A/N: My sequel to Let's Play a Game (Note: You don't need to read the… prequel? Of this fic to understand.)

"Hey, Bakura, I'm bored!"

The white haired thief continued to stare at the laptop screen in front of him. "Well, find something to do, Marik."

Marik scowled at Bakura but only for a moment and then smirked. "Bakura?"

This time the Brit… or Egyptian spirit… let his attention stray. "What?"

The tombkeeper began to swirl some of his sandy blond hair in his fingers. "Can't we do something?" Marik then managed to make a smile that any young girl would label 'flirty.'

Bakura's cheeks tinted pink and he quickly looked towards the apartment's carpet, attempting to hide the reaction even though Marik had already seen. Marik slid over on the couch so he was hip to hip with Bakura. "So, any ideas?" Marik asked, dragging his finger down the center of Bakura's back.

The thief gasped as jolts ran through him, he even managed to drop his laptop on the carpet, "I-I-I—

Marik placed a single finger on Bakura's lips to silence him. "I have an idea…"

The lavender eyed Egyptian placed his other hand over Bakura's chest and gently pushed him into a laid down position. "Now… Have you got any idea what I have in mind?"

Bakura was still rather shocked from the sudden change of events; he could not bring himself to speak. Marik shook his head playfully and as he was straddling Bakura at this point, his blond hair got into Bakura's face. This was what made Bakura halt, "Wait a second!"

Marik jumped up from the change in Bakura's tone. "What?"

"Y-you! You're d-d-doing that thing a-again!" Bakura shouted with pants in between and a bright red blush stretching ear to ear.

The blond jutted out his bottom lip, pouting. He seemed to have a look of pure innocence, but Bakura knew behind that mask was a form of pure evil… or some kind of childish being who believed simple pranks were evil, but either way, it was evil. Bakura jutted out his finger, pointing at Marik, which did not do him much good in the scary 'I'm in charge' picture he was going for as he was still shaking all over from… well… some, issues. "Whenever I'm doing something to get a break from you, you climb up on me and then you do….. STUFF! Okay? I don't like it, Marik!" Bakura's voice cracked on the word, 'stuff.'

At this point, Marik was trying not to laugh. Bakura was a spirit possessing a teenage boy. He could get anything out of Bakura by a simple sway of his hips. And he used the techniques to his advantage, simply to get what he wanted. It was new that Bakura fought back, "Well," Marik smirked, "I see you caught me…"

Bakura's dark brown eyes narrowed. "You're being too easy about this… Why?"

Marik fluttered his eyelids, mocking innocence once more. "Now, Bakura… Let's be fair, I've had my share of messing with you; if you catch me, you deserve a break."

Bakura looked the least bit amused. "You still have a plan, and I know it."

Marik actually had not planned this far, so winging it seemed to be his only option. "Bakura! I'm ashamed in you! Not believing one's partner should be considered a crime!"

"Marik, we are partners in crime. Therefore, we both commit crimes and we do not think much of it. So, developing trust issues with you does not seem like a too unlikely of an occurrence."

The glare Bakura received would probably kill the light hearted, "Well! I see then, does our partnership mean nothing to you?"

Now Bakura was beyond confused. It was almost as if Marik had begun to quote from those stupid chick flicks that he and Marik teased together on weekend nights when the scary movies were not on… "Wait… You are stealing from chick flicks, aren't you?"

"Is it that obvious?"

Bakura face-palmed.

"Hm, well, I guess this relieved my boredom."

Bakura gave a look to Marik that could only be described as curious.

Marik got up and began to gather some things; it looked like he was going out. Marik began to slip on a jacket and Bakura's curiosity got the best of him. "Um, what are you doing?"

"Well, my messing with you has seemed to falter, so I'm going to need some objects to help me make my plots successful once more." With that, Marik left the apartment smirking and Bakura was left speechless on the couch with a now broken laptop.