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"Marik, please. Come here," Bakura ordered, keeping his calm mind.
"No! Fuck off!" Marik cursed, feeling forlorn.
"Look," Bakura simply said and knelt down, grabbing onto a latch and pulling upwards, opening up a hidden trap door on the floor. Shock struck Marik like an electrical jolt.
"Wh-what? You knew th-that was there…this whole t-time?" He choked, sniffing his tears away.
"Yep…" Bakura grinned at him. Relief washed over Marik so overwhelmingly he fell backwards from where he was sitting, falling onto his back.
"Y-you…bastard…" He grinned weakly, feeling as if he was going to pass out.
"You can stop calling me names now and get your sexy ass over here, before those spikes come down and poke you in a way you're probably not going to like," Bakura chuckled, holding the trap door open for him. Marik groaned and got off of the floor, looked up and immediately booked it, realizing the spikes were only a few feet from him. He darted down into the trap door, where Bakura soon followed him, closing the door behind him. After closing the door, complete darkness filled around them. The two could not even tell where they were, but by the stuffed in atmosphere and already feeling each other's heat radiating from their bodies, they could tell they were in an extremely small room. So small in fact, that the walls barely fit both of them, they were scrunched up shoulder to shoulder.
"Ugh, this blows," Marik said, trying to move but soon figuring he could not, because of Bakura stuck up against him. The room was almost like a box, scrunching them together like a tightly wound package.
"Yeah, this sucks. You smell," Bakura teased him, trying to nudge him out of the way.
"I do not smell, I showered recently! It's you who smells," Marik shot back, pushing him back, his hand smashing his face against the wall.
"Ow! That's bullocks, I groom myself well," Bakura said, taking his revenge and kneeing him in the stomach.
"Frig! Y-yeah because you're a KITTY!" Marik smirked, this time somehow managing to maneuver himself accidentally underneath Bakura.
"Like being down there? And I'm not a kitty…" He replied.
"Get your friggin foot off of my friggin chest, Bakura! Wait, no, don't put it there-.. AH! FUCK!" Marik swore as Bakura had accidentally stepped on his crotch.
"Oh Ra! Sorry…" Bakura apologized, immediately taking his foot of his groin.
"Y-you f-friggin castrated m-me, B-Bakura!" Marik gasped, his voice even higher than what it usually was, tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Sorry… Everything okay down there?" Bakura asked, feeling sorry for him.
"I don't know, you just stepped on my cock!" He answered, whimpering from the pain.
"Want me to rub it?" Bakura offered, kneeling down so he was sitting on the floor with Marik, and from what he could tell, was level with him.
"Err…" Marik hesitated, still upset with him.
"It'll make you feel better…" Bakura smirked, reaching out a hand and finding his way to Marik's crotch, where he lightly stroked him in apology.
"Still sore…" Marik found his voice back, groaning a bit.
"It'll be okay. Because from what I can tell, everything's in place and unharmed," Bakura slyly felt him up, leaning in to lick his neck. Marik groaned more as he brought his soothing touch all over him, the pain starting to lift. Once the pain was nearly completely gone, he could feel himself start to swell and get extremely hot.
"Oh yeah.. Everything's bloody fine," Bakura laughed and licked his neck some more, biting it lightly. The stuffy room had suddenly gotten even more heated as Marik huffed and produced more body heat.
"Ohh… Bakuurraaa…" Marik breathed rapidly, kissing him on the lips in a hot passion. Bakura kissed him back, starting to unbutton his pants.
"Want me to suck you?" He asked, smirking. Marik once again snapped back to reality in a sudden fit of self-control.
"N-no. We're not h-having sex in this r-room!" He breathed, buttoning his pants again, his raging boner still pulsing.
"Why not?" Bakura's 'kitty ears' hung low, disappointed.
"Because. We're trapped and we need to focus on getting out of here," Marik explained, resituating the straining part of his pants, getting comfortable.
"Hmm… Well in case you haven't noticed, there is no way out of here," Bakura leaned towards him and licked his cheek.
"There must be a way!" Marik said, maneuvering around, trying to find a hidden escape latch. Through all of his moving, he somehow got in the strange position of being face-to-face with Bakura and his legs on either side of him.
"Why hello there," Bakura smirked, giving him a quick kiss.
"Kura, move, you're hurting my leg," Marik said, ignoring the kiss and trying to relieve his ailing limb. Bakura grabbed him closer, resituating so Marik's leg was not being crushed by him anymore and pulled him as close as he could. He looked into his eyes before kissing him on the mouth deeply.
"I love you," he muttered through the kissing.
"I love you too, but-.." Marik started.
"Shh… Just relax," Bakura breathed into his ear, giving Marik goose bumps all along that side of his body. Without even thinking about it, Marik did as he was told and relaxed his body completely, almost as if it were an instinct.
"That's it…" Bakura bit onto his earlobe as he slid a hand up Marik's shirt, rubbing his chest softly. He trailed his fingers down to his abs, and then to his belt buckle, where he tugged at it.
"N-noo… Bakura, noo…" Marik groaned.
"Bakura yes…" Bakura growled, stroking him through his pants as he continued fidgeting with his belt buckle. Marik soon became rock hard again.
"Noo, pleeease…" He whimpered, trying to fight off the temptations.
"Your lips say no, but your body says oh fuck yes," Bakura narrowed his eyes. Marik gulped, the tension in his pants rising to dangerous amounts.
"Ahh n-no! G-go away!" He breathed rapidly, trying to fight it off.
"There's nowhere for me to 'go away' to," Bakura grinned a nasty smile and planted a kiss on his lips, before finally being able to undo Marik's stubborn belt buckle. Marik closed his eyes, just about to give in to the temptations until very suddenly and unexpectedly the floor that they were sitting on dropped, almost vanishing. Marik screamed as they both fell into the darkness.
"Waghhh! Boner gone!" He shouted at Bakura as they fell downwards into a seemingly endless void of darkness.
"Where the hell are we going?!" Marik asked, both of their bodies seeming to float in the air as they plummeted.
"How would I know?" Bakura shrugged. Just then, large, bright glowing neon-like images of blue-green appeared around them of the Pentagram and other various symbols. As they fell, the images remained still and where they were, as if the symbols were following them. Then, the blackness faded into a red, clouded background with huge eyeballs and teeth plastered all over it. The eyes were locked onto the two and the mouths were sporting huge grins.
"What the fuck! What the fuck is going on?! What kind of haunted house is this?!" Marik whimpered, confused and frightened. Flames started spitting onto them from the sides, burning their arms, and for Marik, also his exposed midriff. The pain felt like sharp needles picking at skin. The strange phenomena continued as suddenly the entire surroundings turned black again, and Marik and Bakura finally hit the ground. Bakura, once again, had landed perfectly on his feet. Marik, however, was not as lucky. He landed straight onto his back, where a sickening cracking sound filled the air.
"Oh FUCK!" He shouted as he forcefully took a hand and grasped the lower part of his back, arching upwards as the pain rocked through him. Bakura walked over to him and offered his hand to pull him up onto his feet, or at least in sitting position.
"You okay?" He asked. Marik opened his eyes and glared at him.
"I'm just fan-tucking-fastic…" He growled, grabbing onto his hand and pulling himself up so he was sitting now. He winced as a wave of hurt washed over him.
"Tsk, tsk. My poor little Marik… Always getting hurt, and usually by himself," Bakura teased.
"Fuck you. Go to your hell with blood!" Marik groaned.
"You mean bloody hell?" Bakura chuckled.
"Yeah. That too," he replied, trying to get up onto his feet. As he stood back up, bright flashes of white flickered from what seemed like every direction. The transitions from the complete darkness to the flashes of pure white seriously messed with their visions. Well, at least for Marik.
"Now what? Ah! Bakura, I can't see!" He cried, shielding his eyes by slapping a hand up to them, blindly searching frantically for his lover. Bakura grabbed onto his hand.
"I've got you. Don't worry. The exit's nearby I think," he said, not sounding worried in the least. A loud scream was heard right above them, and the flashing intervals increased drastically with speed, almost to seizure-inducing levels.
"Holy shit… K-kura… I don't f-feel…too good…" Marik groaned, starting to become dizzy, still trying to block himself from the flashes, but since it was so dark and they were so bright, it was impossible. Marik's stomach twisted in a sickening knot.
"It's okay. It's alright, we're almost out," Bakura reassured him, dragging him along towards the direction of the exit. Suddenly the darkness disappeared altogether, along with the flashing lights. In fact, the entire creepy atmosphere seemed to just vanish into thin air. No more dark clouds or strange sounds were coming from the walls and ceiling. Instead, the cheesy fake props and decorations littered the place once again. Up ahead there was a door labeled 'Exit'. Marik opened his eyes slowly, wondering what had just happened. He looked around, confused.
"This is one effed up haunted house!" He chuckled in relief, glad the scary stuff was over. Bakura chuckled to himself. They both walked out of the exit, and Marik immediately rushed over to the nearest bench and collapsed onto it.
"Have fun?" Bakura asked him, walking up next to him and looking down.
"Fun? We were almost smashed and burned to death!" Marik replied.
"Cuz I thought it was fun," Bakura grinned.
"You would, Fluffy…" Marik glared at him. Bakura laughed to himself, making him all the more curious.
"Why do you keep laughing to yourself, Bakura? It's getting strange," he asked, worried. Bakura looked at him with flashing eyes.
"I must say… The shadows were especially rowdy tonight, weren't they?" He smirked wider. Marik's jaw dropped as he suddenly realized what had happened all along.
"You….you… You did that, didn't you?" He gasped. Bakura nodded.
"Well, most of it. The beginning and very end was the real thing. I just… helped it along some, you could say," he explained.
"You sent us to the Shadow Realm?! Bakura!" Marik was shocked.
"Oh come on, that haunted house was a bust! I just wanted to help it become more frightening, is all! I'm completely innocent," Bakura replied.
"But…we…well, I could have died!" Marik said.
"No, I wouldn't have let you die… Besides, what we saw was only a minor example of what the Shadow Realm truly holds. If I would have sent us full-force, you barely would have made it to the next room," Bakura explained, grinning.
"Oh, how thoughtful of you, thanks. I'm glad you only tortured me in the lightest way possible you know," Marik rolled his eyes.
"You're welcome," Bakura beamed. Marik flipped him off as he got up off of the bench and started walking off.
"Aw, come on. Where are you going?" Bakura asked, sprinting after him.
"To get a lemon shake-up. Almost dying made me thirsty," he answered, walking up to a concession stand. After getting one of the lemonade drinks, he turned around and jumped with surprise, shocked to see Bakura standing directly behind him.
"Boo…" Bakura poked him.
"Will you stop it, Bakura?! You've already scared me enough tonight, in fact, I'm starting to reconsider our little deal…" Marik shot at him.
"Aww… Please don't… I'm only messing with you. I just like to have some bloody fun once in a while," he replied, saddened.
"Yeah, it's bloody alright," Marik said, taking a seat at the same bench where they were at before.
"I love you.." Bakura said to him as he sat down across from him.
"Oh now don't try to butter me up just because I said I wouldn't have sex with you tonight anymore," Marik glared at him.
"I'm not. I promise. I'm saying it because it's true," Bakura smiled at him. For some reason, Marik found smiling, innocent Bakura to be rather strange and creepy. He resembled his hikari too much for comfort when he did, and he hated Ryou with a passion. However, despite this, Marik completely forgave him and quickly kissed him on the nose. Bakura flushed deep crimson, something he did only when he was with Marik.
"I love you too," Marik beamed back at him, before taking a sip of lemonade.
"Want some?" He asked, tilting the cup towards Bakura.
"I hate lemons," he said, disgusted, lolling his tongue out of his mouth.
"You're insane. But suit yourself, more for me," Marik shrugged and gulped some more down. It was not long after that when he quickly leapt up from the table slamming his almost empty cup onto it, starting to walk away.
"Where are you going?" Bakura called after him.
"Bathroom… I'll be right back!" He answered, soon disappearing. Bakura sighed and crossed his arms on the table, resting his head on them. He had a staring contest with the lemonade cup, almost burning holes into it with his eyes, which, if he had wanted to, probably actually could. He picked it up and peered inside at the liquid, wincing and almost becoming nauseous. He set it back down and looked away, but soon his eyes were drawing back to it. He picked it up again and decided whether he should take a drink or not. Out of curiosity and extreme boredom, he brought the cup up to his mouth and took a sip, immediately regretting it. The sour flavor burned his tongue like acid, and he spit it out onto the ground.
"Oh Gods! That is fucking terrible!" He choked, wanting the awful taste to go away. Tears started forming in his eyes, just before Marik came back. He noticed Bakura's tears rolling down his face and grew worried.
"Bakura, are you okay? Why are you crying?" He asked, rushing to his side and placing a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm not crying…" Bakura sniffed, wiping the tears away from his eyes.
"You don't have to cry… I was only gone for a minute," Marik said, running his other hand through the Brit's hair.
"I said I wasn't crying. It was that fucking lemonade of yours," Bakura choked, still trying to get the nasty taste out of his mouth.
"Shh… It's okay… No need for excuses.. I'm here now," Marik refused to believe him as he hugged him close. Bakura sighed, realizing there was no point in arguing with his stubborn lover.
"Guess what I got you on my way back from the bathroom?" Marik grinned at him, reaching behind his back.
"An STD? Those bathrooms are gross," Bakura shuddered, but was immediately intrigued. He loved surprises, and usually ones from Marik were almost always good. Almost.
"No. Look," Marik smiled and brought out a candy apple, handing it to him. Bakura's eyes lit up with excitement. It was not just any candy apple. It was a granny smith coated with a thick layer of white chocolate, with cinnamon sprinkled all over it and a light grazing of caramel. It was all of his most favorite treats in one.
"I got you that one specially made, because I love you," Marik beamed, rubbing his foot in the dirt and looking at the ground with his arms behind his back, like an innocent child. Bakura's face turned hot with a very intense blush.
"Aww… Marik.." He choked, hardly able to get his words out because of the sheer amount of emotions swelling in his heart. He felt fuzzy and warm from his head to his feet.
"Yep. They don't even make that kind, I had to demand them to make it! But I knew your favorite candies, and I wanted to give you something special, since it is after all, Halloween!" Marik said excitedly.
"You know me so well," Bakura replied, taking a bite of the apple. A rush of pleasure struck his taste buds as the white chocolate melted into fine fudge, the caramel mixing in with it perfectly. He brought his jaws down and heard the crunch of the cinnamon and the apple, the two sounds going together like harmony.
"Nnff…" Bakura groaned as he found the taste incredible and indescribably delicious.
"Mouthgasm?" Marik laughed.
"Yess… Want some?" He offered, sticking the treat right in front of his nose. Without hesitation, Marik chomped down, taking a bite of the now messy and dripping apple. After swallowing his bite, Bakura began chuckling.
"What?" Marik asked, not liking being laughed at.
"Your face. The chocolate and the apple juice makes it look like when I cum in your mouth and it's all over your face afterwards," Bakura explained, biting his lower lip and suddenly starting to feel his groin become hot. Marik blinked and blushed violently.
"O-oh…" He said, his face sporting a harsh red slash across his cheeks.
"So where are we going now? Home?" Bakura asked, hopeful.
"Nope. There's still one more thing to do," he answered, getting up once again from the bench.
-So, what do you think the last thing Marik wants to do is? Leave your thoughts about it and about this chapter please, I greatly appreciate your support. :3