OK WOW I havn't written anything in a REALLY long time. I've been suffering from the worst case of writers block know to man I swear! Then suddenly believe it or not, I managed to write this at like 2:30 in the morning, influenced entirely by a picture I had just drawn.
PLEASE ENJOY! =D
I could tell instantly that something was off. His hair was a mess - a huge contrast to his usual well combed soft silky hair. His eyes were filled with a powerful lust that I had never seen from him before, and a grin that almost mimicked my own signiture smirk played a crossed his face.
"Marik?"
Me saying his name was like a match lighting a fuse. He swiftly started to aproach me, that dangerous look of want still on his beautiful face. I started to back away, completely confused by his strange behavior.
Suddenly I collided with the bed, the back of my knees hitting the edge, making them cave in involuntarily. I fell back, landing on my butt on the bed.
I heard dark chuckling that was completely out of character for Marik. I glared up at him, about to snap at him for laughing at me, but stopped dead as I saw his face mere centimeters from my own. He began to crawl onto my lap, ever so slowly, driving my senses insane. Never before had he been so forward, so wanting, so intense.
"Marik, what the bloody hell are you doing?" I mentally kicked myself as I heard how breathy and non-threatening I sounded.
He pressed a finger against my lips and moved so close his lips were pressed against my ear.
"Shhhhh, Just relax Bakura" he whispered, his warm breath tickling my ear. Suddenly, I felt the wet sensation of his tongue running along the edge of my ear, making my eyes grow wide. I tried to push him away, but was amazed at his unusual strength; I couldn't budge him. With one hand he grabbed hold of my wrists and pulled them over my head. He pushed me down so I was now lying on my back, with him on top of me, completely pinning me.
"I thought I told you to relax" he smirked down at me.
Now this was getting ridiculous. This was NOT Marik. The Marik I knew was a small, non-intimidating, girly-boy that was mine do what I pleased with. This imposter here was the exact opposite.
"Who are you?" I growled, trying desperately to free myself from his grasp.
"That hurts Kura, We've been partners for how long now?" he replied, still smirking at me. Before I could shoot back a retort, he ran his free hand under my shirt, making me gasp in surprise. He swiftly took this opportunity to kiss me and slide his tongue in. I growled again and bit down as hard as I could, and couldn't help but smirk as the taste of blood started to fill my mouth. He quickly pulled away, his now-bleeding tongue hanging out of his mouth.
"Well," he said "that wasn't very nice of you."
"Yeah, well it's not too nice pretending to be someone your not either" I smirked.
He grinned back down at me and ran his fingers down my side until they reached the waistline of my jeans, sending shivers up and down my spine.
"Perceptive aren't we? Though, I'm not really 'pretending' to be that girly partner of yours, I'm more like the improved version of him."
"And what the bloody hell does that mean?" I snapped, glaring up at him.
"Exactly what I said - I'm the improved version. I'm stronger, and smarter," with each word his hand started creeping lower and lower. "And better." And with that he groped me hard. I let out an involuntary groan that I instantly regretted. He pressed his face right up to mine, so our noses were touching.
"Allow me to demonstrate just what I mean"
