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So here is the long-awaited rough-and-tumble of Bakura and Marik's relationship.. I do hope you enjoy!
Warnings: Bakura and Marik. Alone. Enough said.
Out of the Ashes – Chapter 21
Marik watched the retreating backs of Ryou and Malik before turning to Bakura. The vampire smirked and nodded, turning into the living area.
"I think we should leave them to have their fun…" he said, hands grasping the bottom of his shirt and proceeding to pull it over his head.
"Yeah," Marik agreed, watching the other stretch the black feathers, before they came to settle comfortably on his pale back. "I take it Ryou spoke to you?"
Bakura stepped back to face the human, who allowed himself a glance down the beautifully sculpted body.
"He did," he answered with a smirk, "He tells me he needs a little more one-on-one time… though from what I believe is about to happen upstairs, he will be getting it very soon." Marik shivered involuntarily at this idea of the two vampires together. "Wonderful thought isn't it?" Bakura purred, smirk widening to reveal his fangs.
Marik nodded. A moment passed before the doctor managed to snap himself out of it.
"I… I have some work I need to do," he announced, breaking eye contact with the other, who raised an eyebrow.
"Work?"
"Yes, idiot. I do actually have to earn my keep, unlike some… things."
Bakura smirked at the replacement of the word "people".
"Have fun…" he said in a careless tone, flopping down onto the sofa and running a hand through his snowy hair.
Marik rolled his eyes and stomped past. How did this vampire manage to get under his skin so much? Without a great amount of effort either…
He went over to his desk and opened his laptop. He had some paperwork he needed to get done- a paper for the medical journal, and some notes. Marik contemplated that he'd have to go in to do an operating list tomorrow- he'd put off all of that for enough time as it was.
The TV was turned on. This wouldn't have been a problem if the volume wasn't so loud.
"Bakura?" he called, not looking away from the screen. He heard a grunt in reply. "Turn the volume down, or turn it off."
There was a pause, and abruptly the volume went up considerably. When it did not change again, Marik turned in his chair to look at the sprawled out vampire with a glare.
Bakura smiled sweetly, turning the volume right down.
"Sorry," he said innocently, "I got confused with the buttons…"
Marik narrowed his eyes and whipped back to his laptop. His fingers tapped away at the keys busily. The text filled up the page steadily and his mind became completely focused on the job at hand, forgetting the unruly demon dominating his sofa.
"MARIK!"
Said human jumped a couple of inches into the air.
Bakura gave him the same sweet smile as he straightened up from his little shout in the other's ear.
"What, Bakura?" Marik growled, turning around once more in his seat.
"What's an angioplasty?" he asked, head tilted to one side in a very disconcertingly sweet way.
"What? Why?"
"Just wandering…"
"It's when you do an operation on someone to clear a narrowed or blocked artery. Ok?" Malik replied.
"Yep. Thanks."
There was a moment's pause in which neither of them moved.
"Do you want anything else, vampire?" Marik enquired.
"What are you doing tomorrow?"
"I'm operating."
"I think I'd be good at that…" Bakura contemplated. Marik snorted.
"You think? You'd smell the blood and start drinking from the patient on the table."
"Would not. I'm good with my self control."
Marik laughed again, and Bakura smirked.
"Yeah right. If I said I'd give you anything you wanted in the world, if you didn't have sex with Malik while he was lying in front of you naked, you couldn't do it."
"Bad example human," Bakura said intelligently, "if Malik was lying in front of me with his tanned legs spread, preferably with a few chains or something, there would be nothing in the world I would want more."
"True." Marik agreed. "I can think of something though."
"Yes?"
"Malik and Ryou naked."
Bakura laughed darkly.
"Mmm. You've got a point."
A moment of silence passed between them as they thought about that.
"So do you want anything else?" Marik asked. Bakura looked as though he was thinking before he replied.
"Nope. That's all."
When the demon failed to move once more, Marik simply raised an eyebrow and turned back to his work, believing that the other would simply go back to his TV programme.
Bakura's eyes became playful and he silently knelt behind the working human. Shifting forwards on his knees until he was so close to Marik his scent was intoxicating, he let the other work for a few minutes longer.
Carefully, he reached up with his slender fingers and ghosted them over the sandy hair, finally coming in contact to move the locks from the bronzed neck, fingertips grazing the skin.
Marik froze once more, though this time he did not move at all. Bakura's hand slid around to his throat, gently gripping him in slightly intimidating way before he felt a pair of soft lips against his skin. The violet eyes slid shut and his head tipped sideways slightly as the vampire placed kisses up his neck, searing tongue running over the flesh just below his ear, sending a visible shiver of pleasure up his spine. Bakura smirked but continued: he'd just found one of this human's sensitive places.
The licks soon became little nips with his sharp teeth, and he heard Marik hiss in satisfaction, the hot breath playing over his neck certainly turning him on.
"There was one more thing I wanted…" he breathed, and Marik nodded absently. "…Blood."
Marik let out a soft gasp and nodded again, completely under Bakura's spell.
"Yes?" the vampire whispered, kissing the skin again.
Marik nodded.
"Yes?"
"Yes." The other said in a hushed voice.
"Alright then." Bakura said in a business-like tone, standing up. Marik shook his head and turned around, a confused look in his eyes.
"What?"
"I'll be off then."
"What?"
"You said I could go and get some blood. So off I go."
Marik frowned, and then realised what Bakura meant.
"Oh. Ha. Ha." He said flatly.
"What?" replied Bakura, smirk on his mouth, "I asked you, and you said yes. You didn't honestly think I was going to drink your blood did you? What an idea!"
Marik growled and stood up, drawing himself up face to face with the vampire.
"What an idea." He echoed in irritation, before smashing their mouths together.
Bakura smiled inwardly and tangled his hand in the sandy hair, forcing them into a deeper, rough kiss. Marik gripped his fair hips as the vampire stepped backwards towards the sofa; he straddled the pale body as he fell back onto the cushions. The two broke apart and lusty eyes met one another.
"You're wearing too much." Bakura growled.
"Take it off me then." Marik replied.
The vampire smirked and sat up, pushing their groins together and dragging the material over the tanned head. Pressing their lips together for another needy kiss, Bakura raked his nails down the perfect human's back, drawing a gasp of pain and pleasure from his pink lips. Marik ground his hips down and Bakura moaned, hands running down the muscular chest and stomach before reaching the fly of Marik's jeans. Again they broke apart, looking into each other's eyes.
"Suck me?" Marik asked, flicking his eyes downwards.
Bakura smirked and slid his hand down to massage the obvious lump. Marik took a quick breath.
"You want me to?" he replied, moving his hand a little harder.
"Mmm…"
"You're not worried about these?" Bakura asked, baring his teeth and flicking his tongue over his fangs. Marik smirked.
"On second thought…" he said, catching his bottom lip between his own teeth.
Bakura laughed huskily.
"I won't bite you… Hard."
"No?"
The vampire leaned in to run his tongue over the other's ear, letting a breath play over the skin.
"No… Though I could fuck you… Hard." He whispered.
Marik let out a groan and went to kiss the other again, their wet tongues battling in each other's warm mouths, before he was struck by a thought. It would certainly get the mischievous vampire back.
"Bakura…" he gasped and the other's hands roamed over his skin, "I want it so bad…"
"Me too…" the other growled, fingers going to undo the button and zip.
"You do?" Marik said, hands stilling the other's and gazes meeting.
Bakura frowned slightly.
"Yes?" he tried.
"Brilliant. I'll get the recipe book!" Marik exclaimed, extracting himself from the demon's grip and wandering into the kitchen. "I didn't know you were also a fan of cake…"
The last thing the confused vampire saw was the rosy fingernail marks down the coffee-coloured back.
Later on that evening, the two seemed to have put their irritation tactics to one side for enough time to watch a film together. Marik had made his cake, expecting to be dived on in the kitchen by Bakura, but the vampire instead had sulked in front of the TV with half a frown on his face. The half being explained as his vampiric hearing caught what was going on upstairs.
He hadn't looked at Marik when he sat down beside him as the sweet mixture was cooking, and as for when the sponge was complete- iced and all- he hadn't paid any attention to that either, though it smelt very, very good. In the end, he lost the battle with his pride, ran into the kitchen and scoffed a piece of the pudding, smiling at the sweetness before fixing the neutral expression to his face once again and flopping down onto the cushions next to the other.
"I don't want to watch this." He had said, abruptly.
Marik sighed and glanced at him.
"What do you want to watch then, demon?"
"Demon wants to watch a film." Bakura replied moodily.
"You sound like a child. Pick one out then."
Bakura narrowed his eyes and shuffled to the place where the films were kept. To his surprise, Marik had his favourite horror film, so he plucked it from the collection and placed it, perhaps a little too roughly, into the player.
The titles rolled onto the screen, and Marik looked over at the vampire. Bakura caught him looking and growled softly, the human raising his eyebrows and folding his arms. The film began playing and the two watched in silence, the tension between them as thick as syrup.
Like syrup, it was at first bearable, but then became utterly sickly. Bakura finally dragged his gaze away from the screen and spoke to Marik.
"Don't you think that they would have looked at real blood before they made this film? It's so stupidly fake."
"Mmhmm." Marik replied.
A pause.
Bakura smirked and pulled his legs up onto the sofa, he moved onto all fours and crept over to where Marik was seated, in the corner of the L shaped sofa. Marik attempted to ignore him, though this was made quite hard when Bakura so leisurely slid onto his lap to straddle him.
Finally meeting the chocolate eyes, Marik smirked before reaching up and wiping the chin of the demon with his finger.
"Did you like it?" he asked, before licking the small amount of icing off his digit.
Bakura nodded.
"You know what I'd like better?" he asked.
Marik rolled his eyes and held up a hand.
"Sex, Malik, blood, Ryou and me?" he said, counting off on his fingers.
Bakura gave a low laugh.
"Yeah… They all sound pretty good, though right now I just want number 3."
Marik felt his stomach flip slightly. Bakura wanted his blood- for real this time. Strange though it seemed to the doctor, the idea quite excited him. He knew he was fit and able enough to give it to him, though the method of extraction may cause a few problems.
"Blood?" he asked softly.
"Mmm."
"My blood?"
Bakura nodded and suddenly kissed him passionately, mouth moving against Marik's with a sense of urgency, tongues coming out to roughly caress each other, pale fingers tangling in sandy hair, while bronzed hands ran up under the midnight wings to grip the pale back. A quick draw back and the two regarded each other through half-lidded eyes, before another long, hot kiss, breaking away with Bakura tugging at Marik's lip.
"Take it." Marik hissed, feeling the arousal between them both amplified.
Bakura smirked and kissed him once more, abruptly tugging his hair to get his head to the side, and plunging his fangs into the perfect neck.
The vampire heard the other let out a soft gasp, and the tanned fingers grasped a few black feathers tightly. He took a few mouthfuls before healing the wounds and drawing back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and kissing the other softly, a rare gesture.
Marik caught his breath and allowed the vampire to kiss him gently, letting go of the wings; his hands ran up the bare chest to rest on the creamy shoulders. He broke the kiss, and a wave of fatigue washed over him.
"Thank you." Bakura whispered, the wonderful taste of Marik lingering in his mouth.
The human gave him a smile.
"Anytime."
"You don't mean that."
"I know."
Bakura laughed softly and moved around so that he had both of his legs over Marik's, who accommodated him by winding an arm around his shoulders, as the vampire hugged their bodies together in a comforting way.
The two leant back into the cushions, Bakura in an unusually submissive position, though not because he didn't want to, on the contrary, it was a welcome change. The film ran on, and they watched it in comfortable silence, fingers sometimes coming up to slowly trace a pattern on soft skin or to play with a strand of hair.
Once it was over, Bakura looked up at Marik, whose eyes were shut, and face peaceful. He resisted the urge to do something in his normal way, such as tug at the blonde hair, and instead ran a hand down the other's cheek. The violet eyes flickered open, and Marik smiled at him sleepily.
"You missed the end." Bakura stated.
"Well done." Marik responded with a smirk at the other stating the obvious, tightening their embrace briefly.
"Come on, let's go upstairs." The vampire suggested.
Marik nodded and untangled himself, stretching, to the appreciation of Bakura, and then going over to switch everything off. The two then made their way upstairs and pushed the door of Marik's room open.
Bakura and Marik exchanged looks of smug happiness. Wandering over to the ones they knew were theirs, in a room scented with musk and everything that was the vampires, they took in the two slender, naked forms lying on the floor, with only a blanket covering them and their bodies entwined, Bakura smiled fondly. Glancing over to the human, who nodded, he quickly took off his clothes down to his boxers and picked up Ryou from under the covers, the delicate body limp in his arms from sleep, and carried him over to the large mattress. Marik followed with Malik and the large coverings and joined the two.
Marik turned to face away from Bakura, Malik unconsciously wrapping his arms around his body and nuzzling his smudged-makeup face into his chest. Marik felt another pair of arms gently lie themselves around him, and knew this was Ryou. Behind Ryou, Bakura protectively nuzzled up to his Sire, burying his nose in the white hair and tucking the blankets in around them. With a sigh of happiness, he joined them in sleep.
To be continued..
Well, I hope you liked it. Next chapter: we find out abour Ryou's turbulent past..
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