A/N: Hey peeps/readers! New story! Yay! Lemon! Yaoi only for this chapter! Maybe... :p Favorite Drug:

Bakura: BakuraLOLZ99 doesn't own anything!

Prologue

Bakura burst through the doors of Marik's room on the blimp, punching the Yami in the face, knocking him to the ground. "Alright, you buggering bastard! Tell your stupid Hikari to leave me the fuck alone!" Bakura yelled angrily, scowling at Marik.

Marik smirked, wiping off the blood that came from his lip, standing up. Chuckling psychotically as he walked up to the angered Yami, licking his lips desirably. "I'd rather talk to you, Bakura.." he whispered in Bakura's ear, licking it.

Bakura's eyes widened, pushing Marik away quickly. Bakura found himself at loss when he bumped into the wall, his heart pounding through his pale chest. Bakura had never felt this helpless in so long... Bakura honestly did not like it very much. But Bakura was stuck in Marik's evil and sinister clutches for him to do whatever he wanted with the pale Yami.

Marik stepped even closer, till there was barely any space at all between the two males, a evil smirk plastered on his face, lust filled his violet eyes. Oh, for he could not wait to have his way with the Yami. "I'm going to make you beg for mercy... I'm going to make you scream for mercy from the pleasure..." Marik whispered sinisterly into Bakura's ear.

Bakura scoffed, trying to hide the terror he really felt. "I'd hate to see you try." Honestly, Bakura was actually turned on by the Egyptian Yami, but he was still afraid. Not of Marik, but of... Yeah, Bakura was a virgin. What? He had spent so much of his time on planning for revenge that he never did have time for pleasures. Bakura found himself actually wanting the tall, tan Egyptian... More needing. Ra, how he had the sudden desire to be filled...

Marik smirked at seeing the lust grow in Bakura's eyes, as well as the bulge in his pants. "You want it, too, don't you, spirit?" the Yami whispered lustfully in the others ear.

Bakura found himself nodding slowly. What was he doing? This wasn't suppose to happen! He had originally planned to kick Marik's ass because Malik wouldn't shut the fuck up about getting his own body back. Bakura's plan failed! Fuck. Literally.

Bakura was ripped out of his thoughts as Marik pressed his lips to his. Bakura gasped in shock, only giving the tanned man the opportunity to slide his tongue in, starting a battle with the others tongue. Bakura moaned softly, his hands pulling at Marik's hair, making the tanned Yami groan in pleasure.

Pain.

Pleasure.

Blood.

It was all the same for the two psychotic Yami's. Pain brought blood, and those things brought pleasure.

Marik started taking off Bakura blue and white striped shirt in the kiss, the hungry, needed kiss. Marik broke away from the kiss, kissing down Bakura's neck, sucking hard to leave marks, moving down his collarbone, reaching his erect nipples, taking one in his mouth, sucking and biting.

Bakura whimpered slightly when Marik bit hard, moaning quickly when Marik licked it in apology. Bakura's breath hitched in his pale throat as Marik moved even lowly, licking and sucking as he went, finally reaching his pants. Marik smirked before he, very, very, very slowly, took the grey article of clothing down. Bakura kicked the offensive clothing off his legs, and to the other side of the room.

Marik snickered some, looking up at Bakura with half lidded eye, a smirk plastered on his tan features. "Eager, I see."

Bakura glared slightly, his breath coming in soft pants. "Let's just get this over and done with."

Marik rolled his eyes, snickering again when Bakura gasped as he picked him up and through him on the bed in the corner of the room. Marik jumped back on top of Bakura, his expression as prideful as a lion when it catches its prey. Marik lent back down, capturing Bakura's lips again, slipping his tongue in, exploring the others hot mouth.

Bakura ran his hands along Marik's strong arms, going up till he reached the little chain that held the dark purple cape on his broad shoulders. Bakura unhooked the clasp, slowly sliding it off Marik's shoulders, teasing him a little. Marik groaned in irritation and anticipation, making Bakura smirk triumphantly.

Marik got out of the kiss, throwing his cape off, then he quickly took off his snug, black tank top, revealing his tan upper body.

Bakura felt his mouth water at the sight of the gorgeous body. Oh Ra... How much he just wanted to touch it... Bakura leaned up, grabbing Marik's hip to keep him steady as he took one of Marik's nipple in his mouth, loving the sound of Marik gasping in the surprise attention and feeling. Bakura rubbed his teeth against the erected nub, swirling his tongue, biting, licking, and doing anything he could think of that would make Marik gasp or moan.

Marik pushed Bakura back down suddenly, glaring at him slightly. "I don't think so, spirit."

Bakura scowled, locking eyes with the young Egyptian Yami. "Fine. Proceed, Marik. Let's just get this over and done with." Bakura grumbled.

Marik smirked, licking his lips. "Good."

Bakura grumbled to himself as he began taking off Marik's pants, throwing them to the ground with disgust, laying back down on the small bed, a scowl on his face, his red brown eyes narrowed in Marik's direction.

Marik pouted, a smirk still noticeable on his face through his lustful eyes. "Don't be like that, Bakura! You'll get what you want soon enough."

Bakura's glare only deepened. "I don't want this. You do, and you won't let me go until you have me. Even I know that." Bakura stated cruelly and emotionless.

Marik was silent for a moment before a cheeky grin appeared on his face. "Your body says otherwise, Kura." Marik taunted.

Bakura growled. "Cheeky bastard."

Marik chuckled, a sinister smile creeping onto his tan face. "I'd watch what you say, spirit..." Marik warned, "Or I might just have to punish you."

Bakura's breath caught in his throat. "You wouldn't dare..."

Marik smirked. "Try me."

"I'd rather not."

Marik chuckled, rolling his eyes. Marik began taking off the rest of their clothes till they were both finally naked. Marik looked at Bakura with cation in his eyes, asking if it might be okay.

Bakura sighed, nodding for him to continue on.

Marik entered Bakura ass with no warning or anything.

Bakura groaned in pleasure and pain, his hands grabbing onto Marik's shoulders as his nails dug into them, dark red blood seeping from the small cuts, and down both of their arms.

Marik made his thrusts slow at first, loving how Bakura's tight walls hugged his cock painfully; but gave the latter extreme pleasure. Marik wanted to fuck Bakura senseless, but he also wanted this to last as long as possible, for he knew he would probably wouldn't ever have this chance for a very long time.

Bakura groaned, grabbing a fist full of Marik's ash blonde hair in his hands, pulling hard. "Faster!"

Marik chuckled, but complied. The sound of their skin slapping together only made the two Yami's more turned on. Marik growled in pleasure, connecting his lips with Bakura's, biting down on his bottom lip. Marik sucked hard to take in almost every last drop that came from Bakura's lip, loving how the pale Yami shuddered in pain and pleasure. Marik smirked slightly, giving one hard thrust.

Bakura gasped and moaned.

Marik smirked even wider, licking Bakura's bottom lip. "Mm. Found it." he stated, hitting the bundle of nerves relentlessly.

"Ah...! Ahh! Hnnn...!" Bakura threw his head back, moaning loudly.

Marik chuckled, grabbing the Millennium Rod from his pants on the ground, hitting the bundle of nerves harder and faster every time. Marik lowered the rod to Bakura's chest, carving the Eye of Horus on his chest; his whole chest.

Bakura muffled a scream, digging his nails into Marik's shoulders as hard as he could, the blood trailed violently fast. Bakura panted and moaned at how alive he felt. Ra, how he had missed that feeling... That rush. Bakura glanced down at his bloody chest, watching intently as Marik licked the blood off, Bakura shuddered violently as Marik continued to lick and thrust.

"Say my name." Marik ordered, leaning back up, looking down at Bakura with his half lidded, lust filled eyes. Marik gave another hard thrust.

"A-Ahh! M-Marik..." Bakura said shakily, shuddering.

Marik smirked at how vulnerable Bakura looked, how delicious he looked.

Bakura's hair was sprawled out all over, blood in some spots; his eyes half lidded and dazed as he watched Marik lustfully, drool mixed with blood came out of his mouth, for the pleasure was almost to much to bare. Sweat and blood covered his body, as well as Marik's.

Marik growled, giving one last, hard thrust.

"MARIK!" Bakura yelled, going over the edge.

Marik growled as Bakura's walls tightened even harder around his cock, sending the Egyptian Yami to his breaking point, releasing inside Bakura, growling his name lowly.

The two panted, sometimes leaving bruising kisses on each other.

Marik smirked as he walked into the dark room that held the unconscious body of his Hikari's brother, pulling out the Millennium Rod. He unsheathed the knife within the golden item, walking closer to Rashid to where the Rod's knife was almost touching his forehead. "Time to die once and for all." Marik declared, bringing the item all the way up again, ready to till his light's brother.

A deep, throaty voice chuckled darkly from the other side of the pitch black room.

Marik growled, clenched the Rod tighter. "Who's there!"Marik yelled, glaring in the direction of where he had heard the voice.

The figure walked into the light from the window.

Marik growled again, a slight smirk on his face. "Bakura... Nice to see you again. Back for more?" he asked cockily.

Bakura scoffed. "You wish. I'm here to get your annoying light's body back." Bakura stated, "The thing I had originally came to see you for."

Marik narrowed his eyes as he continued to look at Bakura. Bakura had to be the most stubborn person he had ever met.

"I challenge you to a Shadow Game, Marik." Bakura said suddenly, a cocky smirk on his face. "If I win, I get the Rod and Malik gets his body back, sending you to the deepest depths of the Shadow Realm."

Marik raised a thin, blonde eyebrow. "And if I win...?"

Bakura was silent for moment, before he finally muttered, "Anything you wish."

Marik smirked widely. "And I'm guessing you get sent to the Shadow Realm, too, if I win, isn't that right?"

Bakura nodded slowly.

Marik frowned. "Pity. I guess I can't have a very good prize then... Other than staying here, of course."

Bakura was silent, turning away from Marik as he opened the door. "Let's just get this over and done with..."

Marik smirked, following Bakura suit. Too bad Bakura has no idea that I change the cards in my deck.

Marik frowned as he watched Bakura say his final remarks to him. He watched as Bakura started fading away completely.

Bakura smirked at the expression on Marik's face. "AW! Why so sad, Marik? You'll see me again! I promise!" Bakura growled, fading away completely.

Marik clenched his fist tightly. "Dammit, Bakura." Marik laughed slightly, his blonde bangs hiding his face. "You're so stubborn."