Chapter 24

Marik groaned into Bakura's mouth as their tongues sparred. He felt the hand that had been petting his hair tug at the blonde strands, and he grinned as best he could. Bakura remembered the slight kinky he had about having his hair pulled. He raked his claws down Bakura's back, slipping beneath the black material of his shorts and tearing at the flimsy material of the striped tights he wore. Now he had perfect access to that delicious derriere, which he happily groped harshly.

Bakura wrapped a leg around Marik's waist as he deepened the kiss further, rolling them slightly so he was more laid on top of the tanned lion. His fingers tangled deeping in the blonde spikes, trailing down to play with the fur around Marik's neck. With the collar gone he had more access to the expanse of that tantalising neck, which he broke the kiss for to lick and bite. Marik moaned softly at his ministrations, and he trailed his free hand down his tanned chest to pinch his nipple, making the blonde arch and whimper for more.

Bringing a second hand down Marik slipped that hand down Bakura's shorts too and shredded the thin material of the tights some more. He always wondered why the other wore tights instead of socks, they just got in the way when it came to things like this. And they always ended up getting torn. Did he have a closet full of them?

He was distracted from his thoughts when Bakura slithered a hand down the front of his unzipped shorts (when had that happened?) and grasped hold of his cock forcefully, drawing out a cry from the blonde lion and a devilish smirk from the knife thrower. He regained some sense when he found one of the hidden daggers in the other man's shorts, and pulled it out to slice down the material and cut off the offending garment.

"Oi, fucker." Bakura pulled back and glared at him. He could easily repair or replace the shorts but that wasn't the point. To retaliate he bent down and harshly bit the nipple he wasn't playing with, once more making Marik arch into his touch.

Then his world spun around when Marik turned them over to pin him to the bed, a lust filled haze clouding his violet eyes. Bakura only had a second or two to realise what had happened before the blonde's mouth decended on his and once more they were engaged in a passionate lip-lock, only this time with a lot more tongue. Marik lay fully on top of the slimmer man, grinding their hips together and causing them both to moan into their kiss. Bakura snaked one hand up to entwine with his hair again while the other hand scratched down the scars on his back to grope and fondle his ass.

The feel of the scars beneath his fingertips sent Bakura's mind wandering. He obviously knew some of them were from when the Ring King whipped the lion a little too hard sometimes, but the others, the more intricate ones, were deliberate, and in the part of Marik's past he never talked about but still got depressed about. Like he was a few moment ago. With this new information in mind the white haired man slowed down his ministrations a bit, trying to be more comforting than their usual hard and fast fucking.

Marik smiled into their kiss when he noticed what Bakura was trying to do and he was thankful for it. Their kiss slowed from a raging battle of tongues to a sensual feeling of warmth and affection. Anyone who knew them for a moment would assume they were devious assholes, but people who knew them as long as the ones at the circus did knew they were so much more than that. They were human (or half in Marik's case); they did have emotions.

Bakura raised his hips against Marik's grinding, sliding his hands down to hook into the belt loops of the lion's shorts and push them down as far as they'd go. Marik did the same to the black material hanging loose around his own waist, pulling at it until it tore away. The tops of his tights came away with them and now he was left wearing only his waist coat and the silky feeling striped stockings on his legs. The waist coat didn't last long as Marik yanked him into a sitting position to pull it off and fling it in the direction of their other clothes.

The feel of Bakura's writhing body below him was wonderful. The fact they were going about ten times slower than usual was magnificent. Usually it was hard and fast behind a trailer or in Marik's cage, so slow and sensual in an actual bed was a welcome change. He grinned to himself when Bakura took the knife from before and cut off his own shorts.

"Now we're even," The crimson eyed albino murmured triumphantly when he pulled away from the kiss for a moment. Marik just smirked and latched his lips into Bakura's neck. It seemed a lot of them were sensitive on the neck, as proven by Bakura's loud moan when Marik nipped him with his fangs.

Marik licked a trail of saliva over the abused area, satisfied by the small amount of blood that he'd drawn. He tapped the pale knife thrower's lips with three of his fingers, who willingly sucked them into his mouth and coated them with spit. Marik sat up on Bakura's hips, biting his own lip at the sight of the other happily suckling on his clawed fingers. He left them in a little longer than he usually would have (actually he usually wouldn't fucked the albino raw but he didn't want to this time), enjoying the feeling of the other's tongue swiping at the digits. Eventually he pulled them out and shuffled them around so Bakura's legs were over his shoulders and nearly bent double. He was nearly as flexible as Malik, he mused.

He watched the other's face carefully when he wriggled two fingers into Bakura's entrance, relishing the look for pure bliss and satisfaction that crossed the white haired man's sharp features when he managed to find his prostate on the first try. He felt the other thrusting his hips downwards, impaling himself further on Marik's fingers, trying to get him to move faster. With a grin the blonde lion inserted another finger, fondling that sensational spot over and over, making Bakura moan and writhe beneath him.

"Oh bloody fuck me, you twat!" Bakura cursed at him, suddenly yanking him down for yet another passionate kiss. Marik broke it off and licked his nose playfully.

"All in good time, 'Kura." He smirked, making Bakura whine at the use of the nickname and that Marik was still fondling his prostate.

Marik had soon had enough teasing and removed his fingers, much to Bakura's dismay. But the shorter male was soon throwing his head back in pleasure and moaning loudly when the tan lion thrust his member into his ass with one slick movement. It was clear he hadn't lubed himself up but it didn't matter. He loved the feeling anyway. His insides had been slightly torn from Marik's claws but it just added to the feelings of pleasure, after all he was quite a masochist at times.

He didn't move right away, instead taking a little time to tease the smaller man below him. Soon Bakura was grumbling and muttering at him to move, trying to wriggle his hips and impale himself on the other's cock. Marik grinned again, beginning to slowly move in and out of the other's tight passage, causing him to sigh in pleasure and moan when Marik managed to hit that lovely bunch of nerves again.

They continued to move slowly, content with just feeling each other for a while. Soon, however, Bakura grew a little impatient, teasing Marik with every thrust by tightening his passage, making it all the more pleasureable for the lion. Marik growled in an animalistic way, leaning down to bite on his neck once more. Then an idea hit the blonde, and he suddenly pulled Bakura up into a sitting position, bringing out a yelp of surprise and a gasp as a shock of pleasure shot up his spine from the sudden change in position.

Bakura looked at the lion with lust in his eyes before burying his face in the other's shoulder when Marik began to move him up and down his manhood, snaking a hand around to fondle his own member. The knife thrower clutched at the blonde mane beneath his fingers as this new postion managed to hit his prostate with every single thrust.

"Oh fuck, oh, oh fuuuck!" Bakura gasped, moving his head to capture Marik's mouth in a kiss, their tongues lazily fighting as the pace slowly sped up. Marik's hands were on his ass as he moved the other up and down, bouncing in his lap.

It wasn't long before both of them lost control, Marik ending up ramming himself into Bakura's intoxicating heat while pumelling that spot that made him see stars. The white haired man bit down on Marik's neck, the opposite side to the bruise already there, making Marik roar in lust and pound his ass even harder, bouncing him up and down more furiously.

They climaxed together, Bakura's teeth clamping down hard on Marik's skin, the lion's claws leaving deep marks in the flesh of the other's ass. Coming down from their high, the red-eyed man fell backwards in exhaustion, bringing Marik down with him to lie on top of him. They panted, trying to catch their breath, before the blonde lion chuckled to himself, making the man below him raise a curious eyebrow.

"Akefia will be upset he missed all the fun." Marik explained, earning a cackling laugh from his friend.