Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Hostile Takeover ❯ Our Forbidden Fruit, Our Forbidden Love ( Chapter 7 )

WARNING: MARIK / BAKURA SHOUENEN-AI HERE. mmmmmmmm…….touchy-feely yamis.

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Our Forbidden Fruit, Our Forbidden Love

Marik walked in the door and yawned. Aria squealed loudly and hooked her arms and legs

around Marik's leg. She rest her chin on his leg. "Hello, Daddy Mawik! Did you have a good day at work?"

Marik sighed and removed his jacket. "Yeah..Let me see if you grew any today, Ms. Itemri."

Marik picked her up and held her under her arms. "I think you're growing by the foot! You're

getting so big, my little chibi Bakura!" Marik covered the little girl's face with kisses. She squealed

happily and reached out for Marik's face. She buried her hand in his hair and eventually her arms

were buried in his hair as well. She covered his face in kisses and giggled. Marik put her down and

staggered to the couch. He fell back on the couch taking a deep breath.

"Daddy?" Aten said approaching him quietly cuddling his toy monkey. Aten put the toy monkey on

Marik's lap. Aten picked up Marik's arm and wrapped it around the monkey. "My money mits you

today, daddy. He was tad wonnering where you doe."

Marik smiled and brought Aten to his chest. The little boy straddled Marik's waist. Aten wrapped his arms

around his daddy's neck and nuzzled into his chest. "I mits you, daddy."

Marik buried his face in his child's neck. "I missed you, too, son. My little Aten."

Aten let out a contented sigh. "I wuff my daddy."

Marik smiled. This made his job worth it. He was growing disenchanted with his job in the photo shop.

Coming home and cuddling his little boy made his day much better.

Malik came out of the kitchen. "Dinner's ready, yami!"

"Hungry, Aten?"

Aten nodded. "Mommy Mawik ted he mace me tomtin peckial for my sack affer tinner."

Malik called up to Ryou and Bakura upstairs. Marik put Aria and Aten on their high chairs."

"Aten and Aria are going to Seto's tomorrow night."

"Yeah! Unkie Seto!" Aten clapped. "I tan tee Aiden!"

"Yeah! Unkie Seto!" Aria squealed. "I can steal more M's!"

Marik cut up Aria's pork and gave her some rice. Marik shredded some meat for his son and gave

him a spoonful of rice.

Malik turned to Marik. "Ryou had a hard day today. He shoved Bakura and cried his little heart out

on the floor."

Ryou and Bakura came into the kitchen. Ryou looked like he woke up from a nap. Ryou walked up to

Marik and wrapped his arms around Marik's waist, nuzzling into his chest softly.

"I'm glad you're home, Marik," Ryou said quietly. Marik wound his arm around Ryou. It was best not to

ask Ryou what made him cry. It would be the same reason as the last time. Malik served everyone their

dinner and pat Ryou on the back. "Let's eat dinner, Ryou. You'll feel better."

Bakura leaned over to Ryou. "You're hungry, Ryou. Come eat," the yami said leading Ryou to the table.

Ryou ate slowly.

"How was school today?" Marik asked taking a forkful of pork and shoveling it into his mouth.

"We cuddered today and Wobbie and I payed wif de bocks aden."

"What did you color?"

"We cuddered a bat and a bear. And we had Anzu come in with balloons! It was scary, but I got a

balloon that Unkie Puppy really likes."

Bakura took a slab of pork and put it on his plate. Malik always cooked Bakura's meat so there was

still a hint of red. Bakura snickered. "The last thing I need to think about during dinner is Joey being

poked in the ass with a balloon shaped like something dirty."

Malik nodded. "How was work, yami?"

"The Oldfield family came in again. I think I need an aspiring after dinner. They come in every week,

yelling and complaining! The kids scream and yell and curse and kick! And the parents do nothing but

humiliate me saying I can't control their kids! They need to control their own damn kids."

"Why do they come in every week?"

"To personally make my afterlife a living nightmare," Marik sighed.

Ryou looked up at the yami. "I appreciate what you are doing, Marik."

Marik shrugged. "You and Aten need medication. We need food on our table. Isis' money only pays

for utilities, mortgage, and a few groceries. We couldn't afford your medicine any other way."

Ryou nodded. "I know. That's why I'm thanking you."

Marik smiled. "No problem."

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When dinner was done, Marik, Malik, and Bakura cleaned up the dishes. Ryou went into the living

room to play with the chibis.

Aten was clapping his hands along with his toy monkey. "Come on, Money! Cap you ands!" He

pulled on the string and the monkey clanged his cymbals together. Aten began to squeal and cuddle

the monkey and sing. "Rock-a-bye money, on the tee-top. En de win bows, de caddle will wock.

En de bow bakes, de caddle will faw. And down will tome money caddle and all!" Aten smiled and

nuzzled the monkey. "I wuff my money."

Ryou smiled and Aria playfully growled. She darted for Ryou's arm and tried to make it submit by

wrestling the arm to the ground.

In the kitchen, Bakura washed down the table. Marik leaned against the sink in the kitchen and turned

to his hikari.

"So, what caused Ryou's outburst today?"

"We don't know. I just felt anger and a jolt of sadness. When I checked him out, he pushed me against

the banister. I don't know where he was before that," Bakura said.

Marik nodded. "I think we all need to spend time with Ryou."

"Well, Marik, you come home and you can cuddle with him and we'll---."

"No, Itemri, I think we need to spend some quality time-together."

Malik nodded. "It may be the best way. We haven't had time with all four of us in a long time."

Bakura dropped the dish towel. "Ishtar, I thought we discussed this before your wedding."

"Bakura, I can't deny my feelings for you. I didn't want our relationship to change because I married

Malik."

I thought we had decided to remain with our hikaris. you and I are both married. this isn't the desert

back in Egypt."

Marik lifted a hand and stroked Bakura's cheek softly. "I still love you as deeply as when we were

back in Egypt, Itemri. You know, it's ok to love more than one person. My father had 4 wives. My

mother was his third wife."

"This is modern times, Marik!"

"Yeah and technically our bodies should be nothing but dust. Bakura, I still love you. Can you honestly

say you have no feelings for me anymore?"

Purple eyes met brown pools flooding with crystal-clear tears. "Look me in the eyes, Bakura Osiris Itemri…

and tell me you feel nothing for me anymore."

Bakura stepped back. "I…" Bakura left the kitchen and ran up the stairs. Marik head dropped and he

crossed his arms in front of him. Malik hugged his yami.

"Why does he deny his feelings?"

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Bakura ran into his bedroom. his body leaned against he door. 'I do love you, Ishtar…like I love Ryou.

It isn't wrong for me to love them both. I couldn't tell Marik I didn't love him. I love him. So why do I

feel guilty for loving both of them?"

Bakura ran fingers through his hair and massaged his scalp. "I need a shower to think things over."

Bakura stripped. The kids had to get into the tub in thirty minutes. He had plenty of time. he grabbed a

towel and washcloth and stepped into the shower.

He turned the hot water on and moaned as the hot water hit his skin. It felt good to have the moist heat

hit him and relax his muscles. He stuck his head under the hot water and watched as the spiky locks

slowly dropped from being saturated. Bakura took some shampoo and lathered his hair. He wet the

washcloth and lathered it up with some lilac-scented soap. Behind his closed eyes, his mind flashed

images of watching Marik and Ryou together. Ryou was under Marik's sweaty body panting and

begging for Marik to take him. Marik brought Ryou into a passionate kiss as Marik entered Ryou slowly.

He watched Marik and Ryou make love sweetly, both of them kissing and petting each other. Bakura

opened his eyes to see his hand wrapped around himself at the thought of watching the two people he

loved more than anything in the world make love. Bakura removed his hand, seeing himself completely

aroused by the situation. Bakura's hand moved up to brush his chest lightly when he didn't see the

door to the bathroom open and close silently.

The intruder smiled, having noticed that her entrance was not immediately apparent. Bakura ran the soap

covered washcloth over his chest and shoulders. The little intruder crept quietly to the bathtub and

gripped onto her prized possession. Bakura moved the washcloth down to wash his back. Bakura

lifted a leg on the shower to wash it. The intruder giggled and took the pink balloon and poked

Bakura right in the ass with it! Bakura dropped the soap, turned around, slipped on the soap and

fell back in the tub, hitting his head on the faucet of the shower!

The intruder let out a high-pitched squeal. "I POKED DADDY IN THE BUTT WITH MY BALLOON! SQUEE!"

Bakura rubbed the back of his head and opened a foggy eye to see his current position. He was on

his back with one leg dangling out of the bathtub and the other leg against the wall. Much to his

embarressment, he was still aroused by his thought of Marik and Ryou. But, much to his relief,

Aria was too young to understand. She was accustomed to seeing Bakura naked in bed with Ryou

and at her age, it didn't make any difference. His little daughter was laughing and jumping by the bathtub.

"OO! Daddy play swords with me!" Aria squealed as she slammed the balloon against Bakura's inner thigh.

"OW! ARIA! STOP IT!"

Aria squealed again and whacked Bakura's manhood with the rubber balloon. Bakura let out a whimper

r as the rubber hit wet flesh. "This is fun!"

"OW! OW! OW! ARIA! STOP! OW! HELP! SOMEONE! OW!"

Marik ran in and saw Bakura's daughter hitting her father in a rather sensitive spot with her phallic pink

rubber balloon given to her by Anzu. "Itemri?"

"Can you just…OW!.....take her out of here and help me up? OW! ARIA KANIKA ITEMRI!"

Marik folded his arms laughing. "Aria, dear?"

Aria turned to see Marik. "I poked daddy in the butt with my balloon and he didn't notice I came in! SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

Marik chuckled as he looked into the bathtub. "Itemri? I sure hope that is a reaction to something else

and not your daughter hitting you with the balloon."

Bakura growled. "You're sick! Baby girl, stop hitting me!"

"Give him one good whack for me, babe," Marik said smirking.

"No! Aria! Don't!" Aria lifted the balloon high above her head and brought it down hard on his inner

thigh. Bakura squinted his eyes and jumped.

"Yeah! This is fun!"

Marik picked her up and carried her out. "I think your daddy had enough of a beating tonight. Go have a snack."

Aria was put on the ground and she ran downstairs with her balloon. Marik returned to the bathtub and

turned off the water.

He helped Bakura out of the position he was in and wrapped in. Bakura's hair was still lathered in shampoo.

Marik checked the back of Bakura's head. It wasn't much of a cut, but it bled.

"You know, Itemri, if you were mortal, you would have died just now."

Bakura shook his head. "I know. OW! ISHTAR!"

Marik growled. "I'm trying to get this blood off before it stains your scalp." Marik grabbed a paper towel

and cleaned off the blood. "We don't want your blood to stain your beautiful hair."

Bakura squinted as Marik finished cleaning up the blood. Marik sat on the side of the tub.

"So. What were you thinking about that got you…aroused?"

Bakura snorted. "I am not aroused, Ishtar!"

Marik rolled his eyes and put his hand on Bakura's manhood. The yami drew in a deep, quick breath.

"Then tell me why you are reacting like this?"

Bakura's hands came up to Marik's shoulders gripping them tightly as Marik stroked him. Marik kneeled

on the bathroom floor and parted Bakura's legs with his other hand. He brought his body close to Bakura,

keeping a gentle stroking hand on his former lover. Bakura's face turned red as his head fell back.

"If you didn't care for me anymore, Itemri, you would not be reacting like this."

"Non…Nonsense…..I just……oh gods……..I'm thinking about…….the weather…."

Marik licked his lips. "It seems like you're thinking of the heat now, Bakura."

Bakura looked into Marik's purple eyes panting and whimpering.

"Tell me, Itemri."

Bakura leaned his head forward and closed his eyes. "I…..I still love you, Marik Ishtar."

Bakura pulled Marik into a heated kiss and whimpered as Marik continued to stroke him. "Please, Marik…..please…."

Marik smiled. "Please what?"

"I have to….finish my shower……."

Bakura stood up with great difficulty and turned the shower back on. He removed Marik's shirt.

"What are you doing, Itemri?"

"You know what I'm doing," Bakura said grinning as he pulled off Marik's pants. Bakura pulled Marik

into the bathtub.

Marik wrapped his arms around Bakura from behind. The hot water rained on them both. Marik kissed the

nape of Bakura's neck as the transparent beads of water adorned his lover and slid down his exposed body.

Bakura wrapped his arms around Marik's neck reaching behind him.

"Remember our night in the oasis, Ishtar? The moonlight…..made your hair glisten. Remember when we

made love in the oasis?"

Marik grinned. "And we shared the fruit? We cut that apple in half….."

"The forbidden fruit…..and our forbidden love…..was ours," Bakura whispered.

Marik stepped forward, placing Bakura under the rushing water. The shampoo ran off of his hair in trails

down his body. Marik ran his fingers along Bakura's scalp, rinsing the white locks free of shampoo.

Bakura turned around when his hair was rinsed and rest his head on the blond yami's chest. The memories

of the oasis preoccupied both as they wrapped their arms around each other. Bakura's hands rested on the

small of Marik's back. Marik's hands rested on the white-haired boy's backside, rubbing gently.

"I love you, Marik Ishtar."

"Ana bahebek, Bakura Itemri." (I love you, Bakura Itemri.)

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