To JustAnotherAnon: Thank you for being my first reviewer! I'm also glad you are eager to see what happens next. As I write this your review is the only one here, but I thank those in advance who read/review later.

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"Marik...Why are you hard?"

Marik felt panic jolt through him when Bakura asked the question. "I am not!" he said indignantly, he sat up to push Bakura off of him. Dammit, why do my friggin' pajamas have to be so tight? And why does his friggin' body feel so warm? Why the frig are his pajamas so soft...? Right, I friggin' made them.

"Perhaps you've had too much pie, Florence." Marik lied. Bakura did not move, and Marik realized that he had only given Bakura a single lick of pie, therefore he had not even consumed a reasonable amount let alone too much. "Get off me!" he spat.

Bakura shrugged. "No."

"Frig you then!" Marik snapped. "This is not exactly an innocent po-"

Suddenly Marik's face grew wet as Bakura leaned forward and licked a smooth trail of cream off his cheek. Marik stammered and he began to sweat. What just happened?

"Friggin' idiot!" Marik pushed him harder, but it seemed like trying to move a boulder. A soft, smooth, warm boulder that was putting a delicious weight on his hard-on. "That's gr-gross-"

Bakura ignored him and did it again, this time grabbing Marik's wrists and gently forcing him onto his back while continuing to lick him. Marik's weak protests were fruitless as Bakura continued his ministrations.

"Nn..." Marik had to silence himself has Bakura's tongue moved closer to his lips...closer...closer...

Then suddenly Bakura backed off, his wrists were free and the warmth left him. He was lying there, stunned.

Then Bakura was on him again, suddenly sucking and licking the cream off his neck, and Marik couldn't hold back a cry of pleasure, sounding a lot like a moan. His cheeks burned with shame and he shut his eyes. He could feel that he was blushing like a little girl, and his heart raced maniacally.

"Do you want me to stop...?" Bakura whispered his voice low and husky. Marik could feel the boy's white hair tickling his face. Tingles vibrated through his body.

"Y-yes, dammit!" Marik choked out.

"Yes? Yes what?"

"Yes, I want you to-uuunnhhh!"

Bakura had rocked his hips against Marik's, creating the most delicious friction on his throbbing dick. He blushed harder and tears welled up in his eyes from lack of experience and shame.

"You want me to moan?" Bakura whispered. Marik could feel the smirk on the Brit's lips.

"N-no- you f-friggin idiot-" Marik gasped.

Bakura pushed up on him again, and this time Marik's hips jerked up to get some more pressure. "Ooh~!" Marik let out a cry that made him want to disappear into the floor. "Fl-fluffy-st-stop this a-at o-once!"

"And if I don't?" Bakura laughed lowly.

"I-I'll make y-you change your name to St-Steve and than force you to-Ahhh! Ba-Baku-St-stop! I c-command you!"

Bakura hesitated.

"I don't care."

Marik forced his eyes open to find Bakura's mess of white hair blocking off the left side of his peripheral vision. He quickly decided that he was out of options. He could run away from Bakura and lock himself in the room, but Bakura would simply break in. He could go along with this but then Bakura would see that Marik did want it. Or he could refuse to respond to anything and drag out the sexual torture.

"You seem hesitant," Bakura said huskily, his voice brimming with lust.

"Why...d-did you even st-start this?" Marik whimpered.

Bakura was quiet for a moment. Then: "Marik, I...I hate you. I hate you more than I've ever hated anyone before. I hate you so much that I can barely take it. In fact, I want to go on hating you for the rest of my life. And now, we're going to make sweet hatred together, in this shitty tent. You and me hating each other, all...night...LONG."

At the last word Bakura reached down and squeezed Marik through his pajama bottoms. "Unngh! A-Ahh, Bakura!" He whimpered. "I-I didn't th-think you'd really-"

Bakura cut him off with a kiss that involved casually crushing their lips together and very messily mushing the cream in between their lips. Casually of course. The Brit began to lick at it, slowly cleaning the Egyptian's mouth, pushing his tongue to indicate he wanted access.

Marik whimpered. It was now or never.

Marik opened his mouth and Bakura slowly slid his tongue in, exploring his roommate's mouth, letting a soft moan escape himself. Marik blushed at Bakura's sound and tentatively returned the favor, and he found that he was enjoying the kiss with Bakura, and he wanted more...

They broke apart for air, Bakura looking down at him, poker-faced. Marik looked back up, silently begging. His cock throbbed painfully and he wanted Bakura to do something, anything!

"What do you want, Marik?"

Marik shivered. He wasn't sure what he wanted. He stammered, "I-I want Mister Tweetums..."
The Egyptian hoped the stupid comment could kill Bakura's arousal and then they could fold up the tent and go to bed. Instead Bakura snarled at him.

"Honestly?" He snapped.

Marik panicked a little, his cock softening a bit. He nodded fearfully.

Bakura froze. Then he leaned in, so fast Marik jumped, and whispered in his ear. "Really. Then we'll see who's name you're gonna scream out when I'm driving you crazy. Mine or Mister Tweetums."

Then the thoughts of what Bakura could do to make him scream barreled into his mind and crushed any thoughts of protest. His cock jumped back to life. He blushed and narrowed his eyes. "I-I dare you, friggin' brit!"

Bakura immediately dove down and yanked off Marik's pajama bottoms. As expected, there was no underwear. He gave Marik's rigid cock a quick once-over and then slid the head into his mouth.

"GAH!" Marik's hips jerked. "Nnh!"

Bakura ignored his roommate's cries and began to suck gently, purposely making sure the licks and sucks were light and torturous. Marik shuddered and moaned, bucking his hips into the brit's mouth. Said brit slid his tongue around, delving into the slit a little to add that tiny, luscious bit of pressure. Marik moaned again, loud and needy.

"M-more!" He begged.

Bakura obeyed, taking the full length into his mouth, and then sucked hard.

"Oooh~!" Marik arched his back off the floor, his freed hands clenching tightly to a nearby stuffed animal. He felt so dirty, but then Bakura started bobbing his head up and down, sucking and licking, and Marik's shame was lost in pleasure as he neared release all too soon.

"B-Baku-!" Marik cried. "I'm gonna-"

Bakura promptly slid Marik's cock out of his mouth and licked the pre-cum on his lips. He swallowed, wiped his mouth and proceeded to remove his own pajama pants.

"What are you doing?" Marik panted.

Bakura looked up, his dark chocolate eyes brimming with lust. "Hating you."

Bakura pushed Marik's legs back and rested them on his shoulders, making sure Marik's heels wouldn't dig into his hair. After all, he worked hard for that L'oreal look.

"W-wait!" Marik stammered, staring fearfully at Bakura's relatively large erection. "Wh-what about lube?"

Bakura blinked, then grinned savagely. He pushed his fingers to Marik's mouth, lowering the boy's legs at the same time. "Suck," he commanded.

Marik shuddered. Suddenly his senses were returning. This was crazy, and wrong! Marik never thought Bakura to be gay, and Marik knew for sure he liked girls. Vagina! He only liked vagina!

But then he felt the warmth of Bakura's hard-on against his crotch, he could see the boy's dazzling white hair, falling over his shoulders and drapped in spikes across his forehead, he saw what he called Bakura's 'Bat Wings' for hair, and he saw his masculine, chocolate brown eyes. He flushed. No girl could give him this Flore- this Fluff- no... this Bakura.

"F-fine, but let me take off your shirt." Marik snapped, trying to look as if the whole situation was a bother to get over with. He failed miserably.

Bakura beat him to it, ripping open his kitten shirt, buttons flying everywhere. Marik felt a twinge of hurt, but it disappeared when Marik say the skinny but toned body of his roommate.

"I said, SUCK." Bakura snarled, impatient. Marik quickly slipped one of Bakura's digits into his mouth, licking and sucking slowly. He tried to ignore Bakura's intense gaze, which only made him hornier.

After he was done, Bakura moved his fingers to Marik's entrance, teasing the hole gently before slipping his finger inside.

"Hnnn!" Marik whimpered. Bakura looked at him. "O-Oh no, it's okay," the Egyptian panted.

Bakura continued to stretch him out, adding a second finger and scissoring the hole. It was followed by a third, and he could hear Marik's light panting and whimpers.

"E-enough," Marik said, looking thoroughly embarrassed. "Your cock."

"You want it?"

"Y-yes!" Marik exclaimed. "I-I want it! I can't take much more..."

Bakura grinned, his chocolate eyes taking on a new look. Marik thought he would drown in their brown depths as Bakura leaned forward, positioning himself at Marik's entrance.

"Say you want me."

"I-I want to you..."

"Louder."

"I w-want you!"

"LOUDER!"

"GODDAMMIT BAKURA I WANT YOU, NOW!" Marik screamed.

And so Bakura gave it to him. He thrust hard into the Egyptian, who let out a scream of pain mingled with the most insignificant amount of pleasure.

"Shi-shit-" Marik whimpered, panting. "I c-can't do it! I-it hurts- stop!"

"It's supposed to," Bakura soothed him, perfectly still. "It's obviously your first time. Breathe, it'll go away."

Marik tried to breathe deeply and succeeded, aided with Bakura gently stroking his cock and kissing him. The Brit wiped the cream off his love- his partner's stomach and chest.

"B-Bakura..." Marik whispered, hoping he sounded seductive.

"Yes?"

"I'm ready," the Egyptian said firmly. "Move."

And Bakura moved, slowly at first, getting Marik used to the sensation. But soon the white-haired boy felt that he would explode if he did not start fucking Marik with all his might. "How fast? How hard? How much do you want it?"

"Unngh..." Marik moaned. "Faster!"

Bakura thrust in and out of him, pushing Marik's legs open further for deeper penetration. He growled, looking for the one spot that would have this boy screaming.

"Bakura!" Marik cried, his hips moving with the Brit's. "O-Oh yesss! Mmmm, please, harder!"

I sound like a whore! Marik felt embarrassed for his traitorous body. And then-

Marik arched his back when stars filled his body and pleasure ripped through him. His grip on the carpet nearly tore it up as he screamed, "BAKURA!"

"M-Marik!" Bakura felt himself call out for the first time throughout this session. Bakura thrust harder, pushing himself deeper into the bronze-skinned boy who continued to weep and cry out beneath him. Bakura rammed the head of his cock against Marik's sweet spot making him see white every. Single. Time.

"Oh Gods!" Marik screamed, feeling his release coil in his stomach. "I'm s-so close! Bakura-"

"Marik!" Bakura choked out, on the very edge of release. Bakura was not going to last. He gripped the boy's cock and began pumping it in time with his thrusts.

"B-Bakura," Marik screamed, and then moaned loudly. "I-I think I'm gonna-"

Bakura doubled over and nearly roared as his orgasm ripped through him, and at the same time Marik's back arched high as he screamed Bakura's name over and over, coming hard and fast. Sticky semen spurt onto the white-haired boy's chin, splattered across Marik's stomach and chest. Bakura rode out the last of his orgasm before he collapsed on top of Marik, completely spent. The two laid there, panting hard.

Eventually after they had cooled down, Marik spoke.

"G-get off Florence. You're heavy."

Bakura rolled off of him, sighing deeply. They went silent again.

Then, "Man Bakura, that was a brilliant way to test my sexuality! But I'm still not sure."

Bakura sat up and stared at the Egyptian, who looked slyly back at him, grinning and everything.

"I just kissed you, had sex with you and probably gave you the best bloody orgasm you will ever have. NOT SURE?"

Marik giggled. "I was playing Bakura. I loved it. And I love you too."

"No time for sappy bullshit." Bakura snapped, but inside he felt warm.

"Okay. But lie down, let's cuddle."

Bakura lied down again and felt Marik curl against him breathing softly. The Egyptian was soon asleep.

Bakura yawned, feeling sleepy too. His last thought before drifting off was, Perhaps I can rejoin that bloody council of his...

Thoughts?