A/N: K, so... Let me go through how this was inspired. I dunno if y'all believe in ghosts or whatever, but this shit was scary. I was sitting on my bed, braiding my hair, listening to music. My stereo speaker, which can not fall! It's fucking nailed into the wall! had a doll on top of it. Well, the doll fell off... Then the speaker flew off.. Then everything near those two objects flew off and landed in a perfect arc around me. Best believe I nearly crapped bricks. Then went for every protection spell I know. HOLY MESS. So this is Bronzeshipping, not a request, but it's just there.

Holy shit. Still scared. Marik is out of the tomb in this, he's only using a candle because he can. I often do the same.

~l~l~l~l~

Chapter Four: Bronzeshipping

Marik lay on his bed, eyes scanning the book in front of him. Lord of the Flies. It was amazing, he thought, how humans could fall back into the dark so easily when it had taken them thousands of years to climb out of it. His room was dark, save for a single candle to his right. Random books were scattered on the floor, ranging from Shakespeare to Stephen King.

"Weird kid..." he muttered and turned the page. The candle flickered making him frown and look up. "You. Stay lit. I don't know where I put the lighter."

"Please tell me you are not talking to that candle..." Isis murmured. Marik squealed and jumped, falling from the bed.

"Damnit!" Marik cursed, rubbing his sore bottom. His sister scowled at his use of language before smiling. The blankets were twisted around his bare feet and legs, his red shorts blending it. Marik stuck his tongue out.

"I've heard you yell at the computer, sister. You have no room to talk."

Isis stuck her tongue out in returned and snapped her fingers. Marik stood, taking the hint, and straightened his white tee. He pulled his blankets back up onto the bed and placed his book on the night stand. Isis strode forward and placed her hands on Marik's shoulders before kissing his forehead.

"Goodnight, sister."

He watched her form retreat and the door being shut. The only light was the candle, and he used it to rid himself of his shirt and shorts before sliding under the blankets. He was tempted to pick up his book again, but decided against it. He frowned at the empty spot next to him. Where was Mariku?

He sighed and blew out the candle, laying for a moment in complete darkness.

"Marik..." a voice hissed. He gasped and clutched at the blankets, straining to listen. A soft scuffling sound was heard, and his blankets were tugged down slightly.

"Marrriikkk..."

He whimpered. He didn't know the voice. Oh fuck, he didn't know the voice!

He sat up, rustling sheets and searching for his phone. The shuffling got closer and closer the more he panicked. He was panting for air. Finally, finally! He snatched the phone and hurridly clicked the lock button, whirling to shine it...

Directly in Mariku's face.

"Fuck, Marik! God, that's bright! Put it up!"

Marik dropped the phone, barely hearing it thud on the floor. Mariku...? He was going to murder him.

"WHAT THE FUCK, MARIKU!? You think that shit is funny!?"

Mariku was confused. "What are you talking about, babe?"

Marik flung a fist at him, catching his right arm. The yami hissed and clutched at it before capturing Marik's wrists. "Marik, what the fuck are you talking about!"

"You were messing with me, calling my name!"

Mariku stood for a moment, staring at Marik like he'd lost every bit of his mind. "No... I came in and saw you panicking, so I was going to tell you to chill out..."

Marik stopped. So... It hadn't been Mariku? No, that wasn't right...

"Liar!" he snarled, yanking his hands free. He huffed and rolled over, yanking the blankets over his head. For a moment, Mariku did not move. Finally, though, he stepped out of his clothing and slid into the bed beside Marik, facing the smaller man.

"It wasn't me..." he protested again. Marik scoffed.

"Shut up. I'm going to sleep."

Silence filled the room, making Mariku uncomfortable. He shifted nervously, feeling watched.

"Marik.. I don't like this room..."

Marik sighed and cracked one eye open. He was about to snap at the larger Egyptian but stopped when he saw the genuine fear in his eyes.

Fear in Mariku's eyes was never a good thing.

"Come here..."

Mariku slid into Marik's open arms, burying his face against his neck. Marik breathed in the scent of beer and blood, smiling softly. He would never try to change Mariku in a million years, even if half of his hobbies were illegal. "I'm sorry I blamed you."

Mariku huffed, snuggling closer. Marik took this as a good sign and softly kissed Mariku's forehead. The man responded by lifting his head and capturing Marik's lips. His hands trailed down his sides, softly rubbing circles.

"Mariku... Not tonight..."

Mariku groaned and sat up on one elbow. "Why not?"

The hikari smiled and brushed a stray hair away from Mariku's face, softly pecking his lips. "Because. Isis is in the next room, and I've got school tomorrow."

The yami stuck his tongue out, but said no more. Both remained silent, eventually falling into a deep sleep.

It was 3:30 a.m. when the voice returned. Marik had been floating in and out of sleep, trying to get comfortable. Mariku grumbled and rolled over, taking most of the blanket with him.

"Marik..." it hissed. The footsteps returned, and something rattled to his right. Lord of the Flies was sent across the room, softly thudding against the wall. He held back a scream. He reached for Mariku, roughly shaking the man.

"Mariku, Mariku wake up!"

The yami groaned, but didn't move. The footsteps circled his bed repeatedly, throwing various objects around or at Marik. It was playing with him?

"Marik... Marik... What's wrong? Scareeeddd?"

He screamed and yanked on Mariku's shoulders until the man rolled over. He turned to look at his face and nearly vomited. His eyes were sunken in and hollow, a massive gap where his mouth should have been. Blood poured from his eyesockets, landing in his mouth. His hair fell out in large clumps, revealing the skull beneath. He released Mariku's arms as they began to rot, and his yami leaned towards him. "What's wrong? Scared...?"

"Marik! Fuck! That hurt! Wake the hell up!"

Marik shot up, gasping for air and trembling violently. Mariku sat behind him, legs braced on either side of the shaking light, with his hands wrapped around his torso. His face was buried in his neck, softly kissing the skin there. "Sh, sh. It's all right. Everthing is fine. I'm here. I'm here. I love you. I'm here."

Marik sobbed and turned, crawling into his lover's lap. He ran his hands up his arms, neck face. Kissing every bit of skin, making sure it was real, that he was still there.

"Mariku... Mariku... Never leave me. Please, never leave me!"

Mariku looked confused, but pulled Marik closer, mustering up a fierceness in his voice that hadn't been heard in some time. "Marik Ishtar, you listen to me. I will never leave you, not in this life, or the next. I love you more than anything in this world. More than my own life."

Marik's sobs quieted, but he didn't move from his spot in Mariku's lap. He met his yami's eyes, brushing away the last of the tears. He leaned in closer, softly kissing his lover. Mariku responded chastely, remembering Marik's earlier opinion.

"Mariku.. I need to feel you.." he mumbled against his neck. His hands slid over Mariku's chest, paying special attentions to the twin buds on it. Mariku bit back a groan, and pushed Marik from his lap.

"No, please! I can't... I need... I need you inside of me."

Mariku moaned and closed his eyes. "You make my life so much more difficult than it has to be, you know that?"

Marik smiled softly and nodded, willingly laying down when Mariku applied presure to his shoulder.

"But you still love me."

"Ad lunam, et dorsum..." Mariku breathed, kissing him hungrily. Yes, he was well aware of Isis' room next door. He was also well aware she left every night around midnight to.. visit.. with Mahado.

"What?" Marik asked inbetween kisses. Mariku knew Latin?

"To the moon and back."

Marik nodded quickly and resumed kissing Mariku. The blankets were in the floor somewhere, though Marik doubted he'd be needing them for warmth any time soon. Mariku straddled one of Marik's legs, grunting as the hikari rubbed it against his clothed member.

"Mmmm... What were the gods thinking, gifting me with you?" Marik asked as Mariku.

"I have no clue, darling." he murmured. Marik hummed and rolled against him. Mariku sighed and licked at his chest.

"How shall we do this tonight?" he asked. Marik paused.

"Mmmm, slow." he chose. Mariku smirked and bent down to whisper in his ear.

"Then I suggest you start behaving yourself."

Marik shivered and pulled him close, kissing him slowly, but sensually. Mariku slid his hands down the hikari's chest, lightly scraping his nails against the sensitive skin. Marik groaned and moved to kiss Mariku's neck as the larger male slid his fingers into the waistline of Marik's boxers.

"Yes..." he breathed as the fabic was removed, followed by Mariku's.

"Your body is glorious..." Mariku commented, making Marik snort. Mariku laughed and gently took Marik's member in hand, making the younger groan.

"Please, Mariku..."

The man had pity, and began fisting the member slowly, all the while kissing any part of Marik's skin that looked appealing-which was all of it. The hikari groaned and panted, writhed and bucked. His hand reached for Mariku's erection, only to be stopped.

"No. I'm saving this for when you're ready, for when I'm buried inside of you."

Marik moaned at the dirty words, feeling his climax about to slam into him.

"M-Mariku..." he panted. The yami nodded but didn't stop. Instead he lowered his head, breath ghosting over Marik's member. The hikari threw his head back as his sex was enveloped in Mariku's hot mouth. It only took four sucks before he released, Mariku drinking up every bit.

He lay there prone and worn, panting gently. Mariku let Marik's member fall from his lips before moving up to kiss him lovingly.

"You're beautiful, you know that?"

Marik tried to glare. "Boy's aren't supposed to be beautiful."

Mariku blinked. "Since when do you listen to society?"

Marik blushed and looked away. Mariku snickered and kissed him again, rubbing himself against Marik's legs. Feeling his lover's excitement made him aroused all over again. Only Marik could get Mariku so hot. He knew it.

"Mariku... I'm ready."

Mariku went to wet his fingers but Marik stopped him.

"Erm.. That.. Won't be needed." he mumbled. Mariku raised his eyebrows.

"Don't tell me... You did it yourself, didn't you!?" he laughed. Marik swatted at him.

"Shut up! You weren't home... I was bored... And kind of started thinking about last Saturday."

Mariku and Marik both turned thoughtful. "Last Saturday was a good day." they both said in unison. Mariku snickered and lined himself up with Marik's entrance.

"I love you..." he moaned as he slid in. Marik's back arched, dream temporarily forgotten as Mariku gathered him in his arms. The clung to eachother as they moved, moans and whispers filling the quiet room. Mariku set a slow pace, loving the way that Marik's muscles jumped around his member, clamping down before letting up. Marik writhed, and closed his eyes, feeling everything blindly.

"I love.. you.. More." he panted. He bucked his hips and tossed his head, reaching to grab his own member. Mariku tsked and slapped his hand away, gently stroking it. He slid his thumb over the head, gathering precum. His hikari shivered and trembled.

"Mmm.. I'm.. Gonna.."

Mariku caught Marik's lips just as he cried out his release. His muscles clamped down and Mariku arched up, coming deep within. Marik shuddered at the warmth and pulled Mariku to lay atop him.

"Don't pull out. Not yet." he mumbled sleepily.

"I'll never leave. Never." he promised again. That night, he didn't sleep. He stayed awake, guarding the only thing that kept him tied to this world.

His love.

His Marik.

A/N: The fluff monster attacked. Two chapters in one day. Who's a boss? No but seriously, I was terrified. My sister came in and saw it. She screamed. Then ran. -_- I've never had "are you scared?" asked of me, but my name has been called. So, I naturally put Marik's reaction the same as mine, only Mariku wasn't there to save me. -_- That reminds me, I always pose this question to my friends: What would you do if you woke up to find Mariku hovering over you in your sleep? So now, I ask y'all. I'm interested.(: please review. They make me happy. Don't forget requests. Anyone interested in an Irateshipping? (Jou/Marik)

~Nightingale.