A/N: I'm sorry I've been off for so long. I've been quite stressed and I've had a lot of school work lately. I hope you all still enjoy this story and that I don't disappoint.

~~~~~ 3 Months Later ~~~~~

Marik woke and for the millionth time rushed to the bathroom and barely made it to the toilet. He let loose everything he ate the night before- well, everything left of it. He rested the side of his slightly paled face against the cool porcelain seat. He felt like utter shit.

Mariku walked in groggily, still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Marik, this is getting out of hand. I've told you so many times. Go. To. The. Doctor. You keep hurling like this and one day you'll just fall over dead from some crazy disease and I'll say 'Yeah, well I told him to go to the doc.'"

Marik turned his head to face his annoying lover and frowned. "Yes, well I don't want to go to the doctor and it's just a bug, why go just for him to tell me to rest and drink fluids and blah blah blah. I'm fine."

"No bug makes you barf this much for this long, Habibi, go to the doctor, please."

"Nope, I-" Before he could finish his thought, another wave of vomiting over came him.

Mariku huffed and stalked out of the bathroom. 'Gods, why the fuck doesn't he listen to me?' He went to the kitchen and plucked a wine bottle from it's place on the counter. Marik would say it was much too early to drink, but screw that, he was getting awfully tired of all of this.

Ever since that fabulous night together, Marik had been becoming different. He had mood swings and a killer attitude at times and he threw up every morning it seemed. It was like a month or so after that night that Mariku noticed the change in his lover and now it was seriously grating on his nerves.

He pried the cork from the bottle and began gulping greedily from the bottle. He knew if he sucked it down, he'd soon become drunk and he wouldn't care how bitchy and sickly his lover was.

Marik walked in at that moment pale faced and tired looking. When he saw his lover drinking wine so early he felt the blood rush to his face and his anger roil up in his empty stomach.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"I'm drinkin', babe. What're you doin'? Bitchin'? Yeah, t-that's it."

His words were beginning to slur and that made a smirk spread across his bronzed face.

"No, but now that you mention it, you are being a dick. Do you know how early it is? Why are you drinking while I'm throwing up?"

"Because you throw up every damn day! W-why can't I switch it up a bit?"

Marik knew he was flushed in anger and he knew that Mariku was getting more trashed by the minute. He never got this mad at him but today his emotions took over and he turned his back on Mariku and swept into the bedroom they shared. 'If he can get drunk at 9 am, then I can't I go out and do something different, too?'

He searched for his favorite pair of black skinny jeans as he slipped on the lavender half-shirt that brought out his eyes and showed off his midriff. He found the jeans and slid them on only to find that they were extra tight around his waist. He stalked over to the fll length mirror mounted to the wall with a hmph.

He looked at his waist line and saw a bit of a pooch forming just above the top of his jeans. He placed his hands over it self-consciously and sighed. 'How in the hell could I be gaining weight when all I've been doing is throwing up?'

He shrugged with a frown at his reflection. He hoped that Mariku wouldn't notice as he walked back to the kitchen to tell his lover he'd be off and grab his keys.

"W-where tha fuck are ya goin'?" The bottle of wine that was once full was now spent and setting on it's side on the table where Mariku sat, drunk.

Marik frowned and furrowed his brow at his drunk lover. "I'm going out because you are drunk off your ass. You are being mean and I'm just tired of it. I'm just gonna go out and have fun."

He stalked confidently to grab his keys off the counter and from behind him he heard Mariku snarl, "W-well then, go ahead, bitch, but I'd change first if I were you. You're getting fat and that shirt s-showssss it off, a lot." He smirked knowing he'd hurt the boy's feelings like he'd intended.

Marik snatched up his keys and sucked up his battered pride. He knew Mariku said that so he'd beg for his drunken forgiveness and stay, but he wasn't going to this time.

He reached the front door to their apartment. As he turned the knob, he commented over his shoulder, "Fuck you, Mariku. I'm not fat and I look great. Don't wait up for me, I'll be out late."

Mariku looked after the boy in astonishment, beginning to sober as he realized what he'd done. He cursed himself for chasing his lover off the way he had. He knew he'd been acting oddly and he pushed him too far.

"Ra only knows what that kid will do..." Mariku frowned and walked back to the bed he had just slept in with Marik, not knowing what the day held in store...

~~~~~ At The Club Feline~~~~~

Marik walked in to the club and looked around. He was overwhelmed by the flashing lights and loud music. The bass shook him to his core with every thump. He made his way through groups of grinding people.

The mood here seemed fluid and very sensual. Marik had forgotten what it felt like to be out like this. Mariku hadn't taken him out in months, to think of it, they stayed in a lot for the last while. He shrugged it off and moved to a booth in the back against the wall.

He felt a tad thirsty, but not really in the mood to drink, his stomach didn't feel stable enough to handle alcohol. He waved over and scantily clad waitres who winked as she took his order.

"Dr. Pepper." He nodded as she chirped, "Anything for you, hun," and twitched away.

As he sat alone scanning the bodies that formed one large, living mass he spotted a stark contrast in color. All other colors in the room where either vibrant or dark, but he saw white. The person slowly danced through the crowd, winking and grinding against many as he went. He reached the edge closest to Marik and he realized that it was white hair he had seen. Long and wild.

He looked over the man with white hair and saw how lithe and sleek he was. He looked at how well the jeans he wore accentuated his firm ass. He knew it was wrong of him to look, but he was captivated.

Marik didn't notice that the man he was inspecting was now staring dead at him. The man sauntered over to him and sat across from him in the booth.

Marik flushed red with embarrassment, he couldn't imagine why he'd sat with him.

"It's rude to stare, you know."

"I-I wasn't meaning to, I'm sorry. I was just looking around and n-noticed your hair."

Bakura smiled cheekily, amused by how easily it was to make the blonde before him squirm.

"Yes, well being albino does have it's perks I suppose; I have sexy Egyptians looking me over." He winked and slid his foot between Marik's feet, brushing one with the toe of his shoe. Marik jumped slightly, but didn't move away, making Bakura's smile grow to it's full extent.

"I-I wasn't-"

"Don't lie, I saw you. Just admit it, you want to leave here with me and see what I can do with this body you were practically scanning just moments ago. You. Want. Me. Just say it."

With that, Marik turned bright red and felt himself grow hard at the thought of jumping into bed with the whitette.

"I-I shouldn't..."

"Why the hell not? Who can stop you, you obviously came here alone."

"Well... I got in a fight with him earlier and I just wouldn't feel right..."

"So? He let you leave, if I had someone like you, you wouldn't leave my sight for someone like me to snatch up."

Marik felt his stomach clench and he knew in his heart that Mariku had let him leave, dared him to leave. He didn't think it would hurt and he had told Mariku not to wait up...

"Okay, I want you." With that Bakura chortled and grabbed the blonde's hand. He lead Marik through the crowd of people and out of the club.

Marik saw his motor cycle parked at the front and looked to Bakura, " What about my motorcycle? What do I do with it?"

"Leave it and get it later." Bakura just shrugged it off, more interested in the one night stand that would soon ensue.

Bakura led them to a shady apartment complex and Marik felt himself becoming nervous. He gulped at the sight of the sketchy men standing right in front of the elevator. Bakura felt the blonde's palms begin to sweat and smirked inwardly; loving that he had him on edge. It had always been a great pleasure of his...

Bakura led the boy out of the lift and down the dim hallway to his aprtment. He fished a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. As it swung open, it revealed a nicer, cozier place than Marik had been expecting. He walked in a little more at ease behind the whitette.

"Sit anywhere, I have some tidying to do." He swept his hand to the whole room that made up the living room of his humble abode. He chose the couch and sat down with a creak as the springs protested under his weight. 'I haven't put on that much, have I? No...' He hoped that Baku hadn't heard and hadn't noticed his little bit of fat that sat just above his waist.

While he sat and worried about his new physique, Baku was picking up the clothes that were strewn all over his room and thinking about the boy he had brought home. He had great plans for him and hoped that his hesitation earlier would not get in the way of them fucking.

When he had finally cleaned up the last of the mess he had left he strode out to the living room to find Marik chewing on his fingernails.

"That's an awful habit."

Marik jumped a little at the sound of the thief's voice and stuttered, "I-I don't do it often, I'm just a bit-"

"Nervous? Yes I've noticed. Not thinking of bailing, are you?"

"O-of course not, why would you think that?"

"No reason."

He made a "come hither" motion to the boy who immediately stood and came to him. He grabbed him by the waist and pulled him close.

Their lips met and clashed as tongues battled until Marik's gave in to Baku's intrusions. He probed and searched the contors of the blonde's mouth and couldn't wait to have his tongue on something else of Marik's.

They kissed and groped as they made their way to Baku's bedroom. Clothes already torn away, Marik was thrown onto the bed and by the next second Baku was on top of him, kissing and stroking his member.

Marik's thoughts were racing as Bakura touched him in places only Mariku had. His brain swam and his heart flew between feeling guilty and feeling extreme lust. He gave in to the lust again and let it sweep him away.

Bakura nipped at Marik's jaw and then sunk his teeth deep into his neck. Marik cried out and a single tear rolled down the side of his bronzed face. When the whitette lifted his head to look down at Marik, he saw a bruise already forming and blood beading where he'd punctured his flesh in places.

He laughed as the boy lifted his hand to wipe away the beads and curse under his breath. Baku was amused that he'd left the evidence of their night together.

Bakura moved lower and took the boys member into his mouth in an attempt to bring him back from his worries. He didn't need him leaving before he got what he'd wanted.

Marik gave in to the thief and let go of his last regrets. He could think about it tomorrow.

Bakura stroked and sucked the boys member and watched as the thoughts of another drained from his face. He was satified and ordered Marik to roll on to his stomach.

He pulled Marik by the waist and made him hold himself up on his knees. When the boy was perfectly positioned in doggy style, Bakura smirked and gave no warning as he slammed in. He felt nothing as the boy cried out once again from suffering pain at his pain. He knew soon he'd be moaning and under his spell and was more worried about his own pleasure.

"Unngg..." Marik's head finally cleared of pain and he felt the pleasure of Baku's thrusts. He'd never been hurt when he was with Mariku and that made his stomach knot up. He hated that with every touch and every hurt he thought of his Mariku. He thought how he'd never hurt him and how he really did it best for him.

Bakura obviously wasn't satisfied with only hurting him twice because he grabbed both of the blonde's arms and wrenched them behind his back and thrusted harder. He wanted to hear Marik scream.

Marik felt another tear fall and he hated himself for what he was doing, but before he formed another thought, Bakura slammed into his prostate making him moan, "O-oh Ra!"

He dropped the bronze boy's arms and pulled at his hair and turned his head so he could see that beautiful face that now showed fear and pleasure all wrapped into one.

He put his hand around Marik's throat and made him choke to catch his breaths. He loved to see him struggle beneath him and began thrusting eratically.

"Go ahead, bitch, touch yourself and scream for me. Do it. I dare you."

Marik was scared, but didn't want to upset the man who had his large hand around his throat. He began stroking his own member and let the whitette continue to get off at his expense. He figured this was a sick sort of karma for cheating on the one who loved him most.

Bakura slapped the boy and called him a bitch once more and he knew that he just wanted him to scream. "BAKURA! FUCK!"

Bakura smirked and tightened his grip on the boy's throat as he pumped a few more times and released his seed with a grunt. He just loved to use up a beautiful bitch like Marik.

Marik came with a cry that sounded like an attempt to stop a sob from escaping his throat. He fell onto his face and felt like utter shit. He knew he had bruises and he'd need a shower.

Bakura picked up Marik's clothes and threw them at him with a passive, "Now, get out. I don't need a whore around here for much longer than it takes to fuck them."

Marik got dressed and felt tears stream down his face. He heard the shower in Bakura's apartment sputter to life as he slammed the door and walked to the elevator alone.

He felt so dirty and disgusted by what had happened and why he'd done it. 'I'm weak...'

When he got outside of the ratty apartment complex he threw up on the sidewalk. He dry heaved for a good minute then made what seemed like a long trip back to his motorcycle. He decided it best to go to Isis' house.

As he drove to see his loving sister tears blurred his vision and he felt every inch of himself aching.

~~~~~ At Isis'~~~~~

Marik pried the spare key out of his pocket and shakily turned it in the lock. He bursted through the door with tears streaming and screamed for Isis. He fell immediatley to the floor in a heap of tears and agony.

Isis rushed to him and gasped when she found her poor brother laying just inside her front door, crying. She pet his head and held it in her lap. He told her everything that had happened in the span of that entire day and she just sat and let him cry. When he was calm and just laying, soaking up the peace that she radiated, she spoke the one thing that was weighing most on her mind.

"Marik, my sweet brother, I'm going to tell you something that may seem rather unbelievable."

"W-what?" He hicupped.

"Well, I've sensed something rather remarkable... You're pregnant."

"W-with Bakura's baby?!" He screeched, afraid and feeling like he should throw himself off a building.

"No, no, of course not, Mariku's. You're about three months along and I feel as though magic had a hand in this miracle."

Marik chewed at his fingernails again. He had betrayed the father of his unborn child with a fiend just moments ago and now he had to go back to him and tell him that by some crazy occurrence he was pregnant. He didn't know how to even face him in the first place, but he would have to because Mariku was the only one he had ever loved and was the father.

Isis kissed her brother's head and helped him up and into his old room. She tucked him in and left him in his bed, weeping silently.

Worry was all he knew that night and as he slept he floated somewhere between dreams and consciousness. He tossed and turned and dreamt of the face of his child, the face of his betrayed lover, and his own battered face... He had cheated on the one he cared for most and somehow concieved a child with him 3 months earlier. Isis had said that magic must've had a hand in it and as he slept all he could think was, 'Magic changes all things...'

A/N: Haha meanie Baku. I worte this reluctantly because I really haven't been feeling it. I love it now though. Thank goddess for perserverance. I hope you like where this is going and please review/follow/favorite! Stay amazin'.