to have the collar taken off.

(Ryou Bakura this is not the time)

Ryou's free hand reaches up, and he very lazily runs a thumb across Atem's cheek.]

[A little inhale. Oh? Oh, Ryou wants to get frisky about this? Not that Atem minds, but...]

Ah...ha ha. Don't get impatient! First aid is important.

[This is not scolding at all. It's purred, and Atem pushes his cheek, catlike, against Ryou's hand before returning to his work. Atem lays the collar aside and pulls out a clean cloth, swiping the antiseptic around the bite, doing his best to make it sting as little as possible.]

I'm not the kind of guy who'd bite you, and then just leave it alone...

[Unless, you know, they're doing something else, and Ryou doesn't want to stop and deal with it. Which, his wishes get respected.]

It's okay...I'll heal anyway--ngh!

[The tail tightens around Atem's leg as the antiseptic stings at his skin. Honestly, he's still such a baby, but the reaction doesn't last forever...because as much of a baby as he is, when he's feeling flirty, he tends to ignore a lot of his pain.

Or maybe, he uses it to cope. Who knows?

Either way, he isn't interested in stopping what he's doing over a bit of burning, so he decides where he wants his hands now would be at Atem's waist, tail tip still flicking up under the hem of his shirt. It glows yellow, even as it slips completely below the shirt and tickles along Atem's lower back.]

Kiss me...

[It's not an order. It's a request couched in his soft tone, almost to the point of whining.]

Let me feel you. All of you.

[Because he can. Because he would never give it up.]

[A dark flush appears in Atem's cheeks, darker than when he's fed on human blood. Ryou's is shadowy, even when he's solid...it looks more like a bruise than a blush. A breath in, then out.]

You're making it very hard to finish what I'm doing.

[He puts the cloth down on the nightstand, and leans over Ryou, one hand bracing himself against the bed. The other takes hold of Ryou's chin, playful and warm. It is very hard to resist requests when Ryou gets like this. But, if Atem doesn't, he'll get blood all over his pillow until the bleeding slows down...can he pull away from bumping their noses together long enough to get a plaster on?]

You know I can't deny you anything...

[Ryou doesn't care about the blood. He cares about being intimate with Atem. This is the part of the bite that's almost out of his control...except that he's aware of the feeling it gives him, the calmness, the pliant nature, and, well. The friskiness. He lets himself fall into it.

Everyone on that post was terrible. He doesn't want to think about them, even though he knows he'll go back and read all of the other messages. Right now...he is interested in bracing one elbow against the bed and closing the distance between their lips. He's getting that kiss, even if he has to go the rest of the way for it, because whether he's trying to forget the network or not, they're allowed to be close like this, right? Atem wants to be close to him...just as much as Ryou wants to be close.]

Okay, okay...

[He murmurs it against Ryou's mouth, pushing him back down onto the pillow. The tendril around Ryou's waist tightens, an affectionate squeeze, and his hand goes to Ryou's stomach, sliding lightly and unhurriedly up it to Ryou's chest.

They're going to kiss, for now. Atem doesn't have to worry about the bite mark. It'll heal, and it's not his job to override what Ryou's asking for, to do what Atem thinks is best...he respects Ryou enough to listen to him, to give what he wants weight.]

[Yes, good...

Ryou knows...he'll get tired long before this gets too far. But it's been so long, he's been bedridden for the better part of a month already and he misses being able to react. So he can't help arching off the bed just a bit as he feels Atem's fingers skim along his solid skin.

He did work for this. He did earn it, and although his mind is in a haze, he can accept that much for now. He'll kiss Atem until he's breathless, his tail shifting from bright yellow to a softly pulsating blue as he coils it around Atem's side, below his shirt.

Ryou wants to stay alert. He wants to be awake...but the glow in his eyes is dimming, he's tired. So tired...he almost murmurs an apology when he has to break away from the kiss, but then he thinks better of it and instead says:]

Thank you...I'm always so happy with you...

Good.

[Ryou deserves every bit of happiness he gets. Everything he can snatch out of Ryslig's jaws, keep for himself, he should have...

...and then the power goes out. All the lights flicker off, the heater grinds to a halt, and from the living room, there's a confused lion-squeak.]

[When the lights go out, Ryou blinks a few times, his glowing eyes of some benefit, but they remain relatively dim, only glowing a little brighter out of surprise. His tail flickers back to yellow, and it's much brighter, like a snake wrapped around Atem's body.

It takes a moment, but it shifts back to blue again as Ryou tiredly sighs and wraps an arm around Atem's shoulders, gently pulling him in as close as possible.]

To hell with it. Don't need lights.

[He's gonna stay right here, not care what caused the lights to go out in their apartment, and spend time with the person he loves. Fuck this, fuck that, fuck everything. The only concession he will allow is if Tybolt moseys himself into the room with the indignance of an irritated housecat, but he rather doubts that'll be too much trouble.]

[Should he...?

Should he go? Atem wonders. Something's going on, that he doesn't know about, should he find out what, and if it needs to be fixed...?

Then, Ryou's arm wraps around him, and the light his tail is giving off goes back to a calming blue. He's pulled in, and doesn't fight it...his face tucks itself against Ryou's jaw, the tension leaves his body, and he settles in to stay.

If it's the lights, it's probably Lila. And Mukuro and Komaeda know that, too. They can handle it. They're better equipped than he is, especially right now.]

It'll be fine.

[He presses a kiss under Ryou's ear, breathing out a calm, contented sigh.

If Tybolt comes in, Atem will allow him up onto the bed, especially since Ryou seems too tired to kiss much more. Otherwise...this is where they'll stay.]

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