Fire and Ice
A/N: Just another random oneshot from the randomest author. Hope you like it.
Disclaimer: Still ain't mine.
Lips met in a bruising way. Angry and full of lust. No love, no sweet nothings. Just lust and pain. And hate. They hated each other so much. It was wrong. But felt so right. They were so different yet so the same. They both wanted to see the fall of the Pharaoh. They both hated life as it were. They hated everything really that wasn't themselves. But they each had different reasons to. The fire wanted the fall of the Pharaoh because he believed that it was him that should be the Pharaoh, whereas the ice longed to see his defeat for revenge.
"This is so wrong." The fire cried in pleasure. The ice silenced him with a kiss and smirked into it.
They paused again when their lips met again. "I hate you, Bakura." The fire declared. The ice smirked that infamous smirk of his. "Likewise, Marik. Now shut up."
A/N: Really short. Really crappy. Really sucky. I hate it so if you want to, flame me. Cuz I think I would. Whatever. Peace out.