Wounded Hearts

Chapter 10: When things get ... interesting ...

"Why did you ... hug me back?"

"Here ... eat," Bakura said, obviously trying to change the subject. He handed him the leftover meat.

Marik blinked, "You ... you didn't answer my question."

"Shut up and eat," Bakura growled.

Marik began eating the meat.

"So ..." Marik began, obviously trying to start a conversation.

"So...what?"

"Um ... you're not Egyptian are you ...? Your accent ... and you look foreign ..."

"And if I am? What's it too you?"

"I just wanted to know where you were from ..."

"I'm from Britannia..."

Marik nodded, "Riiight. Makes sense ... and how'd you end up in this hellhole?"

"Father..." he muttered under his breath.

"Why? What happened?"

"Stop being so nosy!" Bakura said, very annoyed now.

Marik looked at the floor, "I'm sorry ..."

"Forget it..."

"No, you're right ... I'm too nosy. I mean, why would you want to talk to me ..."

"True..."

Marik's lower lip trembled.

"Oh Ra...please DO NOT! I repeat DO NOT cry! I beg of you!"

But already tears were pouring down Marik's cheeks.

'Oh man.'

Marik sniffled, "It's n-not as if I w-want to! Y-you're so m-mean! F-for some r-reason your w-words hurt m-me!"

Bakura rolled his eyes and said nothing.

Marik kept crying.

"What will it take for you to stop crying?"

Marik sniffled, "How am I supposed to know! I've never cried over a guy before!"

Marik gasped as he realized what he'd just said.

Bakura had also realized what Marik'd said. Great ... this made things more complicated.


Yami yawned as he waited for Shadi to arrive.

Set, who was just as bored as Yami, had the impulse to respond with, "Do you SEE him here? NO! Well then guess what! He isn't here!"

But Isis was watching him closely, which might result in his beheading. So he merely said, "No sire."

Yami knew what Set was thinking and looked at him.

Set looked at the floor quickly. Yami narrowed his eyes and was about to say something when the doors of the Main Hall opened. There stood Shadi, his turban half-on and strands of his long, dark hair waving in the wind. His clothes were tattered and he looked weary. He walked to Yami and got on one knee, "Your Highness, I have returned."

"Excellent." Yami said, a pleasent smile appearing on his face.

Shadi stood up and nodded once to both Set and Isis. Isis returned the greeting with a smile but Set merely glared at the Guardian.

Shadi ignored this, "Sire? Is it true ... my brother Marik has left the tomb?"

"I wouldn't have called you here then..."

Shadi looked worried, "I see."

"Well, what are you waiting for. Set off at once"

"But sire ... do you have any leads ...?"

"Ask Set." Yami muttered.

"So you're leaving my brother in the hands of ..."

He shot Set a disgusted look, " ... Set!"

Set merely glared at him while growling.

"Now, now Set ... that's no way to treat our guest ..." Isis muttered, allowing only him to hear and no one else. Set then glared at her. She merely gave him an innocent smile. He turned away, disgusted.

'Idiot ...' thought Isis.

"Just do as I say! We are wasting time!"

Shadi gritted his teeth, "Yes sire."

'Son of a-'

Shadi's thoughts were interrupted by Isis clearing her throat. Shadi stood up and walked to Set and Isis

All three of them set of at once.


Marik was trying to avoid Bakura's eyes as much as possible.

Bakura didn't notice anything athat Marik was doing. He yawned and stretched. The day had been a long one for him and he wanted to go to sleep as soon as possible.

Marik looked at him, finally, and turned red, "Um ... so ... "

"What ... ?"

"Um ... where are we gonna sleep?"

"On the floor...idiot. Where else?"

"Oh ..." Marik looked a bit hurt.

"Here ..." he said throwing a blanket at him.

Marik caught it and sighed, "My clothes are too thin ... and so is this blanket ... I get cold easily."

"Then here!" Bakura retorted, throwing him another blanket

Marik looked at the floor and muttered, "Thank you ..."

"Whatever..."

Bakura stretched out on the floor and covered himself from head to toe in his blankets. All that was visible of the thief was the shock of white hair peeking out.

Marik just sat there.

"Are you going to sleep or not..." Bakura muttered from underneath his blanket.

"I ... am ..."

Bakura heard alot of shuffling around and then something slumped to the ground beside him.

"What the-" he muttered.

Marik said nothing and for a while they stayed in silence, then, "You ... mind ...?"

"Yes..."

"Oh ... I'm sorry ..."

Bakura remained silent.

"It's just I get scared if ... I'm alone ... but if you want I'll move away," Marik offered.

Bakura still remained silent.

"Well ...?"

Still nothing.

"Kura?" Marik sat up and saw that 'Kura' was fast asleep, snoring lightly.

The boy sighed as he looked at the dim light the torch provided. Then he did something he'd never dared to do before. He rested his head on the tomb-thief's chest and put his hand somewhere on him as well, Marik couldn't tell because of the blankets.

Bakura felt warm comfort, as well as someone breathing on him, but didn't mind, he actually liked it.

Marik, while sleeping, moved his hand around a bit and nuzzled his head onto Bakura's chest.

Bakura was fast asleep.

-Next Morning-

Bakura woke up before Marik. He stared down at the boy.

Marik muttered something in his sleep and fell silent again. Bakura noticed the boy's head on his chest and his hand directly on his crotch.

The white-haired thief looked at him, shocked.

Right then, Marik started moving his hand around, muttering again.

Bakura could feel a jolt of pleasure course through his body, but shook it away. He shuddered.

Marik jerked his hand up again and Bakura could feel his legs turn to jelly. He wanted to move away, but at the same time, he didn't.

Marik started feeling on him with his fingers, raking them up and down. Bakura arched his back a bit.

'Ra ... gods ... don't ... feels .. so good ...'

Then the pleasure took over and Bakura moaned out loud. Marik stirred.

The younger of the two sat up and rubbed his eyes, yawning at the same time, while Bakura was left there lying on the ground, red faced, and with a major boner.


A/N:

Marik: Can this be! She updated! YAY!

Authoress: "sweatdrop" Updates WOULD come faster if a certain co-writer would BE ONLINE sometime! Jeez, I have to FORCE her sometimes!

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