"Where the hell are you guys?" yelled Bakura.
"Where are you?" Ryou's voice answered him, sounding a bit tinny as it came through the small speakers of Bakura's stolen laptop.
"I'm all the way on the other side of the field!" said Bakura.
"All the way over there?" Marik's voice came from behind him. Marik was sitting at his computer desk, and Bakura was on the couch, facing away from him.
"What do you mean, all the way over there? How far away are you guys?" asked Bakura.
"We're still back at the safe house," said Ryou.
"What the fuck!" screamed Bakura. "We finished getting the supplies ten minutes ago! How are you still there?"
"Calm down, Bakura," said Marik.
"Don't tell me to calm down!" said Bakura. "Fuck! I'm getting mobbed!"
"Use your machete," said Ryou.
"What the hell do you think I'm doing?" said Bakura.
"Really, Ryou, you don't think he'd be using his machete?" asked Marik. "He's been whining about that damn thing since the moment we started playing. I want a machete. Do you think there'll be a machete soon? Do either of you guys see a machete? I don't like playing without a machete."
"Shut up, Marik," Bakura said, frantically clicking to decapitate the zombies surrounding him. "Fuck!"
"Don't worry, we're coming, Bakura," said Ryou.
"Well, hurry the fuck up, I'm running out of health!" Bakura said. "How close are you now?"
"We're about halfway across the field now," said Marik. "Just hang on."
"Gods, you guys do this every time! Every damn time! You just stand around and stand around, for no reason, and I finally get bored and wander off, and then I get swarmed and you guys are still in the same damn place, doing nothing!"
"Well, maybe you shouldn't wander off," said Marik. "I told you that you get mobbed if you wander off alone."
"Or maybe you guys shouldn't stand around doing nothing!" said Bakura. "Fuck! Oh, fuck this! Now I'm covered in Boomer bile!"
"It's OK, Bakura, we'll be there any second," Ryou said. "Oh- no, wait, Marik startled the witch."
"How?" Bakura screamed. "Every time, Marik! Every damn time! How do you even manage that?"
"It's no big deal, I've got this," Marik said. "I can kill her."
"You know, Marik, if you have that kind of trouble aiming, it might be better for you to focus on using a melee weapon," Ryou said helpfully.
"I swear to the gods, Ryou," Marik said in a warning voice.
"Now I'm down! It made me switch to the stupid pistol!" said Bakura.
"Well, I killed the witch," said Ryou. "I'm almost there now."
"No, it's too late!" said Bakura. "Look at this! Look at this! I'm dead!"
"Sorry, Bakura," said Ryou, genuinely sounding contrite.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, Bakura, I'm dead, too," said Marik.
"Ugh! No, that doesn't make it better! It's worse!" yelled Bakura. "I'm not starting over at the safe house again! I'm not! I'm done with this! I can't play this game with you two idiots!"
At this last, Bakura made an expansive gesture, and his hand knocked over the soda he had sitting on the small coffee table in front of him. Marik heard the sound and immediately whipped his head around to see the can of pop on the floor, soda slowly spilling from its mouth and flowing onto the carpet.
"Bakura!" yelled Marik. "Do you even notice that you just knocked over your pop? And that it's leaking all over the floor?"
"I did notice, I just...somehow, I just couldn't seem to care," said Bakura.
"Well at least pick it up before more of it goes onto the carpet!" Marik yelled, leaping up from his chair.
"No...no, I don't think I'll be doing that," said Bakura.
Ryou giggled. "I guess you weren't kidding about him always trying to destroy your carpet."
Marik furiously grabbed the can of pop off the floor. There was already a huge puddle surrounding it.
"Have fun cleaning that up, Marik," said Bakura.
"Fuck you," said Marik, as he marched into the kitchen to throw the can away and get some paper towels.
"Well, you two are obviously preoccupied, and I should be going soon anyway," Ryou said. "Cordy is going to be here soon, and-"
Ryou cut himself off when he realized that neither one of them was paying the slightest bit of attention to him anymore, and he signed off with a laugh.
By then, Marik was down on his hands and knees, trying to soak up the spill without much success.
"Damn it, I'm going to need to get more paper towels. I hope you're happy now, Bakura."
"Marginally happier, yes," Bakura said.
"Gods, you're insufferable," Marik said, stalking off to get more cleaning supplies.
Moments later, Marik came back, and then he was on the floor again, continuing his futile attempts to keep the soda from leaving a stain on the carpet. Bakura stretched, putting his hands behind his head and his feet up on the coffee table as he looked down at Marik.
"You know, you're never going to get rid of that now," Bakura said, laughing derisively. "It's really funny to watch you try, though."
"Alright, that's it!" yelled Marik. He threw down the paper towels and grabbed Bakura's arm, hauling him up off the couch. "We're dueling right now.And when I win, I'm going to make you sorry!"
Bakura jerked his arm out of Marik's grasp and gave him a scowl, but he went along with him to the kitchen. Bakura sat down at the table as Marik threw open the cabinet, getting out their cards and then slamming the door shut.
"If you win," Bakura corrected him. "I wouldn't count on that."
Marik scoffed as he sat down across from Bakura, tossing his deck at him and then beginning to shuffle his own cards. "You do remember that I've beaten you the last three days in a row, don't you?" asked Marik. He started to look through his pockets for a coin.
Bakura could hardly forget. Since they'd agreed to start betting again, they'd dueled every night, and Bakura seemed to be having a terrible run of luck with his cards, because he'd lost every time.
The first time, Marik had shoved him face-first against the wall the moment they'd gotten into the bedroom, pulling down Bakura's jeans and boxers in one swift motion. Then Marik had pushed his own pants and boxers down partway, not even bothering to take them off, as if he couldn't stand to wait another moment. Marik had spent only a few seconds preparing Bakura. Bakura's body was used to being fucked by now, so he didn't really need preparation, though it did make things a bit smoother. But Marik had started out hard and fast right away, not giving Bakura even a second to adjust. It had hurt a little, but Bakura hadn't wanted him to stop. And soon Bakura had become accustomed to Marik's size, and then Marik had started hitting that spot, and an instant later Marik had slipped a hand around Bakura's waist to play with his cock, biting down on his throat from behind at the same time. When Bakura came, he'd screamed so loud he honestly wondered if the neighbors might have heard it. Afterward, Bakura had fairly collapsed against the wall, and Marik had to hook an arm around his chest to keep him upright and hold him steady while he finished inside him.
The next time had been gentler, Bakura lying on his stomach on the bed, his legs slightly spread, Marik's body pressed against his, and Marik's hands possessively grasping Bakura's wrists as he moved inside him slowly and gently lapped at the wound he'd previously created on Bakura's neck. Near the end, Marik had pulled him up onto his knees so he could reach around and stroke his erection, his other arm wrapped tight around Bakura's waist as he finished him off. When it was over, they'd collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and fallen asleep, bodies intertwined.
The third time, before they started, Marik had leaned in and whispered, Before I take you, I'm going to make you ready...but not with my fingers...with my tongue, and Bakura hadn't been able to suppress a shiver. Then Marik had teased him until he couldn't think, keeping him desperate and on edge for hours before eventually leaving him a shaking but very satisfied mess sprawled out on the bed. Marik had kissed him that time, afterward, just briefly, just once, their lips brushing for only an instant, and it had taken all of Bakura's willpower to restrain himself from pulling Marik in for more.
"I said, heads or tails?"
Bakura quickly snapped back to the present. "Tails," he said. "And don't think you're going to win just because you got lucky a few times. You are so fucked tonight. Literally and metaphorically."
The coin came up tails, and Marik gave Bakura a sardonic look. "You just can't accept that I've become a better duelist than you."
Bakura glared at Marik and slammed a card face down on the table. "You can't seriously believe that."
"It's just the truth," said Marik. "Besides, it shouldn't bother you. After all, you prefer losing."
"What?"
"Come on, Bakura, you clearly like it better when I'm the one fucking you," said Marik, placing a 4-Starred Ladybug of Doom face down on his side of the field. "Hasn't that become pretty obvious by now?"
"I- I don't prefer it!" said Bakura, choosing at this point to sacrifice a four-starred monster to raise the Summoned Skull, which promptly defeated the only skill Marik's Ladybug could offer. "Just because I don't mind it doesn't mean- I mean, obviously, I'd much rather be on top."
In the same turn, Bakura played the Necrovalley card, and Marik could sense one of their typical strategies building on Bakura's side of the field- summoning as many Gravekeeper's monsters as possible to ensure that their attack was increased by 500 extra points, which could then be used to overpower any monsters Marik raised. Additionally, Bakura used his turn to play the Dancing Fairy, which would only serve to keep his life points high until Marik found a way to destroy the card.
"You just keep telling yourself that," said Marik, examining his cards and lamenting the unlucky streak he seemed to be having this duel. "Honestly, Bakura, it's truly pathetic that you still won't admit how much you love it when I totally subjugate you."
"What- no, I- I don't!" said Bakura, trying to look affronted but only looking flustered.
Marik laughed, and Bakura glowered at him, eyes glinting with rage. "Oh, don't act like you don't enjoy the consequences of losing," said Bakura. He glanced back at their game, which was proceeding rather quickly as he had managed to raise a Gravekeeper's Assailant and a Gravekeeper's Guard over the last several turns.
"Oh, I guess I don't mind it so much...anymore...now that you don't totally suck at it," said Marik, his eyes sparkling maliciously.
Bakura's face immediately went red with anger. "You will pay for that, Ishtar," he growled. "By the time you're dueling in front of all those people and cameras this Saturday, you still won't be walking right."
Marik turned back to their game, hoping that his unlucky streak might end, but finding that none of his best monsters or spell cards was surfacing in his hand. Several turns later, Bakura's Necrovalley proved to have a powerful effect on Marik's life points, and even though Marik was finally able to destroy the Dancing Fairy and stop Bakura's life points from increasing, there wasn't much left to do but watch the ball swing into Bakura's court, so to speak, and hope for the best.
"We'll just see about that," Marik finally responded. "Even if you win, I still might get to fuck you. After all, it's happened more than once. The last time was...let's see, that time you made me take my shirt off, and you could have fucked me, and you rode me instead."
"Yeah, and when I did that, you only lasted about two minutes," Bakura smirked.
Marik's cheeks went crimson. "I- you-"
Then Bakura played Monster Reborn, and any hope Marik had of winning dissipated. His cards had been bad the entire game, and the only decent monster he'd had was now on Bakura's side of the field, while his side was defenseless.
"Oh, and look at that," Bakura said, taking Hayabusa Knight from Marik's graveyard. "Looks like I can use this to attack you for the last of your life points. Who's the better duelist now?"
"Fuck," said Marik. And before he could even blink, Bakura was already up, and had grabbed him by the wrist, dragging him toward the bedroom.
"You are going to be so sorry," Bakura said, pulling Marik along. "We'll just see who likes it best on the bottom."
Bakura started undressing the instant they were in the bedroom. He'd pulled off his shirt before Marik even closed the door behind them, and was undoing his belt when Marik crossed his arms, giving him a dirty look.
"You know, I can't even believe that you won," Marik said finally, as if it had been on the tip of his tongue since Bakura stood up and dragged him into the bedroom. He pulled his shirt off in one swipe and started on his jeans. "That was the unluckiest game I think I've ever had. First, I wasn't getting any monsters," Marik paused long enough to unbutton his jeans and start pulling them down, "second, when I finally did get monsters, they were all too powerful for me to summon and needed at least one sacrifice, which I didn't have. And third, I seriously think you loaded up your deck with way too many spell and trap cards. There is no way you can have that many Malevolent Nuzzlers and Black Pendants on your monsters in the course of one game. Oh, and don't even get me started on the Dancing Fairy!"
As he finished, he jumped on the bed and kicked off his jeans, now only in his boxers.
Bakura rolled his eyes as he peeled off his jeans and then his boxers, approaching the bed completely nude now. "Marik, the game was totally fair. I didn't put any extra cards in my deck, and even if you were unlucky- which I don't believe, by the way- there's no way you can deny that you lost, and I won."
Marik's face turned bright red with what Bakura assumed to be irritation. He wasn't even looking at Bakura's naked body, as he normally would, so it was safe to assume he wasn't blushing out of arousal. He gave Bakura an incredibly vile look, taking off his boxers without even looking and pulling himself higher on the bed.
"Doubtful," he scoffed.
"That I won?"
"No, that you didn't cheat! I'm convinced that you had at least one too many spell cards," Marik said, as Bakura settled himself on top of Marik and their bare skin brushed together. For a moment, Marik looked distracted as Bakura placed an arm against the pillow and edged his knee between Marik's legs.
"Well, I can promise you I didn't put any extra cards in my deck," Bakura snapped, getting irritated now that Marik was still bringing up the duel. "You can't blame me for you having such poor dueling skills, even after we've been practicing for this long."
"Me? Poor dueling skills? Says the person who's lost to me three days in a row," Marik said, his voice now a little more strained as Bakura lowered his head and traced the curve of Marik's neck with his tongue.
"And did you ever hear me complaining even once about you cheating, or me being unlucky, or not having any monster cards, or no spell cards, or you having too many cards? Not once."
Marik snorted, but that noise turned into a sharp breath as Bakura's lips suddenly curled around Marik's nipple and he gave it a playful, careful bite and then sucked it between his teeth. Marik fell quiet for an instant, subdued by the motion of Bakura's mouth catching his nipple and twirling his tongue around it. Bakura's hand found Marik's other, unattended nipple and gave it a slow squeeze, causing Marik to hiss and arch into him.
"You have complained, actually," Marik finally said, as if resurfacing from a brief distraction. "Don't give me this crap about not complaining, because all you've been doing the past few days is-ah!" he paused again, arching as Bakura flicked his finger against Marik's nipple, and then took it into his mouth to continue sucking on it. "-is complaining. I mean, take...take that dumb thing today with the shooter game! What was up with you, anyway? You totally blew up for no reason."
"Oh, please. I blew up for no reason?" Bakura asked, his hands now roaming down the length of Marik's body and settling on his hips. He could tell that Marik was way too distracted by today's arguments to stop talking even for the sake of sex, and it was starting to piss him off. His grip dug into Marik's thighs as he continued, "Both you and Ryou act like you have no fucking idea what you're doing when you're playing that game. Of course I got mad! I can't even get anything accomplished in the game because either I'm dying and neither of you are around to help or I have to sit around and wait for you both to catch up."
With that, Bakura ducked his head and continued licking across Marik's chest. He would just have to find other, more seductive pathways to get Marik to stop talking long enough for them to fuck. He settled lower between Marik's legs as he licked his way down his stomach and made it down to Marik's dick, which was now half-hard. He curled his fingers around it, moving up and down its length as he took the tip into his mouth and sucked hard on it.
"You could- ah, oh gods, don't stop that- you could be a little more considerate about that when we're playing. Obviously...obviously Ryou and I are still new to the game and- and we're not sure of what we're doing..." His breath caught again as Bakura opened his mouth wider and took Marik in completely. Marik was totally hard now. He was raking his fingers down the sheets, making small moaning sounds, and pushing up into Bakura's mouth. His mouth was ajar as he watched Bakura, a flush across his cheeks.
It seemed like Bakura had finally managed to subdue Marik when he suddenly spoke again.
"But, you know, it really isn't fair of you to get that upset about a stupid game," Marik said. "Especially when it causes you to throw pop all over my carpet!"
"Oh, for the love of-" Bakura snapped, removing his mouth from Marik's cock. "Will you shut up about your fucking carpet?"
"No," Marik said, and he still looked so irritated that the loss of Bakura's mouth around his dick didn't even seem to bother him. "You have destroyed my carpet time and time again, and you don't even care that it bothers me. I think you're doing it just to spite me!"
Bakura smirked because that was exactly why he was doing it. Still. This wasn't the time to indulge Marik's argument because they were in the middle of sex, and by the gods, he would continue to have sex with Marik even if he talked the whole way through.
"Marik, trust me when I say that it wasn't on purpose, so if you'll please shut up about the carpet, I can get on with this."
Marik looked briefly assuaged as Bakura chose this moment to start a new form of foreplay, hoping that maybe this would distract Marik long enough. He briefly cupped Marik's balls before touching him even lower, until his fingers brushed against Marik's ass, just briefly brushing against the hole. He heard Marik's breath hitch, and decided to continue. Needing more access, he placed one hand under Marik's knee and brought it up over his shoulder, and then lowered his head down until his face was right up against Marik's opening, and he tentatively started licking there.
It was strange at first, but Bakura was reminded of the times Marik had done this to him, and how pleasurable it had been. With only that thought in mind, he now traced the skin with his tongue, experimentally poking it into the hole.
Predictably, Marik broke the silence.
"Are you just doing this to make me want to get fucked?"
That was exactly what Marik had been doing the first time he'd given Bakura a rim job. Marik had been trying to break Bakura to make him want to be fucked, and perhaps Bakura could now do the same to Marik.
"Yes, obviously. Now will you let me get on with it?"
And then Marik had the nerve to start laughing. With Bakura pressed right up to his asshole, licking his way around it and into it, he was laughing. Bakura stopped and shot Marik a sharp look of irritation.
"Is this going back to our whole argument about getting subjugated?" Marik asked, and despite the tone of his voice, he sounded a bit breathless. "You're not going to get me to prefer being on the bottom, Bakura. That's all you, and I'm pretty sure I've already proven that to the both of us."
Bakura scoffed, and decided to try something else. He licked along Marik's thighs, biting very delicately into the skin and tracing upward until he was licking along Marik's balls and dick again.
Finally, he glanced up at Marik. "Like I said, I don't prefer getting fucked. I'd much rather be the one fucking you."
Before Marik could respond, Bakura lowered himself and pressed his face close to Marik's hole again, proceeding to lick it more vigorously now. He swirled his tongue in circular motions, just as he remembered Marik doing to him not so long ago.
"I don't think so," Marik finally said, but despite his words, he shook against Bakura, pushing into him as he continued licking him there. "You- you loved it when I did this to you...You loved getting fucked by me afterward."
"Shut up," Bakura growled, pressing his tongue deeper into Marik's opening until Marik trembled up against him. For a few moments, they were silent, and the only noises were Marik's quiet moans and the sounds Bakura was making with his tongue.
After a moment, Bakura couldn't help but say, "You sound like you're enjoying it."
Marik shivered as Bakura continued, but finally said, "It's decent. I'm sure if I was doing this to you, you'd be losing your head over it."
"Oh, really?" Bakura said, removing his mouth. "Well, if it's just decent, why don't we get on with something you'll enjoy more?"
Bakura moved toward the nightstand, where he pulled out the bottle of lube from a drawer and coated his fingers in it. He placed his hands back on Marik's ass, slowly adding a finger inside to loosen him further. Admittedly, Marik probably was better at finding that particular spot that made sex so fantastic, but Bakura was getting faster at finding it, too. He hooked his finger and pressed deeper inside, changing the angle until he felt Marik shiver against him. He did the same with a second finger until he was sure Marik was ready, and then removed his hand. Coating himself in lube, he pressed right up against Marik's ass and pushed his cock inside, moving slowly enough to let Marik adjust.
When he was completely inside, he immediately experimented with the angle, thrusting until he found the spot again. Marik tipped his head back this time when he felt it, pushing his ass up against Bakura's cock as Bakura began to take him fast and hard. He kept his grip tight on Marik's hips as Marik trembled against him.
"Oh, gods," Marik said, panting now. The entire bed frame was squeaking with the force of their bodies slamming together again and again, and Bakura was overwhelmed with how tight and delicious Marik's ass was around him. No matter what Marik claimed, Bakura relished in being on top, and he broke the silence to let him know so.
"Still sounds- like you're enjoying it," Bakura panted. He wrapped his hand around Marik's cock, moving his fingers up and down in time with his thrusts.
Marik had been muttering things like, "Yes, yes, faster," for a while now, and he paused to breathlessly say, "I would have still enjoyed it...ah...a lot more if I had won the game."
"Well, maybe if you'd played better, you would have."
"Don't get me started on this again..." Marik said, but it was with a lot less heat than before. "I had no luck at all, and if you hadn't gotten a Monster Reborn right after I lost my Hayabusa Knight, I- ah, I think I'm getting close-"
Bakura smirked, moving faster. It seemed like all that foreplay had affected Marik if he was close already. Bakura continued stroking him, brushing his thumb against the tip.
"If I had even one Black Pendant or Dark Hole toward the end...ah—" Marik continued suddenly, his mind still on the duel. "I would have beat you. I only lost by 100 life points, so if...if you didn't have that monster, I would have- I would've destroyed you."
It seemed like that was the last thing Marik could say before he finally let himself go, and an instant later, he came all over Bakura's hand. Bakura continued thrusting inside Marik for another minute before he felt the overwhelming feeling building in him, and finally, he thrust hard one last time before coming. He softened his thrusts until he'd released everything, and after pulling out, they both collapsed on the bed, spent. Their legs were tangled up, but neither seemed to mind the closeness.
Bakura was still panting when he replied, smirking, "But you didn't."
Marik glanced at him, an arm splayed over Bakura's waist, and Bakura was surprised to see him smiling.
"Yeah, or maybe I just took pity on you for losing three days in a row and let you win."
Bakura frowned. "You didn't...did you?"
Marik shrugged, his eyes falling shut as, loose-limbed, he seemed ready to sleep. "I guess you'll never know," he murmured.
Bakura watched Marik as his breath evened out, and soon Marik seemed to be fast asleep. Bakura pulled Marik tighter against himself. Finally, pushing all thoughts of their arguments aside, Bakura likewise closed his eyes and, feeling immensely satiated, he fell asleep as well.
AN: So this fic is now over 100k words. Wow, neither of us ever thought we'd write something this long! Almost done, though!
In case you're wondering, the game they're playing is Left 4 Dead 2.
Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, please favorite and please review and let us know what you think!
Also, the carpet is a metaphor. I know it's a stupid metaphor, but just go with it!