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Nefertari, still sleeping, was bundled into a soft woven wrap on Ishizu's back, and she and Rishid said their goodbyes for the night. Bakura grudgingly let Ishizu kiss his cheek again, but he was a little more responsive to Rishid's handshake. The minute they were gone, he rounded on Marik, pointing towards their bedroom. "In there. Now."

Marik didn't need to be told twice. Laughing, he ran down the hallway, and just about managed to get through the bedroom door before Bakura grabbed him, slamming his back up against the wall and kicking the door shut behind them. Marik uttered a moan of delight against Bakura's lips, tangling his fingers in his lover's hair and allowing himself to be consumed by the sudden outburst of dominance. It made a surprisingly welcome change from their usual fits of passion, and he found himself willing, wanting to submit completely to Bakura, let him take the reins and do whatever he wanted.

Bakura pulled his mouth away from Marik's and glared up at him with a violent lust burning in his eyes. "Strip," he ordered.

Marik flashed him a sultry smile, before crossing his arms over at his waist, grasping the hem of the tight black t-shirt he wore, and dragging it slowly over his head. He shook his hair back from his face, and Bakura sat down on the bed, enjoying the show. Marik's fingers fluttered teasingly down his own stomach, coming to rest on his belt, then prying it open and unbuttoning his jeans. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," Bakura breathed, feeling his own jeans beginning to tighten considerably in the front.

"You're one to talk." Marik slid his jeans down over slim hips and stepped out of them, his boxers hitting the floor moments later. Bakura couldn't help but lick his lips appreciatively, his gaze raking over Marik's beautiful body. He didn't know what he'd done to deserve such majesty, but there was no way he was going to complain about it now. Beckoning with a finger, he bade Marik approach the bed.

A gloriously naked wonder of gold jewellery and bronzed skin, Marik straddled Bakura and wound his fingers back into his hair, bringing their faces close and brushing his lips just barely over Bakura's. "So..." he whispered, "your reward. I believe it's time you received it."

Bakura grinned at his lover eagerly. "I'm calling the shots on this whole thing, you do realise that, right?"

"Mm, habibi...hearing you so demanding is making me hot..."

"Answer me."

Marik moaned softly, a demure blush highlighting his cheeks. "Yes...you're in complete control."

"Then I want to fuck you."

Bakura's tone was firm, but not overly so. If Marik wanted to back out, he'd be fine with that. In the year they had been together, Bakura had always bottomed. They had never even discussed switching, but the thought had begun to play on Bakura's mind of late. It felt like they had done everything but that, and only now had he felt confident enough to broach the subject. Would Marik be uncomfortable? Would he be averse to being taken the way he took Bakura most nights?

But Marik just giggled shyly and nodded, pressing a brief kiss to Bakura's lips. "Anything, habibi. Anything you want. I'm all yours to command."

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck... Bakura's mind began racing at Marik's words, imagining all the lewd things he could say, knowing Marik would obey him. He felt like a child in a sweet shop as he forced himself to take a few deep breaths and calm down. "Undress me," he ordered.

Marik grabbed the open edges of Bakura's red plaid shirt, the one he loved, and tugged downwards, pulling it away from Bakura's arms. The white t-shirt under that was next to go, then Marik slid off Bakura's lap to kneel on the carpet as he rid him of his jeans and boxers. He allowed his hands to run up Bakura's smooth, pale thighs, but otherwise did nothing else, gazing up at his lover expectantly.

Bakura could feel the adrenaline pounding in his veins at the exhilaration of having Marik at his mercy. "On the bed, kneeling up, hands on the headboard."

Nodding, Marik eased himself back onto the bed and assumed his position. Bakura knelt behind him, smoothing his hands down Marik's arms and kissing the side of his neck. "I'm going to touch you, all over," he murmured against the shell of Marik's ear, feeling him shiver delightfully, "but tell me if you need me to stop, and I will. Understand?" Marik nodded again, and Bakura nibbled his earlobe playfully, pleased.

He could have just thrown Marik down and taken him roughly, the way Marik often took Bakura himself. He could have indulged himself by getting straight to where his cock wanted to bury itself, but no…having the opportunity to fully explore Marik's body in this way was the most exciting thing Bakura could imagine right now, and he intended to take his sweet fucking time with it.

His caressing started at Marik's hips, letting his thumbs just graze over the jutting bones as he leaned closer to Marik, scarred back to unmarked chest, lavishing his neck and shoulders with adoring kisses. Marik moaned in sheer bliss, breathing heavily. Bakura swept upwards, across the endless plains of Marik's rolling abdominal muscles and further up to stroke his chest and collarbone before dipping back down a little, teasing his nipples into stiff peaks. "Do you like this?" Bakura whispered.

"Oh, Kura," Marik moaned breathlessly, his brain too foggy with lust to form a decent answer.

Bakura relished the feel of Marik's skin under his wandering fingers. He left no area of his body untouched, from his face to his feet. Marik let out a particularly loud moan when Bakura carefully kneaded his knuckles into the arch of his foot, and he made a mental note to give Marik a proper massage at some near point in the future, if only to hear him moan like that again.

The kissing began next. Bakura started at Marik's neck and worked his way downwards, darting his tongue out every now and then to taste his lover's delectable skin. Marik's breathing grew heavier and heavier, and more than once he let go of the headboard in an attempt to slip a hand between his legs, but Bakura swatted his urge away and redoubled his efforts. Bakura's own erection ached with the need for stimulation, but he held back and continued to kiss and lick down Marik's back, writing his own hieratic between the valleys of scars that branded Marik's flesh.

Lower, lower…Bakura brushed his lips over the very base of Marik's spine…lower…

"Bakura - !" Marik panted, practically writhing under his touch. "Bakura, please…I can't take much – " A burst of wet, wriggling pleasure shot up from his balls to his shoulders, and he screamed, arching his back. "Oh, ohhh, fuck! Gods, yes!"

"Mm…yes…scream for me, Marik," Bakura purred, giving another slow lick to Marik's asshole and remembering how amazing the sensation had been for him, the first time he had been on the receiving end. Determined to make sure Marik felt the same ecstasy, he plunged his tongue in as deep as it would reach, and reached a hand between Marik's legs to grasp his cock, pumping slowly and drawing more loud cries of pleasure.

"Kura, please!" Marik begged, his throat hoarse from shouting. "Oh gods, more, please!"

With his free hand, Bakura fumbled underneath the cushions for a stray bottle of lube. On his command, Marik let go of the headboard and turned around to lie on his back. Bakura's face flushed to see the state of the blonde; sweat beaded his brow, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and he appeared almost delirious with desire. It was like nothing the former thief had ever seen before, and he loved it. Being pulled from shadows into this godforsaken world was so worth it to be able to experience Marik in such an exposed state.

Smirking down at his wanton lover, he coated his fingers with lube and brought them to Marik's asshole, circling slow and testing the waters. Marik's breath hitched and he drew his knees to his chest, giving Bakura more room to work with.

"Ready?" Bakura asked him. Marik nodded, and Bakura slid the first finger inside, easing it in and out carefully so as not to cause discomfort. Marik's brow furrowed as he adjusted to the sensation, but otherwise there was little reaction. It was clear he could take another straight away; Bakura added a second finger, and that was enough to make Marik exhale a deep sigh of pleasure. His eyes closed and he tilted his head back, humming in delight. "That okay?" Bakura asked.

"Yeah," Marik smiled. "Could you...add another?"

"Are you sure?"

"Kura..."

Bakura chuckled, and slid in a third finger. Marik's insides accepted his exploring digits like a familiar friend, and Bakura wondered whether Marik had done this to himself before. They had toys, but anything penetrative was solely used on Bakura in the bedroom. With a wry smirk, he imagined Marik checking to see if he was home alone before raiding their kink drawer for something to fuck himself with.

"What are you smirking about?" Marik demanded. His cheeks were bright red and his hair an untamed mess as he rocked his hips up and down, practically riding Bakura's fingers.

"Nothing," Bakura replied. Hooking his fingers, he pressed upwards as Marik brought his hips down, watching him writhe and moan in response. Oh yes, he'd definitely done this before. "You're such a fucking slut."

"You – mmm…you love it."

"I didn't deny it." Bakura slid his fingers out and slicked his cock with lubricant. "Um…so, how do you want this?"

Marik giggled, pushing a few stray strands of hair out of his eyes. "I don't know. What usually feels good for you?"

Bakura pondered a moment. Honestly, it feels best for me on all fours, or on my stomach, but somehow I don't think Marik would like that. And in any case, I want to see his face. Coming to his decision, he leaned over Marik's body, wrapped his fingers round his lover's ankles and pulled them upwards till his calves rested on Bakura's shoulders. The position near bent Marik in half, but he knew he could take it, and he saw no discomfort on his face. "I'm, uh…going to start now, okay?" Bakura said.

"Where has all your demanding gone, habibi?" Marik grinned, cocking an eyebrow.

"Shut up. God fucking forbid I check you're still okay with this."

"You shut up, and fuck me already." As if to urge him, Marik bucked upwards, signalling his desire.

There was no way Bakura could hold out a second more. His whole body screamed for release and his heart was racing at the knowledge of what was to come. Taking a deep breath, he pushed inside, slipping in easily. The sheer heat and overwhelming tightness threatened to completely consume Bakura's senses, and he had to pause to catch his breath, while Marik uttered a soft moan, grabbing at Bakura's biceps and digging his fingers in. "Holy fuck…" he gasped. "Gods, I knew you were big, but this makes you feel – oh, holy fuck, Bakura…"

"Dammit, Marik…you're so fucking tight!"

"Of course I am." Marik hitched his hips up and down slightly, trying to encourage Bakura to start moving. "Come on, habibi. I'm waiting."

"You're so bloody impatient." Bakura had calmed down a little now, and felt more in control now he had adjusted to the sensation of being inside Marik. The gentle rocking of Marik's hips felt incredible, and he couldn't help thinking how much better it was going to be once they really got started. Bakura dipped his head to kiss Marik's parted lips, and then started moving. Careful motions of his hips, in and out, using everything he knew from the countless times Marik had fucked him to Aaru and back. He truly had lost count; Marik had an insatiable sexual appetite, and it hadn't taken long for it to rub off on Bakura too. He swore he'd never need porn, ever, not when he was bound to such a sultry minx. Surely nothing could ever compare.

Bakura kept his thrusts paced and careful, knowing it was easy to stab too deep in this position, and he didn't want to cause Marik any pain. "Is this okay?" Bakura asked, trying to keep his voice level, but it was difficult with the fiery ecstasy coursing through his body, and Marik's nails dragging burning but pleasurable trails down his shoulders.

"Back is - ah! - a bit uncomfortable now..." Marik panted.

Bakura's movements stopped immediately. "Okay. Hang on a moment." He sat back, allowing Marik's legs to drop to the mattress, then pulled Marik up into his lap. "How's this?"

Marik squirmed, moaning already as he draped his arms round Bakura's shoulders. "Much better...ohhh...it feels so good like this..."

"Lean back a little," Bakura chuckled. "I think you may like it."

With a small frown, Marik did so, unwinding one of his arms and bracing himself with it on Bakura's knee. "I don't see how this is supposed to – "

Bakura snapped his hips up, just the once, and Marik's eyes went wide. "Holy fuck," he whispered.

"See?"

"Oh, shut up, you smug git."

"What was that?" Bakura bucked his hips again, and this time Marik groaned, throwing his head back. "Well, don't expect me to do all the work here, Marik."

"I hate you," Marik grumbled, but he was smiling faintly as he heeded Bakura and began to move, meeting Bakura's rocking with his own back-and-forth motions.

Their sarcastic banter softened, and devolved, and soon they clutched at each other, panting, moaning through fumbled kisses and choked cries of the others' name. Bakura's hands continued to wander, making good on his wish to touch Marik all over, and the young Egyptian trembled with delight, welcoming the anchorage to his lover.

In these moments, when they were intimately joined, their souls entwined, they were complete. It was as if one could not exist without the other, and even if both were loathe to admit it, they knew it was true. Their relationship was so much more than love and lust; it was partnership, and it was far from pure, but it was perfect.

"Bakura, I-I…I'm close - !"

"Mmmm – "

"T-Touch me! Please!"

Oh, fucking hell yes.

The position was a little awkward, but nothing in that moment could stop Bakura's fingers wrapping around Marik's cock, jerking hard and fast. Marik all but screamed in ecstasy, lasting only a few seconds more before exploding hot spurts of white over Bakura's hand, belly and chest. The sight of Marik so undone was enough to push Bakura over the edge into his own orgasm, his thrusts gradually slowing down as he felt all his energy leaving him.

Finally, he ground to a halt, uttering a low groan and burying his head in Marik's shoulder. "Fuck…" he gasped. "Fuck me sideways, that was good."

Marik laughed softly, kissing the top of Bakura's head. "I mean, yeah, sure, I can do that next time."

"Oh, shut up," Bakura muttered, but his arm tightened around Marik and he nuzzled affectionately into Marik's warmth.

"I need a shower. You want to join me?"

"Does the Pharaoh have fucking stupid hair?"

Marik laughed at that, and disentangled himself from Bakura, grimacing a little at the mess they'd made of the sheets, but he held out his hand to Bakura to help him up, and together they walked to the bathroom. Marik started the water and gave it a moment to heat up, then Bakura jumped in first while Marik removed his jewellery and scrubbed away his makeup.

"You'd better hurry up, or I won't wash your back for you," Bakura sang, poking his head round the curtain.

"Ha, as if." Marik stepped in and shoved Bakura out of the way so he could wet his hair. "You know I'll bitch about being in pain all of tomorrow, and then you'll regret not helping me out."

"You're such an arse." Bakura's tone was grouchy, but his touch was gentle as he began swirling soap over Marik's skin. Marik leaned his head back a little and sighed, enjoying the heat of the shower spray and the dance of Bakura's fingers down his spine. "You're lucky I like touching you," Bakura continued, "and that you don't care if anyone sees your back anymore."

"So was that your reward?" Marik giggled. "Just being able to touch me? I thought I was supposed to be the one giving you pleasure."

"Oh, but you did, Marik." Bakura nosed a little of Marik's hair out of the way, leaning close to kiss the side of his neck. "Letting me have power over your body like that was the biggest turn-on."

"Really?"

"Did I fucking stutter?"

"Um…will you…could you do that again sometime? Take over, I mean. Honestly, it was pretty sexy."

Bakura laughed, trailing his kisses upwards. "Anything for you, love."