The drive home was maddening. Bakura could feel the seconds creeping over him. The minutes doubling on him. Why the fuck had he agreed to be a fucking gentleman. He wanted to shove one to their knees and throw the other onto a table to satisfy his lust. Instead, here he was with a flaccid cock and enough thoughts to make it excruciatingly hard again.
Marik glanced over at him as he swore violently at the red light and slammed his fists against the steering wheel. He was equally as frustrated but had a slightly better control of his urges. He unfastened his seat belt and scooted over as much as his could. Having done this probably one too many times, he was quick with their buttons and zippers.
Bakura swore again, this time for an entirely different reason. One hand gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. The other taking a fist full of Marik's hair.
By the time they made it home Bakura was dragging Marik out of the car. He wasn't bothering with buttons or zippers, he wouldn't have been able to even if he wanted. He was far to hard and horny at this point. He pushed Marik against the car and ground against him as he kissed him fiercely.
Marik would have to thank Bakura later for parking around back. There was no way they were going to make it up the stairs to their flat above the bar. He kissed back just as passionately. Nipping his tongue and lips, he reached his arms around Bakura's neck as he kicked off his shoes and pants. He grabbed his ass and forced him to press him impossibly close against the car. "I hope you've got lube in that back pocket of yours," he said breathlessly.
"Always," Bakura gave a devilish smirk as he helped Marik to straddle him. "Just remember you won't be able to scream like a bitch in heat." It was the last thing he said before licking and sucking along his neck and collarbone. He placed his hands on the roof of the car to brace himself.
Marik's eyes rolled into the back of his head. He bit down on his bottom lip to keep from making any noise. How the fuck did they always get themselves into these situations? They weren't into exhibitionism, he'd swear on it.
"I need a fucking cigarette," Marik said as he threw open the door to their flat. He carelessly tossed his pants and shoes in the corner. He could sort it out later.
Bakura though more dressed, was a disheveled mess. He kicked the door closed and reached into his back pocket. He pulled out a pack of flattened cigarettes. "Here," he handed them to Marik. "You threw the lighter over the fence when you realized it wasn't the lube."
Marik rolled his eyes, "Just fucking great. That was our last one." He was angry at himself but it seemed like he was angry in general. He turned on the stove and leaned on the fridge. He crossed his arms moodily.
"Apparently I didn't fuck you hard enough." Bakura grinned and approached Marik like prey. He almost had him pinned when Marik ducked under him and slid over to the stove.
Marik lit his cigarette and turned off the stove. "If I don't finish this you're going to regret it." He narrowed his eyes. "Besides we need a shower, You're running down my leg and I can only imagine what's on your cock."
"You're what's on my cock," he replied nonchalantly. "I can fuck you in the shower," he suggested.
"You're insatiable."
"I'm not the only one." He took Marik's cigarette, and took a drag from it. "So, about Yuugi." He really didn't want the sex. He was fairly satisfied at the moment. Although, fifteen minutes from now that could change.
Marik ignored him and walked off toward the bathroom. "I'm taking a shower," hoping to get his point across, he enunciated the last word.
Bakura finished the cigarette and followed after him. He made a mental note that they should have a condom or two handy. Then he remembered why they didn't- they were generally so impatient that they tore them easily.
"Do you think Yugi is infatuated with us or seeking protection." Marik asked as he wrapped a towel around his waist. He learned forward to towel dry his hair. He felt a hell of a lot better now that he was clean.
"It's not protection." He wrapped a towel around his waist and sat on the edge of the tub. Water dipped down his back. His hair could air dry for all he cared. "He's not scared, and I'd wager he loves doing what ever it is that he's involved in."
Marik frowned, "I like him, but I'm not to keen on Kaiba."
"I think part of him wants away from it. If he didn't he wouldn't of been looking; accidental or otherwise." Bakura leaned forward and rested his arms on his legs.
"Is he capable of love?"
"Didn't people question us?" Bakura looked into the mirror and caught his eye. "We may not spout I love you fucking left and right or show up with fucking flowers and candy weekly but when it comes down to it we have the important shit down. We know the good and the bad, and we're still fucking here fifteen years later. You ain't cheated and neither have I."
"I'd torture you if you cheated," he gave a wicked grin, "and have fun doing it."
"I can assure you the sentiment is mutual." Bakura stood up and stretched. "Everyone's capable of love; that's what I'm getting at. We've just got to crack a nut to fix it. I'm certain Kaiba hurt him, broke him. I just don't know the how or the why."
"Kaiba is nothing like us. He doesn't need a why. He's all about power and personal gain." Marik always hated how everyone associated them with Kaiba. They were one big happy fucking group of villains. It was sickening; and wasn't like that, not all. There was purpose, a rhyme and reason to their 'madness'.
"I suppose you've got a point."
"Another thing I want to know is why Yami didn't put a stop to it unless-" he stoped drying his hair and stood up straight. He caught Bakura's eye again. "There's just no fucking way- not Mr. Modern Day Self Righteous."
"That sick fucking bastard." Bakura clenched his fists.
"Let's get the puzzle pieces before we go off half cocked. If I'm getting arrested I want just cause or what ever they say in those murder dramas." Marik left the bathroom.
Bakura took several deep breaths.
"Do like me and put the 'protect the innocent' on the back burner. For now, let's watch a movie before bed." Marik kissed his chest and rested his head on his shoulder.
Bakura ran his hands through Marik's hair. It had an odd calming affect on him. "Okay."