Ok, another chaptered thiefshipping fic! This one is co-written by the wonderful FanGirl16 and myself, so I cannot claim all the credit. We shared it out very evenly. We have no idea how long it will be, but it was a lot of fun to write and I sincerely hope that you enjoy it as much as we did! Without further ado, here is our fic! - Jem

Bakura lay sprawled out on his bed with his brows lowered and his eyes determinedly shut, deliberately blocking out all noises of the apartment he shared with Marik. The silly blonde had gone off somewhere to do God-knows-what, and so Bakura was enjoying this rare moment of silence, stretched out happily with his arms behind his head and the darkness behind his lids settling his tired brain. Living with Marik was a trial sometimes, but for some reason he couldn't stay away. One day soon he would come up with a diabolical plan to get to the Pharaoh, but for now, he was content enough to lie in the quiet and enjoy a few moments of peace. At least, until Marik came back.

Bakura had spent most of that morning in that position. It was hard to find the time to just sit back and relax whilst a raving, tanned teen was screeching about something irrelevant. He had tried so many times to be rid of that Egyptian and yet he was lying on his bed in the very apartment they shared. He couldn't understand why he had remained with Marik, probably that sexy body which he was always talking about. Ah well. He was free to not be captivated by it for the moment at least. He was free to enjoy the silence for a few more minutes as he knew that it wouldn't be long until Marik danced through the door.

As expected, the peace and quiet didn't last long. Bakura groaned and sank further into the bed as the tell-tale rustlings sounded by the front door, and sure enough it flew open in a matter of seconds, revealing the very Egyptian who seemed to have somehow taken over most of Bakura's life. Thinking he might manage at least a few more seconds of silence, Bakura rolled so that he was looking away from the door and placed a pillow firmly over his head. Perhaps Marik would take the hint. However, his hope was short-lived; Marik was a whirlwind at the best of times, but he was at his worst when he had just returned home.

The Egyptian pouted at the sight of Bakura's back. He hadn't expected the grumpy teen to be, well ... as grumpy as usual. Sure, Bakura had an attitude on him but Marik had hoped that today would be different. He had good news after all. Bakura didn't turn as Marik skipped further into the room. Instead he pulled the pillow even more over his face so that Marik couldn't see how utterly livid he was at being disturbed.

Marik paused, hand outstretched mere inches from Bakura's back as he nibbled his lip. He knew that Bakura did not appreciate being disturbed when he was sleeping, as he apparently was now, but, well, Marik had good news! It was only fair his partner got to hear it first, especially as Marik needed his help if this was going to succeed. Bakura would just have to wake up and deal with it; it was the middle of the day anyway, who slept at this time?! However, it was with trepidation that Marik swallowed, moistening his mouth in order to speak as he placed his hand lightly on his pale partner's shoulder. "Um ... Bakura?"

A muffled groan was all he got in response. Marik blinked and moved his hand away with such speed that it shocked himself to move so fast. The pink lips became a pout once more and Marik put his hands on his hips, sternly. He wasn't having this. Whether Bakura wanted to sleep or not this plan required both their attention. With that thought replaying in his tiny head, Marik reached for Bakura's shoulder again and gripped too tightly onto the flesh. Bakura growled though it was still slightly muffled, thanks to the pillow.

With a sharp movement, Bakura pulled his shoulder out of Marik's grip and rolled onto his front, pillow firmly placed over the back of his head and blocking his wild white hair from view. Marik's frown deepened at this; he wouldn't be ignored for long. "Bakura?"

"Piss off, Marik," Was all Bakura mumbled in reply. "I'm sleeping."

"Well you can't!" Marik's voice became more insistent as his hand reached forwards again, this time aiming for the pillow, quickly grabbing it out of Bakura's reach. Bakura's look became dangerous. With a ferocious growl he sat up and turned to face his ridiculous Egyptian companion, one hand shooting out to grasp Marik by the throat. "Whatever bloody plan you have come up with this time, I am not interested, and it will not work. Now give me back that pillow before I gut you."

Marik's eyes narrowed. He was used to the many threats Bakura would shout at him. This threat was a common one and it was always resolved in the same way. Marik jumped backwards out of the way and tossed the pillow across the room in quite the dramatic way. Bakura's eyes remained slits as he clenched his teeth and rose from the bed to retrieve the pillow. He stopped short when he heard a quiet sniff behind him. The pale boy rolled his eyes, how predictable. Marik was trying the sympathy tactic as usual. He would sniff and whimper like a child until Bakura finally paid him attention.

However when Bakura turned to give the boy a piece of his mind and tell him to quit being so bloody pathetic, he found himself suddenly staring up at the ceiling. He blinked in confusion before realizing that effeminate fool had glomped him forcing them both to the floor.

Bakura let out a huff of surprised air as his back met the threadbare carpet, arms instinctively flying up to cover his face. At the sudden, surprising weight on top of him, he moved his hands down only to meet a certain blonde head and a violet gaze that effectively pinned him in place. Marik's eyes were narrowed to slits as he settled on top of Bakura, laying tanned hands on his chest and meeting his brown gaze with determination. "Now, you listen to me, fool, and don't you even think of trying to escape because I've got my legs wrapped around your waist. You aren't going anywhere!"

Bakura struggled to keep a flush from rising to his accursedly pale cheeks as he realised the truth of Marik's words; the Egyptian was effectively straddling him in the centre of his bedroom. This was certainly a new situation, but not one Bakura was entirely averse to; he struggled to keep his mind out of the gutter as he met Marik's determined gaze with his own narrowed brown eyes.

Marik didn't look away from the dangerous gaze he received. He was not about to allow Bakura to get his way or escape from the situation. He had the boy trapped and was determined to show Bakura who was in charge. There was no way Bakura could have his way all the time. Marik was in charge in this relationship. "I have thought up a new dastardly plan which is guaranteed to work," Marik said proudly with a cunning smile plastered on his face. Bakura merely raised an eyebrow and was slightly relieved when the tanned palms were removed from his chest. Although he was a bit disappointed at the loss of warmth there. Marik didn't seem to notice Bakura's reaction and continued, his arms crossed firmly over his chest.

"We are going to truly defeat the Pharaoh this time," Marik announced proudly from his position perched on Bakura's waist. "There is no way he can escape from our next web of evil! My plan is truly legendary, Bakura."

Said pale teen merely rolled his eyes; he had heard this speech far too many times before to have any hopes of taking it seriously now. Still, it was probably best to just let Marik ramble on for a little while; after all, he rather liked the weight of Marik on his stomach. "Alright, I'll humour you." Bakura strove to keep his tone light, although he was only halfway successful. "What has your puny little brain cooked up this time, mortal?"

Marik ignored the insult in favour of leaning down to grip Bakura's shoulders, their faces inches apart. A wide grin was decorating Marik's face, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he began to explain; it was rather difficult for Bakura to remain focused on his words. "We can trap him..." Marik paused for dramatic effect, causing another eye-roll in his pale companion, before continuing, "Through the many evil powers of social networking sites!"

"What?" Bakura asked in slight confusion. This was definitely a new one.

"Have you heard of skype?" Marik continued, speaking as if Bakura hadn't opened his mouth. Bakura still looked confused but answered the question.

"Isn't that the annoying app you have installed on your laptop?"

"It isn't annoying" Marik cried in utter mortification. Bakura, again rolled his eyes. He was sure if he continued doing such an action then they would possibly fall out of his skull.

"What are you getting at, Marik?" The Egyptian stared back at the boy beneath him, his smile ever widening.

"As I told you earlier, fluffy" Marik started. He pulled his face away from Bakura for a moment, his warm breath dancing over Bakura's skin as he did so. "We are going to defeat the pharaoh, once and for all"

Bakura merely stared, wondering exactly which ridiculous thing he should rip to shreds first. Use skype to attack the Pharaoh? Now, Marik had had some ridiculous plans in the past, but this just about took the biscuit. Marik was still staring at him, expression caught somewhere between pride, irritation and expectation as he waited for his partner's response; eventually, Bakura decided to take advantage of this chance to tease his less-than-intelligent partner. "Skype. You really think that skype is the way to finally be rid of the Pharaoh."

Marik looked confused for a moment - of all the things Bakura could have said, this wasn't one that he had imagined. Marik figured that Bakura would either jump for joy at his brilliance, (ok, maybe joy was a bit of an overstatement, but Bakura could at least crack a smile!) or he would ridicule Marik until the Egyptian flounced out of the room, even more pissed off than when he had entered. Needless to say, Bakura's calm questioning was new, and Marik wasn't entirely sure how to take it. He brushed blonde strands of hair out of his eyes, temporarily releasing Bakura's shoulder as he looked back at him. "Yes, skype. We can create a fake account and befriend Yugi until he tells us all his secrets, and then we can use them against him to betray his trust! It's perfect, isn't it? He will never escape us now!" Marik threw back his head in his best impression of an evil laugh, although he knew it could never quite match Bakura's chilling tones.

Bakura just stared up at the rather disturbing scene with a bored expression. After Marik's little rant, Bakura had reconsidered it as ingenious. The plan could actually work as scarring Yugi Motou and using Skype as a way of traumatizing the boy. Getting to the Pharaoh, on the other hand was trickier as it would be impossible to tell who was typing. Nevertheless, now that he thought about it, this plan could be fun. He may not be able to do any physical damage but it would be great to cause some emotional pain instead.

The pale boy waited for Marik's embarrassing laughter to cease before he spoke again. "How exactly do you plan on doing this?"

Marik blinked and sat up straighter on Bakura's waist, succeeding in making a startled gasp escape the boy's lips. Marik didn't notice. "Huh? I told you, we will create a fake account and-" the boy's explanation was interrupted by Bakura's strained voice.

"I mean, what do you need me for? You have everything planned out so why can't you deal with this?" Marik pressed his lips together in a firm line.

"We're partners, aren't we?"

Bakura swallowed, shifting against the floor and manipulating Marik into a slightly more comfortable position, releasing a small sigh of relief. "Well, yes, partners we are, but it sounds like you've got this covered."

Marik nibbled his lip, gazing down at Bakura with a slightly worried gleam to his violet eyes. "W-well, you, um ... you're better at lying than I am. And, with two of us, it will be so much easier to confuse him!"

Bakura heaved another sigh, pushing himself onto his elbows and dislodging Marik, who landed with a disgruntled noise on the floor. Bakura smirked, pulling his knees up to his chest and crossing his arms on top of them. "For starters, Marik, we are not merely trying to 'confuse' Yugi here; we need to trick him. For that, we will first need to befriend him."

Marik mused over that for a moment before a wide smile spread across his lips. "You see? This is exactly why I need you! How are we going to confuse him, Fluffy?"

"Again, it is trick" Bakura corrected matter of factly. "And stop calling me fluffy."

"But you are fluffy!" Marik exclaimed as he crawled over to the disgruntled boy. As much as Bakura liked attention he wasn't in the mood to argue over nicknames. Marik sat beside him with a smile and began to tenderly pat the small 'batwings' on top of Bakura's head. The other merely shook the hand away with a small hiss.

"As I was saying" Bakura began. Marik hmphed as he crossed his arms. "The best way to do this is to get on Yugi's good side by getting close to him. The easiest way to accomplish this is to create an account pretending to be one of his friends. Wheeler seems to be the perfect bait for this" Bakura's features twisted into an unnaturally wide smile which sent a few chills up Marik's spine. He had to say, though he was certainly going to enjoy this more than he should.

Marik mulled that over for a while, one finger placed on his chin and his head tilted attractively to one side; Bakura deliberately looked away, once more forced to drag his mind up out of the gutter. Marik was grinning before long, his mindless drivel filling Bakura's mind with blissful distraction once more. "You know, for you, that's actually a pretty good idea! You'll have to do that though, you're better at lying than I am. I shall create a fake account to help confuse him once and for all!"

Bakura closed his eyes and allowed his head to drop into his hands. "Marik, for the last bloody time, we are not doing this to confuse Yugi! We are going to trick him. However," The pale spirit held up a hand to forestall Marik's inevitable arguments, "I will indeed sign on as Wheeler, but we will have to hack his skype account to make sure he can't contact Yugi himself. Then, you shall pretend to be a fangirl of Yugi's - I'm sure you can manage that much - in order to help me break him. Between us, I'm sure we will fool him into telling us all his secrets."

Marik's eyes widened immediately, and he grasped Bakura's shoulders, leaning in urgently. "What? Did you just say I would have to pretend to be a fanGIRL? I'm a manly man, Bakura!"

"Oh, please. We've had this conversation many times and you always end up losing" Bakura smirked as Marik's cheeks dusted pink. Whether it was anger or embarrassment, he didn't know. It was amusing to watch nonetheless.

"I am a man, Bakura. If someone should play the girl, it is you!" Marik cried despairingly. Bakura merely chuckled.

"And what makes you think I'm suitable for playing that role? I am not effeminate nor do I break down at an insult that it makes my eyeliner run" Marik gasped and narrowed his eyes at the other boy.

"This is kohl, Bakura. It is a special ink to protect my eyes from the sun"

"And yet you still wear it indoors where there is no sunlight to be found. Face it, Marik. You are a woman" Marik growled and rose from the floor with a huff. He was not a woman and he would definitely not sink so low as to be a fangirl! The Egyptian reached down and grabbed the discarded pillow before throwing it into Bakura's face. The other just snickered.

"If we are going to do this then hurry up and hack into Wheeler's account. I hate being kept waiting"

"Of course, princess"

Marik sniffed, turning away from his irritating companion and instead glaring at the opposite wall. His shoulders were tensed, brows furrowed as he crossed his arms, doing his best to keep a tight hold of his short temper. There was a small rustle of movement from behind him, and Bakura's voice rasped through the still silent air. "Marik. Don't get pissy now."

"I'm not pissy!" Marik huffed, whirling round to face him with hands painting crazy patterns in the air. "I just find it amazing how you can still be so wrong about my manliness!"

Bakura blew a puff of air through his pursed lips. "Everything I say is true, Marik. Now, get out of the way - my laptop is behind you." Marik grudgingly stepped aside, allowing Bakura to head over to his bed and dig the laptop out from underneath it. He flipped it open and turned it on, waiting impatiently. Marik was by his side in an instant. "We're not staying in here, fluffy! Your room stinks. Let's go to the living room."

Bakura rolled his eyes but obediently picked up the laptop, carrying it out into the hallway and settling down on the sofa, Marik crashing next to him, bobbing up and down with excitement. "This is going to be so great, Bakura! It's our most diabolical plan yet!"

It didn't take long for the laptop to buzz to life. It took Bakura even less time to open Skype and type in Joey's email address into the bar. Marik watched Bakura curiously with questioning eyes.

"How do you even know his email address, Kura?" Marik wondered. Bakura ignored the other nickname Marik had decidedly given him and finished typing the address before hitting tab.

"Ryou sits next to him on the computers. Because I'm stuck in the ring all day I like to spy on the idiots around me. Wheeler being one of them always signs into various accounts. I just memorized his email"

"Why?"

"Boredom" Bakura answered quickly. The two sat in silence for a while staring at the screen. Marik raised an eyebrow at the small bar asking for a password. Bakura was thinking the same thing. Neither knew the password to get into the account. Marik's face fell.

"Well, it was worth a try". Before Marik could blink, Bakura had moved his pale fingers against various keys spelling out a word before pressing enter. The blue screen flashed a few times before three white circles appeared allowing the two to know that the account was loading. Marik stared oblivious to the word that had been typed. Bakura's mouth twitched before he bent forward with a maniacal laugh. His cackles echoed around the room leaving an ominous noise behind.

"What the frig is so funny?" Marik exclaimed.

"T-that pass..word" Bakura gasped, his laughter calming somewhat. "Hi-his password was 'Kaiba!'"

Marik stared in disbelief at the still-cackling Bakura, a smile beginning to tug at his own lips. "You serious, 'Kura?"

"Of course I'm bloody serious," Bakura choked out, straightening up slightly as the skype home screen loaded. "God, that idiot. I did have my suspicions, though."

Marik smirked, turning back to the home screen. "I guess it is pretty funny. I mean, they're not even friends! A secret friendship is pretty hilarious, right Bakura?"

That sobered Bakura up straight away. He heaved a sigh, despairingly placing two fingers to his temples and rubbing them in a circular motion. "Marik, you do realise that Wheeler and Kaiba are far more than just 'friends', right?"

"Don't be silly," Marik berated with a quick shake of his head, sidling up the sofa to lean over Bakura, staring intently at the laptop screen. "What else could they possibly be?"

Bakura closed his eyes before snapping them open, a smirk suddenly decorating his features. He leaned very close to Marik, allowing his breath to slide across Marik's tan cheeks. "Well, Marik, why don't you use your imagination? I'm sure you can work out exactly what their relationship might be."

Marik wrinkled his nose, leaning away from Bakura. "Fluffy, just tell me what you mean. Stop playing with me."

Bakura snorted, allowing one finger to trail down Marik's bare arm. "Think about it. Two guys, constantly moping after each other in class, and then Wheeler's password is Kaiba's name...what do you think I'm talking about? I'd never have pinned Wheeler as gay though. I must be losing my touch."

Marik's eyes widened, then narrowed, then widened again as he suddenly jumped away from Bakura, crawling to the other side of the sofa and screwing his face up. "Eurgh! 'Kura, why'd you have to go and say something like that? They wouldn't actually do stuff like that with each other, would they?"

"What does your imagination tell you?" Bakura asked with a smirk. Marik's face was completely horrified and the hilariousness of that expression made Bakura crack up once again.

"I don't want to think about this!" Marik cried over the top of Bakura's cackles. "Can we just hurry up and send him a message?" Bakura managed to calm himself enough to talk properly.

"Oh no. I'm taking as much time as I want. I'm not rushing this" Bakura had an amused grin adorning his face as he pulled up the contacts list and scrolled down until he spotted Yugi's name. The profile picture sat at the top left of the screen depicting the small boy grasping the Millennium puzzle lovingly. Bakura couldn't help but grimace at the innocence of it. The pale boy scanned over the keypad before typing a simple message to the young, idiotic child.

'Hey Yug. I don' no if u heard that a new friend has joined the group. He is a bit shy and only likes talkin' over the internet so I told him he could add you as a friend on Skype'.

Now that the message was typed and Bakura had pressed the enter button all that was left to do was to create the fake account for the next stage of the plan.

Marik breathed out, hiding his discomfort through his usual rambling, as Bakura had grown accustomed to. "Well done Bakura, that is certainly a start! Now, go and fetch my laptop so that I may create a fake account, it's about time we started traumatising Yugi!"

Bakura rolled his eyes. "Get your own buggering laptop. I'm waiting for Yugi's response."

Marik lowered his brows, snatching Bakura's laptop and glaring at his pale counterpart. "Get my laptop! I'll watch Yugi. This is my genius idea, anyway!"

Bakura stared at him coldly for a long moment before finally conceding, eventually admitting that it would be faster just to get the damn laptop; Marik always was far more stubborn than he, anyway. He returned soon enough, collapsing once more into the sofa and passing Marik his laptop whilst simultaneously reclaiming his own. Marik smiled brightly at him and something fluttered in his chest, making a scowl decorate Bakura's face. Marik grinned happily as he turned his computer on and loaded skype. "Yugi replied, by the way."

"Oh really?" Bakura lifted a brow, turning to his own (well, Wheeler's) account; sure enough, there was a sickeningly innocent reply from the insufferable midget. 'Oh, sure thing, Joey! You know I always love meeting new people.' Bakura's scowl only increased at that. "Urgh. How bloody painful."

"I know, right?" Marik laughed, quickly making a new account of his own. "Them and their friggin' friendships. Still, tricking them with you is going to be so much fun, Bakura!"

A grunt was the only response he got as Marik stumbled over a username, tapping his chin. "Hm...what name?"

"Does it bloody matter, Marik? Just get on with it!"

"Alright, chill out Bakura!" Marik rolled his eyes, typing in a quick name.

Bakura leaned over his shoulder, one brow raised, tone sardonic. "Kiram?"

"It's Marik backwards," the Egyptian sniffed. "Ingenious, right?"

"It'll do, I suppose," Bakura scoffed. "Now just send a friend request, quickly." Marik complied, trying not to show his hurt at Bakura's dismissive tone, and they both watched the screen hesitantly, waiting to see if Yugi would reply.

That's your lot for now. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed! - Jem (and FanGirl16, of course!)