A Long Long Night

HEY EVERYONE SAY HI TO MARIK!!!

Sorry long chapter but I couldn't seem to stop it at any point. ¬¬
I used some original Yu-Gi-Oh lines from the anime so it kept with the story.
That's about it. Enjoy.


Part 7:

“Just because you have my ring doesn’t mean we’re married, Ishtar!”


Malik nearly dropped the Millennium Item he was holding.

“How did you expect to be able to steal from a thief, pray?” asked Bakura, leaning back on the sofa.

“I wasn’t stealing it,” spat Malik. “It’s safer with me.”

“And why would that be?” Bakura yawned but didn’t take his eyes off the Egyptian.

“It would be safer because I can hide it. It would be bad news for both of us if this,” Malik placed the ring over his head to hang around his neck, “were to be found near you by one of Yugi’s herd.”
The thief snorted and turned away.

“I see.”

Malik was surprised at this lack of confrontation.

“What exactly do you see?” he asked, carefully walking over to the sofa and sitting down.
Bakura gave him a measuring stare.

“I see that if you lose that ring you’ll be screaming my name out in your nightmares because of the things I would do to you!”

“How? If the ring is gone you can’t control the body you possess, thief,” smirked Malik. He saw an answering smirk on the other’s face as Bakura suddenly lashed out and grabbed him by the cord on the Millennium Ring, forcing him to lean forward. Malik nearly cried out as the thief bit his ear – hard.

“You are wearing my ring, Ishtar.” Bakura playfully licked the abused flesh. “Do I feel like a powerless spirit to you?”

“Ah! Get off me!” he cried, pushing the other away. “I’ve got no time for this. I need to see the next duel!”

“Leaving so soon are we? But I was only getting started,” drawled Bakura.

“Well I’m finished. I don’t know why I got involved with you in the first place,” replied Malik, getting up and walking over to the door. To his dismay Bakura got up as well and grabbed him around the waist.

“You better keep it safe,” he said, caressing the gold band lovingly. A hand caught Malik’s chin, forcing him to twist his head to look at the thief. The Egyptian tensed, awaiting the onslaught that was sure to come. To his surprise Bakura leant in, barely touching his lips in what was the most chaste kiss Malik had ever experienced. It was slightly unnerving. He quickly nodded and opened the door.

“I’ll be waiting,” he heard Bakura say. It sounded somewhat like a threat.

Bakura had decided to go back to sleep. He was still tired from the night before and Ryou’s body was not coping well with the added stress. He turned off the lights and slid under the sheets. He had forgotten how good it was to be with another person. The room felt cold and boring. Giving a sigh he rolled over on his side. Malik wouldn’t be back for hours. Those duels took ages to complete.

-It’s good to be back,- he thought before dozing off to sleep.

He felt the eerie presence of another person watching him. Bakura slowly cracked open an eye. He could dimly make out that it was very dark, probably evening, and that someone stood before his bed. That someone also held his Millennium Ring. Apparently they didn’t notice that he was awake because they lowered the Item on the pillow next to his head. As they bent closer he could make out the face of the girl Tea.

“What the bloody hell are you doing here?” he hissed in an attempt to make her freak out. She only calmly leant back.

“Bakura, there has been a slight problem.” Malik’s translucent figure detached itself from the girl. The thief stared open mouthed at the apparition.

“What the hell are you doing? What has it got to do with me, Ishtar?”

“I can’t very well ask anyone else for help, can I?” whined Malik.

“What the hell happened to you then?” asked Bakura, sitting up. Malik looked acutely uncomfortable.

“It’s a bit of a long story.”

“Well you’re going to whine to me about it anyway, so spit it out and send the girl away. Why did you have to bring her?” complained the thief.

“If I do I’ll have to stay with you,” replied Malik. Bakura shrugged and glared at the girl who blinked as if confused and calmly walked out of the room shutting the door behind her.

“Now tell me what’s going on. Did you get done in by the Pharaoh? What happened with the duel?” Malik’s
translucent form perched itself on the edge of the bed.

“I never really explained about my past…” He gave a sigh. “You see, after my initiation as a tomb keeper another part of me was created. I made him out of all my anger, fear and pain.”

“How tragic,” said Bakura stifling a yawn. Malik scowled, then quickly changed his expression to neutral after remembering Bakura’s words on how looking angry turned him on.

“As I was saying,” he continued, throwing the thief a disgusted look. “Odion repressed this part of me by sharing my pain and standing by me. Today though, in the duel, I forced him to impersonate me when he duelled that strange furry guy.”

“Joey Wheeler. Yugi’s friend from school,” supplied Bakura lazily.

“Oh. I’ve only heard Kaiba refer to him most times,” replied Malik.

“That still doesn’t explain why you have no body,” said Bakura pointedly.

“Odion summoned Ra using a counterfeit card.” Bakura’s eyes widened.

“He must be truly mad to do that. I would have thought a tomb keeper to be well aware of the power of the Egyptian gods. What a fool!”

Malik turned slightly red. “It was my idea. I had tested it out before!” he said defensively as Bakura looked at him in amazement.

“And I thought I was screwed up.”

“Look, it’s not like I enjoyed him getting struck down by lightning!” fumed Malik. He already felt the dreadful weight of guilt settling on his shoulders. “That’s why I came to you. I need you to keep Odion safe. When he blacked out I lost control over my other self and now he’s taken over my body! I know for certain his first move would be to destroy me by killing Odion!”

“Hold on,” said Bakura putting up a finger. “Are you telling me that your body has been taken over by some crazy alternate personality who’s about to go on a killing spree and you are asking me to go and stop him?”

“Please Bakura,” pleaded the Egyptian. “If he kills Odion I will cease to exist. I’ll do anything in return. Just help me you lazy bastard.” Bakura raised an eyebrow.

“Insulting me is not winning me over you know, Ishtar.” Malik groaned and decided to go down a different tactical rout.

“I can tell you for certain that he would be a lot harder to fuck than me.” The thief stared at him then quirked a smile.

“Anything is harder to fuck than you. You’re the one pleading to be fucked most of the time.” Malik scowled but remained silent.

“Fine,” said Bakura rolling his eyes. “I’ll bloody do it. Who knows, it might even prove to be fun. You know that alternate personality of yours is a bit like a Yami, isn’t he? Although unlike the Pharaoh brat and myself he isn’t a
spirit,” mused Bakura. Malik gave a half-hearted shrug. He could be a Yami or whatever so long as he was gone as soon as possible.

“What’s his name by the way? I’d assume he has one…” asked Bakura.

“I suppose you could call him Marik.”


Bakura walked down the corridor, wearily listening out for any movement. Although he had agreed to help he was still not going to get caught by the friendship crew and have the Pharaoh screw him over. He glanced irritably at the figure of a translucent Malik following him soundlessly. The tomb keeper had insisted that he go too because there was no way he could exist without a body to attach to. Bakura hated the feeling of being followed. It was unnerving.

“It’s this door,” said Malik, stopping.

“Right.” Bakura glanced around again. Nobody. Good. “Now,” he looked at his ghostly companion, “keep out of it and stay silent. If your alter ego is that crazy I don’t need you disturbing me.”
Malik nodded solemnly. Satisfied, Bakura tried the door, which to his surprise was already open.

“Looks like we have company.” He pushed open the door and stepped in with Malik following close behind.


Odion was still very much alive but they couldn’t have come at a better time. Bakura had to give it to Malik’s darker half, the man looked completely insane. The thief’s eyes travelled from the gravity defying spikes of blond hair to the cloak and then fixed on the intense look of childish glee and murder, displayed by a toddler on crack who didn’t get the toy he wanted, with which the Yami was staring at the blade of the Millennium Rod. Bakura felt insane laughter build up inside him. He couldn’t stop himself, the sight was just too brilliant. He almost doubled over with laughter, nearly forgetting where he was.

“Bakura.” Marik turned around eyeing the thief. The spirit calmed down slightly quirking a smile.

“Not just me. I also brought you a friend.” Marik raised an eyebrow. “It’s your other half,” said Bakura, gesturing behind him. Marik’s eye’s narrowed as he saw the other Egyptian.

“I want my body back!” growled Malik.
Marik sneered.

“So he used you to stay alive did he? I should have thought of that.”

“He promised me the Millennium Rod, so hand it over,” said Bakura. Marik let out a laugh.

“So you are the fool who’s collecting all the Millennium Items.”

“Hand it over. You don’t want to become a part of my collection of… victims,” replied Bakura, stepping forward.

“You are no match for me,” grinned Marik, raising the Rod. Bakura almost felt Malik’s rage behind him.

“Don’t you dare harm Odion!”

Marik leered at his weaker self.

“Try and stop me!”

Bakura took a step forward only to see a spark of madness shoot through the Yami’s eyes as he was engulfed in cold flame and thrown across the room, painfully hitting the opposite wall. Barely able to gather the air knocked out of him, he tried to move, but to his surprise he was completely and immovably pinned to the wall.

“As you see, you are no match for me, and after I do away with Odion you are next,” said Marik, turning away and raising the Rod again. Malik stopped breathing as he saw the blade almost reach Odion’s chest before stopping. He blinked in surprise as his darker self stood motionless in the bounds of a flaming aura. He turned, seeing Bakura’s smug smile.

“How?” Suddenly the flames disappeared and both Yamis were free, eyeing each other with half respect, half hatred.

“It appears we are evenly matched,” said Marik, a grin twisting his face madly.

“It appears so,” replied Bakura, without lowering his caution. “Perhaps we should duel to see who wins. Only the loser will disappear from this world for ever.” Marik’s grin widened.

“Or,” Marik turned around slightly, staring Bakura in the eyes, “I could shoot you.” Bakura’s eyes widened as out of nowhere a pistol was being pointed at him by a psychotic Ishtar. Malik looked on from the sidelines in a state of shock. Where the hell did his other self get a pistol from?

“Don’t be so surprised,” smiled Marik. “There are plenty of security guards ready to hand over all their weapons when asked politely.” He tapped the Millennium Rod proudly.

“You bastard! Hand it over!” shouted Malik.

“Nope,” said the Yami simply. “Where would be the fun in that?”

“If you try and shoot I will just use my Ring again, Ishtar,” sneered Bakura, still amazed at the resourcefulness of his opponent. Marik shook his head and took a step forward.

“I don’t think you’ll have time. Care to try?” Bakura paused.

“You’ll shoot anyway. Don’t play around with your enemy, you fool.”

“It would be far too dull to kill you now.” Marik stuck out his tongue as if mulling over an idea. “But I can’t let my enemy have a chance to get back at me.” His eyes lit up in a manic expression. “Strip!”

Bakura raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“I don’t want you hiding anything that could cause some… complications for me,” replied Marik, without moving a muscle.

“What the hell do you think I’d be hiding in my pants? I don’t bloody carry explosives down there!” shouted Bakura in frustration. He glanced over at Malik who was staring at him blankly. Marik cocked the pistol. Bakura gave a sigh.

“If you mention this to anyone, I swear you’ll wish you’d never been born,” he said, glaring at his companion. Malik’s jaw dropped open slightly but he gave a nod nonetheless.

“And I don’t want you wearing that Ring of yours either,” said Marik matter-of-factly, pointing the pistol at the Millennium Item. Bakura glared at the weapon but resolutely slipped the Ring over his head, dropping it on the floor at his feet.

“Ha. I’m not a fool Bakura,” said Marik pointing at the ring. The thief, who had already taken of his shirt, scowled and kicked it over to Odion’s bed. The bronzed Yami sighed like a righteous mother, walked over and picked up the item still aiming the pistol.


Malik watched in transfixed amazement as Bakura pulled off his t – shirt careful to not lose sight of Marik and kicked off his shoes. As the spirit started on the catch of his trousers Malik noticed that Bakura was in fact acting as if he was putting on a show. The thief stood relaxed a slight twitch of his lip suggested a hidden smirk. If Marik was even a little unnerved by this Malik couldn’t tell. Both kept an unbreakable eye contact.


Marik watched in amusement as the cornered thief before him looked for a way out, biding his time. He had to admit that he could see why his lighter self had liked this one. He couldn’t help but admire the perfect body and smooth white skin and the confidence with which the thief flaunted them. -This one will be hard to break.- he mused. His grin widened as the competition slipped shamelessly out of their pants discarding them carelessly and calmly raised an eyebrow.

“Show’s over. If you thought that would intimidate me you were deeply mistaken,” smirked Bakura.

“I know you through Malik. I’m not stupid enough to think that would bother you,” said Marik, licking his lips. “He knows a good fuck when he sees it, that whore.” The Egyptian laughed when an angry Malik went through him while trying to punch him in the face.

“How crude,” sighed the thief. “Liking what you see?” he drawled shifting his weight and twisting a finger in his hair girlishly.

“Yeah, I’d kill for pretty things like you,” smirked Marik, showing a manic grin and pressing the trigger.


Bakura realised he was alive. He saw Malik staring in disbelief over his manic mind friend’s shoulder.

“Bang,” said Marik, almost apologetically.


Next thing Marik knew was seeing a pouncing Bakura, a knife materialising in his hand. It was a beautiful sight but his mingled thoughts decided that the current situation demanded a reaction other than artistic appreciation. He stepped back just in time, barely avoiding the blade, but still getting knocked to the floor with the thief on top raising the switchblade again.

Bakura had only slight regrets in killing the bastard. It would have been interesting to have observe him a little longer but being forced to gallivant around the cool room naked and being killed by a fake gun was not his idea of a good evening. He glanced at the mad eyes of his opponent looking up at him with a transfixed gaze and a wild smile spread across his face.

“Go on. I am his pain and terror, try me.”

Bakura paused. It was as if this was Malik. They were very similar. And yet, so different. In fact this could be very interesting. The fearless smirk on the Egyptian’s face was quite sexy. Thoughtfully as if considering the offer he placed the knife at the other’s neck.

“interesting. But I need my fuck toy back so you’ll have to go,” smiled Bakura, adding pressure to the blade.

“Stop!”

Bakura jumped but his hand wouldn’t move.

“Malik!” he hissed. “I told you to not interfere!”

“You can’t kill him like this!” replied the Egyptian stubbornly. Bakura gave him a dark glare but the other didn’t back down. “You can’t harm this body. If he can’t use it how will I be able to?”

“I’ve harmed this body quite a few times before and as I remember you were just fine,” replied Bakura snidely. “now get off me!”

“No!” said Malik forcing Bakura to move back his hand. He shook his head at the new cut on his body’s neck.

“you fool you’ll get me killed!” cried Bakura. “Stop controlling my body! I said you could stay not take over!”

“How sweet. You two argue like an old married couple.”
A stinging blow hit Bakura in the head making him fall back the knife flying out of his hand. Malik’s spirit fled giving back all control. Head spinning Bakura glanced up to see Marik coming over with the cord from his ring. He tried to get up but the floor wasn’t right.

“Why thank you Malik. I knew you were a loyal little bitch from the very start,” smirked Marik straddling a disorientated Bakura and tying his arms. “You see you have to treat all your toys with respect thief.” He glanced at a horrified Malik with pity on his face. “You must feel so let down, always being on the bottom.” Malik glared back, red with anger or embarrassment. Underneath Bakura let out a choked laugh. He was beginning to hear fine. He just wished the world would stop ending. He swore Malik never had that much strength. It was either that or he was more submissive than Bakura had thought. Now there’s a thought.


Bakura felt himself being half dragged, half floating to the wall and happily hanging there from his hands. Slowly as the blood left his head his vision cleared he saw the room. Malik looked very apologetic. His friend in crime was looking very enthusiastic. Marik was holding the millennium rod blade out. Bakura felt too tired to properly react. Marik was hot, he decided absentmindedly. It was the first time he’d met someone more screwed up than himself.

“again you lack intimidation Ishtar.” Bakura’s mouth curved into a snide grin. In his life he’d been in worse situations and in a lot more pain. And the captors were usually fuck ugly.


How could the thief still be so cocky and self assured? Marik was impressed. In fact he was quite moved in more than one way. The easy way in which Bakura was stretched out against the wall bringing out every muscle and bone in his body was sending sensations down his spine. Having a body all to himself was beginning to have its very immediate merits. In addition this was very entertaining. He walked over to the thief until he could hear the other’s almost calm breathing. With a smirk he glanced over at his weaker half.

“This body definitely remembers you. I wonder what you could have done that’s made it so responsive to you?” He asked the thief. In childish glee he saw Malik’s jaw drop in realisation. –brilliant- He turned to Bakura who looked at him with an unreadable expression. “I guess I’ll have to find out.” Marik took the other’s chin bringing their mouths together. Bakura made no response so the Egyptian bit his lip. Suddenly the thief parted his lips and bit down hard. Marik smirked at the retort. Now that he’d coaxed a response he had access to the whole of the other’s mouth. He easily invaded the warmth.


Marik’s onslaught forced Bakura to back up against the cold wall causing him to shiver. He attacked back biting at the maniac’s tongue and matching him move for move. He had expected to be skinned alive, not become a sex interest! Well if this was how it was he didn’t give a shit. The guy was hot. There was no regret, it was Malik’s fault he was in this situation anyway, well let him watch. He would show this Yami how good he was. He drew back for air breathing heavily. Marik doing the same. A smile quirked his face.

“Not bad for someone who’s had a body for only a few hours.”

“I heard you were able to perform perfectly on very short notice yourself” replied the Egyptian, biting Bakura’s neck until the other hissed as the bite drew blood.

“I’m fucking good. Of cause I can perform,” said Bakura catching the other’s lip in his teeth as Marik moved in for another kiss.

“really?” he mumbled. Bakura felt a sharp pain on his belly making him draw in a breath and let go of the other’s lip. Marik grinned and moved down nipping at Bakura’s perked nipple. –He must be quite cold.- Marik sniggered to himself at the goosebumps that covered the thief’s flesh. He reached the cut that he’d made with the rod. It was only slight but there was dark blood standing out on the pale skin. He placed a hand on Bakura’s belly pushing him into the wall. The shiver that followed sent a spark down to his cock.

“Do you want to freeze me to death? I’ll warn you it takes a lot to kill me.” Breathed Bakura. Marik smiled but didn’t reply. He ran his tongue across the cut tasting the tangy liquid. He felt another shiver from the thief at the contrasting heat of the Egyptian’s tongue.

“Hmm I wonder what the rest of you tastes like.” He let go of Bakura’s belly, who immediately drew away from the cold wall. He no longer cared though, mainly because Marik had moved below his navel and was exploring the contours of his dick with his mouth.


Marik licked almost diligently around the base of Bakura’s cock exploring this new experience with quiet interest. This was all new but very familiar. He’d technically done it before but never as his own self. Nonetheless the technique was simple. Soon getting bored of such reserved tactics he engulfed the whole thing in his mouth almost thoughtfully trying out a sucking motion. Bakura let out a hiss of appreciation nearly bucking into the other’s mouth.


Malik watched in shocked fascination as his darker half used his own friggin body to service Bakura. He couldn’t quite get his head around it. It was complete mind fuck. Completely hot mind fuck. Bakura was writhing under Marik’s ministrations, unable to get away. His hands were clenched around their bonds and his back arched away from the wall. The thief opened one eye which looked directly at Malik with an evil questioning glance. It then travelled down his body, the thief smiled and closed his eyes again as he let out a moan as Marik found a new pleasing technique. –why was he smiling?- Suddenly Malik realised that his hand had automatically travelled to the waistband of his trousers. He turned slightly red. So what? He hated Bakura for doing this to him but it was hot. If his mind couldn’t work it out his body could. Plus he’d never thought he’d see Bakura of all people tied up and at someone else’s mercy, even if they were stealing his FRIGGIN BODY!


Marik could feel Bakura tensing under him. He closed his teeth slightly and dragged them along the shaft before engulfing it fully again. Bakura let go of his control and bucked, planting himself further inside Marik’s mouth. Caught by surprise Marik had the option of gagging or swallowing. He decided he didn’t like gagging. This decision brought Bakura over the edge. Marik’s reflexes began to work and he managed to swallow almost without coughing.

“Malik was right. Your self control could do some work,” he said getting up and surveying the thief.

“I can come whenever I want,” growled Bakura.

“Didn’t your mummy ever teach to be considerate?” asked Marik, twirling his millennium item in his fingers.

Bakura eyed the rod cautiously. He didn’t appreciate a maniac wielding any kind of weapon near him. He took in a breath as the blade touched his stomach again and Marik watched him with a wicked glint in his eye.

“You’re the one responsible for the redecoration of my back then?” asked the Egyptian. “I wonder why you like playing around with knives so much. There must be something I’m missing…” He glanced thoughtfully at the thief. “Perhaps I should try?” He moved the blade slightly nicking the white skin. To his surprise Bakura leant forward arching into the blade and deepening the cut.

“Tempting,” said the thief claiming Marik’s mouth with his own as the delicious pain danced through his body. He smiled contently as he finally freed his hands. Apparently Marik didn’t learn any better ways to tie knots than his other self. He grabbed the rod and twisted pushing the Egyptian away with his free hand. Marik fell back painfully on the floor glaring back with unmasked delight. Bakura smiled.

“Nonetheless, I believe I’ll have to teach you a few things first,” he said.

“Oo, Bakura’s fun to play with after all!” commented Marik, sticking out his tongue mockingly and getting up.

“Yeah, I’m bloody amazing,” grinned the thief, advancing.

“So full of yourself too? I’m dying from anticipation.” Marik took a step back.

“Strange you should say that,” said Bakura thoughtfully. He changed his grip slightly on the millennium rod. “If it wasn’t for Malik’s insistent existence I would quite like to kill you, but I’m afraid he needs a working body.” Bakura glanced over at Malik’s translucent form which was sitting guiltily slumped against the wall. The thief quirked a knowing smile.

“Looks like someone enjoyed the show.” Marik followed his gaze and grinned.

“Such sentiment, it makes me weak at the knees,” he drawled. “I’m sorry if your careful consideration for my weaker personality’s needs does not sway me.” Bakura looked momentarily nonplussed.

“I’m not fucking around with you because I want to give his something to wank over!”
Marik’s tongue lolled out in glee. “I meant he’s not getting the body back Bakura. He only interests me as far as another soul I can feed to the shadows. You on the other hand…” Before Bakura could work out how to retaliate the Egyptian stepped up and wrapping his arms around the surprised thief’s neck pulled him into a heated kiss. Bakura finally regained is control snaking a hand around the other’s head and grabbing his hair. Marik let out an angry growl as he was pulled away and a blade slipped under his jaw.

“I haven’t got time for this,” said the thief calmly. “And I’m getting cold. How about we make a deal. We’ll duel. The loser gets sent to the shadow realm. Everyone’s happy.”

“Fine.” Marik laughed at the thief’s shocked expression and took the opportunity to kick his feet from under him following Bakura to the floor. “I still get to find out why the fuck this body’s so happy to see you.”

“No you bloody well don’t!” sneered Bakura lashing out with the rod. Marik caught his hand bringing the blade up to his mouth.

“intimidating.” He gave the metal a suggestive lick. Suddenly he leant forward forcing the thief’s hand back behind his head catching the other one on the way. “Still I think I will.”


It was surprisingly hard to throw someone off when they spread their weight over your arms. Bakura scowled as he realised his was pinned. It was somewhat inconvenient. He wasn’t going to be outdone like this.

“Fucking maniac,” he mumbled before giving a hiss as the other took a bite out of his collarbone.


Marik moved cautiously onto the thief’s neck marvelling at the creamy white skin the broke so easily it his teeth. The thief was relaxed beneath him which was odd. It was as if he was waiting for the opportunity to strike. The constant threat sent a shiver down his spine. This was going to be a good evening.


Bakura patiently let the other explore his body carefully measuring how much weight was forcing down his arms. Damn the psycho was actually getting him hard. He held in a breath as Marik sucked on a particularly painful bite.

“Get on with it already,” he hissed

“mmm,” came the reply.

Slowly Marik continued to lick up the other’s neck stopping at the thief’s slightly parted lips. He stayed there watching the slight curve of the other’s mouth moving onto the deep brown eyes. A shiver went down his spine as he saw the cold disinterested gaze of the spirit.

“You’re hot”

“I know” replied Bakura. “you’re a maniac.” Marik grinned and leant down further so their noses nearly touched. He could feel the thief’s warm breath. That wicked mouth just asking to be explored. Bakura slightly parted amused lips as the other slipped into an inquisitive and then a demanding kiss.
Marik gave a surprised laugh as Bakura snatched a hand free and ran it through his golden hair. Marik moaned into the other’s mouth as Bakura’s hand slipped under his belly and into his pants. The spirit chuckled as the Egyptian bit his lip. He moved his hand along the already hard shaft.

“Answered your question yet Marik?” asked Bakura leisurely stroking the sensitive skin.

“Close but I think fucking you would be more than enough Bakura!”
Marik was becoming a welcome warmth straddling his belly and Bakura was sorry to have to roll over and throw his opponent off pinning him.

“ahh!” Marik half screamed half laughed as suddenly the odds were turned. He waited patiently as Bakura positioned himself.

“I think if you’re wearing too much to be doing anything Ishtar,” said Bakura running a hand under the other’s top. A smile curved his lips as he felt Marik shiver from the cool touch. He slipped both hands under the garment forcing it up and over the Yami’s willing head. Once free he threw it next to his long forgotten pile of clothes. The sight of a perfectly tanned body greeted him. Marik’s eyes fixed on his a malicious smile graced his features as he moved his hand to run his fingers through the thief’s hair.

“now this feels strangely familiar.” Noted the Egyptian smirking. “I want to try something new.” Suddenly he sat up pulling Bakura back head first.


Through the background pain in his skull Bakura felt himself being pushed back further. Well he’d be damned if Marik was going to get away with doing anything his way. Biting his lip he twisted, bringing up a leg against the bastard’s stomach and kicked. A slight cry escaped his lips as he felt his hair almost pulled out. Nonetheless he could see through watering eyes how painfully the other Yami had landed.


Marik swore contently. He was having the time of his life. He disregarded the pain that lanced through his shoulder.
Bakura had got back up on his feet watching him in bored pretence. Marik grinned and opened up his arms.

“Hey Bakura, I still want to play!”

“Well I don’t!”

“Don’t be so grumpy Bakura. It’ll be fun!” Marik stepped closer arms still held out wide.

“I don’t care. The only game I want with you is a shadow game.” Bakura kept his ground a slight hint of suspicion entering his stance.

“Oh you’ll get your shadow game, after this hug,” grinned Marik leaping foward onto the thief. Bakura was ready for an attack but not for a balancing act. As he toppled back, his head came painfully in contact with the floor almost blacking out his vision.

-second bloody time tonight- He grit his teeth against the pain. Panting was becoming very hard. A warm weight has settled on his chest. He tried to roll over but something was stopping him. Cracking open one eye he managed to vaguely make out a swirl of colours and bright light. Sharp pain touched his jaw making him open his mouth to let out a breath. Suddenly something warm and wet slipped in and pressed against his lips.

-Marik. Bastard-

Thinking was difficult but battling the invasive exploration of his mouth was simple enough. He could still taste a hint of himself in the other’s mouth. Marik. He tasted the same as before. Logical: It was the same body. Malik though never moved his tongue like this. A sharp bite on his lip made Bakura open his eyes and look straight into the mad gaze of the rogue Ishtar.

“good thief.” The smug smirk was beginning to piss him off.

“Shut up Marik,” he hissed back and tried to sit up. The world swam around vaguely around Marik’s smirking face. –damn it to hell- He looked down trying to work out how to breath. When had that psycho managed to get rid of his pants?


Marik was now completly naked and happily sitting on the disorientated thief.

“looks like I’m winning Bakura. Are you missing your pathetic little Malik?” he taunted catching the other’s chin. Bakura stiffened but didn’t say anything still looking confusedly at Marik’s nude form. Marik raised an eyebrow.

“How sweet. The power of love...” He let out a manic laugh tracing a line up to Bakura’s lips with one long, bronze finger standing out brightly against the pale skin of the thief.

“Bet you’ve never been fucked before,” speculated Marik almost as if talking to himself. Bakura opened his mouth to retort but Marik slipped in his finger almost playfully stopping him from speaking. Bakura bit down.

“Mmm. That feels good you know. Don’t worry Bakura, I’ve never fucked anyone before either. So we’re all learners here.”

Bakura snorted in irritation letting go of the other’s thin digit. Marik drew back his distressed finger and stuck it in his mouth sucking on it thoughtfully.

“You’re not fucking me Ishtar get over it. Not your nor Malik!” Suddenly Bakura sat up causing the Egyptian to slide to the floor between his legs.

“change of view, I like it,” drawled Marik, stopping his finger chewing. He moved foward grinding himself into the thief. Bakura let out a breath as Marik’s warm body pressed into his already hard cock. “Still, sometimes you need to learn to lose.” With that the Egyptian abruptly shifted his weight taking the opportunity of Bakura’s poor balance forcing him on his back yet again. He was ready for the hand that came to grab his, catching Bakura’s wrist and forcing it down. The other caught his hair forcing his head back painfully. He caught a glimpse of Bakura’s venomous gaze instantly making him even harder. Ignoring the pain in from his scalp he used a knee force apart the other’s legs pinning one down with his other leg.

“Fuck you Marik” spat Bakura rearing up and taking a bite at Marik’s exposed neck. The Egyptian hissed in pain but Bakura was hardly surprised when the thing started laughing.


This wasn’t good. Marik seemed indifferent to any pain Bakura could inflict on him and he himself couldn’t move at all. Panic, something he hadn’t experienced for over a millennia suddenly began to set it. This was ridiculous, he’d never been caught like this, obviously Malik’s body had a lot more strength than he’d ever imagined. He could feel the other’s heartbeat through his neck. He tried biting harder.


Marik let out a moan as he felt his skin break from Bakura’s onslaught. He didn’t care. He finally managed to keep the other still. Shifting a little he positioned himself at Bakura’s entrance. The other must have realised this as he increased his struggle. Unfortunately displacing the weight of a very determined psychotic yami was out of the question.

“Relax Bakura. Accept it, I win.” He felt Bakura tense up under him. –Never imagined him being a masochistic type- thought Marik calmly assessing the situation. This was new territory. But while Bakura had taken a break from throwing him off he had to work things out quickly. He added a little pressure, increasing his need to just fuck the hell out of the thief. He saw the body beneath him tense further. He pushed foward more amazed at the new sensation. The bite Bakura was making became even more painful. Marik fancied he heard a slight whimper escape. Grinning to himself and bored of the careful exploration Marik forced his whole shaft in. The pressure on his neck stopped as Bakura fell back arching his body in pain. A hoarse cry of surprise and agony left his slightly parted lips.

“What? Aren’t you going to scream Bakura?” asked Marik in delight the insanely good sensation around his cock spreading out across his body. He had been right. Bakura was so tight this must never have happened to him before. A wicked grin spread across the Yami’s lips. He shifted himself in the tight passage receiving a pained moan from the thief. He pulled back feeling as the body under him relaxed and rammed back in laughing as Bakura bit his lip to stop making any sound.

“Scream Bakura!” laughed Marik. Moving was becoming easier as Bakura’s body adapted to the intrusion. The thief’s hand moved down from Marik’s hair to his back nails digging in. Marik smirked. “I’ve experienced worse... Marik” breathed Bakura gritting his teeth as the other forced himself in again. This time he gave a gasp as Marik hit his prostate. Marik arced his back in pleasure overwhelmed by the sensation of being buiried deep within the thief. He hissed in appreciation as the other raked his nails down his back opening up the barely healed wounds there.

“I’m sure I can make this your most memorable,” grinned Marik pulling almost completely out before burying himself to the hilt. This time Bakura couldn’t stop the cry that escaped past his guards. Picking up on it Marik increased his pace shifting slightly so that he could easily hit the other’s prostate if he wanted to.


The pain was immense. Bakura forced himself to relax beneath Marik’s attacks but it was too difficult. He knew that probably the only thing lubricating Marik’s movements was his blood. Despite the pain, most probably because of it he was getting impossibly hard. He nearly screamed when Marik it his prostate again. Marik’s free hand snaked itself down Bakura’s torso and down to his cock. Bakura couldn’t help moaning as the added sensation forced him closer to his climax.


“finish it you bastard!” hissed Bakura moving his body to better accommodate Marik’s fast pace.

“Fucking hot Bakura.” Marik felt himself near the edge. He felt Bakura’s muscles tense and nails dig into the Egyptian’s back as he went over the edge pulling Marik down with him.


They collapsed panting, Marik’s hot body pinning them down.


Bakura took a breath.

-he’s going to pay for this- This was decidedly something he would never be doing again. Even though it felt almost... good to have a change of perspective, almost. Bloody Ishtars. Malik owed him big. He looked over at his translucent companion. Malik was sat slumped against the wall eyes closed perspiration on his forehead. Bakura almost snorted, the bastard obviously enjoyed himself. He pulled his hand free wiping sweaty hair out of his eyes. There was a bruise forming on his wrist. Damn. His eyes were drawn to Marik’s content form. The Yami was one of the maddest people he’d come across. Ra help him he could even grow to tolerate the guy but right now it was time kick his bloody psycho arse back to the shadow realm.


With an effort Bakura rolled them over kicking the Egyptian in the process.

“Guess what?” He bent over whispering into his ear. “It’s time to play a bloody good game. You’ll love it to
pieces.”

“Would I?” Marik cracked open an eye.

“The loser gets fed to the Shadows and the winner keeps all. Prepare to see the heart of hell Marik.” Sneered Bakura

“I’ll only see it because I’ll be watching you go down there yourself Bakura!”

“Let the Shadow games begin!”

“Can we have a shower first.”

“Fine. Help me the fuck up. I think I’ve forgotten how to bloody walk.”

END
Probably be an epilogue...