"Flame Thrower"

By: Enkidu

Summary: Sequel to Burned.

Rated: R

Pairing: Ryou + Malik

Warnings: Potty language, yaoi, lime, weirdness, OOC,

Ryou's POV

It's been too long... Malik was supposed to come back today. Did he? I don't even know. I've received no phone call, no letter, no email, no sign of life from him. Does he even care? Possibly not. Yesterday has left me in agony I woke up from this great dream only to find out I had only been making out with a figment of my imagination. Malik wasn't there. It was just me on my bed with melted ice cream and extreme bitterness.

My Yami had come in seconds after I had my oh-so marvelous breakdown. He held me quietly for a bit as he does on other occasions when I'm drowning in utter misery. I didn't complain. I needed him at that moment, and I was glad for his comfort. I love my Yami. I love him a lot. It's just not the same way I feel for Malik. It's more of a fraternal love than anything, and he recognizes this as well.

It's cold in here. That was a bit random, but it is! It's been so cold in Domino City since Malik left. Okay, maybe it's just the fact that we're in the middle of autumn, heading towards winter. Still...I'm trying to be symbolic. Then again, it could also be the fact that I have the window open. I know it isn't exactly safe to sleep with the window open, but I feel lonely and secluded if I sleep with it closed. I need the fresh air. I need some connection to the outside word, and this happens to be my only link, so I'm not about to cut myself off completely.

The bed is warm, though. Very warm and comfy. There's been a great deal of difficulty in falling asleep lately. Most nights I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling and counting how many little ceiling crunchies are in a single section. It's not exactly a great source of entertainment, but it does keep me occupied for quite a while. Tonight is no exception. I'm once again lying here, staring up at the ceiling, and have counted exactly 2,304 ceiling crunchies so far. Aren't I having fun?

The whole day has been like this. Hours of endless boredom as I struggle not to cry over a certain absent Egyptian who's currently the center of my resentment. After all those nice things I said about him, he doesn't even care to respond or tell me that he left. NO, he just gets up and leaves without a word, without 'Hey, Ryou, thanks for getting me off. I could have done it myself, but some things are more fun with another person.' I'm being overly bitter today. Can you blame me?

I just want him back. Even if he's going to ignore me or treat me like crap, I just want to see him again. At least it gives me the opportunity to smack him over the head with the nearest object for putting me through this personal little hell. Hm. I'm getting violent. Must be a product of my Yami's influence. That's alright; I don't mind. I need some way to take out all this frustration. So far, I've been taking it out on inanimate objects and that weird oversized rat that's been living in my basement. I took care of that thing with a baseball bat. Then promptly threw up all over myself because it was incredibly disgusting. I don't even want to think about it.

Sad part is that, that was the highlight of my week. Well, that and the fact that I found an onion ring in my fries the other day. I'm not one to enjoy fast food, let alone any "wonderful" concoction from McDonalds, but I'm desperate! I haven't had the urge to cook or do anything productive aside from making a little ass groove in my bed, couch, and chair. This is what my life has been reduced to. Nothing but me talking away in my subconscious about the one person in this world who doesn't deserve my time. Perhaps, I'm being too harsh. What if he has a suitable reason or excuse for his actions? What if he's saving little children from some burning building or rescuing a kitten from a tree? Wait a minute, Malik's not a fire fighter!

My thoughts don't even make sense anymore. That's a clear sign of the fact that I'm in desperate need of sleep. Not just any type of sleep, and most definitely not the type of sleep that inspires erotic dreams about certain people who lack the balls to tell other certain people when they are leaving for a trip to another continent. Ah, bitterness makes another return, and I can't believe I just thought the word 'balls'. I blame my Yami for this.

I mentally file away those other thoughts since I'm having too many thoughts, and I'm quite overloaded with thoughts. In fact I've thought the word 'thought' too many times in that one sentence. Yes, sleep good. Sleep very good. Will sleep now.

...Or so I planned. As can be seen by now, none of my plans ever works out. Even my spur-of-the-moment plans have VERY bad repercussions. I lie back in my nice, comfy, fluffy bed and close my eyes. Step one completed. Now, I wait...

I wait a long time. Nothing appears to be happening. So, naturally, I start counting sheep. It is amusing to see tiny, utterly adorable baby sheep running at full speed with their tiny infantile legs then brutally slamming into the fence. This goes on for a while, and I keep wondering why I'm thinking this, though I gather it might be a product of my exhaustion. The sheep are quickly replaced by camels-big camels. They don't even have to run; they just easily step over the fence and continue on their merry camel way. Hmm. there are camels in Egypt. Malik is in Egypt. Malik is riding on a camel. Malik is riding on a camel naked. Mmmm...

Gah! Stop that! At some point during my inner monologue about camels and ponderings about whether or not it would be painful to ride them naked, I've managed to completely drain my mind into a comatose state otherwise known as 'sleeping'. This is when my subconscious takes over and, with the aid of my over zealous hormones, manages to produce...creative dreams. Very creative if you ask me, but then again, what else can be expected with a Yami like mine who constantly likes to sneak in ideas into my head? Maybe that's where naked Malik on a camel came from!

Anyway, a long while after I've drifted off into this much needed sleep, the dreams have begun to dance their way into my mind, creating a big production of making their presence known. The current one seems particularly steamy since apparently I'm on a nice, soft surface and everything is bathed in darkness until only a dim light is shining from my window, causing me to narrow my eyes so I can attempt to see where I am. That doesn't seem to work, so I quickly give up and decide to accept the fact that my vision is temporarily disabled.

Something seems...off. I'm not sure what it is, but there is this odd tingle in the base of my spine that's slowly working its way upwards. I strain to hear in the darkness, getting the sudden feeling that somebody else is present in the room with me. I'm probably being paranoid, but I can't easily dismiss the faint breathing sounds and the shuffling of feet on my carpet. Hm. I wonder if I'm having that rapist dream again. Now, I can't help but tingle in excitement at that. Don't ask. I have very odd idea of what erotic is, and somehow the thought of being scared and screaming at the top of my lungs while being taken forcefully is oddly appealing... unless done by a grotesque criminal. Then it's just sickening.

I've gone off on a tangent and have forgotten the current problem at hand, which is WHO THE HELL IS IN HERE WITH ME?! Or... rather, is there someone else in here? Can't I just call it the wind? Wait, if I have learned anything from horror movies it is that it's NEVER the wind. It's always a creepy masked murderer who's out to kill the innocent victim for one reason or another. This thought worries me, and I contemplate making a run for it or simply remaining stark still in hopes of going unnoticed. Yes, that would be nice, and it seems to be the best idea at the moment. Another thing I've learned from horror movie is that whenever the innocent 'good' person always tries to make a run for it, they usually end up inappropriately tripping over themselves and allowing the murderer to catch them.

Then again, this isn't a movie. This is reality, and anything can happen. I'm overanalyzing the situation, which is something I tend to do when panic begins to rise in the back of my mind. Ah, but there is good reason to panic when the faint sounds of approaching footsteps reach my ears, and my heart is beating so loudly, I swear it's going to pop out of my chest. Maybe it's my Yami who's sneaking around, afraid to wake me up. Wait a minute, if it were my Yami, then he'd make all the noise he'd want. He's not the type to worry about other people's comfort and personal space.

Okay, so it's definitely established. There is a crazed rapist in my room with me. Joy. I don't know whether it would be appropriate to start screaming now or during the actual murdering/raping. I guess I'll have to go with instinct on this one, which entitles me right now to keep my mouth shut and wait for my paranoia to be proven wrong.

My mind seems to have frozen as the bed underneath me shifts around a bit. Correction, something is shifting around on my bed. Whatever it is, it's light but heavy if that makes any sense. I'm pretty sure it's human... at least I'm hoping it's human. I don't exactly want to reach my hands up and feel around only to find something furry and long-tailed with devil horns and beady red eyes. That would be bad. Very bad.

The 'thing' is moving farther over me, crawling on all fours, or so I like to think it only has four limbs for the comfort of my mind. It's gradually settled on top of me, staying still and making a good job of not causing too much noise or even making it's presence all that well-known. Now, I'm nervous, incredibly so. I try not to tremble, hyperventilate, make squeaky noises, or somehow vomit on myself, granted the ice cream in my stomach is just turning round and round like the spin cycle of washing machine.

It's hard to stay completely still when the 'thing' on top of me is so close to my face that I can hear its breathing and feel the warm air hit my face, and I'm ashamed to say, sending tingles down my spine. I don't know what it is, but there is something oddly erotic about this. Okay, I've reached the pinnacle of frustration from crazed sexual fantasies. How can I help it if the first thing that pops into my head is being taken very well right now, though I push down those thoughts since I'm still very much afraid.

The warm breath is coming closer, hitting my bottom lip and eliciting a small, barely unnoticeable shudder. My eyes are closed, so my other senses are heightened, and I can smell this figure so well. The scent of beach, cinnamon, and coffee beans reaches my nose, and I KNOW there is something incredibly familiar about it. Only one thing can come to mind.

Before I have any time to react, a pair of warm pliant lips have covered mine and are kissing me in the most delicious way I can imagine, and I mean delicious. It's the type of kiss that causes the pit of your stomach to be blanketed in warmth, your toes to curl, your breathing to hitch in your throat, your every nerve to be doused in fire, and every inch of your skin to be covered in tiny trembles until you want to orgasm from the mere kiss. This is not over-exaggeration. This 'thing' really is a good kisser. Okay, I should stop referring to it as a thing since it's most obviously a person, and judging from the feel of the lips, it's definitely a guy.

I can't help but find myself excited and growing aroused by the fact that I'm being kissed so well by this lean, possibly muscular guy, who I don't even know what he looks like. I deem him my ultimate fantasy guy, who lacks a solid identity or appearance, thus making him more mysterious and appealing. His body just barely brushes up against mine as the kiss turns from light to hungry and insistent in a matter of seconds, making me melt underneath him until I sink into the mattress. Unconsciously, my fingers coil around the bed sheets, and it's so hard to hold back any little noises or the pleasure-infused moan caught in my throat.

A small sigh drifts out of my nose, and though I'm not responding like an awake and alert participant, I do make little actions that I would otherwise do in a complete sleeping state. He doesn't seem to notice or react since he keeps devouring my lips with his heated, powerful kiss, turning my mind into a nice pile of mush. All I do is lie there and let him do with me as he pleases. I continue to internally battle with myself over whether or not this is a dream. It has to be! Last time it was a dream no matter how real it felt. I could swear this time it is since another shudder runs through my entire body as tiny tendril of this guy's long hair sweeps over my cheek.

I'm so confused. I don't know whether I should stop whatever this is or not. If it's real, then I beg it to keep going and consume my depression, cluttering my mind with so much pleasure and desire. If it's a fantasy then I pretty much want it to continue anyways. Yes, it is a dream. In reality, people just don't sneak in through windows and start making out with you. That's just. well, odd. So, naturally, like any justifiably horny teenager, I allow it to progress and squirm around happily as two strong, slightly calloused hands slide their way up my torso, pushing my shirt up and feeling along my abdomen. The touch is firm but soft, tickling and teasing me yet making their destination clear. The hands keep touching me, stroking me with a sensitivity I can't even begin to describe, and it becomes harder to keep quiet as so much intense desire is gushing through me and little noises are falling out of my mouth into his open mouth.

My tongue moves on its own volition, stroking and curling around his as we're both engulfed in this thorough, mind-encompassing kiss. I think I could die right now, because this has to be one of the best feelings in the world. Before I know it, my hands have dug themselves into my bed, and I'm arching high into the touch, begging him for more. I need this. I need him. I want him. I don't even know who he is, but he's managed to make me forget everything and cut the world off with just his kiss.

Then everything suddenly comes into a crashing halt as reality is bestowed upon me, and I start to realize... I am awake. I have to be. Yes, I am most definitely not sleeping because a voice reaches my ears, and it's so realistic and well... I just can't deny it. I'm pretty fucking awake.

The aforementioned voice said those few words that made us both stop in a sudden, creepy realization. "Ryou, are you awake?" the voice spoke in its smooth tenor.

My mind froze at that point. I recognized the voice. Of all voices for me to memorize this one is the most memorable and the most haunting. My eyes shoot open in horror, and I push the warm body off of mine, sending it sprawling to the floor as I sit up quickly. My breath is coming in quick pants, and I'm pretty sure my eyes are the size of saucers. I quickly dart my hand out and turn the lamp by my bed on, flinching at the sudden brightness as I struggle to peer at the figure who's standing up and fixing his clothes.

"Malik!?" I shriek in my frantic horror.

Now it's his turn to flinch as he tears his eyes away and stares at something interesting on my carpet. What could be so interesting about a stained carpet!?

"What are you doing here!?" I shriek yet again.

Isn't he supposed to be in Egypt riding naked camels!? Or... actually riding camels naked!? What's he doing in MY bedroom in the middle of the night, making out with me!? Have I suddenly entered that bizarre world from the Twilight Zone!? I am aware that I should probably be ranting this to him and not inside my head.

Anyways, he's shuffled around for a quite a while, most likely thinking of some sort of suitable answer to my question. I doubt there is any good answer to that question.

"Well...I thought this is what you wanted," he answers carefully, still refusing to meet my gaze.

This IS what I wanted, but not like this!! I wanted us to talk first and sort things out, not have you climb-I should say this out loud, shouldn't I!?

But the only thing I choke out is, "Wha...?"

He sighs deeply, raking a single tanned hand through his tossled hair. "Well, okay...before I left you ..well, you know what you did. and I was simply trying to return the favour."

My eyes widen again, and I blanche slightly. Is he out of his mind!? Second thought, look who I am talking to.

"How did you intend on doing that by breaking and entering into my house!?"

"I did not break in and enter," he corrects me. "You left the window open."

"That's not an invitation!!"

I've probably woken up the neighbours, who are most likely currently alerting the police, but I can't help overreact in a situation like this. It just infuriates me that he goes off without saying a word and then suddenly expects me to roll over and let him do as he pleases. Granted, I was enjoying it, and I DID do it to him once...

"I know, I know...it's just..," he pauses for a moment, seeming deep in thought. "Ryou, I want you. I've always wanted you."

Okay, maybe that's what I wished he would say right now, but in actuality, this is what he says. "Well, I know that, but... damn it, why'd you get me off in my sleep!? I mean, it felt good, REALLY good, but still! You don't just do that!! I figured you were into that type of thing, so I wanted to repay you because. well, like I said, it felt good, and... I wanted to. Am I making sense here?"

I take a few moments to clear my thoughts, even though there are really none. Everything seems to have shut down from the moment he opened his mouth, so I just stare at him blankly for a while. He takes this as a sign to continue babbling.

"Okay, Ryou, I have to be honest. I mean, I am really sorry for not telling you that I was leaving. I meant to, I really did, but every time I opened my mouth to tell you, nothing came out. I'd just get distracted by looking at you and going off on some fantastical sexual tangent and completely forget where I was. Then came that day that you just started touching me, and my mind just gave up on me that day... did you even know I was fantasizing about you? I know it's strange and completely irrational, but I really like you and-"

My mind reels at everything he's just confessed in that bizarre, overly rapid statement. I'm pretty sure he said he liked me, and I know I should be doing some sort of celebratory dance, but my feet are rooted to the ground. My thoughts have long since deserted me, so I am left to stare stupidly into his eyes, my mouth open like I'm some sort of fish. He's grown quiet too, and now he's just shuffling around again, occasionally kicking at an imaginary ball of lint.

One of us has to break the silence, and I know it has to be me so, naturally, the first things out of my mouth is, "..Oh." That's about all I could manage to say. Instead of breaking down and confessing my own obsession or throwing myself at him and instigating one of those romantic huggy-kissy embraces, I stand there and say a word that's only one syllable and doesn't even really mean anything.

I spend about two minutes blinking before he doubles over and starts laughing hysterically. Now, I'm no expert on the schematics of the human mind, but when someone starts laughing for no apparent reason, I'm pretty sure this is considered insane and irrational behaviour. I'm not about to stop him, but why the heck is he laughing!? He clutches his stomach and closes his eyes, backing up against my bed.

I can't take it anymore. Against my better judgement, I have to ask. "What's the matter with you?"

He cracks his eyes open, leaving two shimmering, dilated lavender eyes to gaze at me. His laughter dies, and all that is left is this beautiful radiant smile I don't think I've ever seen on his face. The whole scene feels surreal, and I contemplate whether or not this is some twisted dream.

"Ryou," he begins slowly, saying my name in that yummy, husky voice of his that sends a tingle down my spine, "I just realized I'm the biggest idiot in the world. I mean, I've liked you since I first met you, and I've never even bothered to make that known because I was so afraid of being rejected. Yet, you come along and take the initiative by engaging in human curiosity and giving me a very nice, well-appreciated hand job. Instead of thanking you like I should have, I left the country... You were all I thought about while I was away, all I dreamt about, all I wanted... and you know what the one and only things that springs to my mind in how I plan to tell you how greatly I reciprocate your feelings?"

All I do is blink, interested in where this is going.

He takes in a deep breath before continuing. "Of all overly romantic, novel- esque ways to tell you how I feel, I settle for 'hey, let me give him a hand job in return!' Granted, this wasn't the most intelligent of my ideas, and oddly enough, not the stupidest one, but it is quite stupid. I mean, I could have given you flowers, taken you out to dinner, wrote a love letter, bought you a present that meant something, surprised you with a deep kiss. There's so much I could have done, yet here I am, thinking with my stupid dick and-"

At some point during his monologue, I began to tune out his incessant rambling, focusing more on those very nice, warm lips and remembering the kiss he had given me earlier. From there, things in my body rapidly escalated into a pleasant reminder of how hot and horny I was a few minutes ago, and how Malik wants me too... so, my feet move me until I'm right in front of him, cutting off his words with my own kiss. Hey, my yami always said I should take initiative, and unless I plan on standing here and listening to Malik apologize all night, I'm damn well going to take advantage of the fact that we're both physically present and definitely willing to explore.

Okay, maybe everything isn't going as planned because he just stiffened in front of me and isn't responding like I'd hoped he would. Did I misunderstand something? I thought he felt the same way!! Why is he so damn complicated!? Oh, nutbunnies... I pull my lips from his and stare up into his eyes questioningly. He looks at me like some sort of confused kitten who just got kicked off the bed and doesn't really know why.

"Mew?"

Erm. at least that's what I thought he said the first time. In actuality, he said, "Erm. Ryou?"

"Yes?" I respond weakly, surprised I'm still able to speak after everything that has transpired.

"Do you forgive me?"

I feel like hitting the idiot over his head. "Of course I forgive you! I like you too much to let something little like that get in between us." So I forget to mention how much turmoil and lack of sleep his absence had caused me, but no need to worry the boy. I think we've both had enough frustration, and it's not like he didn't suffer as well.

He smiles at me again before cupping my cheeks and pressing one of those mind-numbing kisses to my lips. "Next time, hand job while I'm awake," he whispers against my lips. I can't help but chuckle at that statement.

"Okay, but same goes for you."

"Fair enough. So what now?"

"Now," I begin, a small grin forming in my lips as I start leading us towards my bed, "you show me what we did in your fantasy."

He gets this hungry, feral look, and I feel all the air rush out of me as I'm pushed backward onto the bed, landing in the soft cushion and staring up into those consuming eyes of his. The last thought I have before I am reduced to mass of screaming, panting, and trembling nerves is that this has to be a dream. Nothing in my entire knowledge of reality can feel this good.

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Ringing. Annoying, horrible, god-awful ringing. It thrums through my ear drums and pierces the most delicate nerves in my brain, making me wince. I really hate my alarm clock. The thing sounds like some sort of horny cat on a sugar-high. I knock the thing off my desk as annoyed and irritated as I can.

I hate this part. I hate the morning, when sunlight comes, and I am forced to face reality- evil, cruel reality. Damn it all! It was another stupid dream. I could already feel the horrible sunlight pricking the back of my eyelids, intensifying the pain of the fact that once again I am alone and doused in my own sexual fluids. Lovely. How fucking lovely.

I know I'm being cynical, but it's really hard to wake up to nothing but my own insane remnants of the wonderful dreams I've had. The morning is like having my fantasies painfully ripped out of my mind and replaced by some less than adequate vision of what life is really like. Oh, I'm just bitter right now. Don't mind me. For once in my life, I think I'm going to get coffee.

With an annoyed sigh, I sit up, ignoring the horrible pain radiating from certain parts of my body, and I throw the covers off rapidly. My eyes are only open half way, exposing half the world to me, so that it's at least slightly tolerable for the time being. Contemplating how it is I'm going to get up with this unusual soreness, a part of me takes note that though I went to sleep with clothes on, I am currently very naked. How odd.

Before I can ponder that any further, a tanned arm has snaked its way out from under my covers and latched around my upper body, pulling me back down to the bed. I'm not given time to protest the action as a very familiar and VERY naked Egyptian boy has latched onto my body, glomping onto me like some stuffed animal. His lean muscles do a good job of keeping me effectively trapped into his embrace as he snuggles up to me, nuzzling my head with his own and tangling our legs together, soft murmurs falling from his parted lips.

I want to scream for joy! Okay, maybe not scream, but I'm happy!! I have a Malik attached to me!! How many guys get to wake up with their very own Malik attached to them!? Not many! But here I am!! A lovely, nice little Malik of my own, all cuddled up with me and sleeping like a baby. Might I add, he looks so adorable right now. His face looks so smooth and relaxed, and there is a small curve of a smile on his lips. How could anyone not jerk this boy off in his sleep?

Oh, well. he's here with me in my bed, and that's all that matters. I close my eyes as well, moving as close as I can to him, letting his scent trail into my nose. I was wrong before, this right here is the best feeling in the world... being locked with the one you love in a post-coital embrace.

Wait. Love? I blink. Could it be...

I think that's worth finding out. Oh well. No more thinking for me. I'm just going to fall back asleep and dream about...well, what I pretty much am doing right now. Ooh! Or of Malik being my nice little bondage slave! Always a favourite!

-The End-

Tee hee! I hope you like! I finished this at 2:22 a.m. so I'm not sure how much of it makes sense. Anywho, I hope everyone enjoy it and please read and review!! Am desperate!! I gave you all a happy ending!! Least you could do is repay me!! Please!! Oi, I need sleep. Goodnight.

Special thankies to Pepita-chan for beta-ing this fic!