Marik rolled over in his hospital bed. It was probably the most
uncomfortable bed he had ever laid on, but it would have to do. Marik
groaned as he sat up, not being able to fall asleep. It was hot in the
room, and the window was open. Searching around the room for ways to cool
himself off, Marik spied a air conditioner, tucked away in the corner.
Climbing off his bed, he went over to turn it on, twisting the knob to the
fullest it would go without busting on him. Rushing back over to the bed,
he laid down, and soon drifted off to sleep.
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Marik suddenly felt a cold draft hit his bare back. He lazily lifted his head up from the pillow to scan the room. His eyes widened considerably when he noticed a dark figure standing in the corner. He quickly flipped onto his back and sat up. He was only wearing a pair of baggy hospital pants. The figure then moved slightly. It suddenly made a noise Marik knew all too well. A giggle.
"Kira?" he asked into the darkness, wondering why she would be here, so late and in the dark. Kira bound forward to the foot of his bed. Marik stared confused at Kira's actions. She smiled awkwardly and tilted her head to the side. She giggled again, and proceeded to climb onto Marik's bed.
"Kira, w-what are you doing?" he asked, become a little wierded out with what she was doing. Kira reached a slender finger forward and pressed it against Marik's soft lips.
"Shh, don't speak." She said, moving in so close that she had to of been straddling Marik's strong form. Marik slid back onto his back, and wondered what Kira was about to do. He soon got his answer as Kira leaned forward and indulged him into a sweet flavored kiss. One he couldn't possibly get enough of. This was heaven, everything he wanted the night before had just invited themselves in and, happened! Marik was lost in his own thoughts again once Kira pressed harder against his lips, and was leant a hand by Marik pulling her head in closer to his. He needed more of her, and he needed it now. He let out a well held in moan as he felt Kira nip at his bottom lip, causing him to open his mouth. And almost immediately upon impact, Kira did as well, and Marik proceeded to explore her welcoming mouth. It was like velvet chocolate. Silk cream, her taste pouring into Marik, until it flowed in his veins.
He suddenly heard Kira giggle, and he stopped the kiss to stare into her eyes, asking without words what was so funny. Kira moved a little further down his body, her weight now resting on his legs. Marik seemed uncomfortable so Kira changed her position. She put one hand down on the left side of him, and the other accidentally down on his groin. Marik couldn't take it anymore. He suddenly knew why Kira was giggling, and was rudely awakened by her hand. Kira's head shot up as she heard Marik groan and toss his head to the side, his eyes shut tightly. Kira giggled once more, realizing Marik liked this sort of attention. So she gently caressed her fingertips over him once more, and she heard him moan out in want, need for more.
"K-Kira, please." he begged, pushing his hips up higher in attempt for more of her contagious touch. Kira did it once more, and this sent Marik over the edge, he needed Kira badly, it hurt. His own hand woke up in a mind of it's own as it shot down towards Kira's grabbing her hand he pushed it down onto his groin hard, to relieve some of the pressure. Kira swiftly moved her hand away and shook her finger at him.
"No." she said simply, and flatly. Slowly, she began to snake her hand into Mariks hospital pants. Marik squirmed in delight, not getting enough of this wonderful feeling. Kira was almost to the point of her desire, when he felt a sudden rough shake. He then felt Kiras hand disappear. Marik groaned in the process. Opening his eyes, he found himself in the hospital, sunlight entering the room, and him lying on the bed, covered in god knows what.
A dream. It was only a dream. A god damned DREAM! Marik could've screamed at the top of his lungs he was so pissed off. Clutching his head, he couldn't get the mental picture of Kira and the looks she gave him. He'd never see her the same way again. Sitting up, he looked at the sheets and discovered they were covered in sweat. The heat had been turned up the other night, no doubt about that. Mariks attention was suddenly pulled away from the sheets, and onto the door. The same nurse as before walked in, and looked at her brown clipboard. She clicked her tongue, and Marik found it kind of annoying. She was very, clicky. He frowned as the lady pulled the sheets off his bed, and told him to stand up.
"You're coming with me mister." She said sternly. Marik obliged, wanting to of gotten out of that bed a long while ago. He followed the nurse down the hall. He nearly lost her five times as she turned sharply at some corners Marik could have walked right past, which he did those five times, only to have the nurse poke her head out from around the corner and hiss at him to come this way.
"You'll be eating breakfast and lunch here. After that the doctor will come in and check how you're doing, then will call your parents and tell them to come and pick you up." The nurse said tonelessly. Mariks head shot up as she said the last part. He shook his head violently. The nurse eyed him strangely.
"No miss, I'd like to be picked up by someone else. My parents are, well, they're gone." He said abruptly. The nurse looked shocked, and then handed him a piece of paper.
"Here." She said. Marik wondered what he'd need with that. The nurse sighed.
"Write 'someone else's' number on it." She said exasperatedly. Marik nodded, and jotted it down with her pen, and handed the paper and pen back to the nurse. She then turned sharply on her heel and left the room. Marik sat down at the breakfast table. He then looked down the table. There were a bunch of other patients there, eating silently, not really on the mood to talk. They were all recovered patients, or else the food would be delivered to them in their room. It was a long table, in a grey room. Depressing to say the least. Marik then looked down at the food he was given. Ugh. Awful looking. He pushed it away, and got up to go back to his room.
*** "Ok Marik, don't let any nasty things like that happen to you again." The doctor said cheerfully as Marik left the hospital.
"Yeah whatever." He said, pulling on his shades. They had given him back his usual attire, the beige cargos and the blue shirt. He looked around the pick up area, trying to find the car he would have been picked up in. A high screeching noise could suddenly be heard, and Marik knew who it was. A blue corvette with white flames lacing the sides came to a sudden halt just in front of where Marik stood. He smirked as the driver of the car pouted, wanting to of at least hit his knees as he stopped so suddenly. Marik hoped into the car, not even bothering to open the door. He grinned at the driver maniacally.
"Nice of you to finally show up, Malik."
TBC
Lola: Ohhhhh. Look who I invited into the story! Malik, Mariks yami. Now, just because this isn't one of those usual fics with the items and the Egypt and the this and that, doesn't mean I can't bring in his delectable yami!! *Squeals* I hope you guys enjoyed that chappy, I said it was going to be 19, but I decided to land Malik a part, and his own chapter so here you go! Review and I'll update!! Give me good advice!! I need it. My brain is slowly wasting away and my ideas have gotten loose!! ^-^
*WARNING DREAM SEQUENCE* YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ* JUST WAIT FOR NEXT UPDATE* Thank you *
Marik suddenly felt a cold draft hit his bare back. He lazily lifted his head up from the pillow to scan the room. His eyes widened considerably when he noticed a dark figure standing in the corner. He quickly flipped onto his back and sat up. He was only wearing a pair of baggy hospital pants. The figure then moved slightly. It suddenly made a noise Marik knew all too well. A giggle.
"Kira?" he asked into the darkness, wondering why she would be here, so late and in the dark. Kira bound forward to the foot of his bed. Marik stared confused at Kira's actions. She smiled awkwardly and tilted her head to the side. She giggled again, and proceeded to climb onto Marik's bed.
"Kira, w-what are you doing?" he asked, become a little wierded out with what she was doing. Kira reached a slender finger forward and pressed it against Marik's soft lips.
"Shh, don't speak." She said, moving in so close that she had to of been straddling Marik's strong form. Marik slid back onto his back, and wondered what Kira was about to do. He soon got his answer as Kira leaned forward and indulged him into a sweet flavored kiss. One he couldn't possibly get enough of. This was heaven, everything he wanted the night before had just invited themselves in and, happened! Marik was lost in his own thoughts again once Kira pressed harder against his lips, and was leant a hand by Marik pulling her head in closer to his. He needed more of her, and he needed it now. He let out a well held in moan as he felt Kira nip at his bottom lip, causing him to open his mouth. And almost immediately upon impact, Kira did as well, and Marik proceeded to explore her welcoming mouth. It was like velvet chocolate. Silk cream, her taste pouring into Marik, until it flowed in his veins.
He suddenly heard Kira giggle, and he stopped the kiss to stare into her eyes, asking without words what was so funny. Kira moved a little further down his body, her weight now resting on his legs. Marik seemed uncomfortable so Kira changed her position. She put one hand down on the left side of him, and the other accidentally down on his groin. Marik couldn't take it anymore. He suddenly knew why Kira was giggling, and was rudely awakened by her hand. Kira's head shot up as she heard Marik groan and toss his head to the side, his eyes shut tightly. Kira giggled once more, realizing Marik liked this sort of attention. So she gently caressed her fingertips over him once more, and she heard him moan out in want, need for more.
"K-Kira, please." he begged, pushing his hips up higher in attempt for more of her contagious touch. Kira did it once more, and this sent Marik over the edge, he needed Kira badly, it hurt. His own hand woke up in a mind of it's own as it shot down towards Kira's grabbing her hand he pushed it down onto his groin hard, to relieve some of the pressure. Kira swiftly moved her hand away and shook her finger at him.
"No." she said simply, and flatly. Slowly, she began to snake her hand into Mariks hospital pants. Marik squirmed in delight, not getting enough of this wonderful feeling. Kira was almost to the point of her desire, when he felt a sudden rough shake. He then felt Kiras hand disappear. Marik groaned in the process. Opening his eyes, he found himself in the hospital, sunlight entering the room, and him lying on the bed, covered in god knows what.
A dream. It was only a dream. A god damned DREAM! Marik could've screamed at the top of his lungs he was so pissed off. Clutching his head, he couldn't get the mental picture of Kira and the looks she gave him. He'd never see her the same way again. Sitting up, he looked at the sheets and discovered they were covered in sweat. The heat had been turned up the other night, no doubt about that. Mariks attention was suddenly pulled away from the sheets, and onto the door. The same nurse as before walked in, and looked at her brown clipboard. She clicked her tongue, and Marik found it kind of annoying. She was very, clicky. He frowned as the lady pulled the sheets off his bed, and told him to stand up.
"You're coming with me mister." She said sternly. Marik obliged, wanting to of gotten out of that bed a long while ago. He followed the nurse down the hall. He nearly lost her five times as she turned sharply at some corners Marik could have walked right past, which he did those five times, only to have the nurse poke her head out from around the corner and hiss at him to come this way.
"You'll be eating breakfast and lunch here. After that the doctor will come in and check how you're doing, then will call your parents and tell them to come and pick you up." The nurse said tonelessly. Mariks head shot up as she said the last part. He shook his head violently. The nurse eyed him strangely.
"No miss, I'd like to be picked up by someone else. My parents are, well, they're gone." He said abruptly. The nurse looked shocked, and then handed him a piece of paper.
"Here." She said. Marik wondered what he'd need with that. The nurse sighed.
"Write 'someone else's' number on it." She said exasperatedly. Marik nodded, and jotted it down with her pen, and handed the paper and pen back to the nurse. She then turned sharply on her heel and left the room. Marik sat down at the breakfast table. He then looked down the table. There were a bunch of other patients there, eating silently, not really on the mood to talk. They were all recovered patients, or else the food would be delivered to them in their room. It was a long table, in a grey room. Depressing to say the least. Marik then looked down at the food he was given. Ugh. Awful looking. He pushed it away, and got up to go back to his room.
*** "Ok Marik, don't let any nasty things like that happen to you again." The doctor said cheerfully as Marik left the hospital.
"Yeah whatever." He said, pulling on his shades. They had given him back his usual attire, the beige cargos and the blue shirt. He looked around the pick up area, trying to find the car he would have been picked up in. A high screeching noise could suddenly be heard, and Marik knew who it was. A blue corvette with white flames lacing the sides came to a sudden halt just in front of where Marik stood. He smirked as the driver of the car pouted, wanting to of at least hit his knees as he stopped so suddenly. Marik hoped into the car, not even bothering to open the door. He grinned at the driver maniacally.
"Nice of you to finally show up, Malik."
TBC
Lola: Ohhhhh. Look who I invited into the story! Malik, Mariks yami. Now, just because this isn't one of those usual fics with the items and the Egypt and the this and that, doesn't mean I can't bring in his delectable yami!! *Squeals* I hope you guys enjoyed that chappy, I said it was going to be 19, but I decided to land Malik a part, and his own chapter so here you go! Review and I'll update!! Give me good advice!! I need it. My brain is slowly wasting away and my ideas have gotten loose!! ^-^