- Chapter 2 is now up! Enjoy. :)

Later that night, Bakura was on the couch watching one of his favorite shows, CSI. Tonight's episode was about Jack the Ripper. While munching on popcorn and sipping his tea, Bakura grinned a nasty smile.

"Heh… Fools.. They still have no idea.." He said deeply, a wild look in his eye. Marik came in from the hall in his pajamas, looking like he was ready to go to bed. His pajamas consisted of a white tank top that had large printed black letters in an Old English font reading "BAMF", and thin purple shorts that were a little too tight for Bakura to keep his eyes from drifting away.

"Uh—er—BAMF?" Bakura coughed, getting a little uncomfortable down below.

"Confused? It stands for 'Bad Ass Mother Fucker!'" He grinned, and took a seat next to Bakura on the couch.

"Of course," he sighed, not being able to keep himself from stealing another peek at him in those shorts.

"Ugh, why does he have to be so bloody sexy?" He thought to himself.

"So what are you watching, Kura?" Marik asked.

"Please don't call me that.." Bakura facepalmed.

"Well would you rather me call you Kitty?" He threw his hands up in the air dramatically.

"No, why don't you just call me by my REAL name..?" Bakura bickered.

"But that's not fun! Where's the fun in that?" Marik pouted once again. Bakura really did hate it when he pulled his puppy dog face on him. He could not resist it for some reason no matter what. In fact, most of what Marik did made him feel like a completely different person. He seemed to change into a more caring and happy person than usual. It had taken this long for him to figure this out, but it was all because of Marik. He had feelings for the boy, and he didn't know what to do. After all, he never felt kindness before. What was he supposed to do? He started to panic again, his breathing became rugged and fast. He clenched his fist up to his chest, for he was experiencing excruciating pain.

"Agh!" He grunted, confused by what was happening to him. Marik's eyes widened with worry as he gripped onto him securely.

"Bakura!" He gasped, looking at him with tearful sparkling eyes. Bakura groaned and opened his own eyes, where they locked onto Marik's. The deep chocolate met with the shining lavender.

"I'm okay," he said, feeling better now. Marik sighed in relief.

"Whew! I don't know what I would have done if something happened to you! You're my best friend, well, really my only friend.. I don't know what I would do if I lost you.. I'd have nowhere to go, because-.." Marik said quickly and loudly, until he was interrupted by Bakura grabbing his shoulders and pulling him closer to him.

"Marik, shut up for a minute because I need to tell you something!" He choked, trembling and shaking like he was out in a blizzard storm. His heart raced a thousand beats a minute. Marik was frozen, speechless, and stared with wide eyes at Bakura.

"We've connected in such…ergh…such a deep way.. And I think… Marik.." He started to say.

"Yes?" Marik asked.

"I think I… l-… l-l.. l-like you…" He finished, almost throwing up in his mouth. Marik burst out in laughter, which rather surprised Bakura.

"Haha! Of course you do! We're friends after all!" He chuckled, obviously not getting what Bakura was trying to say.

"NO, you bloody fool!" Bakura shouted, pulling him closer, now his lips merely inches away from his. "I really do like you!"

"Uh…" Marik blinked. He didn't have a clue about what was going on. Bakura put his hand on the back of Marik's head and stared at him deep in the eyes, leaning in a little closer.

"You feel the same way about me, don't you?" He asked in a soft tone. Marik gulped.

"B-Bakura… I—I'm not g-gay.." He stammered, now trembling himself now. Bakura almost burst out laughing like Marik had just done.

"Nice try, you bloke, but you're not fooling me.." He smirked, and was preparing himself to kiss Marik on the mouth.

"Bakura, please! I'm not!" He almost struggled to get away but couldn't for some reason. It seemed like a heavy weight planted him there on the couch, even though Bakura's force was not that great at all. He could have easily escaped, but couldn't do it for some reason. Bakura sensed the fear in his eyes and hugged him close, forgetting about the kiss for now.

"So you're not ready to admit it yet? That's okay," he said, stroking his blonde locks of hair with his fingers.

"K-kura… I've told you a million times… I-.." Marik started, then added, "I…We're..we're just friends!" He cried and got up off the couch and ran for his room. Bakura was a little hurt by this. He felt a terrible pang in his chest. He hung his head low. Meanwhile, Marik was sitting on his bed, staring at the wall, still absorbing the sudden shock he had endured. He shook slightly.

"What is with him? He never acts this way… Maybe he's just having a bad day.." He told himself, still stunned by Bakura's niceness. He looked as if he wanted to kiss Marik badly, but he wouldn't let him. Maybe he should let him have one.. just one. It seemed the least he could do for him, since he was his dearest friend. That was it. A friendly kiss. That would be all it would be. Nothing more. Bakura came into his room quietly (he had a knack for this) and sat down on his bed next to him. Marik turned to look at him.

"Bakura… You wanted to kiss me, no? Well, I'll let you now.." He said and held out his arms like a person would do if they asked them to take their best punch on them. Bakura cocked his head.

"Marik, that's not how kisses work," he laughed slightly, amused by his friend. He wrapped his arms around the thin Egyptian boy and looked him in the eyes.

"Marik… Since we've met I knew there was something different about you… You understand me.. You make me laugh.. You're the only person I can talk to that won't run away from me… You don't fear me… And you're…sp-..special to me.. So I'm going to say this right now and get it off of my chest… Marik, I….love you…" Bakura explained, and took Marik's head in his hand and pulled him to his mouth. As their lips met, a powerful new energy pulsated through Bakura's body, an energy… of love. He had his eyes squeezed shut, and he deepened the kiss harder. Marik's eyes were wide open however, confused still by what was happening. He wanted to pull away, but he figured Bakura just wanted a friendly kiss, so he let him. Bakura finally broke off, a wide grin on his face. He felt amazing. Better than he had felt for thousands of years. A warm sensation filled his heart and he felt comforted all over his body.

"Mmm Marik.. I…I feel….so good…" He collapsed onto his back onto Marik's bed, staring up at the ceiling. For once in his cursed and wretched life, he felt incredible. "I really do love you.. so much…"

"As friends though, right?" Marik asked, still in denial about his sexuality. Bakura's eyes shot open and he glared at him.

"What do you mean? We just kissed.." He said.

"I thought you just wanted a friendly kiss. You know, a smooch on the lips just cuz you're, you know, my friend and all.." Marik said rather quickly.

"…Who does that?" Bakura groaned, putting a hand up to his forehead.

"Um.." Marik thought about it, and then realized how ridiculous it really sounded.

"Marik, I LOVE love you," Bakura tried to get it into his head. Marik grabbed Bakura's shoulders and looked at him straight in the eyes. His stomach fluttered, and he did not utter one word as he smashed his lips onto Bakura's. However, he quickly broke away.

"Uh—uh—oh god!" He gasped, seeming surprised he had done such a thing and leapt up off of his bed, running out of the room. Bakura sighed and followed.

"Poor soul… He's so confused and doesn't want to come out of the closet he's driving himself insane.." Bakura said to himself. Then a terrible scenario played out in his head.

"Oh God… I hope he doesn't turn into his Yami from all of this stress.." He gulped. If there was one thing in this world that Bakura was afraid of, it was Marik's Yami form, also known as Melvin. The man was completely insane, a Masochist, and just overall someone not to hang around with. His mere presence was lethal. Once or twice he had experienced this form of Marik, and he did not enjoy it one bit. He figured he should try to find Marik, wherever he had ran off to, and try to comfort him. He got up from the bed and first walked to the bathroom door. It was closed, which offered a pretty good chance Marik was inside.

"Marik?" Bakura knocked on the door. I faint sniff was audible from the other side of the door.

"Marik, I'm s…s… I'm s-sorry.." He said softly, wincing from saying such a horrible phrase. He opened the door and found Marik standing in front of the mirror, bent over with his hands on the sink as he stared at himself, tears streaming down his face. He didn't make a sound as Bakura came in. There was an intensely long deadly silence that dragged on for what seemed like hours. The only thing audible was Marik's rugged breathing.

"I'm such a fool, Bakura…" Marik said deeply, his voice much different than usual. Bakura was startled by the sudden break of the silence.

"I was stupid to not realize you cared for me sooner…" He continued in his deep tone. "I just did not want to admit my feelings for you because… you want to know why? I was scared… I'm scared right now. I've never known love before… Hell, I still don't even know my sexuality.." Marik explained.

"It's okay. Take your time," Bakura told him, putting his hand on his shoulder. Marik closed his eyes.

"I think… I need time to think about this.." He said, still in his depressed voice. Bakura hated his depressed voice. It was so deep and duller than his normal voice. He missed his happy, loud and rather high-pitched usual voice. It was just full of life. Now he didn't seem himself.

"Alright, whatever you want to do," Bakura patted his back and left the bathroom. Marik opened his eyes again, and followed him out of the bathroom, not wanting to be alone.

"Hey Kura!" He called from behind him. Bakura froze in his tracks, shocked because Marik's voice was now suddenly back to normal.

"Marik?" He turned around and was smothered by a hug from him. Marik gripped onto Bakura tight, holding him close to him. Bakura's hips were equal height to Marik's own, and he felt the bulge of his pajama shorts against his in his jeans. He gave a slight groan as his heartbeat grew faster. He felt intense amounts of heat pulsing out his crotch now, as he gripped Marik tighter and closer.

"Just wanted to give you a good night hug!" Marik smiled at him and broke apart the hug, much to Bakura's disappointment. He closed one eye as he resituated his jeans at the waist, trying to hide his bulge.

"O-okay.. Night," Bakura said with a bit of difficulty, and quickly rushed off to his room. Immediately he fell onto his bed and slid down his pants, his raging boner now free.

"Nnnfff.. Stupid sexy Marik…" He groaned and stroked himself. Starting from the bottom of his shaft, he worked his way up to his head and squeezed tighter, starting to jerk himself off now. His strokes became harder every time, and the entire time he thought of Marik and his exceptionally attractive body. The image of him licking and sucking that sausage earlier at Denny's caused Bakura to scream out as he arched his back.

"MARIK!" He cried, now leaking precum all over his hand, smearing it all over his cock as he used it to go faster and harder. The next thing he knew, his door flung open.

"Bakura!" Marik shouted, hearing him call out his name and coming to see if everything was alright with his friend. Bakura's eyes were wide, for Marik had just walked in on him with his pants down and his hand on his extremely hardened member, glistening in the light with precum. Marik stood at the doorway and stared at Bakura. His eyes drifted to his member. He began to sweat a little, for his skin became very hot.

"Oh… Gods! I'm sorry!" He said loudly, but didn't move, his eyes still fixed on Bakura's cock. Bakura grinned at him and sat up, his hand still stroking himself.

"Want to join me?" He offered. Marik gulped. He now just noticed that his groin was feeling as if it was on fire, and he felt himself getting rather hard. Bakura, however had already noticed this, for his tight shorts gave it away.

"N-no, I'm o-okay," Marik said, and left the room, wanting to leave Bakura at peace to finish what he had started. Bakura sighed, disappointed and continued rubbing himself, now images of Marik's boner flooding his thoughts. He groaned out loudly as he jerked hard one last time and sprayed his cum all over his hand, stomach and chest. The climax hit him hard and he breathed so fast and rugged he thought he was going to have an attack of some sorts. Bright white stars danced in his vision before he could finally come to his senses. While experiencing an amazing afterglow, he looked down at his shirt, which he had soaked with his cum.

"Heh… Sorry about that, Ryou.." He chuckled, and threw it off of him, flinging it onto the floor. He would wash it tomorrow. Right now he just wanted to lay in bed and think about the wonderful feelings and the person that gave him those wonderful feelings: Marik.

-Chapter 3 is coming shortly! Please keep the reviews coming, I greatly appreciate them. :)