Okay, I'm a little nervous 'cause this is not only my first fanfic this is my first time letting others see my writing. So, please, DO NOT spare my feelings if you review. That would probably insult me more than flamers.

Marik sat in his favorite spot in the park, an old bench underneath overhanging willow braches. He was looking speculatively at the creek just a stone's throw away. There was a branch that had snagged in the weeds there. He stared blankly at it while he pondered the subject that was Joey. As far as Marik could tell Joey was just playing around with these girls which didn't seem very fair to them. But then Joey had had too much pain in his life for Marik to feel comfortable telling him off about it.

He was startled out of his reverie by light tap on the shoulder. Marik turned expecting to see Malik or Rishid his brothers, or Ishizu his sister, or perhaps even Joey. Instead he found himself looking at the man of his dreams. Quite literally, it was the same man from his reoccurring dreams. Marik blushed ever so slightly as his gaze fell upon the man. Those dreams hadn't been all too chaste. But this man couldn't be real. He was just someone Marik had made up right? Marik pinched himself slightly, it felt real enough. Not anything like a dream.

"Hello, my love." The man said in the most pleasing faintly British voice possible. He wasn't really a man, or at least not yet. He only looked to be about seventeen years old. He was very handsome, with white spiky hair and blood red eyes. At his voice a sudden memory was pulled up into his mind, however it was gone far too quickly for him to identify it. The shadows inside the small room created by the willow threw his feminine features into sharp relief.

"What?" Marik asked the teen, as some of what he had said sunk in past the rush of blood he had felt at the sight of the man. His love?

"You've grown even more beautiful since we last parted." The red eyes swept up and down the other's body. Marik squirmed feeling a bit too conscious under his gaze. His blush deepened as he thought about those dreams again, they generally involved touching.

"What do you mean? Have we met somewhere before?" He asked eagerly wanting to know if he had really known the man. The man chuckled at his resurfaced enthusiasm. The sound of his laugh was so sensuous that Marik shivered his blush growing even further.

"Of course we've met. Do you not remember me, lover?" Marik started a bit at the endearment and replied matter of factly,

"I don't think I remember you." He assumed the dreams didn't really count. They were just dreams after all.

"Oh really?" The man said grinning a sharks smile. "What about those very interesting dreams you've been having? I believe they generally involve me."

"H-how did you kn-know that?" Marik stammered, suddenly afraid. He had only just come to realize how very alone he was with the man in this small enclosed space. How did the man know about those dreams.

"I know a great many things dear." He stated with a smirk. "Such as what happens to you when I do this." The man suddenly swooped down and kissed Marik on the neck just below the jugular. Marik gasped at the suddenness of the action stiffening automatically, then relaxing to let a moan escape as the man started to kiss and lick and nip at the smooth skin there. All competent thought was abandoned. The blonde brought his arms up around the others neck to pull him closer. The man laughed against the skin of Marik's neck and tilted his face upwards, suddenly capturing the blonde's lips in a kiss.

Marik jumped at the contact tensing up once more, this time however he didn't relax. He pushed the man away from him gasping a bit as he did so.

"Wh-Why did you kiss me?" The Egyptian teen asked in a very bewildered way. The man smiles and said huskily,

"Do you really not know how absolutely fucking gorgeous you are?" Marik grunts a bit and said,

"Yeah but I don't even know your name. I mean it's kinda rude to kiss someone when you haven't even introduced yourself." The man looked thoughtful for a moment and then leaned in to growl in Marik's ear,

"What if you just don't remember the introduction?" Marik turns his head slightly to look at the man closer.

"After all" the King continued his voice deepening, "I would hardly have kissed you if you hadn't asked for it?"

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