Breakfast the next morning passed mostly in silence, but Bakura seemed more thoughtful than mad, so Marik didn't let it concern him. Once they were done eating, Bakura headed to the living room, and Marik followed. Bakura flopped down on the couch and turned on the TV, starting up the same movie he'd been watching the night before.
Bakura glanced at Marik. "I didn't get to finish it last night," he explained.
Marik gave him a smile. He was glad that it was Saturday, and he didn't have anything particular he had to be doing. He'd had a stressful week, and welcomed the chance to relax a little.
"Mind if I watch it with you?" Marik asked.
Bakura shrugged. "It's your house."
Marik sat down next to him, close enough that their legs were just barely touching. Bakura's body stiffened briefly, but then seemed to relax. Neither one of them moved or said a word throughout the entire movie.
Then, just as the credits started, Marik fairly leaped across Bakura to grab the remote and shut off the TV.
"Marik, you do realize that even if you turn off the movie before the credits, they still all get killed on the zombie island, right?"
"No," Marik said firmly. "I'm in denial about that."
Bakura rolled his eyes.
"I'm also in denial about Andy's death," Marik said.
Bakura couldn't help smiling a little. Marik loved watching the bloodiest, goriest horror movies they could find, and he never got scared, yet he could still manage to be such a kid about them sometimes.
"I guess Andy's death is pretty sad," Bakura finally conceded.
"It's awful!" said Marik. He looked thoughtful for a moment. "So, what do you think the saddest horror movie death ever is?"
Bakura shrugged. "Amanda, I guess."
"You guess?" Marik said, eyes widening. Almost unconsciously, he moved a little closer to Bakura as he spoke. "It's definitely the saddest. I'd never cry at a movie, but I mean, if I was the type to cry at movies, Amanda's death scene would definitely be the one thing I'd cry over."
Bakura gave him a sly smile. "Liar. I saw you start to tear up the last time you watched that."
"Did not!" yelled Marik, slapping Bakura lightly on the arm. "She's just...the best character ever!"
"She's a character who was abused as a kid, so she got all mad and decided to murder a bunch of random people in sadistic traps," Bakura said.
"Seems like a reasonable course of action to me," Marik said. Marik only managed to keep a straight face for a few seconds before his lips quirked into a smirk, and Bakura burst out laughing. Marik soon joined him.
By the time their laughter had died down, Marik had moved even closer to Bakura, and was resting a casual hand on his shoulder.
"So," said Marik, "top five favorite fictional female serial killers?"
Bakura unconsciously shifted his weight against Marik. "Well, I have to name Amanda, or you'll stab me."
"Right," said Marik. "Four more."
"Alright." Bakura thought for a moment. "Jennifer...Tiffany...Marie's mother...and...can I say Beth?"
"No, Beth only killed two people," Marik said. "That's not enough for her to be a serial killer. I specifically said female serial killers."
"Alright, then you have to give me Alice," Bakura said. "She killed tons of non-zombie Umbrella employees."
"Yeah, Alice counts," Marik said. "Wow, I'm impressed. Of the six characters you just named, only five could qualify as vengeance killers."
"Hey, what can I say? Tiffy's charming, even if she just kills for fun and not for vengeance."
Marik laughed and leaned further into Bakura. Bakura started to pull away a little, and suddenly, Marik's expression turned more serious.
"So...are you still mad?"
"I'm not mad," said Bakura.
He gave Marik a small, somewhat sad smile. He really didn't feel angry anymore; the previous night, he'd come to a kind of begrudging acceptance of how things had to be. Now, he was determined to just live in the moment and be with Marik while he could.
"You sure?" Marik asked, bringing him out of his thoughts. "You're really not mad anymore?"
Bakura smiled at Marik again, and this time, his smile seemed a little happier. He looked at Marik, noticing the way his blonde bangs were hanging over his wide, violet eyes. He looked...cute. His mouth was quirked up in a small smile and Bakura's gaze couldn't help but be drawn to his full lips. Bakura's smile slowly turned into a devilish smirk.
"Want me to prove it to you?" Bakura asked.
Before Marik could ask what he meant by that, Bakura leaned closer and placed his hand on the front of Marik's pants, lingering on the zipper. Immediately, Marik's breath caught and his eyes widened. They had had sex so many times, in so many ways, but with Marik, each moment still seemed like the first.
Marik imperceptibly nodded, indicating that he wanted Bakura to continue. Bakura got off the couch and slowly sank to his knees in front of Marik, his hands never leaving Marik's pants. He leisurely unzipped them, undid the button, and pulled them down Marik's thighs until his boxers were in full view. He sensed that Marik's breathing had quickened at that touch alone. Marik's cheeks were flushed and he seemed absolutely transfixed by Bakura's movements. When Bakura dragged the band of his boxers down, he found that Marik's dick was already hard, and he smirked, cupping the shaft and running his hands up and down several times.
Bakura watched Marik's reaction, and his own breath caught. Marik's hands were at his sides, digging into the couch cushions, his gaze still on Bakura. His eyes were wide, dilated, and his mouth ajar. When Bakura lowered his head, he kept his gaze on Marik, not breaking their eye contact, and slowly licked his cock at the tip. He squeezed the shaft below the head, carefully licking along the slit. Marik squirmed, thrusting upward slightly, as if he was impatient with Bakura's leisurely pace. His bright eyes smoldered, and his blond bangs again slid across his face, giving him an absolutely fiery look. Bakura's heart skipped a beat at the realization that he was the only thing currently in Marik's realm, the only thing he had eyes for, and it was exhilarating to capture that kind of attention.
When Marik thrust upward again, Bakura made a tsk tsk tsk sound, and murmured against the tip, "If I'm not doing this as part of a bet, I'm going to be as slow as I want."
Marik tried to glare at him, but it seemed he was too turned on to really manage it. Bakura smirked, enjoying the leverage, and decided to play with his reactions. He ran his fingertips beneath the shaft, winding his tongue along the length slowly and giving little kisses to the tip, small suctions that left Marik trembling after minutes of this deliberate, sluggish attention. Marik sucked in a deep breath, and Bakura could feel him squirming with need, on the verge of begging him to go faster, but Bakura had no intention of breaking this control. He ran the edges of his teeth against the soft, wet skin, so carefully that Marik gave an impulsive shiver.
"Bakura," Marik panted.
"Hmm?" Bakura murmured, and he knew the hum of his voice must have reverberated against Marik's skin, because he felt it twitch against his mouth.
"Bakura, you know- you know what I want."
Bakura chuckled, but continued his leisurely pace.
"And you know what I want."
Marik didn't reply to that, but his eyes blazed brighter, and his fingers dug deeper into the cushions, and his hips moved upward more insistently.
"Bakura."
Bakura smiled and sucked on the tip for an agonizing ten seconds before finally looking up and saying, "Then say it. Say it and I will."
Marik gazed down at him, and Bakura couldn't help the way that look affected him again, making his heart jump.
Bakura continued his slow, careful movements for a few more moments, and then-
"Please," Marik finally spit out.
Bakura didn't think he'd break Marik that easily, but it was clear that he'd dragged this out long enough. After another moment of unhurried licking and stroking, he suddenly wrapped his mouth around Marik's entire cock, pulling it in completely until it reached the back of his throat.
At that abrupt motion, Marik gasped audibly. His entire body tensed. Bakura heard the scratch of his fingernails against the cushions, using them as an anchor as Bakura feverishly began to lick and lap along Marik's cock, his mouth now entirely wrapped around it.
"Oh, fuck," Marik gasped again, and Bakura got exactly what he wanted: the feeling of completely surprising and satisfying his partner in a way that made him entirely moldable to his actions. He loved seeing Marik like this- undone, disheveled, overwhelmed. And what he loved the most about it was that he was the one that created that effect. It was his fingers roaming along Marik's thighs and cupping his balls; it was his tongue that trailed along the wet skin of his cock, sucking it in and leaving Marik panting hard and fast as he thrust into Bakura's mouth.
"Gods, Bakura," Marik murmured, and Bakura glanced up quickly to see Marik's head against the back of the couch, so lost in the feeling that his fingers trailed into Bakura's hair, clutching him frantically. His voice became a breathless, "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop-"
He was now completely at Bakura's will. His entire body was scorching, burning at Bakura's every touch, losing control of his voice and feverishly spluttering Bakura's name, that of deities, or both. And with each scratch of his fingernails against the cushions, Bakura's own fervor increased. He wanted to see Marik undone. He wanted to see the furious blush, hear the frantic pants, and feel the continuous shivers. It was gratifying, it was stimulating, it was so much sensation that Bakura felt like he was the one about to orgasm, not Marik.
Finally, thrusting upward one last time, Marik came, and Bakura sucked and licked him as he swallowed the come. When Marik was done, Bakura leaned back and smirked, watching the aftereffects of his ministrations. Marik was blushing, a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead and upper lip, as he zipped up his pants again. For a moment, Marik looked like he didn't know what had just happened. He lay against the couch for a few minutes, gathering his breath.
Bakura stood up, still smiling down at Marik.
"Thanks," Marik said, still breathless. "That was-"
"Amazing?"
"-really nice of you," Marik finished as he stood up from the couch. He caught Bakura's eye, and suddenly, he was the one wearing a devilish smirk. "So nice of you, actually, that I think I might want to return the favor."
Marik let that sentence linger as he edged closer to Bakura, coiling his fingers into the belt hoops of Bakura's pants, and pulled him sharply against himself. Bakura was winded by the provocative move, finding himself nose to nose with Marik. He had already been turned on by the blow job he'd just given Marik, and this sudden sultriness wasn't lessening his erection by any means. Especially the prospect of having the favor returned.
His lip quirked upward as he quietly said, "I wouldn't be opposed to that."
At that, Marik slowly trekked backward, pulling Bakura forward by his belt hoops, stepping back until he hit the edge of the couch, when he suddenly whirled them both around, and threw Bakura on the couch. Bakura landed roughly amongst the cushions, aroused by the forceful nature of Marik's throw. He kept careful eye contact with Marik as he approached the couch and sank to his knees, their positions now entirely reversed.
Marik's bright, fervent eyes were so enticing that Bakura almost didn't notice the sound of his zipper being undone, and the shuffle of his jeans against his thighs, and the feeling of Marik's hands on his cock. But then Marik closed his eyes and Bakura felt it all full-force. Marik started off being a complete tease. He eased the tip of his tongue onto Bakura's hardened dick, rubbing his cock with one hand, and taunting the slit with smooth, lapping strokes. It was agonizingly slow but so delicious. Bakura's breath caught each time Marik sucked him in. His fingers dug into Marik's hair, smoothing back his bangs and watching his mouth as his cock eased in and out of it.
He knew how he must have looked because Marik had been in the same position just minutes ago, but at the moment, he couldn't care less. He must have been mouthing Marik's name, trembling each time Marik's tongue swept against his cock, and giving some indication that Marik should go faster and shouldn't stop anytime soon. The feeling was indescribable. His entire body was no longer his own, his reactions transcending anything he would ever normally do, and his blood was rushing down so quickly that he was faint, lightheaded and drunk with a craving that was still not satisfied. He needed more. He dug his fingers into Marik's hair again, trying to be gentle but unable to stop himself from tugging his head closer.
He couldn't bear the overwhelming pressure that had built up inside him with each sucking motion, and finally, he started to thrust into Marik's mouth slowly. In perfect rhythm, Marik caught his thrusts, slickly lapping at his cock. As Marik began to speed up, Bakura closed his eyes, losing himself to the feeling entirely, until, filled with lust and trembling with the need to finally let go, he came.
Marik licked up all the come, swallowing it, and gave Bakura a smirk as he finished.
"Good?" he asked, sitting back down on the couch.
Bakura gave him a lazy smile, breathing in deeply, and Marik smiled back, somehow feeling gratified that he could leave Bakura so breathless. He watched him for a moment. Bakura's white hair was disheveled, his jeans still unbuttoned, his face filled with absolute euphoria. He looked completely fucked.
As Marik gazed at him, he was seized by a sudden impulse, and he leaned in and pressed his lips to Bakura's.
Marik had done it without thinking, and now he broke the kiss and quickly pulled back, wanting to stop before Bakura pushed him away. From the beginning, he'd tried to reign in his desire to engage in these acts of physical affection with Bakura- it was weird and embarrassing that he wanted to do things like this, and Bakura so often reacted negatively to it. He didn't even know why he wanted to do these things with Bakura, but he never let himself consider it too much, because Bakura obviously didn't want it, and after all, Bakura was the one who was dead set on leaving.
And the fact that Bakura would be gone soon was all the more reason for Marik not to let himself think about things like this. Bakura leaving, and the way that made him feel- well, he couldn't define exactly how it made him feel, and he didn't want to. Everything he'd been doing with Bakura conflicted entirely with all of his life goals. Marik had already risked his reputation just by keeping Bakura around for this long, and he'd done it because- he didn't want to consider why. He shouldn't let himself think about things that could distract him from his goals, and it was pointless anyway because Bakura wouldn't be around much longer- but Bakura's looming departure was the absolute last thing he wanted to dwell on. So Marik forced himself to push all thoughts on the subject firmly from his mind.
Marik now realized that the silence between himself and Bakura had stretched out for too long, and he nervously looked over at Bakura, checking to see if his impulsive kiss had made things awkward between them again.
But to Marik's relief, Bakura didn't seem perturbed, either about the kiss or the moment of quiet. He just smiled and slung a casual arm around Marik's shoulders.
"We can bet tomorrow if you want," said Bakura.
Marik let himself relax, smiling back and laying his head on Bakura's shoulder. "I'd like that."
AN: So, Davi always wants more informative ANs. OK, here's a (possibly) interesting fact. So, usually the way Tae and I co-write is that we discuss what's going to happen in a chapter, and then we decide which scenes we each want to write, then we write them independently, then we beta each other's scenes, then we talk again to make sure the scenes all flow together and then I do the html and upload it.
So, as you may have noticed, me and Tae both think of Thiefshipping as a versatile couple, as in there's no strict top or bottom. But as for me, I strongly prefer Bakura on the bottom, and don't really like Marik on the bottom. Like, from a logical perspective, I think they're versatile, but just based on pure personal preference, I really, really like Bakura on the bottom. Tae's preference isn't nearly as strong. She said something like "57% Marik topping, 43% Bakura topping." And I was like, "Wow, that's really specific." So anyways, every time there's a scene where Bakura's going to bottom, I'm all like "Mineminemine, please let me write it!" And every time there's a scene where Marik's going to bottom, I'll all like, "Eugh, Marik bottoming, you can write that one." So I wrote all the scenes where Bakura bottoms, and Tae wrote all the scenes where Marik bottoms, with the exception of one. And Tae wrote all the blow job scenes, except for one short one from earlier in the fic, because I'm really terrible at writing blow job scenes. I don't even know why I'm so terrible at it, I just like, always have trouble putting much detail in.
OK Davi-Davi, hope you found that interesting LOL.
Oh, and because the first review asked, of course those are all real movies. In this chapter, they're watching Dawn of the Dead (the remake...which is vastly superior to the original, in case you wanted to know.) The horror movie characters mentioned are Amanda from the Saw series, Jennifer from I Spit On Your Grave, Tiffany from Child's Play 4: Bride of Chucky, Marie's mother from Last House on the Left, Beth from Hostel 2, and Alice from the Resident Evil movie series.
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