Chapter 4
Evil Angel
A/N: This is chapter 4. This explains why Marik is upset and also is more of a lime? I THINK XD. Anyhow. SEXY MENZ. [Also, Mariku's song from maroon 5 is NOW officially CAN'T STOP MWAHAHHA]
Bakura panted, his throat incredibly sore from his cursing out Mariku. He winced with every slight shift, and groaned with every thrust. Bakura's stamina for pain was inhuman, and although he normally bragged himself for his stamina… for once, he resented this. It was the third time, and Bakura felt sticky and gross all over. He thought it was finally over as Mariku pulled out with a panty satisfied grunt after releasing once again inside of him and oh, how Bakura's insides burned. He didn't have the strength to lift up his head, much less yell at Mariku. He lay still, and was only hazily aware of Mariku undoing his handcuffs. He attempted to instinctively scramble but Mariku pulled Bakura to his chest, with that stupid, stupid dominating smirk, and Bakura was forced to rest his heavy head against Mariku's chest. "Bast…ar..d…" Bakura croaked, feebly.
"Yes, I know sweetie," Mariku crooned, cackling satisfied. Bakura hoped that Mariku would slink back into Marik now. He feebly attempted to punch Mariku but Mariku merely rolled over on top of Bakura, who was at this point, too achey and worn to fight back. "Oh? If you still have energy…we should fix that…" Mariku pinched Bakura's abused nipples and Bakura whined in the back of his throat, his hands, now freed, feebly scrabbling at Mariku's hands, trying to remove them from himself. Mariku looked at Bakura's full body, in the light, and he enjoyed the view. Bakura's hair was a mess, his top was in shreds because Mariku decided to have some fun slicing it in various places and Bakura's inner thighs and legs had some red welts where Mariku gripped hard during orgasm. Bakura's inner thighs also showed a small trail of white and red trickling down his legs while his stomach showed merely some white random trails mixed with Marik's dry blood. With Bakura's glossy eyed mahagony glare, he truly looked…spectacular. Mariku wanted to control that and knowing that he was the reason for this side of Bakura, his purple eyes glowed possessively. Oh yes…Bakura was claimed as his…
He hadn't planned on that, to be honest. But still…why let go of such an interesting toy?
He decided since he was in such a good mood, to let his hikari out. "You've entertained me well," he purred into Bakura's ear, as he nibbled it, and Bakura merely quivered in Mariku's grasp. Oh, how he loved this powerhold he had over the insufferably sarcastic tomb robber right now. Now and forever, Mariku was convinced. "I'll let my hikari out…but first…you should shower and change…" Bakura trembled with unimaginable rage. His head throbbed, his ass hurt like a thousand…no ten thousand hot irons had been pressed up his ass at once while someone shot a hot glue gun up his sides and spine.
Mariku retreated, Bakura cursing himself for actually thinking Mariku would keep something like THIS from Marik. He closed his eyes, pushing away with small hisses of pain from Mariku's form as it changed and managing to roll into the covers, trying to hide the stained sheets on his end. Of course, Marik only had to look once to know what had occurred to Bakura.
His mouth opened and closed but no sound came out. Bakura looked away, face burning with shame. Oh, how Mariku was going to so fucking die.
"Fluffy…I…" Marik said hushed, and Bakura knew that Marik had no idea what to say to this situation. Bakura wondered if Mariku gave away that he liked Marik too. He didn't want to look at Marik's face…to see his disgust. Hell, if Marik really WAS as straight as he claimed to be…his first reaction should be to—
Not hug him?
Marik had moved silently and hugged Bakura, and despite the fact he wasn't wearing any clothes, Bakura and Marik had that as the least of their concerns on BOTH minds.
"… This is a new low…even for my yami…" Marik whispered, and Bakura felt Marik shift off the bed a second later. "…we need to get you cleaned up, first off," he said gently, and Bakura didn't bother to hide his shame as he refused to make eye-contact with Marik.
"Marik…I…I know you think I'm gross now…" Bakura began but Marik shook his head.
"…It's not your fault my Yami is a sick minded person," he said serious. "I'm sure you wouldn't have done it if you hadn't been forced. I mean, what straight guy actually likes mens bottoms?"
Bakura opened his mouth but smartly shut it again. He wouldn't mention to Marik the yaoi collection of Junjou Romantica that Marik hid in his giant closet of gayety.
He winced instead as Marik helped him up. SO marik had no idea that he liked him. Bakura's heart sank but he kept his mouth shut.
"Oh, frig this," Marik huffed and he picked Bakura up bridal style. Bakura gasped in pain but in a few strides, Bakura found himself fully naked, in the bathtub, the warm water running down his back and Marik hopped into the tub. Bakura gaped.
Ok, so YEAH things weren't so hot, but …Why was Marik in the bathtub with him? Was he dreaming? If he was, he didn't want to wake up. Trying to muster up a bit of his usual energy, Bakura mustered a small pained smirk. "I…I would think..you'd rather bathe with hot girls," and Marik rolled his eyes at him.
"Of course, fluffy, but I need to give my kitty a bath," he said childishly, and Bakura didn't object although he found it odd that Marik was oddly ok with seeing another man…him, naked.
"You don't have to-" but he closed his eyes as he felt Marik's gentle touch on his skin. It was divine and Bakura figured it was the ONLY good thing to happen out of this fucking horrible nightmare. His eyes felt heavy from sleep and the desire to make this pain go away. He felt Marik use his healing magic to heal his head wound and his own gash Mariku had left on his arm.
"Frigging Mariku!" Marik's eyes flashed angrily but to Bakura's surprise, he didn't transform.
"Why..aren't you…" Bakura swallowed before he could stop himself.
"…Because that frigging A-hole can actually come out when I'm mad but he's not in the mood right now…he's too busy basking in his after-glow…" Marik looked to Bakura for permission to continue helping him wipe down. Bakura winced but seeing as he barely had strength to lift his arms, he had no choice but to allow for assistance. The pain was getting unbearable though.
"…I know this is awkward…I won't intrude again…It's just…I feel horrible…" Marik's voice shook and Bakura looked to see him biting his lip, it was evident he really did feel awful and Bakura's heart warmed a little. Only a little though… since Marik was still as clueless as ever it seemed about Bakura's feelings. Mariku knew though and Bakura knew that Mariku would use that to blackmail him again…into…doing things. Bakura's face warmed since Marik was naked and in the tub with him. He looked away, blushing, and in a little bit, he found himself in Marik's bed, sheets changed, and in a pair of Marik's warm woolly pajamas. Even though Marik was a bit taller than him, the Pajamas were ok fitting. Bakura tensed when Marik got into bed as well. "… it must've been…traumatizing…what my yami did to you…" Marik said softly. Bakura felt his cheeks blush. Marik was usually such a derpy fellow, seeing this concerned serious side….that cared about him…Bakura felt a little fuzzy inside. He boldly nuzzled against Marik's chest.
"…It's…I…just for….just for tonight…stay with me?" he murmured quietly. Marik nodded.
"…To think this all happened because of the fight…" Bakura mumbled, his eyelids already drooping.
"…If I think about it now…the fight was because you said you were leaving to go fight the pharoah on your own…" Marik said quietly and Bakura's heart panged to hear the hurt edge.
"… I was in a mood….I….don't think that's…how I really felt…" Bakura said quietly.
Marik wrapped his arms around Bakura. "…alright…I would hold it against you..but you've been through a horrible experience…I'll get over my sulk."
Bakura sighed, drifting off comfortably. Mariku meanwhile, enjoying his afterglow, was jealous of Marik getting cute reactions out of Bakura. Only he was allowed to do that! Bakura was his! And HIS alone…Mariku smirked to himself as he saw his hikari kiss Bakura's sleeping forehead. He would have to teach his hikari a lesson about not stealing what he's already stolen.