Sorry this took so long, I was on vacation and couldn't get to a computer. I tried to make this one a little longer than the previous ones though.
I sadly do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! As much as I wish I did *sobs pitifully*
Marik blinked at the man. "I asked you to kiss me?" He let the question hang in the air for a moment before exclaiming as a sudden thought invaded his mind,
"I don't even know your name!" The King drew back and watched the boy as he went into the beginning stages of hysterics.
"You mean you don't remember my name, you know my name you just don't remember it at the moment." The man sounded frustrated now, "Why don't you remember?" He continued to himself.
Marik felt himself calm somewhat as he watched the other man struggle. It was good to know that he wasn't facing a totally unperturbed opponent. Marik was irritated by not knowing the man's name now that he had a clear enough mind to think on it. So he spoke, a plaintive note entering his voice,
"Then will you kindly remind me of your name if you're so certain that I already know it?" The man looked a bit ashamed at those words. He had forgotten how fragile his little lover could be.
"Right." He agreed with a brisk nod, his accent made the word sound sharper than it should have been.
"My name," His voice lowered so he was whispering as he leaned forward once again to speak in the boy's ear, "Is . . . Faerie King Bakura." The king drew back once again to look at the boy expectantly.
Marik froze at the confession before turning stunned eyes to Bakura.
"Faerie King?" He asked wondering if he had just heard wrong,
"Yes." The King said still burning into the boy with his blood-red eyes. He was unprepared when the boy suddenly burst into ringing peals of laughter. He was shocked, the boy laughed?! Laughed? At him? The King? Bakura growled dangerously but that only seemed to make him laugh harder.
Marik took great gasping breaths in an effort to stop the incessant giggles. Just as he was calming he looked up at Bakura who had his lips pulled back in what would have passed as a snarl if he hadn't looked so cute to Marik. This sent him into another round of insane laughter. When he finally gained some semblance of control over the sniggering he managed to gasp out,
"Sorry 'giggle' the title just 'pant' does not 'chuckle' suit you." Bakura growled again but lucky for Marik the boy controlled his mirth this time.
"Excuse me?" Bakura said in a tone that delivered a large amount of attitude, "I have brought grown men to their knees just by looking in their eyes. I have slain countless monsters the likes of which you couldn't even imagine. I have looked Death in the eye and spat at him, yet you, a mere child, have the audacity to laugh at me? Me? The greatest king since Lugh himself?"
The boy nodded, soberly this time before suddenly grinning and proclaiming,
"It may be that you are incredibly powerful but you're also damned cute." Bakura fumed at this.
"You think I am cute?" Marik smirked and replied,
"Yup. But if it makes you feel any better you're also incredibly sexy." At this Bakura flushed ever so slightly. It seemed the years had changed his lover more than he thought, there was a time when it had been Bakura calling Marik cute, Bakura making Marik blush. Now it seemed that without surprise on his side Bakura was helpless against Marik's new confidence.
Marik watched the King fluster and thought to himself, He is so fun to mess with! When did I get to be so manipulative?
"If you are going to insult me than I am leaving." Bakura stated with the wounded pride of a cat, no, scratch that, a kitten. Marik laughed at the adorable look on the Kings face. The tanned boy didn't think the King was being serious about leaving.
When Bakura heard Marik laugh once again he became incensed. Marik was shocked when the King hissed and brought his hand up suddenly clawing the boy's cheek leaving four bloody trails behind. The younger yelped and lifted his own hand to the wound. Then the man who could have given him answers vanished. He didn't go in a puff of smoke like you see in movies. He was simply there, and then not.
The stunned and hurting boy just sat there for nearly half an hour staring at the spot the man had been when Joey burst in upon his hiding place beneath the willow.