Part eight

They had just made it to the inn and into their room when Bakura had had enough. The other Egyptian had cried most of the way there and he was worried about the other, and wondered if he had done something wrong to hurt the lad. "What's wrong Marik?" He asked while leading him in and mentioning for him to sit next to the thief. Marik sniffled as he wanted to reply to the question but currently didn't know how to. "Well Marik?" he asks again.

Minutes pass and he is still unable to get Marik to answer him but he keeps on until getting fed up with that. "Look Marik if it's about the kiss thing…" he sighs and then leans over towards the blonde wrapping an arm around taking Marik who looks up in surprise off guard. Marik blushes deeply as Bakura cradles his chin with his other hand forcing the other Egyptian to look him in the eyes.

"W-what's….going on here?" Marik stutters and is confused but doesn't pull away from him and the thief seeing this as an okay leans in before deep and passionately pressing his lips against Marik's in a way so tender that it surprised Marik even more. He would have never thought the thief from what he'd noticed and observed could ever be this gentle or sweet, but yet here he was. Bakura tasted sweet, and had a hint of liquor, he hoped it wasn't possible to get drunk like this, though even if it happened because it was with him Marik wouldn't mind. "Well what do we have here runt? It seems he made the first move. You're a lucky one yet again boy." The voice of his second half spoke to him in his head. He ignores it and savors the moment until the kiss finally breaks leaving them both panting for air.

"Marik?" He says as he looks to him partial lust in his eyes but still full of concern. "Now can you tell me what's bothering you?" It is then Marik realizes the weight that once was on his chest is now gone completely and he no longer feels up set. It is then not long after he finds himself wrapped in the thief's arms and while he didn't tell him about the voice per say he did tell him how he felt like he'd made a fool of himself, and was afraid that the thief would have a higher disregard of him because of it. But Marik was wrong and the other half of him, the voice had just fooled him. Bakura didn't strait out admit his feeling's to the other blonde Egyptian, but the kiss in Marik's views practically had.

He was light headed from it, the sensation and how Bakura doing that to him had made his heart leap, flutter even. He had thought about it before, but he fully realized it now. He loved the silver headed thief and he wanted more. However Bakura backed away some as he went back to sitting strait up and letting go of him, "What's wrong Bakura?"

He shakes his head seemingly frustrated not at Marik per say but more so himself, because now, he was starting to have a growing urge to take the boy. "It's nothing kid, just go to sleep, we both are a bit tired." He stands about to go over to the other bed that's in the room when the blonde headed Marik friggin Ishtar reached towards him grabbing the thief by the wrist. "Marik let go."

The blonde shrinks back for there was some acid in his tone that Bakura hadn't really been planning on. The blonde felt as if he did something to anger the other and cringed as instantly let's go of as he was told. He looks down like a kid who was scolded by there parent."…I'm not a kid Bakura…"

Sighing Bakura looks back. "I know Marik, I'm not doing this for me it's for your sake now just…" he hesitates slightly, "go to sleep."