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Chapter 4

Bakura stood there, eyeing Marik's nicely toned and alluring tanned chest; he had never been able to get a proper look at the blonde's body before and now that he had he couldn't take his eyes off of it. He felt his eyes making their way further down Marik's torso, taking in every detail, knowing full well he would probably never get to see this again, although this knowledge only made him want to abandon looking and begin feeling, touching, caressing the evenly tanned skin; marking it, claiming it. It took a great deal of self-control to keep himself from creeping up onto the bed in an attempt to pin the other boy beneath him so he could have his way with him.

He could have stayed like that for the rest of the day had he not seen Marik's cold purple eyes staring at him. Bakura stiffened slightly, agitated at having been caught perving, not knowing how Marik would react to his intrusion. However, Marik didn't make a sound, nor did he give any indication that he was planing on moving; he just lay there, calmly staring back at him.

Bakura tried to keep his gaze on Marik's eyes and Marik's eyes alone, trying not to think about what he had been watching lest he broke eye contact or could no longer resist the lust that was building up, the craving for something he felt only Marik's body could provide the cure for. They stayed like this for some time, Bakura finding it exceedingly difficult when Marik's purple eyes seemed to be tempting him, daring him to continue admiring his seemingly perfect body.

In the end Bakura broke eye contact with the capturing purple eyes and with one last glance at what he knew he couldn't touch he shook his head in an attempt to toss any lingering dirty thoughts down the gutter where they belonged.
"I'm going to see Duke!" Bakura snarled, exiting the room and slamming that door behind him out of frustration. Hopefully the younger blonde boy wouldn't be unconscious for that long; he needed someone to provide some form of release, some form of sexual entertainment.

When Bakura returned with a few small bags worth of drugs it was well and truly dawn. Noting that the younger blond kid was still unconscious on the couch, Bakura made his way to what served as the kitchen and, grabbing a stone dish and the instructions given to him by Duke, he began preparing that which was supposed to make the younger boy forget.

By the time Bakura had finally made out what he assumed were Duke's scrawled instructions and prepared the drink of sorts the boy was awake, but lucky for him he was slightly disorientated.
"What's your name?" Bakura demanded, quickly sitting down beside the younger boy, the stone dish in one hand, the other holding onto one of the boy's arms so he couldn't move; he needed a name or else he would probably end up calling him Marik.
"…Malik," the boy muttered, rubbing his head where Bakura had hit him earlier. Bakura smirked; close enough.

Pinning the boy down beneath him he forced open his mouth before pouring the drink mixture down his throat. After some coughing and spluttering, Bakura was sure he had consumed the majority of the mixture. The smaller Egyptian boy pushed and kicked at the older white haired boy above him until he let him sit up. Glaring in agitation, the young boy pushed the other boy, who was smirking profoundly at him, away before getting up off of the couch.

Bakura watched as the boy took two steps before collapsing on the floor. He quickly stood up and walked over to the motionless body on the floor; Duke's instructions said nothing about this and he was sure he had mixed it together properly. The kid was still breathing so Bakura placed him back on the couch; he needed to go see Duke and demand to know what was going on, but first he'd have to tell Marik. Bakura glared at the direction of the older boys' room, he wasn't in the mood for getting into another staring competition with his resident sex god if he wasn't going to be able to get anything out of it. However, left with no choice, he headed down the hallway to Marik's room.
"Marik, I'm going to see Duke, the kid could wake up any moment so keep your eyes and ears open," he called out through the door; the lack of reply was natural but annoying. Bakura turned around with a frustrated snarl only to see his silent, killing, untouchably sexy companion standing in front of him; this time, at least, half dressed. Bakura just shook his head and stormed out of the house.