Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Run and hide ❯ Run and hide ( Chapter 1 )

HELLO!! I'M BACK!!

Okay, this fic is a promise to my reviewers from fanfiction (net). It's a one-shot, Marik/Bakura lemon which has to be posted here because the other site won't let me post it.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything except the plot.

WARNING: This fic is rated for people over 17 years of age. Now, if you're underage and want to read about male/male sex, be my guest. I'm technically underage too. Just don't try to flame me if you don't like it.

NO FLAMES ALOWED. THIS FIC CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEX SCENES BETWEEN GUYS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Lastly, this fic may have many typos and other mistakes because it has not been revised yet. I promise I'll revise it soon, though. Technical detail: I don't know if there really are pills that can stop a man's hormones from harboring…let's just pretend there is such a thing, ok?

Marik banged the bathroom door closed behind him, and leaned on it with his back. He let out a long, ragged breath that he hadn't even realized he' d been holding.

`Thank God Bakura is gone'

That was all that went through the Egyptian boy's mind, as he squeezed his eyes shut and slowly slid down the door to sit on the floor. He dipped his head back and rested it against the wooden surface.

Marik sighed deeply.

This had been going on for some time now. Bakura, his albino best friend, the very boy he had lived with all his life, was also his secret desire.

Bakura and Marik had met when they were ten years old, in a secluded clinic somewhere in the north of California. Marik had been there because of problems with his sister, Bakura had been recovering from a particularly nasty sunburn- after all, albinos are extremely sensitive to sunlight.

Although Marik Ishtar could be described as an aloof, blunt and generally non-friendly character, he made fast friends with Bakura. The albino himself was much like Marik, isolated and frigid, with the frosty air of a desert night. Bakura had had various intense experiences with people all his life, and thus knew not to trust people and certainly not to become friends with anyone.

Yet in the albino's frigid persona, Marik found exactly what he'd been looking for: Someone as crazy and angry with humankind as himself. Together, Marik and Bakura had become the plague of the small clinic.

Together they cursed people, pulled pranks, harassed doctors and patients alike…They were both just so angry, so full of life. Bakura's crazed passion for harming humankind -which had never accepted him because of his albino heritage- and Marik's vivid malice for anything that had to do other people's welfare had sealed a life-long friendship.

The two boys didn't even realize it at first, how they started depending and trusting each other more and more. Marik couldn't spend a day without Bakura; he couldn't spend a day without looking in those fiery red albino eyes.

And it wasn't as if Marik and Bakura were two happy friends that laughed and hung out together…of course not. Their friendship was strictly business-like at first. Their meetings were designed specifically for the planning of torturing other people.

Only when Marik had to leave the clinic, did the boys realize how much they had grown to depend on each other. Since Bakura was an orphan and would eventually have to return to an orphanage where everybody hated and teased him, Marik begged his sister to take custody of the albino and allow him to live with them.

Eighteen-year old Isis Ishtar had been reluctant at first. Their father had died and she was having certain health problems herself. There was, of course, her life-long friend, Rishid, that could help her out, but she still wasn't sure she could support two little boys and herself.

It eventually happened, however, and Bakura was finally allowed to be with Marik on a permanent basis. The word `friend' or `trust' had never been spoken between the two- it was like a secret that nested in their hearts only.

Bakura had been scorned and looked down upon by other people his whole life, and thus found great comfort in the constant attention Marik was displaying for him. Marik himself, of course, was the kind of person who could only devote himself in one thing and one person, because of his nasty experiences with social life. Since he wanted to be with Bakura- the only person in the globe who seemed to relate to him- then he would devote himself completely to Bakura.

With passionate fervor, Marik had thrown himself in a whirlpool of unknown bonds, ignoring the whole time that he was forgetting his good, old, aloof self more and more the whole time. Marik didn't even notice the change in Bakura, for it happened simultaneously.

And suddenly, from two angry, hurt and antisocial boys, came a couple of healthy, mysterious, and overall completely normal young men, tied together with unbreakable bonds of friendship.

Marik's relationship with Bakura had been so simple and clean at first, that there was nothing to worry about. To the question `Who is Bakura?' that the Egyptian's mind often asked, Marik had a very clear answer: `He's my best friend.'

That was the answer. Of course, he would never admit it aloud at first; that he had a friend…but in time, he discovered that there was nothing wrong with having a friend.

In fact, Marik had, for a long time, rested assure that nothing was wrong. The answer in his mind started growing in time, it started taking new shape and magnitude…but Marik didn't mind, for he knew that it was the same for Bakura.

`Who's Bakura?'

`He's my best friend. I'll never leave him.'

`Who's Bakura?'

`He's my best friend…I've never met someone like him. People have hurt him so much, and yet now that I see him…he's so strong. Ever since we became friends, he's been opening up to people…I'll never leave him. And I know he'll never leave me, coz the only friends we have in this world are one another…'

Only in Marik's sixteenth birthday did trouble start to spawn.

At that fateful time, when Bakura and Marik had been running around the nearby public school at night, trying to scratch crude messages on every single blackboard they could find. Until, finally, a guard appeared in the dark corridors, alarming the boys and forcing them to hide.

Marik had not realized how close the man was, for he had his back turned. Bakura, though, who was stealthily walking backwards, had soon spotted the guard approaching.

At that moment, when Bakura's thin, bony hands had reached out to grab Marik's waist and haul him against the wall, Marik finally discovered frightening novelties about his friend.

The Egyptian hadn't realized that there was a guard approaching, and he meant to protest loudly because of Bakura's pushing him against the wall. But the albino's hand had clamped down on Marik's mouth immediately, making the Egyptian's breath hitch.

And then, as Marik was glued against the cold wall, with Bakura's strangely warm body pressing insistently over his and Bakura's hand squeezing his mouth shut, Marik noticed something. Bakura wasn't a kid anymore.

Oh no, he certainly wasn't.

The albino's scrawny, frail body had developed to a muscled, tall, sixteen year-old version of what the boy once was. Bakura's unnaturally long hair had been gathered in a pony tail that reached his waist, and the same red eyes that Marik had once identified as cruel and deep had now turned to dangerous, volcano red.

The suffocating feeling of being pinned against the wall with Bakura's scorching breath on his throat, the definitely uncomfortable sensation of having Bakura's leg pressing between his own in an attempt to push him further into the wall, and finally the painful clenching and unclenching of his heart as he stared mutely in those sinful, bloody eyes that urged him to keep quiet...it was all a bit too much for Marik.

"Don't move." Bakura had whispered in Marik's ear with his burning breath, as he buried his head in the crook of Marik's neck.

The Egyptian was frozen to the spot as he experienced one sensation after the other. Bakura's body had changed…Bakura's eyes had changed…Suddenly, Bakura was a stranger. A stranger that was over him; heating his body with his own.

And it was all so different exactly BECAUSE he was Bakura.

The unmistakable shiver ran through the Egyptian's spine, as he felt Bakura's breath hit his throat hotly. A warm feeling started spreading over Marik's body, filling his lavender eyes with unnamed fear. What the heck was going on? He'd never felt this before with anyone!!

Finally, the guard walked by, and Marik realized that Bakura had been trying to conceal them both in the darkness of a small alcove by taking as less room as possible. So that's why Bakura was doing this…it's not like he felt the same as Marik.

That was the first time. The first time that Marik noticed something needy cry out in his body, as Bakura walked away, unperturbed. The persistent heat that had already tortured Marik's stomach took a small while to go away, making the Egyptian suffer the whole time.

He had chosen to ignore it at first. That is, of course, until it happened again, and again and again.

Each time his hand accidentally brushed against the albino's, heat would penetrate the boy's system. Every time Bakura walked, clad only with his red boxers, to the restroom at night…Marik would go berserk with unknown heat.

Frictions of conversations from his classmates at school brought inexperienced and, until recently, uninterested Marik back to reality.

Naturally, Marik's classmates were sixteen-year-old boys, which could only mean they thought about sex every five minutes. Thus, they talked about sex constantly.

And Marik absorbed every single bit of information.

He absorbed enough to realize what the hell was going on with him.

And he was afraid of it.

What would Bakura say if he knew? What would he do? He'd break their friendship the moment he realized Marik's admittedly pathetic predicament…Bakura wasn't like that…He couldn't be.

And as for Marik, he had never been attracted to anyone else before, so he couldn't exactly place himself in the list of `straight or `bisexual' or `gay'. He didn't WANT anyone else, only Bakura.

No one else could quench his thirst. Only if he looked deep in those fiery eyes, only then could he feel the unknown passion call to him. Only Bakura! Only him!!

So there was only one solution in order to maintain his friendship with Bakura and calm himself as well.

Stay away.

Marik didn't even know if Bakura started to notice or not, but every day, he slipped away a little bit. A little more space between them when they sat together on a bench. A little more privacy when they undressed in the bedroom. A little more time alone when they could.

The bathroom was the customary sanctuary. It was the safe place to run when things got totally out of hand. And to be specific, that happened a lot. Even now, after all the efforts of shutting Bakura out, he was still out of control.

Marik had become desperate. So taken with the attraction he was, that he sometimes slipped away during conversations with Bakura just to stare at the other boy.

He would hear Bakura's aggravated voice, asking him what was wrong, but he would always wave it off. And when they sat together on the stools during PE, Marik would distractedly listen to fragments of conversations between other guys, trying to learn anything new that could help him, all the time missing Bakura's distraught gaze.

Until finally, after a year of torture, Marik took matters in his own hands. He went to the pharmacy and asked for any kind of medication that would relieve his problem and deliver him from the constant heat between his legs, or the constant thumping heartbeat in his chest.

And it worked, He got pills and it worked. At least… for the first two months, it did. At first, he was exultant. He could be normal around Bakura again. He could pillow fight and roll around with his friend as much as wanted with no effects on his body whatsoever. Naturally, the erratic beating of his heart when he looked in Bakura's eyes would not cease…but then again, something was better than nothing at all, right?

Bakura seemed more at ease too, Marik distantly noted as he observed Bakura's immensely relaxed conduct.

And though the pharmacist warned him not to take great amounts of the pill for too long a period, because it might be dangerous for a man to restrain his release for a long time, Marik paid no heed.

He kept his magic essence locked in his side of the bathroom cabinet, where Bakura couldn't possibly find it. He always had a couple of pills in his pocket, just in case.

Until of course, the single pill he took every day turned to two, and two turned to three…

Until, suddenly, he realized, he was in pain no matter how many pills he took.

His behavior started to become spasmodic, overly erratic. His body was sizzling in constant intensity and his nerves were a rack. He would sometimes shout for no reason, or thrash around like a nutcase just because of a simple disagreement.

And Bakura was, of course, pushed to the side, more frantically than any other time. Marik's fear of the albino discovering his attraction and ending their friendship was now greater than ever.

And this was where he was now, in the bathroom, leaning pathetically on the door, panting miserably. Bakura had left to go to the baker's, letting Marik deal with the incredible pain and the swollen, blue-purple flesh trapped between his legs.

And finally, eighteen year-old Marik realized that he had been taking pills for far too long. He never even took time to please himself, or relieve his own problem, just as so many other boys his age probably did.

But his problem was exactly this…he couldn't do it. No matter how much he needed it, he couldn't let anyone else do it, only him. Only he could release him. Only Bakura. Only him…the one he needed with all his being. Not only was Bakura the one he lusted after, he was also the one who made his heart jump to his throat…he was the one who forced his breath to choke..Bakura was the one he loved, and the one who's friendship and love he would give anything to possess.

"A-Ah…" the pathetic groan left Marik's lips before he could hold it in, and he thrust his hips forward, only to meet cold, room-temperature air.

What he was feeling was not an errection any more. It was pain. He had been denied his natural instinct for far too long and now it was knocking at his door- no- threatening to bring his door down.

And if he saw Bakura again, there would be no restraint in ravishing the other boy- with or without his consent.

The mere thought terrified Marik to no ends; that he could possibly hurt the one he had been trying to protect all along…

No. This couldn't go on. He would have to stop seeing Bakura for a while.

And he would do just that.

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"Isis! What the hell is wrong with him? He's locked himself in our room and won't come out!!!!!!" Bakura protested loudly, making Isis put her toast down and look at him compassionately.

"Just relax, Bakura…he might be busy, or something." She calmly responded, clearly hoping that the albino would believe her. Isis knew of her brother's little problem, since she had caught him drinking pills several times.

She had tried to talk Marik into changing his antics, but Marik had become an adult, after all, and no matter how many pills Isis threw, Marik always found more. The boy had been denied his wet dreams, for goodness sake! He had been denied everything!!

Isis had left Rishid to help her brother, trusting that these were `manly' matters she didn't want to be a part of. Rishid would be a better help, right?

Wrong.

Rishid, like any other man, had offered the comfortable and friendly solution of a prostitute. A hooker was a fast, easy way for any man to relieve himself.

But of course, Marik was in love. And since he was in love, he wanted the one he loved.

And since Marik was Marik, Isis knew he would rather die than do it with someone else apart from the special one, the one they all knew of.

"I don't get him, Isis! I honestly don't!!! Is he angry at me? I-I didn't do anything WRONG, did I? First he stops talking to me, then he doesn't even look at me, and now THIS!!! He won't even let me SEE him!!!? What the heck did I do, Isis? Tell me! Is it my fault?!! Does…does he not want me here any more…?"

And at those words, Isis could distinguish the sheer heartache that flooded Bakura's being. Under the layers of refined pale skin, Isis could clearly see the frightened, small, ten-year-old boy who had been denied human comfort and friendship all his life. She could see the small boy crying for his only friend, wanting to be trusted and loved…

If only he knew…how much he was loved.

"Just give him some time, Bakura…I'm sure you didn't do anything…maybe Marik just needs some time…."

Bakura shook his head wildly, silver strands of hair swinging in all directions as he did.

"I don't believe you! You're hiding something from me and so is he!! I…I tried to eavesdrop from behind the door…he was shouting, it's like he's in pain!! What the fuck is going on, Isis??!! What's wrong with him? Why won't he let me in?" Bakura now practically roared, earning a disapproving glare from Isis.

Suddenly, Rishid walked in the kitchen from the living room, startling both Bakura and Isis. The bald man simply stood there for a second, as if checking the commotion by looking Bakura up and down.

Isis was looking at her long-time, tall friend in a startled glance. What now?

"I heard you shouting." Rishid simply commented, as he gazed at Bakura with a somewhat soft, unyielding gaze. Bakura seemed a little self-conscious.

"Uh…Sorry, Rishid…I just-"The albino started, trying to relax his obvious frustration about Marik.

"Come with me. I need to tell you something." Rishid said, while simply motioning outwards. Bakura looked intrigued to say the least, whilst Isis seemed positively terrified.

When Bakura had safely stepped outside the kitchen, he stood and waited for Rishid, not missing Isis's panicked words.

"Rishid, don't-"

"I know what I'm doing!" came the bald man's soothing voice.

"But Marik doesn't want-"

"I said I know what I'm doing!! Get ready for work; we're leaving in ten minutes." Rishid answered, a bit more aggravated this time.

Isis effectively closed her mouth and turned around. She shut the kitchen door behind her and left the two men alone in the corridor.

The whole situation amplified Bakura's suspicions of something being wrong. He narrowed his eyes at the man before him and gritted his teeth ominously.

"Will you tell me what the fuck is going on, or will I have to find out for myself?" was the simple question which surely promised pain and suffering, in Bakura's case.

Rishid suddenly pointed towards the staircase which led to the bedrooms, upstairs.

"Do you know what he does up there?" he simply inquired, seeing Bakura impatiently shake his head in refusal.

"Good. You better sit down." Rishid just said.

"Because I'm gonna tell you."

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Marik had made sure to securely lock the bedroom door, so as to prevent Bakura from entering. Now he was, as usual, spread pathetically over the bathroom floor tiles, panting and groaning in raw pain.

Imagine the poor boy's surprise, when a literally, earth-shaking thud was heard from the bedroom door.

Uh-oh.

"Mariku!!!!"

Marik had a clear vision of Bakura kicking the bedroom door open and literally ripping it from its hinges. He groaned pathetically, and made a desperate attempt to crawl near the bathroom door in order to close it.

But no such luck, his excruciating pain grew in intensity and he let out a blood-curdling wail at the friction which was created between his body and the floor.

"Mariku!!!" was heard the voice of the one person Marik certainly didn't want to see. The voice was soon matched with a spectacle of an angel in Marik's eyes. Bakura had finally let his silver hair down, and now they were cascading down his back in spiky waves.

Why did Bakura seem to glow? And how could Marik distinguish the fiery, heated red of the albino's eyes throughout all his pain? Was he really so addicted to the albino? How was it possible?

Had Marik been in the position to observe Bakura more carefully, he would have noticed the frenzied worry trapped in the albino's eyes.

Marik didn't even have time to breathe as he felt rigid, strong arms haul his torso up and against the nearest bathroom wall. He let out a pathetic groan despite himself, begging his body to prevent him from looking like a sexually frustrated rack in front of Bakura!

The albino started shaking his shoulders lightly, as the red eyes bore in his own. Marik squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to meet the obvious rejection and disgust he knew was coming.

"Mariku!!! Are you okay??!! What the heck?" Bakura's frantic tone didn't match his deep, usually flowing voice.

Unknowingly, Bakura brushed his belly against Marik's source of pain, making Marik's eyes flow open and his arms suddenly grab the albino's shoulder in a steel grip.

"Ah…ah…Bakura….leave!!!" Marik incoherently drawled, hating himself for looking so miserable in front of the person he longed to impress! At that point, he didn't even know if what he felt was pleasure or pain- it was probably a dangerous mixture of both.

Bakura's eyes widened ominously at the desperate moans, and Marik was painfully aware of the now surprised red orbs that stared at him. He decided he should at least try to help himself.

Stretching his arm towards some point on the tiled floor, Marik spoke to Bakura as calmly as he could.

"D-Don't worry, Bakura….j-just give ….ah…give me…" Marik's eyes were fixed on the single pill resting on the floor, hoping against all odds that Bakura would get the message and give him what he wanted.

But when the albino turned his eyes to where Marik was pointing, and saw the small, yellow pill on the floor, his red irises constricted in unmistakable ire. Through his torture, Marik had become vaguely aware of this.

"So it's true…" the Egyptian heard his silver angel whisper slowly "Rishid was right…" Bakura continued, and Marik's eyes widened to an unbelievable size. Rishid! Had he betrayed him??!! Had he told Bakura?!!? NO!!

"MARIK, YOU IDIOT!!!" Bakura wailed miserably, as he literally banged Marik against the wall "…you idiot…" the albino continued, as he buried his head in the crook of Marik's neck.

The hot breath of Bakura's exhalation only fortified Marik's torture, making the boy thrash around uncontrollably. That is, until he felt the first fleeting touch…

"All I ever wanted…." was heard the albino's hot whisper in Marik's ear " from the moment I met you, eight years ago…" he continued, his silver hair sweeping over Marik's body, prolonging his torture.

"B-Bakura!!! S-Stop!!!"

"…was to have someone accept me…" Bakura whispered, as he moved his hand. Marik felt more than heard, the unmistakable sound of the zipper of his own jeans being undone…by Bakura's hand. What the heck was happening??!

"…and love me…and want me…" Bakura continued, as he undid the buttons of Marik's trousers somewhat hastily.

"…I can't live without you by my side…you've been torturing me so much these few days…" Bakura said, while Marik struggled to actually get away, frightened of what was happening to his hazy mind, all of a sudden. He felt the torturous touch of cool, bony fingers slipping slowly under his boxers and kept thrashing around in a mixture of confused bliss and pain.

"I will do anything for you to want me, Mariku…" Bakura whispered, more intensely than any other time "Anything…I-I don't care what…"

And as Bakura's digits finally reached their goal, and wrapped slowly around Marik's throbbing source of pain, the albino brought his eyes to stare rigidly in Marik's.

"Anything…for you…"

That stopped Marik's fervent predicament and his incoherent moaning. Bakura's words rang clearly in his mind, echoing all over his clouded senses. Bakura…he didn't want this. He was only doing it to please Marik…and that's exactly what Marik didn't want!!

It was almost too hard to move, with the albino's deliciously soft flesh pressing his errection, but Marik managed nonetheless, since the Egyptian had the stubborn will of a mule when necessary.

"NO!" he finally shouted, and pushed Bakura's body away with all his strength. Surprised, Bakura found himself hitting the other wall of the bathroom with his back. "Get away from me!!" Marik shouted again, with a determination he didn't know he possessed.

And then, before Marik knew it, he came face to face with tear-filled red eyes, no longer vivid and fiery, but dark and scarlet like those of the lonely albino child he had met in the hospital.

"I DON'T GET IT!!" Bakura literally wailed, as wet trails flowed over his immaculate, porcelain cheeks "ISN'T THIS WHAT YOU WANT?!? Am I not good enough, not even for that?!! Why? What must I do?!!!! Didn't I try everything??!! Am I not beautiful enough? Am I not…desirable??! Is it because I'm a man? WHY?! WHY, DAMN IT, WHY?!"

Marik was frozen to the spot, listening to Bakura's once-in-a-life-time outburst carefully. So Rishid hadn't told him everything…he'd only told Bakura about Marik's pill problem, obviously…

Marik temporarily forced his scorching pain out of his system, as he tried to comfort the only person he had ever wanted in his life.

"B-Bakura…" Marik tried to approach his love, but Bakura was, at this point, writhing desperately on the floor.

"I tried dressing better- I did!!" came Bakura's tearful confession "I tried everything! I even tried showing you how much I want you, but nothing!! If you don't even want me for this, then tell what I have to do!! Please! I'll do anything! Anything!! Am I not doing it right??! I've never done it before! If you want me to do something just tell me- I'll do it!! You want me to dress like a woman? You want a blow? You want to fuck me? WHAT DO YOU WANT? I'll do anything!!!"

At this point, Marik honestly felt like crying. Watching the one he adored degrade himself so painfully just for the likes of him, who had been too much of a coward to confess his feelings while he still had time... And now Bakura's bloodied eyes were screaming at him, rolling on dirt and begging to become nothing more than a prostitute in order to be with him…with him…

Where had all this need come from?

Marik fell to his knees in front of Bakura, all pain and frustration forgotten. He took Bakura's shaking face in both hands and lovingly pushing away all loose silver strands that fell on the boy's face.

And then, with much effort and honest tears in his eyes, the Egyptian said the words he had been longing to say for so many years.

"I love you."

And then, nothing was heard, not even a breath. Bakura stopped sniffing pathetically as soon as Marik uttered the words. Finally, the blonde recognized the expression of honest hope flick in the albino's now swirling red eyes which were turning rapidly back to furious, volcano red.

"What…What did you say?" Bakura hesitated to ask, fearing it was all a lie. He grabbed Marik's hands, which still held a rigid grasp on his head.

Marik smiled tiredly, but overall, blissfully.

"I---I always loved you. That's why I took the pills…I was afraid…Afraid you'd never want me…"

And by now, the eyes had converted to a burning red, two magnetic poles of fire, dripping blood in the midst of a frozen abyss. And as the blood dripped from those orbs, it burned Marik's heart with the most suffocating, drowning heat.

He didn't even realize it, when his lips were on Bakura's. He didn't even care about the hurt between his legs, because it was nothing compared to the heat he was living know. Unconsciously, his hands that had been holding Bakura's head had now fisted in the boy's silvery hair.

Bakura, in turn, had immediately returned the passion, wrapping both arms around the other's torso and pushing against Marik's lips even more.

And finally, when the hesitant feeling of a slick, wet muscle slide over his lips woke Marik, he didn't even control his actions. He opened his mouth and let the intruder in, sending his tongue to meet Bakura's in a burning sensation of passion. And as their tongues danced and their gasps of pleasure broke the kiss, only to revive it full force, Bakura unconsciously pushed Marik down, only to slam him against the hard, bathroom floor.

Before Marik knew it, Bakura was on top of him, his hands tugging insistently on Marik's shirt and his feathery hair caressing both their bodies. Their eyes opened for a moment, only to catch a glimpse of each other's sparkling lust.

Bakura let his fingers stealthily slip beneath Marik's shirt and over the other's sculptured chest. Marik vaguely wondered how Bakura could display that same startling level of erotic attraction in every sector of his life, but the thought soon slipped away when Bakura's hands found the nipple they were searching for.

Marik arched up desperately and moaned into their wet kiss, giving Bakura the perfect opportunity to bite down erotically on his bottom lip, only making Marik gasp again.

He felt the albino smile into their kiss, when Marik started shaking in desire from the pressure he was in. The pain of his sexual frustration returned full force and Marik instantly pushed his hips upwards, willing to dig them in his lover's pelvis.

Not to mention the sheer, blind bliss Marik felt when he met Bakura's own throbbing errection. Bakura wasted no time in grinding on the other's body, harboring his own pleasure form the friction their clothed erections created.

But then, Marik let out a pained, positively frightful cry of pain, making Bakura cease his antics immediately.

"What? What's wrong?" Bakura worriedly asked, and Marik noticed the husky, passion-driven tone that inhibited the other's voice.

"I-I can't…It hurts…." He desperately moaned, making Bakura nod immediately and start pulling Marik's still unzipped pants down.

"B-Bakura…" Marik groaned pathetically in a whirlpool of both pain and pleasure "What are you…what are you doing?"

"I want to please you." Came the simple answer, and Marik simply let the other boy pull his pants and shoes off. The albino wasted no time in clutching on Marik's light purple shirt and grabbing the chains. With a feral, almost unreal cry, Bakura unlocked the chains and forced the shirt off his lover.

And then, when those cool fingers did what Marik had been dreaming about for more than twelve months, the Egyptian simply fell back and sighed in euphoria, savoring the ticklish, arousing feeling of Bakura's long strands of hair sweeping over his now naked flesh.

Bakura threw Marik's boxers away and stared at the piece of flesh that had been forbidden to him for as long as he could remember. When he saw the bruised, purple color of Marik's shaft, he turned a worried glance to the other boy's pleasure-twisted face.

"…baby….what have you done to yourself…?" Bakura shook his head in blatant sorrow and disapproval, inwardly reprimanding himself for being so stupid so as not to understand Marik's problem all along.

But Marik had no time to answer, as he felt Bakura spread his legs and grab the under part of his thighs. The albino pulled one of Marik's legs over his shoulder and inevitably lowered his head to the source of life.

And then, as Marik felt wet, slick heat envelop his entire being, he instantly moaned, raved and sat up, only to come face to face with the most arousing sight he had ever seen. Red poles of blood were alive, piercing into his crystal amethyst ones in mischievous lust as Bakura's tongue slid over his swollen thumping erection.

Bakura took the chance to slide Marik's entire body against the closest wall. And then, the erotic dance started, where Marik was crazy, his deliverance so close now. He practically screamed as Bakura used all his inexperienced abilities to pleasure him.

Those thin lips that had been pursed in silence all these years where now around his shaft, sucking his entire life-force out of him, willing to create a hickie in the most impossible place ever. He felt Bakura grind his teeth over his flesh, and squeeze his tongue over the tip of the erection, willing to taste what dripping fluid he could.

Marik was a shaking, cursing, moaning mess by now, as he sent both hands to dig in Bakura's silver head, which was nesting comfortably between his legs. Bakura ate hungrily, possessively, his movements designed only to pleasure, not to tease. His hair was splayed beautifully over both their bodies, exciting Marik in every way possible and mingling with his own golden bangs.

The Egyptian tried to restrain it, tried to prolong the heated feeling of Bakura's long-craved tongue rolling over his most guarded, unseen treasure, but the release had been prolonged for far too long, and a man's first orgasm can never be a reserved one.

He tried to shout, tried to warn Bakura of what was coming, but all he managed was a choked sob. Startled by his lover's cry, Bakura raised his head just in time.

It was all over far too soon, as Marik's seed exploded in long, translucent rings, sliding first on Bakura's cheek and then on both boys' chests.

The albino grinned serenely at Marik's drained, contented form. He saw his Egyptian's swollen shaft finally regain a limp, restful position, and grinned.

"Was it good?" Bakura said in his low, husky voice as he slid over Marik's smiling, literally blessed body. A small, grateful nod from his lover and a tired flick of his crystal lavender eyes verified Bakura's theory. Marik had liked it.

The albino left his partner to rest as he placed a few wet kisses over Marik's flushed chest. The sliver angel grabbed his own shirt and pulled it off sloppily, using it to clean Marik's orgasm from his cheek.

And then, unbeknownst to Marik, who was still reveling over his first afterglow and his final feeling of relief, Bakura disposed of the rest of his clothing.

Marik was surprised to say the least, when he felt absolute softness run over his body. Skin to skin, flesh to flesh. Sweat drenched bodies rubbed over one another and Bakura gave a crazed groan at the contact.

Marik opened his eyes less drowsily, as he felt the sparks of a new arousal tug at him. Bakura's own hardness had regrown to its original state, and the albino leaned over Marik for an aggressive kiss.

Marik smiled and spread his legs voluntarily, wrapping them around Bakura's pale, thin waist. When he felt Bakura gasp in their kiss, he felt truly justified.

Red eyes, blinked back at him, unsure.

"Mariku…are you sure…?" Bakura could not hide his blind euphoria at the sheer prospect of what he realized Marik was offering.

Marik simply nodded and leaned in to bite lightly on the other's earlobe. "It still hurts too much…I can't be the one to do it…" he justified his decision to play submissive beneath Bakura, but he still adored the way the other's eyes lit up with joy.

Bakura's lips slammed down on his, sealing their promise with emotion. Marik was too distracted by Bakura's tongue rolling around his mouth, to realize where Bakura's hand was heading. Only when his virgin entrance was penetrated by a single, long finger did he break the kiss to gasp for air.

It was uncomfortable for sure, since men are not meant to find pleasure this way, but Bakura's distracting wet kisses and his teasing Marik's nipples decreased the pressure, until three fingers inside him didn't feel at all disturbing to Marik.

"Wait a sec…." Bakura pleaded, as he reluctantly left Marik's embrace to walk to the bathroom cabinet. Soon, he found the bottle he was looking for: a Vaseline case. They didn't have lube, unfortunately, but that little inconvenience would soon be tended to.

Bakura came back to his lover, loving the warm feeling of being welcomed in the pliant, strong embrace of the handsome blond. Once Bakura had properly covered his now aching shaft, he prepared Marik's entrance and took position.

Bakura brought his lips to those of his love, before he positively gave one, rigid thrust into the body beneath him. Marik was pinned to the floor for eternity, carving this single moment in his memory forever, as he gave a reflexive, blood-curdling scream at Bakura's penetration.

Bakura shushed him and smoothed the other boy's hair, while secretly savoring the feeling of Marik's entire body, limbs, arms and chest, wrapped around him.

It took all his will not to slam violently into the other boy, but he managed to restrain himself nonetheless. Finally, when he started a slow motion, he heard Marik moan in a voice that certainly didn't express pain.

With that, the albino hastened his pace, forcing his lover to pant and whisper his name over and over again in his ears. And as Marik's inner walls shut tight around him, Bakura let out a long, pleasured groan.

The pace was fast, erotic and wet, with slick bodies sliding over one another in frantic passion. Marik was exhibiting mute screams with each thrust, his eyes wide and his breathing hoarse while experiencing the unbelievable feeling of having another person in your body.

Suddenly, at one particularly violent thrust, Marik thrashed around and positively screamed, for that certain spot had been so deep inside him and buried so out of reach that it provoked instant response.

The second, instant orgasm splashed violently over both their chests and Bakura let out a loud, wanton groan. It took a few more frantic thrusts on Marik's ravaged body to find pleasure, and the albino finally collapsed, totally spent, over his love.

Marik simply smiled, allowing his hands to wander over the flesh of the other's back, loving the feeling of smooth, flowing skin.

Oh how he loved Bakura…oh, how he needed him.

"I love you…" Bakura let out finally, with a voice that promised he would not be awake for long.

"I love you." Marik repeated blissfully, as he wrapped his arms further around Bakura's pale body.

And with a final, slow kiss, both boys fell silent.

Wrapped in each others arms they slept, dirtied with their own release and sweat.

Yet, it qualified for the deepest slumber of their lives.

I really hope you liked it!! Plz review and tell me what you think!! Oh, and feel free to check out my other YUGIOH parody one-shot "Behind the scenes" That fic may sound unoriginal, but I promise that it's quite funny, though really big. That fic is one of my personal favorites and it's on mediaminer also. Well, that's it, for now!! See you later!!!!

BYE!!!

Nehti.