A/N: Hello, y'all. How ya' been? My life was FUCKIN' RUINED in sixth period. I don't know if you know this, but Escape the Fate is going on tour for their new album being released on May 14th.. I love them much. Well, they come to Alabama April 28th. Which is a Sunday. At 8:00 pm. WHO DOES THAT SHIT!? Then, I go to look up my favorite band's tour dates. Cradle of Filth. They were in Georgia today.. Only like two hours away. Talk about devistation... But I digress. This is a Thiefshipping one shot for ADecadentAddiction. Seme!Bakura. Uke!Marik. In a library. So, here we are. Smut for all. Love to reviewers.
~l~l~l~l~
Chapter Three: Thiefshipping
Marik stormed into the library, snow falling from his hair as he did so. The brown headed woman looked up, startled at the sudden intrusion. She frowned and fixed her frazzled hair, eyeing Marik with obvious distrust. The fuck did he care? Let her stare. Bitch.
Marik shook his head. That was mean. He didn't even know the woman. There was no use taking his anger out on those who did nothing to him.
"Excuse me, miss. Could you tell me what tenth graders are studying around here?"
Damn Isis. Making him go to school. He was sixteen and, never having been to school, he was totally fucking clueless. He needed help. Or an Asprin.
"Of course. American Literature, I do believe."
Oh, wonderful.
"Thank you. Where exactly is that located here?" Marik asked, irritated. The woman frowned again and pushed her glasses up, pointing to the back of the building.
"Use some stairs at the end of this asile. Third floor. You're the last one to come in, so please hurry. I'd like to go home."
Well, don't be too subtle about it...
"Gee, I'll try." The bitch comment wasn't seeming so harsh anymore.
Marik shuffled his way down the asile, roughly shoving the door out of his way and ascending the stairs. Who the hell put all these stairs here? It's called an elevator. People should invest. Everyone knows elevators are so much sexier than stairs... (Anyone get the reference?)
It was quiet up there. Way too quiet. He looked over his shoulder, expecting anyone to jump out and maul him... But no one was there. A light scuffling to his left made him squeal and jump. Again, no one. He shivered and tugged out his earphones, sliding them over his head. He pressed play on his phone and began moving through the various bookshelves.
The song was new, just how Marik liked it. The lead singer drowned out the silence, and Marik found himself relaxing. Nothing was going to get him. He'd been silly. Stuff like that was only in horror movies.
"With bleeding hands, I fight for a life that's beat me down. Stand up and scream, while the rest of the world won't make a sound!"(1)
He began singing along, roughly spinning and nodding his head to the intense beat. He smiled faintly as he reached on of Thoreau's works and picked it up. The cover was dusty and he frowned.
"Well, that's not right." he muttered. So much for a cleaning crew. A book fell to his right and he jumped, hitting pause and sliding his headphones off.
"Uh, hello...?"
No answer. He bent and picked up the book, eyeing the cover. Poe? Excellent. He slid the book in his bag, along with Thoreau and stood back up.
And nearly shit himself.
There, in the empty space that the book had once occupied, was a face. Pale, brown eyes, white hair. A wicked smile. Only seperated from Marik by one shelf.
The librarian said that Marik was alone!
"Hi." the stranger breathed. Marik let out an embarassing scream and bolted, slamming his leg into an old reading table.
"Shit, dicks, mother fuckers, hell, damn, bitches!" he cursed. The other boy snickered as he sat down. Marik glared at him, clutching his throbbing leg.
"Shit. I give up. Kill me." he groaned and slammed his head on the table, the stranger still watching in silent amusement. "GAAAAHHHH, someone should probably warn that woman that this table fucking moves."
"You cuss a lot." the boy commented. Marik stared at him like he just might be stupid.
"I'm pretty sure I just shattered my knee cap."
"Pretty lips like yours weren't made for cussing."
Marik stared. This scene brought to you by the letters W, T, and F.
"I'm sorry. I must be going."
Marik stood quickly, throwing his bag over his shoulder. A pale hand caught his wrist and jerked him back. The stranger's smile was now feral and scary, eyes boring into Marik's.
"P-please. You're hurting my arm..."
The stranger snarled and yanked Marik to him. "No. Do you know what they call me? Thief. I steal pretty things. You, my darling, are stunning."
Marik screamed in earnest and began to fight, ripping the Thoreau book from his bag. He threw it at the other man, still screaming.
"What? A little bit of Romanticism is supposed to scare me? Moron. Hi, by the way. My name is Bakura. And yours?"
Marik shivered and reached for Poe. Bakura rolled his eyes and slammed both of Marik's wrists on the table. "Forgive me if I'm wrong, but aren't you supposed to answer when someone asks you that? Hm?"
Marik paled and went limp, his lips quivering. "Marik. My name is Marik. Please let me go..."
Bakura smiled and leaned forward, licking Marik's cheek. "Marik... I like it."
Marik whimpered and struggled again, making Bakura smile more. "If you'd just go with it, it would be so much better. Let me worship you... Like the god that you are... Marik."
Marik moaned involuntarily at Bakura's husky tone and his breath washing over his sentsitive neck. Bakura moved lower on Marik's body to his neck where he licked across the exposed tan skin. Marik shivered and scooted back so that he was sitting on the table.
"Is that a yes, little keeper?"
Marik furrowed his brow. How did this man know of his past? But he just nodded and shyly opened his legs to the man. Bakura smiled and stood between them, capturing Marik's lips. It took Marik a moment to respond to the gesture, as he had never been kissed before. He'd lived underground his whole life, could you blame him? Eventually though, he opened his mouth to Bakura's probing tongue, a moan leaving his throat.
"Mmmm.. You're new to this. I can tell. Am I your first?" Bakura murmured against Marik's collar bone. Pale hands worked under a pale pink tee, rubbing his toned belly.
"Nng.. Yeah.." Marik moaned again and wrapped his arms around Bakura's neck, pulling him closer with his legs. The action made their half formed erections rub together, gaining a groan from both.
"What if the librarian comes up here?" Marik asked, running his fingers through the silky white hair of his companion. Bakura hummed and began sliding his hands up Marik's chest.
"She won't. I killed her."
Marik froze.
"What? It's okay. She didn't suffer. She was mean to you. Something had to be done..." Bakura reasoned, sliding Marik's shirt over his head. The hikari blinked a few times before smiling scarily and capturing Bakura's lips, pouring his gratitude and thankfulness that he'd found someone just as fucked up as him into it. Bakura moaned and his fingers found Marik's dark nipples, beginning to tease them to life.
"Ahh, Bakura..." Marik groaned and rolled against the other man, sliding his hands under his white tee. The shirt came off with Bakura's help and Marik took to worshiping the pale skin. Bakura's hand found the back of his head before he twisted his fingers into the blonde hair. Pale fingers found Marik's back and began to trace the tattoos there. Marik froze.
"Bakura... No one... Has ever touched me there."
Bakura smirked. "I bet no one has ever touched you here, either." He cupped Marik's crotch, rubbing gently. Marik's back arched and he jerked Bakura closer.
"Do that again..."
Bakura smiled and jerked Marik's pants down. The hikari threw them off with his feet. Bakura raised a perfect brow.
"No uderwear?"
Marik shook his head and tried to close his legs, suddenly aware that he was about to do the dirty with a total stranger.
"No, no. You're gorgeous here-" he pecked his face with little kisses. "And here." he sunk to the floor and took Marik's member in his mouth, lightly sucking on just the head. Marik cried out and braced his palms against the table, fingers scratching at the hard surface. Bakura's hands caught his own and held them down.
He took all that he could in, stroking the rest with his hand. He ran his tongue under the fully erect shaft. Marik moaned and bucked, trying to get more of that delicious heat.
"AH, gods. Oh, fuck..."
Bakura could feel Marik's thighs tensing and hear his breath hitching. He pulled back, still sucking, resulting in a 'pop' sound.
"Auughh, no. iPor que!" (You are welcome, Dove.)
"Because. And why the fuck do you know Spanish?"
Marik blinked and shrugged. Bakura shook his head and stepped out of his own pants and underwear, smiriking softly as Marik moaned. "Like what you see?"
Marik hurridly nodded and yanked Bakura towards him. Bakura trailed three fingers up the side of his soon to be lover, pausing at his lips. "Suck, please."
Marik felt nervousness shoot through his core. He knew he was gay.. And he might have messed around with a few toys.. But Bakura was bigger than any toy he owned.
"Mmm.. O-okay." he mumbled, taking in the fingers. He coated them well, eyes screwing shut. He felt Bakura shift from foot to foot, his other hand dancing up Marik's thigh and occasionally massaging the ring of muscles on Marik's bottom.
"Good enough." he growled, yanking the fingers from Marik's lips. He replaced them with his own, trailing the wet fingers down Marik's torso. The cold contrasted with the heat of Marik's skin and he shivered, pulling Bakura closer.
"Please be gentle."
Bakura snorted but nodded. 'Be gentle.' Marik really was a virgin.
He slowly entered one finger, the muscles loose enough from their earlier play. Marik frowned at the strange feeling but said nothing, just clung closer to the Thief. Bakura sighed and kissed at Marik's jawline, pumping the finger in and out faster. When it seemed the boy had adjusted, he added the other two at different times. By the third finger, Marik had a frown. He was holding back whimpers of pain, but doing well at it.
"I'm so proud of you. You're doing so well. Just bear with me." Bakura murmured, kissing and nippng Marik's shoulder.
"I'm ready." the hikari breathed. Bakura nodded and pushed him back, so that he lay flat on the table. He then crawled up after him, a smirk on his pale face.
"What if we break this thing?" Marik asked. Bakura laughed.
"Then I guess they'll be buying a new one. Not my table, not my problem."
He shoved Marik's legs open and placed on hand on the tanned boy's lower back. He looked at Marik's face for any sign of regret, but only found anxious passion.
"Ready?" he questioned. Marik nodded and shut his eyes. Bakura slid in slowly, going inch by inch until he was fully sheathed. He let out a long, keening moan. Marik was tight.
Marik held back a scream. Holy fuck! It hurt. He thought he might be being slit in half. Bakura noticed his face and slowly pulled back out, pushing in just as gently. After about a minute, Marik loosened up, beginning to pant. Bakura sighed and changed the angle of his thrusts three times until he found Marik's prostate.
"SHIT!"
He smiled and began pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in. Marik wrapped his legs around Bakura and met him thrust for thrust, mouth opened slightly and cheeks painted a dusty rose color. Bakura thought it was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. Suddenly, Marik's eyes opened and he shoved Bakura back, making the man fall on his bum. Mairk then climbed over him and impaled himself on Bakura's member.
"Damn, kid." Bakura grunted, thrusting up and Marik came down. They moved together for what seemed like hours until finally, Marik's hand grasped his member. Bakura met his lips in a firey kiss, adding his own hand to Marik's. They pumped and thrusted together until they both came, screams filling the room. For a moment, neither moved.
"Oh. My. Ra." Marik groaned, pulling himself up and off of Bakura before falling backwards onto the table. At that moment, the thing shuddered and cracked, sending both occupants to the floor.
"Well, fuck." Bakura muttered. "We broke the table."
A/N: Bakura was kind of bi-polar.. uh.. Yeah... This would have been done earlier, but I'll be honest. I was too damn lazy. I was looking up some random shit. And listening to Bullet for my Valentine.. So, Dove and I have accidently been picturing Mariku in our every day lives. XD It's so funny. She pictured him drop kicking a horse on the bus ride home. I pictured him killing all our cheerleaders and taking over the gym floor.. Our cheerleaders suck ass anyways, it wouldn't be too terrible of a loss... lol. ANYWAYS. If you don't know, por que means why in Spanish. Dove screams it every time something mildly traumatic happens. (Like her cup falling...) I hope you all enjoyed. Don't forget pairing request, even if you're a guest reader! Leave me something to call you, So I know who to dedicate it to...
(1)- Ungrateful. Escape the Fate's new song. Download it. NOW.
Review, my lovely readers!(:
~Nightingale.