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Vices	By : MarikIshtar77 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2230 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Vices

Part 2 of 2
            “What the fuck is your goddamn problem, Bakura! Malik is MINE. Understand me? M-I-N-E, MINE. If you ever even THINK of laying a hand on him again, I swear to the gods I’ll
crush your skull with my bare hands, you FOOL!” Marik roared in Bakura’s face; his eyes
burning with rage.
Unfazed by Marik’s fury, Bakura rolled his eyes and lit up a cigarette. “I already told you,
moron; Malik was asking for it. Why else would he have been parading around me naked? He
was practically throwing himself at me! I was only giving him what he wanted.”
Marik glared sharply as he slammed down his empty beer bottle. “You really have some nerve,
asshole. What the hell kind of dope are you on?”
Bakura took a lazy drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out through his nostrils. “Just sit
down and chill. I won’t do it again, okay? Malik’s all your’s. Happy now?”
Marik twisted off the cap of another beer bottle and leered evilly at Bakura. “You’d better mean
that, if not-”
Bakura smirked as he tipped the rim of his beer bottle to his lips. “Yeah, yeah, just give it a rest
already. Of course I mean it, are you calling me a liar?”
Marik walked over to the refrigerator and opened up the freezer. He took out a gallon of
Chocolate Raspberry Truffle ice cream and got a spoon out of one of the drawers. “You know
Bakura, you really piss me off.” Marik glared as he walked out of the kitchen, mumbling under
his breath. ‘Arrogant, shit for brains, tomb-robber...grrr.’
            Malik turned off the water and patted his face dry with a soft, white towel. His eyes
looked so tired; he really needed a nap. A hangover and all the commotion were not mixing well
at all. Malik heard a knock on the door and used caution before opening it. “Who is it?”
“It’s Marik, duh. Unlock this fucking door.”
Malik unlocked the door. “It’s open.”
Marik let himself into the bathroom and stood next to Malik. “You okay?”
Malik nodded his head. “Yeah, just great. Whoo-hoo, life’s a breeze.” He sarcastically remarked.
Life was anything but a breeze right now. It was more like a raging sandstorm in the Sahara.
Marik set the gallon of Chocolate Raspberry Truffle ice cream on the counter and looked at his
other half for a few seconds. “I took care of Bakura.” He said seriously as he turned to leave.
Malik grabbed his shoulder. “Stop, Marik, please. Wait.”
Marik stopped and looked back, a little surprised Malik had reached out to him. “What?”
Malik reached for Marik’s hand and pulled him back into the bathroom. “Thanks for saving my
ass.”
Marik cracked a little grin. “Literally. I really need to get going now. I have 3 pizzas in the car
waiting to be delivered and you could get into deep shit if I don’t get my ass out of here.”
Malik bit his lip. “Please don’t leave. I don’t want to stay here alone with Bakura.”
Marik put his hands on Malik’s shoulders and gently pushed him out of his way. “I’ll un-block
our mind-link while I’m away, okay? Bakura won’t be bothering you again though, I assure you
that.”
Malik smiled as he felt Marik’s dark presence enter into his mind; giving him the reassurance
he needed. Very rarely did Marik allow this; it actually felt kind of good.
Marik gave Malik a quick kiss on the cheek and hurried back out of the bathroom. “I’ll be back
in and hour; see you later, little honey!”

            “What! That mother-fucker is dead, let me tell you! DEAD! I’ll mummify him using his
intestines! Ra-damn him!” Bakura shouted at the top of his lungs as he threw the cap from his
beer directly at Ryou’s head.
Ryou dodged the beer cap and tensed up. “Stop Bakura, that’s a bit harsh, don’t you think? All
he did is stiff me out of fifty dollars.”
Bakura grabbed his black leather trench coat and yanked it on. “NO! I don’t!!” He snarled,
grabbing a baseball ball that was leaning on the wall next to the door. “C’mon Ryou, it’s time to
go play a little hardball with the Pharaoh!”
“Whoo! Go you! Remember, hands off Malik! Bye!” Marik laughed at Bakura as he whizzed out
the door.
Bakura rolled his eyes. “Freak.” He growled under his breath as he firmly gripped the handle of
the bat and swung it over his shoulder. “C’mon, Ryou. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
Ryou stared nervously at the bat in Bakura’s hands. “Uhhh.....Do I really have to?”

            After an hour, Marik returned home. He found the house totally quiet and completely
cleaned up. He set down the two extra pizzas he’d brought home and looked around curiously.
“Malik? You here?”
“Bedroom!” Malik answered from down the hall. Marik grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator
and went to the bedroom. He found Malik in his underwear laying on his bed talking on the
telephone. “I’ll call you back later sis, Marik’s home now.” Malik said before disconnecting the
call. He smiled up at Marik. “Hey, your home. How was work?”
Marik sat down next to Malik and grinned. “I smell like a raunchy fucking pepperoni. Feel like
running me a bubble bath?”
“Why don’t you run me a bubble bath, fucker.” Malik snickered.
Marik crawled on top of Malik and started tickling his stomach. “What was that again?”
“Hey, get off of me! I can’t run you a bubble bath if you’re squishing me to death!” Malik
giggled as his tried to wiggle out from under his darker half’s tickle torture.
Marik pinned Malik’s shoulders to the bed and kissed the tip of his nose. He gave Malik a quick
wink as he released him and flopped onto his back next to him. They both looked at each other
through their reflections in the mirror above the bed.
“So how are you doing?” Marik yawned.
“I’ve been worse.” Malik sighed.
Marik felt something crunching under his back, so he reached underneath himself to see what it
was. He cocked his head curiously as he held up a wrinkled old magazine picture. “You still
have this old thing?”
Malik reached over and snatched the old picture out of Mark’s hand. He quickly folded it in half
and stashed it between the mattresses. He’d saved the picture from the magazine he’d found on
the ground many years ago back in Egypt. No matter how many times he wanted to throw it
away and forget about his past, he couldn’t bring himself to let go. The picture was just another
memento of his shitty unchangeable past.
Marik stretched his arms above his head and yawned. “I have an idea. How about we both take a
bubble bath together?”
Malik rolled his eyes as he got off of the bed and whacked Marik with a pillow. “I have a better
idea; let’s not, and say we did.”
Marik grabbed the pillow out of Malik’s hands and grinned as he sat up. “Whatever. Either way,
you’re still running the water.”
Malik rolled his eyes and sighed as he left to run Marik’s water for his bubble bath.
*3 days later*

            “Marik? Can you get the door? I’m kinda busy in here...” Malik yelled from the
bathroom.
Marik set down the crossword puzzle he was working on and went to see who was lurking
behind door number one. “Oh, it’s just you.” Marik grumbled as he left Bakura inside.
“*hiccup* Yeah, it’s me.” Bakura snapped sharply as he threw his suitcase down. “I need to
crash here for a *hiccup* while. Ryou fucking kicked me out.”
Marik snickered as he grabbed two beers out of the refrigerator, handing one off to Bakura.
Bakura’s eyes were glassy, and his nostrils looked a little red. He had dark circles under his eyes
and looked as if he hadn’t slept for the past three days; not to mention he reeked like a booze
and sex. Marik was almost certain he knew why Ryou had kicked him out again, but he had to
ask to be sure. “What for this time?” He smirked, tossing his beer cap into the sink than hoisting
his butt up onto the counter top.
Bakura twisted his beer cap off with his teeth and spit it toward the sink. “*hiccup* I don’t
fucking know. He’s such a *hiccup* little bitch. All he does is whine.”
Marik couldn’t help but laugh at Bakura. It was just like him to ignore his own vices and point
guilt toward another’s.
Bakura leaned back against the refrigerator door and sighed as he sunk down into a sitting
position. “Got any eye drops?”
            Malik wrapped himself up in a fluffy white towel and moved towards the door to see if
he could hear who had just stopped over. ‘Bakura...go figure. I wonder why he’s here?’ He
thought to himself as he darted across the hall to his bedroom. He quickly dressed himself in a
pair of snug fitting grey sweat-pants and a red over-sized t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off.
Today was his day off. He was going to try to spend it being as lazy as humanly possible, even if
there was a fucked up thief and a crazy demon in his kitchen. Malik grabbed a pair of gold
earrings off the table next to his bed and put them in as he headed towards the living-room.
            Marik rolled his eyes at Malik as he laid a passed out Bakura on the sofa.
Malik cracked a small grin. “Is he alive?” He laughed, actually surprised to see Bakura in such a
comatose state. Marik waved for Malik to follow him into the kitchen.
“Right before he passed out he told me he and the Pharaoh just spent the past 72 hours partying
at some sleazy hotel.” Marik explained as he pulled a gallon of Chocolate Raspberry Truffle ice
cream out of the freezer. Malik instinctively went for the silverware drawer, reaching for a
spoon. “Ryou was pissed at him for not calling or some shit, so he told Bakura he could get the
fuck out.” Marik elaborated as he set the ice cream down on the counter next to Malik.
“So we have to get stuck with him just because Ryou’s mad? Ryou is being a little bitch if you
ask me.” Malik smirked as he popped off the cover to the ice cream.
Marik laughed as he reached up and lightly touched Malik’s cheek with his fingertips. “An
angel’s face with the devil’s grin...I like it.”
Malik smirked as he spooned out some ice cream and held it out for Marik. “We can’t really
blame Ryou for kicking him to the curb though. I mean, I would have given you the boot ages
ago if you were as fucking nasty as Bakura. Gods, I can smell him from all the way in here! Do
we have any of that air-freshener spray stuff left? Peee-Yew!
Marik almost choked on a chocolate truffle laughing at Malik. His eyes started to water as he
gasped for air. Fortunately the truffle went down and Marik caught his breath. “Malik, shut up!
You’re going to kill me!” He laughed as he punched Malik in the arm.
Malik grinned as he handed Marik the spoon. “I’m going to go call Ryou and tell he needs to get
his ass over here.”

            Ryou quickly arrived at the Ishtar residence, looking like he’d just sprinted the entire
Boston marathon in less than 10 minutes. He looked a mess, like he had been up for a few days
straight.
Malik led Ryou over to the sofa and grinned at the thief’s hikari. “I hope you brought a wheel
barrow.”
Ryou frowned down at Bakura passed out of the sofa. “I apologize, Malik. I should have realized
he would come here.”
Malik shrugged his shoulders and smiled at Ryou. “He’s passed out a few minutes after he got
here, so he wasn’t much of a problem this time.”
Ryou took another look at Bakura and sighed disgustedly. He tried shaking his yami, but Bakura
was dead to the world. Ryou scratched his head. “Uh, Malik? Do you by chance have a
wheelbarrow?”
Marik walked into the living-room munching on a handful of pretzels. He stood between Malik
and Ryou and grinned mischievously. “I’ve seen Bakura like this before; he won’t be up
anytime soon. We might as well go out or something. Feel like hitting up the bars for a few
hours?”
*A few hours later*
            The rain pounded down heavily from the dark sky as Malik, Marik, and Ryou raced up to
the front door. “This fucking weather is snuffing out my buzz.” Malik griped as he unlocked the
front door.
“Hn, I think you look kinda hot all soaking wet.” Marik smirked as he ducked under the over-hang of the roof.
Malik groaned and he opened the door.
“Is he awake?” Ryou whispered as they stumbled into the dark house. They’d all had a few too
many drinks while out bar-hopping.
Suddenly, the light flipped on and Bakura stood in front of them looking extremely strung out
and awfully pissed off. “Alright, who the fuck is going to die first?” Bakura snarled evilly,
cracking his knuckles.
Marik rolled his eyes and shoved his way past the tomb-robber. “YOU, now get out of my way,
FOOL.”
Bakura caught a glimpse of Ryou hiding behind Malik and completely forgot about Marik. A
small smile crept across his face. “Uhh...Ryou, I didn’t expect to see you here.”
Ryou stepped out from behind Malik, and glared at Bakura. He crossed his arms and frowned.
“I’m only here because Malik and Marik shouldn’t have to put up with you.”
Malik stepped aside and watched as Bakura approached Ryou. Bakura tipped Ryou’s chin up
with his thumb and looked down at him. “Have you been drinking?” He ask softly.
Ryou narrowed his eyes an smirked up at his yami. “Possibly.”
Bakura looked confused. He brushed his thumb across Ryou’s bottom lip and reached for his
hand. “I’ve never known you even look at alcohol. What’s wrong?”
Ryou pulled away from Bakura and turned around. “Don’t worry about. Let’s just go.”
Bakura bit his lip.
Was the King of Thieves about to cry? Sure looked like it to Malik. Or maybe it was the dim
lighting, he wasn’t sure.
“Yeah, okay.” Bakura nodded as he followed Ryou to the door.
Malik smiled and waved as Ryou and Bakura left. He was glad they were leaving. He didn’t
quite understand how the two of them coexisted together, but he wasn’t going to ask. It really
didn’t matter all that much to him anyways. They were two opposite souls unfairly forced
together by fate. Somehow they managed to make a relationship work. How they made a go of
things intrigued Malik more so. Bakura was an ass, straight up. He never seemed to give a shit
about Ryou’s feelings; he just took what he wanted, and used violence if necessary. At least
Marik would give him warning before he did anything; even if Malik didn’t like all the things
his darker half did. Marik was a bad-ass, but Malik somehow knew Marik would always make
sure he was safe. Malik wondered what the hell was going on in his room as he made his was
down the hall. His light and stereo were both on. Malik opened his bedroom door and stepped
inside. He could have died the moment he laid his eyes on Marik. His darker half had their
stereo turned up loud and was stripteasing in front of one of the many mirrors to the Dangerous
Toys remake of “Feel like Makin’ Love.”
“Oops, sorry...” Malik chuckled as he walked in covering his eyes.
Marik grinned as he pulled the shades down. “You ever tell anyone of this and I’ll be forced to
kill you, you got that?”
“Yup, I got it.” Malik giggled as he belly-flopped onto the bed. He was still pretty lit up from the
few beers he’d had, and feeling a bit bolder than usual. “You know Marik, you looked really hot
at the club tonight...even if you never hit the dance floor once.”
Malik’s comment surprised Marik. It wasn’t everyday Malik handed out compliments. It was
rare for Malik to say more than a few words to him. Marik sat down on the bed next to Malik
and put his hand on his back.“You looked great tonight too, I was actually surprised you got up
on the dance floor. You and Ryou looked really hot grinding against each other.”
Malik bit his lip and smiled shyly. “I had a really good time. I’m glad we all went.”
Marik, shed of all his clothing except for a pair of gold silk boxer shorts, crawled onto the bed
and laid next to Malik. “Isn’t it funny how Ryou was drunk after only two beers? He and Bakura
are light night and day.”
Malik rolled onto his side and propped his cheek up with his hand. “Yeah, they’re total
opposites.”
Marik just smiled as he looked up at their almost identical reflections in the mirror above the
bed. He too was still feeling the effects of the alcohol he’d been drinking earlier. He put his
hands behind his head and lay still listening to the music that was still on. “Aeriels” by
System of a Down played from Malik's stereo as they lay in silence.
“Marik?” Malik asked.
“Yes, Malik?”
“Will you...stay with me tonight?”
Marik glanced over at the clock. “Ooh, I don’t know, honey. “Thir13en Ghosts” is supposed to
be on, and I’ve never actually seen the whole-”
“Marik, shut up. I want you to fuck me.”
Marik was totally stunned. Were his ears playing tricks on him? “Did I hear that correctly? You
want to...fuck me?” He reiterated.
Malik reached over and brushed a few strands of Marik’s spiky blonde hair behind his ear.
“M’hm.”
Marik’s eyes grew wide. “Do you really mean that, or are you just really drunk? Because if
you’re just playing games here, I might be tempted to kill you.” Marik moaned lightly as he felt
Malik’s hand creep up his thigh.
“Both.” Malik smiled as he slipped his long fingers under the waistband of Marik’s gold boxers.
“I want you to give myself to you completely tonight. It’s the least I do to repay you for always
being here for me.”
Marik stared for a minute into Malik’s lust clouded lavender eyes. He could see his better half
seriously wanted this, but was he ready? Marik couldn’t believe he was hesitating, it didn’t make
sense. Why did he care is Malik was ready? Wait. Maybe it was him that wasn’t ready? “Malik,
I don’t know. I really want to fuck you, but I don’t know if it’s a good idea. I mean, I’ve wanted
to fuck you for ages now, but, I uh...I’ve never actually done this before.”
Malik grinned at his darker half as he traced his bottom lip with his thumb. “So you’re a virgin
too?”
Marik looked as if he wanted to jump out of his skin and hide under the bed. “Uhh..”
Malik smiled. “Than it’s only fitting that we share our first time together.” Leaning over, he
lightly brushed his lips against Marik’s. “You’re not so bad to live with, even if you’re the
manifestation of my anger. Since the day you were born you’ve watched over me and protected
me. Please forgive me for being so blind.” He whispered softly against Marik’s deliciously warm
mouth.
Marik cupped Malik’s cheek in his hand and closed his eyes. “It’s our destiny to be together.”
Pulling Malik a little closer, Marik deepened their kiss. Malik wrapped his arms around Marik’s
shoulders, pulling their bodies together. Things between them quickly got carried away as their
hands furiously explored new territory. Next thing Malik knew, Marik had him pinned back onto
the bed and was yanking his pants off.
Malik scrunched up his nose as he cracked a grin. Marik seemed to be in a playful mood. Malik
pulled off his red t-shirt and dropped it next to him. “Come and get me.” He chuckled as he
provoked his darker half.
Marik knelt between Malik’s legs and bit his lip. “My gods, you’re so hot, Malik...you’re body is
amazing.” He purred as he ran his hand down Malik’s sleek chest. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
Malik looked up at Marik with wide eyes. Even though he was far from innocent, this was still
something he’d never done before. Sure he’d watched porn movies and accidentally walked in
on various couples getting it on, but he’d never experienced the act itself. He wasn’t quite sure
how to interact under the circumstances.
Marik seemed to know a little more than Malik did because he didn’t waste any time swallowing
down Malik’s manhood. Malik dug his fingers into the bed sheets and groaned. He couldn’t help
but thrust his hips up into his darker half’s sultry mouth.
Marik shifted his eyes so that he could watch Malik’s reactions. A smirk crossed his lips as he
watched Malik’s chest rise and fall with every breath he took in between loud cries of passion.
Malik’s needy screams were like angels singing in his ears.
Malik ran his fingers lightly through Marik’s hair as he continued to eagerly go down on him.
Marik obviously knew more ways to use his mouth than just running it off. Marik’s hot suction
action was just more than he could take. “Marik, I don’t know, but...I think...I’m gonna...”
Marik held Malik’s hips down to the bed and increased the suction around Malik’s rigid shaft.
Malik’s body was giving him the signs that he was about to come.
Malik’s eyes shot wide open. “OH MY GODS!” He screamed as he experienced one of the best
things he’d ever felt.
Marik held Malik firmly down as he siphoned out every last drop of his salty essence.
Malik twitched under his darker half’s grip, half dazed and feeling better than ever.
Marik lowly pulled his mouth away, causing Malik to whimper. He crawled on top of Malik and
kissed his neck as he waited for him to catch his breath. “I love how you taste.” He purred as he
nipped at Malik’s dangly gold earring.
Malik laid still for a few moments catching his breath. He rolled over onto his side and smiled at
his darker half. “That was awesome, thank you.”
Marik looked up and brushed Malik’s damp hair out of his eyes. “Ready for the next bit?”
Malik gingerly reached between Marik’s legs and wrapped his fingers around his darker half’s
shiny hard-on. He lightly swirled his thumb around in the milky white essence pooling at the
head of Marik’s weeping manhood. How this big thing was going to fit inside, he didn’t really
know; it was probably going to hurt like a bitch. Even though he was a little scared of what was
going to happen, Malik laid back and closed his eyes. He pulled his knees up and took a deep
breath. “I’m ready.” He said in almost a whisper. Malik took a deep breath as he felt Marik kiss
his way down his stomach, stopping at his navel.
“Shit.” Marik grumbled as he kissed the head of Malik’s manhood and sat up. “I knew I forgot
something, Ra-damn it all. ” Neither of them thought to buy any lube, so Marik had to settle for
the only available thing: spit.
Malik tried to relax, but it just wasn’t happening. He put his trembling hands on Marik’s chest
and stopped him. “Wait, hold on..Can you...stretch me first?” Malik pleaded as he pushed Marik
away.
Marik nodded his head. “Of course.” He answered as he licked his middle finger and slowly
pushed it into Malik’s virgin entrance.
Malik squeezed his eyes shut tightly as Marik worked his finger in and out of him. It hurt a little,
but it wasn’t completely awful. Malik breathed deeply as Marik inserted a second finger and
stretched him even more. “Okay, I’m ready now.”
Marik nodded his head. He took one of Malik’s legs put it over his shoulder to make their first
time a little more comfortable. He very slowly started easing his length into him, giving Malik
plenty of time to adjust to his more than average size.
Malik’s face contorted with pain as Marik fully penetrated him. It hurt, but not as much as he
thought it would. It was a good kind of hurt.
“You okay?” Marik asked, noticing Malik’s painful expression.
Malik took a deep breath and nodded his head. “Yeah, I think so. It just feels a little..uh...snug.”
Marik chuckled as he began moving slowly within Malik. The hot virgin velvet surrounding his
hard cock caused his knees to get weak. He began to thrust into Malik a little faster, closing his
eyes as he enjoyed the new sensations he was experiencing.
For a split-second, Malik thought that he was going to die from the sharp pains, but that thought
became a distant memory when Marik struck his sweet spot head on. Malik practically choked
on his tongue as a wave of pure ecstacy swept over him.
“Oh gods, yes! YES!”
“Are you enjoying this?” Marik asked as he moved within Malik’s tight heat, smiling at his
better half’s reaction to him.
Malik clawed at Marik’s chest as he looked up at him with desperate eyes. “Would I be moaning
like a bitch if I wasn’t? Faster!”
Marik slowly withdrew himself, but quickly pushed back in, once again hitting that special spot.
“That’s what I like to hear.” He chuckled and Malik’s pleasure filled screams filled his ears.
The bed creaked with every deep thrust. Malik’s needy screamed bounced off the walls of the
room, while guttural grunts escaped Marik’s lips.
“Let’s do this together.” Marik smiled as he felt Malik’s cock throbbing for release.
All Malik could manage was a weak nod. His body shook as Marik slammed into him like a
freight train without brakes.
Marik groaned deeply as he came hard inside Malik.
Malik screamed Marik’s name at the top of his lungs as they simultaneously climaxed. He dug
his fingernails into Marik’s sides as his seed shot out onto his stomach.
Marik collapsed on top of Malik, laying still as he caught his breath.
Malik wrapped his arms around his darker half, almost bear-hugging him. He felt so close to his
darker half at the moment. He felt so strange; as though a few of the years of hate, jealously and
anger had vanished. He no longer felt isolated and alone. He knew he’d always have Marik.
“Wow, my legs feel like Jell-O. Holy fuck, thank you.” Marik chuckled as he ran his fingers
through Malik’s creamy blonde hair.
“Damn it, why did you have to go and mention food. Now I’m hungry.” Malik laughed in
response.
“So let’s go raid the fridge.” Marik winked as he sealed their union with a kiss.
            Malik followed Marik out into the kitchen, neither one bothering to put on any clothes.
They were both still covered in the remnants of their passion, but it didn’t seem to bother them.
Marik opened the freezer and pulled out the Chocolate Raspberry Truffle ice cream. “So how
was I?” He chuckled as he sat with Malik at the table, popping the lid off the ice cream.
Malik grinned as he admired Marik’s taut body. “Well, you were kinda fast.”
Marik scrunched up his nose and playfully tapped Malik’s nose with the spoon in his hand.
“Smart-ass, are you looking to get smacked?”
“Maybe.” Malik snickered as he yanked the spoon away from Marik and plunged it into the
Chocolate Raspberry Truffle ice cream.
Before Marik could comment back, there was a knock at their door. Marik glanced at the clock
curiously as he went to see who it was. Malik grabbed their ice cream and followed him.
Wearing nothing but his birthday suit, Marik answered the door. He was surprised when he
came face to face with a little old lady.
“What do you want?” He asked, grinned as he saw the old lady’s face register with shock as she
stared at his sexy naked body.
Malik snickered in the background eating his ice cream as he watched his darker half mess with
the old lady’s head.
The old lady looked like she wanted to run away, but she managed to keep her composure. “I
just came over to inform you that there are two white-haired men having sexual relations in your
front yard. I’d appreciate it if you would tell them to please stop before I call the cops.”
Marik poked his head out the door to see what she was talking about. He burst into a fit of
laughter as he spotted Ryou and Bakura in the front yard fucking like two horny rabbits.
Marik turned back to the old lady and smirked. “Call the cops, eh? Think I care? It’s your ass
that’s going to be in hell if the guy on top gets wind of your name. Good night now.” Marik
closed the door in the old lady’s face and laughed as he turned to Malik. “That was fun.”
Malik scooped out some ice cream and stuck it in Marik’s mouth. “That was great. Think she’ll
call them in?”
Marik sucked the ice cream off the spoon and grinned. “Who cares?”
Malik giggled as Marik licked the ice cream off his lips. “You know Marik, I’m really glad I still
have you. I don’t know why I’ve spent the last few years ignoring you.”
Marik reached out and touched Malik’s cheek, sighing softly. “I knew you’d come around
eventually.”
Malik leaned over and kissed Marik. He smiled as he pulled away and locked eyes with his
darker half. “I love you.” He said in almost a whisper.
Marik nodded his head and smiled. “I’ve waited so long to hear you say those three words.” He
grabbed the spoon from Malik’s hand and scooped out a spoonful of ice cream. He smirked as
he shoved it into Malik’s mouth. “C’mon, let’s go look outside and see if the old bat called
Bakura and Ryou in.”
Malik put his hand over his mouth and tried not laughing. He watched Marik get up and hurry
over to the front window.
“Holy shit! You need to get your ass over here and see this!” Marik laughed as he peeked out the
curtains.
Malik left their ice cream and joined his darker half.
Marik wrapped his arms around Malik’s waist as they watched the scenario outside. He nuzzled
his cheek against Malik’s and sighed happily.
Malik leaned his head on Marik’s shoulder, chuckling lightly as they watched Bakura trying to
wrestle with five police officers. Ryou was already sitting in the backseat of one of the police
cruisers in handcuffs. “Think we should go out there and help them out?”
Marik kissed the top of Malik head and smiled. “Only if you want to.”
Malik smirked at he looked up at Marik. “They’d do it for us, so it’s only right.”
“Whatever you want, honey.” Marik smiled as he kissed Malik’s cheek and released his arm
from around his waist. “Just give me a minute to grab the Millennium Rod.”
Malik couldn’t stop smiling as they walked out the door hand in hand.
Before Bakura and Ryou knew what hit, Marik had banished all the cops to the Shadow Realm.
Without saying a word, Marik and Malik went back in the house and went to bed.
Malik sighed contently as Marik wrapped his body around his and pulled him close. His
darkness completed his soul. Never again would he be alone, as long as he had Marik.
Well...
actually...
Marik and Chocolate Raspberry Truffle ice cream.
~*The End*~
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A/n:
Like it? I hope so. I hate when I write shit. Shit sucks.
Nobody should post shit, yunno? *silly grin*
Let me know what you think, I’d really appreciate it. Thanks!
Also: Mucho thankies to Ralphiere for helping me out. You’re advice has helped me more than
you’ll ever know hun! *hugz*
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