"My Son's Boyfriend"

By: Enkidu

Summary: Told in Ryou's father's POV. Just a weird ficcie about how Ryou's father feels about Ryou's relationship with Malik.

Pairings: Malik+Ryou/ Ryou+Malik

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Yaoi. Weirdness. Humour. Fluff. OOC??

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Ryou's Father's POV

Malik Ishtar. He's every gay boy's father's nightmare.

When I left Ryou for that expedition about a year ago, my son was still nice, sweet, innocent Ryou. He was the Ryou who dressed fully clothed in sweaters and casual clothing. He was the Ryou who had no piercings, dyed hair, or any sort of rebellious aspects in his personality or wardrobe. He was the Ryou who told me everything he did and always came to me with his problems. He would confide in me all of his secrets, dreams, feelings.

I mean, sure, you could imagine my surprise when Ryou, at age thirteen, approached me and told me he had brushed hands with this nice boy at school and felt that spark one generally associates with a crush. Yes, I accepted it. My son is gay, and that didn't bother me because he was always too shy to ask anyone out, and the only people that did flirt with him were school girls. I was glad that the general population of boys at that age hadn't figured out their preferences yet.

I also knew I never had to worry about sex when it came to Ryou. I had explained the entire thing to him when he was young, even answering all of his curious little questions and making sure he understood it all. Then, of course, I had to re-explain the entire thing when he told me he liked boys. I have to admit that was odd because my own knowledge of gay sex was very minimal. I did get him a book about it, though, and it even included pictures. This was all because I trusted Ryou, and I knew he wasn't going to use the information to find the nearest boy and have sex. It was simply things he needed to know once he found the right man, which I perceived to be when he was in his thirties and with a career.

It's not like I had to worry about his friends, either. I knew all of them, and they didn't appear to be gay nor did they appear to be bad kids at all. There was the blonde one who was just a tad rambunctious and vulgar, with a rather unclean vocabulary and a sloppy form of attire. There was the tall brunet with a bizarre haircut and ears that stuck out. His vocabulary was just as bad as.. Jounouchi's, is it? Well, though those two seemed to be awfully close (maybe boyfriends), they didn't appear to be bad influences on Ryou, and their matter of speech never filtered into Ryou's at all. There was the girl who Ryou had admitted he found just a bit annoying, but he rarely paid attention to her. Even then, she didn't come off as a harlot of any sort. Then, there was the little one that I perceived to be a midget of sorts who had strange multi-coloured hair and an obsession with games. In fact, even his name is 'game'... Unusual, huh?

Well, like I said, there was nothing to worry about. Keyword in that sentence: was. I never had any cause to worry before I left on that expedition, but when I came back, I had every cause to worry. It was all wrapped up in the form of the teenager named Malik. I never met a boy I disliked more...

I remember the day I met him. Yes, I remember it clearly. It was the day after I came back from Egypt, and I was calmly sitting in my study, reading a book. I hadn't noticed anything unusual about Ryou since I got back, so I assumed everything was just as I left it. Then, of course, the door bell rang, and I had to answer it because Ryou was busy upstairs in his room studying.

Upon opening the door, I came face to face with 'him'. He was standing in a position that bled confidence, one hand on his hip and his weight leaned on one side. His effeminate stance was also one of the first clear signs of his sexuality, as if the short-cropped shirt that exposed a pierced navel didn't give it away. My eyes strayed up the serpentine body of this youth, taking in every possible clue as to what type of person he could be. Already his form of dress was setting alarms off in my head, as I glanced up from the black combat boots to the extremely low-riding black cargo pants, the gold jewelry that littered his arms, neck, and ears, and finally, the white hooded, sleeveless, belly button-exposing shirt. Then there was his natural appearance... shoulder-length bleach blond hair, dark- tanned skin, and those eyes... His eyes really made me uncomfortable.

To summarize the above, the boy was dressed like a man-slut, and he looked like he wanted to rape something ..or someone. Everything about him exuded some eerie mixture of confidence and danger. He was definitely a strange one since, from the moment I opened the door, he hadn't said anything... He just stared with those bulbous light purple eyes that somehow almost lacked pupils.

From that moment on, I loathed the boy... for obvious reasons, of course. It was clear to me and probably most of Japan that the boy was anything but innocent and definitely not a virgin. This led me to believe that his main involvement with my son was to get him into bed. I could see that hungry, lustful look in his eyes and the prowling demeanor in which he had adapted into his casual form of movement.

I trusted Ryou, though. I trusted Ryou enough to keep away from this possibly psychotic and perverted creep. Actually... I wanted to trust Ryou.. I really did. My trust in my own son fled the second Ryou went scrambling down the stairs and greeted Malik with kind, ecstatic eyes. "Malik!" he had said in a manner of one who had been longing to see a temporary absent lover.

I knew I had already lost Ryou to that frea-I mean, Malik. I could see it in the way he acted around the Egyptian boy. He would cling to his arm, surreptitiously running his hands over the lean muscles that composed Malik's body. He would spend far too much time staring at him or watching him, drinking in every word that came out of the Egyptian boy's mouth with an addicted gleam in his eyes. Now, I may not be gay myself nor may I understand the thought patterns of the gay people, but one thing common among all humans is that they're all attracted to something. This led me to conclude that if I was a gay teenage boy, and there was someone I had to be attracted to, Malik would definitely be that someone. Conclusively, being the father of a gay teenage boy, I would definitely dislike Malik with a passion.

He was everything Ryou was not. He was blunt, bold, outspoken, wild, crazy, odd, unruly, curt, and the adjectives go on. It's not so much that he was vulgar or rude.. at least not in my presence. It was just the way that he carried himself, like he knew that he was good-looking and used it to every advantage to use Ryou to do his bidding. He had my son wrapped around his little finger, making him go against my commands and corrupting the poor youth.

Ryou was too passion blind to ever see or notice that he had surrendered his innocence just to do whatever Malik wanted of him, including breaking every rule I set for him. Suddenly, my son was dressing in clothes which were a little on the provocative side, staying out late at night, and sneaking out, presumably to see Malik. Instead of holding that clueless, naive look in his eyes, now he held a furtive look that disturbed me to no ends. Then there was the fact that nearly everything between him and Malik was kept away from me, like what they did on dates or where they went.

Things were changing rather rapidly for my taste, and my once-innocent son was being tainted. In fact, my hair was nearly blanched to the tips when I found my son's little "toy" hidden under his bed while cleaning. I never brought it up, but I knew what it was for. He was preparing himself, and his curiosity was pursuing him do things such as this. It didn't stop there... There were other things that were really starting to tick me off. I'd walk into my house and find my son liplocked with that animal on the couch. This happened quite a lot, and each time, Malik's hands always found their way closer to Ryou's pants.

It bothered me even more that Ryou would go out of his way to make Malik happy or impress him. He'd spend hours baking. He'd draw entire mangas. He'd set up picnics. He'd even give the Egyptian back rubs... which Malik liked a little too much for my preference.

Yes, I was annoyed. I was even a little upset. Malik... well, he was taking my only son- my innocent son- away from me. He was changing the boy and molding him into something of his own liking. He was corrupting the boy into becoming something like him... What else could I really expect from a boy who had no parents and practically raised himself? Should I be impressed that he didn't wind up as messed up and sordid as other criminals? No. I still didn't like him.

What could I do, though? How could I stop Ryou from seeing him? How could I deny my own son the thing he wanted the most, even if that thing wasn't good for him at all? How could I tell him he had to stop seeing Malik? It's not like I even had a good reason for it, either. For all intents and purposes, Malik was fairly harmless... He was just an oversexed creature, but it's not as if he ever hurt Ryou or even said anything unkind. He was always quite pleasant to everyone, and he never got into any trouble with the law.

Sadly, I could never deny my son anything he wanted that badly. Sure, Ryou would try to reassure me that he and Malik weren't doing anything bad like having sex. He would constantly reiterate that Malik was quite the gentleman and never pressured him into doing anything he didn't want to do, nor was he dating Ryou just to get him into bed. These things I couldn't see, and I still didn't trust Malik.

Also, despite what Ryou said about waiting to have sex, I knew that day I saw him come back home late at night from their little trip to the beach that Malik did finally end up devirginizing the boy. Ryou had an after-sex glow that could be seen from ten miles away and a silly little grin tugging at his lips, which meant he obviously enjoyed it. It was then that I realized I had lost, and Malik had won. He had gotten what he finally wanted, and he had truly taken my son from me in all senses of the word.

As for me, I had to force myself to let go and let Ryou grow up and make his own decisions. I had to trust him again, and if he truly thought Malik was the one for him, then I would have to give my blessing. I never truly accepted Malik or even understood what my son saw under that pretty face, but I allowed him to keep seeing the Egyptian and even tolerated the boy for Ryou's sake.

That is why, today, I have my arm linked around Ryou's, slowly marching him down the aisle. I didn't approve of him marrying at the young age of eighteen, but the way his eyes lit up when he told me Malik had proposed to him... I couldn't bear crushing his heart. Looking across the aisle at Malik, even I had to concede that the Egyptian boy loved my son with all his heart. Those eyes that once had sent chills down my spine were now warm and even watery with unshed tears.

Look at that, he does have pupils... Ahem, anyway, these are the last steps I have to take to completely deliver my son into the arms of the Egyptian boy. This is the last time I can ever think of him as my little, innocent boy. Even my eyes are starting to get teary, remembering holding his little hand and helping him to walk, or when I used to tell him all about my exploits in Egypt and his eyes would grow wide in wonder.

How ironic that his huge interest in Egypt would lead him to actually fall in love with someone from there. Well, actually, I should have expected this. He always did point to the people in Egyptian drawings and remark how pretty they are.

I finally lead him all the way down the aisle and hand him over to Malik, but not before exchanging a look with the Egyptian boy that clearly told him 'If you bring any harm to my son, I'll have you castrated'. To which, he replied with his own look that said 'I wouldn't dare do anything to hurt Ryou'. And you know what? I believe him.

After I took my seat, I resisted the urge to heave out a heavy sigh once I finally actually paid attention to what the Egyptian idiot was wearing. Even on his wedding day, he couldn't resist showing his navel, though I'm surprised he bothered with wearing clothes at all, let alone a suit. It's just, he went with a rather un-traditional purple button down shirt and no tie on at all. I think he only buttoned two buttons in the center and left his stomach and the top part of his chest exposed. Some things never change...

"Don't they look good together?" I hear my sister whisper.

Looking at both of them standing there together, I nod. They do look good together. They somehow balance each other out.

I still dislike Malik, though... He divirginized my son!!

...And yet, now, he's my son-in-law.

...I really hope they serve liquor at the wedding reception...

The End

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Okay, this was more fluffy than humourous, but I couldn't help it!! I'm in such a fluffy mood right now. It's rather sickening. Anywho, review!! Please! It's a bit different, but nobody ever writes from this guy's POV, and I'm working on other strange POV's to write from.

Special thanks to Pepita-chan for beta-ing !