Thank you! I can't believe I got so many reviews! I would thank each of you individually, but I think u'd rather be reading the fic v.v but I will be addressing some points that may help u decide whether to keep reading. No Leiko, there's no Yami/Malik, cause I really don't like him…sry. Cloey, don't worry, Malik will be back and give Mariku quite a fight for Bakura ^_~ Dark Mage, hehehe I agree completely, but I'm not gonna be making him weak. . . Once again, thank you all! Sorry if I couldn't reply all of them but that'll be more distraction before the ch.

Bakura yawned as he brought the tray of food to the bedroom that Malik had stayed the night in. He wasn't much of a morning person, but when one of your trainers was the eye of Ra you really didn't have much choice. As he usually slept in the nude, he had only an Asian robe on. Black silk and knee length. It clung to him temptingly yet vaguely and flowed about to enhance his inhuman grace. Too bad no one was there to see it, or was there?

Malik jolted awake when he felt the weight on his bed shift. He looked about wildly, to find a delicious sight before him. Or rather by him. Bakura was lounging in that thin shimmering robe, obviously unaware of something called modesty. On the several occasions that the two had sparred Malik had noticed the wry muscles that made up most of Bakura' s physique, but that was nothing compared to seeing it bare with only a slip of silk over it. The fact that Bakura's hair was mussed and looked kind of kittenish did not help Malik with his new little (well maybe not so little) problem.

Then he noticed the tray in the other's hands. "Is that what I think it is?"

The sight of Bakura yawning was quite adorable, like a tiger yawning. "Shut up." he muttered. "Just eat the damn shit."

Malik nodded in thanks before he dug in. The food was surprisingly good but not quite as delicious as Bakura lounging with that skimpy robe and starting to nod off. It was much like watching a wild cat sleeping, entrancing. However, fun as this was, he was having a bit of a problem. . .

"Hey Runihura think you could put some clothes on?" he was near desperate. If it had been anyone else he'd probably just rape them but 'Runihura' was his best friend and he couldn't afford to be on bad terms with him.

Bakura yawned again before blinking owlishly. "Later, I think I'm gonna take a nap." then he was out cold.

Malik sweat dropped. How the hell could this guy be Hebeny Runihura? This guy was almost. . . Adorable! Fuck, did he just think that? What the hell is he doing to him? Damn, before it had been easy. Cold and distant, but now he was actually growing fond of the bastard! Damn it. But he had to admit, it wasn't exactly torture to watch the guy do his thing. Well, it was torture but it was a sweet torture. Hmm, maybe he should go take a shower before he screwed his buddy into the sheets. Actually that's not such a bad idea. . . Shit, he better go NOW.

As soon as Malik was out of the room, Bakura's eyes snapped open and narrowed. "Show yourself."

There was no response. He growled, "I know you're there fiend. Show yourself before I show you just why exactly it is that even Ra is so fearful of Hathor!"

Mariku appeared in the corner that was beside the white haired darkling. On his face was a twisted grin. His eyes were roving Bakura's body luxuriously, as if the boy really did belong to him. He himself donned a variation of what he wore during the first two encounters, as always he had on tight black leather pants and a purple silk shirt. However, he seemed to be more interested in what Bakura was wearing. Or rather, what he wasn't wearing.

"Miw-sher. We meet again." he licked his lips slowly.

Bakura snorted. "Unfortunately. Go back to hell and tell Seth that I have no intentions of joining him."

Mariku laughed psychotically as he leaned dangerously closer. He breathed across Bakura's neck, making him shiver inside. "That's no very nice." he hissed.

The son of Isis glared at the demon, not phased. "I never said I was nice."

The demon's laugh rang throughout the penthouse. "My my, the kitten has claws! Should I be afraid? Or should I. . ." he trailed off as he trailed a finger along Bakura's slightly exposed neck.

But before he could bite down, he found himself pinned to the floor with a very pissed off Bakura on top of him. "Don't you ever touch me again!"

"Am I interrupting something?" Malik was leaning against the doorway with an eyebrow raised in somewhat amusement, secretly wishing that it was him that Bakura had pinned down.

"No," Bakura bit out curtly. "Whatever gave you that idea?"

The other Egyptian just grinned cattishly with a twinkle in his eyes. "Maybe it's because you've got your uke pinned on the ground, prime and ready for his punishment."

The darkling sprung to his feet. "What?" he was obviously confused. "Uke? What in the seven hells is that? And punishment? I think you need your medication Malik. Should I call Isis?"

The other two just gaped at him. Not just because the robe seemed to be slipping off his left shoulder, but in surprise. The white haired boy really didn't know what Malik was talking about! It was quite strange to find a teenage human who knew not of the carnal pleasures, much less a childe of the gods. Especially one borne from the Sorceress and the Evil one. The idea was just preposterous. Yet, standing in front of them was such a being. Though bloodlust and malicious thoughts swirled in he mahogany orbs, they also shone with an innocence that any man would wish to rip away and taint.

Malik shook his head. "Runihura, you freak. You are SO going club hopping with me tonight."

Bakura scowled before he bit out. "Fine! But, would you please show that Vegeta-wannabe the door? He's wasting all the oxygen." he stalked out towards his room.

Mariku glared at Malik. "What the hell are you doing here?"

But the other blond just smirked as he replied with a glint in his eyes. "Runihura."

"Don't you dare touch him."

"And why wouldn't I? In case you haven't realised, he's my friend. We hang out, a lot." Malik laughed. "I get to see him whenever I want! You? You're nothing."

"I am more than you'll ever comprehend boy. Tell ~Runihura~ that I will be seeing him soon." with that the demon disappeared.

Malik barely blinked. "Why am I not surprised? Now let's see if that white haired idiot has any decent clothes. Can't have him embarrassing me, now can we?" he walked out of the room towards Bakura's.

That night he had to use every threat he knew to get Bakura to leave the penthouse. Apparently he did not like what his friend had made him wear. Frankly it didn't look half bad on him. Screw that, Malik was practically drooling. Somehow, with a whole lot of luck and determination, he had gotten the white haired teen into tight black leather pants. It had been a struggle but it was definitely worth it, especially with the black tank and dark red button up silk shirt with slender Egyptian symbols. The snake shaped belt and silver choker around his throat added to the effect quite nicely, not to mention that Malik had also convinced him to wear silver cuffs on his exposed wrists (Bakura had pulled up his sleeves somewhat).

At the moment the blond laughed with a hint of psychosis as he dragged Bakura to the dance floor. "C'mon Hebeny! Loosen up! Man, don't tell me you don't know how to dance! The great Hebeny Runihura, the ebony destroyer, afraid to dance!"

"Shut up." was the other's mantra for the evening.

Reluctantly he started to take swift but graceful, deliberate, steps. Soon he was moving his arms in strange motions, ethereal and enchanting. Surprisingly, he was quite bewitching. Malik grinned as he watched his friend loosen up and start having some fun, though it was somewhat hesitant. From the corners of his eyes he noticed that there were more than just a couple appreciative glances directed at them. Not that he blamed them, they did make quite a picture, but he was somewhat annoyed that they were looking at Bakura with such intensity. Damn, if he didn't know better he'd say that he was growing attached to that psycho.

After awhile Malik grew tired of having people trying to rub up against him and 'Runihura' and decided to treat his buddy to a nice round of alcohol. To the protest of the other dancers, he dragged Bakura to the bar. Plopping down he ordered a nice tall glass of FMH while the reluctant dancer got a Black Hole. Both were rather thirsty after their 'fun' on the dance floor. Though Bakura looked somewhat disturbed. Malik noticed this and smirked.

"Welcome to the sins of society. Population: all teenagers. Have fun, while you still can."

"I swear, if you don't shut up and let me enjoy my drink. . . I will personally make sure you are incapable of having any 'fun' for the rest of your lives. Plural, not singular."

"Calm down Runihura, just calm down. No need for violence, the night is still young! Find yourself a nice hooker and screw them senseless. See if you're still so uptight then. Wait, you probably don't know what that means." Malik burst into a fit of laughter.

"Sure, rub it in." the darkling sulked as he threw back his drink, which finally arrived. "We'll see who's laughing when you have to sleep on the streets tonight."

"That's so typical, Hebeny. Fine, if you hate this so much, then leave!"

Bakura smirked a vampiric smirk. "Au revoir, mon ange de mort!" he was gone.

Bakura gave a sigh of relief when he was outside and away from all the mortals, sound, and headache inducing lights. The night breeze caressed his overly heated body and played seductively with his tresses. All in all he hated crowds, much less being part of one. The filthy beings had tried to hold him, to touch him, they had tried to taint him with their dirtied hands. He pulled his red shirt closer to him, shivering inside at the memory of dancing among those disgusting creatures. While he could stand a few of them, like those in his band, he found that most of them were quite revolting. He shook his head, was this the side of society that his friend wanted him to see and embrace?

And damn, why did he feel so sick all of a sudden? Like as if he had lost all his strength? He could barely walk straight as he headed towards a nearby park. His stomach lurched violently and he could feel his muscles quivering, threatening to fail him. He stumbled uncertainly, unable to take stable steps as he usually did. Each second seemed to drag on for an eternity, finally he couldn't take it. His knees gave, he collapsed. But he didn't fall to the ground.

He stiffened when he felt a warm body encasing him, but he relented and relaxed. It was Mariku. He was too tired to fight the demon at the moment, and he had a feeling that he knew that. Besides, it would be nothing but a waste of time and energy, both of which he didn't seem to have a lot of at the moment.

"Mariku." damn, why did he sound so weak all of a sudden?

"You fool." the demon muttered as he drew Bakura closer. "Don't you know? You can't trust anyone."

He nuzzled Bakura's neck fiercely, possessively. Who objected greatly, but still unable to stop the offender. Mariku lowered them to the ground, against a nearby tree. He grazed his teeth against the alabaster skin of the darkling's neck, nibbling slightly at the juncture. The darkling was sweet, a bittersweet that tempted him beyond the boundaries that any other had ever before. He seemed content on sucking on Bakura's neck, and the occasional bite. That was, until he bit down especially hard.

Bakura gave a half gasp half moan as the demon's fangs pierced him. As Mariku sucked hard on the wound to get more blood, he swirled his tongue - bringing Bakura's nerves to life. The son of Seth was furious with himself for being so weak, but the pain was so delicious! It was such a heady mixture though, seductive pain and just the right amount of pleasure to entice him. If he didn't have as much control as he did he might have succumbed to the demon's plays.

Mariku licked the wound as it healed, leaving behind a small scar that was as unique as the teeth that had caused it. He smirked down at the slightly dazed Bakura, who was still suffering from the effects of the Rohypnol that was in his drink. Had he been a human he would've suffered much more than just weakness, but seeing as how he was a childe of the gods he was just sedated. However fun the darkling was when he was in control of himself, it was quite a nice change to have him compliant and writhing beneath him.

The demon grinned at Bakura, his fangs dripping with his crimson blood. "Hmm, liked that did you?"

The other nodded slightly, almost docile. But that was before he smirked up at Mariku. "Yeah, but I'd have liked it better if I was dead. Then I wouldn't have to see your face."

The dark blond just leaned towards the white haired one's ear and breathed huskily. "Would you really now? My, my, who would've thought?" he laughed. "Do you know what 'la petite morte' means? If you do, I might just give you a little prize."

Bakura's narrowed. "The little death. Though I doubt that is the context that you are referring to."

"Such a clever childe, aren't you? So you don't know what it means? How about I show you?" Next thing Bakura knew, was darkness.