Short chapter. Pretty self-explanatory. Actual meat to come next chapter~


I stepped onto the backyard, looking about and trying to catch Marik. I found him in less of a state than I would have liked.

The guards brushed passed me without a second glance after having deposited the tanned stranger onto the grassy area. I caught the man laying on his stomach, whimpering and growling softly. I watched him rub himself against the grass for a long moment with a whimper, trying to keep his erection that was quickly deflating without any stimulation. I snorted and walked over to him.

"Stop that," I growled. "It makes you look desperate." I was pissed, to say the least. My pride had been stained. I owed Kaiba something for saving me and letting me stay with him, and I was just made a fool in front of him. And it was all this man's fault.

But Marik didn't catch the annoyance in my tone. "Bakura! Shit!" he reached out for me. "C-come here!"

Obviously, he was desperate.

I dropped his clothes by his side, and obediently straddled him. I stared down at the tent in my pants and growled. "You have five minutes."

Marik grunted, relief clear in his eyes, but immediately grinned, flipping our positions almost seamlessly. His moods certainly seemed to change quickly. "You sound so cross, Bakura." He chimed my name. It was better than "sweetheart," at least.

I squirmed against the dirt on my back. "You seduced me and manipulated me," I accused.

The man snorted, ripping off my pants with ease, as though it were as simple as breathing. Whether he did this often or was just very, very good, I couldn't decide. Regardless, he smirked down at me, shoving my legs over his shoulders for a second time now. "I did, didn't I?" he smirked. "I had you under me, moaning, practically begging to be taken..." he purred, poking his fingers back into my entrance to start to prepare me again.

Fucking preparation. "F-four minutes!" I growled, wanting him to hurry it up already.

"Yeah, we'll see about that," he said, for the second time that day. Still, he finished re-preparing me quickly, pulling my hips up and lining himself up.

He didn't give me a single moment to breathe.

And, from the moment he plunged himself into me, I knew breathing wouldn't be a first priority.

The warm length practically shoved into me. Ra, it felt like centuries since I'd be taken. It wasn't unlike the truth. The brutal pace was set without much time for me to adjust. My eyes popped wide, my head tilted back, and a scream spilled from my lungs.

Marik's ever-present grin remained, even through his groans, which turned to moans, which turned to cries. Before long, however, (and with some help from me), he was screaming alongside me.

I was so tight. I could feel his hot, throbbing cock moving inside of me and burning my insides with stinging, delicious pleasure. I was a masochist. Always have been. Always had to be. And the sweet pain Marik was giving me was just too perfect to ignore. Our bodies glazed over with sweat, our muscles strained against each other.

Even if I was on bottom, I fought him every step of the way. My muscles clamped down sharply against him, making it infinitely more difficult for him to move about. He growled through his moans, shoving himself through my muscles, regardless, creating even more perfect friction.

My scream broke through the yard as our brutal battle continued. I felt heat everywhere on my body and begged for more. Our hot, sweating forms clashed against each other, each buck of mine forcing his thrusts in deeper. Marik made another snarling sound, his other cries of passion growing louder as the moments wear on. He grabbed onto my hips and forced them down to stop my movements, something that made me seethe with anger as I realized I was helpless underneath him. He just smirked, changing his angles and slamming right against my prostate with perfect accuracy.

My scream grew to it's highest pitch. I almost came right there.

But I grit my teeth and held on. I was not going to come first, I told myself.

Until Marik went for the kill.

He snatched my cock into his hand, his other still keeping a death grip on one of my hips. I hissed. He grinned. Taking a moment to draw his nails against the underneath of my erection, tracing against a vein, just to torture me, he fisted me in his meaty hands and began to pump hard, setting the rhythm for himself to continue to brutally shove and thrust inside me.

And I came so hard it hurt.

My seed exploded into his hand, my muscles clenched to it's tightest. I got the satisfaction of watching Marik's eyes pop open, a sharp shudder escaping him as he, too, shot out inside me, coating my insides. He slammed against me harder, trying to draw out the orgasm, which served to make me shudder and choke in desperation. Finally, when it felt as though our bodies had been drained completely dry, he collapsed on top of me, moaning and panting.

We couldn't move for what felt like a long time, only our stomachs rising and falling at quick speeds. I tilted my head back in an effort to get more air, clenching my fists tightly, as the rest of my muscles felt like jelly.

Marik was the first to move. His energy astounded me. He scrambled up and yanked me into his arms, as though I were some catch that he didn't want to let go. He wrapped his arms tightly around me, laughing in my ear as I squirmed in alarm.

"Didn't I tell you I get what I want, sweetheart?" he purred in my ear, still panting.

I growled tiredly as I tried to catch up with his ever-bounding energy. He just snickered at my efforts and pushed my head forward forcibly, exposing the back of my neck. He drew his tongue along the salty skin, coating it with his saliva, grinning his dark grin as he listened to me moan involuntarily. He added a few nips, if only to make me squirm more fruitlessly.

"You live here with richboy?" he finally asked, lathering my ear with more of his saliva as he did so.

I continued to squirm and fight against his arms. "Yes. What of it?"

He shrugged, squeezing me tighter to his chest. "I'm just curious on why you seemed so submissive to the brat. You his pet or something?"

I suddenly managed to break out of his arms, whirling around to glare at him, shoving him down to the ground, almost akin to a lion cub attacking another. I pinned his arms on either side of him as a growled. "I am owned by no one," I said with a growl. I stared down at his quirked eyebrow for a long moment, before I narrowed my eyes and smirked.

"Alright. I'll show you. He doesn't want you in the house? Doesn't want you marring his precious territory?" I leaned down and pressed my lips against his tanned ones, nibbling at his lower lip even as I spoke. "We'll defile the very core of his household."

Marik shivered under me. "Yeah? How do we do that?"

"Simple," I smirked. "He's leaving on a business trip tomorrow for two days. You and I are going to have an entire night of fun, right on his bed."

The tanned man's eyes immediately lit up, grinning from ear to ear as he snickered mischievously. "Oh, yeah..." he said with a purr.

I made a satisfied grunt and got off of him, groping about for my pants. Marik just chuckled and snatched them from me. "Stand up, baby."

I rolled my eyes and obeyed, getting onto my feet as he grabbed onto one leg at a time and forced them into a pant-hole. He pulled the sweats up, taking special time to rest them over my hips. He smirked, using his teeth to tug at the strings, tightening them. I hissed in pleasure, one of my hands digging into his hair. He just smirked, finally using his fingers to slowly tie the strings together, securing them in place. He laid a smooch on my crotch. "I should probably go now, hm?"

I nodded, panting slightly. Damn it. "Out the back," I said.

"Don't want richboy to set the dogs on me, eh?" Marik laughed and dressed himself quickly. We both looked disheveled as hell. His wild hair was a mess and his bangs were in his face. His clothes still stuck to him from all the sweat. If that wasn't a turn-on...

"Tomorrow?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

I nodded. "Tomorrow. All fucking night. On his big bed."