Chapter 2: Under My Skin

Painfully loud knocking forced him from his uncomfortable sleep. A groan escaped him as filtered light entered his sensitive pupils. He squeezed his eyelids shut, desperately groping for the sleep he had just been so rudely pulled out of. However, the fog of sleep had been replaced with piercing pain that was quickly spreading across entire head. The headache pressed against his front lobe to the base of his skull. He put a sticky hand to his head, groaning in protest.

As he wallowed in his pain, he allowed memories from the previous night to wash over him. He recalled taking several shots at a club, finding an incredible Sex God on the dance-floor, taking him home...

Oh, God, he really hoped he wouldn't turn around and come face to face with the maroon-eyed sadist. He tensed up and rolled over, his hand flashing out to feel the sheets next to him. They were as cold as cold could be, and there was no sigh of relief he had been expecting. Instead, he just grunted, burrowing his face into his pillow and pulling his arm back into his warm body.

He was sure they had done several rounds over the course of the night until Marik had actually passed out. His whole body felt sore and drained and sticky; there were layers of sweat and cum. The air still had a musky overlay that probably would have been attractive last night, but it was just undesirable to wake up to. All he could smell was his and his ex-partner's funk.

Bakura.

Right, that was his name. He was honestly surprised he managed to get the name out of the stubborn man, and he made good use of it last night. He smirked, though it was minimal and private. When the night began, the man was adamant on not giving his name, but after Marik promptly fucked him, he revealed it. This was rather strange to Marik, but he hardly cared; he felt a bit of pride and cockiness that he had gotten Bakura to tell him his name.

Too bad it was a one night stand.

It was unlikely he would ever see 'Bakura' again, which was partially disappointing, mostly because Bakura had not only been a good lay, but he had been exciting and cunning. He met Marik's quips easily, replying quickly with his own sardonic comments. Yes, it was infuriating, but it was refreshing as well. It had felt so nice to freely banter without legitimate anger or fear behind every word. Not to mention, Bakura had a wonderful body. It was polar opposite to what he was used to; thick, bronze arms were instead stark and scrawny. His front lacked a sun-kissed six-pack, but was instead flat had had subtle almost womanly curves. It was delicious, insatiable; Marik couldn't have gotten enough the previous night.

...If they hadn't gone at it so many times last night, Marik was sure he would have gotten aroused at the mere memory of the attractive man. With an exasperated groan directed at himself, he pushed his face deeper into the pillows. He remained like this for several minutes, pointedly ignoring the hang-over headache.

The loud knocking came once more, and he angrily spit, ignoring the incessant noise until it finally ceased. He breathed a sigh of relief. Unfortunately, his luck couldn't last, because he heard thumping, followed by the bedroom door being swung open. It was only then that he slowly raised his head to look at the intruder he certainly was in no position to fight off.

The small-framed man at the door put his hand on his hip, "Marik Ishtar, you're still in bed?"

Marik grumbled a reply, dropping his head back against the pillow when he concluded the 'intruder' was simply his best friend. The white haired man let out a sigh and strode over to the bed, fixing Marik with a chestnut glare.

"It's nearly noon, Marik." He chastised, poking at Marik's blanketed form with a slender, unfriendly finger.

Another groan came as a reply, "Keep your voice down."

"I was speaking very quietly, but I'll be sure to speak just above a whisper," he replied dryly, though he did lower his voice quite a bit.

Marik wished he was still dead to the world, but that possibility seemed to have disappear out the metaphorical window. Without looking at his friend, he grumbled into the pillow, "What the hell are you doing in here, Ryou?"

"Well, you weren't anywhere else in the house so I figured –"

"– No. I mean, why the hell are you in my flat?"

"Well... your front door was open."

Marik growled in confusion to himself before understanding. Of course Bakura wouldn't have had the courtesy to lock the front door before leaving. Of course that might be the worst of his problems. He should have stayed awake long enough to see the man out; that damned one-night-stand might have stolen something. Marik wouldn't put it past Bakura to be honest; it seemed within his personality to be a petty thief.

With that thought driving him, he pushed himself into a sitting position, the blanket pooling around his naked hips. Ryou reddened as his gaze raked over Marik's exposed lower body. "Uh – Marik?"

The man hissed, rubbing his poor head. "What?" He grated out.

"You're hung over aren't you?" Though it was a question, he already knew the answer. "Did you go to a bar and hook up with some random guy?"

"No," Marik grumbled, glancing away at Ryou's scrutinizing look, "I went to a club and hooked up with a random guy."

Ryou threw his hands up, "Marik! Same thing! And you know that isn't good. You don't know what kind of awful, creepy people are out there. Did you at least stay safe?"

Marik gave a dry chuckle and cocked his head to the scrapped condom that Bakura had shredded the previous night. He was well aware that Ryou didn't believe in one-night-stands nor hooking up with just any random bystander. He was always preaching about how unsafe it was, and how Marik shouldn't do it; not that he made a habit of it, anyways.

Ryou kicked the scraps of unused condom and crossed his arms, "Marik! That isn't good! That guy might have no been clean; you better get yourself tested!"

Marik waved his hand and scoffed, "The condom wouldn't have mattered anyway. I only had one and we were going at it all night."

Ryou reddened and his eyes widened, but he opened his mouth to reply when a hesitant voice came from the hallway, "Ryou? Did you find Marik?"

The pale man sighed, "Yes. He was in his bed oversleeping." He had raised his voice to share this information, so Marik hissed and rubbed his head, giving his friend a glower while doing so. Ryou just gave him a vaguely sympathetic look. "Put some clothes on. We'll wait on the couch." Without a response, he sped out of the room, his steps a little huffy.

Marik watched him go with a grumble before he pulled his sticky mostly-naked body from the covers. He pulled off his tank top and tossed it in the direction of the hamper before pulling on a gray one in its place. He tugged We on some baggy boxers as well before heading down the small hallway and exiting out into the combined kitchen-living room. Ryou, like he said, was sitting on the couch, along with their friend.

"Yugi came too?" Marik grumbled irritably, making a beeline to where he kept the medicine.

"Well, yes," Ryou blinked, "don't you remember we were going to go to brunch with the girls?"

"That explains why you keep glaring at me." Marik simply mumbled, grabbing two aspirin and grabbing a bottle of water. He joined them in the living room, plopping down on of the loveseats and downing most of the bottle, along with the tablets.

"We still went with Anzu and Miho, but they missed you." Yugi said from the opposite loveseat.

"I'm sure they did," Marik growled, rubbing his head irritably. I'm never drinking again, he lied to himself. "What would they do without their signature gay best friend, after all?" He added dryly.

He earned small glares from both of them. "You know that's not how they view you," Yugi claimed. "Anzu was pretty disappointed when you couldn't come."

"As was Miho," Ryou added.

Marik rolled his eyes and scoffed, deciding to ignore their words. "Whatever," he quickly drank the rest of his water. "So did you two just come here to bitch at me?"

Ryou gave a light laugh, "Well that and we were going to invite you to dinner."

"Yeah Marik, come with us." Yugi's smile was sweet. "We were going to the usual place."

He looked between the two of them,"...You're just inviting me because you feel sorry for me," Marik grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm over him."

"Marik..." Ryou began, shuffling his hands in his lap, "That's a lie and you know it."

The tanner man winced, but he still looked defiant. "I'm fucking over him. Shouldn't last night prove that?"

"Having sex with some random guy isn't moving on, Marik!"

Yugi blinked and reddened, offering Marik a surprised look, "Is that why you look so awful today, Marik?"

"I look awful because I was awakened before my time." Marik explained quickly, throwing a glare at Ryou. He still wasn't over being woken up so early (and by early he meant 11:53 AM).

Ryou gave his knee a friendly swat. "You can't just spend the whole day in bed. As much as you want to."

"I was up until God knows when; I deserve the sleep!"

Yugi, who was probably the most awkward among them when it came to anything sexual, shuffled his hands in his lap. "What did you do, exactly? Did you... get drunk?" He said the last words as if the thought of somebody becoming intoxicated was the most scandalous thing in the world.

Marik scoffed, but it was Ryou who answered with an eye roll, "Our friend here decided to get drunk and sleep with some random guy. Without protection, might I add."

"Like I said, it would have been useless anyways. I only had one and we did it AT LEAST –"

" – Marik, please!" Yugi looked as red as a pepper as he stared pleadingly at his tanned friend, "Please don't elaborate. I really don't need to be hearing the details of your sex life."

This made Marik snicker ever so slightly.

"Did you even get the guy's name?" Ryou asked now, tipping his head to Marik. "Or was it a one-time thing?"

"I got his name, but it was a one time thing. The only stuff I gathered about him is that he's an annoying, infuriating asshole. I swear if he wasn't good-looking I wouldn't have tolerated his God-awful personality."

Ryou gazed at him somewhat sympathetically. "Good-looking, huh? What does he look like?"

Before he answered, Marik had to admittedly smile at Ryou's question. He had always been a very supportive friend from the first time they met. Marik struggled with his sexuality for years – for obvious reasons. Homosexuality still wasn't accepted in modern society. Sure, there were places where you can be open, but certainly not anywhere Marik had lived. His homeland – Egypt – was extremely against any kind of homosexuality. It was this close-minded opinion that drove Marik to remain in the metaphorical closet for years and years. He denied himself happiness for so long, refusing to believe that there was even the smallest chance that he preferred men over women.

Even as a child, when he found himself compelled to hold hands with his male friend, he was deathly scared of such feelings. Holding hands didn't even have to mean anything, and yet he had been petrified. He told nobody of these feelings because he knew very well that they were wrong. He shuddered away from memories of childhood, and got his thoughts back on track, avoiding the dusty door within his mind that lead to darker memories.

Ryou, his friend since they were First Years at Domino High School, had always been very supportive, and even helped Marik figure out his sexuality. Perhaps not in the way Marik had wished and hoped for, but still, it was something. He would always tell Marik it was okay, that just because he preferred the same gender and sex as himself didn't mean anything negative. It didn't mean he was unnatural, or disgusting, or revolting. It simply meant he was Marik Ishtar.

It was this acceptance that caused him to accept himself. Now, after six years of being friends, he was very open about his sexuality. He didn't try and hide it, and if anyone gave him shit, then they got shit back.

"Well..." he began answering Ryou's question, but he quickly came to the conclusion that the mystery man had looked very much like his best friend. It was creepy now that he thought about it; they had many shocking similarities. The hair, for example, was the same arctic hue. They fell just past the shoulder blades on both males, though Ryou kept his neat and straight while Bakura had kept his crazy and unkempt – just like his personality. They had similar body structures, though Marik was sure Bakura was taller and wasn't as scrawny, but was likely pretty close. Their eye color was the same as well – though Bakura had hints of crimson in his chocolate depths, which made his irises gorgeous. Meanwhile, Ryou's eyes didn't look dangerous or mischievous, they were big and brown and adorable.

Ryou stared at him expectantly, and Marik pursed his lips. "Well, he's almost as tall as me. Kind of scrawny... kind of pale... er..." he paused, scratching his arm, "...Long white hair."

The paler man opposite him looked surprised, "Wow! You don't see long white hair very often." He laughed and stroked his locks, and Marik breathed a sigh of relief at his friend's obliviousness.

"Shoot! Ryou, we should get going. You have a shift in a few, and I said I'd meet Anzu for her lunch break."

Ryou checked his phone and his eyes widened, "Dang it! I'm going to be late!" He jumped off the loveseat, "We'll get out of your hair Marik – and don't go back to sleep. You've slept enough." He laughed and headed for the door along with Yugi.

Marik walked with them and saw them out.

"Don't forget, Marik! Meet as at the Golden Puzzle tonight at eight!" Yugi threw over his shoulder as they headed down the hallway, leaving a tired, hungover Marik standing in the doorway.

o o o

During the day there was very little to do in this world. Bakura often found himself rather lost with himself when the sun was up. During those hours in which the sun ruled, humans somehow managed to become even more boring what with their jobs and schools and shopping. Nobody did anything interesting during the day, which meant his playtime was put to a halt the second the sun rose.

He was presently pacing in an abandoned building he had made his temporary living space. It was full of spiders and darkness – just how he liked it. He didn't do much here other than rest and brood, but he couldn't rest – he was simply too full of energy. It was pumping through his body, motivating him to do more than to just sit and think and wait for nightfall. He was tempted to actually take a walk around town and explore human culture.

...If he already hadn't done that at least ten thousand times in his long lifetime.

With an exasperated sigh, he fell back into an old and tattered bed, not caring about how the metal frame whined despite his light weight. For the hundredth time, his mind backtracked to the night prior, and his body tingled with excitement. The man he had found – "Marik" – had truly satisfied him in ways that was unbeknownst to him. There was so much power and exhilaration coursing through him just from a single night of fast-paced, sloppy sex.

When we touch,

I can feel we've got a chemistry

It left him feeling satisfied and excited. His limbs still quivered just thinking about the way Marik moved, the way the sweat glistened off of beautiful sun-kissed skin, the way his unusual lilac eyes lidded when he was aroused... it all made up an extremely delicious and attractive man, and Bakura truly wished for more.

Can't get enough,

Watch ya when you stand so close to me

It was rare for him to be so exhilarated by sleeping with somebody. There were times when he felt exhausted by the act, then there were rare times when he could actually feel the power fueled by the experience to course through him, filling him with energy and life.

This couldn't be wasted, he decided.

He would return to Marik once more. He made exceptions to the rule about 'never returning for more'' – and Marik truly was one of those exceptions.

I've got you

Under my skin

...

Marik arrived at 8:22 PM. He skidded into the parking lot on his Harley, put down the kick stand and strode into the restaurant. He was in a somewhat better mood; his headache was gone and, despite Ryou's warning, he had napped in the early afternoon, followed by a very long shower to cleanse his body-fluid covered skin. He had dressed himself simply: a sleeveless leather jacket, a purple sleeveless v-neck underneath and a pair of tight black jeans that hugged his ass very nicely. Of course, he always enjoyed accessorizing. He always wore earrings, bracelets, cuffs, rings and necklaces. The gold made him look exotic and appealing.

Even if he was satisfied and he wasn't looking for any kind of partner tonight, he still made himself look good. He was guided to the table where his friends were by a waiter, and sat down at the end of the booth with a quiet 'thanks' to his guide. He was thankful that his friends didn't bring 'The Girls', but a couple of friends within their circle had come as well: Jounouchi and Honda.

While they were in their friend circle from High School, Marik was never... particularly fond of them. And the feeling was mutual. Sure, they treated each other civilly, and sometimes joked, but overall the tension between him and the pair was thick enough to cut with a knife. The rest of their friends were very aware of this and usually did their best to remain unbiased, but if push came to shove, everybody normally sided with Honda and Jounouchi except for Ryou, who always backed Marik up.

Marik recalled their immature High School days where fights had broken out. It was always for stupid things – Marik, however, recalled beating Jounouchi's face in for bitching one too many times about 'faggots'. It had been a bad start for Marik that morning, and he had still been struggling with his sexuality. Jounouchi wasn't aware of this and continued his homophobic comments day after day until Marik could hardly handle it.

Jounouchi and Honda fixed up their attitude regarding homosexuality after that, but Marik could tell the prospect made them a little uncomfortable. Or at least it did with Jounouchi – Honda was far more accepting about the whole thing, he just wasn't entirety sure how to view it. It confused him greatly – which pissed Marik off. How hard was it to understand that a guy could like a guy and a girl could like a girl?

"'Ey Ishtar," Jounouchi greeted with a casual wave as the tanner man sat down, though his facial expression didn't change.

Marik nodded, "Hey. Ryou and Yugi didn't mention you two would be here," He commented passively as he accepted an extra menu from the waiter.

"Sorry! I forgot to mention. I hope you don't mind," Yugi apologized before either one of the pair could reply with any sort of quip.

"I guess not," Marik replied flippantly as he pretended to read the menu. He had been here enough times to know what was decent; he normally went with fried noodles or a salad.

The other guys seemingly went back to whatever they had been talking about before Marik arrived, so he sat back and listened with half an ear. Yugi was talking about some gossip Anzu shared with him, so aloof Marik wasn't particularly interested.

When the waitress arrived to take their orders, Marik rolled his eyes to find Honda attempting to flirt with her. She simply giggled and waved him off before taking their orders.

Ryou asked for iced tea and tonkatsu. Yugi got a coke and korokke. Honda went with a western-style steak and beer while Jounouchi went with a hambagu and beer. Marik curled his nose at their choices – western style food was always so plain and unappetizing.

"And you sir?" She giggled as she turned to Marik, ogling him a little (much to Honda's blatant jealously).

Marik smirked slightly, "I'll take the hiyayakko and a Cherry Blossom Margarita."

"Okay! I'll need to see your all your I.D.s when you pay!" She jotted his order down and bounced away.

Ryou rolled his eyes, "Didn't you get your fake I.D. taken away, Marik?"

He smirked and fished out his wallet, "I got a new one. Check it out." He handed the card to Ryou. It had all his exact information except for his name and age. Everyone leaned in curiously to look.

Namu Blishtar.

Jounouchi snickered, "Blishtar? Who the hell would that fool?"

Marik scoffed and took back the I.D. "A lot of people. It fooled the bartender last night, and it'll fool our bimbo of a waitress."

"That's not nice! She's pretty!" Honda claimed, but Jounouchi was looking at Marik with interest.

"Last night? Didja go bar-hopping?"

Ryou rolled his eyes as a smug look came across Marik's features, "Marik, don't..." he started to warn, but obviously the tanner man paid no mind.

"I went to the club last night and fucked a hot guy. Several times." Marik wiggled his brows, the smirk on his face going wider as both his friends paled.

"...I could have gone my whole life without hearing that." Honda finally admitted, not meeting Marik's eye.

Jounouchi didn't respond, but rather welcomed the waitress returning with his beer. He took several deep gulps while Marik continued to snigger darkly.

Yugi looked to his tan friend, "Are you going to tell that to everybody?"

"Anybody that asks." Marik shrugged, sitting back and crossing his arms smugly. "Jounouchi asked, so I told."

"Hey man, I just asked if you went to some bars, I didn't ask to know about your... activities." The blond finished lamely.

"Well then I was kind enough to elaborate."

He groaned in response and drank more of his beer. Yugi looked to Ryou pleadingly, so he swiftly tried to change the subject.

"So Jou, how's Mai?" Ryou floundered desperately.

Jounouchi's mood shifted, "She's good. She's still playing hard to get, though. It's driving me up the damn wall. I mean we've been officially dating for a while now but she still acts like we aren't."

"Maybe she just doesn't want you, Jou. Have you ever considered that?" Honda joked at the blond's expense.

"Oh, she does! I know she does! Nobody can resist Jounouchi the Lady Charmer!" Jounouchi scoffed confidently, scowling while everybody else at the table openly laughed. Even Ryou was giggling – though he held a hand in front of his mouth in a polite manner.

Marik snickered, though he found the laughs trailing away as he watched Ryou for a moment. He observed the way his pale cheeks were slightly tinted pink, and how his eyes were scrunched shut as he giggled at Jounouchi's ridiculous claim. Marik felt his heart jump and he wrenched his gaze away before anybody could notice he had been staring.

"Oh, you all can shut it!" The blond growled, crossing his arms in a pout-like gesture. This only fueled the table's laughter.

"Sorry man, It's just funny! You're the farthest thing from a 'Lady Charmer' as one can get." Honda sniggered.

"You're one to laugh, Honda!" Jounouchi swatted him lightly on the shoulder, "You're the only one at this table who is single!"

He halted in his words, cutting off almost awkwardly. "Except – uh – Marik."

At the implication of his... recent relationship troubles, he nervously picked at a nail under the table. "It's fine." He grumbled as four pairs of worried eyes turned to him. Apparently news of his break-up had gotten around the friend circle – no doubt to Yugi's gossiping mouth.

Everyone was quiet for a few minutes. When conversation started again, Marik didn't bother with paying attention. He simply sat uncomfortably, drinking his drink until his glass was empty. Suddenly, his mood had taken a turn for the worse, and the desire to get drunk and dance like last night was overwhelming. He waved down a waitress and asked for another Cherry Blossom Margarita. Ryou noticed this, because he scooted closer until their legs were pressing together. It made Marik's heart jump uncomfortably again, but he didn't respond.

"Marik? Are you okay?" Ryou asked in a lowered tone.

"I'm fine." He grumbled as he accepted his drink. He took a large gulp of his drink, wishing it was something stronger as the strawberry flavor slid down his gullet.

"I don't believe that."

"Then I guess that's your problem."

Ryou's frown turned to a scowl. "Don't be like that."

"Like what?"

"Like a dick!"

Marik shrugged, still not meeting his friend's eye. Ryou look exasperated.

"You've been very unpleasant lately, and I know it's because you're not over him, but –"

Marik slammed his fists down on the table, his lilac eyes smoldering. He didn't realize how much irritation had been building up until Ryou managed to piss him off.

"Quite mentioning him!" He snarled in Ryou's face, "Just fucking stop! I told you I'm over it. I'm over him. It's over and done with. I'm never seeing that fucking asshole ever again and I'd fucking appreciate it if stopped bringing him up! I'm done talking about it!" He threw himself into a standing position, gave his friend one last glare and stormed off in the direction of the restroom.

…

It was still early when he returned home. It had just turned 10, and he had a desire to get drunk and watch violent movies.

He never quite recovered from Ryou's probing. When he returned from the restroom, nobody really looked at him or spoke to him. He just quietly ate his food, had another drink (which helped him feel buzzed but not particularly drunk), paid his bill and left early. Nobody argued with this, but Ryou gave him an honest farewell. There was no doubt Ryou would bother him later, but for now, he was thankfully left alone.

He dug through his cupboards, finding a bottle of Bacardi. He took a gulp of the thick liquid, not bothering with a shot glass, before he trailed into the front room and put on some late night television. He ended up taking a few more gulps, becoming dizzy before sleep tugged at his eyelids. He clicked the T.V. off around 11:30 and tumbled towards his bedroom. He stripped down to his tank-top and boxers before he plopped into his sheets, barely managing to burrow himself into the duvet. His last fleeting thoughts were of white hair and maroon eyes.

o o o

You set me me off,

I can't wait to feel your hands on me

Bakura stood in a very familiar bedroom, a sardonic smirk gracing his lips.

Getting into the Egyptian's room had been incredibly easy. He had left his window unlocked, so Bakura didn't even have to technically 'break in' (never mind the fact that people who live 70 feet off the ground shouldn't have to lock their windows in the first place). A languid tongue drew over his lips as he prowled towards the bed, his shirt already off, boldly crawling onto the silky purple duvet. His movements were slow and graceful, doing nothing to expose him to the sleeping man, even when he crouched over his blanketed form.

"Marik." He murmured, his voice husky.

The man beneath him shifted in his sleep, but did not wake. Bakura grinned wider, his fangs peeking out from rosy lips. He hooked his long fingers around the blanket and pulled it off of his prize, exposing him to the coolness of his bedroom. He shivered a little and a hand absently groped for the lost blanket that Bakura had discarded to the floor.

"Marik."

The owner of the name grumbled tiredly, paying no mind to the man crouching over him. Bakura sneered, drawing his long nails through strands of light blond hair. The gesture was almost fond, but given Bakura's position and facial expression, affection was the last thing on his mind.

He began touching the tan man's body. His slender fingers moved from strands of soft locks to his slender neck, down his adam's apple and to his collar bone. The skin twitched under his touch, but Marik's breathing did not change. Bakura found that the tanktop became annoying very quickly, so he grabbed the hem and wedged it up as far as he could, exposing the delicious front he had been unable to see the night prior.

Bakura truly wasn't disappointed. While Marik wasn't overly muscular, he had the hints of a six-pack. His hip bones were prominent, and the curves they added just succeeded in making him look all the more attractive. He had pectoral muscles to match that, the muscles hard beneath his chest. The muscles in his arms were far more subtle, but as Bakura stroked them, he could feel the muscles beneath.

The tip of his nail left a slight mark as he drew it down the front of Marik's chest, the bronze skin quivering in the finger's wake. Then, he replaced the tip of his nail with his whole palm. He grazed his entire hand across Marik's toned chest, enjoying the way the muscles twitched under his rather delicate touch.

He dipped one of his fingers into Marik's belly button, letting out a snicker as his stomach trembled. Licking his lips, he balanced on his knees – which were placed on each side of Marik's hips – and began dragging both his skilled fingers up and down his quivering front. His pectoral muscles shook a little and his abdomen rippled uncontrollably at the sensual sensations.

Finally, Marik moaned in his sleep. Bakura smirked, leaning close to Marik's face that was beginning to flush.

"Marik." He breathed.

Marik exhaled deeply in response, his eyelids fluttering, but his consciousness did not surface. Bakura wasn't discouraged, however. He simply let the smirk remain on his face as he began licking at Marik's front, tasting his delicious skin. He was careful to leave no marks, just long trails of saliva. He was oh-so-tempted to bite, but that wasn't what he was here to do. He put a nipple in his mouth, trailing a skilled tongue over the nub, feeling Marik's body shake beneath his lips.

In a bold move, he slid his hands down and groped Marik's bulge through his boxers, smirking widely to find it had started to harden thanks to Bakura's ministrations. He shivered deliciously and slid the pair of underwear away from bronze hips, quickly discarding them to the side. The pale man flashed a fanged grin and put his hand around the swelling length, helping it along with quick jerks of his skilled wrist.

Marik was panting now, and his sleeping limbs were beginning to twitch and writhe. The image was truly delectable to Bakura, who couldn't help but lick his lips.

Bakura jerked the sleeping man's cock until it was to full height – an impressive height, he might add. He smirked, pulling back and pulling his pants and boxers off, exposing his own growing erection. He spat on his hand a few times, lathering his partner's manhood in layers of saliva until it was slick. He would have just put his mouth on it, but time was of the essence. He didn't have time to play this out – despite as much as he wanted to.

In all honestly, he shouldn't even be here (never mind the fact he technically broke in); he never went back for seconds. It was against his policy. And yet, here he was, probing his own ass as he attempted some amount of preparation. In a swift movement, he adjusted himself so Marik's swollen head pressed against his eagerly awaiting entrance. He quivered at the pleasing heat that threatened to push through the threshold.

And when we rock

Feels just like the devil's ridin' me

With a deep inhale, he began lowering himself down onto Marik's erection, squeezing his eyes shut as a burning sensation promptly followed. Spit was a vulgar and ineffective form of lubrication, and his preparation had been minimal at best. He was lucky he had a high tolerance of pain, or this whole thing would have been borderline unbearable.

Once the erection had been completely sheathed, he finally let out the breath he had been holding in. He could feel Marik's cock deep inside of him, and it was absolutely insatiable. The heat of Marik's length made him shiver and wish there was more of him. With a moan, he moved his his upwards, feeling the hot cock slide out of him. He desperately tried to remain relaxed as he bit at his lips with his fangs.

In a fluid movement, he threw his hips down, letting out an unrestrained cry the cock entered all the way to the hilt. He gazed down at his partner with lidded eyes, realizing that he could see a slit of lavender. Marik's eyes were narrowed and blurred with sleep and pleasure. He was returning Bakura's stare with a dazed expression.

Bakura smirked as he leaned his body forward, continuing to move his hips very slowly.

"Marik."

"...mmm...ba..kura..." Marik moaned in a slurred voice.

Bakura smirked, rolling his hips. The flesh of his ass slapped against Marik's upper legs with the movement. He felt a pair of hands on his hips, through the grasp was weak. Bakura ignored this and just sped his movements until the room was full of the sound of the bed creaking and their sweaty flesh slapping together. Marik's moans were far more unrestrained than the previous night while Bakura's was just as unrestrained as the previous night. He didn't disguise his pleasure as he moaned to the high heavens, his mouth wide open.

His movements became quick and desperate. He grabbed himself with a sweaty palm and began jerking himself off in rhythm with his own hip-rolls. He aimed downwards at an angle that would cause Marik's swollen length to rut up against his prostate, and it was causing him to lose control. His jerks became frantic, his toes curled, his chin tipped back. A pool of desperation built at the base of his bouncing cock.

Finally, with a rough jerk and powerful roll, he came violently onto Marik's stomach. He rode out his orgasm, barely recognizing the heat that shot into him as Marik came seconds later, filling Bakura's insides with hot semen. He involuntarily clenched as he pulled away from his partner.

Marik was panting heavily, sweat covering his exposed chest. He still looked tired and lost, and Bakura couldn't help but snort at the expression he was receiving. He dipped his head, keeping his eyes level with Marik's as he began licking his own semen off of Marik's stomach. His own musky taste wasn't as appealing as somebody else's, but it was worth it to see the expression on Marik's sleepy face.

Once he was lapped clean, he tugged the tank-top back in its place and tugged his boxers back up to his hips. He slid off the bed and threw the duvet back over it.

Marik was grumbling something, but seemingly had fallen back to sleep. Bakura watched him for a moment then grinned devilishly, approaching the side of the bed and leaning over his face.

"We wouldn't want you to be too content," Bakura cooed lightly as he stroked Marik's forehead with his index finger. After a few moments, of the seemingly affectionate gesture. Marik's peaceful expression darkened.

Bakura pulled away, threw his clothes on and sauntered out the way he came. "Enjoy the nightmares... it's the last thing you're getting from me." He murmured sardonically before he left, leaving a whimpering and writhing Marik.

I've got you

Under my skin...[1]

[1] Under My Skin by Sarah Connor

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