A/N: *pokes head through doorway and waves* Hi. I know. I said Carmenshipping was next. It's just.. after this. This comes first, cause I promised Dove. She wrote me Heartshipping, so yeeeah. This here, this is Citronshipping. Which is Thief King Bakura and Marik. I call TKB, Akefia. Why? Because there are too many friggin Bakuras and I need to differentiate. Okay? If you don't like it, oh well. I've seen complaints about It before, but if I just said 'Bakura' everyone would be all "But that's Thiefshipping.. nehnehneh." anyways, do enjoy. Enjoy~!

Oh and this is set in Ancient Egypt. Marik is a priest. DEAL WITH IT. Song used is Playing With the Big Boys Now from the Prince of Egypt.

Chapter Somewhere in the Twenties: Citronshipping

Akefia did not know what first made him notice the priest. He'd seen several royal processions before, but they had all lacked the boy. Perhaps it was the way his blond hair contrasted so incomprehensibly with his Egyptian skin, or perhaps it was all the gold. Whatever it was, Akefia's attention had been snagged.

He assumed the boy was new; he didn't look much younger than he. Probably about sixteen at the least. He never looked unsure of himself, though, which was surprising. Normally, new priests were looking at their mentors in an 'Am I Doing This Right?' kind of way. He never talked to any of the other priests, in fact, it looked as though he and Set despised each other. A nasty glance was always being tossed between the two. However, he did talk to one of the priestesses. The only one in Atem's sacred court. He knew her name. It was Isis.

Perhaps she was his sister? The two shared similar looks, outside of their vastly different hair colors. They even shared the same walk. It was feline in a way, the way their hips swung up with each step. His eyes only enforced the feline traits, though they reminded Akefia more of an exotic snake. Their color was so close to his own, only lighter, gentler.

The boy looked anything but.

He looked like a boy who'd seen his fair share of fights and come out the victor.

Even now, as each swing of the boy's hips brought him closer to where Akefia hid, he could see something feisty in nature boiling just below the surface of the smooth bronze skin. Akefia grinned. The boy would certainly make an interesting companion, of that he was sure. He held a certain grace that thieves were notorious for. It made Akefia wonder. How had someone who oozed danger and rebellion made it into the sacred court? As far as he knew, there were only seven.

So why had an exception been made for this boy?

Akefia shook his head and pressed his body closer to the rock he hid behind. He could hear the boy's step now, as his voice floated along the stale Egyptian air.

"... Yes, I know. I apologized, sister."

Akefia nodded to himself. So he had been correct in assuming they were siblings.

"Yes, Marik. But you cannot run around acting like a child anymore. You're disgracing the Pharaoh."

Marik? What an interesting name.

"Marik," he murmured. "Priest Marik."

"Gods forbid I tarnish his name." Marik snarled. So he held a grudge? Perhaps persuading the boy to leave the palace wasn't going to be nearly as hard as once thought. He heard Isis suck in a breath and watched, bemused, as she cast a worried look around.

"I will not have you talking in such a way, Marik. You will be tried and killed for blaspheming his name! You will not insult the gods' incarnate. Do you understand, brother?"

Marik rolled his eyes and stared down into his bowl of burning incense. "Right. Forgive me."

Akefia bolted from rock to rock until the procession finally reached its destination. The group of people waiting to see the Pharaoh cried out with such gusto, Akefia very nearly covered his ears. He slid from his hiding place, blending in with the crowd. Several people eyed him (and the dagger on his hip) warily. He just smiled and waved at them, though the gesture was sarcastic.

"Show your Pharaoh, and his sacred court, the respect they deserve! Bow before your king and his court!"

Swallowing his pride, Akefia fell to his knees. He told himself he was only bowing to Marik. The boy deserved that.

"Behold the power of our gods!" Marik's voice rang out over the crowd, with such power that Akefia was momentarily stunned. Even Atem had never sounded so... Commanding.

He lifted his head and for one utterly breath-taking moment, their eyes met. Perhaps it was his hair, or maybe the scar below his eye that made Marik notice him. It didn't matter one bit to Akefia.

Because Marik smirked.

He returned the gesture, though his lips spread into more of a feral grin. Marik raised his eyebrows before throwing his bowl down with force, sending lapis lazuli pieces flying in every direction. Smoke burst forth, completely enveloping Marik. Several gasps sounded as the priests around him fell to the ground, heads bowed to the earth.

"By the power of Ra..."

Marik's voice boomed over the crowd, silencing all with absolute awe. The other priests rose, clasping hands and beginning to move around the boy, who still writhed within smoke, chanting out various names.

"Mut...Nut...Khnum...Ptah...Nephthys...Nekhbet...So bek...Sekhment...Sokar...Selket...Reshu...Wadjet.. .Anubis...Anukis...Seshmu...Meshkent...Hemsut...Te fnut...Heket...Mafdet...Ra...Mut...Nut...Ptah...He msut...Tefnut...Sokar...Selket...Seshmu...Reshpu.. .Sobek...Wadjet...Heket...Mafdet...Nephtys...Nekhb et...Ra..."

Atem sat above all the madness unfolding, a grin on his face. Ah, so he'd seen this little display before. Akefia lifted his head further to get a better glance at the Pharaoh's face...

Hold. Up.

He was staring at Marik in particular.

Licking his lips.

Akefia followed his eyes just as the newest priest began ululating once more.

"Ev'ry spell and gesture... tells you who's the best... Watch a true magician...Give an exhibition how!"

Marik gyrated out of the smoke, arms above his head, bared feet stamping the dry earth beneath him. Everyone was completely and utterly focused on that one boy. He held more power over them than their king. He continued to chant as the priests swayed and bent, eyes closed and faces towards the sky.

"By the power of Ra...Mut, Nut, Khnum, Ptah Sobek, Sekhmet, Sokar, Selket, Anubis, Anukis, Hemsut, Tefnut, Meshkent, Mafdet... !"

The sky darkened. Thunder cracked. Everyone cried out in awe once more, even as Marik's hips continued to lift and twist. Akefia paid no mind to the sky. He was too busy switching between glaring at the Pharaoh (who was honestly making no effort to hide his lust) and ogling the boy in front of him.

What a worthy companion indeed. He could even invoke the gods.

Everything came to a sudden stop, every priest fell once more to the dirt except for Marik, who smiled and bowed just as lightening struck the ground behind him. Akefia stood with the others, hands clapping before he could ever register what he was doing. Marik caught the Thief's gaze once more and winked before turning as one with the others and beginning the long walk back to the palace.

Akefia shook his head and grinned. It was practically an invitation. He knew the priests slept in the west wing of the palace, along with the Pharaoh himself.

He knew what Marik had meant by the gesture.

Come and get me.

~l~l~l~

Sneaking into the palace was proving to be more difficult than originally assumed.

"Move..." Akefia hissed at the guards from several feet away. Once more, he was concealed by a rock. Oblivious to his malevolent presence, the guards continued to laugh in drunken delight as they defiled some servant girl. After several more moments of them remaining in place, he grew weary. He leaped over the rock, dagger in hand. Only the servant girl noticed him.

"Kill them!" she shrieked as he descended on the closest guard. He grunted as his blade sliced through precious tissues.

"Yeah, those are my intentions."

With the first guard down, the second had begun to run. However, in his drunken state, a child could have moved faster. Akefia simply jogged to catch him, easily slitting his throat from behind. The girl behind him gathered her clothing, whimpering in pain occasionally. He turned to her and whistled, gaining her attention.

"Do you work in the palace?"

She looked over her shoulder, as though she were considering running. Akefia clucked his tongue and waved his knife. "I wouldn't."

Her eyes grew wide before she bowed. "I owe you, anyway. Yes, I do."

Akefia grinned and strode closer before bending in front of her. "So you know which room belongs to each priest?" he asked, trying to hide the hope in his voice. She paused before nodding slowly. "Excellent. Could you take me to the one known as Marik?"

She looked utterly bewildered but stood and beckoned for him to follow. The two crept along the inner walls of the palace before flat-out sprinting down limestone halls. The girl came to a stop so suddenly, Akefia very nearly mowed her over. She looked back at him, blue eyes wide.

"It is this one. I must ask that you tell no one it was I who showed you."

Akefia fisted his hand over his heart. "You have my word."

She nodded and, to his surprise, disappeared into another priest's room. She slammed the door so quickly, her white hair was nearly caught. Akefia shook his head and eased the door open, senses immediately being assaulted by the same incense from the procession earlier that day.

"Mari-"

His legs were yanked from beneath him, while his hands were wrenched behind his back by some unseen force.

"What the-?!" he cried, face slamming into the floor below him. A low chuckle sounded in his ears and he stilled.

"For a thief, you are not very quiet." Marik drawled from somewhere in front of Akefia. The thief twisted his head, eyes watering due to the incense, and tried to find where exactly the blond was.

"But I don't need you to be quiet. I only need you to accomplish a task for me."

Akefia growled and bucked against his bindings. Now he could see them. It appeared as though... they were made from the very same smoke?

"Can you do that... Thief?"

Marik was extremely close now. He could feel the other's breath against his cheek. He opened his eyes, jumping back slightly at just how close the other was. A smile was firmly in place on Marik's face, making him look exotic and untamed. Akefia cleared his throat, fighting a smile.

"Perhaps we can come to an agreement, priest."

Marik made a humming sound and snapped his fingers, effectively releasing Akefia from his bondage. The thief rose slowly, rubbing his wrists and trying to see in the darkened room. "Where are you?"

"How about a game of hide and seek?"

"Marik." Akefia snapped. A low laugh fell on his ears and he shivered.

"Ah, so you know my name? How unfair. I do not know yours."

For a moment, Akefia considered lying. Then, he thought, Marik would not betray him. He wasn't aware how he knew it, only that he did. "It is Akefia, my priest."

Another low hum, somewhere from the left. Akefia whirled and caught sight of the moon reflecting off of gold. His arm shot out, only to grasp empty air.

"You must be quicker, my thief." Marik whispered, now on his right. He sighed in frustration, standing perfectly still. He stilled his own breathing so that he might hear the others.

At last he did, straight ahead. He crept through the dark, eyes wide to try and capture any light. His fingers were spread before him, trying to find anything to grasp. Soft flesh met his fingertips. He lightly ran his fingers over it before determining it was Marik's leg and dropped gracefully to the floor to embrace it. Hands clasped his shoulder as a candle flickered to life.

"I caught you." Akefia murmured, placing a kiss just on the inside of Marik's knee. The blond raised a brow.

"Only because I allowed you to do so."

Akefia wanted to argue back, but it was painfully obvious the boy wasn't lying. He was thrown across a sleeping couch, one leg pulled up, the other (the one Akefia still embraced) was thrown carelessly over the side.

"You hate the Pharaoh, correct?"

Akefia snapped his head up. "... Correct."

Marik smiled and laid back, his robes falling open to reveal delicious thighs. Akefia set one knee upon the couch and ran his hand's up Marik's legs. The priest hummed and arched slightly.

"How much?" he hissed when Akefia bent and started placing kisses along his legs. The Thief's eyes snapped up to meet his own.

"Enough to kill him and bar him from the afterlife." Akefia whispered, moving to fully climb onto the couch. The boy beneath him shifted and sat up, arms winding around the other's neck.

"Would you kill him for me?" he murmured against the Thief's ear. The other swallowed as Marik backed away. "Would you kill him for what he did to me? To you?"

Akefia looked on as Marik turned from him, only turning his face towards him, and began to slide his robes from his shoulder. Smooth skin began to reveal itself, itch by blissful-

What the fuck was that?

Something black, etched into perfect skin. A tattoo?

"Do you see how he marked me? Every night, he wishes for me to join him in his chambers. I'm a slave hidden by a priest's robes."

Akefia reached forward, lightly tracing the scars. Marik happened to let his grip on the robes slip, leaving him half naked before the other. He tilted his head when Akefia's lips descended on his neck. "I will kill him."

Marik hid his smirk behind a sad facade. "Tonight. When he comes to my chamber."

Akefia lifted his head and met Marik's eyes evenly. "As you wish."

"Very good, my thief."

The teen backed to the couch, tugging Akefia with him by his cloak. One leg fell between the priest's thighs, barely grazing his member. Akefia's other leg rested just on the other side of Marik's right one. Akefia's large hands found their way to Marik's face. His thumb rubbed at the powerful other's bottom lip. Marik's tongue darted out right before he nipped at the digit.

"Fiesty." Akefia muttered, lowering his face to Marik's. The blond snorted.

"You have no idea."

Lips met then in a battle for dominance. Akefia wanted to give up do to the other's intimidating presence. However, the sweet taste that was hidden in that moist cavern was well worth it. Marik finally moaned and withdrew his tongue, allowing Akefia full reign on the kiss. He pressed his knee further into the other's groin, delighted when he heard a strangled cry of his name.

Marik laid down again, pulling Akefia down with him. His cloak was shed, warm hands ran down his stomach. Marik shifted beneath him, bringing a leg up between the Thief's legs. Akefia rocked himself against it as his teeth latched onto his collar bone and his hand slid under Marik's shenti.

"Hnn.. Ah!" Marik mewled and rocked into Akefia's hand when it grasped his member. Calloused fingers massaged his sensitive flesh, drawing out soft gasps. Akefia's other hand trailed down Marik's side, lightly tickling the skin. Marik made a sound Akefia could almost lable as... cute... and opened his eyes. Akefia's fingers smudged the kohl around them, making him look even more exotic, though they shared the same ethnicity.

Marik hooked his fingers into his own undergarments and yanked them down, kicking them away quickly and shoving Akefia away from him. The thief blinked in confusion, staring at Marik's completely nude form as he stood. He drew his left fingers down his right arm as it shot into the air.

"By the power of Ra..."

Akefia whimpered as Marik's hips slowly began to rock side to side. With both arms above his head he slowly started rotating, catching the moonlight. It shone off of his perfect back and round bum. Akefia's legs carried him to the other teen before he knew what was happening. He slid his own shenti around his ankles as his arms wound around Marik. The teen flashed him a grin before shoving him to his seat and landing on top of him. He continued his gyrating, creating an obscene amount of friction.

"Nnng.. Marik.." Akefia breathed. The teen bent back, hips still moving before snapping upright again. He lifted himself up on his knees above Akefia's lap, eyes heavily lidded.

He sank down suddenly, taking all of Akefia inside of him with a completely wanton moan. For a moment, the other worried about Marik's well being. After all, Akefia wasn't exactly small in that department.

"You look s-shocked, my thief," Marik whispered, breath hot on Akefia's ear. "I was expecting you. Was I not?"

Akefia understood suddenly. Marik had taken care of preparation.

If possible, that made him harder.

He kissed along Marik's shoulder as the other let out another breathy moan and began to rock and bounce. His hips still held that sinful, gypsy-like dance. His head was thrown back, hands resting against Akefia's chest. he splayed his fingers against the tan skin, wanton moan after wanton moan spilling forth.

"Ugh." Marik snarled suddenly. He bounced harder, obviously reaching for that specific something. Akefia laughed lowly, throwing the other on his back. Marik let out a low 'oomf' sound and glared at Akefia. The taller thrust back in quickly, striking the needy priest's prostate on the first try.

"Hnak!" Marik cried, toes curling and eyes widening. His mouth opened wide and Akefia licked away the saliva that threatened to escape the sweet cavern. Marik's legs hooked around the thief's waist, driving him in even deeper. The priest clawed at the floor, Akefia's back, pulled his own hair.

Akefia's hand wrapped around the base of Marik's throbbing cock, squeezing and twisting lightly until he reached the head. He'd then slide it back down and repeat. Marik's cries grew more frantic with every thrust, until finally he gave his loudest moan yet, Akefia's name leaving his sinful lips.

The Thief moaned at the sight before him. The other's body twitched aand shook from such a powerful orgasm and his muscles spasmed wildly around Akefia's manhood. The taller gave three more powerful thrusts before coming deep within the other. His shakey arms held him up long enough for him to pull out and fall beside Marik, an arm thrown carelessly over his waist.

Several minutes passed before he felt Marik rise and return with something cool. The Egyptian gently washed his face with a cloth, as well as the rest of his body.

"Are you trying to get fucked again?" Akefia groaned as Marik cleaned the triangle of his groin. The priest grinned.

"Not right now, no."

Marik stood and cleaned himself, shivering slightly. He slid back into his robes and threw Akefia's clothes at him. "Get dressed. He will be here any moment."

No sooner had Akefia slid his slippers back in place did a knock sound at the door. Marik grabbed his arm and ran him to where he would be hidden, just as soon as the door opened. He placed a quick kiss on his lips, pressing a golden dagger into his hand.

"Do not let me down, my thief."

Marik turned then and threw open the door. Akefia was thrown into shadow as the Pharaoh of the Upper and Lower slid in.

"Marik." Atem breathed. Akefia stiffened as Atem's arms wound around his priest's waist and his lips descended on his neck. Marik looked over the man's shoulder, meeting Akefia's eyes evenly lips forming only one word.

"Now."

Akefia yanked Atem's head back, slicing his throat with ease. The king choked and stumbled back, hands grasping at his throat. He looked confused beyond anything as he fell to his knees. He reached one hand out to Marik, who in turn offered his own.

Only it was not to help the king. No, it was to steal the crown that rested upon his head. Atem fell forward into his own blood with a final gurgle and went still. Akefia looked on in awe as Marik set the crown on his own head and handed a golden circlet to Akefia. He slid it into place on his head, confused.

"From this day forth, we are the upper and lower. We are the kings of Egypt. Do you understand?"

Akefia nodded slowly, mind racing. What...?

Marik placed another not-so-innocent kiss on the Thief's lips before whispering in his ear. "No one can stop us."

He flicked his wrist and the odd smoke that still surrounded the room shot forward, racing through the door and into the rooms of the other priests. Sharp cries of shock and pain were heard. Briefly, Akefia wondered what had happened to the servant.

But deep down he knew. They were dead.

Out of Marik's way.

"By the power of Ra." Akefia muttered, once more claiming the prie- Pharaoh's lips.

Marik had always been far more powerful than Atem had ever been. He'd seen such and gotten rid of the king and all others who would dare get in his way.

Akefia swallowed as those snake-like eyes bored into his own.

He could only pray that he never got in Marik's way.

A/N: What the fuck did I just write. Do review! I'm at my father's and not happy at all. He sleeps with his door open so I can't even get food..

I love you all!

~Nightingale.