-I apologize for the massive delays in uploading new stories. Even though it's summer, I've been filled with pure depression, and I lost my will for writing stories. But good news, one day I suddenly had the itch to write a new story, so here we go! It's a short Thiefshipping story that contains EXPLICIT content in later chapters. Come on, this isn't rated M just for shits and giggles.
Hard to Get
Chapter 1
That was the last straw. The Pharaoh had foiled their plans yet again. Anything and everything they tried, failed. Marik had lost all hope, and resigned from the Evil Council presidency, and soon cancelled it altogether. He announced this during their last meeting, which took place in a dark and damp alley in Battle City. Upon the organization's cancellation, Pegasus, Weevil, Rex, Umbra and Lumis had left, to go about their lives. Marik was facing a brick wall that belonged to a bar, his arms crossed in a distraught manner, and his Millennium Rod securely attached under his belt strap.
"You can leave now, Bakura..." He said coldly, staring at the wall as if it were some deep abyss of emptiness. Bakura was standing behind Marik, but he did not move a muscle. He stared at the darkened figure of Marik's backside, his body only lighted barely by a flickering streetlight.
"But... Where would I go?" Bakura shrugged, looking up at the night sky and stars.
"I don't know... Somewhere away from me," Marik replied, rolling his eyes. Bakura walked over and kicked a soda can on the ground, the aluminum hitting the brick wall cracking the silence like shattering glass.
"I have no place to stay," Bakura said plainly. He did not want to admit it, but he did not want to leave Marik. The two had formed a friendship over time, and as much as he would hate to say it, he actually cared about him.
"Then stay in an abandoned apartment or something..." Marik suggested, still staring at the wall. Bakura could tell Marik was extremely pissed off, and he could not blame him. He walked up to him and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Look, I know you're mad about that bloody Pharaoh always ruining our plans... But I don't want to lose our friendship over this..." He said to him. Marik turned and looked into Bakura's eyes.
"You're right. I don't want to leave you behind, Bakura," he replied. "You're the only friend I have nowadays..." He added and looked down sadly.
"And you're the only friend I have as well..." Bakura then looked off to the side. "In fact, you're the only friend I've ever had," he muttered softly. Marik scoffed.
"You're over 3,000 years old, I'm sure you've made plenty of friends," he looked away from Bakura as well.
"No. Everyone's always hated me. Marik, what you did for me back at the Battle City Tournament on that blimp was... was special..." He cringed at using that word. "It showed to me that you really were my friend, and you wanted to stick by me even at the very end when your bloody Yami tried to kill us both. You had the choice to disappear and leave me behind when that fire blast from the Winged Dragon of Ra was about to vanquish me, and you chose to stay there with me and suffer the same consequences... Marik..." Bakura took a deep breath. "Marik, that meant a lot to me," he looked back at him. Marik glanced back at Bakura.
"Well I couldn't just leave you like that..." Marik felt his cheeks flush slightly and he looked at the ground. He then sighed heavily. "I guess you could stay in my apartment, you friggin' sap," he narrowed his eyes at Bakura, who smirked at him.
"Thanks," he answered and then shoved Marik into a nearby trashcan, making him stumble and fall right into it. The quiet night atmosphere did not take kindly to this loud racket. Marik snarled at Bakura and quickly got up.
"You friggin idiot! We could be caught! Do you want to go to jail?" Marik growled and slapped Bakura on the face. Bakura smirked from the slap.
"You hit like a girl, you pussy," he sneered, then his smirk on his face was met with Marik's fist, punching him in the jaw with surprising force and vigor, which knocked Bakura right onto his ass.
"Shut the fuck up!" Marik hissed at him, his fist still clenched. Bakura groaned, some blood trickling out of his mouth. He flicked his tongue out and licked it off, then chuckled as he got up off of the ground.
"I knew you had it in you. You just need the right buttons pushed," he grinned.
"I'll push your buttons! I'll push your buttons so hard you'll-..." His threat was interrupted by Bakura's insane burst of laughter.
"What?" Marik growled.
"Oh, nothing," Bakura snickered, laughing at the pun Marik didn't even know he used. He then smirked at him. "I'd like you to push all of my buttons, Marik," he winked at him. Marik stared at him in a confused stupor.
"What the hell does that even mean?" Marik threw his arms up in the air and walked off. As Marik walked off in an enraged hissy fit, Bakura couldn't help but to smirk to himself.
"He looks sexy when he's pissed off like that…" He said softly to himself, narrowing his deep chocolate eyes at the dramatic Egyptian.
"You can forget about staying at my apartment, you dingus!" Marik shouted as he continued to walk off with his fists clenched and his arms straight downward. Bakura pouted and followed him.
"No, please let me stay!" He cringed when he used the dreaded 'p' word. "Please?" He added in one more time. Marik stopped in his tracks and turned around to face him. There was fire lit up in his lavender eyes.
"You're lucky I can't stay mad at you, asshole…" He grumbled. Bakura smirked.
"So I still can?"
"I suppose… But you better not get in the way of my routine!" He threatened.
"Your… routine?" Bakura raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, I'm talking about my morning routine of course. I take a shower, then I dry my hair and style it, and I do all my other hygienic procedures," Marik explained. Bakura tried not to burst into laughter.
"Marik, you're so gay and you don't even know it!" He smirked at him. Marik seemed to be greatly offended by this. His eyes widened in shock and he whipped around, grabbing Bakura's shoulders and snarling at him.
"DON'T say that… I am NOT gay!" He growled, and with that, he gave Bakura a slight shove as he let go of him, and stormed off down the sidewalk towards his apartment. Behind Marik's back, Bakura rolled his eyes and chuckled softly.
"Sure you aren't," he said. "And before tonight ends, I'm going to make him prove it…" He grinned in a villainous, mischievous way to himself, a dead giveaway that he had something nasty planned up the sleeves of his pitch black trench coat. He followed Marik to his apartment, and when they got inside, Marik immediately collapsed onto the couch. It was like he almost forgot Bakura was his guest. Bakura looked around the apartment, kicking off his shoes and taking off his jacket. It was very neatly kept, there was the living room as the main part of the apartment, with a kitchen attached to it, and then a hallway that Bakura guessed led to the bedroom and a bathroom.
"Nice place you have, Marik," Bakura said and sat down in a chair that was next to the couch, where Marik was sprawled out on, one of his legs up on the back of the couch, and the other leg dangling down to the ground. He shrugged.
"I guess so. It gets boring here though… The light of my day is going to the Evil Cou-…" He froze his sentence when he realized the council no longer existed, and then suddenly realized that was the only time he got to see Bakura. Could it be that it wasn't the Evil Council meetings and presidency that was the light of his day, but instead it was Bakura? He shook that thought out of his head.
"It's okay, Marik, you didn't need those guys. Now we're all going to go our own separate paths and achieve our own goals," Bakura stated. Marik sat up on the couch, and looked at Bakura with a hint of extreme worry in his eyes. He didn't want Bakura to leave him and go his own separate path. He wanted him to stay. He bit his bottom lip.
"B-Bakura… I… I don't want you to go," he looked down at the carpet. Bakura raised an eyebrow.
"Oh really? I thought you hated me," he smirked.
"No… You're my friend, Bakura… Please don't leave me," Marik said sadly. Bakura grinned more with triumph. This was what he wanted Marik to say all along. It was a part of his master plan. He pretended to sigh.
"Alright, I'll stay with you," he said. Marik's eyes lit up with pure joy and happiness and he leaped off of the couch, and tackled Bakura in the chair, almost making it fall backwards and sending them both plummeting to the ground. He hugged him tight and close.
"Oh thank you, Kura!" He beamed happily. Bakura's eyes widened and he couldn't help but to stifle out a soft groan as he felt Marik's warm body press up against his.