Insane

This is a Yu-Gi-Oh FanFiction. It will be a drama, hurt, angst and there will be YAOI and SMUT! So please if you don't like it, do not read it!

The story takes place after the end of Season 5.

Author's note:

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Arev

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Bakura

Once he was outside of the building, he took a moment to understand what had just happen. This was the first time he was asked to leave without Marik. That foreign guy, as handsome and kind as he was, had something strange in him. He couldn't quite grasp what it was, but it was very different from Yamaguchi's aura. However, he couldn't trust him and he definitely couldn't trust him with Marik.

Bakura sighed and called for a taxi. In his room, he plunged in his bed closed his eyes and pressed his palms on his face. Shit he hated that, he hated waiting for the Maniac to be released from these perverts. How did he even get in this situation? His life was like a rollercoaster and Marik was driving it. That Freak was really, really getting in to him. He even caught himself staring at him from time to time, like a horny teenager. Bakura gritted his teeth, why was that Egyptian making him feel like that? He had no explanation, it was a feeling he didn't know till now, or at least didn't quite understand. He had felt something similar, when Ryou was thinking of his father. But his feelings towards the Egyptian were different, much more intense. Fuck that! All he really wanted was to get out of the whole Yakuza shit. Someday Marik would get killed, or dismembered in one of his perverted sessions and he himself will probably just get shot on the streets like a stray dog.

He exhaled and turned his head to the side, it was quite dark in his room, the street lights outside were just not bright enough to illuminate it. Bakura tried to sleep. He even took a bath, yes his freakin' room had a bath - sometimes it was just awesome to work for Kaiba. He lied in his bed once more, this time only in his underwear. Bakura closed his eyes and tried to free his mind, to ban his thoughts from going back to Marik again and again. He imagined every scene possible – the Egyptian tied up, covered in his blood in the middle of a group of hungry perverts; spread on the flour, everywhere with cut wounds, maybe a missing limb even… unconscious in a bed, naked, everywhere bruises, covered in sperm, etc.. He shivered, he cared for that Freak too much, that was for sure. And that bothered him to his bones, why was the great King Thief buggering around with some phsycho person? Marik was just driving him … crazy. His smile, the lilac eyes, his damn hot body, his whole being was irritating him. Bakura wanted to not care for him, to not think of him, to just go on with his life, but that was impossible, the Egyptian was pulling him towards him, as if he was the only lid lamp on an empty street and Bakura a dump moth searching for it, again and again crushing against its cold glass. Ughhh, he closed his eyes and clenched his fists, he was so damn confused. Time passed, it was already after 3am and he still couldn't sleep, he turned and tossed in his bed, his thoughts always wondering back to Marik.

His phone rang and he opened his eyes immediately and quickly searched the corners of his room. Light fell through the heavy curtains, illuminating everything in gold. When did he fall asleep? He grabbed his phone and answered it "yes?". A silent voice entered his ear, he knew this voice "you can pick up your cute bunny now." The line went dead after that. Bakura quickly stood up, making his head dizzy. He needed several seconds to organise it and himself. After brushing his teeth and putting his hair in some order, he called a taxi and was driving to "Red Velvet" already. His thoughts were spinning in is head, he bit his lip, staring out of the window, not really focusing on the beautiful scenery outside. One question popped in his mind over and over again – how was he going to find Marik this time?

The car slowed down and eventually stopped. He paid the driver and stood outside of the building once more. Once inside, he was met by the same woman from last night "name?". Did she even sleep, or was her shift endless from night to day, from day to night? He shook his head and hesitated. Bakura was nervous, nervous he will find the Blonde in an even worse state as last time "Bakura". The woman nodded, still not looking at him "room 408" she gave him a mask and the bodyguards moved from the huge door, letting him to enter it. He looked around searching for the room number. It was on the right side, so he walked towards it, ignoring the turning heads. This place was as full as last night. Didn't these people have jobs, or hobbies, or… lives to live?

Room 408 – what was he supposed to do? Knock? Or just enter? Was Marik going to come out himself? Bakura bit his lip again and put a hand on the handle, only to push the door open, slowly. He entered the room and looked around – it was a big room, with a huge bed in the middle, there were no windows, since they were underground, but on the walls were many big paintings, extractions from what he supposed was, the Kamasutra. The room was illuminated by candles and the colours from the ball room were used here as well – black, deep red, gold and silver. Marik was nowhere to be seen. His heart started beating quickly, where was that idiot?! Did he leave already, was he lying somewhere in the room, dead? His breath came out in gasps now, he had to pull himself together. Bakura shook his head, trying to relax his heavy breathing only to look around once more. A soft moan caught his attention. He concentrated on the huge bed and noticed now, that there was someone lying in it. This could only be Marik… he slowly approached it, being afraid of what horror he would see this time.

And there he was, sleeping peacefully on the soft pillows. He was lying on his belly, his left arm under his head, eyes eased, his face soft, as if it never could show that edgy side of Marik. His hair was falling like melted gold, contrasting greatly to his dark skin. Bakura sat on the bed and observed him for a moment, he looked really so normal, no one could tell, just how crazy he was, how maniacal he acted once awake. His lips curled up and he brushed the golden hair off of his face, slightly touching his cheek, making the lilac eyes to open. "Bakura?" he got startled and quickly removed his hand, putting an annoyed face on - what the hell was he doing anyways? "We can go now, Marik." Bakura stood up crossing his arms on his chest. But Marik just turned on his back and stretched, puling the sheets away from him, revealing his naked body. "Uhmmm, give me a second." Bakura inhaled sharply and felt, how his cheeks blushed, but he couldn't look away – this body was so damn fine. He bit his lip, other than some hickeys here and there, there were no cuts, or bruises, no missing limbs, just nothing.

"Marik, what … happened last night?" the tanned man blinked several times, before his face was split by his maniacal smile "we fucked.". Anger rose inside him "no, I mean, aghh, fuck it, just get up!". Marik actually leaned on his elbows and looked at him amused "are you jealous, my spring flower?", "don't be ridiculous!" his voice was higher as he had intended. The Egyptian tilted his head, arching an eyebrow "you know, we can still use this room, we can have so much fun here.". Bakura jerked back, disgusted "I am not using anything, where someone has been with you!". "Now, you are hurting my feelings, do you find me that repelling?" Marik slid a hand slowly, down from his chest, to his belly muscles, his abdomen, creeping to his soft cock. Once he touched it, it twitched "see, I will be very happy to do it with you.". Bakura's body heated, he gritted his teeth and hissed "stop it!". The Egyptian arched his head up, fondling himself, only to let an erotic moan "Bakura… uhmm.. take me!". Bakura snarled in anger "FUCK YOU, MARIK!" the Egyptian stopped in his actions, his smile appearing once more "yes! You finally got it! Let's fuck!". Marik stood up and approached him, his eyes never breaking the contact.

The tanned man leaned over him, his body heat surrounding him, as he whispered "why do you keep rejecting me?". Bakura jerked back, narrowing his eyes, he was furious, did that bastard think, he was irresistible? But he couldn't really answer him. Hell, he was the one, being confused and irritated last night, he was the one asking himself, why he felt as he felt and why he couldn't let go of that bastard! He just didn't know himself, it didn't feel right… or at least he thought so. Marik observed him, his face stern "try to find an answer for that and if you can't, let me have you, my spring flower.". Bakura frowned "There is no need to find any answers for such a nonsensical question." he snapped, waving his hand in annoyance. This conversation was going the wrong direction, again. The Egyptian licked his lips "if there is no need to find an answer, then let me have you.". Bakura closed his eyes for a second, why was this bastard so persistent? "Marik, you can have anybody, why do you want me?" he needed to know, he had to know what that Phsycho was thinking.

The tanned man smiled again, flashing his perfect white teeth, his lilac eyes narrowed "I want you so badly, that I keep dreaming of you… " he stepped closer to him, closing the gap between them. "I dream of baring your porcelain skin, to touch it, to kiss it, to make you gasp in pleasure, while I tease your pink nipples …". Bakura's eyes widened, this was… this was dirty talk. He took a step back, only to be followed by Marik. "I want to feel you underneath me jolt and moan, as I suck your hard cock, I dream of hearing you scream every known god's name on this planet as you trash around and arch your back in extasy, …". Bakura finally reached a wall behind him. Marik was just in front of him, his face turned into a satisfied smirk, as he put his hands on the wall, locking him in place. He pushed his body against his, as his hot breath entered his ear "… while I pump inside you". He closed his eyes trying to relax his heavy breathing, but his body was slightly trembling, he felt his blood rushing through his veins, his cheeks were flushed and he was so damn hard, it was painful. Marik started rubbing against him, increasing the friction on their fronts, so that he had hard times not to moan in pleasure "stop…" was all he could barely say in a steady voice. But the Egyptian kept on rubbing against him, his left hand wondered to his shoulder and stayed there, warming it "I dream of fucking you, over and over, and over, and over again…". He accentuated every word he said, his hot breath vibrated in his ear, making him to jolt and push his hips further against Marik's. A wet tongue traced his ear lobe, and he finally gave in, an erotic moan escaped his lips "uhmm… ". While nibbling and sucking, and kissing the sensitive organ, the tanned man continued whispering in it "until your hole remembers my shape, so that no other cock can satisfy you.". Bakura's brain had switched off and his body had taken the command. He turned his head so that he could face him and crushed his lips with Marik's into a deep, passionate kiss. He wanted nothing more but to satisfy the hunger inside him, he wanted the Egyptian to keep his promise and just fuck him. Since Marik was naked, Bakura's hands quickly wondered down to the hard, already leaking dick. He slowly slid up and down the whole length, his thumb teasing the top of it "Bakura…". The Egyptian gasped and broke the kiss, a thin saliva string acted as bridge between their mouths for a fraction of a second. He turned his eyes to face these lilac orbs. Marik's face looked strange, somehow different from the expressions he knew. He was out of breath, his lips parted, blushing, his eyes observing him. But there was more, much more, he couldn't quite grasp. It felt as if the tanned man was seeing a god in front of him, a god he adored, he unconditionally obeyed and served, a god he lo …. He inhaled sharply and pushed the Egyptian from himself, his eyes once more widened in shock. What the hell was going on here?! Did Marik have any feelings for him? Was that Maniac actually in … love. His eyes moved quickly trying to find that expression once more, but it was gone. Marik's face was split by his smile "don't tell me, you want to back down now" his voice was teasing him playfully. Bakura shook his head, all the heat was gone and his brain was in control once more. That bastard somehow managed to blur his mind so that he was about to bare his ass and get fucked by him. "Shut the fuck up!" he snapped and pushed the tanned man even further away. "This is over, get dressed, we are leaving!". For a second there he thought he saw something like pain in the lilac eyes, but the Maniac just put his smile on, as if it was a piece of old clothing "as you wish, my angry Thief.". He turned on his heel to search for his belongings. Bakura tried not to stare at him, so he looked at the pictures on the wall, wondering how one could have pleasure in such uncomfortable poses.

His mind couldn't ease up, even as they left the club. Why was that Phsycho capable of such emotions? Did he even know of what he felt himself? And were those emotions even real? Was that bastard plying him only to get in his pants? He was a slut, fucking around with everybody, so that could be one explanation. This was getting complicated. Bakura wasn't sure, if he interpreted the situation correctly and he wasn't sure if Marik was not kidding with him. But he was sure that, if the Blonde had any feelings towards him, he couldn't … he wouldn't … he mustn't … what? What was the end of this sentence? His body was giving him clear signals of what it wanted, but his head was screaming – no! He sighed and observed the Blonde from the corner of his eyes. He was sitting there, next to him in the car, his head rested on his palm, his eyes moving quickly, as they tried to follow the quick changing of the scenery outside. "Bakura." Now he turned to face the Egyptian, who didn't follow his action. "I will never give up." The oh so familiar smile appeared on his face "this is my life goal.". Marik turned to him, tilting his head "I don't understand why myself, but you will be mine.". And now, at this very moment, Bakura's heart skipped a beat, he felt a warmth in his chest, which was about to burn him from inside. He was almost gasping, as he clutched his shirt into his fist, observing the other man. The Egyptian was smiling at him, his face illuminated by the sun outside, letting his skin and hair glow. His eyes fixated on him, showing that very expression from before. What the hell are you doing to me, Marik …