Marik yanked the knot forcefully, smirking as it held. The grin was mirrored on Bakura's face as he watched him hungrily, straining against the ropes binding him to the chair. The purple shirt hit the floor quickly, muscles of his toned chest flexing in the dying desert sunset. Bakura let out a slight grunt of longing.

"You want this, do you?" Marik asked, brushing a hand across his chest. "You want me?"

"Stop fucking around," he growled. "I let you tie me up—"

"Oh please." Marik laughed. "You begged me—"

"Shut up and do what you promised."

There was a twinkle in Marik's eye as he sat back on the bed, leaning back. "I don't think so. Maybe I'll just let you sit there and bask in my glory." He threw his head back lazily, unzipping his pants and beginning to stroke himself. He heard Bakura strain against the chair and chuckled, meeting his gaze.

"Am I teasing you terribly?" he asked, grinning. "Does this make you hot?"

"Fuck. You."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Marik moaned demonstratively, his fingers alternating between speeding up and slowing down. "You want to touch me, to feel this rubbing up against you."

Bakura moaned. He bucked against the ropes as Marik's back left the sheets, his thumb brushing across the tip with a mewl of pleasure. "Get over here, or so help me—"

"You'll what?" Marik sat up with a gleam in his eye. "You'll fuck me?" He strode over, grabbing the bottle of lube from the dresser with a wicked smile. He circled him once, running a light finger around his neck before swinging back around. "You want me, hm?" He demanded, grabbing him roughly. Bakura's face was only a breath away from his, brown on purple and never blinking. Marik coated him slowly, his own cock barely brushing Bakura's. He could feel Bakura trying not to rise to meet his touch and relished in it, just hovering over his body with an undaunted smile.

"Marik," the spirit growled, his resolve waning. "Get. on with it."

"Patience," Marik replied. "Good things to those who wait…and all that." He slid down onto him, swallowing Bakura's moan with a sweeping kiss as they rocked back and forth. The chair squeaked violently as they slammed into one another, Bakura thrusting up as Marik ground him back down. He braced himself against the back of the chair, his body entangled in Bakura's trapped frame. He could feel every twitch and and thrust from his partner below, every gasp for air as Marik drove him wild. The chair rocked dangerously as their movements hastened, frantically chasing the high that they could both feel coming, that was only seconds away if they could only just push themselves hard enough—

Neither of them noticed a voice calling Marik's name, nor the door swinging open, until it was too late.

Ishizu screamed.

Marik jumped.

Bakura swore.

And the chair tipped just enough to send the two boys crashing to the ground, just as the door slammed back into its frame.