Me: YAY! ANOTHER CHAPTER! THERE IS LEMON IN THIS ONE! (Well, implied, but sorta graphic….YOU'LL UNDERSTAND SOON!)

Pegasus: Oh, joy (!) I get to walk in on these two again!

Me: Not in THIS chapter, check it out as soon as Amu-chan does the disclaimer (cuz she hasn't said much in a while)

Amu-chan: Alice doesn't own any characters, settings or…well, she kind of DOES own the plot…

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Both boys stood there, shocked at what Pegasus had just witnessed. What he would have seen flashed through their minds. Marik leaning slightly on the table, Bakura rubbing against him with all his might- while kissing him relentlessly- and the throaty moans that ensued. Suffice to say, both of them were mortified. "M-maybe we should head home." Marik suggested. Bakura nodded his agreement.

Out in the parking lot, they got on Bakura's bike and drove (more like sped) home. Before they knew it, they were outside Marik's house. "Umm," Marik began. "Do you want to come in for coffee?"

"Alright." He chuckled deeply to himself as he knew that 'coming in for coffee' never resulted in actually coming in for coffee, he wasn't finished with Marik yet.

Marik opened the door and put his coat on the coat rack, turning to take Bakura's. He shivered at the thought of undressing the white-haired boy. Bakura sank into the couch as Marik headed to the kitchen to start the kitchen to make the coffee. He closed his eyes and listened to Marik rummaging through cupboards.

Once the coffee was done, the Egyptian boy returned, passing a mug of steaming, deep, brown liquid to Bakura. He sipped it gently, eyes trained on Marik, who was gulping it down. He smiled to himself, Marik always did like coffee. He made an effort to speed up his drinking, to try and finish in time with Marik, but despite his efforts, Marik finished first by about half a minute. (N/A that's what she said)

Once the coffee was gone, Marik picked up the mugs and washed them up in the kitchen, while Bakura sat motionless on the couch. When Marik walked back into the room and sat, making the couch dip slightly, Bakura inched closer to the other boy. Marik covered the distance and pressed their lips together softly and sweetly. The happiness that went through both of them was great but fleeting, they wanted more. It was Bakura that decided to make the first move, pushing Marik onto his back on the couch and licking his bottom lip, asking for entrance which Marik allowed.

Marik was lying on his back, Bakura positioned above him, straddling his lap. Marik tilted his head differently, so as to get a better angle and deepen the kiss further. Bakura ran his hands along the join at the front of Marik's shirt, undoing each of the little gold clasps and opening the shirt. He ran his fingers down Marik's bare chest, nails lightly dragging on the tanned skin. His finger then traced a line up the middle of Marik's stomach up to his neck. His whole hand then began exploring the tanned skin before him, committing it all to memory. When his finger brushed a nipple, Marik gasped and Bakura paused. He smiled slyly, he had found something.

His hand began moving again, across Marik's chest, and 'accidentally' brushed a nipple. This time Bakura felt, rather than heard a response, as something hard began pressing into his hip. Bakura kissed a trail down Marik's jaw line, then down his neck until he was kissing the Egyptian's chest, stopping to lightly lick at both nipples, before continuing his journey downwards.

Marik's head was tilted backwards, resting on the couch arm, eyes closed in pleasure, but his eyes shot open and his head snapped up when the albino reached his belly button and continued further. He could feel cold fingers playing along his waistband, when the kisses could get no further down, his tongue swept along the elastic in Marik's pants. Bakura looked up him, eyes asking a question that he could never find the nerve to voice. Marik met his eyes and nodded frantically, making Bakura smirk before he loosened Marik's belt and pulled the pants down to his knees.

Bakura took in the sight before him, wondering where to start; his decision taken away from him as a pair of hands roughly grabbed the back of his head and pushed it downwards. Bakura's eyes widened, shocked by the other boy's sudden actions, but none the less, soon adapted.

He parted his lips to let a tongue slip through to lick along the underside of Marik's hardened member, receiving a throaty moan in response. When he quickly lapped at the slightly leaking slip, Marik cried out. Bakura took Marik's entire length into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down, refusing to gag when Marik bucked his hips upwards. Marik was in pure bliss, head thrown back, resting against the arm rest of the couch. Bakura started lightly dragging his teeth up and down, causing marik to say "A-ah, Bakura…I'm gunna…" Bakura removed his mouth, and got a whine/whimper from Marik.

"Well then," He began. "Maybe we should continue this in your room…"
"I couldn't agree more."
Bakura picked the Egyptian up in his arms bridal-style and carried him down the hallway. Marik opened the door for him and Bakura kicked it closed with his foot.

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Alice: Thus ends my crappy fanfiction! I hope you enjoyed it, it was my first lemon…it was also my first yaoi…it was also my first fanfic, so it probably sucked ass, but it's ok, because I can learn from my mistakes!

Marik: Can we go now?

Alice: NO! ERU-CHAN! LALA-CHAN!

Eru-chan: (*ties Bakura to a chair*)

Lala-chan: (*ties Marik to a chair*)

Amu-chan: You are doomed to eternity with fangirls!

I HOPE YOU LIKED IT! REVIEW PLEEEEASE!