The mansion Mariku had created, with his powerful magic, was painted white with a gold frame on all of the windows. There were three floors, two hundred rooms, all decorated with the same theme in mind; Egyptian. Bakura approached the towering house and reached out for the handle of the double doors. It opened without struggle.

He began his search on the first floor and opened the first closed door. "Ryou?" he looked into the room. It was only a guest room and it was empty. He continued his search of the first floor and came up empty handed. He continued on to the next floor, again he found nothing more than a bunch of Egyptian themed rooms that were all the same. He was becoming annoyed and weary of searching for his Hikari, but decided to just press on.

On the third floor he found one difference. Along the walls he found items that were actually egyptian artifacts and not just cheap copies. He cautiously walked down the hallway looking into each room as he went. He came to the end of the long corridor and found himself staring at another set of double doors. The doors were painted gold and marked with actual hyroglyphics. He didn't hesitate to break into the room. He found Mariku asleep in his well-decorated bed.

The sheets and pillows were as gold as everything else in the mansion, no surprise.

Mariku sat up and stared with a huge smile stuck to his face. Bakura bolted towards the bed and angrily attacked Mariku. The tomb keeper took every blow as if it were nothing at all. The blows were minor and tickled more than hurt. He teleported himself to the end of the bed and out of Bakura's way.

"Where the hell is my Hikari, Mariku!?"

"He's just hanging around," The sandy-blond replied, laughing to himself.

He stood and walked over to his body-length mirror and looked at his slim figure.

"Mariku-!"

"Listen you little bastard. We need to talk," Mariku interrupted.

He appeared behind Bakura and held the dangerous robber's hands behind his back forcing him to lay chest down on the bed. He struggled as much as possible, but he couldn't escape Mariku's strong grip.

Mariku leaned down and gently kissed the other's neck, unaware for a moment that he was doing this. Bakura's eyes widened. This was not what he was expecting. He rolled over forcing Mariku onto his back in the sea of gold silk. He pulled free and pinned Mariku's arms and legs with his own limbs.

"No more playing around! Where is Ryou?!"

Mariku smiled and snickered. He teleported himself to the ceiling. Beside him, the Hikari was bound in ropes and gagged. His alabaster skin was tear-stained and a slight reddish color from being suspended from the tall ceiling. The tomb keeper knelt down beside him and grabbed his face roughly, forcing the Hikari to look at him directly.

"Such a fragile creature…"

Bakura was shaking furiously with the rage building up inside. "Don't touch him!: he yelled at Mariku.

"He's as fragile as our situation…"

Bakura arched a brow in confusion. "Our situation?" Mariku looked down at him slyly with a thin smile on his face. "Let me get to the point-"

"Please do," Bakura hissed.

"So impatient. Well-"

"Stop stalling, Mariku!" Bakura again interrupted.

"Fine, I have this passion for you which I feel must be expressed," he simply explained. "You've expressed your feelings, now release my Hikari." Bakura hissed as he ignored everything Mariku had said.

Mariku snapped his fingers. Ryou instantly dropped from the ceiling, his eyes were wide and he wanted to scream even though he was gagged. Bakura was quick and easily caught his Hikari in mid-air. Mariku dropped down from the ceiling and landed on the large, soft bed. He was laughing in enjoyment. Bakura set Ryou aside, against the wall.

Mariku rose from his bed slowly and approached Bakura who had his fists up and was ready to rumble. The sandy-blond took the robber by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into the beginning of a passionate kiss. Bakura quickly pushed himaway. He was absolutely disgusted.

"I don't exactly understand it myself, but I need you to understand," he whispered softly. Bakura looked back at his Hikari and then turned a glare in Mariku's direction. "What the hell will make you leave us alone? Sex? Is that what you want?"

"I don't just want a one-night stand. I want the real thing. I just want you," he replied calmly.

Bakura was growing weary of fighting with him. He padded over to the bed and fell back onto the ruffled sheets. Mariku followed him and leaned over him. His purple pools met that of the dark chocolate. Bakura rolled his eyes before quickly seizing Mariku's lips in a rough, but wonderful kiss, then he flipped him over so that Mariku was laying on the warm bedsheets. There lips were still pressed to eachothers. Bakura slowly pulled away. "First, send my Hikari home…"he said in a deep and quiet voice. "No," Mariku whispered and attempted to regain the other's lips. Bakura leaned up and sat back on the bed.

"Well then…nevermind," he crossed his arms and shrugged. Mariku shot up quickly and looked at him unkindly. "What do you mean 'never mind'!?" he hissed at Bakura. "Well, if you don't send my Hikari home, you won't get much attention from me," he said almost truthfully. Mariku glanced over at the fragile male and snapped his fingers sending him to another room in the mansion.

Bakura sighed and looked up at Mariku. "We both know you didn't just send him home just like that," Bakura said in a hot and tempting voice. Mariku rolled his purple orbs and snapped his fingers for a second time sending the Hikari home.

"What do I get from you then?" Mariku smirked. Bakura had a thoughtful look. Mariku layed back on the bed to wait for him. The tomb robber slowly leaned over him again, regretting everything he was about to do. Their lips met again. Bakura's lips were surprisingly soft to the touch. Mariku flipped Bakura onto his back and began unbuttoning the other's shirt while kissing his neck with deep passion behind it. Bakura did nothing to stop him even though he didn't want to go through with this.

"You could at least enjoy this…" Mariku whispered in Bakura's ear as he continued to suck on his neck. "I'm letting you fuck me…isn't that enough?"

Mariku stopped all together. "Damn it…" he quietly cursed before getting up off of Bakura.