Wounded Hearts

Chapter 11:Getting Warmer ...

"Morning ..." Marik said casually.
Bakura was still shaky as he sat up. He grunted.
Marik frowned, "Something wrong? Your face is all red ..."
This made The tomb-robber turn even redder.

"Maybe you shouldn't sleep with so many blankets ... are you hot ..."
"Yeah! That's it." Bakura said, agreeing.
"But it was cold at night ... and the sun can't get in here ..."
"I'm warm blooded!" Bakura mentally slapped himself for such a stupid excuse.
Marik frowned"Aren't all humans ..."

"ARGH! Leave me alone!"Bakura said, throwing his blanket aside.
Marik jumped, "I'm sorry ..."
"Whatever."
Marik looked down, "I just wanted to ..."

Something caught his eye,"Why ... you ... are ..."

"What!" Bakura said, not getting any idea of what he was talking about
Marik gulped as he continued to stare at the bulge in Bakura's pants, "Why ... the ... the ..."

"Out with it boy"
Marik pointed, "That's big"

"Huh!"
"The thing ... that ... big ... thingy ..."
"What!" Bakura said, still confused.
Marik hadn't moved his eyes, "Are you ... um ... well ..."
"What?"
Marik's eyes met Bakura's then glanced down at the thief's crotch and back at his eyes, "That bulge ..."

Bakura also looked down.

Bakura realized suddenly what Marik was talking about. Marik cocked his head to one side, "Had a nice dream ... huh?"

Bakura suddenly turned red again
Marik giggled, but was inwardly jelouse, "Was it about Rubi?"
"No..."
Marik frowned,"Oh ...? Who then?"
'Shit ...' Bakura thought.
Marik leaned closer, frowning, "You have ANOTHER lover!"
"Leave me be!"
"Yes! You do!"
One glare shut Marik up.

But still Marik sulked, feeling even more jelouse.

'Not fair ... this this ... man-whore! But ... if he's used to such things ... what would he want with me ...!'

Bakura got up.
Marik looked up at him, waiting for his next move.

"What?" Bakura said innocently, if that was possible.

Marik blinked, "Um ... it's getting kinda hot isn't it"

"Uh ... not really."

Marik sighed, "Well I am."

"Too bad."

Marik raised an eyebrow, "Well then I guess you won't mind ..."

Marik started taking his robe off.

Bakura said nothing. Absolutely nothing.

He tried not to look at Marik's half-naked body. Half naked ... because of his thin underwear.

Marik threw off the robe and crossed his legs while sitting on the floor.

Bakura just gaped at him. Before he knew it, he started drooling.

He felt butterflies in his stomach as he stared at the young boy's well-toned chest. Marik stretched and finding nothing else to do turned around to go retrieve his robe, which he'd thrown half-across the room.

Bakura gulped as he watched Marik crawl to the far end of the room, his behind in plain view.

Bakura's blood rushed down and he was left dizzy.

But then, he also noticed tatoos embarked on his back.

He frowned, "Marik ..."

Marik turned to face him and stood up, "Yeah ...?"

"What are those?"

Marik raised an eyebrow, "Those what?

"Let me finish."

Marik fell silent.

"What are those tatoos ... on your back?"

Marik's eyes widened, "Oh shit ..." He turned away and mumbled, "Father ..."

Bakura still was confused. "What do you mean?"

Marik remembered a situation like this one before, it was the perfect time to get back at Bakura for being so mean to him, "Stop being so nosy!"

Marik smirked as Bakura's mouth dropped open, then closed as he remembered that when Marik had asked about his own father, he'd said that same thing.

Both were silent.

Marik looked at Bakura directly in the eye, as if daring him to say something.

Bakura cracked first, "What!"

Marik smiled as he walked over to Bakura and grabbed his arm,"Can you do something from me?" Marik batted his eyelashes.

Bakura arched an eyebrow when Marik did this.

"Well can you ...?" Marik smiled at Bakura.

"What is it first."

Marik bit his lip, "Promise you'll say 'yes' ..."

"I need to know first."

"Take me out ..."

"What ...!"

"You heard ..."

"Absolutely not."

"Why NOT!"

"Because we will be caught." Bakura said. "Idiot."

"Not if we're careful! Oh please Kura! I hate tombs! Please ..."

Marik's eyes pleaded with Bakura and Marik leaned closer to Bakura, grabbing Bakura's hands, "Please ..."

Bakura blushed slightly but Marik didn't bother to notice because of all that pleading.

"Please ..." Marik finally saw Bakura was blushing, "Kura ..."

"What ...!" he said, turning away.

Marik smiled as he still held Bakura's hand and moved to face Bakura again, "Kura ...? Can we go outside ..."

"No ..."
Marik pouted, "PLEASE!"

Bakura looked down at Marik and was about to say something, when a hickey and a bite mark on Marik's neck caught his eye. He inspected Marik closely and saw more bites, scratches, cuts and bruises on his neck, chest, arms, and thighs.

"What is all that?" Bakura asked, curious.

Marik blinked"What's what"

"Those bruises and marks..."

Marik shifted around uncomfortably and mumbled, "Customers ..."

Bakura raised an eyebrow. "Customers ...?"
"Haven't you figured it out by now?" Marik frowned.
"No ..." Bakura said as Marik rolled his eyes slightly.
"I'll tell you my story if you tell me yours ..."
"What story?"
"Your past."
Bakura frowned. "Forget it ... I'm not that interested."
"But I am ..."
"Who cares!"
Marik looked down, "I'm just curious ... I't not like I'm going to tell anyone ... I've got no one to tell ..."
Bakura stared at him, almost feeling guilty that he was harsh to him.

Almost.

He shook the thoughts away and continued to gape at him.
"Pleasey ...? With honey on top!"

"Honey?" Again, Bakura arched his brow.
Marik giggled, "Yes sweetie?"
"Sweetie!" Bakura shouted. "Stop that!"
Marik giggled madly again, "Okay honey."
"STOP THAT NOW!" he demanded, but of course Marik continued teasing him.
"Say pleeeeease, baby! Pweezeie! Tell me how you got from Brittania to Egypt ... I reaaaaally wanna know."
"Leave me be!" he growled venomously. "Or else ..." he hissed.

Marik pouted, "Meany!" He sighed and looked down at Bakura's hand, which he was still holding.

"You know when I got surprised that you hugged me back when I was crying? You wanna know why?"
"No."
Marik looked a bit put out, "But I wanna tell you."
"You can say whatever you want but I'm not listening"
Marik's eyes filled with tears and he let go of Bakura's hand, 'He doesn't care ... he really doesn't ...'

"You hungry?" Bakura said, offering the peice of bread to him.
Marik shook his head and turned away, not wanting Bakura to see him cry.

Bakurashrugged and ate it for himself, leaving some for Marik.
Marik walked to a corner of the tomb and sat, hiding his face.
Bakura then got the leftover milk and looked at it. He then looked at Marik and then at the milk. There wasn't enough for the both. He sighed and set it down, for later.
Marik noticed him, "Drink it ... I can last for days without eating or drinking ..."
"No ...you can't. No one can ..." he said, coming over to him handing him the small jug of milk.
Marik glared at him, but took it and drank it, "I CAN! I did it all the time with father ... But ofcourse you don't care ..."
Bakura stayed silent.
Marik looked at the floor. "No one ever hugged me before ... before you. That's why I got so ... shocked ..."
Bakura rolled his eyes but Marik didn't take notice.
"My dad prostituted me, for money to buy his beer and stuff ... I lost my virginity when I was ten ... the same day I got 'scarred' ... my older sister and brother left me alone and went instead to serve Yami personally. I had an adopted brother but he was killed by my father when he tried to stop daddy ... from raping me."

"Stop it! I don't want ... to know..." Bakura said as images of his own childhood flashed before him. He shuddered.
Marik frowned, "I had to tell someone ... I haven't had contact with a person who was a litle bit nice to me since I was ten ... is something wrong?"

Bakura said nothing.
Marik stood up, "Why won't you talk to me ...? If you keep stuff like that bottled up, it can make you sick."
Bakura grunted.
Marik put his hands on Bakura's chest, "I liked it when you hugged me ..."
Bakura jolted up in shock. Warmth passed through his body.
Marik put his head on Bakura's chest as well, "Can you do it again ..."
"Uh ..."
Marik stood there waiting to see if Bakura would hug him back or not. His insides were frozen as he waited.

Surprisingly, the thief did, but in a tense way ... as if he were forced too.
Marik didn't like the feeling of this tense hug, "Can you hug me normally ...? This feels stiff ..."
As if he were being controlled, Bakura did.
Marik snuggled his head into Bakura's chest as he felt the warmth of Bakura's arms around him. He blushed and smiled.

They stayed for awhile in each others arms until Bakura pulled away.
Marik frowned as he looked up at Bakura, "What?"
"What do you mean what ...?"
Marik pulled Bakura close again, "You don't like me ...?"

Marik tilted his head upwards and moistened his lips.
Bakura was getting very uncomfortable.
Marik's lips were getting closer and his lavender eyes were half -closed. Bakura knew what was going to happen ... and he wasn't sure he didn't want it.


A/N: I am the goddess of CLIFFIES!And my co-writeris thegoddess of not being online to write! And also she likes to make Kura UN-romantic! "gasp" Oh well.

Yes Bakura is gettin' REAL gay!

Bakura: "grumbles"

Authoress: But we LUB you anyway! RITE!
On another note ... you know how some people answer thier Reviewers question ... and comments and stuff ... it's not that I don't WUV you guys enough to do it it's just I really really can't.

"Why!" you ask. Because I lose my reviews. I'm too disorganized. "sweatdrop" So if I tried it, I'd probably forget somebody ... and that could hurt somebody's feelings. "smile" So now you know.

So yes! Sho' me da lub and keep dem reviews comin'!

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