-This is my third Thiefshipping story, so I'm eager to know what you guys think! P.S. I love reviews. :3

"Bakuuuraa!" Marik called out in a sing-song voice, trying to find him. Bakura had known Marik had wanted to go the Annual Domino City Halloween Festival that was downtown today, so he was hiding from him. He was hiding in the closet, which was quite ironic. It did not take long for Marik to find out where he was hiding (the apartment was not that big in the first place), and he stood at the closet door, grinning mischievously.

"Well then, I guess someone's not getting a candy apple!" He teased, making it seem as if he was far away. Bakura's 'kitty ears' perked up at the mention of one of his favorite treats. Marik went on,

"And kennel corn! Oh and what's that one stuff they also have… chocolate covered bacon!" Marik smirked, knowing Bakura's tension was breaking. And oh how it was. The closet door swung open and Bakura jumped out, shocked and surprised that Marik was standing right there. He accidentally knocked into him, sending both of them to the ground. Bakura had landed on top of him.

"Ouch…" Marik groaned.

"Sorry…" Bakura apologized, kissing his cheek. Bakura had figured out that Marik was the only person he could ever say 'sorry' to. To anyone else, it made him shudder and nauseous.

"It's okay. Are you ready to go then, Kura?" Marik asked excitedly, a light blush on his cheek from where Bakura had kissed him.

"I guess… All I want is a bloody candy apple…" Bakura groaned, rolling off of Marik.

"I doubt they make that flavor of candy apple," Marik teased, making fun of the Brit's slang. Bakura flashed him a rather seductive look, his eyes glistening with mischief.

"Aw… But that's my absolute favorite…" He smirked. Marik's eyes widened.

"Sometimes you scare me, Bakura…" He gulped, scooting far away from him before getting up off of the floor. Bakura chuckled to himself and got up as well. He loved messing around with Marik. Bakura snuck up behind him as he was exiting the room and grabbed onto him, pulling him close.

"How about a quickie before we go?" He asked, licking his earlobe.

"No! It's already almost 6! The park closes at 11," Marik sighed, gasping as he trailed his tongue from his earlobe to his neck.

"Come on… We've got time…" Bakura begged, nipping at his neck now. Marik pushed him off.

"Horny bastard…" He muttered.

"Teasing bitch…" Bakura muttered back.

"Tea-sipping moron!"

"Effeminate jerk!"

"Ass…"

"Fuck.."

"Fuck you…"

"With pleasure…" Bakura smirked, his eyes narrowed.

"Piss off," Marik rolled his eyes and continued walking in the direction he was originally heading.

"I love you, you bloody fool," Bakura called to him, following.

"I love you too," Marik called back, still walking. Pointless and mindless banters were normal for this couple. They never truly meant what they were saying bad about each other, and they knew it. Just to ensure this, they always ended their arguments with 'I love you'. Marik stood at the door, eager to go to the festival. In the very few similarities that he and Bakura shared, one of them was their favorite holiday: Halloween. Both of the criminals thoroughly enjoyed this exciting holiday; one day of the year they could really have some fun. Of course, after a night full of child-scaring and fun of such sorts, the two could hardly ever resist themselves in the end, and if they were able to make it back to their apartment, had extremely hot and heated love all the rest of the night long. It was a holiday, you could say, that they both found pleasurable. Marik could always tell Bakura was more horny than usual on that one night of the year, which was saying a lot. He figured it was because he found so much pleasure in fright and darkness to begin with, and it only added to his arousal.

"Are you ready to go yet, Fluffy?" Marik called to his lover, impatiently tapping his foot.

"I guess…" He answered half-heartedly, not really wanting to go to the festival. He expected it to be for small children and thought Marik only wanted to go because...well…he was a small child. At heart, that is.

"Oh come on, don't pout. You will come and you'll like it!" Marik grabbed his hand and dragged him out the door, the cool autumn breeze striking his exposed skin in a shock. He shivered, not particularly fond of the cool weather. He enjoyed his warm, sandy beaches. Bakura noticed he was shivering and wrapped his arm around him, covering him up with his long, black trench coat. Huddled close to him, he quickly became warm and comfortable again. Still keeping his arm and coat around Marik, Bakura smiled at him. Marik beamed back and the two made their way downtown to the festival.

The festival took place in a huge open field park right outside of the city. There were tents specially colored orange and black, the spirit colors of Halloween. There were game booths where sketchy-looking carnies scammed little children into trying their impossible rigged challenges for ridiculous amounts of money. There were a bunch of food stands that served anything from cheeseburgers and fries to fried Twinkies and fried Kool-Aid. Different Halloween-themed activities were set up throughout the park. Just as after you walked through the entrance, to the right was an enormous corn maze. In the far back of the park, to the left, was a haunted house. Small children screamed and ran away from it, and those who were brave enough to enter it immediately turned around and ran out, crying. The sound of balloons popping, kids screaming and loud music filled the air. Marik and Bakura walked through the entrance. Marik's eyes lit up with pure excitement. Bakura chuckled, finding it to be rather cute.

"Oh WOW, Bakura!" Marik gasped, immediately wanting to play all of the games and do everything in the park. Twice.

"What?" Bakura asked, so far not amused. Marik shot him a surprised, upset look.

"Isn't it just amazing?!" He asked, his eyes glowing and sparkling with the reflections of the carnival lights.

"Yes… Positively… Astounding…" Bakura said, more focused on Marik's eyes than anything else right at this moment. He leaned in to give him a kiss, but Marik had escaped his arms before he could plant one.

"We should sooo totally get a fried Twinkie, Bakura! I'm starved!" He jumped up and down.

"But aren't those things… Unhealthy for you?" Bakura said, 'unhealthy' being an understatement.

"One won't hurt! Oh come on, when will be the next time you'll be able to get a Twinkie that specially made?" Marik pouted, trying to convince him. Bakura grinned and grabbed onto him.

"I will tonight if I get lucky…" He growled into Marik's ear and bit it again.

"Oh bugger off, Bakura," Marik pushed him away, trying to speak in his British accent. He grabbed the Brit's hand and dragged him towards the fried Twinkie stand. After ordering one, they found a secluded table away from all of the ruckus and excitement.

"Alright now, open up," Marik said, tearing off a bit of the Twinkie and holding it up to Bakura's mouth.

"I can feed myself, thank you…" Bakura said. Marik narrowed his eyes and glared at him. Bakura sighed and opened his mouth. Marik pushed the cream-filled fried cake into his mouth and Bakura closed a little too quickly, almost biting his fingers.

"Hey! Watch it! So, how is it?" He asked. Bakura's eyes lit up. He actually found it quite…tasty.

"It's okay I guess," he answered, never wanting to let Marik know how much he really loved it.

"You lie, I can see it in your eyes!" Marik laughed and poked him then added, "You love it, don't you? Oh come on, Bakura, I've known you for far too long to be fooled by you!"

"Alright, alright… It's bloody fantastic," Bakura sighed, wanting another bite. He grabbed the Twinkie and broke off another piece. Marik pouted again, putting on his puppy dog eyes.

"Bakura… I haven't gotten any yet…" He looked up at him. Bakura, not being able to resist that look of his, held up his piece to Marik's mouth, where he quickly took hold of it. Just as Bakura pulled his fingers out of his mouth, Marik ran his tongue along them, licking them in almost a seductive manner. His eyes could not hide the lust either. Bakura emitted a low purring sound in the back of his throat and leaned in to lick off some of the cream off of his face that he had put there on purpose. Marik shivered as his tongue grazed so close to his lips, begging him silently to kiss him. As if reading his thoughts, Bakura leaned over the table more and grabbed onto the back of Marik's head, kissing him fully on the mouth. The next thing the couple knew, a small child was standing at their table, staring at them with widened eyes.

"Jimmy! Come back here!" The mother of the child called, who was standing about 50 feet away. Marik and Bakura broke their heated kiss and stared back at the kid, blushing like mad.

"Mommy! Look!" The kid shouted, pointing at the blushing, wide-eyed couple.

"Yes, aren't they sweet? Hey ma'am! You in the purple! I love your earrings!" The mother called and quickly signaled for her son to join her side. The child turned away from them and ran back to her. Marik's face was bright red and enraged. Bakura burst out into laughter.

"Hahaha! Marik!" Bakura laughed, almost falling off of the chair and onto the ground. Marik was silent, his eye was twitching with anger.

"I am not a woman!" He suddenly shouted loudly, slamming his fist down on the table. Bakura was finally able to calm himself down some.

"You do look highly effeminate… No offense," he chuckled.

"No I do not! I am all male!" Marik growled. Bakura ignored his argument.

"So if you look so much like a woman… Does that make me… straight?" Bakura cracked up laughing again.

"I am male! I have a penis!" Marik gritted his teeth, so enraged that Bakura actually believed he was going to jump up and pull down his pants to let it be known he was in fact a guy.

"I know this, Marik. But your hair, your frame… It's womanly, okay?" Bakura said. Marik crossed his arms and turned away from him, highly upset with him.

"Fuck you…" He muttered, starting to tear up a little. Bakura immediately felt sorry for him. He had taken it a little too far. He got up from his side of the table and took a seat right next to Marik on the bench. He pulled him to face him and looked into his eyes.

"Your hair..." Bakura said softly, stroking his blonde locks and layers. "I find it soo sexy…" He growled. Marik, still upset, rolled his eyes.

"Your frame…" Bakura added, placing his hands on Marik's sides and running them up and down him, from his shoulders all the way down to his hips. "I find it soo sexy…" He licked Marik's neck, giving him goose bumps.

"Marik… I fucking love you. And you are extremely sexy to me.. I mean, just look at what you're doing to me right now just by me looking at you!" Bakura said, nodding down. Marik looked down and saw a rather large bulge in his jeans. He grinned, snapping out of his mood.

"See? You make me want to fuck you silly," Bakura hissed in his ear and bit down on his neck. Marik groaned, completely forgiving him now. Suddenly he snapped back to reality.

"Wait a minute! Bakura! Not here, you fool! We have lots of stuff to do here before it closes!" He shouted, making Bakura jump.

"Aw… Okay. But after we get home?" He nudged him, smirking.

"I'll think about it," Marik grinned, knowing he was torturing him.

"You fucking tease…" Bakura growled. Both of them got up from the table and started walking back to the crowded area. Bakura sighed, rather liking the private spot and moment they shared. He never particularly liked crowded and busy places. He preferred his secluded and quiet spots, and preferred them even more when he was with Marik. He began looking around, trying to find another spot that could offer them some privacy if they started one of their random bursts of passion again.

"So what do you want to do first?" Marik asked.

"Uhh no bloody clue," Bakura answered, his eyes still shifting, trying to find somewhere quiet and where not a lot of people were.

"Hmm well there's the haunted house, the corn maze, the hot dog eating contest, which by the way Bakura, I think you would be amazing at," Marik went on spouting off possible activities. Bakura's eyes lit up. The corn maze. That would be perfect.

"The corn maze! Come on," he grinned, this time dragging Marik off with him. They came to the entrance, where a worker stood.

"Got a ticket?" The worker asked, clearly not wanting to be there.

"Go fuck yourself," Bakura said, not stopping and treading right past him. The worker shrugged, not caring and continued 'guarding' the entrance.

"Bakura, why were you so eager to come here?" Marik asked, finally catching up to him.

"Because I just fucking love corn mazes," Bakura chuckled, wrapping his arm around Marik's waist and pulling him close as they walked. A group of teenage girls walked past them, giggling and staring at them.

"Ugh. Fangirls…" Bakura rolled his eyes.

"He's mine, chicks!" Marik turned and gave the group of girls a dirty look. They giggled and whispered in each other's ears before disappearing behind a wall of corn stalks.

"Bakura… Are you embarrassed by being with me in public?" Marik asked, rather out-of-blue.

"Huh? Hell no, Marik," Bakura answered.

"You aren't afraid…of people staring at us? Looking at us like we're some abomination? That we're…disgusting for loving each other?" He asked again, starting to become tearful.

"Absolutely not. I don't care what other fucking people think. Marik, if I could, I would tell the whole world that I love you, and I'm not afraid to do it…" Bakura said, truly from the heart. Marik blushed violently, starting to shed tears of happiness.

"Aww! Bakura!" He choked, grabbing onto him and crying softly into his shoulder. Bakura blushed as well, rubbing his shoulder. He really did love this bloody fool. Marik sniffed, finished with his cheerful crying episode and held onto Bakura's hand as they continued to venture deeper into the maze. They passed a teenage couple heavily making out and groping each other's bodies. It was not long after that when they walked by a passed out drunk man lying on the ground. Marik shook his head.

"Idiot… He's not even going to get a chance to run from the aliens!" He said. Bakura stopped in his tracks, confused entirely but what he had just heard from his lover.

"…What?..." He asked.

"The aliens! Silly Bakura, who else made this corn maze?!" Marik explained, fully believing it to be true. Bakura snorted, trying to keep himself from bursting into laughter, which he failed at miserably.

"Marik! You honestly believe corn mazes are made by aliens?!" He laughed, tears forming in his eyes.

"Yes! They make them with their UFOs! I've seen it happen! When I was a little kid-.." He began, but was soon interrupted.

"There are no corn fields in Egypt, Marik!" Bakura shouted, amused with him.

"You didn't let me finish!" Marik shouted back.

"But don't I always?" Bakura smirked, eying him.

"Bakuuraa… Let me talk! When I was a little kid, my dad told me that he had heard from the Upstairs Folk that aliens in their UFOs would come in the middle of the night and trace patterns in the fields! That was how they left their marks on Earth! To tell us they were out there!" Marik explained.

"The Upstairs Folk?" Bakura asked.

"The people above ground. The lucky bastards that got to ride motorcycles and enjoy the sun…" Marik said, bad memories replaying in his head of the dark, depressing tombs.

"Well, your father really messed you up, didn't he?" Bakura said, then immediately wishing he had taken it back. Marik stopped in his tracks, releasing Bakura's hand and looking at him with shock and complete horror.

"Shit! No! Marik, I didn't mean it like that!" Bakura apologized, taking a step towards him, wanting to hold him, wishing he had reworded his sentence better. He cursed at himself for not thinking sometimes before he spoke. Marik stepped away from him, his eyes wide and tearful.

"B-Bakura…" He muttered, believing Bakura thought of him as a freak and a psycho.

"Please… Marik… I didn't-…" He started.

"You think I'm a fucking crazy bitch, don't you?" He burst into tears and ran off, leaving Bakura standing alone with his regrets and knotting stomach. He had to find Marik, before he did something to himself. He took off after him, until he came to a fork in the path.

"Fuck… This is a damn maze…" He remembered, his vision becoming blurry with worry and guilt. He did not mean to upset Marik, and now he felt horrible for hurting him so badly. He decided to shout, figuring it would be easier for him to hear and follow him by sound.

"Marik! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" He called, starting to feel tears fall down his face. There was no answer. It was at this moment that Bakura realized how he hated, more than anything in the world, to be away from Marik. The two were always by each other's sides, and now that he was away from him, he felt incomplete and lonesome. Bakura felt his stomach tighten into even harder knots and felt as if he was going to throw up. What had he done? He had hurt his lover, and he would give anything to be with him right now to make it better.

-Chapter 2 will be posted soon.