*Author's Notes* Sup bitches?! Ready for some pr0n? Oh good, me too!! Again, more practice, got really in depth with the physical descriptions. Some lovey stuff in the beginning- deal with it. OK GO GO GO READ, REVIEW!! PS- don't like? DON'T. READ.

Bakura stared hard at the sight before him, not breathing, eyes wide.

"You're doing that on purpose… Aren't you?" he managed to choke out. Heat was rising in his cheeks, coloring them healthily. On the other side of the room, wiggling out of the last of his clothing, was Marik. A smug and deviously playful grin was secured to his pretty lips.

"I may be… Is it bothering… you?" he asked lightly through a bright grin. He pushed himself back on the bed, propped up on his elbows. With an extra shimmy, he splayed his legs apart brashly, confidently, running one foot over his calf. Bakura didn't even notice as his head cocked sideways to watch the show. He had never let go of the door handle when he entered the room, and was now squeezing it with unnecessary zeal. Once he took a minute to breathe again, he realized this and let go, rubbing his palms on his thighs. With a hard swallow, he came into the room and pushed the door shut with his heel. He was again stunned into silence and stillness as the Egyptian on their bed turned a bit towards him.

"It may be… I h-hope you're planning on letting me take advantage of… this situation?" Bakura asked in a placating manner, ducking down in a little bow as he slowly began to cross the room. Marik smiled coyly, biting his bottom lip. He flipped his bangs back and delicately drew circles on the comforter with a suggestively slow finger.

"Depends," Marik replied curtly, still with a smile. Bakura stopped just at the side of the bed, standing to full height. Marik looked up at him, more confident then the spirit could ever remember. With hesitant fingers, and now a smirk of his own, Bakura proceeded to lift his shirt over his head. He dropped it without taking his eyes from the blondes, asking,

"Depends on what?"

"On whether you think you deserve me," Marik replied instantly, offering up the most sensuous , tempting grin he could muster. The smile had its intended effect as Bakura felt his body stiffen. He couldn't help but grin back, eyes sparking mischievously. With a deep sigh, he played along with the blonde, placing his hands on his hips. He purposefully pushed his groin forward, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling in a mock meditative manner.

"Do I DESERVE you? Oh WELL then… In that case, I simply don't know… Maybe I could- try to win you over?" he said lowly, voice almost a suggestive growl. He proceeded to swoop down over the blonde, bracing his hands on either side of Marik's head. The two smiled at each other, neither touching, only drawing out the tension.

"I guess I'll let you try…" Marik whispered, looking up at his lover with half lidded eyes. Bakura dipped his lips to the blondes with a smile and quickly placed a single kiss to his lips. Marik purred underneath him, lifting his fingers to Bakura's strained member, gently cupping and squeezing.

"Mmmm… I'll assume that's a green light then?" Bakura whispered into the blondes ear, slowly gyrating his hips. He lapped the soft skin on Marik's neck, the tip of his tongue finding its way into the small cup of the blondes ear.

"Oohhh- Mm, yes, it is. Come on, win me over, hot stuff," Marik goaded, fingers becoming a bit more feverish and trying to finger open the spirits jeans. Bakura growled in anticipation, baring his teeth as he gently opened his mouth around Marik's neck.

"Will do, my love," he whispered in return, dropping the act as his body prompted him to move beyond the light fingering. He moved up over Marik more and used his knees to push the blondes legs apart. He reached between his legs to where Marik's hand was still pushing his eager member and helped him undo his pants. With the two of them working in tandem, the article was soon pushed forgotten to the end of the bed. The spirit softly took Marik's mouth with his own and used the leverage to push him flat to the bed. The blonde sighed into the warmth and slowly lifted his arms around the back of Bakura's neck.

With a firm hand, the tomb robber took up both of their members into his hand. Marik jerked slightly, gasping in surprise into his mouth. Bakura chuckled once lowly, pushing his tongue further into the blondes mouth. Meanwhile, he gently squeezed the tips of their members together, thumbing them in slow, broad circles.

"MMmmm… Ooh, good so f-far," Marik managed around their twined tongues, moving his hips to open his legs more. With a soft moan, the blonde swung his legs up and rested them around Bakura's waist, locking them firmly. It was Bakura's turn to gasp as the motion brought the most sensitive parts of their bodies together.

"Nnn! Hey now- slow down… we'll get to it," Bakura growled. Marik sighed as he slid his fingers into the man's white hair, tighten his grip.

"Forgive my impatience… For once, I'm the eager one-" he let out one short bark of laughter, pushing himself further into Bakura's hand- "How's that for a c-change?"

The spirit huffed through a grin, having been suckling on the blondes neck. He moved down to his throat, tongue making it's way to his clavicle, down his smooth, bronze chest. Marik's hand pulled in Bakura's hair as the spirit teethed each of his nipples in turn.

"I forgive you, dear… I like when you get like this-" he paused to suck hard for a moment, making Marik gasp-"-Considering yourself a prize… demanding and ordering me around… I love that," Bakura concluded, moving back up to look the blonde in the eye. He held his gaze for a moment, bringing up his free hand to caress the others cheek lovingly. He paused in his other ministrations for a moment as he was caught up in their stare.

"Marik… I love you in general. You know that?" he asked sincerely, cocking his head to one side, the seriousness of his tone oddly making the moment more sensual as opposed to oppressive. Marik's mouth twitched open to respond, but nothing save a breathy sigh came out. To cover for his slacking vocal chords, he instead brought the spirits mouth to his, hips rising to sandwich their members together. When he broke the kiss, he tucked his lips to the others ear and again tried to answer. Each word shook with emotion, Marik believing he still didn't possess the vocabulary to properly express how much he loved Bakura.

"I know- I know you do, ohhh… Bakura please, you believe me, right?"

Bakura nodded against the blonde.

"Yes, Marik Ishtar- I do believe you, and I don't think it'll ever be a question of belief: I'm convinced for life," he said, drawing back to look him in the violet eye again. Marik couldn't help but break into a bashful smile, a flush rising in his cheeks. Bakura smiled warmly back, cupping the tomb keeper's chin within his pale palm.

"Bakura… why? You're so good to meeee…" he whined at the end, again clutching the spirit. Bakura nuzzled gingerly back, breathing warmly into Marik's hair.

"Only as good as I get, dear," he whispered. Marik twitched at the feeling, a tiny noise of want escaping him. He was suddenly eager to go, more eager then he had been in months. A flood of tingles raced through his body, egging him on, driving him to pull on Bakura's shoulders.

"Come on- more, now, Bakura-"he said feverishly, snatching the spirits hand that was stroking his face. He thrust it back between their legs, asking with a hard squeeze that Bakura continue to touch him. Without hesitation, and fueled by Marik's all too tempting and erotic promptings, the spirit complied wholeheartedly.

He again dove into Marik's mouth, seizing it with his tongue, rendering the blonde immobile. His hand again took up both of their stiffened members, pressing them together. He resumed thumbing the both of them, his other hand sliding down over the blondes chest to pinch and prod. Marik gasped up into the spirits mouth, back arching to the gruff touches. As the moment became more heated, the blonde threw out his left hand and fumbled with his side table. Through a moan, he ripped open the drawer and searched blindly for the slick bottle of lubricant always kept handy. Bakura made to snatch it from him once he got it, but Marik retracted his hand to his chest, curling his fingers around the bottle. With a viciously coy smile, he said

"Ah ah ah! I want to do it…"

Bakura chuckled, but slowly placed his hand back next to the blondes beautiful face, careful to not pull his hair. He gave the other a knowing look and simply lifted his hips off of Marik's, so the blonde could get to him more easily.

"Be my guest," he growled, and watched with glazed eyes as Marik popped the lid of the bottle open. The blonde delicately poured the warming liquid into the palm of his cupped hand. With a smile to rival the most sensual incubi, he casually tossed away the bottle, his occupied hand reaching slowly for Bakura. The other man watched with painful anticipation as Marik slid his ringed hand over his member. He couldn't help as a poorly concealed shiver coupled with deep grunt escaped him. He forced himself rigid, holding back the overpowering urge to slide his hips back and forth. He snarled, gooseflesh rising over his skin, as the blonde watching him began to slip up and down over him. The slippery lubricant dripped between the seams of his fingers, coating Bakura thickly and evenly. The man drew his head back, rolling it from side to side before ducking down to place his lips beside Marik's ear. The blonde smiled as the tomb robbers mischievous tongue lapped his ear, his neck, the underside of his jaw.

"Don't torture me…" Bakura whispered wetly, hissing as the other began to twist his wrist over Bakura's tip, pressure harder than before. Marik relished his chance to control the other, his teeth showing in a devious smile.

"Just polishing you up, dear… Don't worry-" he managed in a hazy whisper. Bakura chuckled back, erection beyond hard, bordering painful. Without realizing it, his hips began to gyrate, thrusting slowly but steadily into Marik's fisted hand. The blonde noticed immediately, stopping his own motion and letting his digits simulate the inside of his body. He sighed softly as Bakura continued to work his neck with his tongue- he moaned suggestively, trying to urge him onward. With bravery normally missing from his personality, he whispered,

"Inside of me is better, you know…"

To this, Bakura jolted, sucking in a harsh breath. He grinned toothily, nudging Marik to look at him.

"Oh is it?" he replied lustily, a bit shaky. He took up Marik's mouth with a forceful tongue, thrusting harder into Marik's hand. The blonde yelped at the hard motions, prompting him to bring his other hand to Bakura's member. The whitenette growled low in his throat, seeking more, motions becoming faster, more direct and eager. Marik managed to pull back just enough to choke out a feverish demand.

"Now Bakura—do me, fuck me, please—" he stammered. Bakura leveled himself over the bronze boys body, tucking himself firmly between his legs. Without responding, he pushed his tongue to the back of Marik's mouth, while simultaneously pulling the others lubricated hand further down. He force Marik to touch his own entrance, to apply what was left of the lube to himself. He rubbed his own fingers over the seepage running through the blondes digits, slicking up whatever he could. As he pushed his body against Marik, bending him in half, he took Marik's wrists and laid them beside his head, leaving them limp. Each man was panting softly, their eyes locked. The desert native gave Bakura a reassuring squeeze with his thighs, still wrapped tightly around the others waist.

"Come on Bakura- please," he murmured weakly. Bakura simply smiled, closed mouth, playful. While watching Marik intently, he gingerly fingered the entrance of the boy's body, feeling the thick ring of muscle with just the tip of his pointer finger. Marik's eyes slid closed in pleasure, causing him to bite his lip.

"More," he urged.

"Hush," Bakura replied instantly. Yet his finger pushed more, slipping easily into Marik's warmth. The blonde, ready for the action, wiggled just a smidge, smile broadening. Bakura, grinning himself, again took up licking Marik's ears, catching one ear lobe at a time between his teeth. He slid his finger in and out, pushing upward all the while.

"Want more?" he asked throatily.

"Hoo- oh, yes please," Marik replied, one hand unable to help but rise up and grab a fistful of the others thick white hair.

"Then moan for me," Bakura growled back. Marik didn't need to be asked twice, his lips parting to give the thief his request.

"Nnnhg- Bakura… Bakura," he breathed, tipping his head back. As promised, the named man gave Marik one long lick up his exposed throat. Simultaneously, he slid in his middle finger, joining the other digit. As his own eyes slipped shut eager anticipation, he scissored the fingers within Marik slightly while moving them to a steady pace. Marik twitched under him, his breath stuttering. The hand in Bakura's hair tightened, pulling. His moans became louder, his spine flooding with electricity and arched up into the spirits mouth. The man responded, baring his teeth against the sensitive skin stretched over Marik's neck.

"Ooh- ooohh… Hhnngh-hm- Bakura," Marik whined. The other didn't answer but began to push in the smooth inside of Marik's body, looking for the hyper sensitive bundle of nerves he knew resided there, hidden. The pleasure spot was familiar to him, but Bakura never got bored or tired of looking for it, of pressing and pushing it just right to get the loudest scream possible. His mind began to blur, to fade out from everything- he couldn't focus on anything but the blonde. He lapped the blonde hotly, thick pearls of saliva running down Marik's neck. With slicked lips, he again found Marik's mouth. With a feverish lick, he again twined their tongues. Soon, his fingers were moving faster, harder. Their tongues were so busy searching one another that Bakura's request for moans was forgotten. Each was panting hard, Bakura's free hand sliding under Marik's lower back, tipping him up further. His owned stiffened member brushed his busy hand, causing him to jolt. He growled ferociously, hips trying to buck in protest. Marik, ever in tune with his lover, tugged his hair a bit desperately.

"More, Bakura- it's ok, come on-" he panted. Bakura was still thrusting his fingers quickly in and out, and didn't even hear Marik for a few seconds. Marik pulled him again.

"Bakura, love- Hhn! Bakura, please!" he yelped. He pushed his body down, drawing from the leverage he had by clutching the spirits shoulders. He slipped a bit further onto Bakura's fingers, stunting the others easy thrusting. The whitenette started a bit, eyes flashing open to find Marik's. Through a hazy stare, he murmured,

"Hm?"

Marik smiled warmly. Without answering, he reached down slowly, drawing Bakura's long fingers from within him. With the tomb robber watching, he brought them to his lips, licking just once in a wet, slow, torturous manner. Bakura's breath caught hard in his throat, mouth parted in mind numbing lust. Without thinking, he lowered his own lips to his fingers and licked too, on the top side. The two stared at one another, their eyes never breaking contact as each reached about their entwined bodies. Marik found the tip of Bakura's member first, while the spirit pushed the bronze boys legs further open. With coordination stemming from experience, Marik placed the blunted tip of Bakura's member at his entrance. With a breathy gasp, he pushed himself just barely onto the spirit, enough to anchor him in place. Then, he let go altogether. He lay back flat, his hands again limp on either side of his stunning face. His chest rose and fell fast, toes curled already. Bakura's entire frame was rigid with desire as he watched his lover give up his body. Hardly able to make a sound, all he could manage was a shake of his head, his hair falling over his shoulders in sheaves. He was caught up in Marik's face, in the breathing reaching his ears, in the incredibly delicate sweeps of the boy's eyelashes.

"Take me," Marik said huskily, lips hardly moving as he spoke. There he lay, reposed, relaxed, ready. All for Bakura- all his, only his. Anything at all the spirit desired of him, he would surely receive. The man stifled a shivering convulsion at the thought, at what he was so lucky to possess. Without looking from Marik he braced his arms; one on the headboard and another on the blondes hip.

"Anything you say," he smiled quietly. With utmost tenderness, he pushed his hips forward, carrying his member into the other beneath him. Each let out an equally desperate sigh, both aching for more. Bakura didn't stop until he was sheathed inside Marik, his entire length warmed instantly between the lubricant and the blondes own heat.

"Oh Marik…" he choked, eyes shut tight. Marik bit his lip and let out a tiny moan, hands balling up in his pillow. With each panting hard, the spirit took up a slow, steady pace, thrusting in time to the throb he felt in his constrained member. The blonde moved his hips in time to Bakura, turning his head to the side as he hissed in pleasure. Without thinking, he tightened himself purposefully onto the spirit, feeling each pass within him shock his pleasure nerves.

"Hmm! SSss- ha! 'Kuraaahh… come on, faster, p-please," he begged. He curled himself further allowing the other the deepest access to his body, willing him to hurry, to find his spot. Bakura growled in response, an undercurrent of longing in the sound. He heeded Marik's gentle whine with a faster pace, their bodies now smacking together soundly. Bakura couldn't help as his body took off without him; his grip tightened measurably and each thrust became more erratic, faster. The blonde clutched painfully upon Bakura, fingernails digging into the pale skin.

"Come on, come on, come on," he whispered raggedly, gasping. Bakura let go of the headboard, clamping his teeth together and snarling as he lost control of himself. He instead grabbed the other side of Marik's hips and used the hold to bring himself harder into the blonde. Marik's eyes flew open, back snapping into an arch. The new angle drove Bakura up, his length rubbing a brutally painful path along his inside and coming to rest over his spot.

"AH- FUCK!! Yes! Hha- ahh- AH, HNNGgh! Bakura!" he screamed. His hands flew to Bakura's and he squeezed in utter surrender. He threw his head back, eyes rolling into his head.

"Ba-Bakura, no no no no no, please, yes- harder HARDER!" he cried, rocking himself purposefully back onto Bakura. The tomb robber spread his knees a bit farther, sinking lower over the blonde.

"Harder- harder? Is that what you want? Harder, huh?" he rasped, lowering his teeth to Marik's shoulder.

"Hhnnn, yes, please—Hhooh oh! NNNHG-AH! PLEASE!" Marik yelled, shaking with each thrust. His brow was slicked with sweat, Bakura's own sliding down to mix. With a dark smirk, the spirit bent the other farther, pounding him without thought.

"Anything- a-anything for you," Bakura repeated. As he continued, Marik sunk further and further into his feelings, into the sensations washing over him.

"Take me away Bakura- Bakura—Bakura… no, please, more hooo ooohhh—" he whined, trying to steady himself. With each passing second, his body tightened further, curling in on itself. Each thrust forced a small moan from him, leaving him hot and dizzy.

"Mmm—nngh, c-closer, 'Kura-" he warned, slipping his hands up the spirits arms to clutch his shoulders. He drew Bakura's forehead down to touch his own, nuzzling, pleading without speaking. The whitenette responded by gasping open mouthed against Marik's cheek, jerking faster. His own body was warming to it's peak, rushing towards it release.

"Hush- quiet. Let me feel it- s-show me, Marik, with your body," he implored. Marik nodded vigorously, mouth clicking shut. With constrained moans, the blonde relied on the squeezing of his calves and thighs to tell Bakura. He pushed on the spirits lower back with his heels, driving his deeper and slower. He threw his head back, bringing Bakura's lips to his throat. A deep welling was pulling in his groin, tracing up like tree roots into his stomach. He was close- and he couldn't say anything. As the feeling built up, warming him to the crown of his forehead, he began to nod vigorously, mindlessly. He couldn't prevent several desperate whines from escaping. Finally, the welling turned into a promise of an orgasm, the feeling overwhelming him quickly. As he climbed his peak, his breath stuttered, and his body clenched. Bakura continued his pace, showering the blonde with kisses. His body was easy to read, and the panicked, spastic twitches told him that he was close. He himself was entering his home stretch, nerves feeding off of Marik's tremors.

"Scream when you come, Marik- remind me of my name…" he whispered, orgasm just a scant few moments away. His tone trembled uncharacteristically, which in turn set off Marik, alerting him. He gasped, biting his tongue to keep quiet till the last second. Finally, his body had curled so taught it hurt, and he couldn't keep it off any longer.

"H-Hhh-hhaa, n-no, no no NO NO NO! BAKURA, FUCK! HAA!! AAH, NNGH—PLEASE, BAKURAAHH!" he screamed, peak ripping through him, searing his nerves. Bakura squeezed the blondes member hard, pinching his tip between the pads of his thumb and point finger. He shivered as Marik jerked, spurting erratically. With the tomb keepers harsh moans echoing in his ears, he thrust slowly, drawing out the last of his pre-peak into an agonizing burn.

"Marik… Marik- SSsss!! Damnit!—" he yelled back, coming violently with a shudder.

"Don't stop- Bakura, yes, keep going, more, me—in—go," Marik stammered, rocking on Bakura's aftershocks. The man did as told, continuing to pace out the downswing of their peaks. Marik moaned harshly as a slick of gummy moisture slipping from his body tickled him, trailing down his rear.

"Hnnn- Bakura… What you do to me-" he whispered, his hands twining up into the spirits hair, tugging. Bakura didn't stop moving in the blonde, easing lightly out of his haze.

"I'll never get tired of it- the noises. My name only sounds good coming from your lips," he assured the other. Marik smiled, content to be rocked, pulling Bakura's lips to his own.

"I only want to call for you anyway…"he assured him. After several moments of deep breathing, Bakura stopped moving, drawing himself out of the blonde to just his tip. With a gentle kiss, he slipped his thickness out, settling over Marik's body like a pale blanket. He nuzzled under the blondes jaw line, smiling.

"Did I win you over?" he cooed quietly, lifting a muscle fatigued hand to stroke Marik's cheek and hair. The bronze boy purred in return.

"Oh most definitely," he replied, smiling.