- Marik and Bakura are living together as just friends and roommates. Or so they say. What will happen when one starts accidentally falling for the other? One can only find out. As a warning, it's rated M for a reason. A good reason. ;)
-Also, this story is Abridged-based, so there will be references and character personality modification.
-Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters.
More than Just Partners in Crime
By: ElectricLimeRose
Marik and Bakura were two bad guys. Well, calling them bad guys was putting it lightly. They were partners in crime, and they were always coming up with new plans to thwart their enemy, the Pharaoh. Though their plans were usually foiled, they never gave up.
"Rise and shine, Bakura!" Marik called loudly, knocking on his partner's door to his room. Marik was the loud and sometimes obnoxious one. He was 19 years old, but still had the heart and soul of a child. He had platinum blonde hair, which hung in fine, layered, even strands from the two large tufts that stuck out from the top of his head. Several locks of his hair almost hung in front of his bright lavender eyes. When the sun hit them, they almost seemed to glow a brilliant amethyst mixed with just the slightest hints of dark violet. These eyes were accented even more by the sharp kohl markings under them. The Egyptian was a gold lover. He had gold stud earrings that hung down almost to his shoulders. He also sported several gold armbands on his fore arms and one on each of his upper arms. Matching these were gold choker necklaces in the same style. The shade of golden yellow matched perfectly with his extremely tanned skin. Despite being rather thin, Marik was quite muscular. He had well-defined abs that he liked to show off with his usual outfit of a purple hooded sleeveless shirt that cut off extremely short. With this, he usually wore black tight pants and black shoes.
"It's 5 o'clock in the bloody morning!" Bakura groaned from the other side of the door. Marik crossed his arms and huffed in a dramatic fashion.
"But I'm making breakfast!" He offered. Since they were best friends, and they were after all, working together, Bakura had offered Marik to stay at his house. Sometimes however, he regretted doing just that.
"I don't care!" Grumbled an angry Bakura, wanting to sleep some more.
"Don't make me come in there!" Marik warned. Bakura's eyes shot open.
"N-no! Don't!" He shouted back.
"Why not?" Marik asked, however before he could reply, he opened the door. A startled and shocked Bakura threw up the covers, an intense slash of bright red across his face.
"D-Do you MIND?!" He yelled, breathing rather heavily.
"Bakura…" Marik stayed put, not heeding his warning.
"WHAT?"
"W-were you.. Jerking off?" He asked, staring at him. Bakura flushed an even deeper shade of red.
"Uh…uh.. Well.. err.." He stammered, trying to make the words come out of his mouth but failing miserably.
"Heh.. Were you jerking off to me?" Marik joked with him, sarcastically striking a sexy pose by thrusting his hips to the side and putting one hand on his side. If Bakura's face could get redder, he would become a tomato.
"Marik… Please… Get out of my room.." He tried to say in the most polite tone he could muster. However for him, it wasn't easy.
"Alright, fine. Happy jerking!" He bounced out of the room, closing the door behind him. Bakura, relieved that he was gone, collapsed onto the bed. He started to think about how much he resented the annoying Egyptian, but then he noticed that he was even harder than before Marik had walked in on him.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Marik attempted to make breakfast. He took four eggs, cracked them and put them on baking sheets, which he put into the oven. Next he found some bacon in Bakura's secret compartment of his refrigerator (usually he kept his meat in there). He put the bacon in some boiling water that he had going in a pot on the stove. He stood back to admire his work, arms crossed and a grin on his face.
"Bakura will be so happy when he sees that I've made breakfast!" He said in a voice like a little kid who wants to show his parents his work of art he just made. Bakura finally trudged into the kitchen. He wore his light blue pajamas and bore an extremely tired expression on his face. His deep, chocolate eyes were only partly visible because of his half-closed lids. His hair, a little on the messy side now, was pure snow white in color. It was long, it went down to almost the middle of his back. His style consisted of various tufts sticking out in different directions in a rather spikey way, but also made a quite flowing effect all together. On the top of his head, he had two larger tufts of hair that stuck out. Marik liked to call these his 'kitty ears' or his 'batwings'. He flushed deep crimson every time he called him a 'kitty'.
"Morning Bakura!" Marik beamed, turning to face him.
"Meh.." Bakura muttered, plopping down in a chair at the table.
"Sorry about walking in on you like that…" He apologized. Bakura grinned slightly.
"That's quite alright," he said quietly, almost to himself.
"Well I made up for it by making breakfast!" Marik cried happily, yanking open the oven door and taking out his extremely burnt, black eggs.
"Marik… What the bloody hell is that?" Bakura stared at the steaming burnt crisps on the pan. Marik flushed, his eyes growing wide and an extreme pout on his face.
"Well… They were supposed to be eggs…" He said sadly, disappointed in himself, his head hanging low.
"Marik, you don't put eggs in the oven like that! Are you a moron?" Bakura yelled at him, his eyes stern. Marik felt a single tear drop form and fall down his cheek. His eyes flashed with hurt as he looked at Bakura.
"I'm not a moron!" He shouted back, and turned around to the stove before adding, "I know I can't screw this up! I made bacon!" He brought the pot over to the table and set it down. Bakura stared at it, like he was almost expecting it to move.
"Yes?.." He asked, looking up at Marik.
"Well go on, get some! While it's hot!" He waved his hand to signal him it was okay to dig in.
"Uhh…" Bakura stood up and leaned over the table, looking into the pot. Strips of bacon floated only half-cooked in the water.
"Marik…" He said, sitting back down.
"Hm?"
"You don't know a bloody thing about cooking, do you?" He looked him in the eye.
"Of course I do! I'm an amazing cook! I have mad skills!" Marik puffed out his chest, proud. Bakura got up from the table and grabbed his car keys from the counter.
"Where are you going?" Marik asked, sprinting after him.
"To Denny's…" Bakura said and went out the door, leaving Marik behind. He stood in the kitchen, upset that he hadn't invited him to go with him. He was just about to burst into tears when Bakura opened the door again.
"Well aren't you coming?" He asked. Marik squeaked with happiness and rushed out the door.
"Shotgun!" He shouted excitedly and quickly climbed into the passenger seat of Bakura's pitch black with cobalt flames Camaro. Obviously Bakura had not bought it himself. He stole it from a car dealership as a regular black Camaro, and then later went to a custom designer shop, and threatened the worker he would murder him on the spot if he did not paint the cobalt flames on it. Bakura grinned every time he laid eyes on his car, for it reminded him of the good and fun times he had obtaining it.
"There's no one else but you.. Of course you get bloody shotgun," Bakura rolled his eyes. He found Marik annoying almost to the point he would explode with anger sometimes. Ever since they started working together, he realized Marik was almost intolerable. He thought this a lot, but lately he had begun to question his opinions of him. In fact, sometimes he even adored it when Marik would say the most ridiculous things, or do something silly. He rather liked being around him, he enjoyed his company quite a lot.
"And damn… Does he have a good body.." Bakura said very quietly to himself. It was true. He found Marik to be extremely attractive. Once or twice….or maybe even a few times, Bakura had unintentional wet dreams about him. He even recalled a time when he groaned out Marik's name, and he rushed to his door, knocking frantically.
"Bakura! Are you alright!" He said that night.
"Y-yes! I'm f-fine!" Bakura called back to him, shocked and a little confused. That night nearly confirmed his beliefs that maybe after all, Marik wasn't so bad.
Marik's insanely loud off-key singing startled Bakura, knocking him back into the present. He was so busy having flashbacks, he had completely forgotten they were driving on the highway.
"Stand by meeee!~" Marik sang loudly, almost making Bakura's ears bleed.
"Oi! I'm trying to drive, you bloody fool!" He said, a little irritated.
"Oh but Bakura, won't you… Stand by meee?~" He sang again, this time leaning over to Bakura and wrapping his arm around his neck, pulling him and almost causing him to run off the road.
"The bloody hell, Marik! Do you want to die?" He shot him an intense warning look.
"I won't be afraid though! You know why?.." Marik grinned cheekily, and took a deep breath, signifying he was just about to belt out some more chords.
"Oh for the love of Ra.." Bakura groaned and braced himself for the impact.
"No I won't be afraid! Noo-oo I won't be afraid! Just as loo-ong, as you sta-and, sta-and by MEEE!~" He almost shouted. Bakura winced. The Egyptian was quite the horrible singer, but he loved to sing, and Bakura just couldn't find it in himself to tell him that he was bad at it. It would break his heart. Wait… Bakura actually cared for his feelings? Since when did he care about anything? He started to have a mini panic attack, gripping his steering wheel tight and starting to breathe hard.
"Are you okay, Kura?" Marik asked, a worried expression on his face. He put one of his hands on his arm. This sent shivers running up Bakura's arm and down his whole body. He didn't know why exactly, but he loved it when Marik touched him. This soothed and calmed him down greatly.
"Yeah.. I'm okay," he sighed. Finally they arrived at Denny's. Surprisingly enough, there were not a lot of people inside. They sat down at a table and ordered their food. While waiting impatiently, Marik fiddled with his fork, trying to balance his knife on top of it. Bakura watched in amusement. CLANG!
"Friggit!" Marik cursed. Bakura chuckled.
"It's not funny! Oooh I know! Let's play Tic-Tac-Toe!" Marik suggested.
"I'm NOT playing Tic-Tac-Toe.." Bakura groaned.
"Come on, it will be fun! I'll be X's, you can be O's," he smiled happily and quickly drew a chart onto the placemat with a ballpoint pen.
"Ugh, Marik, I d-.." Bakura started but was interrupted.
"X's go first! Now I must warn you, Bakura, I used to play this all the time back home in the tombs.. Ishizu and I would play, drawing it into the sand with a stick. I always won! So you better watch out, Kura!" He explained, drawing his X in the bottom left box.
"I highly doubt your story is completely accurate," Bakura said and went along, drawing his O in the top right box.
"You doubt my skills?" Marik grinned, putting another X in the middle. Bakura just eyed him as he drew his next O in the top middle box. Marik responded by eying him back and drawing his X in the top left box.
"Hah! I won't let you win," Bakura grinned, and stopped Marik's line by placing his third O in the bottom right box. Then his grin faded and turned to a jaw drop when he realized he had just lost anyway. Marik grinned the cheekiest grin he could muster at Bakura and finished his line by putting his last X in the left middle box.
"Hahah! I win, you lose!" He cheered himself.
"Whatever.. You got lucky," Bakura crossed his arms on the table. Marik smiled at him and rested his hands on his arms.
"It's okay.. We're not all good at games.. Some of us just suck!" He said, trying to sound sincere. Bakura growled.
"Why you little-.." He started but was interrupted by the waitress, who had their food. He drooled at the smell of the bacon.
"Here you go," the waitress smiled and skipped away. Bakura took no time before he was shoving the food in his mouth, for he was starving. Marik watched him.
"Geez!" He said.
"Well, my host needs his energy too, if I'm to use his body for my own," Bakura shrugged. Then he added, "I don't ever truly feel hungry.. I am merely just a spirit. Spirits don't have stomachs. But because I'm one with this Ryou bloke, I have to keep him alive, don't I?" He flashed an evil smirk.
"Well.." Marik didn't exactly know how to respond to his statement. He stabbed a sausage with his fork and was preparing to take a bite, before Bakura continued.
"My real stomach is buried half way across the world! It's currently sitting in a jar…rotting…yet still preserved.. I bet the smell is really quite unfathomably putrid.." He went on, his smirk wider. Marik had frozen, with his sausage halfway into his mouth. He gagged and brought it out, and stared at Bakura with disgusted, frustrated, flashing eyes.
"That is NOT what you talk about at the table!" He said, a little pale in the face. "Bad kitty.."
"…Not a kitty…" Bakura muttered under his breath, blushing slightly. Marik sighed, and brought the sausage back up to his mouth.
"Ugh it's so greasy!" He complained and brought out his tongue to lick the grease off of the top half of the sausage, rather slowly. Bakura watched him, his eyes locked on him and not moving anywhere else. Marik licked it once more before popping the meat into his mouth. Bakura gulped, resituating himself in his seat. Had it gotten hotter in here all of a sudden? He tugged at his shirt.
"I think I'm done," Marik said, still having a whole sausage and a half left on his plate.
"Eat your other sausage-I MEAN why aren't you eating your other sausage?" Bakura coughed, starting to sweat a little.
"I'm full.." He shrugged.
"With only half of a sausage?" Bakura asked, his eyebrow raised and a grin showing on his face from his own innuendo.
"Yeah, I can only take a half of one right now," Marik said, obviously not understanding the joke. Bakura cracked up laughing.
"Pfff-hahahahaha!" He burst, tears forming in his eyes.
"Whaaat?" Marik pouted, wanting to know what was so funny. He felt like he was missing out.
"Oh nothing.. Come on, let's go," Bakura chuckled and got up from the table. The two left the restaurant without paying, as usual. They had gotten so experienced at it; they were extremely sneaky about it and they were unstoppable.
- Alright, this is my first story and everything, so I'd really love some reviews. :) Also, please go easy on me. ^.^' Chapter 2 is coming soon!