WARNING: BAKURA X MARIK AT THE SECOND HALF OF THE CHAPPIE. LEMON IS SECTIONED OFF BY A LINE OF (************).

The Millennium Necklace

Marik and Bakura rode to the Ishtar home. The Ishtars lived in a large home by the Nile. Their home and gardens were tended to by servants. Marik snickered as he looked at the house from afar.

“I used to play in the Nile as a child. The servants were always looking after me. I would love to hide in the reeds until the servants found me. During the sunsets, I would sit outside in the gardens and watch the stars come out in the sky.” Marik smiled. “When I was an infant, my mother’s servant would wear me on her back as she cleaned my mother’s linens in the Nile.”

Bakura shrugged. “I remember my mother carrying me to the tavern where my father drunk his wine. That’s about it, though.”

Marik and Bakura approached the house and one of the servants proclaimed his name with excitement.

“Marik! Marik Ishtar! You’ve come home!”

The servant hugged Marik. “What has brought you back home so suddenly?”

Marik hugged the servant and introduced her to Bakura. “This is the woman who I was talking about, Bakura! She was the one who carried me on her back while I was an infant!”

Bakura bowed slightly. “Hello.”

“Marik, why have you come back? I thought you swore never to come back after you left the family for that girl.”

Marik let out a sigh. “Amunet was killed by the pharaoh and his army.”

The servant pat his cheek sympathetically. “I’m sorry, Marik. We cannot question why Ra wished her gone from your life. I know you loved her very much.”

Marik nodded. “Yes, I did. I loved Amunet very much. I have come here to search for a special item. Do you know anything about a new necklace that was brought into our home? It wraps tightly around the neck and there is an Eye in the center of it? Did you ever hear of such a thing?”

The woman nodded. “Your wife, Isis Ishtar, holds the item in question.”

Marik’s eyes widened. “Isis?! I chose not to marry Isis! I married Amunet! Isis is not my wife! Though, her beauty does rival Amunet’s. I need to see my father.”

The woman smiled and pat Marik’s cheek. “Your father is in his library.”

Marik brought Bakura inside the home. “I will go to my father. You find Isis’ necklace.”

Bakura grabbed Marik’s arm. “You have some explaining to do! Isis is your wife?”

Marik sighed. “I was betrothed to Isis when my mother had given birth to me. I was to marry Isis the same year I told my father about Amunet. I remember my father stating that he was going to bring Isis into the family because I was such a disgrace to his honor.”

Bakura grinned, showing his canines. “You handle your father. I can take care of your ‘lovely’ wife!”

Marik grabbed Bakura’s arm. “Itemri, I know what you are capable of. You will not force yourself upon her, nor will you slay her!”

Bakura rolled his eyes. “Marik, what happened to you? You lost the spark already?”

Marik squeezed Bakura’s arm. “You will not put any part of your body or any weapons which may be hanging on your body on her, in her, or through her, understand, Itemri?”

Bakura pulled his arm away. “I understand. I’m here for the Millennium Necklace.”

Marik headed to his father’s library.

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Kaemwaset opened a scroll and read the incantations for continued wealth of the family. Marik opened the door and bowed.

“My father…I have returned.”

Kaemwaset turned around, his eyes narrowing, and his body shaking with rage. “What are you doing home?”

Marik stood up. “I have come to visit the man who gave me life. Is that a crime?”

Kaemwaset clenched his fists and approached his son. “It is a crime to disobey your father’s wishes and abandon your family for a woman clearly below your social rank!”

“But, father, I loved Amunet!”

Kaemwaset spit on the floor is disgust. “You didn’t ‘love’ her, Marik! Love….True love…Pure love…. cannot exist between people of two different classes! You are a noble! You have Power! But you wasted it on a woman with no wealth and no dowry!”

Marik raised his voice. “Love can exist between two people of the same social class! It’s just that you are too blind to see that!”

The man grabbed his son’s robe angrily. “You do NOT talk to me in that tone of voice while you are under my roof! I have already disowned you! You will NOT get my wealth when I die! You will get NOTHING because you disgraced the Ishtar name!”

Marik pulled free of the man’s grasp. “I loved Amunet!”

“Then go back to her, my disobedient son! Go back to your whore!”

Tears welled up in Marik’s eyes. “My Amunet was not a whore! I loved her! Yami’s guards found our settlement and destroyed it. She was killed. The only survivor was my son who they ripped from her body.”

Kaemwaset staggered back. “You had a son? By that girl?”

Marik nodded. “Yes.”

“Then your son is also a disgrace! He will also not get the family wealth!”

Marik crossed his arms. “I am ashamed to tell him about his family anyway!”

Kaemwaset’s body went tense. “That does not bother me, Marik. Your name is not to be heard in my house! You may be ashamed of your family, but that is nothing compared to how ashamed I am of you!”

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Bakura looked around at the fancy paintings done on the walls, the expensive furniture, and the fancy linens decorating the home. Bakura wiped the drool off of his chin. Just a handful of this stuff would feed him for a year! He wouldn’t have to ever steal again!

That would be the ideal life!

But then, he may get bored.

Bakura saw a woman in a bedroom, two servants fanning her. She had blond hair and tan skin. She didn’t have any necklace around her as she fed herself grapes from a bowl.

Bakura shook his head. “Pfft…aristocrats….go figure.”

Bakura sneaked by and saw a woman with long black hair and tan skin. His brown eyes opened wide in wonder. She was beautiful.

The Millennium Necklace circled her delicate neck. Her robe rode low on her shoulders, exposing her tan shoulders and soft, tender breasts.

Bakura wiped the drool off his mouth again. Bakura’s lip curled as

he licked his lips. ‘She has a body that you just want to run your tongue all over,’ Bakura thought as he wiped away more drool.

‘Forget it, though! I have a job to do!’

Bakura stood in the doorway. Taking the item could be fun if done in a gentle way rather than a violent manner. He couldn’t see harming a woman with a delicate body.

“Who are you?!” she gasped.

Bakura cleaned underneath his nails as he leaned against the doorway. “Me? No one in particular. I am an associate of your husband’s. I came to borrow your necklace.”

Isis raised her eyebrow and backed away from the thief. “I have seen the reason for your arrival.”

Isis removed the necklace from her neck. “Please take this and bury it well in your Oasis. It will be found buried there in approximately five thousand years. I or my successor will find it.”

Bakura looked up at her stunned as she placed the necklace in her hand. “You’re…..you’re giving it to me?”

Isis nodded. “Yes. I have foreseen the destruction it will cause if the pharaoh possesses it.”

“You’re not going to make me take it from you by force?”

“No.”

“You’re not going to struggle with me?”

“No.”

“You’re not going to at least pretend you are afraid of me?”

Isis raised her eyebrow. “You wish that I scream?”

Bakura pulled his hair in frustration. “Scream, curse, faint….DO SOMETHING!”

Isis sighed quietly. “Okay. AH! THIEF! Is that better?”

Marik’s mother ran out of her room and screamed in horror. “AH! HELP! A THIEF!”

Bakura turned to Isis and smiled. “Thank you, my noble lady!” Bakura bolted down the hallway towards the library.

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Marik narrowed his eyes and growled at his father. “I will not stand here and allow you to call my Amunet a whore!”

Kaemwaset growled. “As far as I am concerned, your son is a bastard and nothing better than a son of a bitch!”

Marik clenched his fists and punched his father in the jaw. “You are the bastard!”

Kaemwaset punched his son in the jaw. “Your creation was not only a curse, but a mistake! I should have struck you dead in your mother’s womb! Maybe your death would have allowed my wife to conceive a more worthy child than yourself!”

Marik froze, his body gone numb. “You would have killed me in my mother’s womb?! What kind of father are you?!”

“Your creation was an ill omen, Marik Ramses Ishtar! You are not my son! It puzzles me how such a wonderful woman could have pushed an ungrateful dog such as yourself out of her womb!”

Bakura burst in the room to see Marik’s father punching him in the jaw again. Bakura drew his dagger, grabbed Marik’s father by the throat, and held the blade to Kaemwaset’s neck.

“I do not think it would be wise to insult my lover in front of me. If you had not mated with your swine, my lover would not be standing here with me!”

“Did you get my wife’s necklace?”

Bakura nodded as alarmed calls of “THIEF!” came from the hallway. “We have to get out of here, Itemri!”

Kaemwaset looked down at the blade. “If you kill me, you will regret it!”

Bakura chuckled. “That’s what my last 134 victims have told me! Tell me something different and I won’t slit your throat!”

Marik heard the screams of men outside and rushed to the window. “ITEMRI! SOLDIERS! COMING HERE!”

Bakura grinned. “Now this is more like it!” Bakura kept the dagger poised at Kaemwaset’s throat as he took the man’s jewelry and the dagger at his side.

Bakura shoved the gold in the bag with the Necklace. “We’ll have to go out the back, Marik.”

Bakura slashed his victim’s cheek. “Consider that payback for insulting Marik!”

Bakura and Marik ran down the hallway, running out the back. Bakura whistled and their horses jumped the fences. Bakura and Marik mounted their steeds as the soldiers chased them. Bakura took his dagger and pulled tightly on the reigns, making the horse jump over the fence.

“IT’S ITEMRI AND ISHTAR! GET THEM!”

Bakura saw three soldiers outside on horseback and threw Kaemwaset’s dagger at one soldier who prepared to throw his spear.

Marik’s horse jumped over the fence as a crowd of soldiers ran out of the Ishtar residence.

Bakura and Marik ran down the edge of the Nile. Marik directed Bakura along the banks of the water.

“You know this area well?”

“I played along here as a child, remember?”

Bakura looked over his shoulder to see the men advancing on them. He looked down…his horse’s hooves were becoming muddy. “ishtar, this is going to slow us down!”

Marik turned around and saw a soldier pull a dagger from his belt. “One has a dagger! Evade!”

Bakura pulled his horse to the left, followed by Marik. The dagger flew by the side of Bakura’s ear, cutting the air beside him.

“Holy Ra! That dagger almost killed me!”

Marik turned his head and watched as the guards split into three. One guard ran up a hill and started raining arrows down on them. Bakura leaned into his horse’s ear. “Bolt!” The horse gathered speed, increasing the distance between he and the guards.

Marik’s horse yelped in pain as an arrow pierced its shoulder. Bakura grabbed Marik’s arm as the horse fell down. Marik’s body was being dragged across the ground as the arrows fell on them.

“Pull yourself up, Ishtar!”

Marik grabbed the side of Bakura’s horse and pulled himself onto the white stallion. Marik struggled to pull his legs up when another arrow rushed past him almost knocking him completely off.

“Ishtar! I can’t hold you much longer!”

The soldier following them caught up with them and raised his sword ready to bring it down on Marik’s skull.

“MARIK! WATCH OUT!”

Marik removed the dagger from his waist and blocked the sword. The soldier swung again and Marik drove the dagger into the horse’s neck. The horse fell down, crushing its rider beneath its weight.

Marik pulled himself on top of the horse and looked up to see the other soldier pursuing him.

“What happened to the other guy?”

“ITEMRI!”

Bakura and Marik looked ahead and saw Anubis blocking their way. “Damn,” Bakura said looking for a way out.

Marik looked behind him. “Turn around! The guard behind us is dead!”

Bakura turned the horse around and ran, jumping over the fallen corpses of the horse and rider. Anubis pursued them.

Bakura leaned over to his horse. “Bolt!” The horse galloped off, creating more distance between them and the guards. They approached the city gates and gave triumphant squeals as they escaped.

Bakura leaned into his horse’s ear. “Home.”

Marik’s fingers gripped onto Bakura. Both of them panted as adrenaline pumped through their veins. Marik brushed aside Bakura’s hair and pressed a kiss to the back of his lover’s neck.

Bakura turned his head around and became locked in a deep kiss with his lover.

One of Marik’s hands moved to Bakura’s leg and squeezed it.

Bakura pulled away from the kiss first. “Don’t listen to whatever your father told you, Marik.”

“I find it hard to believe that my father wished me dead in my mother’s womb. How could any father say that to his own flesh and blood?”

Bakura narrowed his eyes as he faced forward. “Sometimes I am proud to admit that I have no family. My father told me before he kicked me out of the house that I, too, was a mistake. I was a four year old with no food, no family, and no money. I kept myself going year after year on the streets. Nobody was there to hug me before I fell asleep. Like I said before, Ishtar. You are my family. I don’t need anyone else but you.”

Marik nuzzled into Bakura’s back with a smile. “You are my family, Bakura. You are all I need.”

Bakura and Marik arrived at the oasis. Bakura threw the bag of gold off of his side and pulled Marik into a deep kiss.

Marik gripped Bakura’s shoulders tightly. “I meant it when I said I needed you, Itemri.”

Bakura’s eyes blazed with the type of lust that was fueled by narrow escape from certain death.

*************LEMON BELOW**********

Bakura tugged impatiently at Marik’s waistband made of a piece of tattered purple material. Marik pulled on Bakura’s waistband of tattered red material.

“I need you, Itemri.”

“I need you, Ishtar.”

Bakura took his blade out and cut the material angrily. Marik pulled the waistband from Bakura’s body.

They removed each other’s robes and Bakura pinned Marik to the ground savagely.

Bakura and Marik growled at each other as they looked into each other’s lust-filled eyes.

Bakura growled at his lover, wanting to give his lover some comfort from his father’s comments. Marik growled up at his lover knowing that if what his father said was true, he would not have Bakura.

Marik grabbed Bakura’s face with his fingernails almost piercing Bakura’s cheeks. “Take me now, Itemri!”

Bakura growled, sunk his teeth into Marik’s skin by the collarbone, gripped Marik’s blond hair violently, and rammed himself into his lover’s body below him. Marik didn’t scream anymore when Bakura did this. They had done this too many times for it to make him scream. Yes it was uncomfortable, but he rarely screamed anymore.

“Oh….gods,” Marik whimpered as Bakura growled into the skin where he had bitten Marik.

Bakura’s hands pinned Marik’s wrists to the sand. Bakura’s body shuddered as the initial feeling of invading his lover subsided. Bakura moved in and out of his lover, making Marik snarl with every penetration.

“Gods….so tight…..Ishtar……Come for me,” Bakura growled as he jammed himself harder into his lover, pounding Marik’s prostate with increasing vigor.

Marik tilted his head back as Bakura captured his left nipple in his mouth. The blond began shifting himself upwards, thrusting against his lover.

Marik almost felt himself sink, testifying that Bakura was indeed pounding him into the sand.

Bakura left Marik’s nipple and looked his lover in the eye. “Come for me, Marik….”

“Bakura…..I---.”

Bakura growled. “Come for me and I will come for you!” Bakura grabbed Marik’s weeping arousal, pumping it with his vigorous rhythm.

Marik arched his back and let out an ear-piercing scream as his muscles tensed, sending his essence between he and his lover.

Bakura screamed with his lover, filling Marik’s channel with his hot white fluid.

Bakura collapsed and panted heavily. Marik’s body stopped shuddering and flipped Bakura on his back savagely kissing Bakura’s neck, sucking at the flesh. Marik took a peaked nipple between his lips, sucking at it with greed.

Bakura wrapped his arms around Marik, digging his nails across Bakura’s skin. “Ishtar…..gods, I love you!”

Marik kissed down to Bakura’s belly, licking off the salty residue of his own release.

“Ishtar, please, I need you inside me.”

Marik placed two fingers into Bakura’s entrance and felt the white-haired man tense and squirm under his touch.

Marik kissed lower, licking some remnants of Bakura’s earlier release off of his manhood. “Ishtar…..please.”

Marik positioned himself at Bakura’s entrance and pressed himself inside. Bakura gasped and moaned loudly as Marik stretched his body to accommodate him more easily.

Marik moved within him, groaning into his lover’s ear. “Itemri….so good.”

Bakura’s body shuddered with each penetration by his lover. Marik felt Bakura’s body closing in on him, gripping him tightly.

Marik’s screams of pleasure combined with Bakura’s. Marik slammed into Bakura ‘s prostate, making him plead.

“Ishtar…need you…”

“Come on, Itemri…come for me..”

“Harder….deeper…..Marik, pound me…..please…”

Marik banged into him harder, their skin slapping together, their bodies dripping with sweat.

“Gods..Itemri..so tight!”

Marik took a hold of Bakura’s hair and brought him into a deep kiss. “Ishtar…I’m close!”

“I can feel it, Bakura….Please! Let go!”

Bakura wrapped his legs around Marik’s hips, pulling him closer. Bakrua arched his back and let out a wail as he covered Marik’s body with his essence. Marik threw his head back and shuddered as he spilled himself into Bakura’s body.

Marik collapsed on Bakura’s body, shuddering. “Gods, I love you, Itemri.”

Bakura smiled, “I love you, too, Marik.”