I run, my eyes so wide so I can capture every sight of him. He isn't moving, his form still and broken. No, "No, no, no. Bakura! Bakura, stay with me!" "I didn't think you'd come" Bakura's voice is hoarse and raspy, completely different to his usual tone. Citronshipping/thiefshipping. Yaoi. Happy birthday, Jem

"B-bakura..." Marik finally speaks, my name riding off his tongue in a whisper but effective enough to move me closer. His eyes snap open to look at me, violet gaze sharp and needy. He wants me now and I am ready for him. Citronshipping. For Jem Kallop

We were like sand and snow, gliding and smashing together in a mix of gold and white. Our skin moulded like a perfect masterpiece, sticking with only sweat and want whilst our legs tangled. Thiefshipping

He gasped out painfully, the burning not helping against his chest, making him flinch. Every movement hurt Marik, every breath agonizing. He needed to get away from this pain but he couldn't move. He needed Bakura. Thiefshipping

However as he slammed both fists against the window repeatedly and called his lover's name Bakura didn't turn back. The thief walked in the opposite direction to the blond boy without a backwards glance. Thiefshipping