BAKURA / MARIK SHOUENEN-AI!!!
(two men kissy-kissy)
First Kiss
Bakura gripped the reigns of
the horse as they rode towards the desert. Marik looked over at his companion.
His eyes were narrowed and his fingers looked tense. He looked stiff all over.
Marik sighed as he thought of the girl in the brothel. Even for a moment,
physical contact was comforting.
“Bakura? Did you..enjoy
your girl?”
Bakura glared at Marik and
returned his eyes in front of him. A growl churned in his throat. “Rayna is pregnant…and Khalfani
wants her to kill the baby.”
Marik’s eyes widened. “What?
Why?”
Bakura snorted. “PROFIT! For a few extra pennies, he’s willing to let this
child die! I never liked the aristocrats…no offence, Ishtar.”
“Khalfani
is upper class? I wouldn’t have guessed that.”
“He gets a lot of money for
that brothel and from those girls. He profits from my girl sleeping with crude,
drunken freaks! And here my girl has barely enough clothes to hide her pregnant
belly.”
Marik stopped his horse. “You
know, Itemri, not all aristocrats are money-hungry.
If I wanted to be money-hungry, I would not have defied my parents to live with
Amunet.”
Bakura stopped and turned his horse around to face
Marik.
“I stayed with Amunet because I loved her! I didn’t stay with her because
my family received a huge dowry. Love is
more powerful to me than money. It has always been that way for me. Yes, I
could have left her, Bakura. But, I loved her.
Try to put a price on someone you love. Now, try to put a price on
knowing that your wife is going to give birth to your first child. No gold can pay for those experiences.” Marik lowered his eyes. “No amount of gold is
going to bring my wife and baby back from the grave. And that is the way it is
going to be for the rest of my life.”
Marik passed Bakura remained
silent. Bakura followed Marik when a spear flew in front of Bakura’s face and
became embedded in the wall.
“Sweet
“What? Where?”
“There’s the thief! Get him!”
“Ride, Damn
it!”
Marik’s horse darted away.
Bakura saw a gleam of metal some distance ahead. “Marik, let me lead! We’re
running into a trap!” Bakura leaned over
to his horse’s ear. “Lead!”
The horse passed Marik and
darted left into a skinny alley Bakura emerged and turned left as a
group of soldiers approached at full speed. “Turn!” The horse turned around
sharply and Bakura grabbed a wooden staff. He held it out like a javelin and
knocked an approaching soldier from his horse. Bakura stopped and jumped off
his steed.
“Itemri! What
are you doing?”
“Getting
weapons! This is how you evade
capture, Ishtar!! You don’t escape Pharaoh Yami’s
army without weapons!”
Bakura grabbed the man’s
sword and mounted his steed. They rode straight and Bakura lifted his sword. He
cut a rope making nuts and dates fall to the ground.
“What was that for?”
“The horses won’t run over
the nuts! It gets caught in their shoes!”
The horses stopped behind the
fallen food.
“How do you know that, Itemri?”
“Years of experience!”
A spear flew at them again
and Bakura directed Marik left.
Bakura turned right to the
other street and stopped.
“Anubis!”
Anubis grinned. “I have you again, Bakura! This time there
is no escape!”
Marik turned around and saw
more soldiers closing in on them.
“It’s time to watch you hang
by your neck, Bakura!”
Bakura turned around to Marik.
“Do you trust me?”
“Not really,” Marik said,
jittering.
“Sorry, Anubis! You’re not going to hang he
today! UP!”
Bakura’s horse jumped on a
stone table decorated with jewelry. The
horse ran on the stone table passing the soldiers. Marik followed, thanking
every god in heaven and hell that is father gave him riding lessons when he was
a child. Bakura’s horse jumped over the
back row of soldiers and Bakura reached out, grabbing a handful of gold
necklaces and bracelets.
Bakura let out a shriek of
victory and they rode away at full gallop.
“Until next
time, Anubis! Better luck next time!”
Bakura grabbed a lit torch
and lead Marik into the desert.
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Bakura lead Marik into the
desert.
“Where are we going?”
“I’m going to take you to my
home.”
Bakura lead Marik to the
Bakura eventually
stopped. He dismounted his horse and
kneeled on the sand.
“Itemri,
this is no time to pray!”
“I’m finding my home’s
entrance! Give me a moment, Ishtar!”
Bakura dug his hand through
the sand until he grabbed a piece of fabric and brushed off the sand. Bakura lifted the material and a flight of
concrete steps were revealed.
Bakura took his horse’s
reigns and stroked its nose. “Down, girl.” Marik watched in surprise as this horse
descended the stairs.
“You should bring your horse
down into our home. Otherwise, she could suffocate in a sand storm.”
“OUR home?” Bakura stopped and turned. He looked up at Marik
holding the torch, the firelight illuminating his features.
“Unless you have another home
to go home to, I suggest you bring you and your beast downstairs.”
Marik groaned. “And how in
the name of
Bakura rolled his eyes. “Grab
your horse’s reigns and tell him to come down.”
Marik struggled to get his
horse down the stairs.
Bakura put his horse in a
corner lined with hay. He removed the
horse’s reigns and pet the horse’s neck. “That’s my
good girl. You really saved our asses
today. I’m proud of you.”
Marik raised an eyebrow. “You
talk to your horse like that?”
“If it wasn’t for my mare, I
would have been in Yami’s jail at least one hundred times. She is also the reason why my neck is safe
for another day.” Bakura pressed his cheek against the horse’s neck. “Isn’t
that right, my girl?”
The horse whinnied and shook
its tail.
Bakura reached into a bucket
and brought out two apples. He gave one to his own horse and one to Marik’s
horse.
Marik looked around at the
small room. Bakura had another pile of
straw covered with a sheet of purple satin. On the walls were carvings from the
Book of the Dead. A sarcophagus had a white linen draped over it and a small bucket was full of
nuts, dates, apples, and some preserved meat.
“You live here, Itemri?”
“It used to be a tomb. But, after a thief pillaged it, the family
decided to move their dearly departed elsewhere.”
“Did YOU pillage it?”
Bakura placed the jewelry he
stole into a small chest that was already filled with emeralds, diamonds, and
rubies. “I would not raid a child’s tomb
for somewhere to live, Marik Ishtar. I do have my
morals, as hard as it is for you to believe.”
“This was a child’s tomb?”
“Correction….A
royal child’s tomb. It was said to belong to a child of the High
Priest Seth. The High Priest had tried
without luck to produce an heir to the throne. It’s said that Pharaoh Yami does
not…….particularly prefer the company of women, so Yami’s chances of fathering
an heir to the throne is slim. Yami would have to be intoxicated on palm wine
to touch a female. The High Priest had
fathered a baby girl, but the baby had died of fever. They buried her here and her corpse, her
jewels, everything….was stolen and desecrated. Seth moved the infant’s body, or
what was left of it, to Pharaoh Yami’s tomb to allow the infant to its eternal
sleep in peace. But,
no. I would not pillage an infant’s tomb.”
Marik examined the carvings. “These
carvings are recent.”
“I’ve been living here for
only a short amount of time. I was lucky to have found this crypt to stay in.”
Marik went to the bed of
straw covered by the satin cloth. He sat down and covered his face. “My Amunet will never have a tomb like this. My baby boy will never have a place like this
to sleep. And now my father has
eliminated me from inheriting my family’s burial grounds. I guess I’ll end up
lying in a tomb of sand, too….food for the jackals and the asps.”
Bakura sighed and walked over
to Marik. He sat down and put his arm
around Marik. The thief one of the hands that covered his companion’s face and pressed it to his heart. With his other arm he pulled Marik’s head
against his chest.
Marik’s eyes shot open when
he felt Bakura plant a tiny kiss on his forehead. Marik sat up and pulled his
hand from Bakura’s grasp. “Why did you do that?”
Bakura looked down at the
floor and shrugged. “You were feeling down and I figured I had to do something
to make you feel better.”
Marik cocked his head to the
side. “But why kiss me?”
“When that girl held you in the
brothel, you looked content. Sweet Isis, Marik, both of us were
nearly killed tonight! For a moment, I
almost gave up. I figured if a girl
kissing you will make it better, I decided to give it a try. Did it work?”
“But…I’m…not attracted to
men.”
Bakura leaned back a bit. “Don’t
tell me your adrenaline wasn’t going a mile a minute as we were running from
Yami’s army! Don’t tell me that you didn’t
at least look at my ass as I was riding my horse! Look, you don’t have to be attracted to me
for me to kiss you. I did that to make
you feel better.”
Marik bit his lip.
“Tell me honestly, Ishtar. Did my kiss make you feel a little better? I
deserve to know if it did or not.”
Marik turned his head away
from Bakura, his shoulders heaving. “Yes…..it did.”
“Then you must be at least a
little attracted to men, then, Marik.”
Marik shook his head. “No…I
can’t be…”
Bakura folded his arms. “There’s
no shame to admit that you enjoyed that quick kiss, Marik. Love is love, Ishtar…plain
and simple.”
Marik turned around. “It did
make me feel better, Itemri. I don’t know why I
enjoyed it. I shouldn’t have!”
“Who says? Your body is going
to react to it if you enjoy it or not. I’ve learned that the hard way. You enjoyed it because it was what you
needed.”
Marik nodded. “I did need
that.”
Bakura leaned forward and
gazed into the purple eyes of his companion.
Bakura cupped Marik’s left cheek in his hand, moving his thumb lightly
over the lips. “I want to give you more
of what you need, Marik.”
Bakura leaned into Marik
slowly, stopping short of Marik’s lips. “May I kiss you again?”
Marik let out a sharp breath
and whispered, “Yes…..Itemri.”
Bakura slowly pressed his
lips to Marik and sheepishly slipped in the tongue past the barrier of Marik’s
teeth. Marik opened his mouth to allow
the kiss to become deeper. Marik
brought his hand up to Bakura’s shoulder gripping it gently. The blonde’s tongue brushed up against
Bakura’s invading tongue, stroking it and brushing up against it gently. The
white-haired thief moaned into the kiss, tasting the blond’s mouth, which was
sweet as honey.
Marik’s hand moved up to
Bakura’s neck, caressing the flesh gently.
Bakura pulled back hesitantly. Marik’s eyes were filled with tears.
“Ishtar?
Why are you crying?”
“That felt……so good…..”
Bakura brought Marik into his
arms as Marik whimpered. “Amunet….I love you. I’m
going to miss you.”
Bakura ran his hand through
the blond’s hair and sighed. “She’s going to miss you, too, Ishtar.
But you know what? The gods have sent me to you for a reason. The gods wanted
to make certain you would not be alone after the death of your wife. That is why I am here with you right now,
holding you in my arms. Because right
now, Marik Ishtar, you need me here to hold you.”
Marik nodded and buried his
face in Bakura’s robe. “Don’t leave me, Bakura. Please don’t leave me alone.”
Bakura nuzzled his cheek into
Marik’s hair. “I never will, Marik.”
Bakura held Marik until Marik
cried himself to sleep. Bakura remained awake all night watching him by the
light of the torch.