Mehhh I'm not much of a thiefshipper. I wrote this for Scrambled-Eggs-At-Midnight's birthday months ago. I think it's good so it's going on here. There seems to a reoccurring pattern of people in my stories falling in love with supposedly dead people and then those dead people coming back so they can have sex. Oh, by the way, there's a lemon in here. Enjoy!

Disclaimer- I don't own it. If I did, Ryou would be all mine.

Two years. It's been two years since Bakura disappeared with Zorc. Some days it seems longer; much longer. Those are definitely the days I pull out the coat Ryou thrust frantically upon me and keep it close. It still smells like him, you know. Still has that musky, woodsy scent with that hint of lemon. The combination kinda reminds me of who he was. He was the wood scent -harsh and imposing- while Ryou was the lemon scent -clean and refreshing- you know?

…Look at me. I'm rambling again.

It's just that he was special. He never let me make too big of a fool of myself and he had my back during Battle City. And I've never told anyone this, but what we had was as close to love as I think I'm ever gonna get.

I've been spending a lot of time with Ryou, as if clinging to his old host will somehow bring him back. Ryou's pretty well off now that Bakura's gone. At first, I only moved to Domino for moral support, seeing as though the poor guy had horrific nightmares and was afraid of his own shadow. But as time passed, I found myself growing more and more attached to him, even as he got stronger. Now he can even go out to clubs and dates at nights.

Me? I'm just here, in Domino, hanging onto a dying wish. If I could have Bakura…if just for one night to tell him how much I missed him and how far in love with him I fell after he was gone…

Bakura, I miss you…

The streets are almost completely silent and dark as I walk down them. Bakura's jacket billows out behind me as I pause to glance at my watch. Eleven-fifty on the day before my birthday. Just ten minutes to go before I turn eighteen.

I'm headed for the place where Bakura kissed me for the first time. That bench in the park, the one normally occupied by an old lady feeding birds. I'll never forget that night. We were planning for our eventual failure to destroy the Pharaoh when he just leaned over and kissed me. Just completely out of the blue. And then I will never forget what he said before getting up and striding away…

"Shut your mouth, Marik. You'll catch flies."

The bench is snow covered, so I dust it off with a freezing hand before plopping down and staring up at the little sliver of moon that's showing. "I miss you, Bakura."

"Well, I'd bloody hope so. I've been gone for two years."

His voice. I choke on my own frigid air before bolting upright and whirling all around, desperately looking for the source of that voice. There is no one around me, so I think in confusion, Did I just imagine that?

"What the hell…?" I mumble.

"Honestly Marik, has two years without me weakened your sense of perception?"

That voice again, and so clear. This time it's joined by a rustle of fur branches and the soft thump of feet hitting snow. I can't breathe, can't think, and most definitely cannot look behind me because I know that if I look into those eyes again, there's no turning back. I'll fall completely in love all over again.

I don't have to turn around. His hand on my shoulder does that for me and I get the first look at a person I haven't seen in two years.

Ashy, spiky hair over rust eyes and a jagged scar looks slightly out of place against pale white skin. His clothes are also out of place and he looks freezing. "Well?" he snaps.

"Is it really you?" I whisper, reaching up to touch the scar. "Bakura?"

"Akefia," he grunts. "But Bakura works too."

I glance down like it's the first time I've noticed he's wearing nothing but a turban skirt. "You must be freezing. Come on, I've got to get you inside…you're lucky Ryou's staying at his girlfriend's house tonight or he might go insane…"

"My hikari has a girlfriend?" Bakura muses, sounding pleased. "And what of you, Marik?" He grips my wrist and I pray that he doesn't feel the shiver going down my body. "What surprises do you have for me?"

"Nothing!" I squeak.

He appears thoughtfully devious, but shrugs it off. "If you say so. Tomorrow we will find our own housing if my hikari no longer wishes to see me."

I can't help grinning at the we used in his sentence. As I pull him towards the edge of the park, he follows almost hesitantly, but lets me lead him out and down the street. AI glance at my watch again.

Twelve o'five on the dot. Guess my birthday wish came true.

Later, as I was making coffee for Bakura, he came out of my room and stood close to me. My palms start to sweat and my heart pounds in my ears as he leans in and whispers seductively, "Happy birthday, Marik."

"The-thanks," I choke out. When I turn around, his lips connect with mine. "B-Bakura!"

"I've spent a lot of time in the Fields thinking of you," he purrs. "And I remembered all the time we spent together. And I'm realizing now that there's nothing I want more than to take you hard, right now, until you scream my name in passion."

My pants tighten, my knees turn to jelly, and the coffee is completely forgotten as I latch my lips onto his eager ones. He kisses back just as furiously, and his hands come up to yank on my hair. "Damn, Marik, if I'd have known how eager you'd be, I'd have snuck out of the Fields much sooner."

I rip my shirt off and snap all the buttons off of his borrowed shirt. Sorry Ryou. "Shut up and fuck me."

His hands drag me from the kitchen and throw me on the floor as he hovers over me. The moonlight makes his hair glow and he grins wolfishly, in that way I so clearly remember.

And then the phone rings, shocking us both. Bakura leans down to nibble on my neck. "Leave it."

I squirm and throw a hand out to grab it. "I can't, it could be Ryou needing something," I breathe, pressing the talk button and placing it against my ear. "Hello?"

"Ryou? The-the Pharaoh's back Atem's back!"

Bakura's lips slide lower, kissing and tonguing the hair that trails down from my navel. I arch my back and hold the mouthpiece of the phone against my shoulder as I gasp. "Uh…Yugi, I..."

From the phone, Yugi moans Atem's name and Atem murmurs Yugi's teasingly. I blush, roll my eyes, and hang up before throwing the phone away. Bakura grips my erection and all the air in me extinguishes with a low moan. "Fuck, Bakura…"

Bakura smirks. "I still remember how to make you squirm."

I knot my hands in the tatters of his ripped shirt and tear at it more. "Stop fucking teasing me, Akefia," I hiss.

His smirk grew teasing and he got off of me, disappearing into Ryou's room. He returns moments later with a bottle of lube. "Something tells me my hikari's girlfriend isn't exactly a girl." He works his fingers into the slick stuff before twisting a finger into me. "Jesus, Marik. I'd forgotten how fucking tight you were…"

"Ba-Bakura…" I pant. "St-stop teasing me…"

"Why? It's more fun that way," he cackles. I come out of a pleasure induced haze to glare at him. "You're cute when you're trying not to come."

"Please, Akefia," I whisper. "Please."

He groans. "You're to be the death of me, Marik." He was gone from my body for a few moments, and then back at me once again. "Ready?"

I squirm anxiously, but nod. Bakura leans down and bites on my shoulder as his hips thrust forward.

Pain blooms. I yelp and dig my nails into his upper arms. "Ah! Ah! Ah!"

"!" he snarls, shaking. "Hurry the fuck up and get the fuck over the pain, Marik. I can't hold this position forever."

Cursing aside, I find romance in the way that he's waiting for me. Although the pain is unbearable and I can feel my blood staining the carpet beneath us, I nod at Bakura after a moment of silence and he begins to rock against me. If I could say that it was full of pain, I'd be lying. Honestly, at first it burns, but then the burn starts to feel good. My legs wrap around his waist loosely and I match his thrusts in time with my own thrusts.

I can tell he's close. His face is hovering over mine, inches from me. His eyes are screwed up in concentration and I find the expression almost humorous. I'm nowhere near a release, but I lean forward and kiss him before rotating my hips and flexing my muscles. He gives an angry grunt against my lips and something warm shoots inside me unpleasantly before Bakura's arms give out and he collapses onto me. He pants with lidded eyes and one hand searches for mine before our fingers entwine.

For a while, neither of us speaks. Finally, I pipe up. "That stain is going to be a bitch to get out."

"Marik?" he asks.

"Yeah?"

"Happy birthday. Now kindly shut the hell up."

I smile. We're not perfect. It's not true love. But I'll be damned if I care.