I just thought I call the two psychos 'partners' instead of anything else. This is kinda just to explain why. (written for fanfic100 again)

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Don't Call Us That

"Lovers? Blergh, don't call us that." Marik growled at his lighter half. "That word is just so... so..."

"Gay?" Malik supplied.

"Yes! Sappy and mushy and gay." Marik nodded, flopping down on the sofa.

"In case you haven't noticed, you fuck Bakura up the ass. That's gayer than the word 'lovers'." Malik grinned at him while leaning on the kitchen door frame.

"Yeah but fucking Bakura in the ass is fun." The spikey blonde retorted.

"Why do you hate the word so much?" The other blonde asked, sitting down next to his darker side. "You pull the same face everytime someone says it about you two."

"Because." Marik childishly said.

"Because why?" Malik asked.

"Just 'cause." The yami said again, this time picking up the remote and flicking through the channels.

"Oh real mature, Psycho." Malik rolled his eyes. "You're not going to give me a reason are you?"

"Nope." Marik said simply, effectively finishing the conversation.

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"I hate the word 'lovers' too." Bakura admitted when Marik told him about the conversation that night as they lay in bed, smoking post-sex cigarettes. "Its just so fucking romantic and something Ryou says."

Marik shook his head, taking the offered cigarette from his partner. "He asked why and I couldn't tell him. I don't actually know why I don't like that word."

Bakura shrugged. "It just doesn't fit us. We've been together for what? Five millennia?"

"Technically the years in the items don't count, so its more like...fifteen?" Marik corrected, taking a long drag and blowing smoke rings above his head.

"Still, long time. And we're kinda... more than lovers." Bakura pondered as he stole the cigarette back and flicked the ash off the side of the bed.

"Now who's sounding romantic." Marik smirked at him, earning him a kick from the thief king.

"I mean it, douchebag." Bakura scowled. "We're loads of other things besides lovers. Like brothers in arms."

"Partners in crime." The blonde added with a grin.

"Fuck buddies." Bakura supplied as he sat up and straddled Marik's waist.

"Best friends forever." Marik laughed in a childish way, squealing when Bakura pinched him.

"Survivors." Bakura continued, a little sadly.

"Kindred spirits." Marik smiled, stroking Bakura's face softly before yoinking the cigarette back off him.

"I suppose, best thing to describe us would just be partners." Bakura dedueced, idly stroking Marik's arms.

"Yeah, I guess." Marik agreed while he shuffled to sit up and lean against the head board of the bed.

The Egyptian took a long drag, finishing the last of the cigarette, before kissing Bakura harshly, prying his mouth open and breathing the smoke into his partner's mouth.

R+R... I've run out of things to give you