-So I realized I goofed and said that the last chapter was Chapter 6.. but it was 5. xD Now THIS is the sixth chapter! For real this time! It's short. :P
After sitting there alone on the couch for a minute, he realized he was becoming lonely and decided to join Marik in the shower. He walked up to the bathroom door and heard the water already running. He opened the door silently, not making a single sound. He had learned to be quite quiet from his Thief King days. He saw on the sink counter Marik had taken off his gold wristlets and necklaces. He grinned, and snatched them, hiding them in his pockets of his jacket before taking off his clothes and positioning himself to jump into the shower and scare Marik. He threw back the curtains and jumped in, grabbing him.
"Got ya!" He laughed. Marik shouted out as he grabbed him, and whacked him in the head with his elbow.
"Ah! Bakura! You scared me!" He sighed in relief when he realized who it was.
"Who'd you think it would be?" Bakura asked, still giggling.
"I don't know! I've seen Psycho, and you know how that plays out!" Marik said.
"Ah yes.. You do love your Hitchcock.." Bakura shrugged in agreement.
"Now can you help me wash my back? Be careful.. please.. it's still tender.." He asked of him and handed him the soap.
"Sure thing," Bakura said and carefully rubbed the soap on his back, running his hands along the engraved scars that were so brutally carved into him. Marik gave a slight groan as he did so, for it soothed him and made the pain go away.
"Feel good?" Bakura asked, now massaging his middle back softly.
"Yes.." He replied, closing his eyes.
"Good.." Bakura continued his soft rubbing and washing of his back, and as he traveled down to his lower back, he felt himself getting rather hard. His breathing became hoarse and heavy.
"Kura? You okay?" Marik asked, a little worried.
"Y-Yeah.." He huffed, eying Marik's body up in front of him. Then he realized he should still be washing his back, so he quickly went back to it. He found a tight knot in the middle and began to grind on it, trying to work it out.
"A-ah! God!" Marik groaned. As Bakura continued massaging, his groans became louder. This turned Bakura on very much, and now he was rock hard. He made a daring move and grabbed Marik's ass tight, grinding up against him. Marik was pushed against the wall of the shower, and he used his arms to stable himself.
"Agghhn! B-Bakura wh-what are you d-doing?" He asked, now breathing rather heavy himself.
"Relax.." Bakura whispered in his ear and gripped onto him tight, poking at his entrance.
"I asked for a back washing," Marik laughed, knowing where this was going.
"And you got a bonus," Bakura grinned, and thrust into him, his tight walls hugging onto him as he slid inside.
"Aghh-!" Marik moaned.
As the two finished in the shower, Marik got out and dried himself off with a towel. As he got dressed, Bakura slipped out of the bathroom sneakily, taking his clothes with him into his bedroom. He laughed quietly to himself and shut his door, locking it. He wanted to hear the reaction Marik had when he realized his gold was missing. He listened intently, his ear against the door.
"BAKURAAAA!" Marik yelled. Bakura grinned wide, feeling accomplished.
"Bakura where are my gold arm bands and necklace?!" He shouted, storming down the hall and banging on his door violently.
"I don't have a bloody clue what you're talking about!" Bakura answered, in the most serious tone he could muster.
"Well I know you have them, you thief!" He growled, banging on the door more. Bakura smirked and suddenly had an idea. He put the arm bands and necklaces on himself and opened the door, with the most evil grin he could put on his face.
"I must say, they don't look half bad on me!" He said slyly. Marik's eyes widened and he suddenly tackled him, sending them both plummeting to the ground.
"Gimme those!" Marik cried, struggling and twisting against Bakura's limbs and body, trying to somehow retrieve his jewelry.
"Neva!" He laughed, and pinned him down by his wrists. He looked down at him and grinned.
"Are you getting horny?" He asked.
"No! Now please!" Marik tried to break free.
"Mm yes, that's it, beg for it.." He groaned, licking his bare neck. The feeling of his hot wet tongue on his rarely exposed skin made him jump.
"B-Bakura.." He said softly.
"Mm?" He asked, now licking his exposed arms. Marik's eyes grew heavy as the pleasures from these new sensations were taking him over.
"Not again," Marik resisted the temptations and tried to get up off of him, before he realized he was still trapped in his hold.
"Aww…" Bakura whimpered in disappointment.
"You've already gone three times today!" Marik laughed.
"Yeah, your point? I can go endlessly," Bakura smirked.
"You're gonna give your host a heart attack!" He replied.
"Ryou should just be glad that he's actually getting laid this much!" Bakura burst into laughter. Marik chuckled as well.
"Can I please have my stuff back now?" He asked in an innocent tone and widened puppy-dog eyes. "Pweeeassee?" He added, making fake tears form.
"Ahh you bloody fool, here," Bakura sighed in defeat, taking off the gold and giving it back to him. He just couldn't resist that face. Marik jumped up and down like a little kid and quickly slid on his wristbands and snapped his choker back on (yes, it's a snap-on!).
"Oh yeah, sexy's back baby!" He puffed out his chest proudly and struck a pose.
"It never left.." Bakura said rather slyly. A blush formed on Marik's face.
"Aww you're the best, Kura!" He beamed. This statement made Bakura's chest feel warm and fuzzy. Marik yawned loudly, a sudden look of exhaustion planted on him.
"I'm-gonna go to bed.. It's late.." He announced, heading off to his room. He turned around at the entrance to the hallway.
"Night, Bakura. I love you," he smiled.
"Good night, Marik. I love you too," Bakura answered. Marik entered his room and collapsed onto his bed. Almost immediately as he did so, he fell asleep. However, soon he was awoken by a chill breeze in the air. His eyes shot open, and he saw a thick blanket of fog hovering over his bed. Frightened, Marik jolted upright in bed, frantically looking around. The room was pitch dark and he could not even see the light under his door.
"Hello?" He called out. The air was so chill that Marik had to huddle himself to warm up. He decided to search for the door in the complete darkness. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and allowed his bare feet to touch the solid floor. The floor was slick and ice cold, which startled Marik at first because the floor was supposed to be carpet. Moving his feet around, he realized that it was wet. Confused, he brought one foot up and tried to see what he had just stepped in, but couldn't.
"There must be a water leak somewhere or something," he told himself and wiped some of the liquid off of his foot onto his hand. He then realized that he had his cell phone with him. He pressed a button to illuminate the screen, so he could use it as a light source. He nearly dropped the phone when he saw the crimson smears on his hand and on his feet. He turned the phone light to face the floor, and saw that it was completely flooded with the dark cerise substance. It was blood, and lots of it. Marik panicked, remembering waking up in an instance like this one before. He used to wake up in the middle of the night, with blood on his hands and mysterious weapons in his bedroom. It was when his evil counterpart would take over his body at night and use him to kill and torture his victims. Right now, Marik feared it was another one of the nights. He saw that on his illuminated cell screen he had received 20 text messages and over 6 missed calls from Bakura. He gasped, starting to shake and dreaded opening the messages. However, he had to. He opened the first missed message. It read:
"I can't sleep. You still awake?" Then he pressed for the next message.
"Marik, is that you in the kitchen? I hear sounds.."
"It's getting cold in here. Did you turn on the A/C? Are u still awake?"
"Marik this isn't funny. I know you're out there. I can hear you."
"Stop playing games!"
"Marik I swear, I'm going to come out there. Answer your phone!"
"Answer me! I know you're awake!" Next were the missed calls and voicemails. Marik punched in his voicemail password and listened to them, his heart racing and fear rocking through his body.
"Marik, I just checked in on you and you were asleep in your room. I hear sounds still in the kitchen and I'm going to check it out. Please pick up your phone." Marik listened for the next voicemail.
"Please answer. I know you're a light sleeper. Something weird is definitely going on here." He listened to the last voicemail. Bakura's voice was rushed and extremely raspy.
"Marik there's some kind of spirit inside the house! I hear voices and I'm beginning to think it's your yami! PLEASE GET OUT HERE, I TRIED WAKING YOU UP BUT YOU WON'T RESPOND. YOU AREN'T DEAD! MARIK! THIS-THIS THING-HAS A KNIFE! MARIK I-.." There was static and a click, followed by silence. Marik was on the verge of passing out. He was shaking so horribly, he thought he was having a seizure of some sorts. What had he done? What did he do to Bakura? Suddenly he felt a drop of something fall onto his shoulder. Soon after, a few more drops fell and splashed onto him. There was a bright white flash of intense light, and as his eyes focused from the change of complete darkness to full light, he saw through his blurry vision that the spots were in fact blood. Fresh blood that was still warm. Marik looked up and saw the most horrific thing he ever could have seen. It was Bakura, his throat slashed and his body brutally gashed open with knife cuts and several long chef knifes and stakes pinning him on the ceiling like something out of a sick twisted horror movie. His eyes were gouged out, for now they were just two gaping dark holes. One of the weapons sticking out of Bakura's chest, exactly where his heart would be, was the Millennium Rod, shoved deep into him. Marik screamed, beginning to sob like he never had before in his life. The pain clenched onto him and ripped at his heart like a thousand needles.
-Chapter 7 coming soon.