He smirks, suddenly appearing out of the shadows in front of Atem, "Hello, Pharaoh~ Seems you get to be my victim for this~" He grabs the other, giving him a deep kiss on the lips. . . before moving quickly to deliver a deep bite to the shoulder.
The word victim had Atem’s heart pounding, but he didn’t know if it was fear of something else. Putting himself in danger always seemed to ignite something in him, so he didn’t run.
Once again this kiss, though different, still held a familiarity that had Atem melting against Marik with ease. He should have known what would come next. It wasn’t as if the was the first time, and it likely wouldn’t be the last.
He hissed at the pain that quickly bloomed into something else entirely. It was in the exact same spot.
The strange thing was that though Marik had shifted to sink his teeth into Atem’s shoulder, he still held him as he tore into his shoulder, as he felt the blood well up. “You’re going to leave a scar.” He hissed through gritted teeth. “Trying to claim your territory?” Atem’s mouth seemed to once again work without the aid of his brain.
