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Living together in crime

Chapter X: Mystery

They paid, packed the stuff and leaved. Both boys were carrying each two full bags containing cookies, soda, fruits and vegetables. And some wine for Bakura. "So tell me, Marik. What is going on?" Bakura asked again.

"Uhh, it's nothing." Marik said quietly. "I don't want to talk about it."

"But I do. It does involve me so I want to know."

"But I'm not telling you!"

"Alright, Marik. No cuddling for you tonight then, Mister!" Bakura chuckled. "You will have to watch TV all by yourself."

"Hey, that's not fair!" Marik yelled and stopped walking.

Bakura was surprised that his threat had actually worked so he quickly decided to play along. "Haha, well it's not fair of you to not tell me the truth! So? If you won't I'll leave you alone tonight."

"Noo, don't leave me alone! Not tonight!" Marik pleaded. "Tonight's this movie with Leonardo DiCaprio on Fox! How is it called? ...Infection or something like that? I need you to watch it with me, Bakura!" They continued walking. "I heard it's very difficult to understand. You have to explain it to me!"

"Infection... You mean Inception... Well, well." Bakura had fun. "Then you have to tell me the story behind you and Ishizu. Come on, it can't be that hard! Just tell it and I promise I won't give any remarks!"

"Mhh... Alright, but... Mhh..." Marik wasn't looking at Bakura. "Mhh... Uh, I don't know."

"Alright, what about I watch the bloody movie with you and we stay up a bit longer tonight, hm? And eat all the cookies? My last offer." Bakura remembered saying that line before. Ugh, I'm too kind to him today, he thought.

"Mhh, no. I'm already tired. Don't want to stay up late."

"Ugh. You will just fall asleep again on the couch..." Bakura mumbled angrily.

"Ha. Don't act like you don't like it when I fall asleep!" Marik blushed. "You..."

"I what...?" Bakura smirked.

I guess it's too late to deny it now, Marik thought. "You're stroking my face, Bakura! You think I don't know it but I know it and it's friggin annoying!"

It was true, Bakura had started to touch Mariks face every evening after Marik felt asleep. But he didn't know that the boy was aware of it. Oh this is beginning to be interesting, Bakura thought. "When it's so 'friggin annoying' than why haven't you ever 'woke up' and yell at me for doing it, hm?" He was grinning, trying to lock eyes with Marik but the other boy was avoiding eye contact.

Mariks blush got redder. "Be-Because shut up!"

"Great answer. Really."

"Silence! You're terribly annoying, Florence!"

"And that's coming from you."

"Grr, just shut up now!"

"Hmm... Shall I? Shall I not?"

"Stop talki-i-i-ing!"

"Maybe I will..."

"Do it!"

"...when you've told me about your sister."

Marik burst out. "Alright, she friggin doesn't like you because she friggin thinks that you are dangerous for me and she wants me to friggin move out, frigging frig!" He dropped his bags on the floor and stared at Bakura. They had reached their house so he scanned his jacket for the keys but realized that Bakura must have them. Marik browsed through Bakuras jacket pockets while mumbling something to himself. When he finally opened the door he didn't get his bags, he just stomped upstairs and opened the door to their apartment.

Confused and a bit amused, Bakura sighed and brought all four bags inside the house before carrying the first two upstairs. "Hey, come back and help me! I can't carry all of those bags at once!" His shout was useless. Marik was sitting on the couch, preparing himself for the movie. "Marik." Bakura said, putting down the bags.

"Come on now, it will start in ten minutes, Bakura!" Marik said impatiently. He fetched some blankets and some pillows, giving Bakura a deep look which made the white-haired boy feeling uneasy. "I need you." Marik said, blinking charmingly with his eyes.

How could Bakura resist that? "Give me a sec." He growled and went back to pick up the other two bags by himself. Marik could act innocent and oblivious but he knew what he had to say and to do to make Bakura obedient.

Some minutes later they sat next to each other, wrapped in blankets. Marik stared at the TV while trying to open the Oreos. He growled and yelled but the box stayed closed. "Bakuraa!" he whined handing the older boy the box.

"What do I get for opening these?" Bakura asked flirtingly.

"You'll get an Oreo!"

"Great."

"Shut up, Fluffy, it's about to begin!"

"Great."

...

Half an hour later Marik began to doze off. His head was on Bakuras shoulder, one hand in his lap, the other one in a bag of potato chips. The Oreo box was empty, some crumbs were laying around. One bottle soda had been emptied, another one was standing on the table, besides some cups. Bakura loved this situation more than anything. It was the best part of the day. He smiled as he heard his name in Mariks mumbling and moved so he could rest his head on Mariks. I wonder if he's awake, Bakura thought. He knew that I stroke his cheek when he's asleep on the couch...

Bakura grinned. He got an idea.

First Bakura reached for Mariks face, started to stroke his cheek. Marik didn't move. But his breath got slower. Much slower. So you're awake, huh, aren't you, Bakura smiled. Next he lifted Mariks head from his shoulder and placed it carefully on the backrest of the couch so that Marik wouldn't wake up if he was, in fact, sleeping. The potato chips bag cracked but Marik just sighed and didn't seem to notice anything.
It was very silent as Bakura leaned closer to Mariks face, touching his nose with Mariks. In the background Leonardo DiCaprio was having some gun fights. All Bakura could hear was Mariks soft breathing, feelings it against his lips. Steady air flowed in and out of Marik, making his chest moving up and down, making his body move slightly. Another sigh left Mariks lips. It wasn't much but Bakura got hard.
Bakura groaned quietly and sat up next to Marik again. Stupid teenage body, he thought.

Marik sighed again, mumbled something Bakura couldn't catch.

I'm pathetic, Bakura thought. I should just grab him and bang him right here, right now. I would be satisfied and it would be over. But he would hate me. He would lose his trust in other people completely. It would break him.
Bakuras boner swelled off. He sat up, stroked Mariks face with the side of his index finger, touched those soft lips and those warm cheeks. He placed his forehead carefully on Mariks and wondered what he would kiss first if he would be allowed too. Lips, cheeks, eyes, forehead. Everything was so seductive. Collarbone, neck, chest, stomach, crotch...
"You know, you're right." Bakura whispered. "Your sister is stupid. How can I be dangerous to you? I don't even dare to kiss you, let alone touch you."

"That's not what I meant." Marik whispered back softly like he was still dreaming. His eyes remained closed, his breathing remained steady. Bakuras eyes opened wide. He would have expected Marik to get angry or to stay calm and deny that he was awake but not to respond him. So he enjoyed Bakuras caressing after all?
"Is the movie over yet?" Marik asked, still whispering.

"No." Bakura answered, getting a blush on his cheeks. He enjoyed the situation, closed his eyes and did not move.

"I'm tired." Marik said.

"Me too."

"Let's go sleep."

"Mh. Just one minute."

"Hold me, Bakura." Marik said in his normal voice, opening his eyes, moving, reaching for Bakura. The other boy didn't hesitate, but pulled Marik near. "I'm cold." Marik continued, placed his chin on Bakuras shoulder. Bakura hold him tight, let him sit on his lap. "I need you, Bakura." Marik said.

"I have you." Bakura answered.

"I need you." Marik repeated.

"I have you." Bakura replied.

"Ishizu thinks because you're a murderer and a thief you have no soul. She said you'll kill me too when you don't need me anymore. She said you don't care about me at all."

"You know that it's not true."

"I know."

"I care about you."

"I know."

"Why does she think so?"

"She doesn't know you."

"No one knows me like you do."

"I told her about us. But she wouldn't believe me."

"What did you told her?"

"That we need each other."

Bakura smiled. "I don't get it. Doesn't she think that you can handle your life for your own?"

"Are you serious?" Marik lifted his head from Bakuras shoulder. He seemed to be taller than he was because he was sitting on Bakura. He looked down into the other boys eyes. "Even I know that I can't handle my life on my own."

Bakura chuckled. "Well, I wasn't expecting you to know that."

"Thanks." Marik frowned. "Jerk."

Bakura closed his mouth, but smiled. "If I'd want to lay hands on you I would have done it by now. I don't understand her." Marik was still sitting on his lap, his weight was pleasantly warm. His hands laid firmly on Bakuras shoulders. The british boy had to suppress the urge to jump at Marik.

"No, she thinks it's part of some evil plan of yours." Marik yawned. It seemed like he had calmed down. "But I told her that you love me too much to use me."

"Yey, the mystery's solved." Bakura mumbled with a blush on his face. So he tells others that I love him? Bakura sighed. No wonder his sister freaked out. It hurt Bakura that Marik was taking his love for granted.

Marik looked at him, blushing too. He leaned nearer to Bakuras face, his arms glided on Bakuras shoulders, until their both foreheads touched. Excitement shot through Bakuras body, but he managed to remain calm on the outside. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Mariks waist, pulling him a bit closer. Bakura tried not to think about Mariks crotch which was imminent close to his own. It didn't matter though, because Marik gave such a loud and heart-rending sigh out that Bakuras pants got tight anyway. Then Marik spoke. "You know I'm thankful for you, Bakura." he said.

"Y... You don't need to." Bakura replied with a scratchy voice. He cleared his throat. "I need you as much as you need me."

"But still." Marik whispered. To Bakuras disappointment he lifted his head again and looked at the other one for some seconds. His piercing eyes made no movement which freaked Bakura out. What is he staring at, Bakura wondered. Suddenly Marik lifted one hand and stroked Bakuras cheek with his thumb. Then he stroked his own cheek. "Ha!" he exclaimed. "No wonder you like to stroke my skin! It's much softer than yours! Yours feels like an old banana! ...no, wait that doesn't make sense... It feels like an old apple! Or maybe like an old... Like an old... Oreo!"

Bakura was too aroused to get angry. This little touch from Marik had filled him with hope. He had seen the next scene before his eyes: A grab on his cheeks, a bit of leaning over, a kiss, lips on lips, some moaning, Mariks sweet voice around him, his skin on Bakuras, his warmth...
"I... I... I'm... I'm gonna go sleep..." Bakura stuttered pushing Marik away. He wiped off some crumbs of Mariks potato chips, which had been spilled on him from before.

"Ohh, already? But the movie is not over yet!" Marik sat down and grabbed his cup. "You said you would be with me all night long!"

Bakura turned his reddish face towards him. How can he be so oblivious, Bakura wondered. Don't you get the sexual innuendo you just said? Don't you know why I want to leave the room right know? You were just sitting on my lap and I saw you blushing! You sat on me and touched me, looked at me, God damn it, I hate you for doing this to me!

"Don't break your promise, Fluffy." Marik said and grabbed the next box of cookies out of the shopping bag.

Bakura was still standing. "We already missed half of the movie. It doesn't make sense to watch it any longer."

"Just explain me what happened." Marik bit the box, tried to open it with his teeth.

"How can I explain it to you when I haven't seen it either?!" Bakura grumbled.

"Oh, right. Here, open them, please." Marik raised his hand and threw the cookie box to Bakura, who opened it with a sigh. "Thank you." Marik said politely and smiled at Bakura.

"Whatever." the other one mumbled, returned the box and turned around.

"Hey, don't leave! We can watch something else! Look!" Marik leaned over and reached for something else in the shopping bag. He held the bottle of red wine up, while luring Bakura with his eyes. "See? I got you this disgusting wine! Will you stay?"

Bakura smiled and nodded. "I'll stay." he said. "I'll just... I'll be back in some minutes, okay?" Bakura sighed. I just have to get rid of my boner first!