You ever been working on something and suddenly a scene starts playing in your head like a movie? If not try it it's really distracting but in a good way, sometimes. Anyway that's how this whole thing got started. -Sigh- My muses love to drive me crazy. This fic is not exactly my normal style but sometimes you just have to go with it. As if the style experimentation was not enough I just had to play with a pairing I have never even used before but I have a ton of fan art for, 88 pictures at the moment. -Sigh- Hopefully this little experiment works out and doesn't blow up in my little kitty face. Merowl. Here's to hopein'.

WarNinGs: Never before used pairing, Yaoi, Short, OOC, One Shot.

Aishi Say

"...beauty can only be found in darkness."

Malachite, Sailor Moon Manga. Looks a little like present day Bakura and Darts to me.

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Marik watched his captured prize sleep wondering just how troublesome he would become when he awoke. At the moment the other youth was being very cooperative just laying on blood red silk, but that would not last and he knew it. Bakura was lying on his back, right arm bent, half curled fingers near his face, left arm out. His right leg was slightly raised, and a black ban stood out well against his pale flesh a few inches below pale cut offs. A lose black button down hung teasingly half open, and cute silver studded black collar with a silver tag finished the look.

Dark lips curled into a smile as lowered himself to his knees, one on either side of the sleeping youth. 'Such a pretty little thing.' He leaned foreward taking one on the button's in his mouth. With a sweep of his tongue it came undone and moved on to the next one, taking Bakura's left wrist in his hand. Long pale fingers twitched brushing dark skin as Marik lifted his head. Marik leaned close grabbing Bakura's other wrist and moving them to rest on either side of their owner's head. Bakura sifted slightly in response but did not open his eyes. Marik smiled as he read the kanji on the tag Tokoyami, everlasting darkness, he found it quite fitting.

'True beauty can only be found in darkness don't you agree?' Marik silently asked leaning forward gently biting down on a pale throat. Bakura moaned arching his neck in response. Marik leaned forward biting down again, drawing blood and another moan. Bakura reached up placing his hand on Marik's head holding his dark lips against the wound. Marik took the invention and bit down on the wound, sucking the blood from pale skin. 'Maybe he will be more cooperative then I thought.'

Bakura opened his eyes with a soft hiss, blood red eyes blinking confused. 'Not my ceiling?.' He turned his eyes to focus on the person pining him. "You?! Get the HELL OFF!" Bakura cried kicking Marik away and onto the floor. A pale hand touched the bloody wound as he sat up eyes blazing. "Bloody Hell," He muttered looking at his hand. " I'm the guy who likes a Bloody Vamp, I should be doing the biting."

"You're angry I take it?" Marik asked standing, violet robe flowed around him like a cape.

"No fuck Blondy! What the Hell do you think you were doing anyway?" Bakura demanded eyes narrow.

"You weren't upset a few minutes ago," Marik cooed, not answering the other Yami's question.

"I was asleep pillock!" Bakura muttered red eyes narrowed.

Marik sat down in front of him, arms crossing. "Were you?"

Bakura hissed lashing out, raking his nails across Marik's left cheek. "I HATE YOU! You sent me away just like Yami remember? I want you dead."

Marik turned his head slowly back to face the pale demon,"I am dead, same as you, to kill me you must kill this body."

Bakura sneered at the blood on dark skin, "Or I could steal your soul baka."

"Is there some reason you do not wish to kill this vessel?" Marik was curious if it was lust for the power his soul could give, or something else.

Bakura placed his left hand between his knees and began lapping at his bloody hand like a neko. "Please," He muttered, rolling his eyes.

Marik watched a pink tongue moved over darker red, "You want my Hikari don't you?"

Red eyes narrowed, not amused with this game. "Don't waste my time spouting out nonsense," Bakura spat.

"Well then I guess it wouldn't interest you to know my Hikari lusts after you would it?" Marik asked causally.

"Why would it?" Bakura asked placing his now clean hand on his neck, checking to see if the bleeding had stopped.

"It was just something I thought you should know," Marik answered shrugging.

"Baka!" Bakura hissed, his fellow Yami was not very good at this whole mind game thing.

Marik shook his head in a chiding fashion,"You shouldn't be so bitter towards me."

"Do Not order me!" Bakura growled voice low.

"We both want the same things," Dark eyes looked up as Marik reminded the pale creature of this simple truth.

Wild ivory hair shifted as Bakura shook his head, "See that's the problem, I hate you and you want what I want."

Marik gave Bakura a slightly hurt look, "Would it be so terrible working with me again?"

"I never worked with you Sunshine," Bakura remind the clearly insane spirit.

"I want what my Hikari wants, so in way you did," Marik corrected evenly.

Bakura rolled his bloody eyes, "Great you're just like Yami and Yugi, I'm so happy for you."

"That is why I brought you here. My Hikari is too weak to have you," Marik did not like being compared to those weaklings.

"I'm not a bloody prize you know? I much prefer your Hikari to you," Bakura turned his head away unimpressed.

Marik blinked before frowning, "Why?"

"Well for one thing he didn't leave me in the Shadow Realm like a bugger," Bakura muttered under his breath.

"You prefer him because he is weaker then I?" Marik could understand that, Yami existed to control.

"No," Bakura answered turning flashing crimson on the standing Yami. "I prefer him because he is not you. I do not like you OK? I could never love you, and if you ever touch me like that again I swear I will kill you."

"You haven't changed at all Bakura," Marik chuckled, he loved that fiery temper.

"So what? Why the Hell should I change?" Bakura had not changed in thousands of years, he was not about to anytime soon.

Marik held up his hands, "I was only making an observation."

Bakura frowned at the I surrender gesture, "Well stop it all right? Will you just go away?"

Marik nodded, eyes closing, "As you wish, just try not to claw my Hikari too badly he had nothing to do with this."

Bakura frowned, "Yeah, yeah just go," he muttered cleaning the last of his blood form his neck.

Marik smiled once before leaving, he could be patient. Malik fell forward, hands bracing himself on the bed. "Hun?! Where?" He looked up violet eyes growing wide, "Bakura?!"

"Nice to see you too Ma-chan," Bakura cooed in teasing. "Your Yami has a thing or two to learn about greeting a guest."

Malik placed a hand on his cheek, "You slashed me?!"

"In self defense," Bakura informed the blonde, turning his neck so Malik could see the bite wound. "Malik come here All right?" Malik blinked at his bloody hand before looking at the pale Yami. "It's all right Malik, come here please?"

The tan youth crawled onto the bed and knelt in front of Bakura, looking slightly afraid, "Yes Bakura?" Malik asked not wanting to be attacked for what his Yami had done.

Bakura placed his palm on the other's unhurt cheek, "Are you afraid of me?"

Malik looked down, "You hate Marik so..."

Bakura nodded, that was very true, "Yes I do, but I like you."

"Why?" Malik asked looking back up, liking him better then his Yami did not mean he was safe.

"You're so kawii," Bakura teased grinning.

Malik blinked when Bakura licked his bloody cheek, gentle tongue causing only the slightest sting, "Bakura?!"

Bakura placed a hand on the back on Malik's head, stroking his soft hair. "Shh...It's all right. No matter what Marik does I can't hate you Ma-kun."

"Why?" Malik wanted to believe the Yami known for lying, knowing it was not the wisest thing to do.

Bakura smiled reassuringly, "I have grown quite found of you my dark little friend."

Malik blinked, he did not sense deceit in the other's words or smile. "I...I've grown quite found of you as well Bakura," He admitted, violet eyes meeting crimson ones. "I'm so jealous of Ryou, he's always with you and I'm not."

"Ryou and I are not exactly Yami and Yugi you know? We have an understanding, but we aren't what I would call close." Bakura did regret that now and then, his Hikari had proven stronger of will then he had first assumed.

"He's still closer to you then I am," Malik reminded the immortal spirit gently, he was jealous not hateful.

Bakura titled his head, red as gentle as they could be, "Is he Malik? Don't I have any say in this what so ever?"

Malik closed his eyes, biting his lip, "Why must you tease me so?"

"It's just my nature Malik, it's nothing personal," Bakura answered with a shrug, it was just the cat in him.

Malik sighed softly, a trickster was a trickster, "I wish I could make my nature go away."

"Why don't you? I'll zap him if you want?" It would take all of five minuets to seal the offensive fool away.

"Even he was gone his mark would remain," Malik would not object to Marik being sent away permently.

"Mark? What mark?" Bakura frowned curiosity peeked, he did love a good mystery.

Malik looked up at the pale youth questioningly, "Do you trust me?"

"What?!" Normally that was his line, not that Bakura was known for being trustworthy.

Malik nodded to himself, decision, "Give me your hands?"

"Here, happy now?" Bakura asked tone sardonic, holding out his hands. Malik took Bakura's wrists, slipping pale hands under his violet shirt. "What the bloody Hell?" Bakura demand pulling his hands away. "What was that?"

"My father's legacy," Malik answered solemnly, clearly the immortal was in shock.

"You lost me there," Bakura did not like the sound of that, mind going to Kaiba and his history.

"You'll see," Malik assured the thief, slipping his shirt off, visuals were needed.

"I like what I see Malik, but I still don't understand," Bakura cooed smirking, the Hikari was a pretty one.

Malik turned allowing Bakura to see his back. "This is Marik, the spell on Odion's face binds him. As you can see he's a part of me."

"Your father did this?!" Bakura demanded, running gentle fingers over the scars. Malik shivered hugging himself, he enjoyed Bakura's gentle touch but no one had ever touched his scars. "So this is why you wanted the God cards? I know you loathe it but I kind of like it. It's very unique."

"I ...Bakura..," Malik trailed off burring his face in his hands.

Bakura hugged the dark youth, chin on his shoulder, "Now stop that crying all right? There's no need for tears."

"I can not remove what you hate from me, not fully," Malik sobbed face still in his hands.

Bakura shook his head, use to people not always listening to him, "Didn't I just say I liked them? Malik please stop, it is all right?"

"No!" Malik protested, sure Bakura was just being nice, as strange at that was. "It can never be all right! I can never be who you want me to be!"

"You are who I want you to be baka, now shut up and listen!" Bakura snapped, freezing the darker youth. "I hate Marik, but that will not stop me from loving you," He whispered into Malik's ear, smiling when the darker teen shivered. "The sooner you get that simple fact through that blonde skull of yours the happier we'll both be."

Malik wet his lips, he did like the sound of Bakura's assurances, "But Marik could?"

Bakura half smirked, "I think I can take on a Rodless crazy man. Don't worry about him so much."

"You're so warm," Malik sighed as she leaned against the pale Yami, he felt good even if he was still a monster.

"I'm dead not a corpse Love," Bakura teased kissing his dark shoulder softly before resting his cheek on it. "You're trembling," He cooed softly, it was not an unpleasant sensation.

"I'm just cold," Malik countered snuggling against the pale body holding him. "Am I really your Love?"

Bakura smiled agiasnt dark skin, Love was not an uncommon thing for British people to call another, "Do you want to be?"

Malik placed his hand on Bakura's, dark eyes closing. "Yes," He answered softly, he would take what he could get from the long dead thief.

"Then what's stopping you?" Bakura asked gently, not wanting to snap.

Malik sighed softly,"Marik. I just can't help but fear he will come between us."

Bakura sighed sipping his hands over soft skin and carved scars causing Malik to shiver. "Nothing get's between me and what I really want, you should know that by now."

Malik bit his lip, even the Shadow Realm could not hold Bakura, "But Pharaoh..."

"What about him? He is unimportant right now. None of the Items are going anywhere, and at this rate he will do all my work for me. Yugi always has been so very considerate and helpful," Bakura had nothing but time, there was no rush.

"Will you want me after you get what you want?" Malik knew Bakura wanted revenge, what else he truly wanted could only be guessed at.

"What do you think? I toy with the Gumi's emotions to survive, and the occasional kick, but I truly do love you." Bakura did enjoy playing with Yugi's friends, Kaiba did it often enough as well.

"I...why do you love me?" Malik wanted to believe the other, he just needed to hear a why.

Bakura frowned for a moment,"Why? I guess that is a fair question. I love you Malik Ishtar for one simple reason."

Malik closed his dark eyes, "What is that reason Bakura?"

"Because we are the same," Bakura answered, fingers holding still on dark flesh.

"The same?" Malik was confused but interested, the other was so intriguing.

Bakura rubbed his cheek against Malik's shoulder, "Yes the same...deep down anyway."

Malik smiled, "Isn't that where it counts?" He laughed when Bakura tickled his neck with his tongue. "Stop it please?"

"Steal all my fun, I'm supposed to be the thief here," Bakura pouted teasingly.

Malik turned his head to look at at the pale teen before kissing him, "Forgive me?"

"What do you think?" Bakura asked taking Malik's face in his hands, kissing him gently as his right hand slipped into golden hair.

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Well that is the end. Short huh? Well this was yet another One Shot done mostly to get a feel for writing the paring. Pretty pictures oh how I love you! Anyway please leave a review?