MARIK X BAKURA LEMON AT END OF CHAPPIE…(separated by (*****).
Last Time
Marik and Bakura rode to Yami’s father’s tomb. They chipped
away the seal and entered the tomb cautiously. Marik lead the way, watching
every step. They found the treasure
chambers and the Millennium Rod on an altar all by itself. Bakura stopped Marik from racing towards the
item.
Bakura raised an eyebrow and took a shield. He reached for the Millennium Rod when they
heard what sounded like a whistle. From the wall shot tiny darts. Bakura held
the shield up to his face and was knocked on his back.
Marik ran up to him and looked at the shield. The shield was
covered in tiny darts. Marik removed one
of the darts that was covered with a sticky substance.
“Poison darts.”
Bakura looked at the shield. “I would have been dead in no
time!”
Marik reached for the Millennium Rod and removed it from the
altar. Suddenly, the room started
filling with sand! The door to the
chamber began closing!
The sand came from the ceiling and the walls. Marik gripped
the golden item.
“I can’t see, Itemri! Where is the
door?!”
Bakura grabbed Marik’s robe and pulled him. “The door is
closing!”
The sand rained on top of them, preventing them from seeing
the door clearly. The door started to
shut on them! Bakura grabbed a gold item and jammed the door with it long
enough to pull Marik out of the room.
The door slammed shut and Marik’s eyes became watery with the
sand.
“We were almost killed, Bakura!”
Bakura shrugged. “I think that was the closest call that we
had in a long time!”
Marik helped Bakura to his feet and looked at the Millennium
Rod in his hand. A bright red glow emanated from the Rod as Marik held it in
his hand.
Bakura staggered back. “That’s strange! The same thing
happened when I put the Millennium Ring around my neck for the first time!”
Marik raised an eyebrow. He pulled on the opposite sides of
the Rod and a dagger was revealed. “So the legend is true! The scroll said that
there was a dagger hidden within this Millennium Item. This metal…doesn’t look forged by human
hands, does it?”
Bakura looked at the metal and touched the blade. “I am an
expert of daggers and weaponry and I have never seen a metal look like
this. What forge created this item?”
Marik returned the Millennium Rod to its earlier appearance
and carried it as they headed for the entrance of the tomb.
Bakura looked out and saw the sand flying around the desert.
“It’s a sandstorm! We can’t go out in this! We’ll suffocate!”
Marik sighed. “Then we’ll have to stay here for the night. No
one will find us here.
Bakura and Marik ran out for their horses and brought them
inside the tomb. Bakura gathered
parchment and used his stones to make a fire in the burial chamber. Bakura gave the horses some bread. Marik cleared off the bed that was covered
with more treasures.
Bakura handed Marik a piece of bread as he looked around the
room. Yami’s father’s sarcophagus stood
on the opposite side of the room. The only light in the room came from the fire
Bakura had made. Marik chewed on the
bread as Bakura looked at the Millennium Eye.
“I hope
Bakura bit into his bread again. “Sandstorms have happened
before. This wouldn’t be the first time.”
Marik shivered as a cold wind blew through the tomb. “I’m not
so sure.”
Bakura stood up and went to the corner of the room. He
returned with some spices and herbs that he threw on the fire.
“What are you doing, Itemri?”
“Offerings.
We have to pray to Osiris to keep us safe.”
“Why not prayed to
Bakura finished his bread.
“I pray to her, too, Ishtar.”
Bakura kneeled before the fire:
“Goddess and Queen, turn your face
Look at us with your beauty and grace!
Forgive our wrongs, forgive our crime
Take these our offerings as our penitent sign.”
Bakura sat down again. “I said my prayers, Marik. That’s the best I can do.”
Marik looked into the fire and thought about where they were
camping. “Bakura, do you think of your
afterlife?”
Bakura looked into the crackling embers. “Somehow, I don’t believe I’m going to have
the same afterlife as the pharaoh. No one will guide me through the
underworld. There is one thing I always
wanted in my afterlife.”
Marik raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?”
Bakura sighed. “I
always dreamed that in my afterlife, the nobility would be my servants. I would
be the one with all the riches and gold.
They would have to serve my every whim.
They couldn’t put their hands on me. No one would hurt me the way they
used to. I would be strong and powerful. I wouldn’t be afraid to exercise my
power either. My servants wouldn’t
question me.”
Marik sighed. “In my afterlife, nobody will be able to tell
me what to do. I would be the one giving the orders. Take what I want when I
wanted it! I would make my servants
obey! Nobody is going to be like my father and tell me what I should and should
not do!”
Bakura smiled. “I know one person that I want to be with in
my afterlife, Marik.” Bakura stood up and moved in front of Marik.
Marik rose to his knees in front of his lover, his hands
rising and coming to rest on Bakura’s hips. “Who is that, love?”
“You,” Bakura whispered as his fingers brushed through
Marik’s blond hair. Bakura leaned down
and took Marik into a deep, sensual kiss.
****************MARIK X BAKURA BELOW**********
Marik slowly untied the red material from Bakura’s
waist. He let the material fall as the
weapons attached to it fell to the ground.
Bakura removed his robe, revealing himself
naked by the fire.
Marik stood up and Bakura brought him into another deep kiss.
Soon Marik was naked like his lover. Bakura’s hands cupped Marik’s cheeks and
slid them down his body, gently pressing on the skin. Bakura’s hands stopped on Marik’s chest and
he smiled. “I can feel your heartbeat, Marik.”
Marik pressed his hands against Bakura’s chest. “So can I, Itemri. Do you know how much I
love you?”
Bakura brought Marik against him, one hand delicately
touching the round buttocks of his lover, the other wrapping around to Marik’s
back. “I want to make love to you, Marik
Ishtar.”
Marik’s hands wrapped around Bakura’s
back, feeling every muscle twitch under his touch, every inch of skin heating
under his caress.
“Please, Itemri. I want you. I need you. I love you.”
Bakura lead Marik to the bed and laid his lover on the
mattress. Bakura climbed on top of Marik and settled himself between his
lover’s legs.
“Itemri? Have you ever…..you know….in a royal
tomb?”
Bakura shook his head. “Not really. Not THIS anyway. I guess there’s a first time for everything,
huh?”
Marik brought Bakura’s head down. “Kiss me.”
*****LEMON BELOW*****
Bakura pressed his lips to Marik,
gently pressing his warm tongue into his lover’s other hot cavern. Bakura’s hands slid down the sides of his
lover’s body, his fingertips gliding over each and every pore and ribcage. Bakura’s lips trailed down to Marik’s neck,
kissing each pulsing vein. Marik’s fingers tangled in Bakura’s white hair. “Oh, Itemri. I love you.”
Bakura traced Marik’s collarbone with his tongue, making his
lover suck in air though his clenched teeth.
Marik loaned as Bakura kissed his chest softly, taking a
perking nipple between his lips and suckling on it. Marik wrapped his arms
around Bakura and turned himself into the warm heat.
The blond arched his back at the pleasurable sensations. “Bakura,” Marik moaned the name as if it were
part of a prayer to the heavens.
Bakura moved his hips, rubbing himself against his lover’s
groin. Marik spread his legs further,
giving his lover closer access to his private areas. Marik moved with his lover, teasing each
other with their bodies.
Bakura looked down at his lover, their bodies slowly being
covered with their pre-passion sweat.
Purple eyes locked with the chocolate pools above them in a
silent dialogue. They could tell how
much the other needed them. How deeply they both wanted the other. And how deeply they loved each other.
Bakura kissed lower to Marik’s belly, acutely aware of a damp
wetness coming from his chest which touched Marik’s arousal.
Bakura arrived at the head of Marik’s manhood and licked
around the hardening flesh.
Marik opened his legs further and reached over into the bag
by the bed for the scented oil they bought in
Bakura opened the bottle and spread the slick substance over
his fingers. Bakura engulfed his lover’s sex in his warm cavern as he slid two
fingers into Marik’s body.
Marik gasped, his fingers slowly reaching for Bakura’s spiky
hair. When his fingers reached the
angelic strands, Marik stroked them gently.
Bakura licked up the undercarriage of his lover, making Marik
moan and squirm under him. The
white-haired man felt his lover’s body clenching onto him inside. Bakura could
feel Marik’s muscles contracting and expanding around the digits.
“Sweet
“Itemri…please…I want you…..let me
taste you.”
Bakura shifted around so he would not have to stop his
motions on his lover as Marik took him into his mouth. Side-by-side they laid as they stretched and
kissed each other.
Bakura let out a moan as Marik deep-throated him, suctioning
his member desperately.
Marik failed to resist the urge to bring himself deeper into
his lover’s cavern. Bakura added a third
finger and Marik’s moan vibrated across Bakura.
Bakura stopped. “Ishtar, I need to be inside of you.”
Bakura moved and coated his arousal with the scented oil.
Their eyes locked again as Bakura pressed himself into the whimpering body
beneath him.
Marik cupped Bakura’s face in his hands, brushing away a tear
with his thumb. “Itemri,
why are you crying?”
“Because I love you so much, Marik. I don’t know what I would do without
you.”
Marik smiled as he felt his lover’s throbbing arousal planted
deep inside of him. “I wouldn’t be the same without you, love.”
Bakura started moving within his lover slowly, lifting a leg
slightly to gain better access to Marik’s entire internal system.
Marik let out a moan as Bakura touched him deeper. Bakura could feel his aching flesh inside
Marik struggling to hold back.
Bakura started to move more desperately as Marik’s hardening
flesh seeped out translucent fluid.
“Bakura, make love to me…Please. Harder.
I need you.”
Bakura leaned over Marik, moving more desperately into his
body, and slamming into his prostate.
A drop of sweat fell from Marik’s forehead and onto the
mattress below him.
“I need you, Bakura. Deeper….Harder…Please.”
Bakura slammed into Marik, making Marik shudder and whimper
with each invasion into his body.
Marik began moaning louder until he threw his head back. “Itemri…Please….Come for me!”
“I love you, Marik!”
Bakura slammed into Marik, pressing himself as deeply as he
could and brought Marik into a tight kiss.
Marik’s eyes opened wide as he felt Bakura’s body spill into
him. Bakura collapsed as he felt Marik’s
erection pressing against his skin.
“Marik…*pant*….gods…*pant*…love you…*pant*,” Bakura struggled
to get out.
Marik grabbed the bottle of oil and Bakura laid
on his stomach beside him.
Marik coated his arousal and kneeled behind Bakura. Bakura
moaned as his lover pressed his arousal into him. Marik moved immediately, his body surrounded
by tightness and heat.
Marik grabbed Bakura’s hips, bringing him closer. Bakura let Marik pull his hips against him as
he moaned his pleasure from the mattress.
Marik struck Bakura’s prostate directly, reviving Bakura’s
weeping arousal.
The white-haired man moaned and whimpered as Marik attacked
his prostate with increased savagery.
“’
Marik pulled Bakura’s back to his chest and started pumping
his lover with his penetrations.
Bakura turned his head to bring his lover into a deep kiss.
“Come for me, Ishtar. Show me you love me,” Bakura whispered
as Marik pulled Bakura closer with a bruising grip.
Marik threw his head back, his body convulsing with his
orgasm, and flooding his lover’s channel with his essence. Bakura threw his
head back and covered Marik’s hand and the bed with more release.
After his body stopped quivering from
his orgasm, Bakura smiled back at Marik.
“My Ishtar,” Bakura whispered as he kissed his lover.
“My lover,” Marik whispered as he held Bakura against his
body.