Rain pounded the streets of Domino City, falling to earth as thunder trumpeted the arrival of the storm. Another lightning bolt descended, nature's power condensed into a single streak of light through the sky. The wind howled, ripping weaker leaves from their branches too soon, while the others clung for dear life. The storm was getting closer to the small apartment in a corner of the city, knocking out the power and leaving the building in lightning-punctuated darkness.

Not that the blackout meant anything to the residents of aptartment No. 317. Their current activity usually occured in the dark anyways, and the danger of the surrounding storm only made things more thrilling.

"Harder," Marik ordered, his hands braced on the locks of the window frame. He was sandwiched in between the panes of glass facing an alleyway and Bakura's sweat doused body, a pair of pale hands holding him firmly by the hips. They toyed playfully with the hemline of his pants, which were pulled down in the back just enough. Marik bucked backwards as Bakura thrust himself forwards, his eyes closed in ecstasy.

"Marik..." he moaned, his voice low and hot in Marik's ears. His voice was drowned out by a rumble of thunder, as his body slammed against that of the caramel skinned youth. His lips were poised at the soft skin of his neck, murmuring fervidly. "How are you this tight?" he hissed, thrusting once more and slipping a hand down the khaki pants.

Marik leaned into his hand as it stroked his considerable length, letting out a purr of pleasure. "More..." he hummed, another bolt of lightning descending as if to strike them both. It rattled the windows, quivering under Marik's hands as the two moved together, their cries growing in volume as they spiraled farther into oblivion.

"Marik," Bakura panted, bearing down at a rapidly increasing pace. "Oh gods...Marik..."

Marik only moaned in reply, pushing back against the white-haired man in perfect time with Bakura. He could see the reflection of his partner behind him, head thrown back in near ecstasy, sending shudders through his own body. "Bakura..." he groaned, grinding against him and grinning at the yelps he caused. Their efforts doubled, and as the next strike of lightning came down, it illuminated Marik's arched back. The euphoric gasp on his face as he fell back against Bakura, feeling him shudder behind him with a harsh cry.

They stood there for a moment, panting heavily as they leaned into each other. Finally Marik pulled away and turned, kissing him firmly. He bullied him over towards the bed, pulling the spirit down next to him. "I think," he whispered, curling up beside him, "We might have to do that every thunderstorm."

"Agreed," Bakura replied, returning the kiss. There was a rumble of thunder as the storm began to move away, leaving the two figures lying on the bed, entwined in each other's arms. Marik crawled on top of him, pressing his lips to Bakura's as the rain slapped against the window, a soundtrack to their silent moment.