So it turns out that writing an emotionless character is difficult as hell. I'm doing my best, but to be honest, it's easier to think of Marik as a bit confused rather than lacking any feelings by this point.

Oh, and yeah, the explicit stuff starts from here. Have fun!

"I…I…"

My words seem to stick in my throat, but I manage to nod my assent. Bakura chuckles softly and takes my hands, placing them back on his stomach. "As you were, Marik."

"What should I do?" I whisper.

"Whatever you like."

An involuntary tremor runs through me. I realise that I'm excited, eager. I want to touch Bakura. I want to explore his body and see how he reacts.

I begin stroking Bakura's stomach again, watching his face intently. His eyes flutter closed and he leans back, relaxing and opening up more skin for me to touch. His abs flex as he moves, and I follow them with gentle brushes of my fingers. Upwards, upwards my fingers climb, till they skim over his ribs, feeling the rigid bones beneath his warm skin. Bakura shudders, making my hands slip further upwards. A finger brushes over his nipple and he suddenly throws his head back, gasping. "Fuck," he whispers. "Do that again."

I do, with both hands, using my thumbs to carefully tease him. I never realised that this could be a sensitive spot for a man. But Bakura seems to love it. I can feel him tensing and quivering in response, quiet groans tumbling from his mouth. His nipples toughen into little peaks beneath my thumbs and the throbbing in my trousers becomes ever more urgent.

"Can I kiss?" I ask.

"Yes," Bakura breathes. When I lean in and press my lips over his sternum, he bites down on his knuckles, uttering a soft moan. Carefully, I meander over to one nipple, kissing around it, letting my lips drag over his heated skin and feeling the vibrations of his gasps in his chest.

When we kissed using our tongues, it felt amazing. I wonder if the same would apply if I used my tongue now. I'm going to try it…I poke my tongue out and give a single, slow lick to Bakura's nipple. The reaction is instantaneous. His back arches, his free hand digs into the bottom of the tent, and he groans my name in a throaty voice. Emboldened, I continue, lapping at his skin, relishing the intimacy, the closeness he's allowing me.

He's all out panting by the time I move to his other nipple, using my fingers to stimulate the first. The sight of Bakura writhing in pleasure before me is something I'm not likely to ever forget. He's so beautiful, with his hair tumbling down his naked back and the way he's still biting down on his hand to muffle his noises.

I trail my mouth down, kissing Bakura's toned stomach, licking down the defined lines of his abs. I dip my tongue playfully in his navel, making him squirm. "For someone who has no idea what lust is, you seem awfully sure of what you're doing," Bakura chuckles.

"I'm just…I don't know, going off instinct," I murmur. "Am I doing okay?"

"Holy fuck, yes. Don't you dare stop."

His breathy command makes my cheeks heat up. He really wants me to do all this to him. How far will he let me go?

The little trail of hair from Bakura's navel is soft against my nose as I continue kissing downwards. His breath catches in his throat when I begin to unbutton his indigo cargo pants, letting my fingers play along each button like they were toys in their own right. Bakura watches me with half-lidded eyes, breathing heavily, his stare dark and seemingly devouring me whole, and if the tenting beneath the fabric of his pants is any indication, he's as stiff and aroused as I am.

I know what my cock is there for, but everything I know applies to a man being with a woman. I haven't the slightest clue about anything that might help me where two men are concerned, and as for exploring myself, I've never felt the urge to act on any impulses, given that I only found out what lust was a few minutes ago. So I'm a little unsure of myself now, how to go about doing anything with Bakura. And yet, I want to. In an odd way, I'm having fun. I gaze up at him through my hair and smile as I hook my fingers into the waistband of his pants. "Will you show me what to do?" I ask.

"Depends what you want to do," he replies in an amused tone.

"I…don't really know."

Bakura lifts his hips up, allowing me to start pulling his cargo pants down and off. "I guess we'll just start with the basics."

Whatever the basics are, I've got a sizeable amount of flesh to practice on. I've slept in the same bed as Bakura countless times, but he always wears loose trousers to sleep in, so I've not seen him naked till now. That little trail from his navel runs down and terminates in a neat patch of iron-grey hair, nestled at the base of his impressive length. He's…big. Bigger than anything I saw on the other men in the tombs when we washed ourselves.

Bakura gives me his usual smirk as he watches me simply staring at his beauty. "Cat got your tongue?" he asks playfully.

"I-I…" I stammer, shaking my head. "Kura, I…you're so gorgeous."

He fakes a blush, hiding his eyes with his hand. "You're too kind."

I'm suddenly rather aware of the fact that I'm fully clothed, and yet, I'm the one that feels exposed. With shaking hands, I begin unbuttoning my shirt. Bakura frowns. "What are you doing?"

"Levelling the playing field," I reply.

Bakura chuckles at that, and rises up onto his knees, kissing me deeply while swatting my hands away to work on the rest of the buttons. As I pull the shirt off my shoulders, he gets to work on the dagger sheaths strapped to my waist, laying them aside and then swiftly tugging off the black vest I wear underneath the sheaths, to protect my skin from the rubbing of the worn leather. His hands slip downwards, tugging my jeans open with ease and yanking them down along with my boxers; I let out a gasp as the cool night air hits my burning need.

We tumble, both nude, still kissing, down onto the fur-lined blanket Bakura sleeps under. Bakura removes a hand from my hair in order to turn down a corner of the blanket, then rolls us over so he can cover us both up. I end up on top of him, his smooth thighs squeezing my hips and his cock rubbing against mine. Pleasure explodes through my body. I've never felt anything this good, and I have to pull away from Bakura's lips to pant raggedly into the crook of his neck. "Is this…the basics?" I ask breathlessly.

Bakura laughs into my hair. "No," he admits, "but you threw that idea straight out of the fucking window when you started undressing."

"What should I do?"

"Whatever feels natural."

"Is…going all the way…natural?"

"I wouldn't advise it. I'm out of lube at present," Bakura smirks. He rocks his hips upwards ever so slightly and I gasp against his warm skin, gripping his shoulders. "How about that?"

"It feels good," I murmur.

"You try it."

I do, scooping my hips into his and upwards, and Bakura rewards me with a soft moan, digging his hands back into my hair to pull me down to his greedy lips. We rock against each other, grasping, kissing, moaning, losing ourselves to burning desire.

Surely Ryou can hear us. But I can't stop. It's all just too good. Bakura is so warm and pliant against me, clearly more submissive than he wants to let on, and the sound of his ragged gasps and groans is music to my ears. To think it's me, giving this beautiful creature pleasure…my head is spinning and I feel dizzy, but still, I can't stop…I can't…oh, damn, I'm…I'm - !

I think I stop breathing for a few seconds. It's like I died briefly, and when I come to, everything seems brighter, more intense, and my body is tired, so tired. Trying to catch my breath, I realise I'm a little sticky, and I look down at our bodies to see the translucent fluid smeared across Bakura's stomach and the stray droplet rolling down the head of my now softening cock. "W-What just happened?" I ask quietly.

"You came," Bakura laughs. "Oh my god, you honestly didn't know that would happen?"

"…No."

"Sorry, Marik. I'm not laughing at you. I just love how naïve you are. It's so fucking cute."

"I am not cute." My whole face feels like it's burning.

"Hey, calm down. It's fine. Stop being so embarrassed, you dork."

"Why hasn't it happened to you?"

"I've not finished yet," Bakura replies. With a wry smile and a wink, he swirls a finger into the mess on his stomach and brings it up to his lips, sucking the fluid off. I get the feeling it should be gross, but the sight of him twirling his tongue around the sodden digit turns out to be incredibly erotic. "It wouldn't be fair to leave me hanging now, would it, Marik? Do I get to finish too?"

"Um…do you need to clean up first?"

"Mm…I suppose so." Bakura rolls onto his side and grabs his bag, pulling out a cloth, which he uses to mop up the congealing liquid. Then he turns back with a cheeky expression, raising his eyebrows at me. "I'm all yours, baby."

Okay…so it's stimulation that causes you to…did he say I "came?" Stimulation makes you "come." But I feel incredibly sensitive down below and I don't think I could tolerate us hiking our hips against each other again. What else can I do? Hmmm…

Ah, I know.

Bakura gives a rather un-Bakura-like squeak when I grab his hips and roll us over, switching our positions. With a few well-placed tugs and shifts, he ends up straddling my stomach, gazing down at me with what looks like wonder and surprise. I gaze back up at him, enjoying the flush spreading across his cheeks. "You really are beautiful," I whisper.

"You're one to talk," he grins.

I run my hands up Bakura's thighs, mapping the warm flesh under my fingers. He squirms a little, closing his eyes. I trace along the crease at the top of his thigh, inching closer and closer to where I want to be the most. "Don't tease me," Bakura growls.

"Just getting familiar with you," I smile. My hands finally brush against his cock and he gasps. His hands clench against my chest and his cheeks flush even darker as I begin stroking him, just dragging my fingers up and down, getting a feel for the pulsing flesh, enjoying the smoothness of his skin. Once I feel comfortable, I move one of my hands to caress Bakura's thigh while the other closes fully around his cock and pulls upwards, slowly, carefully, just enough to gauge his reaction. His hips rock into my fist, as if he's desperate for more sensation. "Faster," he demands, digging his nails into my chest.

I comply, giving a little flick with my wrist every time I stroke upwards, and soon Bakura is pressing his face into the crook of my neck and gasping loudly. My free hand trails over his hips, his waist, dropping down to squeeze his backside. Every inch of him is warm, smooth, deliciously addictive. I could touch him forever if he let me.

"Is this okay?" I ask Bakura, nuzzling my nose into the delicate spot behind his ear.

He nods, but then grabs my wandering hand and shoves it lower, below his shaft. His balls had been grazing along my stomach with each jerk of his hips, but now my hand cups them, rolling them in my palm experimentally, and Bakura just about goes out of his mind. He pulls his head up to slam his mouth against mine, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and shuddering at the stimulation I'm giving him.

Suddenly, he bites down on my lower lip, then his body softens against me, a panting mass of hot skin and wild hair. Now I'm the one with sticky white stuff all over me, coating my stomach and my hand. It feels…sexy, to know I've brought Bakura to completion myself.

He rolls off me with a deep sigh, eyes closed and body relaxed. Curious, I lick a little of the white liquid off my fingers, finding it to be not wholly unpleasant, but certainly an acquired taste. I clean up and drop back under the thick blanket with Bakura; he drapes an arm over my waist and shifts his head forward so our brows press together. "Not bad," he grins. "Not bad at all for a first timer."

"Um, thanks?" I reply, chuckling. "It was pretty fun."

"Mm…I could get used to this…" Bakura yawns, cuddling in closer.

"Well, I'm not going anywhere, so I assume you'll be getting used to it regardless."

Bakura cracks open an eye. "This is all okay with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know…this. Us."

"Oh. Oh, of course." I smile and kiss the tip of Bakura's nose. "You know I'm ignorant on all the details, but I know what a relationship is, and I guess that's what we have, right?"

"If that's what you want."

"Is it what you want?"

Bakura frowns. "It's hard…there's danger around every corner. If I lost you, Marik…I don't think I could ever let myself love anybody again. But I want us to stay like this, you know? Dammit, you make me so fucking soppy. I hate it."

I love how easily embarrassed he gets. It's hilarious to see the deep flush creep up his chest and neck to darken his cheeks. But I don't tease him about it, just press another kiss to his nose, then his lips, and settle down into a more comfortable position. "Who's taking watch after Ryou?"

Bakura shrugs. "I'll do it. I'll sit right outside the tent the whole time, so that fucking crazy alter ego of yours can't get near you."

"I think Ryou's managed to tame him already, Kura. Stop worrying about it."

Bakura grunts, clearly displeased, but he says nothing more. He shifts his head back a little and downwards, resting it against my shoulder, and the hand over my waist strokes my skin, tracing over my scars with a gentleness I never thought anybody would possess if they were to feel the horrors marring my flesh. But Bakura doesn't seem to mind them at all. Rather, he acts as though he cherishes them. It's deeply comforting, and the soft touch has me starting to drift off to sleep before I know it.

Gods, Bakura, you make me feel so much. I think you might be bringing me back to how I used to be. The carefree child who could laugh without restraint. The affectionate, loving young boy. That's how I want to be again. Will it be easier, now I no longer have Kek in charge of delegating my emotions? He's out to live his own life now…will it mean the same for me?

Time will tell, I suppose.