A/N: I really love what's going on with this story. I don't know why, but I think last chapter is one of the personal favorites of things I've written. I'm watching The Breakfast Club as I'm writing this, so it's a great day to get this going. LOL Life. Radical! Well, let the mpreg ensue.

~~~~~ The Next Morning~~~~~

After finally falling into a deep sleep, Marik awoke with a smile on his slightly bruised face. He rolled to his left expecting to find his lover, Mariku sleeping soundly. All he saw was an empty bed and the room he used to live in when he still lived with his sister and brother. That's when he remembered everything that had happened the previous day. All the pain he felt the night before hit him like a Mac truck.

He felt a knot form in his stomach that started working its way up to his throat. He dashed to the bathroom and hurled until he could only dry heave into the toilet.

Marik placed his face on the side of the toilet seat as he felt a splitting headache arise. The thought of what he did last night and who he did it with had him reeling. Not only did he royally screw up, he was pregnant, by some fucked up miracle caused by magic, he was pregnant.

That made him think of Mariku... The only person who loved him for who he truly was and he went out and cheated on him with someone awful and sick. The father of his child... He needed to apologize, needed to explain and tell him about the little person growing inside of him. The perfect coalescence of himself and Mariku and it was growing, living, developing inside of him.

He placed his hands on the bump that was forming at his waist and smiled sadly. He hoped beyond hope that Mariku would forgive him and believe that he was pregnant. He wanted their little family to work.

"Marik, dearest brother, are you awake?" Isis was calling him, but he didn't feel up to talking so he sat and waited for her to find him.

"Marik? Are you alright, where are you?" He heard her light but steady footsteps approaching the bathroom.

"Mari-," Isis opened the door and looked into the bathroom, but stopped mid-name when she saw her disheveled brother laying half on the toilet, half on the ground, "Oh, there you are. Morning sickness, I see. I hope you are feeling better."

"Unng..." Marik looked up at her with and tired and glazed eyes. "I feel like shit, Isis, but not as bad as last night. So like two percent better." He let his head rest back on the seat of the toilet, not having the strength to hold it up any longer.

"I'm very sorry, Marik. I went out earlier this morning and picked up some prenatal vitamins for you and something to calm the morning sickness. You'll need to drink a lot of fluids as well."

Malik just moved his head slightly to let her know he was listening. Isis strode over to her brother and knelt down next to him. "Brother, things will improve. I can tell you that with much certainty. Just don't give up on everything, your perseverance will pay off." She placed her hand on his back and rubbed it in a circular pattern. She frowned slightly down at her and when Marik finally looked up to meet her knowing gaze, he saw that her forehead was creased in thought and worry.

He hated that he had caused her any worry. She didn't deserve to have to have another thing shoveled onto her already full plate, but he knew she would've wanted him to come to her. She smiled at him with eyes full of something akin to sympathy and care.

She put her hand out in order for him to take it and as he did he felt his spirits rise a little more. It had been more than twenty-four hours since he had been touched in a caring way. It made him miss Mariku more...

She walked him to the kitchen of the little apartment and had him sit down at their quaint table. She had already fixed him eggs, toast, and bacon, lots of bacon."Would you like a glass of milk or orange juice?"

"Hmm, OJ, hold the pulp and the muder trial."

"Clever, but rather old, don't you think?"

"Eh, I thought it was funny."

"As long as you are happy." She smiled at him serenely as she brought him his glass of juice and breakfast.

"Thanks, sis." He dug in as Isis smiled at him from across the table.

after he had finished he decided it was time to go home. Back to his real home. His home that he shared with Mariku and he hoped that he'd have him.

He stood from the table and put his dishes in the sink. He kissed his sister and walked into the living room area. Rashid was sitting on the couch watching television.

"Hey bro, heard you're going to be a mommy." Rashid smiled up at him and laughed.

"Yes, I just hope Mariku is as light hearted about the whole thing." Marik sighed and felt his spirits begin a swift descent.

"Hey," Marik looked up from staring at his feet, "If he's as crazy about you as you are about him, he'll suck it up, he'll get over whatever you did. He'll love you and that baby," Rashid pointed to Marik's stomach, "no matter what."

Marik felt a tear leak out of his eye and roll down his cheek. "Thanks, Rashid." With that, he turned and headed for the door. His shoulders sank and he tried to be as positive as possible about everything. He unlocked it and turned the knob.

He stepped out into the harsh morning and felt the sun sting his eyes. Everything was so sharp and real. He pulled the keys to his motorcycle out of his pocket and got on as he braced himself for the moment he'd have to tell Mariku what he'd done.

~~~~~At Mariku & Marik's Apartment~~~~~

Marik walked to the door of his apartment and felt a knot grow large and painful in his throat. He tried to swallow it done, but had no such luck. It stayed and made him stand outside with a look of pure self loathing and disappointment on his face.

He finally plucked up enough courage to unlock the door and walk slowly in. All he saw were bottles and cans, spent and laying all over. He walked into the kitchen and found that some wine bottles had been smashed. He worried about Mariku and what he'd done in his absence.

He walked to their room and found Mariku passed out on the bed. All he felt was more self loathing. He caused him to sit around and drink until he passed out. He caused him to worry and bed that down with alcohol. It was his fault and he knew that if just him being gone did this to him, him cheating would do much, much more.

Marik sat down next to his incapacitated lover and stroked his wild hair. Mariku would awaken soon and he would tell him everything.

~~~~~ 1 Hour Time Skip~~~~~

Marik was startled when he saw Mariku begin to stri next to him. The minutes had passed like whole days as he watched Mariku sleep and thought about how and what he would say.

Mariku grumbled and rubbed his eyes. He rolled over and saw Marik sitting next to him with a grim look on his face.

"W-when did you get in?" Marik noticed that Mariku's eyes were severely blood shot and felt a pang of guilt deep in the pit of his stomach.

"About an hour or so ago. I-I saw the mess and came in to see if you were alright."

"I am," Mariku was completely awake and began to bristle, hating that Marik had gone off and done Ra knows what.

"That's good, I'm glad. Mariku? We need to talk ab-" He felt his throat close and had to strain to go on. His eyes were fixed on Mariku's and he could see the worry and pain in their depths. "We need to talk about some things..."

Mariku sat up then and watched Marik carefully, wanting to know what he had to say but also not wanting to. He flet that it would hurt him and he liked to avoid being hurt at all cost. "Okay... Well, what is it?"

Marik sucked in a breath and felt his face flush with embarassment and nervousness.

"First, I need to tell you what happened last night." At that, Mariku winced, bracing himself for the blow to come. "Last night, I went to Feline and met a guy..." Marik felt a tear streak down his face as he remembered the man.

"His name was Bakura and I... I... Uh-"

"You went home with him..." Mariku whispered, knowing immediately what his lover couldn't say. He felt his heark sink and knew he wouldn't be able to take what was coming next.

"I-I did, and I am so sorry. It was absolutely awful and the whole time I thought of you!"

"Then why were you fucking him?!" Mariku's face grew hot with anger and hurt.

"I didn't mean it like that! I meant that he hurt me, used me and all I could think is 'I really messed up and this is what I get for screwing around the only person I have ever loved'. I have bruises everywhere!"

"I see... There's one on your neck... And high on your cheek."

"Yes, but that isn't all..."

Mariku's jaw fell slack and he nearly got up and left then, but from the look that Marik was giving him he knew it was too important.

"It's kind of unbelievable and I understand if you think I'm crazy, but Isis had a strong feeling about this and you know she's always right."

Mariku only nodded, wishing that he would just get on with it.

"Well... I'm pregnant..."

Mariku was stunned. There was no way... And then a thought hit him hard. "WITH BAKURA'S BABY?!"

"NO! It's yours... And I know this is impossible, but the signs are all there and Isis said-"

"I'm gonna be a dad..."

"Yes and so am I, but-"

"I'm gonna be a dad... For real..." Mariku was in shock. He hadn't even thought about having kids. He figured he might adopt and knew due to his sexually preference that was his only option, or so he thought.

"How?"

"How what?"

"How did this happen?"

"Well, Isis said that it had to do with magic."

Mariku frowned slightly and furrowed his brow in thought. "How far along are you?"

"Isis said about three months."

Mariku thought back and rmembered that amazing night that they shared. It had been so long since that had been that way with each other... And magic? How did magic have anything to do with-

"Wait, you mean like shadow magic?"

"Maybe, I have no clue, Isis only said magic."

"Dammit..."

"What is it?"

"That night, you asked if we should put the Millennium Rod up and I just brushed it off... Now here we are... About to have a baby..."

Marik frowned. He felt awful that he had just dropped two huge, atomic bombs on Mariku after letting him worry all night.

"I'm sorry."

Mariku looked at Marik again and saw he was crying. Tears were spilling down his bronzed cheeks and his eyes only portrayed self hatred and the need to be forgiven.

He saw the bruises and he felt his stomach twist into a huge, angry knot. It made him feel like he'd swallowed a brick. Marik had cheated... But in the process he'd been hurt and abused and now he finds out he's pregnant, too. Mariku thought about how easy it could've been for that asshole to hurt his baby. His baby? He'd settled into that shocking fact easily enough.

Mariku knew he couldn't just leave Marik and from the bruises and the look on his face he knew that he'd been through hell. He felt bad for Marik. Felt like all that had happened last night only made Marik love him more, appreciate him more. He saw in his eyes the love that he had. He hated that it took him cheating and finding out he was pregnant, but he was glad that at least he did.

"Mariku?"

"Y-yes?"

"Are we okay?"

Mariku looked down at his hands and felt in his heart that he needed to just forgive and forget. Marik had made a mistake and he had gotten his retribution immediately. He needed to suck it up for his baby and for the one he loved.

He looked up into Marik's eyes with tears rolling down his face.

"We're messed up and you're pregnant, but we are okay. We will get much, much better."

Marik felt his heart jump in his chest and more tears, happy tears, streaked down his face.

"Mariku! Thank you so much! I'm so sorry, I-I am so stupid and I know I messed up, but I'll make it up-"

"Stop. Just come here and lay with me... I just need a minute with you close..."

Marik shut his mouth and gladly obliged Mariku. He scooted over and lay down on the bed. Mariku put his arms around him and they stared at the ceiling in silence, thinking about everything that had happened and everything to come.

A/N: I hope you liked it! Please review and go check out Find A Way by NightingaleNightThief if you haven't already!