Okay so this chapter took a while…I was having troubles getting started. Then I had math, and we were in the computer lab doing a project, and my procrastination kicked in.
So, here you go! Amazingly, after a certain point, it suddenly became way way easier to write…Mmm…
Also to Freai: No no sweetie, I was kidding - I'm not going to make people do a certain amount of reviews for a chapter xD Review's just encourage me to write faster
Disclaimer: Please direct you're attention to Chapter 1
A soft chuckle of amusement breezed past his lips as he watched the pale yellow figures fade into the distance, eyes absently shifting skyward to watch as twinkles of gold began to appear in the sky.
Grinning tightly Bakura combed a hand absently through his hair, already feeling a bit put out at the loss of his two companions. Malik and Ryou had been called away to do their jobs; of course if he had really wanted to he could have told the 'head stars' to go fuck themselves and leave the two alone, but they enjoyed their jobs, so he let them leave.
Of course now he was regretting it, due to the fact he now had no one to talk with, and he didn't even have the pleasant – if slightly unnerving – gaze of the sun to keep him warm, because Marik had disappeared a few hours prior.
Grin fading into a contemplative frown the moon let his eyes linger on the hill his person of interest had been sitting on earlier, he mused over what motives the blond had had for watching him. It was highly unusually, considering the other had tried to kill him not seven hours ago.
So why in the name of them had Marik been watching him without any noticeable intent to inflict harm!?
Now sufficiently frustrated the blue haired male braced his forehead against the palms of his hands, eyes narrowed as he gnawed determinably on his lower lip. It made no sense, and he hated it with things made no sense. This, upon reflection, made it a very stupid idea to get involved with the sun in the first place, because Marik's entire personality made no sense!
"Ugh. Migraine." Rubbing the sides of his head Bakura released his breath in a low hiss, forcing his muscles to relax before they got knotted. The only thing running through his head at that moment was a sardonic, 'Look at how the mighty have fallen.'
So lost in his thoughts as he was, Bakura completely failed to notice the danger signs until a hot cascade of air washed right over the back of his neck, sending tingles through his entire body.
Instantly the moon tensed, hands turning into fists, breathe catching in his throat as all senses erupted into defence mode.
However, before he could even begin to leap into full on attack, a glimpse of yellow flashed across the corner of his vision. Slowly, ready to release his fury at a seconds notice, Bakura tilted his head ever so slightly to the side.
Just enough to meet deep, greyed purple eyes mere inches from his face, framed by untamed pale yellow bangs.
Bakura's blood ran cold. Promptly all thoughts other then two words fled from his mind; those two words being 'oh shit' set on repeat, trying and failing to deny the fact that he was beginning to shake slightly.
Marik. The Sun. The person who wanted him dead and who Bakura desperately wanted to claim as his own was sitting right the fuck behind him with an unnerving display of fangs and narrowed eyes and oh fuck he was so close and…
Somewhere along the lines the moon's mind had sufficiently shut down, torn between shivering with glee at being so close to the other, or shying away from the more then likely murderous intent the other had. Absently he wondered how long the sun had been sitting there, and why he hadn't already been killed. Not that he was really scared of death, considering the reaper knew better then to try and touch him, but he already had a taste of what true pain felt like and it wasn't an experience he wanted to repeat any time in the next thousands years or so.
Of course…slowly his mind began to clear, enough for him to realize he wasn't being attacked. Marik was just sitting there, watching him with unreadable eyes and lips curled into a silent snarl, and why the fuck was he doing that, Bakura hadn't even done anything yet!
"Hello Marik." Bakura finally forced out, voice tense, not at all comfortable with the current situation. Well, except for the fact the sun was still breathing on his neck, which was actually very pleasant. However, he didn't allow himself time to enjoy it; not until he knew exactly what was going on here.
A small growl was his response and despite himself, the moon began to feel the faintest flicker of annoyance. Okay, what the fuck? He wasn't allowed to approach Marik, speak to Marik, touch Marik, or really do anything related to Marik, even when the blond was sitting so close they would be touching if Bakura shifted back just slightly...
Which was now a compulsion he was working very hard to fight. Teeth gritting together the moon shifted his weight, turning so he was facing the other, jabbing a finger in the sun's face. "Don't give me that! You're the one invading my personal space this time, if anyone should be getting pissy it's...uh…"
Suddenly speaking didn't seem important anymore; backing the fuck up took priority, because that look did not speak pleasant things to him.
Scooting back the moon kept his eyes trained on the sun, feeling his stomach twist unpleasantly when the blond followed him, stalking much like some sort of large, predatorily cat.
Unfortunately, crawling backwards took a lot more time then crawling forwards, and before Bakura really had time to process what was happening tanned hands were braced on either side of his hips, his own hands to busy keeping himself supported to be of any use, and Marik's face was so close to his own he could feel every breath the sun took.
Fear, at the moment, was actually relatively buried in the back of the moon's mind, instead replaced by the same hunger that always seeped forwards when he saw Marik, and now that the blond was so fucking close it was stronger then ever.
Absently, Bakura wondered if Marik was going to attack him or kiss him. So lost in his own thoughts and mental struggle between remaining still or removing the last few inches between them and sample a taste of those lips that had taunted him for so long, it took the blue haired male a good couple minutes to notice.
Marik looked just as confused as he was. Blinking at this realization the moon slowly – carefully - tilted his head just slightly, examining the tanned face before him. The sun looked…not scared. Unsure. That was it. Those beautiful purple eyes, though narrowed to look intimidating, were hesitant and maybe even a bit weary, and suddenly Bakura found himself wondering if the fiery other had ever been this close to someone.
After all, from what he knew the sun avoided all contact with the outside world, and in return the outside world avoided all contact with him. Sure, Marik had put himself here willingly enough, but the blond probably had no idea what he was doing. Just doing and never thinking seemed to be how the sun went about most of his life, but it wasn't something that was always going to work. Case in point – the current situation both of them were in.
Licking his lips slowly Bakura forced himself to breath evenly; though he doubted the sun had started out with any intention of doing what the moon wanted him to do, it didn't seem like Marik had intended to cause any harm either. Which was a rare case in and of itself, and if there was one think the moon prided himself in, it was taking advantage of whatever situation he was put in.
The sun was leaning over him in a rather compromising position – which Marik didn't seem to have yet realized – all his weight pretty much supported on his hands. Thus, movement on his part would more then likely result in him losing balance. Sure he still had that fire thing going for him, but hopefully it would take him a few moments to remember that.
Which would, hypothetically, give Bakura enough time to make himself scarce afterwards. The odds were in his favour; it was a dangerous gamble, but hey, what the hell did he have to lose? Except a few limbs, which were easy enough to recreate.
Bracing his palms firmly against the ground and using that to lever himself, the moon arched his back, craned his neck, and captured those tempting lips in a possessive kiss.
…Hee hee hee I'm evil. …-puts cardboard cutout of Yami in front of me to defend myself from bombardments of tomato's and other airborne vegetables- Don't worry, I'm not an overly evil authoress!
Next chapter will be up very very VERY soon! Review's encourage me, but so does my guilt. Sorry for the cliffy! If it makes you all feel better, next chapter is going to get rather steamy. In the good kind of way. Y'know that smut I promised ya'll?
...-winkwinknudgenudge-
–runs, holding cardboard cutout in front of me- R&R!
