I Cry Tears of Blood

Chapter 12: A New Twist To Spin The Bottle

"Everyone suspects you ..." Bakura said as he ran his fingers through Marik's hair, as they lied on the bed together; Marik lying on Bakura.

"Do you ...?" Marik asked absentmindedly, closing his eyes at Bakura's touch.

"No. Of course not ... but ... isn't there a possibility that ..."

Marik sat up, "Possibility that what! That I turn into a psycho whenever I get mad! Yes. There is that possibility. But you don't have to keep bringing it up, dammit!"

Bakura looked at him blankly, "Why Marik?"

"What do you mean WHY! If you think-"

"How did it begin ... tell me?"

Marik blinked, "I was too young ... to innocent ... I'd never felt that kind of pain before. Instead of just pain I felt ... I felt rage. Unconditional rage towards my father ... towards The Pharaoh ... towards anyone who didn't do anything to help me ... they let me down."

Marik looked at the floor, "I'm insane Bakura ... I have a split personality ... a psycho inside me ... it isn't pleasant ..."

Marik hugged his knees, "When people think of Marik Ishtar ... they think Malik, The Psycho. Spiky-haired me brandishing the Millennium Rod at everyone ..."

Bakura sat up and held Marik in his arms, "I don't. And neither does Ryou ..."

Marik looked up at Bakura with a smile, "Good .. I wouldn't be able to live if either of you did."

"When I think of Marik Ishtar, I think of a sexy, irresistible, naked beauty bent over a motorcycle-"

Marik blushed and slapped Bakura playfully, "Oh Bakura ..."

"So, what do you say ...?"

Marik cleared his throat, "I'm gonna go check on Ryou."

Bakura nodded, "Oh ... alright."

'Great! I scared him off ...'

Marik walked to Ryou's room and knocked, "Ryou ...?"

Marik turned the knob and walked into Ryou's spotless white room, "Ryou ...? Not here ..."

'But it's past school time ...'

Marik walked back to Bakura's room when another room at the end of the hall caught his eye. He walked to it and turned the knob. Then the door swung open and Ryou pushed Marik away, quickly closing the door, "Hello Marik."

Marik frowned, "What's in there?"

He tried to push past Ryou but Ryou grabbed Marik's arms, "Please don't ..."

"What's in there?"

"My dad's stuff. That was his room ..."

Marik gasped, "I'm sorry ... I bet it's a very special place for you ..."

Ryou nodded, "And I don't want anyone else in there ..."

"Got it."

Ryou smiled at Marik, "You were looking for me?"

"Um yeah ... wondering where you were ..."

Ryou nodded, "So ... what should we do ...?"

"Let's play Strip-Spin the Bottle," said Bakura, suddenly appearing at the doorway.

Marik grinned, "Yeah! C'mon Ryou!"

"I ... I don't think ..."

"Please! For me Ryou ...?" Marik did puppy eyes and Ryou couldn't resist.

"Oh fine!"

"Yay!"

A few minutes later, Ryou down to his pants, spun. It pointed at Bakura who growled.

"That is cheating! You have both been attacking me! Purposely making the bottle point at me!"

Marik giggled, "What're you complaining about! You've got on more layers of clothes than me and Ryou put together when we began the game!"

Bakura grinned as he took off his second sweater, "Yeah well, before asking you I dressed for the occasion. And you should talk, Marik! The bottle hasn't pointed to you at all!"

Bakura spun hard and the bottle flung itself directly at Marik, "HAH! Finally!"

Marik rolled his eyes and took off his black sleeveless top, "There."

The sandy-haired boy spun and pointed to Bakura, who grumbled, "This is going to be a long night ..."

A few minutes later.

Marik was down to his pants.

Ryou was down to his boxers.

Bakura was down to a long t-shirt. Nothing else.

Marik looked at the two droolicious boys in front of him, "This is it. Final round. All or nothing. Probably nothing by the time we're done."

"Just go!" Bakura growled at him.

Marik looked at him reproachfully, "Don't yell at me ... just because ... "

Marik suddenly stared at Bakura's crotch, "Ooh!"

Bakura quickly pulled his t-shirt down even more, "Just go."

Marik spun and pointed at Ryou, who turned red.

Marik bit his lip to stop from laughing as Ryou stared hard at the bottle, willing it to move? Marik didn't know.

"Ryou ... it's pointing at you."

Ryou quickly , blushing a fierce red, removed his boxers. Marik gasped when he saw Ryou.

He had briefs under.

"RYOU! You cheater! That's why you went to the bathroom!"

Ryou grinned, "You got me!"

He spun the bottle which landed pointing at Marik.

Marik groaned, "Please no!"

Bakura rolled his eyes, "It's you pants! What's the big deal!"

"No, please no ... please ... can I get out of this ... can we not play anymore!"

Ryou frowned, "You made me take off my boxers! Now you take off your pants!"

Bakura grinned, "Yeah! Oh I get it ... I know why you don't want to show us your underwear."

Marik's eyes widened, "What-"

"It's either a thong or Barbie boxers."

Ryou burst out laughing while Marik fumed red-faced.

"That's NOT why! I just don't want to take my pants off!"

Bakura suddenly started laughing. Ryou and Marik stared at him while Bakura laughed his head off.

"You ... you ... you go commando, don't you!"

Ryou gasped and looked back at Marik who was red again, staring at the floor.

"Marik? Is that true? You've got nothing under?"

Slowly, Marik nodded.

Ryou too giggled, "Wow! Let's see then!"

Marik put his face in his hands, "Damn you both."

He stood up and unbuttoned his pants. Bakura stopped laughing and watched, interested. Ryou too watched

Marik intently.

With a sigh Marik unzipped and let his pants fall to the floor. Both boys gasped and stared.

Marik sat back down and pulled his knees up to his chest, hiding everything important from view. Blushing, he spun, landing on Ryou.

"Take it off, take it off! Take it all off!" chanted Marik and Bakura.

Ryou took his briefs off quickly. The other two whistled as Ryou sunk to his knees, red faced, hands covering his crotch.

Marik looked at Bakura naughtily, "Your turn."

"No. I win. I get to keep my shirt on."

Marik frowned, "No! Get naked!"

"No!"

"Yes! What're you afraid of!"

"I'm not afraid!"

Marik lunged at Bakura who gave a strangled sort of cry as they fell backwards, "Take it OFF!"

Marik struggled with Bakura's shirt, pulling it up. Bakura tried to pull it back down. Marik pulled up. Bakura pulled down. With a finally jerk, Marik pulled the shirt off him.

Both boys lay panting on the floor, Marik on top of Bakura, straddling his waist.

Bakura looked don at Marik, whose head lay on his chest, "This is better than being bent over a motorcycle ... don't you agree?"

"Bakura!"

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