And next chapter! As I said..lots of dialouge x: I don't want to be one of those authors who goes, 'okay they're together now let's throw them straight into the smut'. Because that's...Not how most relationships work out o_O
Hell, I love smut as much as the next person, but I'm trying to make something here. xD You'll get your smut, I promise
Disclaimer: If I owned Yugioh, Marik and Bakura would have their own house
The walk to the bedroom - a place they had both decided would be the most comfortable, without actually debating with each other - was made in utter silence, minus the very faint tapping of their feet as they made their way up the stairs.
Faintly he recognized the looks he kept receiving from the other, but was unable to deduce exactly what was going on in the mind that even now was an utter enigma to him, so simply pretended not to notice them.
As they reached the bedroom, Marik made a direct path for the bed, but Bakura halted in the doorway and let himself examine the room he had been unconscious in for...ugh fuck, okay, how long had he been out!? Enough time for the sun to make a complete personality change, something he wasn't sure if he was comfortable with or not, and long enough for the dusk to apparently no longer require the constant supervision of...
...Huh. That hadn't even crossed his mind; just where was the Dawn? It was extremely unusual to see Yami without Yugi for longer then two minutes; and right now it was daytime, so the smallest entity should be available...Great, just another mystery for him to worry over.
"Bakura?" A curious murmur broke through his self musings and the albino jerked back into reality, focusing on the slightly amused looking form of the sun, sitting cross legged on the bed.
Sticking his tongue out at the smirk he was receiving Bakura sauntered arrogantly over to the bed; only to squawk in alarm when tanned arms grabbed him, yanking him into the other's lap. Of course there was absolutely no protests on his part, willingly sinking into the warm body of the blond; as long as they could both remain focus on the conversation they really needed to have, he'd allow himself to enjoy the unusual insistence of close contact.
Hell, he was definitely enjoying feeling those arms around him, so really, why the fuck should he complain? Not that he was going to forget the whole reason they came of course. "So." The moon started, a little unsure of how to begin; not to mention he was still in 'walking on eggshells' mode.
"So." Was the echo he received in response for his failed attempts to start a conversation; jeez, very helpful Marik. Really.
Rolling his eyes the albino shifted slightly, asking without speaking if the sun would let him reposition himself; still had to be careful, still didn't know how far the blond's patience stretched now. When those tanned arms obediently loosened their grip the pale skinned entity used it as a chance to turn around so he was now straddling the other's lap - do not think about it, do not think about it must stay focused - and bringing them face to face.
"How did this happen?" Bakura finally managed to ask, really trying hard to ignore how good it felt to feel the other between his bad mind stay focused on the task at hand, which is not undressing him with your eyes!
Two blond eyebrows rose in response to his question, purple eyes blinking at him in slow curiosity. "How did what happen?"
"This. Me, you..how did...when did you start..." Okay, he had known this wasn't going to be easy, but fucking hellhe had no idea how to go about this! Most people would just leap forward, forget all consequences. But Bakura wasn't stupid; he knew from personal experience one had to always be on their toes when dealing with the sun, wether or not said sun seemed to be feeling some sort of fuzzy feelings towards them.
"About four months ago." Apparently, Marik understood the question without being asked; however, his response was enough to leave the moon completely floored. About...what!? Four months!? Four fucking months!? That made no sense! Unless...them above, had he been unconscious for four months!? That was the only thing that would make sense, considering if he had only been out for a few weeks, four months would equal about the time the two first slept beside each other. And he was fairly damn sure the sun had tried to fucking kill him!
Head reeling the albino pressed a hand to the side of the head, heaving a loud sigh. "How long was I out?"
"Three weeks, two days and nine hours." Jaw dropping, Bakura could do nothing but gape at the almost casual response he was given. He had no idea which shocked him more; the fact that he hadn't been out nearly as long as he thought, or the fact the sun had counted the time.
Wait, only three weeks..which meant.."But you were trying to kill me four months ago!" Jabbing a finger accusingly at the blond the albino scowled with mild unpleasantness. "Unless you think killing someone it supposed to be flattering or affectionate, in which case..." Teeth sank into tongue a few seconds to late as mind again caught up with the much faster body; he'd done it again. Tensing the moon slammed his eyes closed, bracing himself for the attack.
A warm hand pressed against his cheek, a soft sigh of hot breath cascading over his ear. "Bakura...fuck, stop doing that. Please. I didn't...I was never going to kill you.." There was a pause before a gentle nuzzle to his throat sent a small shiver down Bakura's spine, fear beginning to sink away when absolutely no anger was expressed for his poorly chosen words. "It's just...You frustrated me."
Despite himself a small scowl flashed across the albino's face. "I frustrated you!? Now just a-Ng!" All protest died in his throat, hands curling into fists as fangs suddenly dug into the spot just behind his ear; not at all hard enough to hurt, but definitely enough to throw his mind threw a loop. Shit; it took all his efforts not to whimper when the teeth were replaced with a tongue, sliding along the slightly sore spot with surprising accuracy.
Seemingly satisfied that he had discovered a much less violent way to quiet Bakura, the sun decided to continue what he had been trying to say. "You just came on so...strong. It confused me. You came again and again, no matter how many bruises and cuts and battered bones I gave you. I couldn't understand why." Frustration was clear in the blond's voice and the albino tensed just slightly; a frustrated sun was not a good sun...
A sharp nip to his collarbone drew an equally sharp gasp from the pale skinned entity, as well as successfully diverted his attention from whatever he had been worrying about seconds before. Obviously Marik was using his newest technique of silencing the blue haired to his advantage.
"At first it just annoyed me. Your persistence became...unnerving. You never gave me any reason to believe your actions were anything but a game to you." Even as he spoke Marik seemed careful to keep any and all annoyance from his voice; he was really tired of seeing the beautiful albino stiffen whenever he showed any trace of anger.
It was going to take a lot of effort on his part to fix the damage he had done to Bakura's defences.
"Oh..." The response was almost sighed as realization began to settle into the moon. It had never occurred to him before; everything was starting to make sense. Ever since the beginning...all he had tried to do was flirt with the tanned male. Kiss him, touch him..no wonder it always blew up in his face! Most people did not like being treated like some prize, and that's exactly how he had treated Marik.
Something that he wanted to have, to dominate...wow, upon reflection, Bakura began recognizing how much of an ass he had been. "It wasn't like that at all." He finally decided it was time to speak; needed to smoothen this out now. Guilt was not an easy pill to swallow, but he was willing to do it. "Fuck, you're so...beautiful. I couldn't help myself. But I didn't think you were any sort of game." This was not exactly his forte - the moon wasn't really a speaker. He preferred expressing himself via body language; but apparently the sun didn't recognize body language - which is what had caused this whole disaster in the first place.
"I wanted you. Everything about you is just so.." There was a pause as the albino reached for a word, hands folding against Marik's chest, chin resting on one tanned shoulder. "So perfect. If I had realized exactly how my actions seemed, I would have gone about it in a different manner. I'm..." Ugh he did not want to say this..."Sorry. I really fucking am."
A soft purr emitted from the general location of his collarbone, where the blond was still buried. "I know." Came the low croon and a loud sigh of relief rushed from pale lips, Bakura practically slumping against the other. "I'm not mad anymore. Well, I was never really mad..just...un-eased."
Grinning in an almost giddy manner the moon pressed closer to the sun; well that hadn't been so bad. They had talked it out, he had all his limbs, and he was placed in a very compromising position; one the tanned entity seemed to have no quarrels with. Things were definitely looking up.
Of course, it was taking all his self-control not to shove Marik onto the bed and use said position to his advantage; all it would take was a small push...But that would just be throwing himself into the fire again. Right now he was supposed to be proving to the blond he was sincere about this...uh..this, and trying to have his way with him seconds after they worked everything out was probably not the best way of going about it.
A sharp flash of white pleasure jolted up his spine, momentarily numbing him. Of course, if the sun didn't stop doing that to his neck...
Someone was going to have to do something about it.
Sooo...What do you all think? Should I give you all what you want next chapter, or drag it out some more? ;D You tell me sweeties. I'm here to make you happy!
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