- Yay new chapter! The suspense has been killing you, hasn't it? ;D Enjoy. :)
"RYOU!" Marik's yami form, also known as Melvin, shouted unexpectedly. The deep, distorted voice broke the silence like shattering glass. Ryou's eyes widened more than usual.
"What the-? Marik?" He asked, confused and scared by his sudden change in appearance. Marik's hair was now spiked into very large tufts, fanning out over his head, making his hair look like a palm tree of sorts. It was a rather startling change from his usually neat, stranded hair. In the middle of his forehead bore a bright glowing golden Eye of Horrus.
"I am not Marik!" Melvin grinned widely, showing off his fangs. Ryou gulped.
"Then who are you?" He stammered.
"You shall just know me as… the guy who's going to murder you…" Melvin replied, grabbing the Millennium Rod from his belt and unsheathing it, revealing the sharp blade hidden inside.
"What! N-no!" Ryou cried. His body trembled and shook as he backed up against the fridge.
"I'm going to receive great pleasure from torturing you.." Melvin flashed a wicked smirk at the small boy shaking against the refrigerator. Ryou's eyes darted from Melvin to the dagger in fear. Melvin noticed this and chuckled.
"What, are you frightened of Mr. Stabby? It doesn't hurt… See?" He grinned, taking the blade and slashing it across his own arm, blood spraying and splattering in different directions. He laughed maniacally before licking his arm, the hot blood running against his tongue and collecting at the corners of his mouth. Ryou's eyes grew huge now.
"You're bloody insane!" He shouted, starting to cry uncontrollably.
"Nah!" Melvin laughed and grabbed Ryou by his shirt, yanking him closer to him violently.
"Now… Come with me…" He grinned wildly, dragging the poor boy to his bedroom. He threw Ryou down onto the bed and locked the door. He whipped back around and pinned Ryou down onto the bed just as he was beginning to try to escape, his Millennium Rod clenched between his teeth as he did so. Ryou tried to scream out, hoping someone, if anyone, could hear him.
"Shh!" Melvin hissed, shoving his hand up to his mouth to drown out his scream. He forced Ryou to flip around and lay on his stomach. Melvin then used the Rod to rip off his shirt, throwing the shreds onto the floor. Ryou, extreme fear and horror flashing in his eyes, started gasping for air. Melvin straddled his back and pointed the tip of the blade at the top of Ryou's back, puncturing it slightly. A trickle of blood ran down his skin. Melvin used a finger to catch it, and then licked off the blood with a nasty grin planted on his face.
"I'm going to do to you what my father did to me ten years ago!" Melvin growled, now forcing the dagger deeper into Ryou's back. He screamed out in pain, the cold metal digging into his back felt like hot, burning fire shooting up his spine. Suddenly, Melvin experienced a rather strong shot of pain in his head. In fact, it was so severe that he had to stop what he was doing and hold a hand up to his forehead. Ryou saw this as an opportunity and was able to escape out from under him. He ran to the door and quickly unlocked it, flying out of the room and racing down the hallway, towards his own room. He figured he did not have enough time to run into the living room, towards the door to outside. Besides, the last place he wanted to be stuck in was a pitch dark alley. He entered his bedroom and slammed the door shut, locking it. He didn't know how locking it would help, but it was worth a shot. Ryou dove under the bed, securing himself from all vision and waited. His breaths were short and his heartbeat raced. He had never been so scared in his life. Meanwhile, Melvin had recollected himself and was now making his way towards Ryou's hiding spot.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" He sang, grabbing onto the doorknob and yanking. Obviously expecting it to be locked, he punched the door forcefully, waiting for it to smash in. Nothing happened. Melvin cursed at himself and tried again, this time with sheer force. Still, nothing. Not even a scratch in the wood.
"The fuck?!" He then tried kicking the door in with the most forceful thrust of his foot he could muster. Melvin was astounded by the strength of this door. In fact, it was intentionally built this way. A few months ago, Marik and Bakura replaced all of the doors in the house with the thickest, strongest type there was. They Melvin-proofed the house in case something like this ever were to happen. It seemed to have paid off.
"You're lucky these fucking doors are strong against me, otherwise I would be ripping out your throat right now!" Melvin growled, clenching the Rod tight in his fist. Suddenly there was a loud chiming sound coming from the living room. Melvin's eyes widened. It was midnight. Ryou, who was still hiding under the bed, felt a sting of pain in his chest. Bakura was trying to tap back into Ryou's mind to regain control.
"I'm taking over your body again.." Bakura said in his echo-spirit voice. Ryou gulped.
"N-no! I was just getting used to being in control again!" He pouted.
"Well sod off, because it's going to happen!" Bakura said.
"B-but.. I like your M-Marik friend.. He's nice.. We've grown really close," Ryou explained, obviously exaggerating big time.
"…Wh-what?..." Bakura asked, becoming hot and extremely jealous.
"Yeah! Marik and I had lots of fun tonight!" Ryou went on. Bakura twitched with jealousy.
"Y-you…you…" He stammered, trying to talk straight.
"He even gave me his pudding!" Ryou continued to add more anger to Bakura, who was fuming with fury by now. Marik NEVER gave his pudding to anyone. He decided to change the subject before he blew a gasket.
"Well, whatever, I don't care! I'm going to control you again now… Wait.. Why the bloody hell are you hiding under my bed? Where's Marik?" Bakura asked, starting to fear the worst.
"Marik's turned into this crazy psychopath! He tried to KILL me, Bakura!" Ryou cried.
"I feared this would happen…" Bakura said nervously. He sighed to give himself courage before he added, "Ryou.. You need to let me take over.. You're resisting too much, I can't tap into your mind.. It's the only way to stop him.."
"What do you mean?" Ryou gasped.
"Marik will listen to me because…because.. we have a strong friendship with each other.. We care about each other.." Bakura explained, trying not to give away that he loved him.
"Wait… so you guys… love each other?" Ryou asked, confused and shocked.
"What?! No! Well… maybe…"
"Ewww so did you… have SEX with him with MY body?" Ryou said, touching himself in shock.
"No! Now will you just bloody fucking give in?" Bakura growled, becoming irritated with his host. He tried with all of his might to channel his energy into invading his mind, but something was blocking him.
"…Will you promise to help Marik?" Ryou asked. Bakura twitched again, his jealousy peaking.
"Yes! I'm going to help him!" Bakura said. Ryou closed his eyes.
"Alright then.." He said and gave up on his attempts to resist Bakura poking him for control again. Bakura almost fist-bumped the air and quickly regained possession of the body he missed. He took a breath of air from his own lungs and grinned. Then he remembered the raging psychopath murderer who was just on the other side of the door. He got up out from under the bed, his 'kitty ears' perked up to their normal size. He walked to the door and stopped.
"Marik?..." Bakura called. Melvin could sense that Ryou had changed back to Bakura. The small sliver of the Marik inside of him heard his voice and jumped for joy, begging for control over his own body again, wanting to embrace Bakura after being gone the whole day. Melvin shook his head, refusing to give in.
"I am not Marik!" He said, groaning after a shot of pain hit him in the chest. Marik was trying with all of his might to fight his evil.
"Marik… Please… I know it's you… There's no need to be angry anymore.. I'm here. I'm here for you. You can fight this. Come back to me. I love you…" Bakura said softly. Melvin froze. 'I love you…' replayed in his head. His eyes grew wide as he began losing control.
"N-no!" He yelled as Marik shoved his evil self out of the way. He regained control over his body. After gaining his sense back and overcoming his dizziness and confusion, a huge grinned formed on his face.
"Bakura! Bakura!" He cheered, jumping up and down like a child, wanting him to open the door so he could hug him. When Bakura realized that Marik was back to himself again, his 'kitty ears' perked up higher than usual. He was excited.
"Marik!" He smiled, unlocking the door and throwing it open, swinging it so hard it almost broke off the hinges.
"Bakuraaa! I missed you!" Marik beamed as he saw his good ol' buddy again. He rushed to him and hugged onto him tight, never wanting to let go.
"Mmm and I missed you too…" Bakura closed his eyes and gripped onto him tight. Marik leaned back from the hug to look at him in the eyes, still gripped onto him tightly. Bakura locked his eyes onto his shimmering amethyst, as Marik did with his deep chocolate.
"Bakura… I… You being away from me this long has made me realize… You're my everything… I love your company… We're just.. We're so fit for each other, you know? We go together like the Millennium Puzzle! And.. I've come to the realization.. That yes… Yes I am.. Yes I am in fact, deeply… MADLY… in love with you…" Marik spilled out his emotions, before leaning in and kissing Bakura right on the mouth. Bakura, his heart filled with love and passion, sighed in content as they kissed, his eyes closed. He gripped onto Marik tighter as they continued their deep kiss, both of their racing heartbeats pulsing together in rhythm. Finally, after what seemed like hours, they broke apart. Bakura chuckled from seeing the bright red slash across Marik's face. The Egyptian was blushing hardcore and didn't even realize it.
"Wh-whaat?" He spurted out, only adding a deeper shade of red to his cheeks.
"Nothing, you're so fucking adorable," Bakura said and hugged him tight.
"Err let's go sit down!" Marik suggested, wanting to change the subject. He dragged Bakura to the living room and they both sat down on the couch. Bakura turned to look at him, a grin on his face.
"So you've finally admitted it!" He smirked.
"Admitted what?" Marik asked.
"That you love me!" Bakura almost groaned.
"Yeah, as friends!" He rolled his eyes. Bakura was hurt by this.
"Wh-what? But… We kissed…" He said sadly, hanging his head low. He could feel tears starting to form in his eyes. Marik grinned.
"Gotcha.." He said, giving Bakura an extremely mischievous look.
"What?"
"Fooled you! I was only yanking your chain, silly, of course I love you!" Marik beamed and kissed him on the lips. Bakura was the one blushing now.
"Ohh, you sneaky criminal, you!" Bakura smirked back at him and quickly jumped onto Marik's lap, grabbing his wrists and pinning him onto the couch. Marik was full of shock and surprise.
"Ah! Kura, let goooo!" He begged, struggling against him.
"Let me think about it… Nah!" Bakura kept his grin planted on his face. Then as he slid his hands down Marik's wrists to his arms, Marik let out a yelp. Suddenly turned off, an expression of worry took over him.
"What? What's wrong?" Bakura asked, bringing back his hands. He looked at his right hand and saw that it was covered in blood. He gasped.
"Kura… My arm.." Marik cringed, holding his left arm with his free hand. Bakura saw that on his left upper arm was a very long gash.
"Oh Gods!" He said, applying pressure to it. Surprisingly enough, the bleeding stopped soon after. Bakura ran into the kitchen to fetch a towel and some ice. He wrapped the towel around Marik's injured arm and put the bagged ice on top.
"It was Melvin…" Marik whimpered. He could not even count the number of times Melvin had injured Marik intentionally (and very much to Melvin's pleasure). The ice soothed his arm to great amounts. Marik grinned at Bakura.
"Heh… Bakura… Ice…" He smirked, groaning from the relaxing pleasure.
"Yes, I know," Bakura chuckled and rolled his eyes. Even when he was in pain, he was still a jokester. Bakura grinned back at him as he took out an ice cube and held it up to Marik's mouth. Marik licked it and then bit down on the cube, while flashing Bakura an extremely seductive look. Bakura gulped, for it had suddenly gotten steaming hot in the room, even though he was holding a bag of ice. Marik continued by sucking on the cube a little before proceeding to crunch it and swallow it. Bakura watched, very aroused, and found himself trying to mount Marik.
"Kura, what are you doing?" He giggled, amused by Bakura's efforts.
"N-nothing, M-marik.." Bakura huffed loudly as he laid Marik down on his back and climbed on top of him, kissing his neck and starting to dry hump him.
"Mmf really, because it c-certainly s-seems like it!" Marik said, finding himself getting extremely hard from Bakura's grinding.
"Mm Marik, you're fucking sexy.." Bakura panted, humping him more.
"R-really? W-well, you're n-not the f-first to say th-that.." He answered heavily, feeling as if his crotch was on fire. Bakura rolled his eyes at his extreme ego. The boy was crazy. But he loved him despite it. In fact, he found his craziness one of the main reasons he was attracted to him in the first place. Bakura kissed him on the lips.
"I hate you.." He grinned. Marik's face turned bright red, and he grinned back.
"I hate you too.." He replied, their mouths merely an inch away from each other's.
"And I'll always hate you.." Bakura said softly, leaning even closer so now their lips barely grazed one another's. Marik closed his eyes and, not being able to take it any longer, smashed his lips against Bakura's.
"Mmf Marik.." He groaned, kissing him with deep passion and love he had never felt before in his entire life. In all of his 5,000 years, he had never once met a person like Marik. Not even remotely close. There was something about him that just sparked life and happiness for him. It took him 5,000 years to find him, but now that he has, he could never be happier.
"Bakura…" As for Marik, he never knew love either. Through all of his years of abuse by his father, he grew weary about love. He was never shown any, so he never knew what it was. However, after meeting Bakura and getting to know him, he felt this strong emotion awaken inside of him for the very first time. He loved the feeling of the warm, fuzzy contractions in his chest that formed every time he was with Bakura. It made him feel amazing. Marik wrapped his arm around Bakura and gripped his back. This time, Bakura let out a yelp of pain.
"Wh-what?" Marik gasped, drawing his hand back. Bakura groaned and winced as he crossed his right arm over his chest and held the area on his back that was cut into.
"Marik, my back hurts.." He muttered and got up off of Marik, sitting back down on the couch. He turned around and took off his shirt so Marik could see what was wrong.
"What is it?" He asked. Marik gasped. Harsh carvings were engraved on his back and his blood was smeared all over. He started to panic.
"Oh no! Bakura! Your back! It's-it's… Cut into! Oh Gods I'M SORRY BAKURA! I'M SO SORRY!" Marik began bawling and grabbed onto Bakura, crying into his shoulder.
"Marik, it's fine, you didn't.."
"It's my fault! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He continued sobbing uncontrollably into him.
"Will you please stop saying you're bloody sorry?!" Bakura almost shouted.
"But I did that! I hurt you!" Marik cried.
"It wasn't you, it was your bloody psychopath counterpart," Bakura corrected him. Marik brought his head back and looked up at him in the eyes. Bakura felt a sharp pain in his chest when he saw Marik's glistening, tearful eyes. It pained him to see him upset like this.
"But…he is me… I am Melvin!" He broke out into another heavy sob. Bakura hugged him securely and tight.
"It's-it's.. j-just I-I.. I h-hear v-voices, and th-they take over m-me and…and.. make me d-do h-horrible things!" He choked, upset with himself.
"Bakura, I hate this! I wish I didn't have this problem!" He continued.
"It's okay.. Shhh…" Bakura tried to calm him down.
"It's not okay, Bakura! I try to kill you sometimes! Does that not bother you? I have serious problems, and I don't think it would be the best idea for us to be together like this… I don't… want to hurt you…" Marik said, an awful knot twisting his stomach. Bakura was stunned by his statement.
"Marik! Don't say that!" Bakura said, grabbing him by both shoulders and looking him in the eyes.
"But Bakura… I don't want you to be hurt by me… We can't-.."
"For the love of Ra, Marik, don't say that! We can work through this! We're already starting to fix this bloody problem! Have you not noticed? You haven't turned into your Yami form for a very long time, and we were beginning to realize what your triggers were! You only turned into Melvin tonight because that Ryou bloke was getting on your nerves! But I'm here now, and we're going to fix this! Trust me.." Bakura explained.
"I…I guess… But still, I-.." Marik started but was interrupted.
"And you've been getting damn good at controlling yourself recently as well! Think about it. You're beginning to have more self-control and you're able to knock back your bad self pretty hard on his ass," Bakura said.
"Yeah.." Marik replied, thinking back to it and beginning to get a little more self-confidence. He smiled weakly.
"So…please.. Don't say we can't be together.." Bakura said, kissing Marik on the cheek. Marik blinked and blushed violently. He still wasn't used to being kissed, let alone by another guy.
"Bakura.." Marik laughed a little, still blushing hard.
"Hm?" Bakura managed to mutter out as he kissed and licked his neck.
"I… I never even believed for a second that.. I would be attracted to another guy," he said, quite entertained by himself. Then he added, "I never for an instant thought I was gay!" Bakura chuckled softly.
"Well, neither did I.. I didn't think I could find another guy sexy or perhaps a love interest.. But bloody hell, Marik.." Bakura grabbed onto Mariks waist and grinned at him. "You're fucking sexy!" He added. Marik found that grin of his to be extremely arousing. He felt his member starting to harden in his rather tight pants. He winced and resituated the crotch of his pants, sticking his tongue out in concentration as he tried to find a comfortable spot.
"Heh… You alright there?" Bakura grinned wider and narrowed his eyes.
"Y-yes.." Marik was able to say, with a little difficulty.
"Sure about that?" Bakura asked and leaned towards him, placing his hand on Marik's exposed midriff. He let out a loud groan as he did so. The swelling member in his pants grew harder as Bakura touched him. It felt like shots of white hot fire on his skin that left pleasurable burns. Bakura's hand moved from his stomach down his abs to his sex line, where he thumbed right under his pants line. He grinned slyly as he watched Marik close his eyes and let out another moan. His hand could feel the heat radiating off of him.
"Bakuurraa…" He groaned, his throbbing cock begging to escape from his pants. Since he had on his usual black tight pants, his boner was highly noticeable. Bakura eyed it and smirked.
"Let me suck you.." He said, his eyes narrowed to his usual expression of slyness.
"Wh-whaat?" Marik breathed.
"You heard me… You seem quite under the pressure… So let me alleviate you.." Bakura said, flashing him an even sexier look.
"Bakurraa.." Marik groaned, wanting him to suck him badly. The thought of his mouth tight around his cock, sucking him gently with passion and love made his heartbeat race.
"Mm Marik… I want to suck you.." Bakura said, looking at the huge boner in his pants. He started to fiddle with his belt.
"Nnff I dunno.." Marik said, thinking about it.
"Oh come on.. Let's just say.. It's.. a favor," Bakura said, being sneaky and finishing taking off his belt. He threw it to the side and started working on his pants button.
"Wellll… Okay.." Marik grinned back at him. Bakura took no time after being given the invitation to start taking off his pants. As he slipped off Marik's pants, he saw his extremely hardened member in full view. The very sight of him made his heart leap and his own boner starting to grow.
"Marik.." He groaned, getting off the couch and kneeling down on the floor in front of him so he was sitting between Marik's legs as he sat on the couch, his mouth equal height to his cock. Bakura's mouth was merely an inch away from him, his hot breath sending shivers up Marik's spine. The teasing was overpowering, and Marik couldn't stand it any longer.
"Ahhh Bakura! Suck me!" He ordered, leaning back on the couch and letting Bakura take over now. Bakura grinned and brought out his tongue, licking the tip of his head lightly.
"With pleasure.." He said and stroked his cock with his hot, wet tongue. He began at the very bottom underside of his shaft, and licked his way up to the very tip, swirling his tongue around in some spots, which just so happened to be Marik's pressure points. Marik let out a loud groan of pleasure followed by a short gasp as Bakura popped his member into his mouth.
"Mmm.." Bakura hummed, sending vibrations onto his pulsing member to add more pleasure to the experience. Marik thought he was going to pass out from all of the ecstasy being washed through him.
"Ahh Bakura! Ahh—fuck!" He panted as Bakura bobbed his head in rhythm while sucking him harder. Bakura felt a load of precum fall into his mouth, and took this as a cue to go faster and harder. Marik was riding right on the very edge of an extremely intense orgasm. His muscles tightened as he was preparing himself to blast his load.
"G-aaahhhh! Bakura! I'm—gonna-ahhh!—c-cum!" He gave his warning.
"Cum in my mouth.." Bakura said quickly and braced himself, giving one last hard suck and bob to him. Marik obeyed him and, not being able to hold back any longer, released his pressure with one hard blow, blasting his load of cum into his lover's mouth while screaming out his name over and over again. Bakura swallowed his hot liquid and popped him out of his mouth. He grinned and wiped his mouth clean of any excess that might have escaped. Marik was dazed by his intense orgasm. He lied down on the couch, breathing heavily and enjoying the amazing afterglow.
"Bakura… Thank you… I love you," he sighed.
"You're very welcome… And I love you too," Bakura replied, crawling over on the floor to where Marik's mouth was, giving him a deep kiss. Marik yawned and sprawled out on the couch, starting to doze off a little. Bakura chuckled at his attempts to keep awake. It seemed as if he was trying for the life of him.
"Mm Bakura… I…" That was all Marik could say before he yawned yet again. His eyelids were growing heavy. After all, it was nearly one o'clock in the morning. Plus his intense orgasm had left him exhausted. He had never came so hard in his life! The next thing the tired Egyptian knew, he was being carried to his bedroom by Bakura. Despite having a thin frame, Bakura was actually extremely strong. Then again, Marik didn't weigh that much to begin with.
"Come on, sleepy head," Bakura said, carrying him into his room and lying him down on his bed. He looked down at him as Marik looked back up to him with tired, yet loving, eyes.
"G—good…night…B-Bakura.." He said quietly.
"Good night to you too.. I love you Marik," Bakura whispered and leaned down to him to give him one last kiss for the night. Bakura turned to leave, and when he got to the entrance he heard Marik mutter something in his half-sleep.
"I—love y-you too, Bakura…" He said right before passing out for good. Bakura's heart filled with emotions. He didn't know whether to cry like a wimp, or jump and shout like a child. He felt… happy. He grinned and left Marik so he could sleep. After leaving his room, it wasn't long after until Bakura hit the hay himself.
-Heh, now that we've warmed things up a bit, let's see what Chapter 5 will bring us! Cumming soon. ;)