Marik used the brute force of his entire body to thrust Bakura onto the bed while keeping both arms locked firmly onto Bakura's wrists. The weight of both bodies struck the bed with such forward force it caused the metallic wire head board to slam against the wall. Marik looked down at his victim with the largest smile he could manage and released his grasp on Bakura's wrist, to which allowed Bakura to latch his free hands onto Mariks shoulder blades, digging his nails into Marik's bare flesh, breaking the skin, to which brought the reaction of something other than just Marik's grin growing. Marik drew his nails down along both of Bakura's arms towards the chest. Resisting the strangth of Bakura's arms Marik pushed his body closer towards Bakura's own, close enough he could feel Bakura breath and close enough Bakura could feel Marik's erect penis against the outside of his pants. Marik used both arms, elbows resting against the bed, to tear open Bakura's shirt; ruining it and peeling away fabric from skin until Bakura could only feel the cold of the shinning millenium ring which now touched his bare chest.
Bakura liked fighting Marik in this, he liked it too much. He couldn't ever hide his enjoyment, and Marik knew.
He knew and they kept going because they both wanted this so much.
Marik wanted this...
He loved this lust...
Bakura would fight and eventually gain control over Marik...
Marik would win it back...
They would come out with sweat and blood coating their naked bodies...
Stab wounds...
Sometimes even broken bones...
However, the one thing which would always happen after Marik and Bakura had their violent lustful nights...
Without exception...
Every single time...
Bakura would wake up.
A/N: I should be writing a research paper. I could continue something like this, I just wanted to write a sex scene (This is actually my first one ever) although nothing really happened. I could continue a Psychoshipping (or maybe theifshipping) if anyone is interested.