Summery: Bakura wants Marik. Bad. And he intends to have him.

Pairings: Bakura and Marik

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Yugioh or these characters in any way, shape, or form. I have NOTHING to do with the series. This is just for fun and should not be associated with any company that could sue me.

Warnings: Lemon, Yaoi, (A little dark to begin with but not much)

A Desire, A Want, A Need

Bakura entered the room and slammed the door. Marik didn't hear him. He was sitting in the room he had shared with Bakura for about a month now, with his music turned way up in his headphones. He was used to Bakura going off on a tirade without any good reason whenever he came home (usually about how Ryou was destroying his evil reputation) so he had learned to just ignore him.

But today, Bakura had something other than his reputation on his mind.

Marik was sitting on his bed facing toward the window across the room with his back to the door. He was leaning forward over a book and nodding to the music. He had on his purple shirt that Bakura could see was undone by how much of the tattoo on his back was showing. His skin-tight black jeans gently caressed his ass in such perfection that Bakura could see the outline of his briefs underneath them. The golden bands on his arms shone in the light of the setting sun streaming through the window. Bakura had to have him.

First he made absolutely sure that he couldn't hear him.

"Marik" he hissed. No reaction.

"Marik" he called out. His head still kept time with his music.

One last time for good measure: "MARIK!"

Marik turned the page in his book without a word. That was all that he needed. Without turning around, Bakura locked the door behind him. He walked up behind him, being careful not to betray himself, and breathed in his sent. His sandy-colored hair gave off a sent of vanilla and cocoanut. It drove him insane. He felt himself growing hard and could barely control himself.

Marik turned another page. Bakura couldn't tell what book it was and he really didn't care. He was just about ready to take him. He was so close to him.

Marik yawned and stretched, causing Bakura to jump back behind his own bed, which was next to Marik's but closer to the door. He counted to five before he looked up again. He suppressed a yelp as his member became painfully hard against his pants and gulped instead.

Marik's stretch had almost completely removed his shirt. It hung around his elbows and the collar dipped just low enough to drop below the belt loops on his jeans. His tattoo was fully revealed and his skin glowed. He had to have him. He had to have him now. He crept up behind him again. But this time he wasn't going to back off.

This time he sat on Marik's bed behind him but he still didn't care. Marik knew he was in the room now but he just figured he had kicked the bed like he tended to do when he was upset. Marik rolled his eyes and turned another page.

Bakura couldn't stand it any longer. He reached around Marik and quickly put both his hands down the front of his skinny black pants and grabbed his left inner thigh with one and his member with the other.

Marik jumped up, dropping his book on the floor and pulling his shirt back onto his shoulders. His headphones were left on the bed still on full blast. He stared at Bakura for a few seconds, unable to speak. Bakura grinned and lunged at him. Marik tried to run but Bakura was too quick. He pinned him to the floor, holding his wrists above his head, and kissed him roughly on the lips, pleading for entrance.

Marik was scared, but still he kept him out. He had never seen him like this before. Sure, he had a slight crush on Bakura, but he had never expected this. He didn't even know Bakura liked guys until now. Marik shook as Bakura pulled away from his lips and looked at him, still grinning despite his failure to claim Marik's mouth.

He leaned in close to Marik's ear and urgently whispered, "I will have you."

Marik shut his eyes tight as his unexpected admirer licked his ears one at a time, gently removing his golden earrings with his tongue. Each one fell to the floor with a slight 'chink'. He was powerless and he knew it. Bakura's knees were on either side of his waist and he had his hands pinned above his head. All he could do was say,

"Please. Don't…"

Bakura chuckled quietly in Marik's ear. "But, I've already told you. I. WILL. Have. You. So just relax now Mari-Kun. And besides," now he sat up, not releasing his grip on Marik's wrists, "I thought you liked me. I've seen you look and blush. I wasn't sure at first, but then I found what I was looking for." He released on wrist to brush a stray piece of blond hair out of Marik's eyes. "Your journal."

Marik's eyes grew wide. Bakura smirked. That was the exact reaction he expected. Marik thought his secrets were safe. Nobody here could've read it! He wrote the journal he kept in hieroglyphics, so that if someone did find it in its hiding place, they couldn't read it. But then he remembered: He had taught Bakura how to read them. Bakura had asked one day and he hadn't thought anything of it. He never thought he would find it.

"I have to admit, you were very clever in hiding it from me. I didn't know you had one for a long time. But I suppose I should explain a little." Marik was beginning to feel Bakura's massive erection and was starting to get a bit turned on. "One day I was angry at Ryou and accidently stomped down on the floor enough to push my foot through. As I tried to pull myself out I fell and something moved under my bed." Here, he shook his head at Marik. "I mean, I would've never looked beneath the floorboards under my bed for your secrets. But enough talk. I want you NOW."

Bakura tried to kiss Marik's lips again, but this time Marik was ready. He had a free hand now. He shoved Bakura off and tried to get to the door.

But something stopped him. Nothing that Bakura had done, but something deep inside himself. And the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to be back on that floor, feeling Bakura's boner against his hips.

He turned around. Bakura was still sitting on the floor, grinning that evil grin he had been wearing since Marik had first jumped up and left him on the bed, crouching like lioness stalking it's pray. He tossed his glistening white hair back closing his eyes and shedding the blue over shirt he wore over his striped one. His mussels were flawless and were highlighted by the tight shirt that covered them. How he wanted to just touch them…

'No! This is wrong! He's just confused, and so are you.' He thought to himself. But he had never been more certain of anything in his life. He loved Bakura.

'But he doesn't love you. He's only using you to-' Marik's train of thought was lost when Bakura stood up and began to walk towards him. He was still grinning but his eyes were different, somehow softer. Marik backed up until he hit the wall beside the door. Bakura stood in front of his and put his hands on either side of Marik's head, being careful not to catch his hair as he did.

"I'm sorry Mari-kun," Bakura said somewhat sincerely, but it was hard to stay focused because he was still incredibly hard from before, "But you're just so damn hot, I got ahead of myself. Please," Bakura looked him up and down, licking his lips in lust. He was about to attack again when Marik wrapped his arms around his neck and pressed his lips to his.

Bakura was shocked at first and then relaxed into the kiss. When Marik broke away he looked into Bakura's eyes and smiled.

"Why don't we start just a little more gently" Marik bit his lip before leaning toward Bakura's ear and adding in a sexy whisper, "then, we can play as rough as you want."

Bakura closed his eyes and moaned as Marik rubbed the bulge in his pants as he spoke those words into his ear. Marik moved out from under Bakura's arms and started toward the window to close the blinds.

Bakura spun around, "No!" Marik stopped and turned, fearing a repeat of the first attack. But Bakura just smirked. "Leave them open. The light is perfect and it'll be dark soon. Besides, the whole world could watch and I wouldn't care." He stepped forward and took Marik's hands in his.

He led him, carefully this time, back to his bed.

He turned him and laid him on his back on the bed. Marik's shirt was still open and Bakura brushed the fabric to the side so that his chest was exposed. He ran his hands over every inch of his chest, memorizing each twitch, each curve, as his tanned skin glistened in the light pouring through the window. He slowly bent over and kissed his neck. Then he moved further down with each kiss. When he got to his navel, he stopped and tilted his eyes towards Marik's, making sure he was still ok with what he was doing.

Marik groaned when the kisses stopped, signaling Bakura to keep moving. He could see a bulge in Marik's pants beginning to grow and grinned. He licked his navel all the way back up to his neck. He moaned in pleasure as his love made his way back to his lips.

He kissed him gently and licked his bottom lip, begging for entrance again. This time he gained it, and he explored Marik's whole mouth before breaking for air.

Bakura swung his leg over his hips, recreating the position they had been in not five minutes ago. He felt he would explode any minute now, but he knew he still had time. He gently rocked his hips back and forth on top of Marik's causing him to moan. He arched his body just enough to let Bakura take off the purple fabric that still hung on his shoulders.

Marik reached over and pulled Bakura's shirt off, reveling his pale skin and mussels that were concealed under the striped shirt. Bakura let out a moan as Marik sat up under him and licked his nipples one at a time, softly blowing on them when he was through, making them stand erect. The chill made Bakura swallow hard.

Quickly, he ripped off the black jeans and threw them on the floor. He pushed the now nearly naked Egyptian down onto his back again, who was now panting heavily in anticipation. Seeing no point in leaving them there, he pulled the briefs off and shed his remaining clothes.

Bakura let Marik still his breath a little before he slid his pale body down his tan one and licked his unit that was fully erect now.

"B-B-Bakura!" he moaned in pleasure, wanting, no, needing more.

Bakura smirked and kissed Marik's second head before taking him fully into his mouth. Marik panted and moaned louder and louder until he felt himself leaking pre-cum. Bakura made sure to catch every drop.

"B-Bakura" Marik panted desperate for air, "I think it's time for us to try out your way." Bakura smiled again, this time it was pure evil. But Marik smiled back and merely said "I am at your mercy. Do your worst!"

That was what he wanted hear from the beginning.

Without missing a beat, Bakura turned Marik over and said, "Don't move." Marik was scared of what was coming but he knew that he wanted it, so he nodded and grabbed onto the headboard to help brace himself.

Bakura grabbed a lubrication tube he had in the table that separated his bed from the one belonging to the Egyptian boy that now lay naked waiting for Bakura's command. He enjoyed that.

He rubbed it on his hands and used one hand on his own member and the other to lube Marik's waiting ass. He winced as the two fingers entered him. He bit his lip, determined to contain himself.

"Here I come!" And with that, he was inside him. Marik saw stars across his eyes and yelped in pain. Bakura thrust harder and harder into him. He let go of the headboard and instead arched his back and grabbed Bakura's.

"Faster. Faster!" he yelled. He pushed him further into him. His nails left bloody marks in Bakura's back, making him moan in pleasure and pain. Then he hit that spot. Marik bucked and told him, "Again! Oh please! Oh Kami! Hit that again!" Bakura obeyed hitting that magic spot over and over again.

"Oh, Oh, Oh, OOOOOHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed out, unable to hold back anymore. He released all his cum on his bed.

Bakura threw back his head and came inside of his blond partner with a triumphant yell in ecstasy. They wanted to collapse but the sheets were covered with Marik's seed. So they moved to Bakura's bed and Marik laid his head on his lover's pail, well-built chest. As they lay painting, Bakura smiled down at the blond, satisfied that he had fulfilled his promise.

"I told you so." He thought to himself, "I told you I would have you."

"Bakura?" Marik cooed, looking up at his love. "I'm very curious now. What were you planning to do to me, I mean, when you first came in?"

Bakura chucked, making his chest rise and fall under Marik's head. "You'll just have to wait until next time, won't you?" He squeezed his sun-kissed hand in his pale one and that was good enough for Marik.

The sun had been gone a while now and the moon was as round as a Kuriboh. It slowly rose on the other side of the building. It hung high in the sky before the new couple fell asleep.

Well, at least one of them did.

Bakura lie awake, laughing quietly to himself, being careful not to wake Marik. He was his now. He could now do whatever he wanted to him whenever he wanted. He owned him. And he intended to use this power to it's fullest.

Author's Note: Hey readers! This is my first story on Fan Fiction so I'm really open to reviews and ideas for my next ones. This is also the first lemon I've ever written so please let me know how you like it. I'll be writing other kinds of stories too, but if you want me to write another chapter for this, please tell me in a review or PM.

Thanks!

Kanagawa