Is Marik the One for You? (7) (This one is a lemon with Marik... OOOOh)

You hear a noise behind you, and turn around to see Marik enter the room. He catches you offguard, coming in so suddenly. You realize your staring, and fight to look away. You can't help that your mind is wondering what it would feel like with those powerful hands running all over your body. After a moment of catching your breath and composing yourself, you turn back around to see him standing there just looking at you like a lion. You swallow and attempt to speak.
"Good morning--Marik! Ho-ow are you?" You manage to stutter before he begins to walk toward you with an authorative glint in his eye. You used to look at him as a fool, but now he is different, changed, and yet the same Marik that had been making your life difficult. You looked at his face now, trying to be defiant, but that glint in his eye, that undeniable strength, made you bow your head.
The next thing you know, you can feel his fingers under your chin, lifting up your face. You look up, searching his eyes, and find even more disturbing how gentle they are now. You close your eyes and let a tear leak out. You don't know if it is for sadness or joy. You feel his hand slip around your waist, mind focused sharply on that one part of your body, reveling in the feeling, the touch. You open your eyes again, and look into his. Suddenly his mouth is on yours, or your mouth is on his, it was too quick to tell. A fire is burning inside of you, consuming you.
Fire, I like it...
Burn...
Don't.want.to.be.here.
OH MARIK!
*objecting to the duct tape over mouth*
//READ THE FUCKING MEMO!!!// Alright... so in the last quiz Marik stole you and carried you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes into pastures new... yes?
Those recaps are getting on my GOD FOSAKEN NERVES!!!!
Mutt... (muttering)
I hate pastures...
DIIIEEEEE REEECAAAPER!!!!!!!! AAIIIIGH! (me: do you want this lemon or not?)
I object to the next answer in this category.
You finish gorging your stomach and look around. Marik, it seems, quietly snuck out as you were snarfing the food. Another survey of the room tells you that there is a nice BIG comfy red couch in the corner. You walk over to it and are asleep as soon as you hit the cushions.
Oooooh, cushy...
*dreaming of your sexiness*
*dreaming of steak and chaos* yeeesssssss...
I... will... get you... for... making me... s l eee eee p... ZZZzzz
*dreaming of being objected to*
You go in the house with Marik, and he leads you through several different twists and turns. You are slightly irked my the moaning coming from different halls that you don't go down. You decide to ask Marik about it.
You: Marik, what are those noises?
Marik: I share this mansion with that white haired man you saw named Bakura. He likes to entertain female guests here.
You:Oh so that's what his name was.
Marik:*mocking* Oooh, so THAT's what his name was.
You: Shut up.
Marik: Just keep on following me, ok?
You continue to follow him through the twisty halls, until he takes you through a door. Inside the room is a GIANT table covered in gourmet delicacies. You fall upon the feast as if someone with a violent disposition dropped you from a rather large height onto it. The food was delicious, you hadn't realized you were so hungry.
Hey, I am hungry!
I'm too sexy for this.
Is there any STEAK?!?
Damn my hunger! I was about to escape! (me:You don't seem like you want this lemon...)
I object to people objecting too much.
Well, I FOOLED you! The lemon is in the NEXT QUIZ! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
AAAARGGH!!! THAT WAS THE LAST STRAW! ANSWER 2, FETCH ME THE WHIP! AND THE COMFY CHAIR!!!
I'M TOO FUCKING SEXY FOR THIS!!!
WHERE THE FUCK WAS MY STEAK?!?!
FINALLY YOU'VE COME AROUND ANSWER 1! HERE YOU GO!
HA! I GOT THE DUCT TAPE OFF!!!
When Marik finally reaches wherever he is carrying you to, he bends over and puts you down. You turn around to see a GIANT mansion in front of you.
Marik: Ha
You: I just went through all the trouble of running away fron here and you brought me back?
Marik: That's the gist of it really...
You: My entire life is starting to seem like some kind of story
Marik: It is. You see there is this quizmaker named Alex and she is writing this story about u-
You:SHH! You aren't supposed to say that remember?
Marik:Oh yeah. (to readers) JUST KIDDING THERE IS NO QUIZMAKER THIS IS A REAL STORY.
You: Loser.
Marik: Just come inside damnit!
Fiesty, aren't we?
I.don't.want.to.go.in.the.house.mutt.
At least it's not a pasture...
Oh fine, I'll come inside the fucking house...
I object to being objected to before I was even allowed to speak.
When you wake up, you see a fresh bouquet of flowers sitting on the table next to a plate heaped with pancakes. Falling upon the pancakes with the ferocity of a famished lemur, you devour them all in minutes, then see who the flowers are from. You almost shriek as you discover they are from Marik. I mean, you had feelings for the semi-maniac, but you never thought he would return them.
I like flowers... when I am in a good mood...
I am too sexy for those flowers, mutt.
At least it's not pastures...
I don't care much for flowers... I like FOOD more...!
I object to having to dream about being objected!

You love the Marik that isn't possessed with a 5000 year old spirit. That is good, because 5000 years without a shower trapped in an axe thingy could make you smelly.

You like... KAIBA?!?! Oh, well he IS rich... And all his limbs are still attached!

You like Bakura... and if you want a Bakura lemon you need to message me soon or I will continue on with the story!

You actually like the Marik that IS possessed by a 5000 year old spirit... don't kill me... And I wish you a happy life. (NAME THE BABY STEVE!)

???????? You're completely inane and insane!