FuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUUUCK.
Shit, that wasn't a dream, fuck, how could he do something so retarded, fuck,
fuck, fuck, FUCK.
Bakura raged at himself on the couch for a while, unable to believe he could have ever done something so stupid.
Maybe this is a nightmare, he joked to himself humorlessly.
After nearly ten agonizing minutes, he got himself together, off the couch, and
started towards Marik's room.
The door was closed, but not locked.
He let himself in.
Marik was sitting on the floor, back to the door, designer suitcase lying open in front of him- any other time, Bakura would have made a joke about how gay his silly little Coach suitcase looked.
But not today.
Marik's shoulders trembled with his sobs as he packed his clothes.
He was leaving.
He'd live with his brother again; he didn't want to, but he definitely couldn't stay here anymore if Bakura was going to fuck with him like that.
He touched his lips softly with his fingertips, remembering the wonderful feeling of Bakura's mouth on his.
He began to shake even more, a loud sob escaping from his lips.
He heard Bakura shuffle awkwardly at the doorway and whipped his head around to
glare at him.
How dare he come into his room when the door was closed! That was a very
important rule in this apartment: Do notdisturb.
Bakura holed himself up in his room a lot.
Bakura flinched, completely taken aback by that look- full of anger, full of hate, full of hurt.
And full of tears.
"What do you want?" He shrieked through his sobs.
How weak. He cries simply because of a kiss?
Shut up.
Marik wasn't weak. He may be lots of things, but 'weak' wasn't one of them.
"... I'm sorry Marik."
"Why did you do that? Why?"
"I- I thought it was a dream... I thought it wasn't real-" he began lamely. Marik cut him off, hissing his words harshly.
"It was. It was very real." Softer now, looking away slightly.
"... That was my first
kiss."
Bakura's eyes widened and a sharp gasp escaped him.
Shit.
He had really fucked up.
He had ruined Marik's first kiss.
"M-Marik I - I'm so sorry. I don't know what to say..."
Marik's eyes hardened again.
"Nothing. There is nothing you can say." And with that, he turned back to his suitcase and continued to pack.
Bakura tried to find words, but his voice escaped him.
When Bakura didn't leave the room, Marik decided he should give him some incentive.
He snarled at him without looking away from his suitcase.
"You should feel proud of yourself, thief king. You stole my first kiss; I practicallygaveit to you! I hope you're happy now."
He bit his lip; crap, this was just going to boost his fucking ego; Ra I'm stupid.
Marik's comment tore into his heart much worse than that false confession had; that fake "I love you" had, at least, not been meant to hurt him.
Shit. Marik really hated him now.
They were always saying how much they hated each other- and maybe it had been
true at some point.
But they both knew better by now. Now it was just a dumb joke they continued to tell everyone, too embarrassed to tell each other how they really felt- or too afraid of rejection.
"Marik..." he spoke softly, crouching so he was level with Marik's face.
He whipped around again, treating Bakura with a truly venomous gaze.
"Can't you take a hint?"
He cupped Marik's face gently in his hand. The blonde's expression softened almost imperceptibly, and he leaned ever-so-slightly into his touch.
"I'm sorry. I really, really am- and I know I can't fix your first kiss, but at least I can make your second one better." He leaned in slowly, not sure if Marik would even consider his offer.
Marik didn't move.
He decided to take this as an invitation, and gently brought Marik's lips forward to meet his.
Like that second 'I love you', this kiss was subdued, though not without passion- it felt more like a goodbye.
Marik felt his breathing come in panicked gasps as Bakura pulled away from the kiss with a small, sad smile.
"Goodbye, Marik. Remember me fondly." He began to stand, to turn to leave, to let Marik finish his packing in peace, and never see him again. He
was better off without him anyways.
Marik grabbed his arm for the second time that day.
"... I don't want to go." he said, voice a little hoarse from crying.
Bakura looked back at him hopefully.
"You can stay... if you want to."
Marik threw his arms around him.
"I want to. I really, really want to."
He could feel himself beginning to cry again; he didn't hold back this time.
Bakura felt his tears wetting his shirt; why was he still crying? He was staying, wasn't he? The thief wasn't very good at reading people's emotions.
Hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around him and hugged him. He spoke a little awkwardly. "I-it's alright... um. Please stop crying?"
Marik squeezed him gently and pulled back a bit to wipe at his eyes.
"Sorry, Bakura. I'm fine now."
Bakura frowned, about to say that he had just been crying, how was he fine when he noticed a small smile playing on the Egyptian's lips - he shook his head with a soft sigh.
He would never get people.
Marik kept his arms around him - it felt nice to just stay like that, hugging his big grumpy kitty. He looked up at his face, still smiling.
Bakura smiled back.
This made Marik smile wider.
"You're prettier when you smile."
This made him even happier, though he didn't show it...
He felt his face grow warm as he blushed a light pink.
...Much.
"Thanks..."
Marik bounced excitedly and practically dragged him to the couch, sitting down and patting the seat next to him. Bakura followed, eyes a little dazed, not quite believing what he was seeing.
Marik threw his arms around him again happily.
Bakura realized that he was talking.
Well, rambling really, but it was the same thing with Marik.
"... And then we can go to the movies, and I found a real nice steak house- I know how much you like steak - and then-"
"Does this mean you admit it?" he asked, cutting off the stream of nonsense.
"Huh?"
"Does this mean you're... out of the closet?"
"... Um... Well..."
Bakura narrowed his eyes at him.
"... Need I remind you that you kissed mefirst?"
Marik shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"Well, I um... I wasn't really thinking, and... I just kind of... did it."
Bakura threw his arms in the air, exasperated.
"You weren't thinking. Why am I not surprised?"
"Hey, give me a break! It's not like I've ever thought about kissing anyone before! I've never even gone on a date with anyone!"
Bakura stared blankly at him.
"... Never been on a date? At all?"
Marik pouted at him. Gods, he was cute when he pouted.
"No. So stop it. I've never dated anyone, of either gender, so I don't even know if I like boys, or girls, or if I even wantto like anyone!"
Bakura blinked at him, completely in shock.
The boy was sixteen years old. He had to have at least... thoughtabout kissing someone.
"Why are you giving me that face? It's not thatweird."
"Yes. Yes it is. You are a teenage boy - I was one once, and I'm stuck in the body of one now. It is very strange for one to not have liked anyone. Very, very strange."
It was Marik's turn to stare blankly.
"But I never even met anyone I couldlike that way until I came to Battle City. Before that, the only people I had any real contact with were my siblings and my mind slaves."
"... Oh."
That explained a lot.
"And you're the only person I really know anyways..."
"What about the guys from your evil council?"
Marik frowned, giving him the "Are you stupid?" face.
"I don't know those guys. I see them, like, twice a year."
Bakura grumbled. "Yeah, yeah, that's true... But how much do you really know me?"
"Pretty well at this point, Fluffy."
Now he groaned.
"Why do you call me that? You know I hate it."
Marik grinned.
"Exactly. I know just how to push your buttons~"
He had a point.
"But you liked the kiss, right? You liked kissing me - a guy?"
Marik furrowed his brow at this.
"Um... Yeah. But girl-kisses aren't that much different ...Are they?"
... Dammit. Marik had some great points today.
Marik smiled at him again - that bright, happy smile. "But that doesn't matter- yes, I liked kissing you. In fact, I want to kiss you again." And with that, he leaned in, looking at Bakura expectantly.
Slow down, Marik - weren't you just bawling into my shirt? And now you want to kiss me again? I will neverunderstand you.
Bakura found himself leaning in towards Marik anyways.
He stopped just short of his lips and stared him straight in the eyes after a thought crossed his mind.
"Marik, you said you wanted to kiss me again - implying future kisses." He got a nod in response. "Yet you insist on being straight." Another nod.
"... Marik, think about that for a minute." Marik frowned in thought. Bakura could almost hear his mind trying to comprehend what the implications of that were.
"... Marik, I'm still a guy."
Marik waved his hand dismissively. "Pfft. So? You're Bakura."
... Because that made it soooo much different.
Marik noticed the incredulous look on Bakura's face.
"Look, being gay means you like guys - plural, right? Well, I only like you. One guy. Singular." He smiled. "You're the exception."
Bakura didn't know whether to be flattered or get a good grip around Marik's neck and squeeze for a few hours. He really didn't understand Marik's "logic".
He decided to go with being flattered - there would be no body to dispose of that way.
"... Marik, you're an idiot."
Marik frowned and opened his mouth to respond, but Bakura was kissing him again before he could make a sound.
Hey guys, sorry it took me so long to update! I've had this half-written for a while now, but I didn't like where it was going, then I was on vacation for a week, then I had some friends read it and like it, and then I sat down to upload it - and the stupid thing wouldn't work. Let me know if you can help me, I can't upload a new chapter file at all - I had to edit an older one to get this one uploaded. Blegh.
Don't you just love Marik's "logic"? If its just one guy, I'm still not gay! I swear!
Anyways, I have one more scene planned, then I think I'll end it there - this isn't really something with a real plot, it's just kind of like me rambling about what would happen if Bakura did confess and stuff. Heh. I'm surprised you guys like it so much, really. I actually have a second one all planned out already, with a plot and everything! Oh my! Also a Yu-Gi-Oh Abridged Fanfic with Bakura and Marik as main characters, and there will be heavily implied thiefshipping, but not quite as obvious.
And finally, thanks for the awesome reviews! They're very much appreciated!