"Experimenting"

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um I don't have an excuse for this...I blame Little Kuriboh for being too awesome. And so I inflict terrible fangirlish porn on you. Abridged version Marik and Bakura.

Bakura gets Marik to pull down his pants. Smut shall happen.

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Part 1: Pleasure

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"Bakura, I'm booooored," Marik said, as he blew bits of popcorn in Bakura's face.

"Really? I hadn't noticed,"

"No, seriously bored. Why should we have to wait for Pegasus and his eyeliner all the time?"

Bakura glanced at the clock; "to be fair we still have a little over ten minutes before the meeting officially starts,"

"Details, details," Marik waved his hand and let more popcorn fall down both of them. "That film was weird. I really didn't get the bunny suit guy. I mean, what was his motive?"

"I think it's one of those films you have to see again to fully understand,"

"I don't have time for that, there's plotting to be done! Evil plotting! Hey let's play Playstation!"

"What?" Bakura grumbled. Marik thrust the controller in his hand.

"C'mon, we have ten minutes, plus I need to record more of that play through stuff. Our audience demands it!"

The game loaded up accordingly.

"I don't know how to play this game," Bakura told him. "And it looks bloody stupid,"

"Yes," Marik nodded. "It's veeeery bloody. Very!"

Bakura rolled his eyes; "I hope Pegasus gets here on buggering time for once."

"Very!" Marik repeated. "Now look, you select your character here. I thought you might want to be the emo looking guy, but I dunno. Up to you."

"Right," Bakura looked at the screen with no interest at all.

Marik bounced up and down, as he tended to do when he got all excited about games and vampires apparently.

"You know, Bakura," he said. "I was thinking,"

"Really?" Bakura was surprised.

"Yes. Well, it's about Pegasus and his whole eyeliner thing...well, besides the eyeliner thing..."

"The point, Marik? Wait, do I press start here?"

Marik batted his hand away from the controller. "No, not like that! Yes...the point is, erm, do you think he's like you?"

"What are you talking about, Marik?" Bakura selected the emo guy.

"I mean, does he like to be...you know, gay too?"

Bakura smirked at the screen; "I believe he did had a wife at one point, Marik."

"Oh yeah,"

"But that doesn't mean anything, of course,"

"What? If he had a wife he can't be gay. Cos she's straight, and he's a guy," Marik said with lots of certainty.

"Hardly, Marik."

"You suspect Pegasus might be gay? Secretly?"

"Whatever gave you that idea?" Bakura dead-panned.

"Well...the eyeliner was suspect...not that I have anything against that, I mean I like eyeliner as much as the next straight guy. It really brings out the purple in my eyes, don't you think so?" He leaned close to Bakura, to give him a good view. "See? See how pretty they are right now?"

"Yes, very pretty," Bakura said. "Anyway, the point is, just because a man has a wife doesn't mean he can't...experiment."

"Do you think that's what he did?"

"Does," Bakura corrected. "Isn't everyone a little curious?" he eyed Marik, his smile curving.

Marik noticed; "Well it's no wonder people would be curious about me. I mean, I'm the sexiest thing since me. And that's saying something."

"I suspect most people are curious about you too," Bakura agreed. "Sometimes, from the back, you do look extremely girly. Oh, and the front too. Most of the time. All of the time, actually."

"What, no! I didn't mean it like that! I mean other guys might fancy me!"

"Oh yes," Bakura turned back to the computer game, "Other guys, I suppose,"

"Yes, other guys...hey! I'll have you know I am sexy! Very sexy!"

"Alright, Marik. You are very sexy," Bakura agreed without the enthusiasm Marik thought he should have.

"Are you saying you don't think I'm sexy?" he was insulted. Then he looked Bakura up and down; "oh who cares? We both know I'm way out of your league anyway."

"Okay," Bakura nodded at the computer screen. "Now come on. How do we start this bloody game, anyway?"

"Look," Marik lifted his top up, flaunting it in Bakura's face. "Look at my chest! See how firm and muscular it is! And tanned!"

"Very tanned," Bakura conceded. "That is quite hard to deny."

"And what about my tush? You should know that's one tight sexy tush!" he wiggled his rear, demonstrating the point.

Bakura poked it; "well it's hard to know how tight it is through those trousers,"

"Do you think I'd lie about that?" Marik was too enraged about that to consider Bakura had just poked him there. "Do you want to see it?"

"Oh yes please," Bakura looked interested. "If you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all!" Marik pulled his pants down at once, not really noticing or actually caring that he brought his boxers down with them. He barely noticed the way Bakura's eyes widened either, or the way he smiled. "See! See how firm it is! Touch it, Bakura!"

Bakura did, gladly. "Mm. It's very firm. I stand corrected," he was looking at other more interesting parts of Marik though. It took Marik a few seconds to realise what.

"Hey-"

"Marik," Bakura interrupted, "would you mind if I touched you there, too?"

Marik opened his mouth to say no, but found Bakura touching him there anyway.

"Bakura-"

Oh...it was kinda...weird.

No-one else's hand had ever been there before. Frig...and it was gay. Really gay!

"Bakura, I'm not-"

"It's just a little fun," Bakura told him. And he started stroking Marik.

"I...fun?" Marik thought he should move away, but it felt kinda good. "Okay, if it's fun, then. But I'm not gay, just so we're clear."

"Of course,"

Marik shifted on his knees, as Bakura's hands became more prominent against him. Marik noticed he had quite nice hands actually. And they seemed to know what they were doing.

"Uh," escaped Marik's mouth. He immediately pressed his lips back together. Betrayed by himself, no less.

Bakura grinned a bit; "so you do like it?"

"No comment,"

"You hardly need to," Bakura observed Marik's face, his grin broadening.

"I'm just reminding you," Marik exhaled fast, for some reason his body was telling him to, "I'm not gay. Definitely not."

"Yes," Bakura stopped then, and Marik pouted.

"Why'd you stop?" he asked, like a kid being pushed on a swing.

"I've got a better way,"

Marik watched Bakura with curious interest, as the Spirit lowered himself a bit more toward the ground. He held Marik's erection so that his face was quite level with it.

The sensation was warm and also shocking; as Marik's length slipped into Bakura's mouth. There was no warning, though he guessed that was a good thing. He couldn't imagine ever agreeing to this any other way.

"Frig..." he grabbed Bakura's head, intending to pull away, but again his body betrayed him. And as he lurched to move back he found himself arching forward again, and doing another one of those little moans with it. Curse his feeble-minded body!

Bakura's laugh was very muffled.

"Shut up," Marik scowled, even though he could feel sharp teeth scrape very lightly against him. He dared to look down, wondering if Bakura would do something nasty.

Bakura was watching him intently, and if he could Marik knew he'd be smirking, he could see it in his eyes.

But it was kind of strange too. Marik thought he could see colour on Bakura's cheeks, and the way he made those quick gasping noises was different...no, pretty hot actually.

Marik thrust into his mouth, feeling the back of Bakura's throat and seeing his eyes widen in some surprise. He held onto Bakura's hair tightly; although he'd already been holding on pretty hard for some reason, and kept thrusting. It felt good, and it was annoying how he couldn't help it.

"Friggin' hell..!" shivers of pleasure lanced through him, and he felt Bakura's hands holding onto his legs, as everything got faster and unreal.

He came hard, all in Bakura's mouth, which was a weird sensation too.

"Urgh," Bakura said, and pulled away. He blinked up at Marik, his sneering mouth all wet with Marik. "So...you did like it?" he sounded hoarse.

Marik's knees felt heavy, and he sank down, embarrassed.

"I guess so," he looked at Bakura. "Um. You got it all on you," he thought he should wipe Bakura's mouth, perhaps. Though he wasn't exactly sure about the etiquette of this sort of thing.

Bakura laughed as Marik wiped a hand over his face anyway.

"Don't worry," he said, noticing Marik's uncharacteristic blush. "No need to remind me how completely straight you definitely are."

"I am," Marik said with defiance. It snapped him all out of a moment of strange contemplation. "you're just good at that, aren't you? I bet you've had loads of practise," he added with distaste.

"What are you insinuating?" Bakura looked amused. "Do you think I'm that easy?"

"No," And actually Marik didn't really think that. He turned back to the computer game, picking up the controller. "C'mon, let's play."

"Well I am easy," Bakura said loftily. "With the right person, of course."

Marik stared at him out the corner of his eye. "You picked the emo vampire. I knew you would."

"Marik?" Bakura said.

"Yeah?"

"You might want to get your pants back on. I believe the rest of the council will be here at any moment."

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A/N: did you get the bunny film reference, hmm? part 2, maybe? If so there shall be much more smut. Moooore I say! Merry Christmas, Zorc bless us, every one.