-Here we go, the sixth Chapter. You'll find things are getting quite...hot now.. ;)
Marik awoke and found himself in a very large room. He gazed at the new surroundings in awe. His bed was made of fine linens and he realized he was shirtless while wearing a tunic. Confused, Marik got up off of his bed and stretched. His room glowed a deep shade of blue from the moon. He looked off to the left of his bed and saw there was a balcony of sorts. He walked over to it and saw miles and miles of sand dunes, each illuminated by the moon's reflection. The beautiful desert view reminded him of back home. He looked straight down and saw stone pillars, dwellings and paved walkways. He gasped. Could it be? He was in ancient Egypt. Marik let out a strange squeaking sound from shock and large amounts of confusion. He heard someone's footsteps on the stone floor behind him. He turned around and saw a man dressed in a tunic; however his was more ragged looking. He appeared out of breath.
"Pharaoh!" He cried. Marik turned pale. He looked behind him, expecting Atem, not believing what he was hearing. He almost passed out when he realized that he was in fact referring to him. He couldn't believe it! He was the great Pharaoh of Egypt! His dream had come true.
"Y-yes?" Marik choked, still trying to grasp the fact that he was the Pharaoh.
"I heard a noise, is everything alright?" The man asked, highly respective of Marik.
"Yes, everything is fine," he replied. The man nodded, bowed and exited his room. Marik grinned wildly, an almost insane look flashing in his eyes.
"I'm the Pharaoh! I can do anything I want!" He said quietly to himself. He chuckled and looked over the balcony again. He suddenly realized he had something on his forehead. He brought his hand up to it and realized it was the infamous golden headwear the Pharaoh would wear. It shimmered brightly in the moonlight, along with his armbands, earrings and neckwear. Marik felt powerful and invincible. If only Bakura were here to see this. Suddenly he felt the urge to explore his new home. Marik walked out of his room and went down the long, dark hall. He was feeling extremely happy. As he ventured further down the hall, a faint, flickering light appeared in the distance. Soon he recognized it to be a candle. Marik stopped and noticed the candle getting closer to him. The small orange glow illuminated only a part of the face of the holder of the candle. The figure stopped about 10 feet away from Marik.
"Master," the figure bowed in respect.
"What are you doing wandering down here at this time of night?" Marik asked.
"I was, err, cleaning," the figure answered. Marik thought that the mysterious person's voice sounded awfully familiar.
"You can't fool me…" Marik said.
"Bullocks," the figure muttered. Marik's attentiveness immediately perked up.
"Kura? I mean-ahem—Bakura?" He called out to the mystery figure.
"Yes..?" The person, now correctly identified as Bakura, answered.
"Bakura! Come here for a second, to my room," Marik ordered happily, taking Bakura by the hand and dragging him towards his room.
"B-but Master, a servant like me is not allowed in the Pharaoh's royal room," Bakura said nervously.
"Relax, I will allow it," Marik grinned. After Bakura entered his room, he looked around in hesitation, fearful of even touching anything.
"Now, go get us some ice cream, servant!" Marik ordered, finding it humorous to ask for something that was not even heard of in this era.
"Ice cream it is, Master," Bakura said. Marik was stunned. How did he know what ice cream was? Bakura snapped his fingers and in the blink of an eye, a freezer appeared into the room out of smoke. Marik shook his head, flabbergasted. Just what was going on? He must be dreaming. But he couldn't have been. It seemed all too real. And he was loving every second of it. Bakura handed him a bowl of vanilla ice cream and a spoon.
"Mm thanks!" Marik grinned, taking a spoonful and shoving it into his mouth.
"No problem, my Pharaoh," Bakura nodded. He watched Marik eat his ice cream and began to drool a little. Marik, realizing this, nodded toward the freezer.
"Well, go on, get you one too," he said to his servant.
"R-really?" Bakura blushed.
"Of course," he replied. Bakura jumped up and quickly got himself some ice cream as well before sitting back down on the ground. Marik cocked his head and patted a spot next to him on his bed that he was sitting on.
"Come here, sit down," he told Bakura. He was not used to being respected and looked up upon. He found it to be extremely weird. Then again, everything that was happening had been extremely weird. Bakura nodded and followed his orders, sitting down on the Pharaoh's bed. He knew it was against the rules, but if the Pharaoh himself ordered him to… Then he assumed it was okay. As Marik finished his ice cream, he found himself getting rather horny. The thought of Bakura being his servant and him being the master was a major turn-on for him. Marik groaned and tried to hide the growing erection that was becoming quite visible through his tunic.
"Master? Are you okay?" Bakura asked. Suddenly Marik got a wild and crazy thought. He was the Pharaoh… And he could do anything he wanted. He grinned and smirked over at him.
"Yes.. Now Bakura… I order you to lie down on your stomach for a minute," the Pharaoh said.
"Yes, King Marik.." Bakura replied and obeyed him, lying down on his bed. Marik shivered, the way he called him 'King Marik' sent chills down his spine.
"Now…" Marik said, lowering his tunic off of him and tossing it aside. Bakura grinned, looking up at Marik and his completely clothe less body.
"Mm yes, fuck me Master.." He growled. Marik smirked and lowered Bakura's tunic off of him.
"I wish I had some lube," Marik said. All of a sudden, a bottle of lube appeared out of nowhere in his hand. He grinned and shrugged, taking some of it and applying some to his fingers.
"Now relax, my servant… Pharaoh won't hurt you.." He said, taking a single finger and poking it into Bakura's entrance. Bakura groaned and gripped onto the sheets of the bed. Marik added a second finger, and then began to scissor him gently and slowly. Bakura huffed heavily, almost becoming out of breath. Marik slid his fingers out of him and poked the tip of his pulsing cock against his entrance.
"Mm Pharaoh.. You're so sexy!" Bakura almost yelled as Marik entered him with a hard thrust.
"Aghh!" He groaned as he began pumping into him. The two were making love on a cool desert night, the moon casting an almost cobalt shade of blue on their bodies. They were starting to get tremendously hot and heavy until Marik felt someone violently shake him. He shot open his eyes and found that he was suddenly looking up at a white ceiling in a bright room. He jolted upright in his bed.
"Wh-whaa-?" Marik groaned, putting a hand to his forehead. He was covered in sweat. Then he realized his pants were completely soaked in large amounts of precum. He flushed bright red, and turned to see Bakura standing next to him.
"Wake up!" He said in almost a forceful tone.
"Wh-why? I was having such a nice drea- I mean… Why?" Marik asked, trying to wipe the sweat off of him.
"Somebody's at the door, and they want to see you," Bakura answered. Then he noticed how Marik was trying to hide his groin area. He grinned and laughed a little.
"Whaat? It's not funny! You have wet dreams too!" Marik was now as red as a lobster.
"Yeah well, I heard you earlier…saying my name an' all.." He smirked, crossing his arms.
"H-huh? Must have heard wrong," Marik said, refusing to believe it happened.
"I'm pretty sure it's impossible to mishear 'OHH BAKURA! YES! BAKURA!'" He reenacted. Marik collapsed back onto his bed, his hand on his forehead.
"Oi… Yeah I admit it.. I was dreaming of you.." He gave in.
"Heh… You can tell me about it later. But right now, you have a visitor apparently," Bakura said and left the room. Marik sighed and painstakingly got up off of his bed, changing out of his soaked pajama pants and slipping on a clean pair of black pants along with another purple shirt (He had many duplicates of the same outfit, as did everyone else). He made his way to the front door and opened it. A look of shock flashed on his face.
"Ishizu? What are you doing here?" He said, surprised.
"Brother, I must speak to you," Ishizu replied. She had long straight black hair and tanned skin. Her eyes shone of bright azure, shimmering intensely in the light. She wore a long tan low-cut dress with golden trimmings at the sleeves. She also wore a golden necklace that sported the Eye of Horrus. It was the Millennium Necklace, an item used to predict the future.
"Of course. Here, come in," Marik offered and stepped to the side. Ishizu nodded and walked into the house.
"Can I get you anything sis? Water, tea, or..well…Tea?" Marik laughed, realizing the only other beverage Bakura kept in the house was his favorite.
"I'm fine, thank you. Brother, we must speak of something important," Ishizu stated with a serious expression planted on her face. Marik frowned.
"Yeah?" He asked, trying to become serious too. Unfortunately, it just wasn't something he could do easily. Ishizu walked to the couch and sat down.
"Is Bakura here?" She said.
"Umm not that I know of.. No," he replied, looking around. He didn't know where Bakura had gone. Little did he know that he was actually standing in the hallway, against the wall and out of view, eavesdropping. He just couldn't help it. It was his instinct.
"Good… Because I'm here to talk about…just him, actually.." Ishizu said. Bakura became alert and grew a little anxious. He listened intently, his 'kitty ears' perked.
"What about him?" Marik asked, growing fairly protective.
"You see… He's such.. a bad person, Marik…" She said.
"What?"
"You heard me… He's a thief, a criminal, a villain.. Why do you choose to hang around with him?" She said, concerned about her brother's wellbeing.
"He's my friend, Ishizu!" Marik cried.
"I realize this, brother, but he's being a bad influence on you! I know you've had a rough past yourself and you've done things that you're not proud of, but you were beginning to find hope in yourself. However, I fear this Bakura person is dragging you into the criminal world once again," she tried to explain. Marik's stomach twisted into an awful knot.
"No! Sister… He's..he's my friend… We look out for each other. We're a team. You can't just break us apart," he spilled out rather loudly. Bakura bit his bottom lip, emotionally touched by Marik's statement.
"I know this is hard for you, but I'm advising you to keep away from Bakura! He's bad news. I foresee problems and terrible grave danger for you if you stay where you are…" Ishizu said.
"Ishizu… I.. I can't do that… It's not that simple…" Marik choked, butterflies forming in his stomach. He wanted to tell her about him and Bakura, but he didn't know how she would react. He figured he should just keep it a secret for now.
"If that is your choice… I won't force you. But please, don't say I didn't warn you, Marik," she said, getting up and heading towards the door.
"Sister, wait! How's.. How's Odion?" Marik asked, wondering about his step brother.
"He's doing well. Any time you want to visit us back at home, you're more than welcome," Ishizu said in farewell and soon disappeared out the door. After she was gone, Bakura walked out of the hall, speechless and a blank expression on his face. Marik turned around and saw him standing there.
"Oh! Bakura, there you are! Where were-.. Oh Gods… Did.. Did you hear all of that?" He gulped. Bakura just nodded weakly. He felt faint on his feet. Marik noticed he appeared paler than usual and rushed to his side, holding onto him for support.
"Kura, here, let's lie down," he said quickly and lay Bakura on the couch on his back. Instantly he felt better. He turned his head to face Marik, who was kneeling down beside him.
"Marik… Do you think.. I'm a bad influence?" He said in a raspy voice. A look of confusion flashed across Marik's face.
"What? No!" He smiled at him.
"Okay… Oh and I…really appreciate what you said about me.. That was…sweet," he said, having quite a bit of trouble saying the last word of his sentence. Marik beamed.
"No problem! I love you!" He said happily and kissed his forehead.
"Heheh… So I do believe you had… A dream you wanted to share with me?" Bakura grinned, motioning for Marik to lay down next to him.
"Uhuh!" He nodded excitedly and jumped onto the couch, lying down and snuggling up next to Bakura.
"Then shoot," Bakura smirked at his own innuendo joke.
"Well I dreamt that I was in ancient Egypt, and that I was the Pharaoh!" Marik started.
"Go on.." Bakura said, already beginning to wonder where this was going.
"And I could do anything I wanted! Everyone followed my orders! Then I met you, Bakura. You were one of my loyal servants!" He went on.
"Oh bloody 'ell," Bakura groaned sarcastically, amused by this.
"And so I took you to my special super awesome Pharaoh bedroom and I made you order me some ice cream, which you just POOFED out of nowhere!" Marik shouted, startling Bakura a little. Then he added, "So after I finished my ice cream, I started to get really horny. And from then on, let's just say… Yeahhh no wonder there was so much pre in my pants!" He laughed.
"And I interrupted you!" Bakura laughed also.
"Yes…yes you did…" Marik eyed him. Bakura smirked and narrowed his eyes, sending shivers down Marik's back.
"I love you, you bloody fool," Bakura said and kissed him.
"Pffsh me? I'm not the fool!" Marik shot back and kissed him as well.
"Hmm you keep thinking that.." Bakura said slyly and licked his neck.
"Oh and about last night.. Thanks for sucking me off. You do it very well. It felt amazing," Marik groaned lightly.
"No problem. Seems like that was our first gay experience for both of us," Bakura laughed a little.
"Heh.. Coulda fooled me, Kura.." Marik smirked, joking around.
"What are you talking about? You're the one to talk!" Bakura replied, a sense of humor in his statement.
"You're the one who did a blowjob so well!" Marik argued lightheartedly. Bakura rolled his eyes and huffed. Marik smirked at him again and nudged him.
"And I want to return the favor…" He said, kissing his neck softly. Bakura's skin tingled as his eyes widened with excitement.
"R-really?" He asked. Marik nodded and bit his neck lightly, starting to take off Bakura's belt. Bakura was already starting a raging boner, extremely excited about Marik sucking him. His pants were slipped off and Marik now had a full view of Bakura's pulsing cock. Marik had flashbacks of him walking in on Bakura jerking off and seeing him for the first time. He grinned and rubbed the tip with his fingers, looking up at Bakura with seductive lavender eyes. He brought out his tongue and gently grazed it over the head, teasing Bakura to great amounts. His breathing was becoming rough and heavy. After torturing him for long enough, he took a single long lick starting from the bottom to the top, then once he got there he pushed him into his mouth. Bakura groaned loudly.
"Aghhh Marik!" He was barely able to get out as his breathing and heartbeat increased even more. Marik gave him a hard suck before pushing him deeper into his mouth, until he was fully inside. The warm wet inside of his mouth made Bakura almost cum as soon as he was in. He bit his bottom lip and held back, wanting this to last as long as he possibly could. Marik bobbed his head in a steady, stimulating rhythm, not too fast so that he would accidently cum early, but not too slow. It was perfect. Bakura grabbed onto the back of Marik's head lightly and gently thrust into his mouth in rhythm with his bobbing. Bakura was in absolute bliss.
"Mmmff Mariiik… I looove you!" He cried, starting to tense up already. Marik felt precum fall into his mouth and sucked harder, and a little faster.
"Ahhh! Oh! I'm—g-gonna-!" Bakura warned but was unable to finish before he finished himself. His muscles tightened and he jerked hard as he shot his massive load into Marik's mouth. Marik swallowed and looked up at him, watching a bright red blush form on his face.
"Heh.. Like?" He grinned, licking his lips clean and snuggling next to Bakura, who was still having difficulty breathing.
"Ohh yes… All I can say is… Bloody hell!" He replied, smiling back at him. The afterglow he was experiencing was unreal. He had never came so hard in his life, which is saying a lot since he was after all, 5,000 years old. He knew for a fact that it was all because of Marik. Someone that he loved dearly. He sighed in intense pleasure.
"I love you, Bakura…" Marik said and kissed his cheek.
"I love you too, Marik…" Bakura replied and kissed him back. Snuggled up on the couch, nothing could ruin this perfect moment for them. Except a knock at the door. Marik jumped, which caused Bakura to be startled as well.
"Pizza delivery!" A voice from the other end called loudly.
"Pizza? I didn't order a bloody pizza," Bakura said, puzzled.
"I did!" Marik beamed and jumped off of the couch, hurrying over to the door. He opened it and took the pizza from the man.
"Er, that'll be $18.." The man said, expecting him to have paid already.
"$18? Are you crazy? Plus tips? You guys make pizza so damn expensive," Marik said and slammed the door shut.
"Hey! You forgot to pay!" The delivery man shouted.
"No I didn't.." Marik called back.
"Yes you did!" He replied. Marik opened the door, gave him a 'bitch-I-told-you-so' face and pointed the Millennium Rod at him. There was a bright white flash, and the delivery man collapsed facedown onto the ground, blacked out. Marik shut the door, grinning. The man groaned, woke up from his short unconsciousness, and stood up. His vision was blurry and he had no idea where he was.
"Where am I?" He muttered, looking down at himself and realizing he was apparently a pizza delivery man.
"Dude, what am I doing with my life?" He said, before walking back to his car, climbing in and driving off, completely forgetting about the pizza. In fact, he had completely forgotten who he was in general. Marik broke into laughter back inside of the house.
"Hahaha! I'm a friggin' genius!" Marik beamed, opening the box up and plopping back onto the couch.
"That was brilliant," Bakura grinned, impressed by his actions.
"I know right? Here, have some, Kura," he said, placing the pizza box between them. Bakura drooled. It was a meat lover's pizza, his absolute favorite. He took a slice and bit into it, ripping it apart, making the cheese stretch and break off in strands. He ate about half of the slice in just one bite.
"Geez! You amaze me, Bakura. You eat so much and like a ravenous crazy person, but yet you're soo skinny!" Marik laughed, poking Bakura's stomach.
"I have high metabolism," he replied, finishing his slice of pizza before grabbing another. Marik watched him in awe and continued eating his first slice. Bakura ended up eating four pieces, which was half of the pizza.
"You gonna eat the rest of that?" He asked, still hungry. Marik's jaw dropped.
"Knock yourself out!" He said, handing the box over to Bakura. Marik only ate two pieces, and there were two more pieces left. Bakura took the box and finished off the pizza.
"You're going to get your host fat, Kura!" Marik laughed, simply amazed by his skills at eating.
"Nah," Bakura shrugged, licking his lips. He chuckled and then added, "Orgasms make me hungry!"
"Apparently!" Marik said.
"Marik…" Bakura said, suddenly realizing something.
"Yeah?"
"Did you… Order pizza and then give me a blowjob?" He asked.
"Err… Yeah, why?" Marik smiled innocently.
"What if he would have come before I finished?" Bakura said.
"Heh…you said 'come'.." Marik giggled.
"Marriiik!" Bakura groaned, only pretending to be upset with him. There was no way he could ever be angry at a face like his. He was just always so happy and bright, Bakura could hardly stand it.
"Hehe sorry, Kura, I was hungry! And how was I supposed to know I was going to be sucking you off!" Marik shrugged, grinning at him.
"It's okay.. It was timed perfectly, actually," he grinned back. He leaned over to Marik, grabbed his shoulders and licked his neck. Marik, surprised by this, blushed violently.
"I'llll be going to my room," Marik grinned, knowing he was teasing him severely. Bakura's 'ears' drooped down, sadly disappointed.
"Aww don't goo…" He pouted, watching him leave. He decided to follow him, so he jumped off the couch and took off after him. He met up with him just as he entered his room. He attacked him from behind, latching onto him by wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close.
"Ah!" Marik yelped in shock. Bakura's groin area met up perfectly with Marik's ass. Bakura always thought Marik had an amazing ass. He had found himself staring at it from time to time before, usually while Marik was searching through the cabinets or refrigerator. He groaned and humped lightly against him.
"Mmm Marik…" He whimpered, grabbing onto him tighter and really thrusting against him harder. Oh how he wanted to fuck him. Badly.
"Aghh B-Bakura.. Wh-what are you d-doing?" Marik breathed.
"Doing what I've wanted to do for the longest bloody time," he huffed, picking up Marik with his surprisingly great strength and laying him down on his back on the bed.
"Bakura..I…I-.." Marik said, growing a little nervous.
"Just relax… Don't worry, I won't hurt you," Bakura said in a tender, reassuring tone, looking into his eyes and stroking his hair out of his face. His glowing amethyst had a hint of anxiety in them. However, that worry soon was dissolved away as Marik looked back into Bakura's stern yet extremely loving and caring deep chocolate eyes.
"O-okay," Marik smiled and kissed him on the mouth. Bakura returned the kiss, slipping his hand under Marik's shirt and rubbing his chest. This caused Marik to groan rather loudly, the sensation of Bakura touching his bare skin bringing extreme pleasure to him. He closed his eyes as Bakura rubbed his hand down to his stomach, massaging his abs and then moving to his sides, where he grabbed onto the edge of his shirt and pulled it off of him over his head.
"Oh Gods Marik…" Bakura groaned, eying Marik's extremely fit upper body. His chest, his abs, his muscles… everything was tremendously sexy to him.
"Hm?" Marik muttered, still having his eyes closed and enjoying the feelings of Bakura touching him all over.
"You're…sooo..bloody…sexy.." He answered in a very deep and gruff voice, feeling his erection already starting to grow fairly hard against his rather tight jeans. Bakura threw off his own dark navy blue and white striped shirt, flinging it off to some place he didn't care about. Both of them shirtless now, Bakura lied down on top of Marik to feel the skin-on-skin contact. His pale European skin against Marik's dark Egyptian skin contrasted like Yin and Yang. Next Bakura reached for Marik's belt buckle. He could already feel his pulsing erection that had been rubbing up against his own for a while now. The heat radiating from them was unbelievable. Bakura took off Marik's belt and unbuttoned his pants. As he unzipped his pants zipper, he could feel a wave of heat wash over his hand. He grinned and slipped off his lover's pants, revealing the rock hard member that begged for his touch.
"Bakurraaa…" Marik groaned, breathing heavily, sweat rolling down his face and an intense slash of red blush visible. Bakura smirked at him, his eyes narrowed in that way Marik loved. He took a hand and brought it up to his face, where he stroked his blonde locks and wiped some of the hot sweat that was beading on his forehead. He brought his lips to his and kissed him deeply, full of passion. For Bakura, it was difficult to show this much care and love for something, but this… This was completely different. He found no trouble at all in loving Marik. He was still getting used to this new feeling of love, however he knew for a fact that it was right. As Bakura kissed him, his hand trailed down to his throbbing cock and gripped it tight. Marik squeaked in surprise, but soon found great pleasure in this, and decided to let Bakura take over. Sensing that Marik was allowing him to take control, he unbuckled his own belt and took off his pants, his own cock throbbing as well. He reached over to the dresser drawer next to the bed and took out a bottle. Marik slowly opened his eyes, his breathing rough and ragged.
"Y-you had th-that..right th-there?" He panted.
"I got it the other day.." Bakura grinned and opened the bottle, squeezing some of the contents onto his fingers. Lathering it up a little, he placed a single finger right against Marik's ass.
"Nnnf I want to fuck you, Marik…" Bakura huffed.
"Gahh—Bakura, I—" Marik started before squeaking again as Bakura pushed his finger inside. Feeling the inside of Marik made Bakura's heart race and cock throb even harder. He had to get inside of him soon, he couldn't take it much longer. He rubbed his finger against the walls of his tight ass, before slipping another finger inside. He couldn't reach his prostate with just his fingers; that would have to be saved for later. For now, he began to scissor him to get him stretched enough to take him. Marik whimpered, the odd sensation of having him inside causing him pain at first. Soon, however, the pain was overruled by pure pleasure. Finishing scissoring him and prepping for his entrance, Bakura spread some of the lube over his cock.
"Now lie on your stomach," he said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Marik did as he was told and flipped so his back was facing Bakura. Bakura stared at his scars a little longer than what was probably comfortable. He started to feel extreme guilt for the poor boy. Marik's been through a lot, and the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt him. But Marik trusted him. He gripped onto his hips and placed his cock near his entrance. The thought of him being so close to being inside of Marik almost made him pass out on the spot. However, he maintained his composure and prepared himself.
"Are you ready, Marik?" He asked, wanting approval before he continued. He was shaking with anticipation. He had wanted to fuck Marik for a long time; the boy teased him to great amounts and drove him insane. And now he was going to be able to. Warm emotions grasped onto his heart, love pulsed all through his body. He was ready to make love with the person he cared most about.
"I'm r-ready," Marik nodded and huffed out, closing his eyes and bracing himself. Bakura gripped onto his hips more and gently poked into him, before sliding a little deeper.
"Agh!" Marik bit his bottom lip as Bakura thrust into him. The feeling of Marik's insides wrapped tightly around his cock made Bakura groan and almost shout out in bliss. Never before had he felt something quite like this.
"Ohh Gods MARIK!" He cried and ventured deeper into him. He began to thrust gently, still allowing Marik to get used to him. With only a few light thrusts he found himself leaking precum already. Wanting this to last as long as he could, he stopped thrusting and held himself still, with all of his length inside. As he situated and maneuvered, Marik let out a pleasure-driven yelp. Bakura grinned, realizing he must have just grazed his sweet spot. Working this spot to his advantage, he grinded deep against that very place. Marik gripped onto the bed sheets, gasping for air as pleasurable waves of white hot fire shot up his spine every time Bakura grinded into him. Flashes pulsed into his vision as his eyes were squeezed shut. Barely being able to function correctly, Marik was able to get one of his hands down to his begging cock and grip it tightly. Bakura noticed Marik trying to jerk himself off and reached his own hand around his body as he lay draped over Marik's back. Bakura took his cock from him and started stroking it in rhythm with his thrusts. The feeling of Bakura stroking him was already enough to bring him over the edge. He leaked precum onto his hand as Bakura pounded into him harder and faster, which hit his sweet spot every time.
"Ohhhh FUCK Bakura, I-I'M C-CLOSE!" Marik shouted out, his muscles tightening. Bakura could feel his insides tensing up around him, causing him to reach the edge as well. Both of them were ticking time bombs, ready to blow at any second. Bakura gave Marik one last extremely hard jerk, causing him to climax immediately after.
"AGHHH B-BAKURAAA!" Marik cried, splashing his massive load of cum all over Bakura's hand and the bed sheets. Marik's orgasm soon triggered Bakura's.
"OHH—AGHH-MARIK!" He called out as his own load shot deep inside of him. After this intense orgasm, Bakura collapsed on top of Marik's back, huffing and panting like he had just ran a marathon.
"Oh man… I love you…" He breathed, right into Marik's ear.
"I—love—you t-too.." Marik answered. The two breathed in unison, first extremely hard, until it slowed to a steady and even rhythm. Both of their cum was sprayed everywhere, some of it gluing them together. After lying with each other for a good while, Bakura finally rolled off of Marik and snuggled up next to him. Suddenly there was a knock on the door coming from the living room. Both of them groaned at the same time, not wanting to be bothered.
"It could be someone important," Marik sighed, grabbing his clothes off of the floor and putting them back on. Bakura pouted and did the same, painstakingly pulling his pants and shirt back on. Marik skipped out of the room, extremely cheerful and headed for the door. He opened it up, his hair still a sex mess. No one was there.
"TROLL!" Marik shouted, rather irritated. Bakura came up behind him.
"No one?" He asked. Marik shook his head.
"Oh bloody 'ell, we put our clothes back on for nothing!" Bakura groaned. Marik collapsed onto the couch, and Bakura soon joined him.
"Hehe.. You're cute with sex hair," Bakura grinned at him.
"As are you, Fluffy!" Marik replied, smirking back at him. Bakura leaned over to him and licked his neck.
"Good Gods, Kura, again?" Marik gasped, surprised by his stamina. He could sense Bakura was getting frisky again.
"Mm maybe.." He answered.
"I'm going to take a shower," Marik grinned at him, his blush still rather violent on his face.
"Aww okay," Bakura sighed and watched him get up and leave.
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