AN: Okay, I'm a massive Yugioh fantard. Sadly, I do not own it. It belongs to the wonderful Kazuki Takahashi, and it should stay that way.

Thiefshipping fluff, with some Egyptian mythology plot type stuff. A bit of Bakura bashing, because I'm cruel like that. This is the first fic I've ever posted, so PLEASE let me know if I get something wrong. I don't want to be the next Tara Gillespie . Rated T for potty-mouthed Bakura-ness in later chapters .

You have been warned.

"Hey Ryou, can I ask you something?" Bakura said. Ryou could already hear the pleading tone in his voice. That meant he wanted some sort of favor.

"Hmm?" He replied, his eyes still glued to his book. Ever since the Shadow Games had ended and the Pharaoh and the spirit of the ring had obtained their own bodies, he had become used to his Yami's company. Now he was his "landlord" in a far more literal sense. He had to admit though, it was nice to have someone around while his father was away. They'd become good friends, now that he wasn't fused with Zorc and trapped inside the very thing that had driven him mad in the first place. Sure, he and the Pharaoh still didn't get along particularly well, but at least they weren't trying to kill each other any more. Bakura's begging snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Marik was gonna come over and watch some movies, and I was wondering..."

His other half sighed, closing his book with a loud snap. He peered at him over his thin black reading glasses with a look of derision.

"Let me guess, you want me out of the way so you two can have some 'alone time'?" He said, one eyebrow raised in suspicion.

"...Pretty much." The ex-spirit admitted, looking slightly sheepish. He and Marik had been 'together' for about a month now. It was strange to him, caring about someone like that. The only other person he was really close to was Ryou, but that was more of a brotherly relationship. 'More like motherly.' he thought to himself. The boy in question rolled his eyes at the pleading tomb robber.

"You're so transparent." He said with a smirk, pushing his glasses up towards the bridge of his nose and returning to his reading.

"Please?" Ryou turned back to his Yami and froze. He was pouting at him, his eyes pleading and shimmering with fake tears.

Aww crap, not the puppy eyes.

He could already feel his resolve slipping away as those sad red orbs gazed at him, burning through his resistance like lasers.

"Argh, fine then. I'll stay in my room." He said, his shoulders slumping in defeat and frustration.

"Yes!" Bakura said, fist pumping cheerfully.

"But give me fair warning before you two start getting all snuggly. I don't particularly want to see my two best friends playing tonsil hockey." Ryou pulled a face.

"I am an ancient spirit fuelled by darkness. I do not 'snuggle'," Bakura said sulkily. "Besides, we haven't even..." He trailed off, his voice fading into a mumble as he turned away.

"What was that?"

"It's nothing." He seem almost ashamed, sounding uncharacteristically quiet. Ryou furrowed him brow, a hint of concern creeping into his mind.

"That wasn't nothing, you're going all red. Tell me." Ryou said, his voice firm but kind.

"Forget it."

"Fine, be that way." He said in resignation as Bakura walked away. "Go get ready for your date then." Ryou called after him, his tone taunting. Bakura flipped him off before closing the door to his room with a loud 'bang'.

With a loud and agitated sigh, Ryou returned to his book.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Bakura was out of his room in seconds, sliding across the wooden floor in his striped socks. He skidded to a halt in front of the door, patting down his hair and straightening his shirt.

"Ryou!" He called out across the room. Ryou came over, looked him up and down, and then ruffled his hair.

"Okay, now you look normal. You're all set." He grinned. "Go get 'em tiger."

"Tiger?"

"It's an expression. Basically, you look fine."

"Good. Now go away."

"Gee, you're nice." Ryou muttered, disappearing into his room.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door to reveal Marik, wearing cargo pants and his favourite lilac shirt. The Egyptian grinned, seemingly trying to hold back laughter. Bakura stood there for a minute, simply watching his expression.

"What?"

"You do know I can hear everything you're saying from out here, right?"

"Shut up." He said, earning a chuckle from his boyfriend in response. They walked in, sitting on the couch. "You got the movies?"

"Right here." he said, holding them up. Bakura took one, moving to put it in the DVD player. He paused for a moment, studying the case in his hands.

"'The Princess Bride'? Seriously?" He said, his voice skeptical.

"What? It's good!" Marik said defensively.

"You're such a girl."

"Bakura, we're both guys. That's like going into a Chinese restaurant and saying one of the chopsticks is a fork."

"You're still a girl." Bakura smirked, his voice teasing. "And we are not watching a movie about a bloody princess."

"There are sword fights and torture machines in it." Bakura paused for a second, his eyes widening with glee as he grabbed the disc and shoved it in at light speed.

"Knew that'd work." Marik said, sprawling out on the lunge and across Bakura's lap. He stifled a squeak, feeling his face burn and his heart pound. He turned his attention towards the film, willing away his growing blush.

Surprisingly enough, he actually enjoyed it. Before Bakura knew it, the credits were rolling. Turning off the TV, Bakura looked down at his lap. Marik was fast asleep, his chest softly rising and falling.. He looked so peaceful there. So... cute. Bakura's eyes darted back and forth, checking the room for possible witnesses. Satisfied that no one was watching, he lent sideways, wrapping an arm around the sleeping boy and resting his head on his chest. He nuzzled into it, closing his eyes as he let out a contented sigh.

Okay, maybe ancient spirits did snuggle sometimes.

Comments? Thoughts? Scathing criticisms? Review me and I'll try to improve in later chapters. ( Yes, there's going to be more of this story. Sorry in advance XD )