[[A/N: Part two of the Day at the Zoo story. This part is rated M for a reason kiddies, shield those virgin eyes.

Yami Bakura x Marik Ishtar- YuGiOh™ Kazuki Takahashi]]

Marik forced the key through his locked door handle. Bakura leant against the wall the door was a part of, and was grinning mischievously at Marik. He felt his heart quicken pace as the lock clicked and he pushed the door open, letting himself into his small apartment. He flicked on the nearest light-switch, and dropped his keys in the bowl on the table.

Bakura strode past him as if he owned the place, and draped his trench coat over the back of the reclining chair Marik sat in to read. The book he was reading was sitting on it, and Bakura picked it up. Troublesome Minds, a Star Trek novel. Bakura smirked and turned to Marik. "What're you readin' here, Marik?" He said, in a teasing tone.

Marik's eyes widened and he walked quickly to him, snatching the book out of his hands. "Just a book I picked up. It's actually good, so shut up." He placed the book on the table and folded his arms.

Bakura chuckled. "My little in the closet trekkie, eh?"

Marik rolled his eyes. "Only a little."

Bakura grinned at him, and sat down in the chair, stretching his legs and arms as he did so. "You know, I never noticed how comfy this chair was. I'm usually too preoccupied with what I'm doing on it. But it's actually pretty cushy." He said, yawning slightly. "I might actually just fall asleep right here. I'm pretty mal-rested, as someone thought 9 am was a brilliant time to wake me up." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, nestling himself into the chair.

"Oh no you don't." Marik's voice came through his mind, waking him slightly. A few moments after he didn't respond, he felt the chair shift as more weight was piled on top of it. He opened his eyes to see Marik kneeling in the space between Bakura's legs, and draping his arms over the back of the chair, trapping Bakura there. He grinned at him.

"And why not? I'm perfectly good just sitting here." Bakura smirked, not giving Marik the satisfaction of knowing that he had him where he wanted him.

"Because." Marik said, leaning in to Bakura's ear and licking it once. "I want it. And you are going to give it to me." He finished, nipping at his earlobe.

Bakura's eyelids drooped and he leant his head against Marik's. "Happy to oblige, mon cher." He breathed, licking his neck once as he finished.

Marik visibly shivered and leant in for a hard kiss. He moved his hands from behind the chair to Bakura's face, cupping his cheeks and keeping him in place as he forced his lips on his. Bakura kissed him back, and wove his fingers into Marik's hair, pulling him closer.

Bakura ran his tongue along Marik's bottom lip and bit it, tugging it into his mouth and sucking on it. Marik let out a low moaning sound and thrust his tongue through Bakura's teeth. He let go of his lip in favor of playing with the invading muscle inside his mouth, gently nipping it and shoving it out back to the owner, his coming right along with it.

Bakura's hands left Marik's hair and trailed gently over his back, tracing patterns in the fabric of his shirt. Marik's shoulders jerked and he moved his hands to Bakura's chest. Marik felt the toned muscles of his chest while Bakura reached the small of his back and pulled Marik's pelvis towards himself.

Marik broke away and tilted his head away from Bakura, breathing deeply, attempting to catch his breath and stop the moans that desperately wanted out from escaping his lips. Bakura's now free mouth wandered down his jaw-line, nipping and licking the bronzed skin, tasting the beginnings of the salty sweat that would coat the boy. Marik breathed Bakura's name as he reached the tanned neck and sucked at it, twirling his tongue over exposed flesh. Marik gripped Bakura's neck, holding him in place as his eyes fluttered shut, moaning at the muscle assaulting his skin.

Bakura's hands grabbed Marik's ass without warning, as he simultaneously bit down harder on the skin, leaving a mark. Marik gasped and snapped his neck back, pushing Bakura away to look at him. His purple eyes half lidded and clouded with pulsating lust emanating from what seemed to be his very soul. He lifted a hand to Bakura's face and caressed it gently. He leant into his lips; brushing them slightly as he whispered against him, "Mine..."

Bakura smirked darkly at him and licked the other's lips, making him shiver again. "Yours, love." And he connected their lips, softly.

He then shoved Marik off of him and sat up in the seat, knocking him to the floor. Marik looked up at him, waiting, as Bakura took off his Millennium Ring and shirt and threw them both on the floor in the corner. Marik quickly took his own shirt off as well, sighing as the cold air hit his warm back.

Bakura stood and kicked his shoes and socks off, Marik subtly doing the same. He walked over to the Egyptian propping himself up on the floor, and put a foot on his chest, pushing him down until he was lying flat on his back. He grinned at him from his towering stance above the boy, tilting his head. He seemed almost godlike to the one on the floor, staring at his chest glistening from the gentle light peeking in from the shuttered window.

The pale man slowly dropped down on hands and knees and crawled up to the tanned one, smirking and purring gently in the back of his throat. He reached him and sat on his hips, straddling him and sitting tall. Marik winced at the pressure and Bakura laughed at him. "Am I irritating a problem of yours?"

Marik scowled at him. "Several at this point."

Bakura smirked and bounced on the spot, causing Marik to grunt at him. He laughed again and leaned on his arms on either side of Marik's head, lowering his head so their foreheads were touching. "So fun to play with." Bakura taunted, playfully, biting the air.

Marik smirked and bucked his hips, grinding them into Bakura's. He hissed and turned his face away. Marik grinned and did it again, causing Bakura to unexpectedly lash at him and bite his lip again, tugging it away, forcing the blond's head from the floor. As he tried to free himself from the teeth, Bakura hooked a leg around one of Marik's and forced it to spread as far as it would stretch. He let out a small whimpering sound at the slight pain, which Bakura swallowed.

Bakura hooked his other leg around Marik's free one and forced that one to stretch as well. His pants constricted the movement, and both men looked down to note this. Their eyes slowly met and Bakura smiled mischievously. Marik grimaced and nodded once, tightly. Bakura sniggered under his breath and shifted himself downward; tendrils of his hair tickling Marik's exposed abdomen. Bakura reached the pant-line and nuzzled there once with his nose, before undoing his belt in one swift motion.

Marik's hands went to Bakura's hair, not sure what he wanted to do there, but striving for the contact that lit his skin aflame. Not wanting to hurt his head (like he had accidently many times in the past,) he jerkily played with locks of the soft white hair, looping them around his stiff fingers. Bakura stopped what he was doing briefly to purr and press his head into one of Marik's hands. Marik laughed softly and instinctively scratched the head in his hand, Bakura purring again.

He turned his attention back to the pants that were in his way. He grinned to himself at an idea that quickly formed in his mind and began to execute said. Bakura licked his navel down to the fabric, and barred his teeth and attacked the button, undoing it with his teeth and tongue. Marik gasped and Bakura smirked, latching his teeth into the zipper and slowly pulling it down as well. He grabbed the fabric of the pants at his thighs and once the zipper was down as far as it would go, he quickly yanked them down to his knees, and kicked the rest of the fabric off with his legs, Marik assisting.

Marik was now on the floor, in nothing but a pair of boxers. Bakura smirked at him and crawled back up to touch noses with him. Marik flicked his tongue out at him and distracted him with a kiss as he got a grip on Bakura's shoulders and wound a leg around his. Once Bakura's attention was completely devoted to the kiss, Marik flipped them over, settling himself on top of him. He broke the kiss and grinned evilly at the man who previously dominated him, and forced his lips on his once again.

"My turn." Marik breathed at him, determined to make Bakura scream.

"I'll be the judge of that." Bakura said, shivering and smirking in soft amusement at the turn of events.

Marik smirked and attacked Bakura's neck, biting down and licking the sensitive flesh as he had learnt from the master of biting. He bit hard and sucked at a portion of skin, Bakura moaning lowly as a hickey began to form.

Marik felt the surge of power that Bakura only rarely let him feel, and wanted to take advantage of it as much as possible. He continued assaulting the neck skin and subtly moved his knees to either side of Bakura's hips, putting his weight on them. His hands creeped to Bakura's pants and undid them as he nipped up and down his collarbone.

He quickly ridded Bakura of his pants and underwear, releasing his full arousal to the cold air. Bakura gasped and then latched on to Marik's back, biting at his neck, rubbing up against him.

Power surging through his veins, making adrenaline pump through him, Marik shook Bakura off of him and slid down to his hips, dragging his tongue along the skin. Bakura lay beneath him, muscles tight, attempting to maintain control of himself. Marik grinned and licked the underside of the erected skin, loving the raspy breaths emanating from the pale man.

He continued licking and raised a hand to his chest to tweak one of the other's nipples. Bakura arched his back and cried "Damnit, Marik!"

Marik stopped moving, and let Bakura breathe for a moment, before he took the whole of the length into his mouth. Bakura growled and was clearly trying to keep himself from bucking his hips, not wanting to hump the boy's mouth. Marik swallowed, contracting his muscles around the skin, and Bakura cried his name. He swallowed again and Bakura came into his mouth. He drank what he was offered and let the organ slide from his mouth.

He sat up and wiped his mouth, smirking at the paler man who was catching his breath. Bakura propped himself up on his elbows and grinned at him. "Not bad, mon cher. But on to the main event, eh?"

Marik licked his lips and nodded, allowing Bakura to reassume his position on top of him on the floor. Bakura kissed him, tasting himself on the tanned one's tongue, and slipped his fingers underneath the rim of the boxers still irritatingly affixed to the hips of his lover. Marik rubbed up against his leg, bringing Bakura's arousal back. He gripped the hem of his boxers and yanked them finally down and away. Marik ground his hips upward.

Bakura chuckled in a low rumble and kissed Marik hard, melding their tongues together, their lips feeling fire hot at the contact. Eyes fluttered shut as fingers wandered; Bakura's hands massaging the inside of Marik's thighs and Marik's arms encircling Bakura's shoulders, pulling him close.

Marik wrapped his legs around Bakura's waist, rubbing himself over the other. Bakura's arousal now fully erect, their eyes opened and met. Pale smirk and tan nod, unspoken words between them declared them more than ready, and there was no time to grab the lube down the hallway.

Bakura lifted one of his hands and held three fingers up to Marik, who took them to his mouth and sucked at them, coating them in saliva and playing with the digits with his tongue. Bakura nipped at Marik's neck as he did this, enjoying the sensation.

When Bakura deemed the fingers fit, he withdrew them from Marik's mouth and spread the bronze legs more, grazing the tips of his fingers at the entrance. Marik took a breath and relaxed his muscles, bracing himself. Bakura slipped in a finger, and Marik arched his back, his body recalling the sensations that began to fill him. Bakura slipped in another and began to scissor his fingers back and forth, stretching him. Marik grunted and forced himself downward onto the fingers, driving them in deeper to himself. Bakura slipped in the last finger and moved them around, Marik barely containing his cry of pain as tears welled in his eyes, still forcing himself down.

Bakura withdrew his fingers and kissed him, Marik grateful for the brief relief of pain. He then began to push himself into the entrance, encasing himself in tight heat. He broke the kiss and ducked his head, exhaling hard as he pushed in. He was fully sheathed when he heard the soft whimper. He looked down at Marik, his face contorted in pain, tears silently leaking out onto his face. He saw Bakura looking at him and turned his face away, embarrassed that he was this affected by pain he was well accustomed to. Bakura leant down to him and kissed his tears away, letting him grow used to the pain.

When Marik opened his now dry eyes and looked at him with a mixed expression with only a little pain involved, Bakura began to move. He withdrew slowly and pushed back in just as slow. Marik was uncomfortable, aching for him to find the spot that would make the pain worth it. Bakura was just as frustrated, turning his hips every which way.

Marik let out a scream and Bakura grinned evilly at the sound, loving every decibel. He pushed in and out faster, gaining rhythm, now never failing to hit the bundle of nerves that made his blond scream his name. "Harder, Bakura!!" Marik screeched and Bakura's eyes glinted as he did what he was told. Marik began to move his hips in unison with Bakura's, rolling them and making Bakura moan loudly in return.

Bakura was moving hard and fast now, animalistic instincts taking over as he pounded into his lover. He growled possessively as Marik's screams became louder still. Finally Marik dug his fingers into Bakura's back and cried his name a final time, as he came, flushing his seed over both their chests. As his muscles contorted around Bakura, he too shuddered, cried the other's name and came inside of his love.

Breathing heavily, Bakura pulled out and crawled up to Marik's face. He too was breathing hard, and his eyes were fluttering shut, he fought to keep them open. Bakura reached him and kissed him gently on the lips, and once on the forehead. He looked over to the chair they had been sitting on before hand and reached for the blanket they had stored underneath it. He wrapped the soft cloth around himself and rested on the floor.

Marik opened an eye and rolled over, nestling his head on Bakura's chest, underneath his chin, and wrapping an arm around his torso, while tangling their legs. He yawned and Bakura smiled softly to himself, kissing his forehead again.

"I should go soon." Bakura said, feeling a little out of place. He never liked to stay very long after sex; Marik was attempting to break him of this habit.

Marik opened his eyes and looked at him with a sad expression. "Do you have to?"

Bakura looked into the large sad eyes staring back at him and sighed. "I guess I can stay a little bit. I'll nap with you for a little while, okay?"

Marik smiled sleepily and nestled back into Bakura's arms, which encircled around him in a protective embrace. "That's all I ask..." He said, beginning to nod off.

Bakura's arms tightened briefly around him as his adorable blond began to drift to sleep, occasionally sighing against his chest. Bakura watched him sleep and breathe against him. He smiled in his sleep and breathed his name, hugging Bakura tighter to himself.

He stared at the ceiling and smiled a small smile, basking in adoration he could feel emanating from the sleeping boy on his chest. He didn't know what miracle he pulled to earn the love he received, but he knew he wasn't going to give him up. Not for anything in the world.

End.

[[A/N: I apologize that this feels so rushed. I am much better at extended foreplay than the actual intercourse. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed it...]]