And next chapter!...The only two reviewers who actually answered my question asked for me to A} Make you all wait longer, or B} Give you a small taste...and then write about angsty Yugi

Uh yeah. So, I decided to give you all a bit of a make-out sessions, but save actual smut for later on. I was a little unsure about writing it this early in the relationship anyway's. Anyway's, before we begin, I have a few things to discuss!

1: People are probably going to question Marik's rather intense response. Simply put...It's his first fucking time! Hell, he's never even kissed someone before - Haha Bakura stole his first kiss....Wheee. Uhm, yes. So naturally everything's going to be overwhelming as hell for him.

2: "When are they going to say they love each other!?"....Not for a long time, I'm guessing...With the way things have progressed, they're probably not going to be comfortable saying the 'L' word for some time...

3: "Where's Yugi!?" .....Off having a stroke, I would assume

Disclaimer: If I owned Yugioh, Tristan would be hit by a train...every episode...comedy relief


Needless to say, it's incredibly hard to keep one's hands to oneself when someone seemed quite intent on creating the lord of all hickey's on ones throat. Mmm...wow that was a lot of one's, but it wasn't really his fault; Bakura was finding it increasingly hard to concentrate on anything at the moment, forget a creative vocabulary.

Of course he was also beginning to wonder why he was resisting this so much - hadn't he spent, relatively, the part 2.5 million years wanting access to the beautiful sun's body? So why now, when he was given free reign, was he fighting so hard to keep his hands in one place!? After all, the blond certainly seemed to have no such quarrels, if the hot fingers tracing patterns on his skin and the equally hot mouth tasting the flesh of his throat were anything to go by.

Maybe because he was still worried about accidentally hitting the trigger button; but said concerns were quickly being cooked alive by the sheering heat of the sun's mouth that had yet to relinquish it's hold on the moon's throat.

Unable to contain the small whimper when familiar fangs decided to participate, just touching the pale skin enough to send shudders down Bakura's spine, eyelids fluttering slightly as he fought off the desire to just let himself fall into the sensations. Hot fingers began to tease the line just above his pants - why was he fighting again!?

Letting out a low hiss the moon finally began to actually participate in the current situation; hands moving from where they had been trapped between the two ethereal bodies to instead entangle themselves in blond hair, the pale skinned entity coaxed Marik away from his neck, crashing his lips against the other's.

Seemingly beyond protesting the sun responded eagerly, hands sliding to rest on pale hips, mouth parting almost the second it came in contact with another, happily accepting the tongue that was quickly becoming as familiar as his own.

Half purring, half moaning at the spicy taste that assaulted him the second he invaded the other's mouth Bakura tightened his hold on the golden strands, not enough to hurt but enough to ensure Marik wasn't going to be pulling away anytime soon. Exploring the still rather unfamiliar territory, the moon ran his tongue along every cavern he could reach, shuddering in delight when the sun's own tongue slid along his.

Shit...somewhere along the line common sense had successfully been turned into crisp, and didn't seem like it was going to receive burn treatment anytime soon. Used to the cold of his own mouth, to say the sudden intense heat of Marik's was overwhelming...was definitely a bit of an understatement.

Not to mention he hadn't experienced any sort of intimate contact since...about 2.5 million years ago, give or take a few thousand. Not to say the moon was a virgin; fuck no! There had been more then one lucky individual who had been taken into the bed of the entity, but that had stopped pretty much the same time Bakura had begun to..notice Marik, in a more then businesslike manner; because suddenly no one could even compare to the sun's beauty, and he wanted no one else.

And now he had what he wanted, and there was no fucking way he was ever going to let it go! The pale entity hadn't been kidding when he said the other was perfect; and to let perfection slip through your fingers was a mistake only an idiot would make. Of course lately Bakura had proven again and again how much of an idiot he could be...

Sudden loss of warmth jolted the moon back into focus, eyes flickering open - and just when had he closed them!? - to blink dazedly at the part amused part confused purple mere inches from his face.

"Bakura?" Marik murmured, slightly bruised lips quirking into a smirk at the flush in usually pale skin and glazed look in red tinted brown. "You zoned out."

Blinking at that the moon simply looked dumbly at him for a moment, before grinning sheepishly. "Oh, shit, sorry..Just...thinking...I'm here now." He reassured, considering reestablishing the kiss, only to give into one of his other long born desires; leaning in he ran his tongue along the dark skin of one heated shoulder, clearly detecting the catch in the sun's breath.

Smirking widely to himself Bakura used the hold he had on the other entities hair to tilt the blond's head, giving him easier access. Satisfied with that he let out a deep sigh, cold air rushing over slightly sweating skin, earning both a shudder and goose bumps for his effort; then he latched onto the skin, digging his teeth into it just slightly and pressing his tongue firmly against the flesh.

The response was immediate; a loud gasp wrenched itself from the throat beneath his mouth, and he could feel Marik's back arch at the contact, warm fingers finding his hair and digging into it. Not protesting at all the moon continued on with his work, dragging his tongue harshly along the skin, drawing on a small whimper and suddenly Bakura had to wonder if this was the first taste of intimacy - minus the time in the field - that Marik had ever experienced.

Oh this would be fun~!...just so long as the end result wasn't the sun going psycho on his ass. Heh. Must not think to hard on the double meaning. Firmly refocusing on the task at hand the pale skinned entity set out to return the favour, not satisfied until the blond was shuddering and gasping beneath his touch, as well as sporting his own reasonably sized love bite.

Hmm..love. Well, that would be an interesting topic. Later. Unable to resist it any longer Bakura carefully de tangled his fingers from golden strands, letting them dance down the expanse of Marik's neck - and rest questioningly against the spot he remembered from last time. Briefly the tanned muscles against him tensed, then with a small shiver the blond relaxed.

Not wasting a second Bakura sank his fingers into the skin, pressing against that pleasure spot with just enough force...

A loud moan tore itself from Marik's throat and the albino lifted his head just in time to see the fireworks; dark purple eyes rolled back, kiss bruised lips parted, blond hair fell in a cascade as the sun let his head fall back. Fucking hell. If Bakura was aroused before, it couldn't even compare to the desire now pulsating through his veins.

Swooping in he clamped his mouth around the previously bruised throat, sucking hard while at the same time pressing his fingers harder against that one spot; and the sounds he received for his effort was enough to drive him mad. Feeling the tanned skin beneath him writhing in pleasure, hearing the other's moans...fuck, if Marik responded like this to just a simple weak spot on his neck...!

Bakura pressed his fingers just a little harder, and perhaps by complete accident, the sun bucked his hips upwards - and the moon choked against the skin in his mouth, unable to stop himself from echoing the action, thrusting almost roughly against the lap placed conveniently between his legs.

Shiiit! Eyes clamping closed and moan muffled by Marik's throat, the moon almost lost himself to the heat pulsing through his body. Now, more then ever, he wanted to shove the sun onto the bed and show him what real pleasure was...

But this was to fast - shit, things were going way to fucking fast! Practically ripping his lips away from the heavily bruised skin Bakura gasped for breath, struggling to regain some semblance of control. A particularly violent arch of Marik's back and he had to clench his teeth with a strangled hiss; he had to stop this now. Diving into the deep end after just getting on the boat was not how a good relationship was built.

So with a show of amazing self restraint he forced himself to ease the actions of his fingers, trying desperately to not give in to the almost pathetic whimper of protest that bubbled from the sun's throat.

"Sh.." Bakura soothed, pressing a fleeting kiss to Marik's jaw, trying to force his own breathing under control even as the tanned entity shuddered and panted beneath him. Crooning softly to the shivering form the moon eased his fingers away completely, letting them instead set to work combing through mussed blond hair, trying to pull the sun back down to earth with as much care as possible.

Slowly the violent shudders faded into faint shivers, chest still raising and falling rather heavily as the larger sank back into the mattress, the hold he had yet to relinquish on blue hair forcing Bakura to follow - not that he was complaining, settling on top the other as he came down from his own mild high.

That had to be the most intense make-out he ever had; and they hadn't even undressed! Fucking hell...This was going to be a very fun relationship...


Also, I would like to apologize if the make-out scene seemed..uh...awkward I guess. It's actually my first. And I have a cold - stuffy head, anyone? So it was actually really hard for me to write it. Hope it's not to bad!

Next chapter: More dialogue, probably.

R&R!