A/N: I lied when I said Puppyshipping was next. It really was going to be, it will be after this fic, but my AmazinAlexis asked for Changeshipping so there. I had to do it because she wrote Stark/Loren. Only the best thing ever. This is Marik/Duke. I normally use Japanese names, but I hate the name Otogi. So there. Set in season five when Marik is on the same boat as Duke. You know the episode of which I speak? If not, episode 220. Though I don't think it shows what I'm talking about till the very en of the episode.

Enjoy, my readers.(:

~l~l~l~

Chapter Ten: Changeshipping

Duke strolled on the upper deck of the large ship, sighing softly at the cool breeze that picked up his onyx locks occasionally. So this was it. The Pharaoh would be departing soon. Everyone was so sad, feeling as though a long time friend (well, he supposed the Pharaoh was one in a way) would soon be leaving.

Everyone except a certain blonde Egyptian.

Marik was meandering on the opposite side of the deck, a smile marking his face. Freedom at last!
Yes, he supposed he was freed after Mariku was vanquished. His heart still hurt at the thought of his yami's screams as he was banished. He told himself that Mariku wasn't something to be mourned over... But the man had been half of his soul. Wasn't it only right that he mourn his loss?

Freedom... Such an abstract thing! You couldn't literally touch it, smell it, none of those things. Yet it was there. Tangible in the very air the Marik breathed. Yes, he admired the Pharaoh. No, he no longer hated the man. But still. His opression was not so easily forgotten, though it had been forgiven. After this, no others would have to suffer. He wouldn't have to watch his wife give birth to the newest of the tomb keeper bloodline, only to have their back ruined by scars such as his was. He still refused to show his back. Some things were better left hidden.

"Ya elahi." he muttered. He leaned over the railing of the ship, staring down into the dark waters. No reflections here.

"You probably shouldn't stand so close. You might fall over."

Marik let out a rather girly scream, pivoting hard to stare Duke in the face. "Friggin'! Gah! Make some noise next time, please."

Duke looked bemused as he sat on one of the chairs decorating the deck. Marik stared at him a moment longer before turning back to the railing, once again staring down at the water.

"Do you ever wonder what it's like?" Duke asked suddenly. Marik didn't turn to look at him this time, opting instead to stare at the moon. It helped center him.

"Do I ever wonder what what is like?" he finally asked. Duke rose and stood beside him, arms resting on the cold bars alongside Marik's.

"Dying. Moving on. Whatever it is we do."

Marik snorted. "I've seen my fair share of the Shadow Realm. Shall we assume that's.. what Christains call... Hell?"

Marik wasn't so sure about modern day religions. He only knew what he was taught, the ways of the Old Ones.

"Yeah. I see what you're getting at. The Shadow Realm is probably equal to hell. But what about... What they call Heaven? Hm? Angels and all that?"

Marik hummed thoughtfully. "No. I don't believe in angels."

"Demons?"

"Definitely." Marik laughed. "Why are you asking me this?"

The question didn't come out as rude, like it should have, due to his light tone and geniune curiosity.

"Isn't it obvious? Atem will be leaving for the Afterlife now. I want to know what it's like. You know, before I die." Duke reasoned. Marik tilted his head.

"It's a.. nice place. I've never been, obviously... I've heard about it. I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

Duke looked at the Egyptian. "You speak as though you won't. Or that you won't be there to."

Marik smiled cruelly, looking down at the waves again. "I won't."

He'd done too much. Caused too much trouble. He had forsaken the Pharaoh, the very incarnate of the gods! No. He wouldn't be getting into Heaven, the Afterlife, the Otherworld, Summerland. Nothing. You name it, he was banned. He just knew. He felt Duke turn his face back to him, thinking his hand lingered a little too long on his jaw.

"No. I don't think... No gods would ever turn their back on you."

Was Duke blushing? Marik tilted his head.

"Why's that?"

Duke just shrugged, his smile saying 'I just know.'

"You're different that what I originally assumed." Marik said, eyeing Duke's profile.

"What did you originally assume?" he asked. Marik smiled wryly.

"That you were an arrogant bastard, too self centered to notice anything around you. Typical pretty boy." Marik replied. Duke felt his ears fixate on the way that Marik rolled his r's. The gently sweep of his tongue on the roof of his mouth as he formed words.

"Oh, jeez. Don't try to sugar coat it." Duke muttered. Marik's eyes widened as he reached out to grab Duke's hand.

"No! I don't think that anymore. You seem very... philosophical." he said, grasping Duke's other hand and giving both a squeeze. Duke finally tore his eyes from the waves long enough to stare at Marik.

Gods, he thought, You can never turn your backs on such a beautiful creature. You cannot create something so wonderful then turn away. Something so gorgeous. He needs you... There's pain in his eyes. He cares about being banished more than he'd letting on.

"Marik. Can I ask you something?" Duke was looking intently at Marik now, but the boy didn't squirm. He'd withstood glares from Bakura and Mariku. He could meet Duke's eyes.

"Of course, sadeek!" he chirped. Duke shivered at the Arabic name for friend. The syllables sounded right at home flowing from between Marik's lips.

"Can I kiss you?"

Marik stared, dumbstruck, at the beauty in front of him. There was no question on whether or not he was gay. He'd fucked Bakura countless times over the course of Battle City. Well, before they got dead of course. And Duke was attractive enough. No, he was hella gorgeous. Marik allowed a slow smile to creep over his features, eyes twinkling with sultry intent.

"I don't know, can you?" (I fucking hate when people do that to me.)

Duke smiled at the lame retort, gently taking the Egyptian's face in his hands. Marik bent to kiss him, lips moving with Duke's in a slow dance. Duke responded instantly, arms moving to wrap around Marik's shoulders as the hikari's hands wound around his slim waist. He felt Marik's hands push into his lower back, bringing his hips to meet his own.

"M-Marik..." Duke stuttered. Marik slowly pulled back, a trail of saliva connecting their lips. Marik's lilac eyes were pools of emotion.

He started to stumble away from the onyx haired boy. What'd started out as a chaste event ended in Marik having a half formed erection and a serious need to fuck the boy in front of him.

"I'm sorry... I didn't..."

Marik was stuttering. Surely the boy thought he was a slut. Duke once again stepped into his embrace, lips grazing his neck as he was pressed against the cool metal poles. He threw his head back, groaning slightly. Duke's hands trailed up his sides to his shoulders where he lightly squeezed.

"Duke..."

"I never said for you to stop." Duke whispered huskily. He began sliding down Marik's form to sit on his haunches, eyes glued to Marik as he used his teeth to unzip his friend's jeans.

Well, this escalated quickly...

Duke's hands were in his boxers, teasing his member lightly. He bit back a moan as he braced himself on the railing of the boat. His face was flushed and he was panting slightly. Did Isis know he was out here?

Then his sex was in Duke's mouth, and he didn't even care.

"Duke AH, no. You shouldn't..."

He trailed off. The boy had begun to suck at just the right speed, and when Marik caught sight of his head bobbing up and down, green eyes never leaving his lilac ones, he couldn't remember what needed to be said anyways. He allowed one hand to fall from the railing and twist into the onyx hair below him. He didn't force himself further in, no. He just let Duke do.. whatever he was doing. It seemed to be working well enough. When Duke's hands began to massage his inner thighs, he grunted, head falling back.

"Mmmm... Duke." he moaned as the boy sped up, making his hands do such wondrous things to Marik's back side. The boy hummed, sending vibrations up through Marik's member. He cried out as his climax slammed into him. No time to warn Duke.

Not that he cared. Marik was wonderful. So much so that he moaned a little, sucking and licking at the now limp member to find anything he'd missed. Finally he met Marik's eyes. The blonde was panting with one hand pressed against his forehead. His eyes were wide and warm, staring at Duke with something unreadable. As Duke rose, Marik seemed to jolt out of his stupor, as he lunged for the boy, knocking them both back onto the deck chairs. The lounger fell back with a thud, so that the two were laying completely flat. Marik was between Duke's legs, mouth already attacking the other's.

"Ah... Marik..." Duke whimpered as the tanned man's hands went to rubbing his crotch. Marik truly was a man, now. When he'd left Battle City, he'd been small and lithe. Now he'd grown, at least a foot, and attained far more muscle than anyone who hung near Yuugi. He even had Jounouchi beat as far as he could tell.

He was fucking gorgeous.

"Yes, little uke?"

Duke paused. Uke? Well, he supposed it made sense. But of course his masculine pride made him object.

"Me!? Why!"

Marik licked at the outer shell of his ear, nibbling softly. "Because. You're smaller. Girlier. You wear more makeup than I do. And those long legs of yours would be just so much better wrapped around me."

Duke moaned as Marik's hands slid under his shirt to tweak a nipple softly. The Egyptian bent down so that his lips brushed Duke's with every word. "Wouldn't you agree?"

Duke was in no frame of mind to agree or disagree. Marik sat back, pink tongue darting out to moisten his dry lips. His body was on fire for the boy beneath him. He rocked himself gently against Duke, allowing the man to feel his need. Duke gasped and rolled to meet him. Marik sighed softly and began sliding Duke's shirt off, ravishing the torso with his eyes as it appeared.

"Nng. You're beautiful..." he whispered, kissing the chest softly. Duke smiled and ruffled the blonde's hair. Marik smirked and sat back up, removing his own shirt. Yes. Duke had seen him take his shirt off during Battle City. Yes, he'd drooled...

But holy shit! Compared to now, Marik had looked like a young boy! Muscle had always lined his torso, but now it was much more defined. So much so that Duke just had to lean forward and run his tongue up the mounds of muscle. Marik looked down at him, mouth watering.

He roughly shoved Duke back, hands tearing the fabric of the other's leather pants away from milky thighs. Duke hissed as cool air struck his erection, but quickly gulped as Marik removed his own pants.

"My gods! You fit that down your pants? Every day?" Duke asked, incredulous. No. Freaking. Way.

Marik leaned down and laughed, rolling against Duke in such a way that their members rubbed together. Duke moaned and his fingers found Marik's back, where he immediately froze.

"No. You're fine. Don't... Don't stop." Marik whispered. His tattoos had always been the second most sensitive spot on his body. The first was his sex. But the feel of Duke's hands lovingly tracing the patterns with both awe and sorrow in his eyes struck something in Marik he'd long thought to be dead.

Affection.

"Are you sure you want to do this with me? I tried to kill you all." Marik said, only half joking. Duke never stopped his fingers from dancing over Marik's back as he answered.

"No. That wasn't you. Don't stop. Please?"

Marik wavered for a moment. Duke seemed so... innocent to him, despite the bad boy appearances he put up. No, he didn't think for a moment that the other was a virgin, but virginity had absolutely nothing to do with innocence. If Duke did become emotionally attached to him, Marik didn't know if he could handle all that Marik had been through. It'd left him too cold in some places, and too quick to lash out in others. He wasn't as stable as he should be...

But something told him Duke didn't care. That the man trembling beneath him hadn't forgotten about him since Battle City. One of the few, Marik was sure. Even as the first finger was slid carefully into Duke's entrance, the boy never lost eye contact. They had full conversations with no words needed.

Marik knew this wouldn't just be a one night stand. And something in him was glad for it.

Three fingers and some odd moans later, Marik was positioned at Duke's entrance. He looked down as he gently pushed himself in, hissing at the head that immediately surrounded him.

Agh, Duke was tight.

"Ah.. Ow. Huh. Ugh." Duke groaned slamming his head back against the chair. Marik immediately felt bad. He knew he was a bit larger than the average lover...

"Just bear with me, ya habibi. Sh..."

Tears had begun to leak down Duke's face, only to be kissed away by Marik as he lazily thrusted in and out. Finally! Duke cried out, toes curling and fingers digging into Marik's shoulder. The hikari immediately pulled out nearly all the way before slamming back in.

"Ah, ah. Faster. Harder!" Duke begged. Marik was so damn good, his hands traveling everywhere, touching everything. Duke felt like he was about to explode. Marik quickly obliged as Duke's legs wrapped around his waist to pull him in as deep as possible. Duke began rolling back to meet Marik, making the other cry out.

As Marik's hand roughly jerked him to completion, he screamed. His back arched off of the chair, hands fisting into blonde hair. Marik followed suit, not screaming, but moaning lowly. His lips crushed against Duke's as his seed was released. Never had an orgasm with Bakura felt that amazing. With Bakura, it was in and out. No foreplay, no loving touches...

Duke stirred beneath him. Consciousness swept back over him. He'd passed out?

"Crap!" he muttered, quickly rolling off the teen to lay beside him. "I'm sorry if I was crushing you."

Duke laughed and reached for his hand, wiggling until his head was laying on the bronzed boy's chest, their fingers intertwined. "Nah, it's all good..."

He gently kissed Marik, laying back down. His eyes slid shut, exhaustion suddenly taking hold. Marik continued to look at the peaceful face, for hours to come.

Maybe the gods did hate him, but maybe they didn't. If Duke's eyes were to be trusted, he felt as though this wasn't the last time he'd be with him. Marik finally turned to look at the moon, drawing on it's age old wisdom and peace.

"Lady Isis, Lord Osiris... Please, forgive me?"

As his own eyes slid shut, two voices old as time were carried on the wind to his waiting ears.

All you ever had to do was ask. Of course we will. You are our son.

A/N: Aw... Well. This was rather long. Haha. I really will do Puppshipping next. My friend is half asleep, rubbing her face on my wall... Me and AmazinAlexis caused a riot in our English class today. Oops. Apparently, no one knew who Lilith (the demon) was. Our bad. lol. OH YEAH, she has a Thiefshipping fic up, go read it, please! Tell her what you think. As for you, Lady Ladiporn, I hope you enjoyed your Changeshipping. IAmTheTainedAngel, if I don't do Puppyshipping next, feel free to hunt me down and beat me up. lol. I love you all; review!

Arabic used! Ya elahi means my God. Sadeek means friend. Ya habibi is my darling. There, you do learn things from me. (:

~Nightingale!