A/N: There's a big MarikxBakura thing in here, though it's more one-sided. Hope you like. Sadly, ff dot net doesn't like ? plus ! cuz there's lots of it in here, as well as ! times two or three. OOC Bakura and Marik, but hopefully not fatally.

Disclaimer: Don't own YGO.

Chapter 1: Problem With Love

Bakura sighed, swinging his legs. He sat on the railing that blocked his and Ryou's apartment porch from everything other than the stairs going down. Ryou would have a fit if he caught Bakura doing this, but Bakura didn't care. He was out of the house, sitting, and at the same time taking a risk. Marik leaned over the railing, propping his head up with his hand, looking very bored, hanging-out tongue and all. Bakura had never understood Marik's tongue fetish, but had decided to just leave it be.

He leant back and then forward, just about as bored as the other yami. His eyes were almost closed, both tired and un-amused. He looked down at Marik, who had closed his eyes. He was most likely trying to sleep, but had to stay awake to make sure Bakura didn't commit random suicide. Bakura groaned, halting the swinging of his legs. Marik had noticed that the railing had stopped moving with Bakura's motions, and opened one eye to look at him.

"What?" he asked. Bakura sighed, slumping.

"Bored."

"Same here."

"What do you want to do?"

"Anything."

"Wanna go steal something?"

Marik looked at Bakura, who had been dead serious. He shook his head. "Malik would have my head one way or another." Bakura cocked an eyebrow.

"Why?"

Marik grinned.

"For not dragging him along."

Bakura chuckled, and stared back out at the scenery. He started rocking his legs again. "Where is he, anyway?"

"Egypt. Isis and Rishid wanted to go visit and took Malik with them."

Bakura nodded. "I see." There was a silence then, neither making a noise. Marik had opened both his eyes now, staring lazily at the street below. Bakura glanced over at him, studying him. Once upon a time he had really liked Marik, but had given it all up when he convinced himself that Marik would have never felt the same. He sighed again, leaning forward. He couldn't help but notice as Marik's attention switched back to him. In his mind he grinned, but on the outside he kept his 'whatever' look on. He kept leaning, and he swore that Marik's eyes had flashed with worry.

"Bakura!" he yelled, grabbing onto Bakura's shirt with both hands. Bakura now grinned, letting go of the bar. Marik started panicking just the slightest. "Bakura, you bitch!" With that he wrapped his arms around Bakura's waist, pulling him off the railing and holding him bridal-style. Bakura blushed a bit, not used to such a form of physical contact. Marik held onto him tight, as if making sure Bakura was really there. Bakura blinked his red eyes, his mouth slightly open in shock. He felt Marik put his face in his hair, and he went rigid in his grasp.

"Marik…" Bakura muttered. Marik didn't answer, nor did he move. Bakura started wiggling, but Marik only tightened his hold.

"You idiotic piece of shit…" the dark voice murmured in Bakura's hair. Bakura grunted, still struggling to escape from Marik. Marik finally let him down, lowering his legs first and making sure he could stand before he removed his arm from his shoulders. Bakura's cheeks still had a tinge of red on them, and his heart was pounding. Why had such a simple action embarrassed him so much? Well, other than the fact that Marik had held him like a groom would his bride in public, of course. But Bakura didn't like Marik like that anymore…

He didn't say anything, only staggered to the bar again. Marik didn't make a sound either, and Bakura could only guess that he was thinking. He was doing so now, too. Last time he had checked, Marik wouldn't have cared if he had shot his own brains out from stupidity alone. But now…he had "saved" him, although Bakura had no intention of falling. When Marik had called out his name, gripped onto his shirt, and when he saw the worry in those violet eyes, Bakura found himself wishing he hadn't fallen out of love with him.

"So what, no 'thanks'?" Marik asked behind him. Bakura caught the annoyance in his tone, questioning why a simple 'thanks' would mean so much to him. He turned around, looking Marik in the eyes.

"I had no intention of pummeling to my death." he stated in a 'matter-of-fact' tone. Marik glared at him, however not the 'I hate you' glare, but more of a concerned 'I hate you' glare.

"And if you had fallen?" he asked, growling. Bakura shrugged.

"I'd be the first man to die twice in a span of 5,000 years." he said nonchalantly. Marik's eyes narrowed more, his sharp teeth bared. Bakura shivered.

"It's not funny, you idiotic little asshole." Marik hissed. Bakura glared.

"What's it to you, huh? So what if I had died, why would you care?" he challenged, crossing his arms. Marik took a step towards him, making him urge to step back. He sent Marik's glare right back at him, a tad nervous. Marik's growls grew more dangerous, and Bakura's foot shifted back a bit.

"Why would I care? Why would I care!" he yelled.

"Yeah!"

Marik glared, clenched his fist, and then punched Bakura. Bakura, taken by surprise, fell back against the railing, holding his cheek. He glared, growling as well. Marik huffed and turned back, stomping to the door.

"Hey! What the fuck's your problem!" Bakura shouted, his eyes an angry crimson. Marik spun back around, his eyes a scary shade of violet and his lips curled up in a snarl. He took heavy footsteps back towards Bakura, growling and clenching his fists. Bakura swallowed.

"What's my problem! You wanna know what the FUCK'S MY PROBLEM!" Marik's voice thundered with rage. Bakura glared, getting back on the offense.

"Yeah, I wanna know what the fuck's you're pro—"

Marik grabbed his face and crashed his lips down onto his, ensnaring him in a searing kiss. Bakura's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates and he was too frozen in place to try to resist it. Marik's roughness amplified to the point that Bakura was convinced his lips would be bruised noticeably, and maybe his tongue would be, too if Marik kept kissing him so hard. Bakura, snapping back to reality, started fighting back, tossing his head and pounding on Marik's shoulders.

Marik tightened his grip on Bakura's face, digging his sharp nails into his pale skin. Bakura felt himself being shoved back against the railing, letting out a yelp of surprise and some pain. The sound seemed to catch Marik's attention, for he broke the kiss just as suddenly and quickly as he had started it. Bakura was panting, trying to take in all the air lost from the forceful kiss. Marik held Bakura's face strongly, making them lock eyes with each other.

Bakura stared at him, disbelief above all in his eyes. The emotion was soon replaced with raw anger, and he struggled against Marik's hold, trying to break away from his grip. Marik held him there tight, and kissed him again. This time Bakura clamped his jaws on Marik's lower lip, drawing blood almost instantly. Marik stopped, and ripped his lip from Bakura's teeth. He looked at the albino, ignoring the blood seeping down his chin. Bakura was the first to speak.

"What the hell!" he shouted in Marik's face. Marik's expression didn't change.

"That's what's my problem." he said seriously. Bakura glared, and shoved Marik away, spinning around with his back to the Egyptian. He gripped the bar firmly, his bangs shadowing his face as he bared his fangs.

"Go away." he hissed. Marik didn't budge. "Go away." he repeated, louder. Still, nothing happened. Bakura turned back around, a few tears stinging his eyes. "GO AWAY!" he roared. Marik barely moved an inch. "DIDN'T YOU RA-DAMNED HEAR ME! GO AWAY!"

Marik blinked, sadness in his eyes when the eyelid lifted. Bakura's anger started to disappear. Seeing such a look in a demon's eyes would make you feel bad, too.

"Bakura…" he muttered, almost pleadingly. Bakura shook his head.

"No! I don't love you anymore! Go away!" he yelled, gripping his head. Marik now looked shocked, and Bakura could easily read his questioning words just by looking at his face. "Yes! I used to love you! But I don't anymore!" Then he started whimpering ever so softly. "You had your chance…you didn't take it…I loved you and you never noticed…" Finally, he started tugging on his white hair, sniffling.

Marik took a step towards him, wanting to comfort him. "'Kura…" Bakura shook his head. "'Kura…why didn't you ever tell me?" Once again, he only received a wild head shake of 'no'. Bakura looked at him, tears lining his eyes.

"You never noticed…"

And then he hopped onto the railing, much like a cat, and leapt off, soaring. He heard Marik call his name, and shut his eyes tight, only to snap them back open. Just as he neared the ground below, he curled a bit, preparing. Once he landed, he went straight into a summersault, much like in the video games he played. He stood once he regained his coordination, and looked back up at Marik. Marik was just staring down at him, his arm retreating as if he had reached out. Bakura turned away, and took off sprinting down the street, not sure what he'd do or who he'd find.