By: Marik chan
Type:Romance/Drama
Pairings: Not telling! (Smile)
Rated: R for lemons and language
Summary: The fight between 2 bands for fame and fortune and forbidden love. But is fame really worth everything in the end?
Disclaimer: Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or Special Needs from Placebo or Slipknot Opium of the people or Jimmy eat world "Cautioners
Note:This story is a Yaoi! That means a male/male relationship! You don't like it then don't read! Flames are not allowed! Suggestions are welcome!
These things here ,Muhahaha , indicate thoughts. "Muahaha" Speaking. There are no mindlinks in this story sorry! Xxxxxxxxx a bunch of these little x'S means a change in scenery!
Ok people first things first... as all of you may have noticed I changed my name! Lol. To Lord Draco Malfoy Muhahaha! Yeah its not the best change ever i just found a soft spot for the slytherin. Anyway... its not going to effect my writing or any of my stories and i still love you all! lol. Im still going to continue with everything! So... please read and review!
Chapter 10 Dream and Reality Colide
Bakura looked at his pretty in complete shock as the knife fell out of his hand and landed with a loud KLANG to the floor.
The blood slowly and softly dripped from his wrist.
Marik looked up at the teen still standing in front of the door and staring at him with wide eyes. His piercing disappearing in his bangs as he raised hiy eyebrows.
The lucky thing was, through the scareMarik didn't cut himself too deep and wrong. Instead of vertical he cut himselfhorizontel.
Bakura finally recovering from the shock walked over to the bleeding teen. "No… please don't hurt me…!" Marik wailed shielding his face afraid that Bakura was now going to hit him. Hell there was a dagger laying on the floor he could kill him if he wanted to. Bakura frowned standing in front of Marik and grabbing his wrist. He looked at it turning it slightly as he let it go and tore a strip from his shirt. "What are you," Marik started to ask but stopped when Bakura took his wrist and bandaged it with the material from his shirt. He then looked up into his prettys face and smiled. Marik blushed and was shocked at the same time. "You shouldn't play with knives, pretty." He said while cupping Mariks cheek and leaning forward.
Marik weakend at the touch. His hands were so warm and tender cradeling his cheek. He slowly let his eye lids sag down as he leaned into Bakura. This was a dream! This had to be another dream! Bakura called him pretty and was now leaning in to steal a kiss from him…
Just as their lips were about to touch the door swung open. "MARIK!" Mokuba called. Bakura pulled back but still cupping Mariks cheek.
"What are you doing with him! Let him go!" Yami Marik barged over to them and pulled Bakura fiercly from Marik throwing him against the bathroom wall.
"Hey! Yami Marik,look at this!" Mokuba picked up the knife holding it in the air.
"You Bastard! If you ever get near him again ill personally tear you to pieces!" Yami Marik shouted before pulling his hikari out of the bathroom with Mokuba.
"But you guys," Marik broke off remembering that he couldn't tell them his feelings for Bakura.
As Mokuba and Yami Marik ranted about Bakura Mariks thoughts were somewhere else. Bakura had called him pretty, tended to his wounds and was about to kiss him… suddenly everything looked different. Did Bakura share feelings for him too?
"MARIK!"
"Hm…yeah what?" Marik looked up at his bandmates.
"They want more!" Yami Marik said pointing at the crowd.
"Oh…"
"Well I say we play one more song." Duke said looking at Marik.
Marik really didnt want to he wanted to go back to Bakura but that was impossible at the moment so he agreed.
"Well I suggest…" Duke started.
"Slipknot Opium of the people!" Mokuba said raising his hand high in the air.
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"Oh my god!" Marik sang with full force into the microphone making the hall boom and the fans cry with joy. Bakura was in the crowd again watching his pretty with a small smile. He was singing and this time truly from the heart without sending out a message. Meanwhile Bakura had solved it when he saw him in the bathroom. Still…now that Marik knew about his feelings for him how is he gonna react?
,Damn, He swore mentally.
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Marik was so happy that he didn't care about giving the crowd more. He could stand up on stage all night because he knew Bakura was watching him. Still he wasnt sure if this was his dream world or reality. Bakura had called him pretty and actually tried to kiss him! All his depressions were fading away and he never wanted to look at that dagger again!
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The crowd cheered and ranted. Most of the girls had signs with them. Little hearts with the names of the people they adored. ,Marik I love you,
,Mokuba take me,
,Marik my heart belongs to you…,
,Duke you make my heart skip a bit,
,YM, And so on.
"Tss…" Bakura sneered
,Nobodys getting my pretty but me,
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After one more song "At The End Of The Road" was really at the end. They bowed and goofed off a bit before exiting.
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"Yeah! We did it!" Mokuba said jumping on Mariks back. "WUHHUUUU!" They cheered and ranted behind stage.
"Come on guys lets party!" Yami Marik said.
"YEAH! BEER AND LADIES!" Mokuba grinned.
"You guys do that im going home…im femished." Marik smiled.
"Aww come on Marik…" The guys begged.
"Nah…ill meet you guys tomorrow allright?"
"Hmm ok…"
"PARTY! PARTY! PARTY!" He heard them shout as he left the building shaking his head.
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The cool night air hit his red face and he inhaled deeply enjoying it as it filled his tired lungs. He didn't want to party he wanted to walk home in silence to think things over.
As he walked down the sidewalk in the glow of the street lamps he didn't notice the black dodge viper pull up beside him. "Hey pretty." Bakura smiled out of the window at him. Marik blushed furiously as he smiled back. "Get in." He said nodding over at the passenger side.
He didn't hold back for one second he just got in. Bakura smiled before turning back to the road and driving off.
"I liked your concernt tonight pretty." Bakura said making Marik jump.
"R…really?"
"Mhm."
"Thanks…" Marik turned a dark scarlet color as he clenched his sweaty hands into fists, totally nervous. Bakura looked from the boys lap up to his scarlet face.
"Relax pretty I don't bite."
Marik clenched his hands even tighter together as Bakura found out he was nervous. "I…I…"
Bakura smiled turning on his stereo trying to relax the atmosphere.
Meanwhile Marik tried to loosen up as much as he could. Why was he so nervous? Isint this what he wanted? He looked over at Bakura from the corner of his eyes. He felt his face grow more hotter and turned his gaze back to the road.
Bakuras point of view
Why is he so nervouse? Im not going to hurt him. Although he does look really cute at the moment totally flushed. I guess he does have some feelings for me. Or am I imagining it?
He smiled again as he saw Marik begin to fidget a little.
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As Bakura stopped the car and got out to open the door for his pretty he didn't get out. "Pretty? Where here." Marik snapped out of his trance and looked around before he looked up at Bakura. The tiger eyed teen smiled and held out his hand. Marik took it and stepped slowly out of the car. Bakura closed the car door and led his pretty up the sidewalk towards his house.
As they reached a house Bakura took out his keys and unlocked the door pulling his pretty in behind him shutting the door and enclosing them in complete darkness.
"W…where are we?" Marik stammerd. Bakura smirked again before turning on his stereo Jimmy Eat World „Cautioners" and wrapping his arms around his prettys waist. Marik immidiatley blushed and looked down. Bakura put two fingers under Mariks chin and tilted his head up so he could look into the lavender pools. He looked up at the tiger eyed teen eyes wide, mouth slightly open and red tinted cheeks.
"In my house pretty." He said now leaning in closer to capture his lips not leaving his eyes. Marik felt the same feeling as before tingle through his body and the same warmth as his heart hammerd against his chest.
Finally Bakura closed the gap between them and kissed his long waiting pretty. It was exactly like he imagined. Soft, warm and moist lips the taste so sweet that he had to hold himself back from pouncing on the teen right away. Marik moaned slowly into the kiss as his dream became reality and his world combined with the real one. He slowly lifted his arms to wrap them around the tiger eyed teens neck and pushed his lips firmer onto his. Now it was Bakuras turn to moan as he pulled his pretty closer to him.
After a few more seconds both broke away. Not only was Marik red but so was Bakura. Bakura let the boy go slowly to turn on some light. Immidiatley Marik bagan to shiver missing the warmth realizing how cold it was. Bakura looked over to him "Are you cold pretty?" He asked.
"Mhm…" Marik said rubbing his hands over his bare arms.
„I've got a better idea!"He grinned beginning to start a fire in the fire place.
After a few moments time the fire began to crackle as it luminated the room. Bakura turned Cautioners back on and extended his hand out to Marik. "Come here pretty." He said smiling. Marik blushed while slowly walking over, his black sleevless trenchcoat swaying behind him.
He took Bakuras hand and yelped as Bakura immidiatley pulled him closer and put his hands on his waist. He looked deep into his prettys eyes as he swayed them slowly back and forth to the music in front of the warm fire. Marik looked into his tiger eyes and felt the redness creeping up in his face again. But he still wrapped his arms around the taller boy.
Bakura had to pull his pretty closer to him to feel his warmth. And so he did. He felt the boy let out another yelp and softly giggled.
"Relax…pretty" He mumbeld into his neck.
Marik clutched onto Bakuras shirt, eyes wide and red. ,Marik! Whats your problem! What are you doing, He asked himself. ,Why am I being such a dumbass! This is what I wanted and now that I got it im acting like a complete idiot, He tried building up his confidence.
As he found he had enough courage he held on to the teen tighter and layed his head on Bakuras shoulder enjoying it as Bakura gave him a soft squeeze. They danced together without saying a word until Bakura let go of him only holding his hands and pulling him towards the couch. Marik followed willingly as Bakura smiled again making him blush again.
Marik felt his back being pressed into the soft cusions as Bakura got over top of him.
"B…Bakura?"
"Hai?"
"Tell me…tell me that this is not a dream."
Bakura smiled stroking the younger ones cheek. "This is not a dream pretty."
Marik sighed happily smiling as he leaned his face more into Bakuras hand. "I love you pretty." It came out of Bakuras mouth dripping with his inner most feelings. Mariks eyes widend as he looked up at the almost silver haired boy.
"Hai, I love you to." Marik managed to say a sentence without studdering. Bakura kissed him deeply. Finally beeing able to hear those 3 words from Mariks mouth was a dream come true.
He pulled a lever on the side of the couch making the back go down so they had more space and straddeld his pretty. Marik looked up at him as the redness lit up his cheeks. Bakura smirked as he kissed his pretty and then moved up his neck to his ear. Marik moaned loudly as Bakura sleighed his ear with his tounge.
"Kura…"
Bakura moved down as his hands lifted up Mariks shirt. He kissed the teens chest lovingly making sure he didn't miss a spot as he held his prettys hands up over his head.
"Train a lot do you pretty?" He smirked looking at Mariks well built body. Marik blushed and looked away. Bakura cupped Mariks cheek and turned him back towards him to gaze deep into his lavender eyes. He kissed him again and suddenly stood up without warning making Marik whimper at the sudden lack of warmth. Bakura smiled at his achievment and went into the next room. Marik sat up and followed him with his eyes until he disappeared into the next room. ,What was he up to? Was he going to leave him alone now so he could sleep,
Bakura came out with a blanket and a first aid kit. Marik gasped as he noticed that Bakura had taken his shirt off. He gawked at the sight. Bakura didn't have a six pack like he had but he was well built all the same. The pale skin looking so delicious and welcoming.
"Your drooling pretty." Bakura chuckeld.
Immidiatley embarrased Marik closed his mouth and looked into the tiger like eyes again. Bakura was smirking as he sat down in front of the teen and took his wrist in his hands. "What are you," Marik started to ask as he wanted to pull his shirt back down.
"No! Leave it pretty. Its sexy." Bakura grinned looking at Mariks chest and stomach before turning back to his cut wrist and removing the bloody material.
He was gonna toss it aside when Marik stopped him "No, I want to keep it!" Marik said holding it close to him closing his eyes as he smiled.
"Allright." Bakura took out some anti enfection cream and carefully smeared it on his wrist. Marik was stunned at how careful he was. "Tell me if im hurting you ok pretty?" He asked in full concentration.
"Hai…" Marik nearly whisperd gaping again. Bakura took out some gauze and then wrapped his wrist in a bandage down to his hand. Bakura kissed his wrist and made his way up Mariks tanned arm taking off the golden braclets as he did so.
Bakura kept kissing the boys arm up to his shoulders and slowly creeping behind his pretty as he kissed and nipped slightly at his neck. "Kura…" The golden haired boy moaned as he felt Bakuras pale hands roam his stomach and chest. Marik let out a sharp gasp as he felt Bakura slowly undo his pants and explore another part of his body nobody ever before has.
He teased Marik by only stroking the sides of his inner thighs and around his true destination. Marik moaned and grumbeld as Bakura was so close but moved his fingers away again still nipping at his neck. Bakura smirked before finally giving his pretty what he wanted.
Marik moaned loudly as he leaned his head back. Bakura like a vampire bit down into Mariks neck sucking at the warm flesh beneath his lips.
"Kuurraaa…" Marik moaned as Bakura picked up his pace and nipped on another place on Mariks neck leaving dark red spots behind.
"I want you pretty…" He mumbeld.
"Then take me!" Marik replied.
Bakura came from behind Marik and sat on his lap and kissed him forcefully. Marik giving it back with just as much force.
Bakura pulled away nurturing Mariks fingers now with closed eyes as he took their clothes off Marik decided to pour some of his heart out.
"Ive loved you since the first time I saw you…"
"So did I pretty."
"I saw everyone of your concerts."
Bakura smirked looking up at his pretty. "I know. I saw everyone of yours as well."
"WHAT! How come I never, you…and…" Bakura smirked again putting a finger to Mariks lips and kissing him into silence.
"Aishiteru pretty…" Bakura mumbeld before putting Marik into his lap and slowly pushing inside of him. Marik hugged his love close to him shutting his eyes as the tears started to stream down his rosy cheeks. Bakura cuddeld his pretty close to him and stroked through his hair and over his back soothingly. "You're my pretty and youll always be my pretty." Bakura said sweetly into his ear while he slowly moved inside of him. "Hai…ill always be yours." Marik said digging his fingers into Bakuras back as he started to relax. "And ill always be your Kura no matter what happens."
The fire crackeld as they loved each other in its warmth.
,My Kura…,