Hey there guys. This took a little bit for me to figure out where the heck I was going with this. This chapter alone is more then the first two put together. But I finally figured it out and sat down to write most of this in one sitting. So without further ado, enjoy the fluff!

Golden Luck

Chapter 3: The Tip of the Ice burg

..:Ryou:..

I felt like a fool. A child. A weakling. Here I was, crying in the arms of a man I just met. However, I was glad to have Marik here. Yes, It was his fault that this mysterious spirit ended up in my house, but it was my fault for going through his belongings when he told me not to. It was nice to have someone stroke my hair and tell me everything will be alright. I can't remember the last time I had someone there for me like that.

"You poor little boy" I heard someone speak softly. I peeked over Marik's shoulder for a moment and saw nobody. Was I hearing things? I knew I was a little batty, especially with the knowledge that some random five thousand year old spirit currently shared my body with me. Could that be the voice I heard?

"Ding ding ding, You're a winner! What a smart little host" The voice cackled once again in my head. My life had started to become complicated once Marik stepped into my door, or window to be exact, but now with a spirit lurking around in my head everything got a whole lot more interesting. I made me regret ever wanting my life to change.

"Aww you don't like me little one?" I internally growled. I didn't want his remarks, I didn't want him lurking around in my mind. I didn't know how to respond to him, I guess he could read my thoughts or something. If that was the case, maybe I could talk back to him. "Get out of my head. Get out you stupid spirit!" I hissed. Immediately a manic laugh filled my mind.

"Only for now darling..." The voice hissed. I could almost see the malicious smile he was giving me, taste the poison of his words. A shiver ran up my spine, but I was glad that the voice was gone. Maybe he went to sleep or something.

Coming back to reality, I realized that I was still crying in Marik's arms. I slipped out of his embrace and wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. I looked up at the Egyptian. He probably thought I was a bumbling idiot but It was okay.

"Thank you, really. I feel better knowing I have you here." I was truly grateful for Marik, more then I could tell him. Now that I had Bakura around I would need someone to keep me sane. Marik knew things about Bakura I didn't, and after what I assumed was some kind of encounter this morning, I bet that he knew more then he even wanted to.

"No problem, really. I got you into this mess in the first place. Now come on, let's go out." Marik spoke, placing a hand on my back. I nodded and led him outside to where my car was parked on the street. He raised his eyebrow at my shiny white car in the drive way.

"Nice ride. I definitely see you as a white car person. I goes with the hair." He laughed and patted me on the head. I made a face, not particularly liking it when people touched my hair. We got into my car and I started it up.

"Being in a car makes me miss my motorcycle. I hate cars. They don't give you the chance to appreciate nature." Marik mused. Personally I wasn't one for motorcycles, actually they scared me very much. I wasn't an adrenaline junkie, things like motorcycles and roller coasters scared me to death.

"You had a motorcycle? And you're still alive?" I responded. Marik turned to me and let out a 'hmph' and rolled his amethyst eyes at me. Clearly he didn't like me questioning his death trap of choice.

"Really now Ryou, people only die from motorcycle accidents when they're being fools. Someday I'll get a motorcycle and prove it to you..." He said, a malicious look covering his face. I dreaded the idea of being on a motorcycle with someone like Marik. He didn't seem as responsible as he claimed.

"So Marik, why are you in Domino anyways?" I quickly changed the subject. Talk of motorcycles was leading us down a dangerous path, next thing I knew I might end up on the back of one just so he could prove his point. Marik blinked and looked down, playing with his tan fingers. He looked uncomfortable to say the least.

"Umm... I was here to visit my sister. Her name is Ishizu." I could tell I hit a nerve, and I didn't want to make Marik upset. I smiled at him, hoping to relieve his tenseness.

"Is that all?" I questioned. I didn't know anything about his sister but I had a feeling her and Marik didn't get along too good.

..:Marik:..

I played with my fingers in the seat of Ryou's car. I didn't enjoy uncomfortable situations in fact, I liked to be in control most of the time. So Ryou's question brought up unsafe territory. He really didn't know anything about me and it would be reasonable that he would want to know. But did he have to bring up my reasons for being in Domino? It was the one thing I wasn't quite ready to talk about. But I couldn't lie to him, so I would have to tell him.

"Well to tell you the truth, I came here to find the rest of the Millennium items. It just so happens that my sister possesses one of them. The people who were chasing me were protecting her." I spoke. Ryou nodded, seemingly understanding what I was talking about. He didn't reply, or say anything until we reached the shopping district of Domino. It was probably good we left that subject behind us for now. He knew in short why I was here, and hopefully he was content. We were quiet for the rest of the car ride.

"Here we are." Ryou finally said, pulling the car into an open parking spot. We got out of the car and walked up to the closest store. It was called 'Valentine's Closet'. Fashionable men's clothing was displayed on the outside.

"This is my kind of place" I thought aloud and Ryou laughed.

"I figured. You seem like a fashionable guy and I couldn't let you walk around wearing my clothes. They just don't fit your personality right." He mused. We walked into the store and I was in heaven.

I went from rack to rack fingering through the clothes that line them. Pulling out things I liked I soon had a large pile of clothes laying over my arm. Ryou followed me around, dumbfounded.

"Hey honey, you seem to have a good eye." I turned to face a blonde woman. She was a well-endowed woman and dressed in a purple vest and matching mini-skirt. I raised an eyebrow.

"I'd like to think so, you seem pretty well-dressed yourself." I replied. She laughed and flipped her blonde locks with one well-manicured hand. I had to admit she was a looker. A few naughty thoughts made their way into my head but I quickly pushed them away. I was too much of a needy bastard for my own good sometimes.

"Well I am Mai Valentine. Welcome to my closet darlings." she cooed, reaching a hand out to me. I shook it and she turned to Ryou. The look on his face was priceless as he stared into the shopkeepers cleavage. For some reason I wasn't surprised that Ryou was uncomfortable with beautiful women, he didn't seem to have much confidence in himself around anyone, even me.

"I'm glad to make your acquaintance Ms. Valentine. I am Marik Ishtar and this is my friend Ryou Bakura." I gestured to Ryou with a thumb. Mai smiled and reached her hand out to Ryou. He looked at it for a moment with wide-eyes and shook it shyly. Poor kid, he was going to be scarred for a bit after this one.

"The pleasure's mine you beautiful boys, now let me show you to a fitting room for those lovely items Marik!" Mai spoke loudly. She led us back to the fitting rooms and Ryou sat on a chair outside awkwardly, hands folded on his lap. I tried on my personal favorite outfit, a cropped purple top and black cargo pants. Then another with a blue tank with a black vest and tan pants. I tossed a black cape into the mix, I had a thing for feeling powerful. It probably stemmed back to my days in Egypt, after never being able to have any control, leaving and being free made me power hungry. I didn't want to be told what to do and how to do it anymore. I was going to wear a damn cape if I wanted to.

"I feel like your boyfriend or something..." Ryou complained. I chuckled at him. Ryou was really a nice kid to sit through my seemingly endless clothing obsession. If I was in his shoes, I would have dragged me out of the store by now. I rolled my eyes and walked out the door, satisfied with my pickings.

"I'm done now, relax honey." I teased Ryou, poking him in the ribs. I tossed a long black jacket that didn't fit me quite right into his arms. "This would look good on you, don't bother trying it on, I can just tell. I'm buying it for you too." I decided quickly that I needed to do something nice for the kid, after all I was sleeping under his roof.

"Wow, thanks Marik I don't know what to say..." Ryou looked at me funny, but grateful at the same time. I dragged him by the wrist to the counter where Mai stood.

"Hey Mai, your clothes are wonderful, I'll definitely be back sometime soon." I dropped my purchases on the counter when a glint of gold caught my eye. I looked into the glass case to see assorted gold jewelery.

"See something you like Marik?" Mai cooed, placing her elbows on the counter, cleavage dangerously close to my face. This Valentine woman was so desperate it was laughable. I shoved that fact aside and gazed at the wonderful gold pieces that stared back at me.

"Yes actually. I'll take the earrings, the necklace, and the upper and lower arm cuffs." Mai raised an eyebrow at me, checking out the price tags. It wasn't a good sign when the owner of the store thought her accessories were expensive. Either that or she didn't think I could afford them, boy was she wrong.

"You do know these are real gold, and they are a bit pricey right?" Mai asked. Money didn't matter to me, I had plenty of it from the years my family spent guarding the Pharaoh's tomb. We were unbelievably wealthy and I intended to take advantage of that wealth. I hadn't been able to wear any of my jewelery due to the fact that I was running from the self-proclaimed 'good guys' for awhile.

"Wearing silly jewelry will only make you more likely to get caught Marik. You must leave it here." I remembered Ishizu telling me before I had left Egypt. At the time I had moaned and complained about her cramping my style, but Ishizu was 'Always' right so I had to listen.

"Of course, money is no object Ms. Valentine." I gave her a pearly smile as she finished checking me out. I rolled my eyes at the receipt but didn't care much. The jewelery meant more then money anyways.

..:Ryou:..

I waited next to Marik by the counter, bored to death. It was my idea to take Marik shopping, but I figured he would just pick up a few things like a normal guy. Of course I had to be completely wrong. Marik shopped like no other. He was looking at some jewelery that I didn't much care for. I always felt things like necklaces and especially earrings were meant for girls but then again, Marik was very feminine.

I unfortunately still had the ring on, but I hid it under my shirt. Why would I want people to see the gaudy piece of gold around my neck? I thought about the stupid thing and groaned. At least the spirit 'Bakura' seemed to be busy, with what I had no clue.

I sighed and I let my mind wander back in time, remembering trips out with Mother and Amane all those years ago. They would spend hours searching for clothes, shoes, toys, anything they desired. They laughed and enjoyed themselves while I just followed them around like a puppy. If I could go back to those days, I would. I was happy, my family was happy, we were together. It's funny now that I look back on it. I used to dread the time Mother and Amane spent shopping but now I missed it terribly. Just one more day, one more minute to tell them how much I love them. But that will never happen, they're all dead, gone.

"Ryou? Hey snap out of it!" I snapped back to reality, immediately noticing how close Marik's face was as he waved his hands in front of my face.

"Sorry Marik, I zoned out there a little..." I apologized, rubbing the back of my head in embarrassment. Marik rolled his eyes and grabbed my wrist, dragging me out of the store. I assumed he had already said goodbye to Mai and purchased his clothes because he had a large bag draped around his wrist.

"Marik, where are we going?" I asked. I had no idea what Marik was planning, I didn't even know if he knew his way around Domino. As far as I could tell, he only just arrived in the city.

"We're just going to eat, i'm starved. You know, neither of us bothered to eat anything this morning." Marik was right. I hadn't realized it until then but neither of us had eaten. I felt bad, knowing that Marik had been on the run for quite some time and I hadn't bothered to do something as simple as feeding him.

"Oh Marik, I'm sorry it totally slipped my mind after thi-" I started to apologize but Marik cut me off mid-sentence.

"Don't apologize Ryou, I'm taking you out to eat anyways. We both had a hectic morning." He stopped in front of a somewhat nice looking cafe. "We'll eat here, is that alright?" Marik asked, but before I could respond he dragged me inside anyways. It was a quaint, modern place with classic light blue walls decorated with interesting artwork. I quite liked the look of the place actually. A hostess approached us as we walked in.

"A table for two?" She asked. The woman was your classic hostess. Pretty, but a little plain, she had shoulder length chestnut hair. A smile was plastered on her face, obviously for her job. Normal people didn't smile like that, they didn't have anything to be that happy for.

We sat down and ordered out meal, eating in a comfortable silence with the occasional light conversation. It was nice to have someone to eat with, I couldn't remember the last time I had gone out to eat with someone. I got to know a few things about Marik, I figured that getting to know the person who was living under my roof would probably a good idea. After we finished, Marik excused himself and went to the restroom.

He got back a few minutes later, dressed in the cropped purple top and black pants he had purchased along with his jewelry. I could instantly tell that Marik's confidence went up just by looking at the way he sauntered back to the table. He could be such a girl. The Egyptian walked over to the table and picked up the check, taking it to the register to pay.

"Come on, Lunch is on me." He smirked, once again dragging me around. It irritated me that he liked to pull me with him, I could walk just fine. But I didn't say anything, Marik was too good of a person to be mean to.

..:Marik:..

We left the cafe after I had paid and headed around town. It's not like we had anything to do for the time being, I supposed my mission to find the rest of the Millennium Items was postponed for the time being. That bothered me a bit, it meant that the other side would have a better chance of getting their paws on my prizes. It's not that I wanted the items for myself, I really didn't care I just didn't want them to fall into the wrong hands.

We spent the rest of the day wandering around Domino. Surprisingly, Ryou and I got along well. We laughed and window shopped, I didn't want to expose Ryou to anymore of my torturous shopping habits. I made the hassle this morning up to him with a trip to the book store. I had found out during our adventure that Ryou loved mystery novels, so we stopped in and with much protesting, I bought him a couple.

Before we knew it, the sun was setting. Ryou grabbed my wrist and instead of me leading him, he led me. "Marik, let's go to the harbor! We can watch the sun set!" He looked ecstatic over a little thing like a sunset but I laughed and gave him an 'Okay.'

We made it to the harbor and sat on a ledge that overlooked the water. I had to admit it was a beautiful sight. The blue sky turned from purple to yellow to orange and finally to a bright red. The fiery red reminded me quite vividly of the Spirit Bakura's eyes. I shivered at the thought of those piercing eyes looking straight into my soul.

Why had my mind wandered to Bakura anyways? I was definitely scarred from this morning. I had put the event behind me and had a wonderful day with Ryou, but looking at this peaceful red sunset had brought my thoughts to the spirit.

I peeked over at Ryou and thought about how much he and Bakura looked alike. They had the same wild hair, although Ryou's was much more tame and the same pretty face, Bakura's more angular and manly. Ryou turned to me, catching me staring at him and gave me a strange look but smiled nonetheless. I smiled back at him, realizing that the resemblances between him and Bakura ended with outside looks. I could tell just by looking into Ryou's chocolatey eyes that he was nothing like Bakura. Ryou was gentle, kind and caring. Bakura was violent, malevolent, and angry. How could two so different people inhabit the same body? Beats me.

I noticed a weight on my shoulder and looked down to see Ryou's head on my shoulder. I felt the rise and falls of his chest, and came to the conclusion he was sleeping. The amount of innocence possessed in this one boy was unfathomable. I knew at that moment that I needed to speak with Bakura again. I couldn't let him taint Ryou, there was just something wrong with that. The innocent needed to stay that way.

Deciding that disturbing Ryou would be heartless, I picked him up and carried him back to the car. He was light as a feather so I didn't mind. The car was pretty close. Once we go there I reached into Ryou's pocket and grabbed the keys. I unlocked the car and strapped the angelic boy into the passenger seat, then got into the driver's seat, throwing our bags in the back.

It dawned on me that I had no idea where we were in proportion to where Ryou lived. I looked around the car dumbly, and noticed that he had a GPS. Thank Ra for technology, how would I survive without it? After clicking the black electronic piece on and fiddling with it for a few moments I finally managed to set the damn thing to home.

The drive was pretty short and the city not too hard to navigate around. Ryou slept like a rock the whole time. I was relieved once we pulled up to the townhouse. I carried Ryou and our bags inside. Taking him upstairs I tucked him in bed and shut the curtains. He needed all the sleep he could get, he had a long day after all. I smiled and bid him goodnight, shutting the door behind me.

I went to my own room and crawled into my bed, fully clothed. I found out shortly that I couldn't fall asleep. I was restless, my thoughts once again brought back to Bakura. I found myself replaying our meeting this morning. My body ached for the first time that day. I guess I had been too distracted to notice the cuts. I was used to pain. Pain had filled my life ever since I was a child. It used to hurt when I was hit, cut, bruised. But now it was just a dull feeling, there in the back of my head. And Bakura's pain wasn't so much pain as... enjoyment. I almost wanted to smack myself for thinking that but pushed it away. I had to go visit him, I needed to learn more about the mysterious Egyptian Spirit. And I knew just how to get there.

I hopped out of bed, and grabbed the bag of Millennium Items, pulling out the Millennium Rod. I stared at the thing, thoroughly annoyed with it. I hated using the Millennium Rod, It drained me and made me feel like complete and utter shit. But desperate times call for desperate measures. The side effects and moodiness of the Rod would wear off after a bit but the lingering evil that came as a price would stick around for a day or two. I groaned and rubbed my temples.

I Softly made my way towards Ryou's room and opened his door. He slept on his side with his knees to his chest, white hair spilled over his shoulder and his face was even more angelic then when he was awake. I breathed in deeply and knelt down at the side of his bed. I pulled the rod up to eye level pointed it towards Ryou, closing my eyes. A bright glow emanated from it and everything went black.

What seemed like moments later I woke up in a hallway. It was made out of all concrete, walls, floors, everything was dark and cold. A few torches lined the seemingly endless room. I walked down a while until I came to two doors, one on each side of the hall. The first was blindingly white and pretty plain. I had to assume that it was the door to Ryou's soul room, I couldn't see Bakura having a pearly white Soul door, it just didn't fit. I turned to the one opposite and observed the intricate pattern black and grey with rubies adorning it. That was the one I was looking for.

How was one supposed to enter a soul door? Should I knock or just open it? Sure, I'd been in soul rooms before but those times I had forced my way in. This time I was going for a visit. Bakura would probably be angry regardless of what I did, it just seemed like him. I thought about it for a few moments and then decided.

Taking A deep breath, I knocked.

..:Bakura:..

'Knock Knock.' The sound of tapping on my soul room door awakened me suddenly. I opened my beady red eyes slowly and glared towards the fancy door. Who dared to disturb my peace? Was it that pathetic host of mine? He would pay for this. I wasn't the friendliest person when disturbed. I walked towards the door and threw it open about to throw a fit. Instead of a scared little white-haired kid there stood a frightened looking Marik Ishtar. My day was about get far more interesting.

"H-hello Bakura..." The blonde boy stuttered. His hands were clasped behind his back and he was looking exceptionally delicious in his revealing purple attire. Looks like someone updated their wardrobe... I observed, raising an eyebrow at his assorted golden jewelery. The boy thought too highly of himself for my taste, but I would make him stoop down a level.

"Well hello there Mariku, how wonderful of you to come by for a visit, come in." I spoke, placing a hand on the small of the boy's back. He immediately tensed as I lead him into my Soul room. It was dark and unappealing, just how I liked it. The walls were black stone and there wasn't much material objects except for the occasional book and assorted tables and chairs as well as my large bed with golden covers and orange pillows. A pile of large pillows sat in a corner, a makeshift seating area for lounging and... other things. Red velvet was strung from the walls, falling like the blood of my victims. It was my home, my sanctuary. Marik probably thought I was sadistic, hell he would have been right. But my soul room was mine, I liked it the way I did.

"I just wanted t-to ask you some things..." Marik muttered. I slipped a finger under his chin, bringing his face up to meet mine. His purple jewels focused on the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the room. The poor thing was too petrified to even look at me. I would change that.

"Now what would you like to know my darling?" I breathed, my breath tickling the poor boy's nose. Ah the joys of young adult lust. I could just feel his urge to look at me as his eyes darted everywhere but up to meet mine. His hands hung down at his sides, not wanting to touch me.

"Umm, well I just wanted to know what you're here for... I mean here... In Ryou's body." Marik spoke, eyes wide. He breathed heavily in my face. I smirked and pulled him closer, weaving one arm around his lower back. I noticed only momentarily as he dropped the Millennium Rod from his hand. So that's how he got here. I could only figure as much, Only those with Millennium items could get into the minds of others.

"Is that all?" I pulled Marik's lips to mine and captured them in a chaste kiss. He pulled away and looked at me, lavender eyes boring into my soul. He did have the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen. So full of life, so much the opposite of me.

"Why do you keep doing this to me?" He asked. I simply smiled at him and pulled his lips back onto mine, this time with more force then before. Nibbling on his lower lip I felt the boy stiffen and gasp into my mouth. How powerful I felt with this pretty little thing squirming at my touch.

"Because it's fun Mariku, don't you enjoy this?" I hissed and deepened the kiss. Marik placed his hands on my chest and attempted to push me away. I grabbed his wrists and released our mouths, staring into his beautiful lavender eyes.

"I just wanted to talk to you Bakura, I don't know anything about you. And no, it's not fun to be sexually harassed all the time!" Marik hmphed. I sighed and let go of his wrists. Honestly I didn't want to talk to Marik. He was too pretty and I was too hungry for that. Visions of ravishing him ran through my mind and I flashed a cheshire cat grin.

"Fine, since you insist on getting to know me for some unholy reason, what do you want to know about me Marik? Come, sit and let's 'talk'" I walked towards the large, ornate pillows that sat on the cold ground and lounged on them. Marik sat down, uncomfortable as ever with his legs crossed and hands folded on his lap.

"Who are you really Bakura? Are you really such an evil person?" He asked, looking at me shyly. What a dumb question. Why did this little Egyptian even care? So much as to pay me a visit in my own soul room. Wasn't he afraid? I knew that the tomb keeper had heard many a thing about me. I could kill him without even batting an eye. I could torture him, lock him up, make him my slave. I had to give it to him, he had guts to try to question me. But the thing is, I wouldn't think of hurting him for any reason. That thought struck me oddly. I usually had malicious intent for everyone I met, but Marik Ishtar was different. Besides being exotically beautiful, he had an air about him that I liked.

"I am a spirit dear Mariku. I've been trapped in the Millennium ring for Ra knows how long. I don't have any feelings besides evil ones. You would understand that, correct Mariku? After all, you're quite the evil one yourself." I cackled, staring attentively at the boy. Such a harsh accusation of me to make. Of course the little Ishtar wasn't evil, but perhaps making him think that he was would aid me. I could comfort him, relate to him, control him. After all, It was fun to make people squirm.

..:Marik:..

"I-I'm not evil. All I want to do is return the Millennium items to Egypt and rid the world of terrible creatures like you" I stated boldly. Me, evil? Bakura was wrong. My intentions have always been to help the world escape from evil. That wasn't wrong, was it? I felt a little cruel for calling Bakura terrible but he was an evil spirit so it wasn't a lie.

"So is that why you are using my host as a little puppet, as your cutesy boyfriend? To get to me for all of your 'good' in the world? Face is Ishtar, you are just as bad as me. You came to visit me for other reasons. Don't lie to me Mariku." Bakura purred.

"You're wrong Bakura!" I screamed. He was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. I was good. I wanted to help everybody. My sister, my brother, Ryou, the world. Bakura was just using me. He wants to poison my mind, make me like him. Pull me into the shadows and divert me from my purpose. The funny thing was, It was working.

"I beg to differ Mariku." Bakura sat up and once again closed the space between us, crawling over to me. I leaned back, holding myself up with my arms distancing myself as far as I could from the white-haired spirit. He placed his legs on either side of me and straddled me and he ran his hands up my arms. His face slithered up towards mine and he placed a chaste kiss on my collarbone.

"You evil, evil boy. Accept your fate Mariku." He purred in my ear. His tongue swiped across my cheek quickly and I felt the wetness on it, disgusted but excited at the same time. Bakura's pale hands wandered, groping and rubbing every possible spot of my upper body.

"Don't touch me! You're wrong, wrong!" I yelled again, squirming from under his grasp, flailing my head back. Bakura countered by placing his hands on my shoulders and pushing back. I felt soft pillows under my head. My legs kicked out from their previously crossed position.

"You like it, don't deny it." Bakura whispered, a grin crossing his face. His arms straddled my body and his legs pushed mine closer together. He looked down at me with an expression that I couldn't decide if it was evil or not. Red eyes hungry, maybe for blood, maybe for something else. I honestly didn't want to know. White hair framed his face and hung down. I was actually somewhat jealous of his gorgeous hair, and if he was anyone else I would have run my fingers through it, wondering how he got it so soft and puffy. But this wasn't any friend of mine, it was an evil spirit, one that took quite a liking to me and I to him.

The moments seemed to drag on as Bakura's endless red eyes stared into mine. It was unnerving to say the least. He didn't move or blink. Like a statue frozen in time. After what seemed to be minutes he finally moved. Quicker then I could process, his lips captured mine. I gasped and squirmed but it was no use. Bakura had me trapped, again. His slimy tongue forced it's way into my open mouth. I fought back as much as I could trying to close my mouth but instead kissing Bakura deeper in the process.

I closed my eyes, giving up. I realized at that moment that I had no say in what Bakura could or would do. I just had to take it and accept it. My efforts were useless, he was stronger and smarter. Fear blazed through me and my heart raced on. I breathed in deep, only to breathe in more of Bakura's mouth. I felt suffocated as my chest rose and fell erratically. The pressure deepened when Bakura's arms gave way. He lay on my chest and his hands made their way into my hair. He fisted and twirled my blonde locks.

"Ba-Bakura why..." I moaned, words barely coming out as I tried to speak. But it was hard to finish my sentence with Bakura's tongue so far down my throat that I felt like gagging.

"Why what Mariku?" Bakura's muffled voice responded. He broke the kiss and pulled his arms from my hair, once again towering over me. I gasped for breath as did he. Once he composed himself enough to speak, he did.

"If you're wondering why i'm kissing you Mariku, it's because you're just so deliciously innocent. I can't help myself, I've gone 5000 years without meeting someone as beautiful as you. I intend to keep you by my side as long as I can." This statement scared me. What was Bakura going to do with me? My mind could wander for only a few moments before my senses went on overload. Bakura was kissing me again, and this time his entire body was lain atop mine.

Hands flew to my hair again, kneading and pulling. It happened when his hips grinded against mine. Electricity ran through my body and a moan escaped my lips. What was that? That feeling... So arousing and pleasing. I disgusted myself. How could I let him excite me in that way? It was just like before in Ryou's bedroom, except this time Bakura was as equally excited. His lower body continued it's motions as both of our heartbeats quickened. I heard mine pounding in my ears and felt Bakura's against my chest. Searing heat ran through me as Bakura's motions continued. Unconsciously I joined in, grinding myself against him as well.

Bakura's lips left my mouth and trailed down to my neck. I groaned in pure pleasure as his mouth sucked on the still raw areas that he had left earlier that day. The feeling was amazing, and it made me wonder why I had never experienced it until now. At that time I didn't even care that it was Bakura who was on top of me, Bakura who was making me feel like this. But suddenly the feelings stopped. I whined in protest as the spirit's lower regions halted and his mouth left my neck.

"Bakuraaa..." I whined. I gasped for air, frozen in my place, dazed and confused. Bakura didn't respond to my pleads. He just stood up, breathing heavily. My head spun. Bakura crossed the room and picked up something. I couldn't tell what he was doing as he came back towards me. Kneeling beside me, I reached up at his white locks, trying to grab them and pull the albino back down to me. My mind associated Bakura with pleasure and it wanted more. I wanted more. More more more. All I grabbed at was air. Bakura leaned back out of my reach.

"No no Mariku, It's time for you to go now. We can't have ourselves getting too happy now can we?" Bakura questioned me. I could only whine. The pain of my budding erection kicked in, and my pants felt like such a obstacle. I reached for my belt but Bakura grabbed my hands, wrenching them down to my sides. He smirked with his classic pearly white Bakura smirk and captured my lips into one last chaste kiss.

"Goodbye my pretty little Mariku" Was the last thing I remembered. Then everything went black.

..:Bakura:..

I threw myself down on my back. My body hit the hard floor with a thump, but I didn't flinch. I had just sent that Marik away. Damn that kid. Look at him getting me all worked up here. I don't know what got into me, but I had gotten very aroused by him. I was frustrated and breathed heavily.

Once again the kid had left me with an issue to take care of. I had no other means of relieving myself after sending him away. Maybe I should have just let him stay and see where it went. I could have screwed him to oblivion and I was sure he would allow it. The tomb keeper seemed very opening to experimenting and I knew that he had probably not done so much as kissed another person before me.

I took a lot of pride knowing that I had taken his mouth virginity from him and I knew that I would eventually take his true virginity from him. He was just a sexual plaything. Or at least that was what I was trying to force myself to think. I knew that I couldn't have any feeling beyond lust for the boy, it wasn't good, it wasn't healthy. I had to focus on my cause.

I unzipped my pants, touching myself to the thought of Marik's voice, his throaty moans, the way he writhed under me. My own groans filled the air, but I ignored them. My focus was only on Marik. Fuck ruling the world. The only thing I wanted to rule was Marik. I was Bakura, the five-thousand year old spirit and I always got what I wanted. My breath hitched in my throat and I released. I pulled off my pants and tucked myself back into my underwear. I made my way over to the bed. I wasn't going to clean, that shit would clean itself up. The soul room had it's ways.

I stared at the blank ceiling. Pleasuring myself always made me feel useless, like I couldn't find a lover to do it for me. Of course I had a lover, or would one whether he liked it or not. I didn't know if Marik even liked me, but my guess was no. He probably thought I was an ignorant asshole, and once again he would be right. But I did know that he wanted me for other reasons. He had that stupid Ryou for his barfable friendship and caring. I was just there for the pain and the pleasure. But that was okay with me. As long as I was a part of Marik's life, that's what mattered.

I wanted to be the one he thought about, I wanted to plague his thoughts and dreams. He would come back, sure. But I was planning on going to him next time. Poor little Ryou, the boy had no idea I was going to use his body. But it wasn't really his body anymore, it was mine. I made the rules around here. And my almighty judgement decided that tomorrow Mariku and I would spend some quality time together.

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