A/N-I decided to update because I've already hade 3 people add to favs and it's only been on here for an hour or two, so thanks to: ThatGuyWithWord, CasseAme, and Marikshipper. And I am updating because Marikshipper asked in their review! Anyways, thanks you guys! You are awesome!

Chapter 3

I don't quite know

How to say

How I feel

Those three words

Are said too much

They're not enough

Bakura's eyes fluttered open, and he almost leapt out of his skin in fear. He woke up with his nose touching a certain blond's and his arms wrapped tightly around him. He stayed there for a second, to confused on what to do. Then, he pushed the blond off the couch, and stormed off before Marik fully awoke.

Marik jolted out of his sleep, pain shooting through his side. He looked around before hearing a thud, signifying that Bakura had locked himself in his room for the morning. Marik groaned as he pulled himself into a sitting position, before remembering what happened last night. He began blushing furiously, but that didn't last too long. He became suddenly furious at how the other male could just push him off the couch and storm off like that.

But it was Bakura, after all.

Sometimes, Marik wished he had the guts to make the first move, but, it was quite obvious to him Bakura would be the man in the relationship. The albino might have taken it the wrong way if Marik made a move on him. Damn it! Marik thought, why can't you just tell me whether you feel the same or not, you damn Brit? Marik's inner voice screamed at no one in particular.

Bakura sat on his bed, head buried under a pillow. Why was he being so unsure if himself? He was always one of the most self-confident people ever, but for some odd reason... You would think he'd never told someone how he felt! But, he didn't think saying, "I hate you," or, "I don't care," quite counted.

He flung the pillow across the room as he suddenly sat up. "Why is this so goddamn difficult?" He hissed aloud, "All I have to say is, 'Marik, I love you.' See, I just said it!"

Bakura never noticed that his door had opened.

"Bakura?" Marik seemed shocked by the words.

The albino whipped around to see the very article of his confession standing in the doorway. His eyes looked over the boy, trying to tell what Marik was thinking. His mouth opened to explain, but nothing would come out. So, Bakura sat there, his mental voices calling him stupid one more time for each passing second of silence.

"That's no way to prove to someone you love them, Bakura," Marik stated simply. "Too many people just throw that phrase around."Bakura's shoulders slumped forward in defeat; he should have expected this. But, it would still hurt.

Bakura gasped as he was suddenly pushed onto the bed. He looked up to see Marik pinning him to the comforter, a playful smirk implanted on the tan boys face beneath twinkling violet eyes. Marik leaned his face down so their lips are mere inches apart, and their shaky breaths mingle. "You show someone you love them like this," Marik's voice sounded seductive, before he forced his lips upon Bakura's.

Bakura sat there in shock, but quickly recovered and commenced to kiss the Egyptian back. He flipped them over with a swift moment, their lips staying interlocked the whole time. Marik's mouth parted slightly, and Bakura seized the opportunity, slipping his tongue into the moist cavern. A vicious war began between the two, one which Bakura won.

When they burning need for oxygen became too much, the two parted. Their breaths came in pants, and they tried to pull in as much oxygen in as short a time as possible. Marik stared into the crimson brown eyed looking down at him, while wrapping his arms around the albino's neck.

"That," Marik stated. "My dear Bakura, is how you show someone you love them."

Marik pulled Bakura into another passionate kiss, their lips dancing together pressed his body against Marik's and enjoyed how the boy shuddered beneath him. Instinct slowly took over as the two began a vicious game to see who was dominant.

Just as Marik had suspected, Bakura won

Marik lay with his head rested upon Bakura's chest, listening to his steady heartbeats and respirations. His fingers of his right hand were intertwined with those of the albino's left. Bakura's other hand was being slowly pulled through Marik's hair, enjoying the silky feeling of the sandy blond waves. He smiled down at the other boy as their eyes met.

"I love you, Bakura," Marik whispered.

Bakura laughed, "You can say that, but I can't?"

Marik rolled his eyes in response, "It's a completely different situation."

Bakura laughs again, "I love you, Marik."

"Of course you do, fluffy," Marik said, playing with Bakura's white mess of hair teasingly.

Bakura growled, "I am not fluffy."

Marik chuckles, "Of course not, kitty."

Bakura wiggled out of Marik's grasp and lay on his side, pouting with his back to the blond, "Not a kitty."

A/N- Abridged reference! Anyways, I'll update faster, if you guys review! I already have the whole story written, so it all kind of depends on you guys lol. I probably won't update again today, at least not this story. Anyways,

Kevyn: PEACE!

Me: As my yami just said, Peace! Oh, and sorry if it seems short, don't worry, chapter 4 is longer. This is more like, "Look, they finally confessed their love." OH, and so you all know, I don't write lemons. You guys can go ahead and imagine what happens. I have this whole fear of what people will think about me if I write a lemon, so I don't.

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