(Chapter three here! I can't believe it's taken me so long to come back to this. I feel so bad to keep some of you waiting. ZOMG! Anyway this chapter holds a lot of gore and mild smut. Maybe that can make up for my absence. Enjoy!)
Chapter Three: Ivory and Crimson
Three days have passed since the Ishtar family moved to London to start anew. All seemed well. Odion and Ishizu were very pleased with Marik considering he'd been too pre-occupied with re-modeling his room/attic that he hadn't killed anyone. Perhaps things were finally turning around for the better for once.
Marik fell back onto his mattress and pile of pillows and inspected his domain. Everything looked awesome. The purple Christmas lights looked great as they lined the walls, he had a dark shade of purple carpet put in and the walls were covered with various band, singer, and movie posters, but some how it didn't seem complete. It just didn't seem to satisfy him. Marik continued to look about till it struck him.
"That's it!" Marik rolled onto the floor and rushed down the stairs. "I'm going out!" Marik through on his favorite trench coat with fur lined hood and bolted to the door.
"Where?" Ishizu called from the kitchen.
"Hardware store! I need a chandelier." With that said, Marik left without further question.
"Well, well, well. So we meet again?" Bakura smirked from atop the tenement stairs. He kept his red eyes on Marik as he gracefully walked down the stone stairs. "Going my way?"
"That is if you're going to work?" Marik answered smugly.
Bakura snickered and smirked up at the taller male. "I am, but that doesn't give you the right to assume that I will allow you to follow me yet again Love."
Marik raised a blonde eyebrow then hollered out a laugh, "My dear Bakura, I don't ask permission to do anything. Especially not from some one I barely met days ago." Marik turned away from Bakura in an uppity manner with a slight swish of the hips. "But I give 'you' permission to follow me."
Bakura tilted his head then a smile formed on his lips. "Sure. I'll take you up on that offer. I can't deprive myself of such a lovely back seat view."
"What!" Marik yelled.
"Nothing. Nothing. Now, you were going to lead me, correct?"
The glare that Marik threw towards Bakura screamed that he really wanted to kill the Brit now, but Bakura still remained oblivious to what Marik was capable of committing if pushed far enough to the edge. Yet still Marik, as if in a different situation, did not kill the Brit, but instead rushed to Bakura's side.
"You're an asshole." Marik pouted
"Yes I have one."
Both males turned to one another, Marik with shock and Bakura with a smirk, and began laughing as if they were old friends. A strange feeling for both.
As both continued down the street Marik got a particularly sick vision of Bakura with his chest cavity ripped open. It was beautiful, quit satisfying indeed.
"So what is your pleasure today?"
Marik was pulled out of his sick world by Bakura's raspy voice. "Uh….. a chandelier. You have any at your store?"
"No, but I can take you where they do have them."
The vision returned and Marik smirked, if Bakura wasn't the same guy that Marik mistook him for then it should be alright to kill him once he got what he desired. "Okay."
"So now that you got what you wanted, how would you like to see some of the other cool shops?"
"Are you asking me on a date Bakura?" Marik smiled a toothy grin at Bakura.
"Maybe? I'd fuck you."
Marik's eyes widened at Bakura's comment and a slight anger filled him. He looked up to the sky, it was getting late so if he could keep Bakura out long enough he'd have the perfect chance to kill the brit. "Alright let's go."
They started on their way but Marik paused to glare at a group of males eyeing them with teasing eyes. The first solution that entered Marik's demented mind was to slit their throats which would be an easy task with the rod. He reached behind himself to pull the rod from his belt loop but halted when he heard a click. Bakura had a fancy silver switchblade in his grasp.
"You basterds try anything and your dead." Bakura said calmly with a crazed grin. One male laughed mockingly at Bakura's threat and pulled out a knife, the others followed. Great!
"You're not in the position to be making threats pretty boy."
"Not alone he's not." Marik stepped forward with the rod unsheathed and held out in a threatening manner. Bakura eyed the long point and a smirk forced its way onto his face. He was in love! "Now how 'bout you children put those toys away before someone dies?"
"Protecting your faggot lover now are we love?" The male inched closer to Marik, but unlike Marik this male had fear.
By this point no civilians were around except Marik, Bakura, and their targets. Their prey.
"Jealous?" Marik smirked cruelly at the, plain to see, enraged male. The comment did not sit well with the knife wielding male at all and this caused an immense amount of frustration and anger to build up within him, in which pushed him to lunge forward into an attack. He was more then ready to spill blood, but unlike Marik who had spent years in the profession of slaughter could see clearly that this male's attempt to kill was very messy. This inserted the idea in Marik's mind that such an ill-attack could only be excused by the murder of its inflictor, of this he was sure.
Marik quickly maneuvered to the left away from the blades point and with a quick turn and thrust of the arm he slashed open the male's side. The wound sprayed Marik's khaki pants with its warm crimson blood. The sight of such a grotesque attack caused all the other males to run like cowards except for one that was plastered by fear to the place which he stood. As if he could hear the very shaking of the male's bones within Bakura whipped his ivory head and his red colored eyes dilated and a frightening chuckle escaped his lips.
"You are a fool to not have run with the others." Bakura lunged and tackled the fear stricken male to the stone ground. Now that his prey was down Bakura, without much hesitation, began to rapidly plunge his switch into the male's face till there was no sign of a normal human face ever being there at all. Long streams of laughter began to escape Bakura's bloodied lips quietly but soon erupted in a rivers of maniacal hollers.
Marik watched as Bakura threatened the dead corpse with obscene words and he realized then that this was not the same male from which he confused Bakura for. He now recalled innocence, such a pristine innocence. Yet the resemblance still baffled Marik.
Marik idolly made his way to Bakura and lifted him up by the arm gently. Bakura's pale face and hair were all coated in fresh and drying blood. This new view of Bakura caused Marik to flush madly and without a state of mind he crashed his lips to Bakura's, tasting the iron of the blood that had coated Bakura's lips. He half expected Bakura to make a fuss or even stab him but the clank of metal hitting concrete and the heavenly feel of Bakura's hands on Marik's ass made him think differently.
Night completely covered the skies in black and the only light that lit the streets were lamps and shop door lights, but this light did not reach the alley in which lust filled kisses were being shared and hungry hands were searching areas that paid pleasureful moans of ecstasy. Area that were ivory and tan alike.
Bakura sucked and nipped at Marik's tan neck as said male caressed Bakura's hips. Slight giggles came from Bakura and he looked up into lavender eyes. Those eyes that were narrowed with lust. Bakura was about to lay another kiss on Marik's mouth when he was disturbed by a gasp of fear.
"Oh God!" Standing beneath the street light which laid the body that Marik dealt stood an officer with a gun in hand, pointing at the two obvious killers. Bakura growled as he pushed Marik away and retrieved his switch. With up most anger he threw the blade at the officer and caught him between the eyes. Bakura approached the new body and slammed his boot down hard upon the officer's face and pulled the blood bathed switch out of the skull. Bakura examined the switch then to Marik's shock began to lick up the blood. A wide grin shun on Marik's face and he rushed to Bakura and took the Brit's hand within his and also began licking at the blade. For a minuet Bakura was confused but soon accepted the event and continued to indulge himself. Like children sharing a Popsicle they'd laugh when ever their tongues touched.
This was an odd feeling for Marik. He'd never shared a kill before and he'd never had such erotic contact with anyone before in his life. It was all so new, but he liked it. Marik no longer visioned himself penetrating Bakura's ivory skin with his rod, now he saw a new form of penetration that he had never given a second thought before.