Bakura stifled a moan, the falling water hiding the wet smack of skin against skin. But the shower was not loud enough to hide his voice; never enough for that.
"Someone's going to hear," Marik hissed, thrusting roughly into him. "And then…you're going to be sorry."
"Why," he panted, flashing a hazy grin over his shoulder. "You afraid they'd want to join in?"
"But of course." Marik's teeth grazed his neck, his breath cool against the hot water raining down on them both. "You remember the last time you tried to get me to play nicely with others…how well that went?"
Bakura rolled he eyes. "If you hadn't been hiding in the closet with a mask on, she wouldn't have run away with our money."
"If you hadn't gone to get a whore," Marik slammed into him again, fingers digging into his hips. "I wouldn't have had to do a damn thing."
"I thought it would have…livened things up a bit."
"You should have just asked. I have plenty of ways of livening things up—"
"—Like fucking me in a gym shower?"
Marik stopped, cuffing him upside the head. "You want to get yourself off then?"
Bakura smiled. "Do you?"
He was silent for a moment, then slammed him up against the wall. "Just shut up."