Okay. I hope u like it, and I'm sorry that it took time for me to start writing this (which had it own paybacks since I think I could have better with this if I would have started writing sooner). Also after reading this tell me if the rating is still good, or should I chance it. This chap includes mostly bronzeshipping.
Mariku pulled himself away from the kiss and looked at Marik. How shocked and angry he looked… How irresistible.
Mariku hear that another said something, but he didn't care about that. Quickly he pushed Marik again against the wall, but just this time instead of hurting him he forced another to share a deep kiss with him.
Marik felt disgusted when he felt another's tongue in his mouth and pushed him away.
"What the hell are you doing?!" he shouted.
"…Yes. What was I doing…" said Mariku to himself looking absent like he had just forget what happened. Then he chuckled: "You taste good".
Marik gulped, that guy was insane…
Quickly younger man got up and moved away.
"Idiot, where are you going?" thorn haired man growled after him. Marik looked at him quickly "Away from you!" then he walked away fast, hoping that another wouldn't stop him. And for Marik's surprise he didn't. Just sat there watching while he walked away.
'Damn, he acts like an offended teenager…' Mariku though and leaned against the wall. He listened the yelling that has again started, or now it just continued louder, he didn't know and didn't care. It was mostly guards yelling those who where fighting, which now included Marik.
Mariku chuckled when he heard him yelling back to guards. His brad said really bad things, and still his mouth tasted so good. '…I wonder what else about him is good' thorn haired man though and smirked.
He got up to go after his new toy but noticed that Marik was already being dragged away back to his cell. As a punishment for fighting, and then yelling to guards. Mariku sighed, now he would have to wait… …well, they were in no hurry yet.
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Young Egyptian stared at the roof bored-to-death. He was lying on his bed without even thinking anything. He didn't know how much clock was but from the window he knew it was already evening. When the guards said he had to be in his room for the rest of the day they weren't kidding. He hadn't even left the cell for dinner.
Marik sighed deeply. Then he raised himself to sit when he heard voices from the door. But when he noticed it was just some guard letting Mariku in he fell back.
Mariku looked at the younger man like he would be waiting him to say something but then he just went to his own bed.
"You know your being really unthankful brat…" he muttered loud enough that Marik heard him. Who turned to look at him annoyed: "What?"
Mariku smirked satisfied to get another's attention: "You heard me. If I wouldn't have helped you today…" "I didn't ask for your help!" Marik snapped and sat up "Don't interrupt me!" older man shouted, but quickly he continued forcing his voice back to calm: "…I'm just saying you should thank me".
"Yea right I'm going to thank you" younger man said and looked at another lazily. "What do you even mean by thanking…" he asked but seemed to lost all his word when he saw how another glared at him. Something in Mariku's eyes made him feel cold shivers.
"Cant you guess?…" Mariku said with malicious glow in his eyes. Marik looked away quickly. "No" he said hoping that he could just ignore another man.
Thorn haired man slowly moved to sit next to him.
"Too bad…" he whispered Marik's ear making him jump a little: "Then I guess I have no other option than show you…"
And faster than Marik could react another pulled him to crushing embrace. Younger one felt his pulse rising for horror when he felt a warm breath against his neck and without even knowing what he did struggled away.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" he yelled and tried to push older man away.
Mariku raised his hand and slapped him across the face strongly.
Marik slowly raised his hand to his cheek, it felt sore. Then he looked at the other man. "I'm not going to thank you like this…" he said mostly to himself.
Mariku laughed displeased and went closer another.
"Fine…" he hissed "…Don't. I don't care. If I cant talk you over don't think I don't have other options".
"You cant force me!" Marik sighed.
"Hmm…?" older man looked at him criticizing: "And why not?"
Marik open his mouth twice to say something but he couldn't think of anything at that situation. Another looked at him and grinned: "See, that's what I thought…"
Younger man felt cold shiver's on his back when he couldn't figure escape.
"Unless… Of course if I don't have to…?" Mariku said slowly, it took a moment to Marik to realize what he heard.
"No way!" he said "I'm not going to just…"
"Fine then…" thorn haired man said.
He pushed Marik quickly against the bed and let his hands wonder inside his shirt.
"What?! Wait, wait!" he screamed. Mariku slowly stop and looked at him curiously: "So?…"
"If… If I would just give in… how would be any different?" younger one said trying to look away. He felt so ashamed when he could see that he was acting exactly like another hoped.
"Obviously…" Mariku said: "It wouldn't hurt you so much, and it would be easier for both of us" and while he speak he stroked Marik's cheek.
Marik felt moment by moment more uncomfortable: "But why…" "Think about as an exchange. You'll let me have you, and I'll… I'll protect you".
"I don't need you to…!" automatically came out, but then Marik felt Mariku pressing his fingers painfully to his face:
"Damn, brat! Wont you never learn! I wont care about you, I just want it to be easier for me!"
Little whine escaped from younger one's lips: "Stop it!"
"Hmp…" thorn haired man snorted "…And now your already begin me. …That lover of yours must be very proud of you".
"Don't talk about him!" Marik hissed.
Mariku moved away from him a bit: "Why do you care? Shouldn't you hate him?…"
"Shut up!"
Older man looked at him, and then spoke with calm voice, calm and almost gentle voice: "I would… If it's true what you said it's your fault you here, in this situation, right now". Marik didn't know what to say. He wanted to tell another to shut up, but just couldn't.
"See brat. All he wanted was to control you. …Don't you want to take revenge on him? …He deserves it" another said looking Marik straight in the eyes. "Yes" younger man whispered.
The man sitting on his lap started slowly sliding his hands on him while speaking: "…And think about how horrible it would be for him if you wouldn't need him anymore…".
Marik's head was blank. The chance at the situation was unexplainable. Thing that Mariku said about his Bakura couldn't be true, even if he had been thinking about them too to hear someone else saying them was too much.
…Even it that this guy had tried to molest him just seconds ago, was that Bakura's fault too? Marik didn't really believe it, but he knew that what ever he would decide it wouldn't chance what was going to happen. And blaming it on to someone who was far away was just so easy. …And Bakura deserved it.
"I.." younger man gulped a bit "I'll do it".
Mariku grinned satisfied as he leaned down to another. He was now his, exactly as he planned.
'He's mine now'
*
"Marik"
Was a silent whisper from sleeping man's lips before he woke up yelling the same name. Bakura jumped awake to his own shouting. He looked around just to notice that he was still alone in his room.
'…How pathetic' white haired man though when he felt cold sweat on his skin.
'Was I having a nightmare?' he growled to himself 'Stupid! I never have nightmares'.
Bakura got up from the bed and kicked away some empty beer cans that were lying next to his bed.
Actually it wasn't even his bed, it belonged to a hotel he was staying.
The man felt cold air on his back just to realizing that his room was still drafty.
He hated this place, but he didn't have options.
Staying at Marik's place wasn't an option. He tried it, but noticed soon that it was unbearable.
And he couldn't at the moment afford better, normally Bakura would have borrowed money from Marik, but now…
He quickly sat back on his bed when he started to feel dizzy. Obviously staying indoors drinking had it paybacks.
'How did this happen?…' Bakura cursed. He had a plan! And now he was…
…hiding in some crappy hotel having nightmares.
White haired man sighed. He closed his eyes trying to bring back the fuzzy pictures from his dream.
It was about Marik.
His Marik and some one else, who wasn't treating his lover right. But Bakura had no idea what it was about.
He stood back up when he felt weird pressuring feeling in his chest.
Bakura walked to the window just so he could walk back to the bed. Without being even sure what he did he started quick determined walk around the room.
It had no point but he just tried to get that annoying feeling away, without no success.
'Was he feeling quilt?…' white haired man stop when it hit him.
Someone might say it was only normal. To have nightmares and feel guilty. Someone might say that but it wasn't.
'I have never felt quilt of anything!… Why now?' Bakura though angrily and walked back to the window. He looked outside. It was still dark, the sun hasn't rise yet.
'Why now?'
Here it was. Sorry that it was so short. ^^' Please comment and review!
And also the rating thing 'cause I think this is still totally fine with T, 'cause I cant write real yaoi (yet. Maybe in some other fic). And I promise to make up this chapters quality to you at the next one. Thank you for reading!
