(A/N:) The most words out of all the chapters XD And it's the last one. (*hides*) Bakura's tone changes a tiny bit, you may notice. The fact that Marik slept with him the night before may have affected him and his course of thoughts.

Rape.

It's such an ugly word.

But was I really not willing?

I glance at the sleeping Egyptian beside me. His chest rises and falls with each breath, and I can hear his breaths escape loudly through his nose. He's kicked off the bed sheets, nearly leaving himself completely naked. Every now and then he'll mutter in his sleep.

Moron.

I hug my knees and stare at the wall. I can't sleep, no matter what I try. What happened about an hour ago is too much.

Rape.

I resisted.

Rape.

But then I stopped.

Rape.

Because I knew it was pointless.

Rape.

Even if I kept struggling he would've screwed me anyway. The result would have been the same.

Rape.

I moaned.

I screamed.

He made me say his name.

He said mine.

Rape.

It isn't rape if the person is willing, they say.

It is if they aren't.

But I don't know.

I don't know I don't know Idon'tknowIdon'tknowIdon'tknow.

I hate him.

But just now...I don't know.

Fuck, this is why I broke up with him. I hated him for sleeping with Malik. I hated Malik for sleeping with him. This is why I broke up with him.

To get away.

To not have to deal with...this.

These...feelings.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckity-fuck-fuck.

I'm so damn confused. I don't want to see him anymore.

But I can't leave.

This is my house. Mine and Ryo's, I mean. And there's nowhere for me to go, anyway.

It always comes back to me—this confusion. These mixed feelings.

Why?

Why why whywhywhywhy?

I hate this.

I hate him.

...But I love what he does to me.

His hothot touch and hothot kisses. His way of seducing me and his way of pissing me off. His way of making up to me and his way of screwing me.

Damn it.

It's not rape.

I wanted him to fuck me.

I missed him.

I missed him sosososo much.

I needed him. I wanted him.

But I couldn't tell him that. I couldn't show him that—but I did. I did show him.

I moaned for him. I screamed for him. I begged for him.

I said his name. He said mine.

Oh, fuck me. I'm such a bastard.

I hate this.

I hate him for making me love him like this. I hate him for making me love him in this way.

But I can't go back. I just can't.

This cycle...It'll happen again—somehow.

I can't go back to him. I just can't.

I don't want to.

"Bakura! Hey, Bakura, wake up!"

I'm literally shaken awake by someone, and I groan and rub my eyes. I look up and squint, the blurry image coming together to show Ryo standing above me.

"Wake up, sleepy head. It's twelve in the afternoon already," he says cheerfully. I'm not too cheerful myself.

I groan and sit up, kicking the sheets off myself. I wince a bit at the sudden pain in my lower back. A small squeak of surprise is heard next to me, and I look over to see Ryo's eyes wide as saucers and cheeks tomato red. I then realize I'm fully naked.

I also realize Marik's not here.

I stare at Ryo, waiting for some other response than the awkward silence. He knows I usually sleep in just my boxers, so I know he didn't question before waking me up why I was naked from the waist up. Ryo finally realizes he's staring, then shuts his eyes and quickly turns around.

"I-I'm sorr—Wah!"

I grab his arm and pull him into my lap. He's blushing like mad now, and I can tell how embarrassed he is. He can be such a cute little thing.

Ryo's stuttering incoherently, not able to make a single comprehensible sentence. I make a small sneer of amusement.

"I-I-I-I-I-B-B-Ba-k-k-k-kur—Mmph!"

I kiss him. I do it to tease him. I do it to amuse myself. I do it to keep him stuttering and blushing and amusing for the next few days or weeks.

Too bad I didn't know Marik didn't actually leave the house.

I hear something drop and shatter. Both Ryo and I look up and see Marik standing at the doorway, with shattered pieces of a glass and water pooled at his feet. My eyes are the ones wide as saucers this time.

"Ma…," I croak out. Ryo immediately gets off of me and dashes out of the room, careful to jump over the shattered bits on the floor to avoid injuring himself. Marik allows him through.

I stare at him, not sure of what to say. His expression is blank, and I can't tell what he's thinking at all. I just know I'm in trouble.

"Marik, I…," I start to say. But no other words come out of my mouth.

He's silent. That's not a good thing. That's never a good thing. He simply bends over to pick up the shattered glass, and I simply watch every move he makes.

I bite my lip. Fuck, he's mad. I know he's mad. Wait…What is he mad about? We're not even dating anymore! So what if I kissed Ryo? It's all in fun, right? So what the hell does he have the right to be mad about?

Wait. I pause my thoughts. Maybe…Maybe he's feeling the same way when I found out. When I found out he slept with Malik. But…that's worse! Sleeping with someone else is so much worse than just a kiss! So he has no right to be angry…right?

I look over the side of the bed and grab my boxers that are thankfully within reach, and slip them on. I get off the bed and start helping Marik pick up the glass. Both of us stay silent.

There are a lot of pieces for just a regular-sized glass. The floor is wet too because of the water that was previously in it. All the pieces are spread and shattered, and considering I have carpet, there will probably be small, overlooked pieces that I find later embedded in the material.

"Fuck!" I suddenly yelp. My bottom lands on the floor as I fall back, and I drop all the pieces I had picked up. I land where there's no glass, fortunately. I lift my foot and see a shard implanted into my skin. Fuck, it hurts.

I try to pull it out, but a sharp pain shoots up through my foot and leg. I hiss in pain, but continue trying to pull it out anyway. Fuck, it hurts!

Out of nowhere, a tan hand grabs my hand that's trying to pull the shard out. I look up at Marik with a puzzled expression, and he stares back into my eyes, expressionless.

I open my mouth to ask what he's doing, but our lips suddenly collide thanks to Marik. I'm too surprised to do anything, especially when his tongue starts invading my mouth.

…What the fuck? I thought he was mad. Why is he—

"Oh Gods…," I mutter as he moves his lips to my neck and starts biting and licking at it. I moan and throw my head back, giving him better access. His teeth graze over my skin, sending all sorts of sensations throughout my body. I then realize he's been teasing this entire time when his teeth pierce my skin, letting my ruby red liquid flow out into his mouth.

"F-fuck…," I gasp out. I thrash my head around, Marik not letting go of my neck. Eventually the bleeding stops, he lets go and I'm able to push him away successfully.

I scramble to the other end of the bed, panting and staring at him with hazy eyes. He makes a tiny smirk and holds up a bloodied shard. My eyes widen and my gaze shifts over to my foot. So, that's why he molested me with his mouth. He was distracting me from the pain. Smart. My foot is still bleeding, though.

I look up again, and Marik is gone. Where did he…?

He comes back in with a first aid kit and shuts the door behind him. Oh.

Marik comes over and sits on the bed, opening the kit. Aside, he has a wet towel and uses it to wipe the blood and stop the little bleeding from my foot. I'm rigid. He takes out some alcohol and cotton, and I brace myself for the stinging pain about to come.

I hiss as the alcohol-drenched cotton meets the cut on my foot, but don't say or do anything else. Marik goes about his actions expressionless. I'm seriously wondering what he's thinking right now—his eyes are seemingly vapid.

He finally bandages my foot completely, closes the kit, and sets it aside on the nightstand. I stare at him, waiting for his next move. He's only looking down at the kit, still expressionless and emotionless.

I open my mouth to try and say something, then close it. Then I whisper, "…Thank you."

Marik looks up at me, and I flinch a bit. It looks like he's gazing at my face at first, but I then realize he's staring at my neck when his hand reaches up to touch where he drew blood. I flinch again and my breath catches as his fingers ghost over the punctures.

"This might get infected," Marik suddenly says.

I blink a few times before responding. "Y-you didn't do it too deep…" Damn, I'm stuttering.

"It doesn't matter," he replies. His fingers continue to stroke the skin there, and I'm leaning into the touch. The skin there has become more sensitive because of the wound. It feels so good.

Damn. I'm being submissive, aren't I.

Statement, not a question.

I continue to lean into his touch. Our noses are touching, now. I'm so close. Sososo close. He's so close too. My eyes are half-lidded and hazed over, and his eyes seem to be that way too. I let go of all inhibitions and crash my lips onto his. I pull him backwards—towards me, by his shirt, so that he tumbles on top of me and continues the heated and tongue-filled kiss. I gasp when I feel his knee press up against the growing problem between my legs.

I forget the fact that I hate him.

I forget the fact that he probably hates me now too.

I forget the fact that after this, nothing will probably change.

We will still both be single for the time being.

We will still be the same as it was before last night.

I will still feel this hatred, and the feeling may become mutual with Marik after a while.

Maybe he will still feel the same after we had broke up, and before all this shit happened—who knows.

But no matter what, nothing will really change.

Nothing will truly go back to the way it used to be.

And there's no one to really blame but ourselves for being such lying, cheating, conceited, sex-addicted bastards.

Only Hate: End.

(A/N:) Thank you everyone for all your reviews, and thank you for sticking with me to the end with this. XD (Even though it was only five chapters...) I hope you enjoyed it throughout!