Marik was kissing Bakura.
He had never kissed anyone before; he had seen lots of it in his yaoi, but that was seeing, not doing. He'd never even thought about it before!
Well, not seriously.
The kiss was a little hesitant, a little nervous. He liked the feeling of Bakura's soft, cool lips against his, but he wasn't sure how to go about this kissing thing- and Bakura wasn't helping.
Bakura was in a state of shock, unable to respond- sitting there, unblinking, trying to comprehend what was going on.
Marik opened the eyes he hadn't even realized he had closed and saw Bakura's confusion. He hastily started to back away, oh god, why did I do that, I thought he wanted that, I thought I wanted that, why isn't he-
Bakura's lips curled into a grin as he regained his senses.
I don't really care what's going on, I'm going with it.
Bakura pressed forward, kissing Marik back passionately- and unlike Marik, he actually knew what he was doing.
Marik gasped slightly, giving Bakura's tongue an opening - he invited it in willingly, closing his eyes again and surrendering to the kiss, more than happy to let Bakura take the lead.
They kissed for a while, Bakura clearly in control, Marik doing his best to keep up, and not doing too bad for his first attempt. Warm, fuzzy thoughts and feelings rushed through both their minds.
Kissing feels nice - I want to do this again. A lot. With Bakura.
If this is a dream, I hope I never wake up.
Wait.
Bakura's eyes shot open, pupils narrowed to pinpricks.
Shit.
This is another dream.
No way in hell was he going to let this Dream-Marik get his hopes up.
He pulled back from the kiss and pushed the Fake-Marik away; the imposter wasn't expecting it, and he fell off the couch and onto the floor.
"B-Bakura, what the-"
"No. Shut up, I don't want to talk to you." He shut his eyes tight, knowing it was childish, but what did it matter? It was a dream anyways.
He heard a surprised gasp from the direction of the Dream-Marik.
Of course he was surprised, the bastard. He probably thought he was going to get to see the look on Bakura's face when he whispered "Wake up" just as they got to the good part.
He heard a shuffling noise as Marik got up from the floor.
No, no, no, wake up, he didn't want a dream, he wanted the real thing, he wouldn't settle for a dream, he wanted the real Marik, wake up, wake—
Marik slapped him, hard, making his head whip to the left so quickly that his neck cracked.
He had contemplated punching him for a moment, but opted for a slap instead.
Bakura blinked.
He felt that.
Ow.
"What the frig is your problem?"
Bakura slowly turned to face him. He was greeted by a pair of impossibly angry lavender eyes.
"You... You tell me you love me, then you go and do... this?"
Marik could feel himself tearing up.
No, can't give this asshole the satisfaction.
"Well, fuck you too, then. I'm leaving." He quickly turned, intending to go to his room to pack his stuff- he was leaving. Fuck Bakura.
"Wait! Marik, let me explain-"
"No. Go fuck yourself; I don't want your lame explanations."
A tear rolled down his cheek.
Shit, shit, shit, get out of here before he sees you cry- he can't see you cry.
Marik stormed into his room; from behind, he looked downright pissed off.
The tears rolled unchecked down his cheeks now.
From the front, he looked devastated.
He slammed the door to his room, then leaned against it and allowed himself to drop to the floor and cry.
Bakura watched him go, open mouthed. His hand slowly came up and touched his cheek, which still stung.
Shit.
That hadn't been a dream.
Marik just kissed him - and he literally pushed him away.
Fuck.
...Yes, I know I'm cruel. Don't worry - it gets better. Eventually. In like, chapter 5.
... You don't have to read it if you don't like it.
And yes, I do realize I could've combined this update into one chapter, but I like the way it breaks up like this better. Shut up and go with it.
Edit: Woops, sorry bout that guys, seems I reposted chapter 2 like a moron. Hohohohoho. Fixed it now~