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Carved in Stone	By : MarikIshtar77 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Het - Male/Female Views: 2733 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Carved in Stone
Chapter 3- Necropolis of Thieves
Let’s refresh our memories........

Bakura slowly unzipped Marik’s tan colored cargo shorts and let them fall to his ankles.
Marik responded by duplicating Bakura’s actions.
Bakura’s eyes filled with demonic lust. He reached out and grabbed Marik by the front of his
black sleeveless t-shirt and pulled him in closer. Both theodieodies trembled with anticipation as
they stripped each other of their garments.
Marik grabbed Bakura by wrists and yanked him roughly against his sleek body.
“You know Bakura, the desert can be a dangerous place” he purred in a low, sexy voice.
Bakura’s eyes glowed with lascivious desire. He nipped at Marik’s bottom lip and chuckled.
“Dangerous? What’s out there that I should be scared of?”
Marik captured Bakura’s lips with his own and moaned lightly. He released Bakura’s wrists and
ran his hands up to Bakura’s shoulders.
“Many things”
Bakura wrapped his arms around Marik’s slender waist and pressed his body closer to his bronzed Egyptian lover. He closed his eyes and gave in to Marik’s kiss.
“Like.....mmm......what?” he moaned intermittently between breaths.
Marik slowly trailed his lips down Bakura’s chin and down his neck.
“Jackals” he responded in a raspy voice.
Bakura tilted his head off to one side to give Marik better access. He reached between their
bodies with one of his hands and gripped firmly onto Marik’s rock hard manhood.
“Why should I be scare of a mangey beast?” he chuckled.
Marik growled and than bit down hard into Bakura’s collar bone. Bakura cried out in pleasure
and pain as Marik’s incisors piercerougrough his scorching flesh.
“They bite” Marik laughed as Bakura’s blood pooled around his teeth. He greedily lapped up the
red fluid oozing from the wound with his tongue.
Bakura squeezed Marik’s arousal between his fingers as hard as he could and snarled.
“I’ll choke the bastard.”
Marik clenched his teeth and hissed. He dug his fingers into Bakura’s shoulders and forced the
tomb robber down to his knees. He grabbed two fistfuls of Bakura's thick white hair. His eyes
flickered with poisonous desire as he glowered down at his accomplice. He slowly lowered
himself to his knees so that he was eye level with Bakura. He let go of Bakura’s hair and ran his
hands through his hair and down onto his chest. Marik brought his blood stained lips to Bakura’s
and kissed him fervently.
As he was exploring Bakura’s mouth with his tongue, he eased him onto his back.
Bakura went down willingly and wrapped his legs around Marik’s waist. Marik moaned as he
began pumping his arousal agt Bat Bakura’s.
Their hands busily explored each others bodies as they drenched each other with steaming
kisses.
“Another thing to you should beware of, Bakura.......” Marik purred seductively as he positioned
himself at Bakura rear entrance.
“What’s that?” Bakura moaned.
Marik laughed evilly as he slammed himself into Bakura’s unprepared body.
Bakura let out a howl of pain as Marik impaled him. His body shook with intense pain as his
blood trickled down onto the sand beneath him.
"Poisonous serpents." Marik hissed as he began thrusting into the writhing yami below him.
Bakura's body quickly adjusted to Marik's intrusion, and before long he was bucking his hips
upwards into Marik's thrusts.
Marik gripped tightly onto Bakura’s hips as he ruthlessly pounded him into the sand. Bakura
reached around Marik with one arm and hung on tightly. He used his free hand stroke himself
along with Marik’s rhythmic movements.
The sun burned down on their bodies as they brought each other to a simultaneous climax.
Bakura dug his fingernails deeply in to Marik’s back as his body convulsed with his release.
Marik’s pleasure filled cries echoed through the deserted valley below as he erupted in ecstasy.
As the last drops of his essence spilled into Bakura, he collapsed breathlessly into the sand next
to his partner.
Bakura was the first to sit up and start gathering his clothes. He discovered he was rather sore
after their little romp in the sand, so instead of getting dressed, he just limped over to their
“borrowed” SUV and tossed his clothes into the back seat through an open window. He reached
inside and grabbed pack of matches and a pack of cigarettes off of the dashboard. Bakura leaned
back onto the door and tapped a cigarette out of the pack. He slipped it between his lips and
tossed the pack back into the SUV. He struck a match against the pack and used it to light the
cigarette dangling from his lips. Moments later Marik, fully clothed, joined him.
“So did you want to head back to camp now?” Bakura mused as he stared down at his toes in the
sand.
Marik shrugged his shoulders.
“It’s up to..”
Bakura reminiscently stared down at the rocky, dilapidated tombs in the valley below them and
sighed.
“Let’s wait......”
Marik nodded his head and joined Bakura in viewing the desolate majesty of the Valley of the
Kings..He could see Bakura was absorbed in his thoughts, so he remained quiet.
Bakura slowly smoked his cigarette as the hot sun beat down on his shoulders. He was silent for
quite some time before something made him snicker. Marik looked over his shoulder and made
a face at him.
“May I ask what’s so funny?”
Bakura took a deep breath and pointed to something in the distance.
“Do you see the vultures over there devouring the rotted flesh of that camel?”
Marik squinted his eyes to get a better look at what Bakura was seeing.
He made a sour face as he sed sed on the festering blob of camel carcass.
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