Summary: Marik and Bakura live together as roommates, friends, and partners, and not just in crime! But one day, in the midst of a VERY intimate moment, they realized that they forgot one thing: Bakura is using a borrowed body. A sequel/companion to Italian Curls and British Bunny Ears (or Bat Wings)

Genre: What the frig do you think!? Romance!

Characters: Yami Bakura, Marik Ishtar, Ryou Bakura, Aquailita, Dynamite and Soup... wait... WHAT?!

Rating: A VERY sexy abridged T++ (or M-, if you wanna think of it that way). T right now but might change to M by chapter 3


HELLO! Hello to everyone here from Italian Curls and British Bunny Ears (or Bat Wings), hello to everyone from 14 YGO Pairings I Don't [Really] Ship, hello to my followers, and welcome to all newcomers to this SUPER-SEPCIAL-AWESOME thiefshipping story that has something to do with Hetalia.

By that, I mean that Bakura's hair is just like the Italy Brothers' hair... You know what I mean. You should go read ICaBBE(oBW) (pronounced eye-cayb-bee-oh-bwuh) now so you can get a BG info idea about it. Because well...this is a sequel, after all. Just a continuation.
A follow-up story to my highest fic on the rating scale: T+, Italian Curls and British Bunny Ears (or Bat Wings). If you haven't read up to at least chapter 7 in it, I suggest you go right to that fic and either read it all the way through or skip to chapter 7. Because it has some background info in it that I will not recap in this fic. Because that's not what imma do here.

So this is going to replace ICaBBE(oBW) as number one on my rankings for fanfic ratings. Originally it was the highest rated I've ever done, a very sexy thiefshipping T+. But this... Well I can consider this a VERY sexy thiefshipping M-. I'm not at an M yet because I still don't do M's. But I'm getting there!

I'd like to thank Rueky Ishtar (I spelled it right!) for being my biggest supporter of ICaBBE(oBW), and I hope you will be my biggest fan of this as well~!
So anyway...
Erm...

Like I said, this is a sequel and Marik and Bakura are in the same position (lol I said position...) and status that we left them in ICaBBE(oBW) (pronounced eye-cayb-bee-oh-bwuh). But the difference is that we are now remembering... Bakura is a spirit in the Millenium Ring and I never mentioned Bakura or Melvin getting separate bodies from their hikaris. So what happens when a hikari breaks through...?

Ryou, forgive me!
Bakura, forgive me as well!

Warning: Contains yaoi, a self-insert, a traumatized Ryou, Soup, Dynamite, Pokemon, and many British things.

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, Yu-Gi-Oh: The Abridged Series, Hetalia, Skylanders, Pokemon, any of their characters, any tea-making skills, or the British language.

R&R

ENJOY~!


~In the midst of a conversation...~

"I know that, Marik. But it doesn't mean anything is going to change about it."

"It doesn't?" Marik asked, sliding closer to Bakura on the bed.

The ancient spirit continued to stare dismally out the window at the night sky. Both of them were bathed in the light of the full moon.

Bakura had been feeling down about something a few minutes ago, and had just finished explaining it to Marik who was now consoling him.

"It doesn't," Bakura said with a sigh. His face hardened. "But the only thing I have control over is how I react to it. And this is how I choose to deal with it."

"Oh is it now?" Marik asked somewhat seductively, wrapping his arms around Bakura's waist.

Bakura was too wound up to notice and mistook the gesture for a simple hug. "It is. So I guess I will just be ignoring the idea of it... For now."

"Oh will you?" Marik said even more seductively.

"Yes, I w-" He paused when he felt Marik's hand suddenly move from around his waist to on his head and pass over his hair very close to one of his bat-wing spikes of hair. Then a moment later, he felt a finger slide across it.

Bakura shivered and sighed at the touch and smiled over his shoulder at Marik. "Marik? Are you trying to distract me and cheer me up?"

"That depends," Marik said nonchalantly. "Is it working?"

"Yes."

"Then I guess I am."

"Usually I'm the one distracting you with sex."

"Well you're feeling down so I guess the tables have to turn for once."

Bakura wrapped his arms around Marik's waist and pulled him closer, practically pulling the Egyptian on his lap. He moved his face closer to Marik's and whispered, "Well then let them turn." And he kissed Marik. Marik immediately began kissing back.

Gradually, the kiss grew more fevered and passionate and hungry. Bakura's hand snaked its way from Marik's side to Marik's neck. He circled with his thumb a particular area on Marik's neck where he liked to bite often. Marik's hand stayed where it was on Bakura's head, and began gently stroking the fluffy white hair. Bakura would usually start purring at that, but he was still a bit tense from his negative mood a few moments ago. Time to kick it up a notch then, Marik reasoned.

Marik's other hand went for the hem of Bakura's black T-shirt and tugged at it a bit. Then the hand slipped underneath and slid up Bakura's skin. The hand, and the rest of Marik (minus his mouth) froze instantly when a few of his fingers touched something cold and hard, and other fingers touched what felt like a bulge in Bakura's skin as well as a warm and somewhat thick liquid.

Surprised and confused, Marik immediately halted their make-out session and pulled away. He took his hand out from under Bakura's shirt and examined it. Though his skin and the liquid were both dark, the moon was bright and he had a hunch as to what it could be. Bakura watched as his partner cautiously smelled his fingers. He gasped. "Bakura!"

"What?" Bakura asked impatiently, eager to get back to what they were doing.

Marik held up his hand for Bakura to see clearly. "Why the frigging Ra are you bleeding?!"

"Don't you-"

Marik suddenly grabbed Bakura's shirt and pulled up over his head. Before he could pull the shirt off completely, Marik's eyes widened at what lay underneath.

The Millenium Ring was hanging from Bakura's neck, the five points lodged into his chest and drawing blood from it. The dark red color of the blood contrasted sharply and beautifully from Bakura's pale white skin. But it also contrasted somewhat gruesomely.

"Bakura..." Marik breathed as he removed the shirt completely. "You... Why?"

Bakura rolled his eyes at his forgetful and ignorant roommate. "Marik I've told you every single Ra damn bloody time you ask. I sleep with it like this so it doesn't fall off when I sleep. And so Ryou can't take it off if he regains control while I'm unaware."

"Does Ryou even come out anymore?" Marik asked. "I haven't seen him in like months."

"I let the kid out every other week for like two minutes," Bakura replied. "I like it like this though. Makes it feel safe and secure. And I like the blood. Blood excites me... Marik..." He reached up and traced the area on Marik's neck again with his thumb. "You know that..." he said in a whisper.

Involuntarily, Marik leaned into the touch and tilted his head. He started slowly leaning towards Bakura and his eyelids drooped as he fell. But before he closed his eyes completely, he remembered what he had just seen and shook his head, moving back to an upright position. "Gah! No! Bakura... I don't like blood as much as you do! I like killing people and driving people insane about half as much as Melvin does, but I don't really like the blood involved. Can you please take the Millenium Ring off for right now? Please? And clean up those wounds they're disgusting and might get infected!"

"Marik if you're concerned for my health, don't be. I'm perfectly fine and used to it." Marik 'hmphed' and turned away a bit. "Stop being a bloody idiot and get over it. You're overreacting about nothing. Come on." He put a hand under Marik's chin and tried to coax him to turn his head. "Please...~?"

"No, Kura!" Marik cried out. "I don't like to see you bleeding you like that! It worries me! Plus I don't want you getting blood all over the bed!"

"It's not even your bed, Marik."

"I still don't want you getting blood all over it. Cuz who does the laundry? Me!"

"Marik, my bed sheets are black. You're not going to notice the bloodstains. And think about how many bloodstains are there right now that you don't know about. Probably a lot."

"It's not just that!" Marik insisted. "It's just that... Okay the truth is that the Millenium Ring scares me and I'm worried that it's going to seriously hurt one of us and also it creeps me out a lot to see it just digging into your skin like that okay!" After that, all was silent. Marik folded his arms and turned away from Bakura more.

Bakura gave him a hug from behind, careful not to get any blood on him. "You sound like Ryou."

"What?!" Marik cried. "Why the frig do I remind you of your Gay/British/Lame/Shemale/Adorable hikari host-guy-person?"

"Heheheh... It's because he always worried about those things and he once told me exactly what you just said! It's ridiculous. But I do see where you are coming from. And Marik, he's not gay. Just extremely British. You know that. I'm the gay one. That being said... Can we please..." he leaned over and licked Marik's neck. "...finish what we started?"

Marik shook his head and yawned. "No, Kura. Not tonight. Too tired." He unwrapped Bakura's arms from around him and scooted away.

"Weren't you the one who brought this on? If anything, I should be the one telling you I'm not in the mood."

"But you are. And I'm not. I may have provoked you but now I'm tired." He yawned again and walked around to the other side of Bakura's bed. His room was across the hall, but he was going to spend the night in Bakura's bed to keep him company and continue to console him after the little angsty/depressed mood he had been in for the past three hours. "Go clean yourself up, put a shirt on, then get to bed." Marik climbed under the covers and closed his eyes so he could wait for Bakura.

Bakura sighed and rolled his eyes, but got up and went to the bathroom to clean all the blood off himself, put on an extra thick undershirt, then put the same still clean T-shirt back on. When he entered his room again, he found Marik breathing loudly and evenly; he had already fallen asleep.

The spirit smiled and planted a good night kiss on his forehead. Then he tucked himself into bed, wrapped an arm around his sleeping Egyptian partner (in crime and in love), and fell asleep.


OOOOOHHHH! Our first mention of the plot: Ryou and the Ring. Why is that the plot, you ask? Well look at the title... Heheheh...

The next chapter might be for A LONG WHILE! like... Maybe I'll update once a week. Sorry. I have a good story-plotish-thing for this, but there are some gaps in the chapters. right now there is a gap between chapters 2 and 3, and between 5 and 7 (an estimation). But hopefully you won't kill me if I tell you that it's once a week. And hopefully I'll have more time to... you know what? Take the chapter and just wait for the next! Trust me, you'll love it! But no more hints! k?
Go read A Scar Stamp and A Sexy Shipping while you're waiting for the next chapter of this. It was a random idea that I got and it is my practice for chapter 3 of this (because I'm still not 100% comfortable with writing M's, but I'm getting close)!

See you next chapter!

BYEEEEEEEEEE~!