A/n: This is the REVISED version of this chapter, and I have added a large chunk of new material towards the end.
Quite frankly, Seiri was disappointed with the lack of detail toward the end, (where it counts) and although originally she was going to wait for the end of the story to go fix it, since she's still waiting on ONE MORE REVIEW to start the new chapter, and didn't want to leave a week without updating, I've decided to fix this now instead of later.
So for you readers who were confused when you got the message of the update, only to see no new chapter, this is why. I will not be doing this again, it's a one-off thing.. I'm happy enough with all the other chapters. The new bit begins toward the end, in that nice scene with Marik and the net. :D
Come on, peoplez! Just one more review...! Surely there's someone out there nice enough to give it? Because remember, I'll only start the new chappie after all six are in, and if I don't get it.... I know I said I'd leave it a month, but to be honest, after that amount of time, without any reason to continue, Seiri will just not write this story any more. The week gap is also sort of difficult, let alone longer than that... so if you like, PLEASE review. And if you don't.... I'd still like to know.
Disclaimer: I own no beverage store chains, nor do I own Yugioh. As the anniversary of 10 whole chapters of Blackheart(and an intro), enjoy this chapter to the full! :D :D
Oh, and this is a CONTENT WARNING XD XD ...watch the Yaoi. It could be too much for some. (there again, others will disagree and say it wasn't as thorough as it could have been. Don't worry, I know that... )So those who feel the need to vacate the premesis, then do so NOW. Otherwise, enjoy. It's still longer than normal now I have added much-needed details..XD by about 3000 words excess if not more...
Chapter 10- Problem's coming (revised)
The magic of a millennium item activated… a light glow briefly illuminated tanned features as he searched out through the nothingness of higher conscience for the right mind to descend upon. Plenty presented themselves from the surrounding areas, but this impatient person waved them away angrily. He was looking for a certain handsome, snowy white presence, not the tainted, murky souls of mere mortals.
Finally he caught a flash of this prized soul, and descended like a hungry eagle on a rotting carcass. He was in.. he could sense it...
The spirit of the ring was surprised to see Marik in this unlikely way, two chocolate eyes searching his apparition. Truthfully, our villain found it a tiresome way of communicating, an unsettling feeling, being so far from one's own body and also, just plain bothersome to have to provide a 'solid' form once he arrived.
"What do you want?" a familiar British snarl inquired from the nothingness. Finally there was a spark of light from near him, and Bakura appeared in physical form. Marik couldn't help but stare around at the empty soul boundaries surrounding them. That little corner in one's mind that should not take up much room. Usually our villain was also very used to cramped conditions in this sort of method of communication… that is, if he even had to stick around this long. But this place… it was like the endless deserts of Egypt. There were no ends… it just expanded on horribly…
"I want to ask you for something…" Marik chanced, to distract himself. He could see the spirit very clearly in front of him now and anchored himself to the image; he was almost exactly the way he would have expected to see him in real-life, dressed up in the same clothes his host wore, pale mane launching down his back in jagged points, dark eyes capable of searching someone's very soul…
Somehow when our curious villain had decided to contact him like this instead of having to physically travel back to the hospital, he'd expected him to look… different, somehow. As if he was really a shadow who chose to possess that pitiful boy… he'd got a flash of inspiration while working on his plan with Odeon, while he'd been making sure the last of his temper tantrum had been spent. Perhaps for it to be a way to see the real Bakura he cared so much for… he knew he shouldn't be so disappointed that he looked exactly the same, for so did he in this soul room. It was just another idea which had ended fruitlessly.
"I need your help…" He repeated, aware that it sounded pitiful out loud, he realised with a jerk of pride.
"With what, getting back to sleep?" grumbled the reply immediately, sarcastic. Bakura's apparition had his arms folded defiantly, a thin smile parting his lips.
"No, you fool! My plan against the Pharaoh! You promised to help me earn the two remaining god cards, remember?" His voice echoed loudly in the nothingness, and our villain was glad there was no-one else around who could hear their conversation, apart from the host Bakura, even though he'd seen no trace of him here yet.
"Oh I remember that, Marik. Just as clear as I remember you passing out like a baby last night," came the reply. Our villain found himself struggling against his temper once again. He knew it'd been a huge mistake to have made, but there was no way he could now reverse time and change the whole chain of events, was there?
"Shut up! So what if I fell asleep? Maybe you should stop looking at me for faults and take a look at yourself! How boring must you have been for me to actually get time to drop off?" invented our crafty villain. He would not be bested in an argument, especially one which he would certainly be losing had he not have shifted the focus onto his opponent.
"Oh there's nothing wrong with me," replied Bakura calmly, "If you want me to help you, then you need to help me." His confidence offended our villain. How was one to know if they were any good in bed, unless they had had enough practice…?
"Fine, I'll give you my rod, after I beat Yugi," offered our villain, glancing down at it's sprite in his hand. Even if it let him speak momentarily with his friend like this, he found this method of communication very unnerving. Especially here- he couldn't even sense the presence of the host Bakura in the soul wasteland, it was so unnaturally large.
"That's a nice offer, but that's not the sort of rod I had in mind," his friend insinuated with a white eyebrow raised suggestively.
Oh.
Oh…
"What's wrong? Can't control your hormones?" Marik retorted; he was rather glad he was being given a second chance, but right now sex was understandably not the first thing on his mind.
"I can control myself fine, unlike some of us," came the answer, a filthy glare piercing his soul. "However, I do require the millennium rod too, which I'll claim along with your virginity, after you have gained what you want. But I suggest you remember that I grow impatient, and I won't wait forever before taking both by force," The growl was as venomous as the deadliest scorpion sting- Bakura was very serious, and although Marik didn't class himself as being intimidated, after his obvious show of physical strength regarding the motorbike, he made sure not to get into a brawl with his associate.
"Fine, whatever… Okay, this is what I want you to do…."
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It had been almost three and a half hours ago he had contacted the spirit and given him the instructions, so Marik was quite surprised to be hearing back from him so soon. Extracting the vibrating cell from his back pocket and flipping it up to is ear, he frowned. Was there something wrong?
"Hello?"
"They let me out," the line was bad, but the wind ripping into his British accent couldn't mask them words.
"What?? You're out of hospital already? But I thought we'd agreed I was coming down to get you!" our villain grumbled back. He was mad, but didn't trust himself to express it in his current surroundings without drawing attention to himself. He was in the centre of a busy Domino street, his millennium rod hidden safely in the leg of his trousers. Nobody would recognise him, right?
The shop to his right was just beginning to open, and a man was hauling back the shutters and unlocking the door. Marik gave him an instinctively wide berth.
"Hmm, that annoying doctor was inquiring about you. I told him there was a delay in traffic and you'd be late, but I wouldn't have to wait as long to see you if I started walking down to meet you now. The sucker believed me, too. So here I am; there's a few hours to kill before your plan comes into effect… So we still have that um… matter… to attend to. Would you like to repay me now or would you rather go window-shopping?"
Marik almost snorted into the phone. Window-shopping or sex? That wasn't really a fair decision!
"How about you meet me in Domino square when you get here, snowdrop," he hissed back, and hung up. If his own journey was anything to go by, he'd only have a forty-five minute wait. The sun was already high into the sky; there were plenty of duellists out in the morning for a last ditch attempt to qualify for the finals, so Marik had slipped out into the crowds donned in his dual disc. This may have been a risky manoeuvre on his part since he was twice as likely to be challenged, but it was easier for him to blend into the rest of the other teenagers if he resembled them. He hoped to goodness Bakura had his, too.
He headed through a back alley towards the square, avoiding a stray cat who decided to take a liking to him.
"Shoo!" Marik liked cats usually, they were special back in Egypt… but they just weren't so scraggy as the ones over here. This one was a bony skeleton of a brindled grey moggy, white tips covering it's ears and three of it's paws. It bolted at our villain's towering mood.
He reached the square in plenty of time, and was forced to sit beneath the clock and observe all of the shops opening their doors to the public, to pass the time. In this time he began to ponder exactly what sort of window-shopping the spirit of the ring had in mind.
What would someone like him want to look at, anyway? (He was not really keen on the idea of indulging in carnal pleasures when he had god cards to win. Perhaps later…)
The participators of the tournament were still crawling around the square like a swarm of insects, and groups of youths were standing around them in threatening clusters, eyeing him tenaciously for daring to sit alone.
He really hoped Bakura would hurry up.
There was now only two days left before the finals, two days in which Marik hoped not to have to even enter, anyway. He wanted the two god cards, and the puzzle in one go, and as long as his many rare hunters didn't fail at kidnapping the exact people he'd specified, then he'd take care of all that today.
…And in the unlikely event of his failing? Then he'd get to spend the duration of the finals with Bakura, who was secretly going to get him what he wanted anyway. Not a bad second option.
For almost the hundredth time, Marik found himself looking at the rounded clock above him. Ten minutes left… Ra, did time stop or something…?
He finally whittled away the last of these by ridding the little bush on his left of leaves, and pulling little chunks from each leaf until he'd stripped it bare. Not a very satisfying activity to indulge in, but one which helped the minutes crawl by until Bakura arrived considerably.
Finally a familiar white mane appeared in the crowd, and coming under heavy scrutiny by the group of teenagers, Marik leapt to his feet and began to sprint towards him, realising he was running too.
"Bakura!" he yelled; the concern in his voice was authentic. The group that had been spying on him collectively were beginning to weird him out.
"Namu! How are you?" as soon as he reached him, two snow-white arms had encircled his shoulders without hesitation, pressing their bodies together seductively. Why was he pretending?
"Should you be-" Marik asked, however he was cut off by a very gentle kiss on the lips. The sensation was warm and comforting, but the catcalling and whistling from behind him wasn't.
"I missed you," the accent was distinctly British, but the voice was light and sweet, like the host's, as he addressed our villain's chest.
"So did I," Marik assured him, stroking his hair lovingly, casting a sinister glance across his shoulder at the group of youths. There were at least eleven of them, three were duellists, and six were female. Almost all had stupid voyeuristic grins plastered to their faces, and one had the cheek to wolf-whistle while he was still looking at them. Why was Bakura playing his silly game of pretence now? Couldn't they just send them all to the shadows? Speaking of which, Marik was quick to notice the ring had disappeared momentarily from Bakura's chest. He turned back to the group.
"Go get a life!" he suggested to the youths threateningly, with a growl. The group promptly started laughing to his utmost anger, big raucous guffaws, which made our villain's blood boil. What an embarrassing situation to be caught in!
"Ignore them," commanded the dainty figure in his arms, his chin resting on our villain's bare shoulder so that he could view them. He seemed very at ease with this commotion, which left our villain confused as well as enraged.
"So… you want to go shopping? Or do you want to find a secluded area of the park and make up last night to me?" It was amazing how sweet and innocent Bakura had managed to sound while saying that; it was definitely the spirit, but he was doing an overly-convincing job of impersonating his host.
"No, I don't think I want to end up on the news a second time," He replied, trying to ignore the annoying group behind them, and instead tightened his grip on Bakura.
"Well may Anubis curse them eternally if they ever show two guys having sex on the evening news," whispered a little voice huskily, right into his ear ...which really didn't suit the words it happened to be saying.
If that was supposed to change his mind, it wasn't working.
"So, are we going to stand here all day and get harassed by those kids, or should we go somewhere else?" suggested Marik, running his hand gently through the mass of white hair spilling down the other's back. Amazingly it was completely void of knots, and so his fingers passed easily through the colourless strands.
"Oh, sod off you lot!" Bakura suddenly shouted towards the crowd, but instead of the peace our villain would have liked, they were cheered on for a second time. Marik was really becoming enraged now.
"Fine! You want a show? Here's a show!"
Seizing his slightly taller friend around the waist, he used one hand buried in the white mane to press their lips together. But just this wasn't enough; he bent his head slightly to the left to make it look worse than it was…but obviously Bakura had other ideas, for he felt him prise his lips apart, forcing Marik to open his mouth wide and embrace the other's tongue for real. What was he doing…?
As the kiss deepened and they both melted into each other, there was an enormous cheer rose from the group behind, spiked here and there by whistles or independent hollers. It was high time to have quit- in fact, Marik couldn't hold his breath for much longer, but still his demonic friend refused to break apart. A hand made itself known beneath his short white jacket, light touch against tanned skin. Marik removed it himself.
They broke apart with a gasp not long after that, forced to take a minute to recover. Chocolate brown eyes met violet-blue ones in this interlude, neither understanding the point of this show of affection…and quite aware it did nothing for their image, Marik swept his demonic friend into a one-armed embrace, making to walk off.
One of the teenagers yelled a certain profanity at them, causing his friends to all howl with laughter once again.
Marik's demonic friend pulled him forward with a little huff, which reminded him of a girl. (Was he that affected by it? wondered Marik. If he was then why did he kiss me?) Then Bakura surprised him by turning back to the teenagers and showing them his middle finger defiantly.
Amidst a final jeer or two, Marik dragged the other off around the corner.
As soon as they were out of earshot, our villain rounded viciously on him.
"What was that?" he inquired, icily.
"'You want a show??' Not before you explain the purpose of that little sentence first,"
"Those kids were getting to me, okay? Now lets go, we need to waste another hour before my plan can start."
"And I have a perfect way of doing that," came the reply, dipping low, no longer galvanised by the sweet innocence of his host's voice. It was a bloodthirsty growl, which startled Marik somewhat.
"I am not going to have sex with you in a Ra-damned park!!!!" he exploded, after the startling he'd just received he was definitely very unwilling to take abuse, and was certainly not in the mood to argue over his friend being horny.
Which he most definitely was.
There were two elderly women that just-so-happened to have been making their way across a zebra crossing around the time he yelled that out loud for the world to hear, and feeling their relentlessly appalled stares in the back of his head, reddened lightly.
Just what I need. Angry old women…
"Yes, just announce it to the world then," Bakura suggested, mildly, smiling off another man who'd apparently been somewhere near them and was now glaring daggers at the demonic angel beside our villain.
"Shut up!"
They rounded another corner sharply; immediately our villain's eyes followed Bakura's hazel ones towards the game store beside them on the corner of the street. It was a triangular shaped two-storey building with the word GAME proclaimed across it's beige face.
"This is where Yugi lives…."
"I know…" Our villain technically did already know this, he'd just never been here in person before. However he did doubt the Pharaoh's little vessel would be home when there was a tournament happening right outside his door.
"Want to go pay him a little visit, Marik?"
"No I don't! Let's get out of here before someone comes out and recognises us again!"
"You know, there's been nobody recognising us so far, just you making us get noticed," the spirit pointed out helpfully. However he still followed our villain around the next corner passively, and when they happened upon another shop, Marik stopped.
"What is the point of having two game stores back-to-back nearly, when it's the same area? Surely that's bad for business?" he exclaimed, leaning back to examine it's outside.
" This is bad for business…" Bakura wrapped slender fingers around our villain's wrist, and led him towards the back of the building.
"What are you-"
"Shhhhh…."
The side and back of the building were the same lemon yellow that the front had been, and a steel door sporting an emergency push sign appeared to offer entrance. However the shop did not look remotely inhabited at it's front, let alone the rear. What little scrubby trees populated the green at the side they were on did not mask the white-haired teen's attempt at breaking and entering, which made our villain very nervous.
"What are-"
"I said shhhh!"
Bakura was bent across the lock, fiddling with something… Marik actually gasped when it sprung open, admitting them.
"How did you do that?" he whispered, staring with wide violet eyes.
"What can I say? I'm good with my hands," grinned back the spirit. Our villain had the sneaking suspicion that was not related to his recently accomplished feat.
The inside of the shop was slightly light, it seemed that it may have been open, there was just no customers milling in and out yet. They had come through the fire-exit, it appeared, as Marik stared around and they strolled further into the shop. Duelling cards, decks and posters lined the shelves, along with other normal board games, comics… Marik had never seen anything like it.
"I didn't know they had shops to sell this sort of thing," he grinned; almost resembling a kid in a sweet store. But this is Marik Ishtar we're on about, so as soon as that attire had crossed his features, it was gone forever.
"Yes.. These mortals are quite a funny bunch," Bakura offered, inspecting several rare cards in a container. Marik grinned. His rare hunters could find him any card in the world if he wanted it. He wasn't interested in cards…
"Hmm, this'll do," In mid-thought, Marik was yanked sideways, and collided against Bakura, as a whole ball of black netting leapt down on top of them like a spider ensnaring her prey and knocking both of them to the ground. Marik disliked most spiders. And was not very comfortable to say the least; he was now lying on his side, with something just warm enough to be some part of Bakura between his legs.
"What in the name of Isis are these??" he yelped, trying to free his vision first, but the netting refused to allow him to see anything but frustrating glimpses of white and blue stripes of the other's T-shirt and the spirit's jeans showing through the little square holes. It entangled itself in his fingers as he ripped at them, and wound around his wrists, deepening his prison.
"Don't fight them, it'll just use up your energy," a growl from somewhere on his left answered, but this did not calm our skittish villain down at all, in fact it made him even more concerned for whatever part of Bakura which was right between his legs, now that he was not expected to be able to see. By touch and with both of them wearing clothes, it was impossible to tell what exactly it was. But whatever it happened to be, just thinking about the options was already stirring his hormones embarrassingly.
"What are you doing?" he couldn't see a thing, but he suddenly became aware of the other teen's mouth making it's way down his stomach, in very gently unnerving kisses. This did not help his new…er…problem. If Bakura didn't quit, he'd soon be able to notice this again, unlike Marik who couldn't see anything but netting.
"I'm just making you feel a little better," here he nipped him gently, earning a gasp from Marik, "About the sudden detour,"
"I thought we were going window-shopping?"
"We're in a shop, what more do you want?"
..."I want to be free from whatever this is! Now help me get rid of this stuff, instead of salivating all over me!"
"Ah… but you enjoy it really," Bakura finally informed Marik, yanking him forward. It seemed the bit of his friend he'd been worried about earlier could only have been his leg, our blinded villain realised, as he found himself being pulled up backwards over Bakura's knees, as he sat with his legs beneath him, now comfortably between our villain's legs.
"No I don't! Release me!" he shouted; this was what he disliked, being rendered helpless while the spirit was free to do anything to him. It should be the other way around…
"Ah…and again your body betrays your true feelings," his captor cooed, running a curled forefinger affectionately across the organ making itself known beneath dark fabric. Marik had to hold back the next gasp connected with a rush of pleasure through this area, bravely in his throat- if he wasn't careful it could have manifested itself into a moan…and that was not what he wanted the spirit of the ring to hear. He had to figure a way out of here… things truthfully just seemed to be progressing twice as fast as usual now that our villain was not expected to use his vision.
May Ra curse him, in all his seductiveness, Marik gasped in his mind, and why the hell can't I control myself when I can't even see what's going on??
"Why here…?" he gasped, aware of Bakura unchaining the front of his jacket. The light brush of his friend's fingers against his tanned skin was doing nothing to quell the fiercely forming erection, and as he felt the light brush of the white fabric embrace his sides, cold zip biting his ribs.
"Because…I see that you're quite… affected by dangerous situations," again Bakura was forced to acknowledge the presence of a certain part of Marik, which was directly in his sight.
"You know that someone could walk in at any moment?? Any yet still you won't help me out of here?" he raged, trying desperately to ignore the sleek pale hands tracing the outline of his hips, almost wrapped around the other's by now. Marik closed his legs around Bakura as closely as he could, however, this wasn't too far. He dug his knees into his friend's sides in the vague hope he could deter him, soft entrails bending to embrace him, but crowned by strong ribs, ones which were still damaged from the crash.
Dammit, why can't I calm down?
"Aha, so you admit that's what you enjoy?"
"Why are you doing this, Bakura? I told you, you'd get you payment, as long as I beat Yugi," Marik reminded him, breathing embarrassingly ragged as he covered his head with an arm still entangled in the netting. He could feel the slight tickle of the spirit's fingers on his belt next, and could barely think straight at all, let alone gather his thoughts to hatch a plan of escape.
"This is nothing to do with the repayment I require," he stated, finally unclasping the belt, and yanking it open violently. "I'm merely curious about something, and am testing some vital pieces of evidence about you,"
"Testing? Evidence? Bakura, this isn't a joke! I swear, if you let me out, I'd-"
"Ah, and that's precisely why I choose to keep you bound up." The demonic snarl cut him off.
"I don't want any unnecessary mess, since I have decided you would end up causing, had I freed you," Now the sensation overtook him, of his friend sliding his trousers down over his thighs, until they met Bakura's body and he was forced to concentrate very hard on not coming embarrassingly on the spot(again). Bakura, however, seemed reluctant to move from his place between his legs, so here they stayed.
"No… this is dangerous…" Marik gasped, trying to find his white-haired friend's hands without being able to see, "Please…"
"Don't beg, Marik, it'll just make all of this a lot more humiliating for you," the answer came, British accent massacring the words, curling them demonically beneath the dark owner of the words. It all sounded so definite…Marik found both his friend's hands and clung tightly to them in an attempt to halt him. However, the crafty spirit of the ring was undeterred and managed to still slide down his boxers even with the weight of his hands on his wrists, exposing the throbbing erection beneath and causing a slight yelp from Marik, as a burst of white-hot ecstasy ripped through him and he bit a lip desperately against it.
He was determined not to let his friend win… Still he pressed his fingers into the wrists of his demonic associate, desperately forcing them away from himself in an attempt to keep what little dignity he now had left. There were muffled noises from elsewhere in the shop too; he feared for a second for other customers to stumble across them. At least they were both concealed by the netting… a little. But a second later he actually wished for them to discover them in a last-ditch attempt to halt him.
"Hmm… how should we proceed?" asked the spirit, confidently, inspecting the unruly organ which was standing tall to stare him down.
"Let me go, and we can just start the plan early," suggested our trapped villain, truly shamed and completely at the spirit's mercy at this point, worming his fingers around Bakura's, trying desperately to hold off any other plans he had to use them.
"That would just be… boring, no? How about you show me what you like," Within two seconds, the tables had been turned; now our villain's hands were entwined with the spirit's… under his control.
Gods… why won't he… stop? What in the name… of sweet Osiris… does he want to…accomplish?
Whatever he was trying to accomplish soon became very apparent; two pale crafty hands forced his own around the erection, pressing down lightly and curling his little finger into Marik's palms so that he would not escape.
A bolt of ecstasy almost ripped him in two, his hips embarrassingly twitched upwards without his meaning for it. He couldn't hold back much longer…
"Bakura, you are dead when I get up," he gasped, trying desperately to keep control… at least until someone could even happen upon them. It was more difficult than any other time he'd tried… he wasn't even sure how many more seconds he'd be able to stave it off let alone minutes… that hot, hot blood throbbed dangerously in his temples, it's pounding rhythm almost obscuring every thought or sight or sound…
"I believe that's not an accurate threat," hummed the demon, jerking one hand upward, and dragging Marik's with it.(A/n: remember he's sort of already dead, being like 3000 years old?)
"Agh… no!" his back arched instinctively, he writhed beneath his friend's powerful grip. This was not what he'd expected to be doing to pass the time until the rare hunters would go after his specified victims, (desperately fighting back ejaculation… )
"I told you, if you expect to keep your dignity, don't beg… it only turns me on, too…"
"You…you're sick!"
"Am I?" another jerk, this time he freed Marik's left hand completely in favour of stroking the shaft of the stiff organ with one finger himself.
"Y…oh sweet Horus!"
"Shhh…. You'll get us discovered, if you shout so loud…"
"Sick! You're sick! Gerroff… get away from…" there was just no way he could contain it for much longer. However, suddenly Bakura was no longer stroking him, he was quite still.
"Shh. What was that?" Was this all part of a plan that Bakura had, or was he truly on the verge of being discovered? It was quite possible for either to be happening.
Suddenly the hand binding his other disappeared too leaving only his own still around the stiff organ, and he was free, no longer liking it.
"What…who was what?" asked our villain, no longer particularly caring what was going on much. He could feel the anger bubbling dully through the searing heat of sexual arousal, anger at the fact that he was being used, and embaressed like this. If the tables could have been turned, then perhaps he'd be a little more comfortable... but although they may have been entangled in this netting, it still would not shield them from sight if some unfortunate customer were to enter the shop...
"Is it impossible for you to- Um, Marik we might need to get out of here quickly, on second inspection," The spirit's tone was serious, he wasn't joking. And he was the only one who could see anything.
Marik almost gasped in frustration. If he knew he was going to just torture him like this, he'd have never followed him into the shop in the first place, let alone actually manage to become trapped in this compromising position. He writhed in discomfort, suddenly loosely aware this absence of physical contact was even more uncomfortable than when the spirit had been toying with him. He could not hang on much longer, and was desperately fighting jerking his own hand up the painfully stiff erection in absence of Bakura's. But he would not give him that satisfaction, just like he had not, in private. Here would be worse, if anything.
"Possible to....do... what?" He desperately attempted to slow his shallow, rapid gasps, although this didn't seem too successful. If there was any hope, now of escaping with at least half of his dignity, then perhaps this was it. To just get out of here.
But why does... that sound... so unappealing ...right now? Why.... can't I....just con...trol...myself...? Why is it... I need...this release...? Gods...
"Here. Get rid of it, whatever way you see fit." suddenly the spirit was offering him some sliver of white material, and if the situation wasn't defeating him at this moment in time, Marik would have laughed. Was this Bakura chickening out? Or was he using this as some sick way of testing his threshold? Again, either excuse was quite possible, and Marik accepted the cloth although he was no longer even sure what Bakura wanted him to do with it. The warmth of the spirit's hips still seeped into his thighs, and he tightened his grip of Bakura's body with them, gritting his teeth against another rush of hot, choking ecstacy.
There's not... much time...left...
"Marik, I wasn't joking," The spirit of the ring did not move, but now he could vaguely hear whatever it was that was worrying him- there was someone thudding down some stairs nearby. They did not sound too close, but perhaps he was wrong, since Bakura seemed so concerned with it. Our villain, either way, could not have cared less. That would serve his friend right, if someone walked in on them, he'd make him take the blame.
"How... about ...you do it, then...?" he gasped, clawing desperately at the nets once again to free himself, although he knew in advance it would do nothing to help, not even distract him slightly. Whatever happened, he would not let himself go down without a fight.
"What's wrong? Don't know what to do?" hissed the spirit viciously, sarcastic bite filling our villain's ears as he suddenly arched his body into Marik's, and pulled his thighs even closer around his body so that our villain was subjected to the full ripple of Bakura's lower abdomen muscles. This was it... there was no way he could fight it any longer...
"I...I c...can't...hold..." he gasped, writhing frantically.
"You surely can't be that ignorant," Bakura snapped quietly while he held Marik's thighs in place, "I suggest you do something about it soon, though because there's someone coming... I can hear them..." Our villain could only hope for escape, so that he didn't embarress himself un-necessarily, but still the spirit would not even grant him that, it seemed. Marik was sure if he were free and could see Bakura's face, he would see the hungry gleam in his friend's auburn eyes, swirling lust to sit and watch him pleasure himself.... He must have been meaning to do this all along... He was just toying with him, waiting for Marik to give in and do what he wanted.
But he would not give him that satisfaction....ever.
"Ba...kura......I- can't...hold back... any..."
"Shut up or they'll hear you, Marik,"
"....can't hold....back... a...any more!"
There was a convincing noise from the back of the shop, as if someone would walk in in the next few seconds, and this caused Bakura to lean down across Marik without warning, as he freed his legs from beneath himself ready to leap to his feet and meet their visitor head-on. A flash of light erupted from his chest- all of a sudden the ring was hanging heavily around his neck, ready to defend them.
As he rose, his t-shirt's loose end happened to momentarily touch the tip of Marik's tall, stiffened organ… and sent a searing, iron-hot wave of pure ecstasy ripping through him.
The battle was over- the last things that went through his head was the realisation that he'd lost this fight.. but Bakura would not be considered the victor, if Marik could help it... and with the barely-discernable sacred name of some Egyptian god or other escaping his lips…he could think no more as the stars opened up and swallowed his soul.
"I think whoever our little guest is, is going to enter through that door over there. We must be ready to run in less than two minutes so it'd be advisable to… Marik!!!"
He'd tried to warn him… but he hadn't listened, and now there was nothing else he could do, but desperately gasp for breath, seconds after the ejaculation had spattered across Bakura's middle, white drops of come dripping down the blue stripes patterning it.
The spirit was staring with wide dangerous chocolate orbs down at him, hands raised in protest and disbelief at the warm mess seeping into his middle.
"You insolent mortal!" Came the indignant hiss, but Marik, however was unable to answer. He realised just how hard his heart was pounding, cold sweat running down his back as he lay breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Now look what you've done!" Bakura gestured downwards, inspecting the damage. He must have deemed it severe, and shoved our villain from his knees viciously, to which Marik had no complaints. He was only beginning to remember who he was.
But not long after that, the afterglow of orgasm was beginning to die, our villain found his anger building uncontrollably once again in his chest.
How DARE he embarrass me in such a way? How dare he violate me like that? He is but my slave, to get me what I require to rule the world! If he wants me to have sex with him as part of his payment, that's fine. But this... this... is not part of our agreement. And for this... he must pay! Nobody, and I mean NOBODY does this to Marik Ishtar!!
"Marik, you have the threshold of a twelve-year old!" shouted a dark, enraged snarl, while the spirit peeled back the lip of the shirt, and a single drip of come escaped onto the tiled floor they sat on. That was the last straw.
WHAM.
The anger and humiliation shot with the adrenaline through Marik's fist, and before our villain realised what he was doing, it collided hard into pale, ghostly cheekbone. Pain shot through his wrist- he'd never punched anyone seriously before…but he wouldn't give Bakura, who was duly knocked to the floor, the pleasure of knowing how much it had hurt. With the strength he'd just unknowingly exhorted, he was not only sitting up, but now freed from the netting too. Both had been equally stunned by his daring.
"You are not allowed to do that to me!" Marik roared finally, the anger bubbling over like a volcano spewing lava into the air once he realised what he'd just done. He pulled up his boxers and trousers in one motion, and extracted the millennium rod's shaft from the inside of his sock, rounding it on his downed, and very shocked friend. There was no remorse for the wicked.
"What the devil was that for?!" the spirit shouted, clutching the stricken cheek. He had not expected Marik to do that, out of all the possible reactions, it was certainly one he appeared not to have thought of.
"I ordered you not to touch me, so you've only got yourself to blame! Nobody disobeys me, and now you must suffer the consequences of your traitorous actions!!" Our villain bellowed, the rod glowing a threatening orangey-yellow as he pointed it in Bakura's face. Never had he been so angry and humiliated in all his life!
The millennium ring lit in a bid to match him; the two shadow-powers cancelled each other out before it would come to magic blows, too.
"Who am I? Your slave? You enjoyed that, may I remind you, and I'm the one you just came all over!" growled back the spirit, seizing the materiel he'd offered to our villain which lay forgotten beneath the netting, and attempted to glean some of the remains of the ejaculation from his clothing. It appeared to be a handkerchief of some sort on second glance, and this was probably the last use it would ever get.
"Well- that decides it. You're worse at controlling yourself than even my host is!" Bakura grumbled, tenaciously as he rubbed at the shirt.
So that was the point of all that??
"Let me remind you that you're also just a teenager!" Marik wasted no time in replying. Momentarily it had skipped his mind that this spirit only inhabited the body of another, and that he really knew nothing of who he really was.
"Ah yes, my host is I suggest you remember... Although I still experience the urges and impulses that he would while I possess him, unlike he AND you, I, at least know how to deal with them!"
Our villain had just opened his mouth to shout some more abuse at his white-haired friend, but just then a dark-haired young man blustered into the room, the visitor Bakura had predicted who had now been forgottn in the mess. The young teen came to a halt when he came upon the sight of both our blonde villain, violet eyes burning in rage, and Bakura, pain and resentment swirling in the eternal mocha orbs addressing the stranger.
"Oi! What happened here?" He shouted, tossing a stray strand of coal-black hair back. He was almost taller than Bakura, with gleaming eyes of emerald and a nervous expression filling his features, red t-shirt and leather trousers covering his body.
You really do not want to know that, fool!
"I…We were attacked by your fishing nets," cooed a little British accent from the floor. Marik, remembering the news article, hid the rod at the back of his trousers- it was a good idea to don their fake personalities right about now… his towering rage would have to subside for a time when he could vent the full brunt of it...
"There was no harm done, I'm glad to say. Could you possibly offer me a hand up?" asked the spirit, in his sickeningly sweet host's voice. Marik almost sweat dropped.
"Sure," the strange teen extended his hand. "I heard yelling, I thought there was a fight…"
Again, you have no idea...
"That was Namu… he…the whole thing really startled him," Bakura lied convincingly as he was hauled to his feet. He mentioned nothing however, of the bruise starting to creep into the skin surrounding his jaw, and nothing, for that matter, of what happened to be on the hand he allowed himself to be pulled to his feet with. Marik realised with a jolt there was still a noticeable stain across two of the lowest blue stripes, too and could almost feel his heart plunge as the shop attendant's eyes wandered across it.
"You two okay?" he asked them. Our villain noticed suddenly he had a small six-sided dice dangling from a string attached to his ear, and focused desperately on it to distract himself.
What an odd choice of earring.
"Yep, just passing through…" Marik chanced in fear, moving towards Bakura, and embraced him tightly around the waist in an effort to conceal the white stain across his front. Seeing the uneasy look creeping onto the stranger's face as he realised that the two were a little -ahem- more than friends, our villain made him even more uneasy when he gently kissed his friend's neck(or at least, it would have appeared gentle to their onlookers; really he gathered a very small amount of skin inbetween his teeth, and bit hard) which caused Bakura to yelp slightly. The green-eyed teen's face contorted. He was very uncomfortable, all of a sudden.
"You have an impressive amount of stuff here," Marik pointed out as he rocked his friend lightly back and forward after that. He could see the arctic-haired teen still absent-mindedly dabbing at the front of his T-shirt once again out of the corner of his eye, although his own two arms now concealed the most part. The adrenaline surge he'd experienced when he'd hit him was beginning to wear off now too, leaving him drained and weak, but still he was rather glad to have done it. The spirit had deserved it, anyways. Hormonal teenager indeed!
"Well, yeah… we don't get as much business as the Mouto's game shop around the corner… but still. Hey, you want a cloth for that? What happened to you?" suddenly the shop-owner and stranger had noticed too, and was pointing at it in a bid to get our villain to let go of his friend, and to distract himself from his own uncomfortableness. Little did he know it would have made things worse if he knew what they had really been up to....
Bakura cast a nervous glance into Marik's face, before he decided to answer.
"Namu here um..... dropped his milkshake in my lap," he invented… and hark, was that a bitter streak of regret lacing the poor host's sweet tone? Marik frowned at him, unseen by either of the others, and tightened his arms until he was sure it was causing poor Bakura discomfort.
"Yeah… it's okay, it's not too much of a big deal… I ate his instead! Heheh," he continued, much to Marik's dismay.
"Oh, yeah…that blows," agreed the shop owner, tone friendly once again. There was just something still hanging over this conversation, which threatened to bring out our villain's anger, smouldering in a pit deep down.
"Literally," Marik had to add in a murmer by his ear, causing Bakura to giggle. Although it seemed to be a genuine laugh, he still felt rather enraged at having the spirit laughing at him. His pride was still very tender after the beating it had just endured.
"Hmm… so anything I can do for you, after that scare my nets caused?" the strange dark-haired stranger bent beside the bundle of netting, gathering up it in his arms, where Marik had been trapped effortlessly. They were replaced into a hammock-like contraption hanging diagonally across the low ceiling.
"No… we were just window-shopping," Bakura told him, and almost had to duck from Marik's raised fist once again behind his back.
"Oh, that's what you call it," he hissed threateningly. The shop owner thankfully, paid them no heed. It appeared he was far too busy wrestling with the hammock, which would not contain the nets, and it was using every bit of strength he had to avoid letting them tumble back over him.
"If you don't mind, Namu, I want to go. It's almost lunch-time, and I'm hungry!" Bakura announced in his host's chirpy voice, and Marik was forced to fake a grin as his beautiful friend flashed his own smile around. So this was his great plan for the escape they so badly needed?
"Well, you heard the guy!" Marik was fine with that. Anything to get away from their company so he could finish punishing the merciless spirit of the ring, who badly needed it, if he was going to attempt to toy with our villain in such humiliating ways outside(or even inside) of closed doors.
The shop assistant/keeper was too busy wrestling the net back into it's place, so just waved absent-mindedly in a polite goodbye over his back.
"Okay, see you around!"
Bakura grabbed Marik by his open jacket, and pulled him towards the door, an excitable, feminine and startlingly beautiful fairytale-like figure once again.
"Ooh, I want to go to Mc Donalds!"
"There's none of them for miles, can't we just swing by a random coffee bar or something…"
"No, can't we go get another milkshake?"
Cough.
"No!"
"Icecream then?"
"Shut up, you fool!"
As soon as Marik had wrenched the door open angrily, flashing a vicious glare towards the handsome spirit, he had not anticipated the huddle of teenagers to be just outside of it, barring their attempts at an un-noticeable exit. He hung at the door, unable to force Bakura through it, and a pair of amethyst eyes belonging to a small boy with tri-coloured hair it's other side locked to his own violet ones, quashing his hopes of getting revenge on the cunning spirit of the ring anytime soon. It was the Pharaoh's vessel.
"Bakura? You're out of hospital? ...And Namu?" he asked, our villain certain it wasn't the mighty Pharaoh he would dethrone one day soon. He knew he was watching, though, and ever-present figure who was probably laughing at them from some corner of his host-Yugi's mind.
"Ah, yes.... hello Yugi," grinned the spirit beside him, waving innocently. "What brings you here?"
"Well, we were just coming to pay Duke a visit and see if he wants to watch me and Joey in the finals, since they start in less than two days," he explained, amiably. Our villain realised he was still wearing the dual disc, and that Bakura, strangely was not.
"Hey, Namu! You a duelist?" asked a rough accent just as he was thinking this, and the blonde head of Joey appeared in the doorway.
Trust Joey Wheeler to notice that... Marik thought bitterly to himself.
"Ah...yes. Not much of one, I might add," he lied, throwing the arm it was strapped to behind his blonde head, as if to conceal it. He was not liking where this was going, and although there was still a little while to kill before his plan was in action, if he could get a moment to himself, he'd now be able to start it sooner. "I hope that's not a challenge?"
"I know that voice! Isn't that... Yugi?" asked a voice from behind them, thankfully cutting off Joey's answer. The dark-haired shop keeper appeared behind them, fresh from his fight with the netting, and was grinning over both Marik's and Bakura's shoulders down at the infamous little duellist.
"Hi Duke!"
This is Duke? Don't tell me he is another foolish friend to the Pharaoh's vessel....? Just how many friends does this runt have, anyway?
"Hey,"
Marik, who was quite uncomfortable with Duke leaning over his shoulder, managed to persuade Bakura via an un-necessarily hard poke in the back, to leave the shop and mingle in the group of youths around it's entrance. Here, perhaps, they were a little closer to freedom at any rate.
"Are you going to watch us in the finals, guys?" asked Yugi, staring up at the three.
"You bet I am! I can't believe Kaiba never invited me to it!" laughed Duke, as Marik found himself the other side of Joey, and very uneasy. The hazel-eyed blond was noticeably taller than he was, and his broad shoulders and racaous laugh made our villain very uncomfortable. He had this effect on people, that one could lose themselves in him. A strong quality Marik would love to use against people, but not have used on him.
"What about you, Namu? You compet'n in it, or just watchin'?" asked Joey, beside him.
"Well I haven't qualified yet... but you never know," he grinned, apologetically. As far as he was concerned, the less they knew, the better. And as long as they didn't figure out who he was, he was safe with Bakura, since they'd never know he was working with him to bring down Yugi. They didn't know too much about the spirit of the ring... right?
"You sure you're all right now, Bakura? ...And what happened to your T-shirt? You get into a fight with an ice-cream or something?" Yugi stared up, his eyes wide and sparkling with innocence. Not even our villain had the heart to take that away from him so cruelly.
Marik extended an arm quickly, which he slicked around his friend's shoulders and pulled him in against him, his hand lingering at his friend's waist, ready to grab him lest he'd say anything incriminating. However, Bakura's little British accent was just as sweet and innocent as the host's when he chose to reply, proud arctic head gently laid against our villain's shoulder and completing their fairytale image.
"Uh....yeah.... something like that...."
A/n: There we go... a little bit more detail! They finally have met up with Yugi's gang... properly.... And Marik had the balls to punch Bakura!! Hahah, and all in Duke's shop, tooXD. Who do you feel more sorry for? Duke? Bakura? Or poor little Marik-kun? hahah, XD Aaaand, we know what turns Marik on now too! ^^ (The thing about Duke helping Bakura to his feet... er... for anyone who didn't get that, he'd been wiping the shirt with that hand... and um...:D heheh... dirty Kura...:D)
Okay. Still looking for one more review, and as I mentioned before, there'll be a duel next chapter which will be up as soon as I get it, which is sort of loosely based on what happened in the anime. So if you want, you can guess who the duel will be between, and who gets brainwashed, and who Marik attempts to murder.
Oh, and because of that scene, then do you reckon I should still write the phone-related one I mentioned to a few of you???? :)
That's all... and will be until I get the last review... so hopefully I see you all again soon, I'm getting worried about how I seem to be losing so many reviewers along the way... (Are the chapters just too long for you to read, or is this story getting *gulp* boring and monotonous, now or something??)
So, Until next time!!! Whenever that'll be....XD
