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Marik blinked and stared up at Bakura with his lavender eyes. He was at a loss of words for a moment. He finally gathered his thoughts and grimaced.

"I don't want you!" he yelled, trying to sit up. Bakura just laughed and continued to pin him down, flicking his tounge at Marik's neck, which sent shivers down his body.

"You say no...but your body says yes." Bakura purred as he lightly bit at Marik's neck.

"S-s..." Marik began to say stop, but it was cut off because he began to moan. The reason for this is because Bakura had slid his shirt off and started nibbling at his stomach.

"As you were saying, Marik?" Bakura said with a mischevious grin. Marik blinked and said nothing. He knew Bakura was right. He wanted Bakura, wanted him so badly, but he wouldn't let him have the satisfaction of winning. He wouldn't.

"I was saying that I don't want you! Why can't you get that through your head! Sheesh, you would've figured that being alive for 5,000 years, you would be smart!" Marik snapped.

"Oh, playing hard to get are we? You know that only turns me on." Bakura said. The grin on his face was like a grin of a little boy who had just entered a candy shop. A candy shop that was full of many...treats and possibilities.

"GET OF OFF ME!" Marik yelled, fidgeting under Bakura, but Bakura continued to pin him down.

"Stop resisting, Marik..." Bakura purred. "You know you can't resist me much longer, and I must say, the more you resist, the more I tease." he said with a dark chuckle. Marik just glowered at him, saying nothing.

He wasn't going to give Bakura the satisfaction.

Bakura smirked and kissed Marik deeply, tangling his hands in his hair. Marik gasped and /tried/ to not kiss him back. He tried /so hard/...

But he couldn't resist.

Bakura was right.

Bakura ran his tounge along Marik's lips, begging for entrance. Marik parted his lips slightly, and Bakura shoved his tounge into Marik's mouth, running it along the roof of his mouth. Marik moaned quietly in pleasure, which only made Bakura kiss him deeper.

Oh how Bakura loved the sound of Marik's moans. He couldn't get enough.

((Now, use your imagination for what happened next because I am not going into detail. Aren't I a stinker? xD))

The next morning, Marik woke up, tangled in Bakura's arms. ((Aren't you glad I didn't go into detail? No? Well...crap xD)) Marik looked around, and he noticed that /none/ of his clothes were on.

What the hell happened last night...?

He thought for a moment, then he remembered everything that happened.

And he enjoyed /every/ second of what had happened. Bakura was right! Marik did want him, and Marik loved him. He just couldn't deny it anymore...