Chapter 7

HEY GUYZ. Here's chapter 7. Enjoy, no flames, and yes, I needed some humor in me vida so I put some humor in here. I like writing angsty things but I miss some humor so yeah. Either way, just enjoy. I have decided to dubb this fanfic my first ever Twistedshipping. "Y M" with Bakura in the middle of course. I know there is another name for this pairing, I do, but twistedshipping sounded so cool to me that I decided to dubb it thus. J also, this is where a bit of one sided bronze shipping happens. Don't worry, it's not that deep. It may be a teaser. Or not. Either way… poor Marik-kun, 3 ah. The power of writerhood.

Marik: I don't appreciate you using me for your sick fantasies.

Me: oh relax. You'll still end up with Bakura 3

Bakura: who recorded over Fluttershy?!

Me and Marik: 0_0 *zip

Ryou: *playing videogames because apprently that's what he does a lot normally.

Silence.

Bakura tried again. "… Since it's obvious I'm not British, I'm just gay. And you're just…gay. I'd like you to shut up, and kiss me."

Bakura searched for a change in Marik's behavior, either for better or for worse.

When he found himself hugging the equivalent of a stone statue, he realized he may have taken his little experiment too far. Marik was frozen, his lavender eyes widened to saucers and Bakura had no doubts when he saw a blush cross Marik's whole face that not only was this indeed Marik, but Marik was such a virgin. Bakura wondered in a small part of his mind, if it was possible that anyone could act like a bigger virgin than Duke Devlin Mr. lady's man with an ego. Then again, it hadn't been like Bakura hadn't been a virgin himself… shitty twisted dimentia...

He continued to keep up his façade though, curious to see if Marik would in fact….kiss him…or reject him. He had no doubts it was Marik now. But the silence really was unsettling. Bakura would've rather had Marik pushing him away and talking about how he's totally too gorgeous to kiss a man but Marik said nothing.

Not a word.

Not really what Bakura had expected, but he also was learning quick to expect the unexpected. He bit his lower lip, removing his arms from around Marik's neck. "Pass. You're not your dementia. I believe you."

Bakura couldn't deny he wasn't dissapointed. It felt harder to be rejected in silence than with words. He turned away but was surprised when he felt a tug on his hand, his face being turned towards Marik's and before Bakura knew what was happening. He found himself in a deep, gentle kiss with Marik.

Bakura's own eyes widened and his hands flew to pry Marik off him instinctively but he found himself being pushed against gravity and against the mattress, his back hitting it as Marik continued to kiss him from above. Bakura panicked internally for a moment, wondering if this was a part of Mariku's sick ploy but he was too distracted by his Ra'dly touch but forced himself to break his face away from the kiss. "M-mn…Marik!" Bakura panted.

Marik leaned away from Bakura, leaving the weightlessness behind and with it, Bakura felt like the warmth he'd just had, seconds ago, evaporate. "…I want you to trust me…" his voice sounded pained and Bakura realized he shouldn't have asked this kiss of him. He'd said it as a joke more than anything…although he had been serious too."…Is it true…you said you love…me?" Marik pressed, puzzled, voice level, and Bakura recoiled figuring perhaps he'd made not the most well planned out decision.

Bakura realized what he'd said. Oh, well he was in some deep camel shit. Flight was the first reaction to pop into his head but Bakura bit his lip. He didn't want to give Mariku leverage…and if he was leaving anyways…for a little while…what wouldn't it hurt to just…tell Marik…let him decide whether to stay or go. "You know…as partners in crime…" Bakura gruffly mumbled. He was surprised to feel firm hands, much different from a gentle womanly touch Bakura expected Marik to have, squeeze his shoulders.

"Bakura, look at me." It was a command, a gentle one.

Bakura didn't want to look. He didn't want to see dissapointment or….or hate…or disgust…or confusion. He pointedly looked away. "…I wasn't going to tell you. It's fine. You shouldn't have had to kiss me to prove a-"

"-But I wanted to."

Bakura paused.

"Come again?"

"I said…" Marik cleared his throat, looking away. "…In order…to…to prove to you…I'm me…well…I mean…you…I didn't know how else to get you to believe me…" He looked so pouty that Bakura didn't know whether he really did think of the kiss as something signifigant or merely as the only way to get Bakura to trust him.

"…You always claim you're not gay. I figured you'd say no…." Bakura pointed out, with a raised eyebrow.

"…I wasn't …it's not like I friggin' wanted to kiss you!" Marik defensively retorted. Bakura felt a small mental slap at that one but he had seen it coming. "SO it's true then…my Kitty likes me?"

"Marik, I'm not a bloody furry. That's already Joey…" Bakura growled, really convinced to just strangle both Ishtars right then and there.

"…Well… I want to….I want to help you…I'm ok with you being gay…and well…I'm not surprised you have a crush on me…" Marik said gently. Understandingly.

Bakura looked in incredulousness at Marik. "..You're not?"

"I mean, come on Bakura, who wouldn't be in love with this gorgeous mid-driff?" Marik poked Bakura's forehead. There was another large epic slap in the Ishtar apartment that same day within a span of 5 minutes. Bakura stomped out of the room. Shooting a glare back at Marik he stalked back over to the Ishtar after a few seconds of the other Ishtar being disoriented. He grabbed Marik by the top chain of his hoodie. "F-frig Bakura…"

"Marik. I was being serious. I like you. I want to do things with you." Bakura pushed Marik onto the bed hoping to get his implications across.

"…Please get off." Marik's tone was level.

Bakura bit his lower lip but moved away from Marik. Marik fiddled with his hoodie before looking at Bakura for a quick glance. He then looked away. Bakura moved towards the door again. "Marik…I'll leave. I was planning to…go away for a little while…clear my head. I think some space is what we need. What I need."

Marik frowned at Bakura but Bakura wasn't looking at him anymore, but the carpet. "I'd rather you stayed here…I'm sure Ishuzu would be able to think of something…and Odion helped me keep Mariku at bay when I was a kid…" Bakura made a face at Marik.

"Marik, I am not having your family move in with us."

"Why not? They're fun!...ish." Marik protested.

Bakura shook his head. "No. They don't even like me. Hell, I highly doubt you even told them you're still living with me."

Marik's guilty face answered Bakura's statement.

Bakura shook his head. Marik sighed. "Well…so…this code thing though…will this be enough to prove myself to you?"

Bakura looked to Marik. "…I couldn't think of anything else. I'm surprised you aren't kicking me out…"

Marik shook his head this time. "Just because I'm not gay –completely- doesn't mean I can't stand living with one who is. It just means I'm that popular."

Bakura's bat wings perked up. "wait, did you just say "completely" ?"

Marik looked innocently at Bakura. "Eh? Frig Bakura, you must have more wax in your ears than I thought. I said I'm not gay, period."

"Marik, kissing me makes you automatically gay."

"Nuh-uh. I'm bi, Bakura."

"Bi? What the hell."

"What? Being bi is different from being gay. I don't like all the bottoms of men. Although I may make an exception for the male actor from "The Notebook…" …I mean-frig! I am bi!"

" . . . When did you see The Notebook?"

"eh?...oh…well…I saw a preview. ON ACCIDENT mind you…I was really looking for a…Johnny Depp video…"

Bakura wanted to retort to that but figured this wasn't the best time to begin some random argument that would end up giving him a migraine. He just shrugged instead. "Whatever… I think leaving for a little while is wise. In the mean time, you figure out what to do about your dementia. I'm going to -"

Marik walked over to Bakura and Bakura backed up finding himself steering backwards down the hallway. Bakura hated the feeling of someone backing him into something –even if that person was Marik- and he especially felt like he was going to trip at any second but he didn't take his eyes off of Marik as he glanced from the corner of his eye to the living room. Marik stopped walked and slowed to a complete stop. Bakura stopped too. The doorway was ahead, the kitchen to Bakura's right, Marik's left and the living room to Bakura's left and Marik's right.

"Why would you confess to me and then just up and leave?" Marik asked serious.

"…I didn't want Mariku using it as leverage. Figured I'd just tell you, get the …the whole thing over with…" Bakura replied coolly.

"Ah…I see…" Marik nodded, and Bakura wondered what the heck was going in the effeminate head of Marik's.

Bakura unhooked his coat from the coat rack near the entrance. He finally turned away from Marik and headed into the living room. Marik tailed behind. Bakura grabbed his pack and slung it over his shoulder. He could tell that Marik knew he was serious. Marik cleared his throat. "Something to say?" Bakura sighed.

"Well…I really don't want you to leave…" Marik's face fell. Bakura didn't want to either. But Mariku had already made another appearance –although brief—back to mess with Bakura and Bakura didn't have time for the damn demon's games. He felt a tug on his arm and turned to find himself pressed against the wall, and Marik kissing him fervently.

Now Bakura was really confused. He instantly mind swung to the fact it was Mariku again but he realized these kisses were gentle and chaste. They were chaste. He pulled his face away with reluctance. "Wh-what…are you bloody doing….i-idiot…" Bakura growled, his bat wings alert and quivering.

Marik pulled back. "Changing your mind?" he piped up honestly. Bakura blushed.

"I-idiot kissing me won't-"

His words were cut off by Marik's lips once more and this time, Bakura felt a warm tongue prodding at his somewhat slackened lips and let out a shuddery gasp as he felt the orfices of his mouth being explored with all the caresses that an artist would give to a stroke of each paintbrush on canvas. Bakura was confused, hungry for more but his common sense got the better of him as he pushed Marik away and gripped him by the shoulders. "Bakura?"

"Marik…if…if you're trying to prove you're straight…you're doing a real…piss-poor job of it…right about now…" Bakura panted, trying to get his emotions reeled back in.

Marik looked at Bakura serious, in the eye and Bakura realized he wasn't fooling around. "You wanted us to have a code…just between us right? How do I enforce it, if you're not here by my side. How am I supposed to defeat the pharoah, without you. I need you Bakura…I can handle just kissing. I'll do it…I will…. Just don't leave. Please." He gripped Bakura's arms and Bakura looked at the serious distraught expression on Marik's face.

"I was joking when I ASKED you to kiss me…I…I just can't be around you right now. I need to…I need time to think." Bakura looked at Marik.

"…Will you at least text? Call?...email?" Marik pressed.

"…Sure." Bakura didn't make eye contact.

"…At least…at least leave me a message…to let me know you're ok…you going to your yadonushi's place?" Marik asked.

"No…I'm sure that place will have friendship brigade all over it. I'd go to the shadow realm but I don't plan on meeting Mariku in there any time soon." Bakura moved towards the door, Marik's hands falling to his sides as he watched Bakura open the door into the late morning sunshine. The weather outside wasn't really reflecting what either thief was feeling internally. Bakura felt a mixture of pent of frustration and other emotions that he detested since he felt being human made him vulnerable. He knew being around Marik had made him soft…and if he was to get any respect back, he would have to go and harden himself again. The small comfort he had was that at least, Marik didn't completely find him revolting. And Marik's kissing…for a virgin he was …Bakura's mind wandered for a moment but he snapped back to reality when he felt a bat wing get tugged and Marik, cupping a hand to his face and mock yelling past Bakura's bat wing.

"Anyone home?"

Bakura swatted Marik away with a disgruntled glare. Marik backed off but kept his eye on Bakura. "… I'll keep in touch. I'll text you later tonight or something. Don't go shirking work just because I'm going away for a little while."

Marik nodded but Bakura saw something akin to hurt flicker in his eyes. "Alright…I…I won't keep you. It's your choice where you go. Just be sure to come back…ok?" He fidgeted from foot to foot. Bakura nodded.

"I have to do something…and you do too. Just…keep your anger in check, ok?" Bakura said, almost gently to Marik. This was of course new to Marik since this was Bakura, his grouchy kitty.

Bakura didn't want to see any look of hurt on Marik's face so he kept his gaze averted. He closed the door gently behind him. With a glance to the left and right, Bakura started going in the direction of his Yadanushi's apartment.

Since Bakura had kept his gaze averted as he left, he didn't notice the small smirk that began to spread across Marik's face. Nor the spiky hair that sproinged back to life like a porcuipine. Marik had heard everything, and seen every small action, from within Mariku's head. Not only had his anger grown with each taunting action but so had Mariku's control. Mariku had allowed Marik the chance to hear and then forced him through threats to tell him how to respond to Bakura so that Bakura wouldn't pick up on the whole act. Marik was powerless and Mariku was all powerful. The fact that Bakura had left didn't bother Mariku at all. He knew he could track the thief with multiple methods. No, playing the role of his dumb sniveling hikari was the new game for Mariku. Marik felt despair, and anger and the combo really was just too sweet for Mariku. It was like having icecream cake and then a fudge brownie. Sickening but delicious. Mariku cared not for eating food, but he figured he should at least make sure Marik was fed or else he'd really get an earful. He slipped into the shadow realm, allowing his hikari's body to fall back onto the carpet of the living room.

In the shadow realm, no spirits lurked, but it was like being in a house of mirrors or a stage with constant fog. It was dark and the only light came from the sennin rod which Mariku brandished. On the ground, bound by a few shadow realm creatures, was Marik. Marik glared hatefully up at his dementia.

"Mariku, you effing-" But he was silenced when he found a weird wiggly dark worm like creature wriggle into his mouth and he made a face. Mariku grinned sadistically down at Marik.

"Oh, hasn't anyone taught you not to talk with your mouth full?" and Mariku cackled. Marik squirmed and screamed against his new gag but his throat hurt in seconds and he found a foot on his stomach, forcing him to be still.

"Mghgng!"

"Thank you soooo much for your…assistance…Florence has no idea that was me out there…it really wasn't hard once I got rolling, to be you. "Oh Bakura, I accept you…I don't care you're gay…" and I must say…his kissing… when he's being docile there really is a difference in his kissing…" Mariku licked his lips. Marik thrashed at his hopelessness, wishing Bakura could hear him but Mariku had cast something…and Marik could not reach Bakura. Especially if Bakura had left! Marik had mixed feelings about the confession Bakura had made but the fact that Bakura had made himself vulnerable in front of Mariku was bad news. Very bad news indeed. Marik didn't want that bastard to have contact at all with Bakura. He growled and Mariku's sick chesire cat grin widened so that his face resembled that of a creepy clown with a butcher's knife that a little kid would meet at night, in an alley, behind an abandoned Merry-Go-Round ride.

Marik had no ability to move his arms or legs, the strange little imp-like creatures were being mind controlled by the Sennin rod and Marik knew that he was in deep trouble. He didn't know how Mariku had even gotten so strong so quickly.

Oh right…anger management.

Marik didn't have much time to think about this though, as he felt a wieght sit on top of his lower body, over his stomach and near his crotch. A billowing cloak, Mariku's midnight blue rippling cloak brushed against Marik's inner thighs as his dementia towered over him, his face leering closely to Marik's and Marik disgustedly turned his face away but this left his neck exposed. Marik gasped as he felt a tongue shoot out and begin to lick up and down the side of his neck and under his ear.

"Emwnggh" He screeched. His body quivering, he could barely move at all. As if tormenting Bakura wasn't enough…now Mariku had decided to torment his own hikari. Marik didn't even know what Mariku would get out of this. Not to mention that this was so very wrong! And he didn't like men's bottoms! No ! No! No! …perhaps an exception for Bakura's but No! No! No!.

Mariku hadn't really any interest in his hikari. At least, not that he took the time to observe his flushed faced hikari, he realized that he did look quite alluring. With the dusty cheeks, the figure that was well built but with womanly like legs and hips. His mid-driff was indeed compelling. It was finely toned and Mariku lazily traced a finger down Marik's navel. Mariku lazily undid the golden chains of the hoodie but left the hoodie on Marik's body. He had wanted to tear it right off, but decided it'd be much better to just let it cover marik's back and outline his…sides. He observed his hikari's rather dusty nipples and admired a body that could be his reflection…but Mariku knew that he made everything better…why, he even added a gleaming volumizing quality to Marik's hair that normal product could never produce. He leaned in and licked his long demonic tongue down Marik's chest and to his navel, encircling it before he moved to marik's side. The body shift was both a relief and yet another horror for Marik. His eyes darted, looking in desperation for a way out but knowing already that he had none. At one point in time, his dementia had actually been his bipolar and magical way of standing up to his shitty father for beating on Odion right in front of Marik…but now..now with a mind of it's own completely…now Marik didn't even know who the dementia was anymore. It certainly had grown distatched from Marik. Marik had a lot of quirks, but implying that he was going to have sex with himself was definently NOT on the list. With a cat- specifically his fluffy- perhaps. But that was as …disturbingly quirky as Marik was willing to even allow himself to be.

He gave a small jolt, not wanting to give Mariku the satisfaction of hearing him whimper…or beg. No, Marik knew begging would do nothing. It didn't help him soothe his father so why would it help sooth this …this demon?

Mariku snapped his fingers and the creatures disspaeared, including the one in marik's mouth. Marik took a moment to realize but before he could budge an inch he felt winded. He let out a grunt of groaning pain as he realized he'd been punched in the gut. Curling up on the ground, and coughing a little, he felt his hair get tugged and he stared a bit cross-eyed at Mariku's jeering face.

"If you try to escape I will hurt you more in here…if you want strength to protect Florence…I'd suggest you start by not wasting it on trying to escape. As long as you're here, you're my bitch. As long as I'm out there, Florence is mine." Mariku sneered, cackling again. Marik bit Mariku's arm in response hard and Mariku grunted in surprise, not expecting his weak hikari to grow a sac and actually try fighting back.

He easily punched Marik hard enough to make him gag and in seconds Marik rolled onto his stomach, clutching it. On his knees, he hugged his stomach, coughing, and glaring at Mariku. " I- won't…hand…B-bakura over…to…you…" he wheezed, with a feral snarl. His eyes gleamed amythyst. He was serious and now Mariku's interest was actually peaked.

"I was going to go easy on you…but I changed my mind…" Mariku cackled and Marik found himself faceplanting into the shadowrealm ground. It was odd, like being face planted into air, but the air was …solid. He struggled but Mariku had both of his hikari's arms behind his back and Marik realized with a jolt that Mariku was using his belt to tie Marik's arms behind his back, which meant the sennin rod must be in Mariku's mouth….Marik thrashed but it was hopeless. Already, he could feel Mariku's tongue on his neck, his purple hoodie shredded in seconds so it easily slid off his body. His scars were exposed to Mariku and Marik felt very self concious. Those scars were damn sensative and he bit back a small groan as he felt Mariku licking in and tracing with his long tongue, each knife stroke on Marik's back. Marik's body shivered and quivered. His back was his weak spot. He began to pant a little, annoyed.

"You- you sick…bastard…let..let…me…go!" he yelled with all his might, trying to roll onto his back but Mariku held him firmly on the sides with his hands and Marik was forced to either look somehwat upside down up at Mariku or straight ahead. Marik chose to wriggle. He froze when he felt a thin slice on his cheek.

"Keep it up, Hikari. It'll make taking you all the more interesting…" All Marik could hear past his pounding rage was the menacing echoeing laughter of a creature he hated more than the pharoah.

A/N: END CHAPTER :D ok so I like this chappy. I want you readers to review and stuff and so I won't write too much in this one. KEEP reading for more stuuufff. J I hope you guys like! It's fun. And don't worry you Yami Marik fans, I am one too. He has a heart. Just he's…more fun as a psycho 3 eh. 3