AN: THANKYOU to everyone who's been R&R'ing :D i'm so happy that you all seem to be enjoying my fic well here's the 20th chapter... wow 20 chapters didnt think i'd keep it going this long XD

Chapter 20

There was a splash as Malik – in an attempt to turn and run – fell into the pool, surfacing moments later coughing and spluttering in the just over waist height water. Marik was still there, staring intently at him with those eyes of his causing him to advert his gaze down to somewhere he suddenly realised he shouldn't be staring at. Face flushed, he dropped under water and out of sight swimming slightly away from Marik and the scene before resurfacing. Malik frowned as he stood facing away from the older guy not sure if he wanted to admit why he was feeling so hot and bothered. He didn't know if he wanted to look at Marik in case he couldn't help him self but his consciousness couldn't keep control and he found himself glancing over his shoulder at Marik. Then suddenly Marik moved.

Maik gasped as he found himself shoved roughly up against the pools edge by the taller and by far, stronger, blonde who was now looking down at him with a look Malik thought was agitation causing him to back up against the wall. Marik moved forward at his retreat, strong hands gripping his shoulders firmly his body so close to his own he could feel the warmth radiating from his tanned skin despite the cool breeze that had slowly started up. Malik looked away from the seemingly cruel and mocking purple eyes, he felt uncomfortable not knowing exactly what Marik was thinking or expecting from him.

Then as quick as anything Marik had tilted his face up towards his before Malik felt the others lips pressed firmly against his own in a bruising kiss in which Marik slipped his tongue into Malik's shocked mouth making the younger boy turn red. However it was over nearly as soon as it had started. Malik gazed up at Marik in awe,
"Is this what you want?" he heard Marik ask him bluntly and purposefully. He wasn't given a chance to reply before he found himself once more held firmly in place as one of Marik's hands trailed down his chest and lower torso sending shivers over his skin. Maik felt the fabric of his kilt loosen around him, then roughly pulled off and discarded in the water before he unexpectedly found himself flush against Mariks warm, firm,body making him suddenly light headed; he had only ever dreamed of getting so close to Marik.

Held close with one arm Malik felt the free hand roam over his shoulders, slide smoothly and meaningfully down his back and then – Malik cringed, suddenly feeling what he could only imagine was one of Marik's fingers entering him, and then another making him squirm slightly. Scared, confusedbut partially delighted with the sudden attention he was getting from the usually so cold and silent egyptian, Maliklooked up at Marik as ifto askwhy he was doing thisbut instead he yelped as the third roughlyjoined the first twobringing tears to his eyes at the abrupt pain as he felt Marik's fingers move about inside of him. He didn't know what to think as he felt a unusually pleasurable feeling build up within him slowly removing any of the apparent pain until it was a mere shadow to a more blissful feelingbut then swiftly he felt Marik remove his fingers from within him. In a daze he watched Marikstep away and look down at him with a look Malik never wanted to see directed at him.

"You'd make a good sex slave, I'm sure Pharaoh would like to keep you,"
Marik cringed at the words spat out so harshly that it was as though Marik was disgusted in him. Malik felt unwanted tears come to his eyes as he reached out to try and say something, anything but –
"Sorry to interrupt your little bonding session but Marik you should do something about those wounds of yours," Malik looked up quickly to see Bakura toss Marika a bundle of assorted bandages, Bakura looked down at him and smirked, "Having fun I see," he laughed before leaving down a path Malik hadn't noticed on his way here. Malik look down and was startled by just how aroused he had become by Marik's actions.

Confused, hurt and dwelling on how Marik had suddenly changed and ended things he moved away in search of his kilt with one last glance at Marik as the older guy bandaged up his arm wound. It didn't take him long to find his kilt leaving him standing in the water unsure whether to go back and try and talk with Marik or run away, nether option sounded good because where was he to run to? He couldn't go back to the Pharaoh, not now when anyone to come across Marik most certainly dies; how would he explain this?

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Stern and contemplating purple eyes watched the confused young boy as he collapsed defeated in the water. He didn't know why he let himself do what he did to the boy, once he had set his sights on removing the Pharaoh from the earth he had vowed to never get involved with anyone. It had been obviousthis boy was going to be trouble when he found himself hesitating to kill him but still he let him live and in doing so involving him in his plans against the Pharaoh, but he also knew he shouldn't have repeated those words to him; those words weren't meant for him. Things were becoming too complicated.

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Bakura woke up with a groan as he felt someone hit him over the head; it was Ryou. Muttering to himself the thief sat up and glared out the window and then at Ryou before lunging at the little brat who was with him. Mokuba dodged out off the way and headed out the door into the main room where Marik was standing with Joey; Malik wasn't anywhere to be seen.