WARNING: BAKURA X MARIK LEMON! YAOI! TWO MEN HAVING HOT SEXUAL LOVING!

Wet Angel

Bakura claimed Marik’s lips in a heated kiss. The white-haired boy held the blond close to his body. Marik moaned into the kiss as Bakura laid him on the sand by the lake. Bakura removed his waistband and tugged at the rope around Marik’s waist.

Bakura removed the rope and pulled Marik’s robe over his head.

Marik reached up and pulled Bakura’s robe off of his body.

Both boys ran their hands over the other’s chest and shoulders, feeling the skin heat up under their fingers.

Marik’s eyes caressed Bakura’s naked form, taking in the sight of his pale skin and white hair. The white-haired boy straddled the blond, leaned over and licked along Marik’s collarbone.

The blond let out a moan and gasped as Bakura ground his manhood against Marik’s straining arousal.

Bakura leaned over and took Marik’s right nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking at the tiny bud of flesh. Subtle spikes of pleasure spread throughout his body. Bakura nipped at the perky peak and smiled at the gasp it elicited from its owner.

The blond looked down at his soon-to-be lover and spread his fingers through Bakura’s hair, fisting the strands in his hands.

His lover spread tiny kisses across Marik’s chest to the other nipple, giving it the same attention as its twin.

Marik arched his back and gave a whimper. He looked down at his lover.

“Bakura….”

Bakura looked up.

“Do you realize that if we are caught doing this, we could both be castrated and hung by our ankles until we are dead?”

Bakura grinned. “What’s your point? We already have a death sentence on our heads by robbing royal tombs and robbery. Besides, Marik Ishtar,” Bakura said stroking Marik’s cheek. “I would gladly suffer death for you. I would suffer anything for you. I would do anything to know that I have your love.”

Marik pulled Bakura up for a kiss. “You have my love, Bakura. I just…I never knew that I was…attracted to men.”

Bakura gave an emphatic grind against Marik’s manhood, straining and becoming increasingly stiff. “Well, one of the rules for living a thief’s life is that you learn something new every day. I would say that will not be the only lesson you learn today.”

Bakura leaned down and kissed Marik on the lips gently. He pulled back quickly. “Are you sure you want this, Ishtar? Have you ever been with a man before?”

“No.”

Bakura looked to the side. “It can be painful. Do you think you could handle it?”

Marik took a nervous breath. “If I ask you to stop, will you?”

Bakura nodded. “I have done that with other male lovers. I will stop if you ask me to. So far, no one has ever asked me to stop.”

Marik looked down. “I’m a little nervous.”

Bakura nodded and stroked Marik’s chin. “I know you are, Marik. I think you will find it easier if you are on top at first.”

The white-haired boy turned on his back and moaned as Marik covered him. Marik kissed, licked, and nipped the twin buds on Bakura’s chest, making the white-haired boy moan and whimper.

Marik kissed slowly down Bakura’s belly and nuzzled his head into Bakura’s belly.

“I love you, Ishtar.”

“Love you, Itemri.”

Marik licked a trail down to the first layer of black curls surrounding Bakura’s manhood. Marik looked at Bakura’s weeping arousal. It twitched with the desire for more contact. The blond looked up at Bakura, locking their eyes together.

“Bakura?”

“Only if you want to, Marik.”

Marik nodded and looked down at the flesh again. He closed his eyes tightly, readying himself to make the move. He took a deep breath and soon enveloped Bakura’s arousal. Bakura tilted his head back.

“Oh Dear Ra…..,” Bakura whimpered as Marik licked up the underside of his weeping sex. He tried to restrain the desire to bury himself deeper into the moist cavern. The last thing he wanted to do was scare off his lover.

Marik gave a moan as he engorged himself on Bakura’s manhood once more, causing vibrations along the organ.

“Marik…can’t take much more.”

Marik looked up. “What do I do?”

Bakura pointed to his bag. “In there I have a flask of oil. I managed to borrow some from Rayna.”

“What do you use it for?”

“Usually for my offerings to Osiris, but I forgot it the last time.”

Marik grabbed the flask and returned to Bakura. “I saw you praying to Osiris. Why did you not tell me that you had feelings for me earlier?”

Marik sighed. “I didn’t know what you would say.”

Bakura shrugged. “I didn’t know what you would say either. I just know right now that I need to have you inside me.”

Marik raised an eyebrow. “How?”
”You have only two options, Marik.”

Marik’s eyes widened. “You mean….?”

Bakura nodded silently.

“Will it hurt you?”

“You’ll have to prepare me first. Cover your fingers with the oil and you’ll have to stretch me.”

Bakura spread his legs and gave a reassuring grin to the blond.

Marik slowly covered two fingers and pressed them both into Bakura’s body uncertainly. The white-haired boy gave a moan and a wince of pain.

“Did I do it wrong?”

“Ordinarily…you start……with ……one….finger……..Ow.”

Marik started to withdraw. Bakura shook his head.

“Don’t….Don’t withdraw. It’s been a long time…since I was with another guy.”

“Who was your last?”

Bakura let in a gulp of breath. “Some guy….in a pub….right before I met you.”

“Why?”

Bakura looked down at Marik with tears in his eyes and whimpered sadly, “Because I was lonely.”

Marik struggled to keep his tears held back as he moved his fingers within Bakura’s tight passage. His lover’s body wrapped around him as he tried to stretch Bakura’s body.

“You won’t be lonely anymore, Bakura.”

Bakura wiped his eyes free of tears as Marik entered another finger, stretching his body to its capacity.

The blond was surprised to see Bakura thrusting against the fingers which invaded him.

“Marik…gods…so good.” Bakura looked down with lust-filled eyes. “Cover yourself with the oil, Marik. I can’t hold on for much longer!”

Marik covered himself and settled between Bakura’s legs.

“Please, Marik.”

“Will you hurt?”

Bakura shrugged. “It’s been a long time, so, it might. Just don’t move right away when you get into me all the way.”

Marik supported himself with his arms on either side of Bakura’s shoulders. He pressed himself into the body beneath him and gasped at the tight, hot channel surrounding him.

“Oh gods…,” Marik whimpered as Bakura’s body allowed him entrance.

The blond opened his eyes with great effort to see Bakura shaking and trembling beneath him. The white-haired boy nodded and stroked Marik’s cheek.

“You can move now, Marik.”

Marik slowly began to move within Bakura. “It feels…strange.”

Bakura snickered. “You are used to taking females, Marik. Making love to a man is not so different than making love to a woman. The potential for injury is higher. Without preparation, making love to a man can be very painful.”

Marik pressed his cheek against Bakura’s chest as he continued to move inside. “I never loved anyone like this, Bakura.”

Bakura shook his head. “No. You never loved any MAN like this.”

Purple eyes and chocolate brown locked.

“You’re right, Bakura.”

Bakura arched his back and gripped onto Marik. Marik stoped, thinking he had hurt his lover.

“No…don’t stop….please. Oh gods!”

Marik penetrated Bakura again and brushed his prostate again.

“Harder, Marik. Please!”

Marik supported himself on his hands again and drove into Bakura a little harder. Bakura thrust up against Marik’s movements.

Marik noticed when he buried himself into the body below him, he hit something. When he did, Bakura gave a whimper. The blond buried himself deeper within his lover’s body, quickening his movements. The white-haired boy reached between them and started pumping his neglected arousal. Marik covered Bakura’s hand wand they both stroked the weeping organ.

Heat pooled around Bakura’s hips as his lover slammed into him. Both boys let out a moan and it echoed in the oasis.

Bakura’s face turned red as he let out gasps of pleasure. His body quaked with his impending orgasm. His back arched and his body tensed, spilling his passion over his and Marik’s hands. Marik leaned over Bakura and looked into his friend’s eyes as th sweat poured off of his tan skin.

“Come for me, Marik. Let go.”

Marik’s head fell limp as he slammed into Bakura, his body shaking and spilling himself into Bakura’s channel.

Marik collapsed on Bakura panting heavily. Bakura reached up and grabbed the wine bottle.

His hands trembled as he fought to open it. He opened it and guzzled down four mouthfuls of the wine.

“This is what we use this for,” Bakura grinned.

Marik gulped down the drink quickly. He coughed, having drank too fast. Bakura rubbed Marik’s back.

“You better get up before you get stuck,” Bakura joked.

Marik struggled to get up. “We’re dirty!”

Bakura laughed. “You expected us to come out of this smelling like flowers? Let’s clean up.”

Bakura jumped into the lake, wiping off is release. Marik grabbed the oil and wine. He jumped into the lake and wrapped his arms around Bakura.

“Bakura?”

The white-haired boy emerged from under the water. Marik found himself getting aroused again at the look of the wet angel in front of him.

“Yes, Marik?”

“Can you….make love to me?”

Bakura shook the excess water from his drenched white locks. “I would love to, but do you feel like you are ready?”

Marik nodded. “I want you to take me. It will hurt, but I don’t care. I just….need you to make love to me.”

Bakura nodded and kissed Marik, exciting himself under the water again. Both boys moaned into the kiss.

Bakura grabbed the oil and started to prepare Marik. Marik buried his face in Bakura’s neck whimpering in pain.

“Gods…it hurts!”

“I know it does, love. You were never taken by a man. You are not physically ready for this yet. Relax, Ishtar. If you tense, this will become more painful and then I will not be able to make love to you.”

Marik tried to force himself to relax as Bakura added a second finger.

“Please try to relax, love. It will only hurt for a little bit.”

Bakura stretched Marik’s virgin canal and kissed Marik’s hair to calm him.

Marik slowly began moving onto the digits as they stretched him as loose as possible. The white-haired boy covered his arousal in oil despite the fact they were immersed in water. He didn’t want to chance hurting Marik. Marik wasn’t used to being taken by another man. Bakura positioned himself and behind Marik in the lake. The water wafted around their hips as Bakura pressed inside the virgin channel.

Bakura remained still as Marik straightened, placing his back to Bakura’s chest. Bakura stroked him under the water as he felt Marik clench around him.

Marik’s right arm curved around to bring Bakura closer while the other curved around to Bakura’s hair. “Love you.”

Bakura buried his face in Marik’s neck and planted a kiss. “Love you, Ishtar.”

Bakura began to move into the body. The water rippled and splashed about them as Bakura moved into the body slowly then faster.

Marik’s face grew more red and soon both boys were covered in renewed sweat from the desert heat and their lovemaking.

Marik felt Bakura hit his prostate and he let out a scream of passion.

Marik’s body trembled with excitement as Bakura brought him to the edge of what seemed like insanity.

Bakura felt his climax approaching and was ready to burst. “Ishtar! Gods!” Bakura screamed his passion into his lover’s body.

Marik gasped as he felt Bakura’s hot seed fill him and moaned as his own climax raced towards him. Marik brought Bakura into a kiss and screamed his release into the other’s mouth.

Marik and Bakura collapsed into the water panting and shoving their sweaty faces into the water.

Marik shook his blond hair free of water and smirked. “Didn’t we just ruin our drinking water?”

Bakura smiled and shook his head free of the soothing liquid. “No! It won’t kill you to drink the water.” Bakura scooped a handful of water into his mouth and gulped it with great thirst. “Tastes good now….even if a little salty.”

Marik covered his face laughing. “BAKURA!” He was blushing.

“Don’t get all embaressed, Ishtar! It’s a fact of life!” Bakura floated on the water and sighed contentedly. “Besides, it doesn’t bother me. It still is good water. I could stay here all day.”

Marik smiled and brushed his hand over Bakura’s belly. “Why don’t we, Bakura? We have food and water.”

“And wine!”

Marik nodded. “And wine.”

Bakura smiled and stopped floating. He cupped Marik’s cheeks in his hands. “And we have each other.”

Marik stroked Bakura’s cheek. “We don’t need anything else.”

Bakura smiled and his lover wiped away a tear. “Kiss me again. Please.”

“I’ll be yours forever,” Marik whispered as he leaned into another kiss.

Note: I’m working on the next chappie as we speak, guys!