Gyugh! -hides- Sorry, sorry, sorry! Gomen, gomen, gomen! I know I'm late! But it's just been a very hectic week. My birthday was on the 27th, I had a sleepover, then on the 29th I had horrible stomach aches and kept nearly throwing up. Then yesterday was my brother's birthday, and I still kept nearly throwing up, and then today mom decides we needed to tear up the carpet in front of our door.

So, ugh. I'm late. I'm laaate~! So here you go.

Disclaimer: If I owned Yu-Gi-Oh, anyone who even /mentioned/ GX would be assassinated....wait, why can't that happen now?


In that instant, the entire world seemed to flip around. Once again he found himself at a complete loss on what exactly went on in that fiery head of his - though the grip on his arms, which was really beginning to hurt, clearly stated the other was pissed....the sheer desperation in the kiss spoke otherwise. Both scared of the other's wrath, as well as more then a little confused by the whole situation, Bakura found himself at a complete loss on what to do.

It wasn't until the distinct taste of salt clicked in his brain that the Moon realized that it wasn't anger that was making Marik hold him so tightly. It was fear. When that fact finally seeped in, Bakura did the first thing that came to mind; he reached out to mirror the hold, gripping tan shoulders tightly and yanking Marik closer. The action received a muffled yelp of surprise which he ignored, pressing his lips firmly against the blond's, trying to calm the panic he could practically feel pulsating through the other's veins. There was a moment of tension - then Marik slumped forward, hands relaxing, freeing Bakura from the painful grip.

Carefully the albino eased backwards, not enough to pull away, but enough to break the kiss. Instead of releasing his own hold on Marik's shoulders Bakura simply loosened it, instead massaging the muscles beneath his fingers.

In the silence that followed, it was easy for him to detect the sharp breaths coming from the blond, and a sense of guilt began to bubble in his stomach. "Sh.." Bakura murmured softly, releasing the other, only to wrap his arms around Marik's waist in a protective hold. Instantly the Sun pitched forward, burying his face in his throat with a wretched sob. Sighing softly Bakura slowly let himself sink downwards, coaxing Marik to fall with him, until the two were sitting on the floor; Marik pressed against him, Bakura pressed to a wall that hadn't been there seconds before.

Finally Marik's tears quieted down, body shaking only slightly as they sat there. At some point Bakura had zoned out, having been lulled by the methodical actions of his own fingers. However, he jerked back into focus when the other muttered something, the words rather professionally muffled by his shirt. Frowning he stopped massaging the other's shoulders, looking down at the mass of blonde buried against his chest. "Marik, I didn't understand a word you just sa-"

"Never do that again!" Marik's yell interrupted him; blinking rapidly, Bakura found himself unable to look away when tear stained eyes snapped up to glare into his own. "Don't you ever just...just take off like that..." The anger slipped from his voice, a tremble replacing it as the Sun slumped forward again, bracing his forehead against the shocked form of the Moon. "You...You just vanished. And I didn't know where you went, and I-I couldn't f-find you..." Marik's words were rapidly falling apart, voice cracking as his emotions began to overflow.

Relief washed through Bakura like a tidal wave; Marik wasn't angry, he was scared. That he could deal with - fear was fixable. Fear wasn't dangerous to his person. Heaving a small sigh of relief the albino stroked the other's back soothingly, waiting until Marik calmed down again before speaking. "I needed some time alone." He murmured, making sure to keep his voice level; from experience, he knew Marik was capable of going from any emotion to pissed very fast.

In response the Sun sniffed rather loudly, hands shifting to fist the front of Bakura's shirt. "It was mean, running off like that." Marik muttered, voice having once again levelled out - at this point the Moon was really starting to get a head ache from the blonds constant mood changes. "You didn't even give me a chance to answer."

Instantly Bakura stiffened. Fuck. In all the confusion, he had completely forgotten about the whole reason he had run off in the first place. Seeming to sense his thought pattern Marik tightened his hold on the albino's shirt, clearly stating that another attempt to escape would end in pants 'spontaneously' combusting. So despite the uncomfortable clenching of his chest, Bakura resisted the urge to run.

Fire in certain sensitive areas did not sound fun, thank you very much. "Look, Marik, just forget it. I was being stupid and it doesn't even really matter so-" Upon reflection, speaking when someone's mouth was covering your own is really difficult. Thus all attempts on further communication was abandoned as Bakura found his mouth being successfully plundered, finding himself unable to stop from granting Marik complete access.

The kiss ended as abruptly as it had begun, purple eyes burning into his own. "Don't ever do that again." Marik growled, the sound causing Bakura to cringe. Alright, anger was back; since escape was still being hampered by hands gripping his shirt, the best option was to brace himself for pain.

Guilt flickered across deep purple and then Marik sighed, loosening his hold and shaking his head softly. "Stop....stop that. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just..." The Sun hissed in frustration, shifting to brace his forehead against a pale shoulder. "I'm just...." Apparently Marik wasn't sure himself what he 'just' was, since he gave up attempting to talk. Instead the two sat there in an uncomfortable silence, both seemingly at a loss on what to say.

Finally the Sun released a small sound, sounding almost like a tired chuckle, letting out a soft sigh against Bakura's shoulder. "Yes."

Bakura blinked. Wait, what? Yes? Where the fuck had that come from!? Running rapidly through the conversation - or lack there of - they just had, he tried desperately to find at exactly which point he asked or said anything that required confirmation. Only to find himself at a complete and total loss, since there wasn't one, which left him feeling extremely wrong footed. "What..?"

A small snicker escaped the other entity, then Marik shifted back to press his forehead against Bakura's, gazing deeply into confused red hued brown. "Yes." He repeated in a slightly amused but nonetheless firm voice, only seeming to find the growing bewilderment in Bakura's face all the more funny.

Now a little annoyed the Moon scowled, hands resting against the Sun's lower back. "Yes, what?" Bakura growled, mildly relieved when Marik didn't seem at all bothered by the frustration in his voice. Instead the blond merely laughed, rubbing his nose against the albino's - earning himself a very, very miffed expression from Bakura.

"Yes," Marik murmured yet again, only this time with a rather peculiar tone in his voice. It was almost...adoring, the small smile on his face working to successfully bewitch the Moon. Tanned hands slid up to gently stroke pale cheeks, eyes gazing softly into Bakura's. Then, with the sweetest of grins, he finished with, "I love you."

Everything came to a screeching halt. Not literally, of course, since Yami probably wouldn't be happy if the Moon decided to stop time. Again. It was funny the first two times - then it got annoying, so Bakura's rights to mess with the time continuum were revoked until he could be more responsible. Besides, it had right out confused Solomon - Father Time really wasn't use to time stopping without his permission.

That was about the point Bakura clued into the fact that, in his shock, his mind had gone into a limbo. Which probably wasn't the best idea, since Marik was looking more and more insecure as the seconds ticked by. Alright, so, focus on...

Marik fucking loves him! Eyes widening dramatically, it was in that instant things finally clicked in his mind. Marik just said he loved him. Marik just said he loved him! Why hello again euphoria, it's been a while. Mind taking over for a bit? It would seem common sense just walked into a wall and is now stumbling around like a drunken moron.

"Us above Marik why the fuck didn't you just say that earlier!?" Bakura exclaimed with a loud groan, deciding it was his turn to smack his forehead dully against the other's shoulders. "Instead of just standing there staring at me? It would have saved us all this fucking drama, and I wouldn't have a headache, and you wouldn't have had to come find me and..." A pause, and then he leaned back to scowl at the blond. "You just like making things difficult don't you?"

Upon meeting the other's eyes Bakura let the accusing look drop from his face, instead taking in the hurt look on Marik's face. "Marik...?" The albino enquired, concerned when the blond dropped his gaze, tan hands curling into fists.

"You didn't..." Came the soft murmur, the pain clear in Marik's voice. Bakura blinked. He didn't? Didn't what? Again the Moon found himself mentally running through the conversation, trying to catch up to where they were - oh, looks like common sense had gotten it's footing and was smacking him harshly over the head with a frying pan. Of course.

"Marik, don't be like that." Bakura muttered, shaking his head disapprovingly. "I thought it was fucking obvious!" Grabbing the other's chin, the Moon forced the Sun to look at him, raising one eyebrow. "I," he began, pressing his forehead to Marik's with a grin. "Love you to. Better?"

There was a moment's pause, then with a loud thud Bakura was on the ground, being rather successfully smothered in affection. "Ack! Marik, don't-Ew don't lick me that's gross! Ugh, yes, calm down!" Struggling rather uselessly beneath the ecstatic blond, Bakura finally surrendered, laying back and letting the other nuzzle and kiss and lick him as he pleased.

What was the point in struggling anyway's? There was no denying he liked the attention; so instead Bakura merely combed his fingers through Marik's hair, closing his eyes with a content sigh.

Yet he couldn't shake the feeling he was forgetting something important...

....wait, did he tell Yami and Yugi where they were going?


x: Upon reflection, Marik and Bakura really don't do their jobs, do they? Lazy bastards.

R&R!