Chapter Three

Atem turned off the water in the steam-filled room. The bubbles were high and scented. He glanced up in time to see Marik slipping off the robe, standing naked before him. Marik looked straight at Atem, eyes unreadable. Atem felt a blush rising in his cheeks and looked away. Marik pulled his lips into a smirk as he dipped a foot into the hot water. Soon enough, his entire body, up to his shoulders, was submerged. Atem turned to go.

"Where are you going?" Marik asked. Atem turned to face him once more, trying not to stare at his gorgeous bronze body. Marik raised an eyebrow. "Come. Get in with me." Atem felt his stomach jump nervously. He slid out of his clothes rather clumsily. Marik stared in amusement, checking out his tight little body.

The water was warm around the pharaoh as he climbed in beside his new master. Marik smirked and put an arm around the pharaoh. Atem felt himself shiver at the man's touch. Marik took note of it.

"Does this feel nice to you, Atem?" Marik purred, burying his face in the smaller boy's neck. Despite his better judgement, Atem felt himself leaning into the touch. Atem responded to his words by getting a little bit closer. Of course it felt nice to him. He hadn't ever been held like this. He was usually the one doing the holding. Marik kissed the top of his head, then let his kisses rain down upon his jaw. Atem closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of being loved.

Wait a minute…loved?

Atem focused on the other Yami for a moment, watching as he slid down his body enough to rest his face in Atem's chest. Atem put his arms around him cautiously. He wasn't sure why this was happening, but it felt nice. Marik broke the silence.

"You understand me better than he does. I can sense it. You respond to my touch. I feel drawn to you, Atem. I feel like not bringing you here would have been a mistake. Do you understand?" Atem nodded at Marik, hypnotized by his beautiful voice. He was alluring to say the least. "Good…" Marik whispered, leaning down to kiss Atem on the lips. The pharaoh couldn't hold back; he let himself go, kissing back with all the desire that had been built up inside of him. It was no secret that Marik was attractive. His beautiful tanned skin seemed to glow, begging to be caressed. That's exactly what Atem did. His captor moaned softly as Atem's lips travled down his neck, down his chest, down his well-defined abs. Atem couldn't stop himself. The kisses began to grow more heated. The two naked men were panting softly now, hands exploring the other's body, loving the sounds the other made. Marik picked Atem up gently, placing him on his lap and sliding three fingers into the mouth of the smaller. Atem sucked obediently, gazing into Marik's eyes as he did so. This caused a smirk to form along Marik's beautiful lips. Pulling the fingers from the mouth of the ex-pharaoh, Marik gently pushed open Atem's legs, searching for his hole. Having found it, he slid the fingers one after the other into the tiny man's tight body. Atem winced, tears filling his eyes at the sudden pain. This didn't last for long. Growing accustomed to the feeling, even beginning to enjoy it, he nuzzled his face into the other man's neck, breathing heavy and uneven. After stretching the former pharaoh out properly, Marik removed his fingers, kissing Atem once more on the lips.

"Are you ready, baby?" Marik asked him softly. Atem panted, nodding. Marik picked him up gently by the hips and slowly lowered him onto his swollen cock. Atem gasped sharply, adjusting to the feeling of having the other man's rather large member intruding his body. Atem let himself adjust before moaning a simple command to the man that was to become his lover.

"Fuck me…"

Marik started to thrust into him, enticing moans and groans from the one on his lap. Atem rode him like his life depended on it. He couldn't repress the screams that escaped his lips.

"MARIK! MORE! GIVE ME MORE! Uh! Oh god…oh baby…oh, MORE!" He was riding up and down on the beautiful Egyptian's lap, fingers twined in the soft blonde hair. This felt more than good. It was amazing. Atem saw stars as Marik's length brushed his sweet spot. Atem pulled on the blonde locks in his hands without meaning to, forcing a loud moan of approval out of the bigger man. Atem's moans and screams were music to Marik's ears.

"You like that baby? You like it when I hit you there?"

"Oh…fuck me there! More baby! More!" He was panting, not used to being submissive. Marik's hand snaked around Atem's neglected cock and began to rub, pumping it for all it was worth. Atem's cries grew louder, his orgasm close at this point. Marik continued jerking him slowly, sinking his teeth into the shoulder of his lover. Atem screamed his name, shooting his cream all over Marik. Marik continued his thrusts into the spent man and soon enough shot his own cum inside his tiny little body. Both were speechless. Both were spent. They clung to each other, panting heavily with satisfaction.

"Hey...hey! Dinner's ready!" Bakura shouted from behind the closed door. Atem could feel a blush rising in his cheeks as he struggled out of the water and into his clothes.

Marik looked up at him from his position in the tub and whispered with a naughty smirk, "be sure to save room for desert, young pharaoh…"