Chapter Four
After dinner, Marik had permitted Bakura to take a shower and Bakura eagerly did so. The water felt great on his skin and he was more than happy to be rid of that dreadful ballerina costume. Bakura's mind was wandering as he stepped from the shower and wrapped himself in a towel. As Bakura looked up, his brown eyes met lavender ones. He gasped in shock. Marik smirked at him from his perch on top of the sink.
"How was your shower?" Marik asked softly, one leg swinging absently beneath him, just shy of hitting the side of the cabinet each time. Bakura regained his composure and spoke.
"Wonderful, thank you." Bakura generally felt it best not to be kind to anyone, but since this was the man holding him captive, he felt that perhaps kindness wasn't such a bad option. Marik smiled predatorily, taking him in. Bakura watched him nervously.
"You know…I can't say why I didn't notice this earlier…but you're exceptionally beautiful. Do you know that?" Marik stated plainly. Bakura blushed slightly, pulling a pair of boxers on.
"I…I have been told so occasionally, yes."
"Hmm…" Marik said, looking him over once more.
"Yes?"
"Come here, Bakura." Marik commanded.
Bakura approached, not wanting to upset his captor. Marik caught Bakura's chin in his fingers lightly and leaned in, kissing him. Bakura sighed, the feeling of another man's lips on his own entirely alien to him. He couldn't say that it was unpleasant. The pair kissed for a moment and then pulled apart, Marik's hands resting gently on Bakura's pale, damp shoulders. Bakura looked up at him.
"Did you mean what you said earlier?"
"What did I say earlier?"
"That…you…wanted to have sex with me?"
"Did I say that?"
"Not quite in those exact words, but yes, you said that," Bakura stated truthfully.
"Hmm…yes. Not at the moment. I'm satisfied for right now. Well, sexually at least…but I could use a cuddle. Are you interested Bakura?"
"Where's Atem?" Bakura asked softly. Marik sighed.
"I have allowed him to watch television down stairs. Come on, Bakura…I know you want to cuddle with me…" Generally, cuddling was something Bakura simply wouldn't do, no matter what amount of persuasion was applied. This time, however, Bakura complied. He nodded.
"Splendid!" Marik exclaimed, leading Bakura out of the bathroom and to his bedroom. Sitting on the bed, he took the towel from Bakura's hair and gently began to dry him off, ringing the excess moisture from his hair with delicate motions. Bakura sighed, laying back and burying under the thick comforter. Marik climbed in beside him and pulled him close. He pressed a kiss to the pale one's forehead. Bakura wrapped his arms around Marik's waist and snuggled up close, face nuzzled into his tan chest.
"Are you happy?" Marik asked quietly once they were settled.
"Pardon?"
"Are you happy, Bakura? Are you happy right now?" Marik asked. Bakura thought this over momentarily.
"I suppose I am."
"Then I suppose you'll be happy here, won't you?"
"I suppose I will." Bakura said uncertainly. He'd stay happy as long as Marik continued to treat him as he was at this moment.
"Then I suppose you'll be happy with me, won't you?" Marik asked slyly.
"I…what are you asking?" Bakura said, positioning himself so that he could look into the lavender eyes.
"It wouldn't be so terrible if you were mine, would it Bakura?" Marik asked, burying his face in the wet locks of white.
"I…I suppose not…" Bakura said finally, voice soft and uneven with confusion.
"Then I suppose that makes you my boyfriend…well, one of them."