WARNING: Gay-ness :3 Enjoy~!
"Hey, Bakura, check this out!"
"What?"
"It's your christmas present, it's finally arrived!"
"Marik. You do realise it's november. Christmas is more than a month away."
"I know! But it's friggin awesome Bakura! You HAVE to open it."
"No."
"What?!"
"No. I refuse."
". . ."
"Stop sulking, Marik. It's not going to work."
". . ."
"Marik . . ."
". . ."
"Fine! I'll open the bloody present."
"Brilliant!"
Bakura tore open the violet wrapping paper that covered the package. He ripped open the cardboard box and stood back to get a better look at the present in front of him.
". . ."
"Well? What do you think?"
"It's a chair, Marik."
"Not just any chair! It says in the description, and I quote, 'This is possibly the most evil chair that money can buy! With one of these in your study (or your underground lair) you'll soon be running the world and cackling maniacally as you plot your next devilish plan'. Bakura, it's the solution to all our problems!"
"Marik . . . this is bloody brilliant!"
"I know. I saw it and was like 'Bakura will love thi-mmph!"
Bakura captured Marik's lips in a rough kiss and wound his arms around the Egyptian. "I love you."
"And . . . ?"
" . . . And the chair."
"Good. You have no idea how many mind slaves I had to make to get that friggin thing here."
Bakura chuckled as he sat down on the chair and pulled Marik onto his lap.
"It's perfect, Marik."
"Perfect for two!"