Updating again because I want to try to get at least two chapters done in a week, that is my goal. I'm getting really close writer's block though. In a few more chapters, I will be asking for suggestions on how to end this fic.

WARNING: Contains some violence, kissing, touching.

Disclaimer: (yawns) I do not own Yugioh. If I Bakura, Mariku, Malik and Ryou would have bigger roles in the show. I really think they gypped Bakura in the egyptian arc. In the manga he was more focused on.

Chapter 8

Confession

"That's a great idea. At 7 pm? I would love to see Yugi again. Its been a long time and a reunion on the Battle Ship would be like when we were having a get together." Ryou took several licks of his cream cone.

"Then it is settled. I will tell our yamis to take us there." Malik ignored the fact of how Ryou was even familiar with the Battle Ship after being under his yami's control the whole time.

"There is a problem with that. They hate the Pharaoh, remember?" Ryou frowned, sighing loudly as he played with his fingers on the table.

"They don't have to stick around." Malik nodded, but then grinned as he leaned over the table and kissed Ryou with his messy tongue as Ryou giggled.

Malik and were enjoying ice creams and eachother's company as the waiter was rolling his eyes and tapping his fingers on the counter and looking at his watch. It was past closing time and these two teens were still wasting his time. He wanted to go home.

"Hey kids, it's past closing time. Pack up and go." He abruptly shoved them out the door.

Ryou was surprised that someone so heartless would throw them out into the rain like that, but Malik was about to show this tough brute who he was dealing with. He began to roll up his sleeves and go back to kick the guy's butt, but Ryou quickly put a hand on the other hikari's shoulder to try to get him to forget about it. Malik rolled his eyes, but took out the Millenium Rod that made the man give them their money back as he was controlled and couldn't do anything against his will.

"Thank you." Malik gladly accepted the money and gave Ryou back his money as well.

Ryou was appalled that Malik would revert to controlling people like they were his puppet like he did three years ago. He thought the egyptian boy had changed, but then he guessed that Malik must have been pushed around his whole life and that he wouldn't let others get away with it.

"Malik, that was unnecessary." Ryou narrowed his eyes and little perturbed that his boyfriend would do that to someone. They walked down the street.

"He had it coming, Ryou. I don't let peopole take advantage of me like you do. No offense." Malik confessed. "I see my lazy yami wants us to get wet, so we can't rely on them to take over our bodies. We're going to my house. You live further away from me," the blonde hikari changed the subject.

"I can't do that. Bakura would be angry with me." Ryou stopped refusing to get out the images of what torture Bakura had planned for him.

"Ryou, who cares what Bakura thinks? He is only a spirit, nothing more. It was Malik's turn to stop stone cold in the middle of the road as he kissed him on the cheek.

Ryou blushed a little as he looked at the other boy skeptically. Yes, it was true, his darker half was only a spirit, but the stpirit could still cause him pain because he could always make a temporary body for himself. Or worse, use Ryou's body as a target to get cut up.

"Speaking of Bakura, it was really hurtful of what you said about him." Ryou argued as the both of them entered Malik's house unaware of the spirit's of their yami's were on the couch.

"Ryou, your yami has no feelings and neither does mine. They are only shadows that are obligated to look out for us. That's all they will ever be." Malik's voice echoed from the room until he gasped when he saw his yami glaring at him on the couch.

Ryou cocked an eye brow. "What's wrong with you?"

Malik gulped and turned a little pale. "My yami is on the couch and he is pissed."

Ryou looked behind him and only saw his yami who was sprawle dout and was laying his head on Mariku's chest, and glaring daggers at him. "I don't see Mariku at all. Malik, I think you are losing it. I only see Bakura and it seems like he got hurt." Ryou blinked again.

"I'm telling you, he is there. What? If you can't see my yami then that must mean he is in spirit form." Malik looked at the couch noticing his yami smirking evily and put his hand across his throat.

"Spirit form?" Ryou said dumbfoundedly.

"It means he can make himself appear when he feels like it." Malik explained, taking off his rare card hunter cloak and plaing it on the washing machine.

Yami Bakura groaned as he hugged his whole body to Yami Malik digging his head deeper into the yami's cloak as to cover his sensitive ears. His nails sinking into the leather couch. The other spirit gazed at him oddly, but let him do so as he began massaging his back. His eyes starring at the two hikaris malicely.

"Well, your yami is weird. A long time ago, he may have been human, but he may not have emotions, but mine does."

Yami Malik growled not liking the disrespect the hikari was showing towards him that he let his voice be heard.

"Shut up you little worm! If I have no feelings, I wouldn't be able to show fear or anger." Marku angrily stated.

"All you know are the negative things in life. A plague of evil that manifested itself in my friend's mind. You don't know happiness without the signs of pain." Ryou spoke to the shadow that he could not see.

"The world is full of negative life forces, but being part of Malik is not my true origin." Mariku spoke in a dark tone that even Ryou was quivering when he couldn't find where the voice in the room was coming from.

"You're not?" Came the voice of the terrified hikari.

"Don't be so drastic to think that things you see are as you expect them to be." Yami Malik then stood behind Bakura's lighter half as he materialized so that he could see him. "I didn't know you had any spunk, kid."

"Yami, you harm him and I will…." Malik began, but then with a flick of Mariku's fingers, he was pushed to the ground.

During the confrontation, Yami Bakura decided to leave and he told Ryou in his mind link that he wanted to be alone. Ryou nodded and stepped back as Malik's darker sould came closer. The platinum shadow yami already felt that Bakura's presence had left the room and knew that the hikari of Bakura would know where he went. The yami hated being interrupted the other yami was about to give in to him, but now that Ryou and Malik had interveined, his plan back-fired.

"Shut up, fuck toy. Because of you, I have to go find Akura." Mariku snarled at Malik and then smiled dangerously at Ryou who backed up agains the other hikari who stood up.

"Mariku, leave my lover alone." Malik sighed as he saw his yami venture closer to them not at all listening to him. So malik thought of an idea to distract his darker half. "The pharaoh wants us to join him on Kaiba's blimp and that was why I came over here looking for you both." Malik looked ito his yami's eyes.

"Why am I not surprised?" Mariku then draws his attention to Ryou, lifting his chin. "It seems to me that Akura has taught you to stand up for yourself. Do you know where he went by any chance?" Yami Malik faked his smile.

"No, I don't." Ryou shook his head, feeling his yami's emotions of fear though he was lying through his teeth.

Mariku frowned at the reply he got. He could tell when someone lied to him and thought of a way to persuade Ryou to talk.

"Not very wise. Guess I will have to force you to talk." Mariku bent down to the white haired hikari's level, his face dangerously close to his.

Ryou gasped which Mariku took the opportunity to push his tongue in the boy's mouth; so deep that Ryou started to choke and gag.

"Stop it!" Malik tried to intervein, but his yami shoved his face into the rug on the ground with his left foot.

Yami Malik's eyes gave an errie look to him as he pulled his tongue out of Ryou's mouth as he felt that the teen was faint.

Ryou at that moment thought he was dying as he remembered vaguely that it was Mariku's tongue twisting and blocking his wind pipe, causing him to have loss of air and had made it harder to breathe. It was a very vilent kiss that could have ended his life. The boy's face was somewhat pale and stricken with utter fear and his body was shaking repulsively and he knew that if he didn't the psycho yami where his spirit half had gone off to then next time coule be his last.

"You nearly killed me." Ryou finally gained breath not realizing that Mariku was smirking brightly of what he almost did and was becoming more impatient.

"I am sick of your games. TELL ME, WHERE IS THE SPIRIT OF THE RING?" Mariku's expression was more like a ticked off demon that was on the verge of killing someone as he grabbed Ryou's wrist, squeezing them tightly, his other hand squashing the hikari's face together. He almost put out of portion.

"He...is…not…here." Ryou tried to talk as Mariku rolled his eyes and took his hand away from the silver boy's face.

"Yami, can I ask you a question?" Malik replied in a muffled tone.

"After I find out my information," Mariku growled punding Malik harder into the rug.

"He went back to the……" Ryou screamed out feeling his circulation failing and his wrists changing colors as Mariku dug into them, "blimb," Ryou managed to get out fearing the worst as he knew his yami told him not to tell Mariku where he went.

"It's about time you answered." Mariku released Ryou's wrist and licked his fingers. "Bakura's blood is sweeter."

Mariku pulled his foot out from under Malik who caught his breath shortly after just being punded into a pancake. "What do you want to ask me, hikari?"

"You like Yami Bakura, don't you?" Malik crossed his arms noticing the silent treatment of his yami who glared at him and turned his back away from him as the silence drifted on for a few minutes.

There was still no answer as Mariku finally put a hand on Malik's shoulder as if caressing it and then he kissed the hikari on the lips and then slunked away.

All I am going to say is you better stay away from him, or else. I will BREAK YOUR BODY/

Mariku replied through the mind link.

Malik cringed through the mind link nodding telepathically as he heard the echos of his yami's laughter begin to drill in his ears.

"What did he say?" Ryou asked, moving his hair out his face and looked at the other hikari with confusion.

"Nothing. It doesn't matter." Malik smiled assurely. He then looked at his watch. "Oh my Ra, we had better get ready if we are going to meet Yugi."

(Battle Ship Blimp)

Mariku had made his way through Yugi's friends and ran up to the blimp that was just beginning to take off so he jumped on it after Yugi and his frineds, and Malik and Ryou had boarded. The spirit then made himself invincible once again in order to not be stopped by the others. He ambled calmly right past them down toward the corridors of the other rooms. He cursed to himself seeing so many rooms and he vaguely tried to remember which one the spirit of the ring occupied when the blimp was next to the last stage of Battle City and the finals.

A door opened, and Mariku glanced in that direction to only be disappointed that the stranger was only Rishid, the man who he hated with a passion. The tall egyptian that looked more like stone cold indian walked off quickly up to the deck of the blimp and seemed as if he felt someone watching him.

Mariku hesitated as he reminded himself to kill Rishid later, as he explored the many variety of rooms filled with various things such as make-up, perfume, entertanment center, cd player, radio player, backpacks, books, etc. Coughing to himself, he entered another room which was more to his liking as he observed in awe with the assortment of weapons hanging on the walls. He heard a ticker in the kitchen and went off to investigate, but then he heard rapid foot steps and the yami groaned and growled to himself as he hid in the most unlikely place; a bathroom shower.

A door was forceably kicked open and then slammed tightly as it was almost run off its hinges. The person seemed to be in a bad mood and Mariku knew by hearing the native tongue that he was egyptian. Take a closer look as he peeked around the corner he saw a glint of wild white hair and knew that he had found Yami Bakura. The thief spirit stormed into the bathroom and opened the shoer without even glancing at Mariku and switched on the faucet on then slammed the door and entered another room packing back and forth.

"Damn, this sucks. I can't believe that happened. I let myself be controlled once again." Yami Bakura growled and threw himself on his bed starring at the ceiling and grumbling to himself.

The ticker for the oven rang and he raised his head, walked over to the oven and pulled out his steak and set the dish on the bed and started pecking at it; only taking a few ravenous bites instead of devouring or eating it like an animal, like he usually did when eating.

Mariku shook his dripping head and drenched clothes hugging tightly to his body as he growled quietly and was about to get out of the shower when Yami Bakura decided he didn't have much of an appetite and came back into the bathroom.

"Shit." The egyptian cried out backing himself against the farthest marle wall and turned his head knowing the other yami was stripping and opened the steamy shower door, slamming it then began washing himself, using a wash cloth, puff and brush. His eyes closed.

As much as Mariku loved showers, this one was beginning to feel like a savanna and making him sweat all over. He removed his shirt letting it fall on the shower floor and his cape wadded up with his shirt. He refused to remove any more layers because he did not trust himself. The tan skinned spirit had to look away or move away from the wall once in a while because the tomb robber would would always open his eyes and he did not want him to see him, though Marik umade sure he was glancing at his back or chest and not any lower or else his hormones would take over.

The sprinkling of the shoer felt good to the tomb robber's muscles as he finished bathing himself and shampooing and conditioning his hair. He then turned the water really cold as he reached for a knife and with his slippery hands grasped it and began to cut himself, letting the blood slide down him as he felt at peace for the moment. With his eyes still closed he turned around and slashed at the air smiling evily but then he forced his eyes open as he frowned when he felt no presence. Sighing he pulled a towel that was against the glass and wrapped it around his body the waist down and stepped out of his shower letting the water flatted his drenched hair until he reached for a towel, drying off before shaking his head vigorously to get the excess out of it. Then entered his bedroom.

Mariku snuck out of the shower, wringing his shirt and cape out, and poked his head out observing Bakura playing with his dagger and millenium ring. The expression the thief's face was sorrow and depression.

"Stop hiding, Mariku. I know you are here. You can't FOOL A TOMB ROBBER AS CLEVER AS I!" Yami Bakura shouted toward the bathroom narrowing his eyes when he saw Malik walk towards him.

"How long did it take for you to know I was there?" Mariku asked sitting on the bed next to the other spirit.

"Since I felt a presence when I was in the shower, pervert." Bakura reeled his fist and punched him in the face. He spat keeping his legs together, not trusting if the psychotic yam iwould try to look under the towel.

"I didn't do it on purpose." Mariku hissed as he rubbed his bruised cheek, "You startled me and I wanted to talk to you, but then you stormed in and I didn't want to start a fight with you. I had no other option."

"I don't believe you. Then again you weren't born form this world. So, I guess you can't help yourself, isn't that right? The great Yami Malik is afraid of me?" Bakura smirked, laughing in a mocking tone as for once he was not thinking when he rolled around the bed almost falling off it.

Mariku glared at Bakura who seemed to be getting arrogant and wondered if he did know about his secret even though he was suppose to be hurt. The other yami could take pain pretty well. However, the smug yami smirked back as seeing the yami was giving him a show.

"No, I'm not. It's the other way around." Mariku snickered pointing down where Yami Bakura covered himself with the towel and turned his head deeply embarrassed.

How embarrassing. I nearly exposed my body to him. What am I going to do next, dance around naked? Wait he was in the shower when I was so he must have seen everything. No, I will not let him get to me. I guess it was better him than Malik. What am I saying? I don't think like that.

"Its natural for you weak mortals to make mistakes. If you would like to know the truth I did not see all of you. Remember the game we played? We aren't done yet."

"Yes, we are. You have already nearly raped me so get out of here. You have ruined my life." Yami Bakura was getting annoyed.

"No, Akura, I don't think you understand the point. You lost so therefore you are mine to do whatever I wish to."

"I don't think so." Bakura replied hotly.

"You have no choice. Instead of killing you, I want something else from you. I have waited too long for this moment. I can sense it." Mariku was beginning to freak him out.

"Where did you really come from?" Yami Bakura narrowed his eyes gasping in surprise as he felt Mariku rubbing against him.

"You really wish to know? Fine, you are the only one who I will ever tell. I was originated from the Shadows. I am a shadow born spirit. I am the darkness and I wanted out. I had a past like you, but I sold some of my soul into the millenium rod when you died. Later, while being consumed in the shadows, the millenium rod found me and then I found a body. I gained power through stealing souls of cirgins which I feel are to my calibur. Some call me a vampire because I thrive for blood and hate the light, but I am the true darkness." Mariku replied darkly, his eyes staring blindlessly through Bakura's as if almost in a hypnotic spell.

"You think that I am a virgin? Idiot, I have had sex with you and…"

"It means nothing. You have never let yourself be taken. How long do you think people are going to buy the fact that they think you are not a virgin for? Eventually someone will find out. You can save yourself until it is too late because once they found out that you lost their virginity. You will be dropped." Mariku sneered knocking Bakura on his back as he crawled on top of him placing each leg by his thighs.

Yami Bakura was at a loss for words when Yami Malik made himself comfortable curling his body like an anaconda in heat. The yami could feel the closeness of the other spirit's toughing his own. He struggled, but found it futile as Yami Malik wrapped his arms around his neck, smiling up at him as he placed his headon the tomb robber's chest.

"Mariku, what the hell are you doing?" Bakura tried to pushe Mariku off him.

"You entice me, thief….I never admitted it to anyone…." Mariku turned his head. "I know it is wrong, but I can't help the way I feel towards you. Even before the game."

"I wish to stay single. Besides, why would you like me if you already have someone to screw around with of your own?" The thief smuggly replied sardonically as he noticed the slight hurt in the other's eyes.

To him it was just a game since Yami Malik todl him they had not finished the game yet. He didn't know that the other spirit was being truthful for once.

"You relate more to me and can take pain more than anyone. Malik is not my type. It is just comfort to him and I could pull my frustratio on. You may not know, but he is really weak deep inside his soul. You are different and my be alone for the rest of your after life." Mariku licked Bakura's lips.

Subconsciously, the yami opened his mouth letting the other explore it. As Bakura, for the first time, started to explore Mariku's mouth, moaning as well. His body was craving something, but he was too ignorant to listen to it. At that instant the blonde yami began to feel the robber with his hands; feeling, touching anywhere that he could. The lust that he felt was driving him, but he resisted promising himself not to unless the other wanted it.

"That's enough. I don't like this game. Give me the real raesone why you came to see me." Bakura pulled away after a few minutes when he needed air and roled his eyes managing to lift Mariku off him.

"I already told you, however, if you didin't like what I was doing, why did you let me continue? Why did you stay?" Mariku demanded, voice laceing with venom.

"I….because my body betrayed me." Bakura shook his head bending it down as anger radiated from his body. "You are trying to fuck me…." The raider began to feel salty liquid running down his face.

"To me, youwere acting like you enjoyed it. No, I am not going to rape you. Learn to trust me for once. I did save your life, don't you ever stop to think of why I did? Idiot, you are changing me…" Mariku held his hand to his face fearing he might break down.

"I didn't enjoy…pain…I was bleeding…" Bakura gripped his fist trying not to show his emotions, but he couldn't help it.

"You deserve it. As for pain, you savor it or else you would never cut yourself. You are not happy with yourself and that is why you do it. It makes you feel alive. Face it, you are a glutton for punishment. A masochist, a sadist, someone who longs to have others suffer but suffer himself." Mariku snarled, walking out on the broken down yami.

I don't' deserve happiness, that bastard. I don't' care what happens to him. He is better off dead. Why did I fall for him anyway? Is it because he is beautiful and sexy and…Ahh! These emotions are cramping style. I must kill him, then they will go away.

Mariku thought though that dep down inside his dark heart he was having second thoughts.

Done with chapter 8. Please review.