Squee! First of the pairings for Compy's pairing's challenge, Bakura x Marik. ^^ Man I didn't think I'd ever write this pairing but I suppose that's what I joined for, the challenge!

"Well, well," the match flared, scattering dark shadows until it was blown out and the only light that remained was the red glow from the cigarette end. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again."

"Funny, I seem to recall knowing I wouldn't see you again."

"I'll do you one better, for a while there, I didn't think I'd ever see me again."

"Crazy motherfucker."

"We only are what our creators make us."

"Is that so?"

"Yes. How sane could a being born from one stupid kid's schizophrenia possibly be? And what about you?"

"Shut the fuck up and give me one of those matches." Bakura shook a cigarette loose from his own pack.

"No. Let me."

Bakura flinched backward with a snarl as Marik got too close.

"That was the last one."

"The fuck it was," but he put the cigarette to his lips and didn't back away a second time as Marik invaded his personal space, lighting the end with his own and letting his hands remain cupped around Bakura's longer than necessary until the thief shook him off and set out walking in his original direction.

Marik trotted a few paces to catch up.

"What about you," he repeated. "What did that pretty little white haired priss give you besides his looks?"

The point of a knife at his throat stopped him and he grinned into Bakura's cold stare.

"Ah, right, right, I get it. The kid's off limits." The edge was removed and Bakura continued walking.

"So does that mean you fucked him or he kicked you out but you'd still fuck him if given a chance?"

This time he had to jump back to avoid a flying swipe that would have taken his head partway off.

Bakura glared at him briefly before tucking the knife back into his jacket.

"Fucking asshole," he muttered under Marik's laughter and continued walking.

Marik continued following.

And they did so in silence until Bakura's irritation piqued again.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Having more fun than I would have hanging out in a smoky bar. Is this you?" He gestured to the house they were stopped in front of. "Nice. More than I'd think a thief, even one of your caliber, would be able to afford, however."

Bakura didn't answer the challenge, just fished out a key.

"Ah I see. So the kid didn't kick you out after all."

"Fuck off."

"I'd rather fuck you."

Bakura considered him for a moment then dropped the cigarette on the porch, extinguishing it with his heal.

"Only if you're up for bottom," and didn't object when Marik followed him into the house.