Marik, We Know

Ryou, Bakura and Marik walked into Marik's place.




"It's so good to be home!" said Marik.



Bakura caught Marik's eyes, and a look of raw desire passed between them. Ryou noticed it easily.



"Uh, you know, it's been a really long time since you two got to...um, I think I should leave you alone for tonight, is what I mean," said Ryou.



Marik walked over and put his arms around Ryou. "Alright, but promise you'll come back first thing tomorrow morning. I don't want to be away from you for too long."



"Promise," Ryou said, kissing Marik. When he broke away from Marik, he turned his face to the side, and Marik couldn't see that Ryou looked a little distressed.



Bakura then walked over to the two of them. "Can I say goodnight to my Hikari?" he asked, looking pointedly at Marik.




Realizing Bakura wanted to be alone with Ryou for a moment, Marik walked off into the hallway.



Bakura put his hands on Ryou's shoulders. "I just wanted to ask you something. I don't have to be too gentle with Marik tonight, do I? I mean, you fuck him, don't you?"



Ryou blushed. "Um, yeah...we take turns."



"Ah, good. So he's still accustomed to it," Bakura said. He leaned down and kissed Ryou softly on the lips. "Goodnight, little one."



"You're being too nice, and it's scaring me," said Ryou. "Guess you must really be excited about tonight."




Bakura crossed his arms and scowled at Ryou. "If you don't like nice, then I can-"



"I'm going!" squeaked Ryou, rushing out the door.



After the door slammed shut behind Ryou, Bakura turned and walked unhurriedly towards Marik. Bakura was trying and failing to seem nonchalant about the entire thing. When Bakura reached him, Marik pressed himself back against the wall.



"Do anything you want to me tonight," said Marik, eyes clouded with lust.



With that, all of Bakura's posturing was instantly gone, and he grabbed Marik and kissed him fiercely. Marik's arms came up and encircled Bakura, pulling him as close as possible. What started out as frantic ended up with the two melting into each other, their kisses gradually becoming softer and more passionate. For a while, it seemed all they wanted to do was kiss, their lips and tongues meeting again and again, unable to get enough of each other after having been separated for so long.



Eventually, Bakura slid his hand under Marik's shirt, running his palm over the scarred skin, and Marik followed suit, shoving his own hands under Bakura's shirt. They started to remove each others' clothes, and as shirts and pants came off, Marik eventually managed to focus enough to realize that the hallway would not be the best place for what they were about to do, so he grabbed Bakura's hand and led him to the bedroom.




As soon as they got to the bedroom, Bakura picked Marik up and forcefully threw him down onto the bed. He then climbed onto the bed himself and removed the rest of Marik's clothes, along with his own. He ran his hands over Marik's exposed skin, trying to memorize his body with his fingertips, enjoying the feeling of bare skin under his palms. It had just been so very long since he'd been able to touch Marik like this, and the feeling of skin against skin was amazing...



Marik was getting more and more turned on, and every one of Bakura's touches made him impossibly harder. He reached over to the bedside table and fumbled for the bottle of lubrication, handing it to Bakura in order to indicate what he wanted. Bakura was more than happy to oblige. He coated two fingers and slid them into Marik, feeling Marik's body spasm as he did so. He couldn't help staring raptly at Marik's bronzed form arching underneath him, and suddenly he moved his other hand up to run his fingers through blonde hair.



"Enough," panted Marik. "Now. Want you now."



Bakura was happy to oblige this request, as well. He entered Marik, unable to hold back a satisfied sigh as he sunk in all the way, finally inside of him again after all this time. Marik moaned out his pleasure as Bakura started moving. He gradually started moving faster, and soon he was really pounding into Marik, and he didn't miss the look of intense enjoyment on Marik's face as he did so. The sounds Marik was making were bringing him closer to the brink,
and when he was almost there, he reached down to stroke Marik, making sure to pull him over the edge along with him.




When they collapsed next to each other, Bakura felt consumed by the feeling of the afterglow, stronger than any he'd ever felt before, and he chalked it up to the fact that it had been quite a while since he'd had sex, but he just wanted so badly have Marik's body against him right now, so he pulled him into his arms and it felt so incredibly good just to be close, and now Marik was kissing him again, and it was making his chest ache, and he knew he was going to regret this but...



He leaned to whisper into Marik's ear. "This is the only time I'm ever going to say this, so pay attention. I love you, Marik."



"I love you too, Bakura. Gods, I love you."



Bakura felt his heart flutter, and he looked into Marik's eyes, and allowed himself just a moment to enjoy the feeling of having heard those words, and of being close in Marik's arms. Then he shoved the feeling aside, separated his body from Marik's, and said, "Alright. Now, never say that to me again. Never bring up what I said to you, and never say to me...what you just said. I don't want to hear anyone say that to me again. Ever."




Marik pulled Bakura into a close hug so that Bakura wouldn't be able to see his face. "Alright, Bakura."



"Let's just go to sleep," Bakura said, pulling away from the hug.



"Jackass," said Marik.



Bakura smiled a little, and Marik sighed and cuddled up to him.



Unable to resist, Bakura allowed himself to settle into Marik's warmth. The two closed their eyes and fell asleep, still holding each other.