A Scar Stamp and A Sexy Shipping

Summary: Bakura claims that he knows Marik's back very well, especially his scars. Marik asks him to prove it. As he does, random sexy thiefshipping smut-stuff happens. You could say that they're bringing sexy BACK! Rated for sexiness and language. Abridged.

Rated M (for a reason. my first ever)

Characters: Yami Bakura, Marik Ishtar, Melvin Ishtar, Ryou Bakura

Genre: Romance, Sexy (sexy SHOULD be a genre), and Humor

I HAVE FINALLY SOLVED THIS CHAPTER ISSUE! i WILL JUST DO MY TRADITIONAL ONE-CHAPPIE-PER-CHAPTER LAYOUT! The AN's will be VERY short, because of that! I'm uploading one chatper at a time today, untill I get up to chapter 4. That's the way I've always done it, no reason to change it now. KurScapIbGoatOhs is an exception.

Hello again! It's me! I thought of this while in the car. And as you all know, my best fanfic ideas happen either in the bathroom, in Spanish class, or in the car. So I was randomly thinking about a story I had read earlier the day I started this, and that got me thinking about Marik's scars. And then I started thinking about fanart and how that would look if he was shirtless in fanart. Then I was thinking about ICaBBE(oBW), and about chapter seven where Bakura was very gently tracing Marik's scars (yeah, you like that don't you thiefshipping fangirls?). And then I got to thinking about FDtBE, and then I was thinking about THIS!

It's title-self-explanatory. So yeah...
This is not only one of my random must-be-written-because-it-is-awesome! ideas, but it is also practice for FDtBE, which is supposed to be T+ to M-. Who knows? Maybe there will be a tasty lemon for you at the end of this if I can bring myself to do it. But don't get your hopes up. Don't worry! I won't lead you on and then dash your hopes, like I did ever-so-evilly in ICaBBE(oBW).

(By the way, there is deathshipping in this. This will probably be the only time I ever actively deathship in a fanfic. It was a torturous pain in the ass and I kept running out of ideas. You're welcome.)

Now enjoy the sexiness!

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, Yu-Gi-Oh: The Abridged Series, Cannibal Holocaust, Love Game, Lampshipping, or any of their characters/trademarks/whatevers.

R&R

ENJOY~!

•—Chapter 1: What I Know—•

"HOLY SHIT BAKURA THAT IS SO FRIGGING SCARY!"

Bakura opened his eyes and turned to his Egyptian lover who sat next to him on the couch. Bakura was sitting with his legs crisscrossed and Marik now had his legs up on the (opposite side of the) couch and was hugging them in terror. For some reason.

It could have been a number of things. It could have been the scary movie they were watching. Or it could have been the book Marik was reading, which was now on the floor.

"What?" Bakura asked at last. "What's scary?"

"You!" Marik cried. "That was terrifying! Don't do that ever again!"

"Do what?"

"That... Face..."

"What face?"

"That face!" Marik repeated, finally relaxing and putting his feet back on the floor. "You were genuinely smiling like you were extremely happy and you had this kitty cat look on your face and it was just so adorable! You looked like Ryou for a second there! It startled me! And it just looked so weird and scary!"

Bakura closed his eyes and sighed and leaned back. "Why is that terrifying? It's just a thing."

"You looked adorable! You're not supposed to be adorable, Bakura."

Bakura opened an eye and gave Marik a look. "How many times have you said 'Oh, Kura, you're such a cute kitty cat I could just die!' to me? I can be cute."

"No! You cannot! And that's different!" Marik brought his feet back on the couch, kneeled above Bakura, and looked down on him with his hands on his hips. "You're not supposed to be adorable, you're just cute and sexy."

"Wha..." Bakura opened the other eye and sat up. "What's the difference?! The same bloody thing."

"No they are not!" Marik insisted. "Cute is what you are. Adorable is what your host is, and it's a subcategory of cute. It's much more intense. You aren't cute enough to be considered adorable! So don't do that face ever again. Please it's scary."

"Why is it scary?" Bakura asked.

"It's just too OOC of you! You're freaking Yami Bakura. Yami Bakura isn't supposed to be adorable. He's supposed to be cute and sexy."

"Marik, not only is every single thing you said about the difference between 'cute' and 'adorable' complete rubbish, but there is no reason why I can't be adorable once in a while."

"Yes!"

"And besides, I do that face all the time. It just happens. At least once a day, I randomly go into a state of extreme and uncontrollable kitty cat adorableness with a 'kute kitty kat' face for about eight to eleven seconds. It happens."

Marik eyed him sceptically. "Are you sure? No you don't. I've never seen you do that."

"Well I do." Bakura turned back to the movie. "It just happens when you aren't looking. I don't know why. It's just a coincidence."

Without looking at him again, Bakura waved Marik over to his side of the couch with one hand while the other hand rested on the arm of the couch.

Marik got off his knees and obeyed the beckoning hand; he moved over and sat right next to Bakura. The hand that had waved him over rested itself on his shoulder. Marik leaned on Bakura and also continued watching the movie.

"But I know you so well!" Marik said in response to Bakura's last comment. "And I know you don't just randomly do that! I would know."

"No offense, but your observational skills are not all that great. You wouldn't be able to tell. And you may know me well, but so does everyone else. I'm never OOC. Actually, I'm only out of character around you and again, it only ever happens when I'm not around you. So since I do it naturally when I'm in character, it is totally in character for me."

"No. I know you better than anyone."

"Oh really? I always act in character. Always. Name one thing you know about me personally that no one else I've met knows."

"Your ass."

Bakura grinned and looked at his Egyptian without moving his head. "What was that?"

"I know your ass better than everyone else."

Bakura laughed. "I meant in terms of my personality. But that is true..." Bakura's hand traveled down Marik's arm from his shoulder to his waist. "No one knows me better that way than you do, Marik."

"Your turn," Marik said. "One thing you know about me that no one else in the whole world knows."

"Oh that's easy," Bakura said simply. "Your back. More specifically, the scars on it."

Marik turned his head and gave Bakura quizzical look. "What? That? Why would that...? Bakura, everyone knows that about me. They all know about the Initiation and-"

"They know of your scars," Bakura interrupted, "but they don't really know them the way I do..." As he said this, Bakura's hand slipped underneath Marik's shirt and he inched his thumb towards Marik's back. His thumb met a groove and gently traced one line of it back and forth continuously. "I know it so well. There are only two people who would know it better than I do. One of them is dead and the other one is either cuddling with or molesting Ryou right about now.

"Yeah... But you don't really know it that well, do you?"

"Actually I do. I could tell one section apart from the other with my eyes closed. I know every single skin cell of your back. Not to mention that it is the Pharaoh's Memory that's imprinted there, and I've seen the Giant Rock version of it over a hundred times already. Literally. I keep count. I have seen it exactly one-hundred and thirty-four and a half times."

"And a half?"

"I only had one eye open the last time I looked at it. The point is that I just know that part of you so well."

Though they both were looking straight at the TV screen, neither of them was even paying attention to the movie anymore. They didn't even register that the TV was still on.

Marik shifted a millimeter closer to Bakura and replied, "Oh really?" with a smirk. "Could you redraw it perfectly by hand? If it somehow disappeared from my back and you were an expert tattoo artist, would you be able to redo it on my back perfectly? Exactly how it looked?"

"Yes. I would. And I can do better than hand drawing it."

"How much better?"

"I could redraw it with my tongue alone."

Marik flinched a bit at Bakura's words. He turned to him and found the Brit grinning at him.

"Well then..." Marik continued. "Wanna prove it?"

"Right now?" Bakura asked. Next thing Marik knew, they were lying down on the couch and Bakura was on top of him. "That can be arranged..."

"Wha?! Now... That's not what I... Oh whatever." That was all Marik managed to say before Bakura's lips met his. Marik's hands automatically went to Bakura's hair, and he dug his fingers into it and pressed their faces harder together. As their tongues started joining in on the fun, Bakura's hands went to Marik's waist. They slid between the couch cushions and Marik's back, and then between Marik's skin and his shirt. As much as they could under the Egyptian's weight, his fingers traced the markings there, each hand moving independently of the other.

Bakura moved his mouth away without warning. Marik didn't have time to react and his tongue was left hanging out of his mouth, longing for Bakura's to return to it, with a string of saliva connecting it and Bakura's tongue. "You see?" Bakura asked as Marik moved one of his hands from Bakura's head to wipe away the drool. "I know you that well." His hands were still under his shirt and his fingers still traced the scars they touched.

"I believe you."

"No you don't."

"I do."

"You don't."

"Okay fine. I don't believe you. I want you to prove it."

"Wasn't I just about to?" Bakura asked. He pulled Marik up into a sitting position with his hands still on his back. He moved his face close to Marik's as if he was going to kiss him again, but only gave him a quick one before his mouth went for Marik's neck. He kissed it and licked it and gently nibbled on it. Marik moaned almost inaudibly.

"Yes," Marik said at last, breaking the silence. "But that's not what I...uuuhhh...had in mind. I was thinking more li-...aaahhh...like a game..."

Bakura stopped and picked his head up and met Marik's lustful gaze with a questioning one. "Game?" he asked. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean that we should like...have fun with it. Like a game. A few tests for you to see how well you truly know my scars."

Bakura, fully interested, pushed himself off of Marik and sat up next to him. "What sort of tests? How would they work? If they involve what I was going to do to you anyway then I'm all for them."

Marik swung his legs from behind Bakura to the floor and sat up next to him. "Yeah um... Well..." Marik's expression turned thoughtful for a minute or two before answering. His eyes lit up, in a way that Bakura knew indicated that he had just thought of a 'brilliant' idea. "I got it. The first is going to require black and red paint, a paintbrush, a large piece of paper, a piece of thin but study cardboard the same size, an easel, a blindfold, and a cup of ice cubes."

Bakura's eyes widened as Marik listed the items. "Why the bugger we need all of that for? What do you plan to do?"

"Trust me, Fluffy. This is going to get interesting!"

See you next chapter!

BYEEEEEEE~!