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Living together in crime
Chapter VII: Words
Bakura was still wondering how to go on, but somehow he knew that he would try it. Like always. It was the only move Marik got.
It was just as expected: Marik had done some dinner, he had lighted some candles, had put some decorative herbs on top of Bakuras steak and had warmed up the bread from todays morning. It was smelling wonderful. It made Bakura feel home.
But of course Marik was still angry. He hadn't come to the door like always when he heard Bakuras footsteps. No, he sat on his seat when Bakura entered the kitchen and ignored him. It was like an roleplay where they switched their roles from before.
"Good evening, Marik." Bakura said with a grin. He took off his jacket, hung it over the clothes rack in the floor and stepped back into the kitchen. "How was your day?"
Marik didn't reply. He began to eat his sandwich with closed eyes, munching loudly. Bakura sighed and sat down, began to eat too. His steak was bloody, almost raw, spiced strongly. Just like he liked it. Marik had also prepared salad but it was separated in two bowls. Marik often did two different meals for each one of them because he didn't like to eat too much meat, other than Bakura. But he had never separated the salad before. Bakura knew that he had done that only to show him how angry he was.
Now Marik took his salad bowl in his hand and moved away from Bakura, ate with open mouth and closed eyes, cracking the salad leaves loudly in his mouth. Then he reached for his sandwich again, only to find it gone. He looked up at Bakura who grinned at him, holding Mariks plate above his head. If you want it you have to come to me, his eyes said. Marik growled, but stood up. "Bakura!" he cried. "Give it back to me!"
"I give it back to you if you stop ignoring me."
"I stop ignoring you when you apologize to me!" Marik tried to reach for the plate, but Bakura held it far away. As Marik came closer to Bakura, the white-haired boy started purring. Marik backed away immediately. He stared angrily at Bakura. suddenly he smiled cheeky and turned around to sit down on Bakuras lap. He took Bakuras fork and knife and started to eat Bakuras steak.
"What? Marik! What are you doing?" Bakura got some color on his face. He put the plate with the sandwich on it down on the table again.
"Haha! If you want my sandwich I will have to eat your meal!" said Marik while he was chewing. But he didn't understand that eating Bakuras steak wasn't what was exciting Bakura. It was the fact that the Egyptian was sitting on Bakuras lap. "Hey, it does taste good! You know I guess I am really awesome at cooking too! I have so much talents! I am really the hottest person on this planet! You can pack your things, Brad Pit!"
"You are awesome indeed." Bakura whispered. He placed his head on Mariks back and put his arms around him, embraced him slightly. Why shouldn't he take advantage of this situation? He just should try to relax and not to concentrate on his crotch so much. And that wasn't easy since Marik was sitting on him.
"Bakura, stop it!" Marik stood up again. He took his plate, sat down on his seat and continued eating. "And stop staring at me! What is it with you today? Have I become even more beautiful than I am?" He laughed.
Bakura missed the warmth on his lap.
He had an idea.
"You know, Marik." he said with a grin. "You have become more beautiful. Your beauty improves every day."
"Oh. Maybe this new lotion does help after all." Marik remarked simply and bit into his sandwich.
Damn it, Bakura thought. It is hard enough to say something like that. But he doesn't get it. Bakura cleared his throat. "Marik, I..."
"Hey, eat your steak! I didn't make it to not be eaten!" interrupted Marik.
"Of course. Pardon me, sweetheart." Bakura purred and took a big chomp.
"Don't call me that." Marik said, frowning at Bakura. "I don't like it."
"I am sorry." Bakura replied. "I'm not allowed to kiss you, right? So I have to find other ways to express my love for you."
Marik starred astonished at the other boy. "What are you talking about, Fluffy? Why do you have to express your love? You never did."
"I did. I flirted with you. Don't you remember?" Bakura stayed calm. He wondered whether Marik hadn't noticed the flirting or was just pretending that he hadn't noticed it.
Marik rocked his head from side to side while looking up, portraying that he was in deep thinking. "Um... I do. I think." He shruged his shoulders and grabbed his drink. "You can continue flirting with me then. But stop..."
"It's not enough anymore. I need more." Bakura said fast.
"What?" Marik yelled and almost spit out the water he was drinking. "Why?" He dropped his hand with the glass. He looked seriously at Bakura. "It's weird."
"I don't think it's much to ask for." Bakura picked at his salad. "It's not like I'm expecting anything." He looked up. "Or shall I rather kiss you again?" It had started as a play, but now Bakura was talking honestly. He shoved some salad leaves inside his mouth.
"No, no, no!" Marik said fast. He put the last bite of his sandwich into his mouth. "It's still weird, Bakura." he said. "Can't you be happy with embracing and cuddling? I's enough for me."
"No. I need a bit more."
"Yeah and soon it won't be enough and you will demand more again! What then, Bakura?"
Bakura swallowed. "Even if we would be fucking all life long it wouldn't be enough. So..."
Marik interrupted him. "Eww!" he yelled. "You're disgusting!"
"You find gay sex disgusting?" Bakura asked.
"Yeah! Sleeping with other men is... Ew. And kissing other men is ew too!" Marik drank his glass empty, then put it down with force like he wanted to intensify his argument.
Bakura was chewing loudly. "Hmm... Really? Then why is cuddling other men not disgusting, huh? Isn't it kinda gay too?" He smirked.
"Um..." Marik scratched his nose. "I guess it is. But..." Bakura was grinning. "But! But it's okay, because I like it! When I like it it's not gay, because I am not gay! You got it?"
Bakura sighed. What a stupid logic. "Isn't it the other way round? Doesn't it make you gay because you like it, huh? And maybe you would like kissing too but you never gave it a try so how can you know that you don't like it?"
"That's not true! I had kisses before! I've kissed like a hundred women!"
Bakura knew that this wasn't true but he ignored that statement for now. "Did you ever kiss a man?" he asked.
"No! I don't want to! I am not gay!" Marik got up and cleared his side of the table, brought his dishes to the sink. "And I'm tired of this conversation! Eat up and leave me alone, Bakura! I'm tired of you now!"
Yes, it was tiresome indeed. Bakura sighed again. It was like a merry-go-round. No matter what argument Bakura would bring up, it would always end with Marik loudly exclaiming that he was not gay, even though he would walk around like a queen and cuddling and teasing Bakura all day long.
Am I blinded by love? Bakura asked himself. Am I just imagining things? His heart was bitterly hurt.
...
Later that evening they spent their time watching TV. Marik was laying in Bakuras arm, making himself comfortable under the blanket. He had put on his pink pyjamas and wasn't wearing his golden jewelry anymore. He even had already removed his make-up for today. You wold look at him and would think that he was a normal teenage boy. Well, wasn't he?
Bakura looked at him. He couldn't feed his eyes with this view. Marik wasn't wearing anything sexy now, but it was still driving Bakura crazy. Gosh, what have I become, Bakura thought. Once I was a feared slayer, living like an animal in the mud. And now I'm sitting here, hugging the boy I'm in love with, living in an apartment, practising a job. I don't know if I should laugh or cry.
Soon he was laughing because the guy on the television screen had murdered another person leaving some puzzled policemen behind. Marik came closer to Bakura. "How can you laugh, Florence! It's scary. Maybe he will come up to us."
"It's a movie, Marik."
"It could still happen."
"It could not. What's up, aren't you an evil villain, Marik?" Bakura grinned. "You would take him down in no minute."
"Maybe." Marik looked up into Bakuras eyes. "But maybe not. Would you protect me, Bakura?"
"I-I guess I would." Bakura looked away, he was getting a red face. Marik cuddled closer to the british boy, laid his head on Bakuras shoulder, pulled the blanket under his chin. Why was Bakura so nervous? He had said so many embarrassing things today to Marik but this situation now was more arousing than all of those spoken words. It was so because Marik was the one who had started it.
The advertisements began again and Marik yawned loudly. "I'm tired, Bakura. You want to watch it till the end?" His head was still on Bakuras shoulder. He moved closer to Bakura again by lifting his feet from the ground and under the blanket. His knees were on Bakuras lap, his head right there were Bakuras dead heart was racing.
"I-I don't know. How long is it going?" Bakura asked, trying to sound as cool as always. It wasn't easy to ignore those pleasant touches from Marik. He knew that he would have to finish what Marik was starting now. Later when he was alone.
Marik yawned again. "I don't know. You have to look it up."
"I can't. Can't you look it up for me?"
"Mhh... It's so relaxing right now." Marik pushed his face in Bakuras chest. "Why can't you look it up?"
"Be-Because you're... Well, you almost sit on me Marik! I can't bloody move!"
"Oh. I'm sorry." Marik moved away. He grabbed the TV magazine. "Um it will end in about a half hour. Mh, I guess I'll stay if you stay, Bakura."
Bakura felt cold again. He missed Mariks warmth already. How can he be so warm, Bakura wondered. Or is it my crotch that heats my body? "I'll stay." Bakura said. Marik squeezed himself back on him, holding his arm in his arms, resting the head again on Bakuras shoulder.
"You know, you never said that you were sorry." Marik said suddenly.
"Sorry for what?" Bakura frowned.
"For saying 'I love you' earlier."
"Why should I be sorry. It's the bloody truth." Bakura hoped that they wouldn't start an argument again. He was tired of it.
"But you should not say it. I don't want it."
"Well I can't help it, I told you." Bakura lied. It was rather difficult for Bakura to bring up those words, but it was annoying Marik and this was good. It meant something to Marik after all. Otherwise Marik wouldn't be so angrily about it, would he?
The movie continued and they were quiet again, but they weren't following what was happening on the screen. Both boys fell into deep thinking.
Bakura was sad again. He had hoped that his honesty would bring him closer to his beloved one but it had just made him feel lonelier. Maybe he should try it the other way around again. He had stopped flirting with Marik once but he had still let him touching him. Maybe Bakura could achieve something by completely ignoring the younger one.
Marik felt weird. He couldn't point the finger on it but he knew it was because of Bakura. If he was honest to himself he did feel something for the other one, but he was too afraid to explore those feelings. He was always suppressing them, every time they came up. It was annoying that Bakura was telling him about his feelings. He said that he wasn't expecting anything but his flirting and teasing still sounded like a question. A question Marik didn't want to answer.
When the movie finished, both woke up from their trance again. Bakura stretched himself, Marik yawned. They looked at each other, sheepishly. All of a sudden Marik embraced Bakura. "I've changed my mind, Fluffy." he said. "You can say to me what you want. Maybe I'll get used to it." Marik pushed his face deep into Bakuras thick hair, although Bakura couldn't have seen his blush anyways. The question could be asked, Marik just went for it. After all he liked the feeling of being loved, well who doesn't.
Marik was needing this feeling so very much.
But he did not want to answer Bakuras question.
"W-Well, this is good..." Bakuras heart jumped. What a surprise, what a pleasant surprise! Bakura didn't had to change his plan after all. He could say to Marik whatever he wanted, he could just say what he was thinking... Shit, this is kinda bad, Bakura thought. I don't really want this. I'd rather hug and kiss him then annoy him with some stupid words. Hmm... But maybe it will change something?
Bakura would try nonetheless.
But now it was time. The heat between Bakuras legs was still there. "Then good night, Marik." Bakura said, wanting Marik to let go.
"You know what, Bakura?" Marik looked up, still holding the other one. "I am not gay but I am very happy when you are around me!"
"Um... Yeah. Wo-Wonderful." Bakura stuttered. He couldn't think clearly any more. With Marik being so close to him, face to face, chest to chest... It was bloody arousing him. Escaping was the only option.
"So I think you are my new sense in life!" Marik smiled.
"Me?" Bakuras face was red again. His eyes found Mariks.
For a moment Bakura believed to see pain in them.
Marik nodded. Then he stood up and hopped cheerfully to his room. "Good night, Bakura! Ba-Ku-Ra...! ~ Ba-Bakuuura, Ba-Bakuuura...! ~"
The star of Mariks song took a deep breath. I'm the king of thieves, he thought. But I'm also Marik Ishtars toy. Why am I playing this game again? Oh right, love...! Love, love, love!