Hello! Well, I just looked over the first chapter and realized "Holt shit... I spelled pharao wrong for over half the story." I felt like such a dunce *facedesk*

I'm also sorry I didn't do this A/N thing on the first chapter *is being a noob*. I also forgot to mention how before Marik put on his new hoodie, he left his baggy top in the Justice ^^;

M169: I decided to keep it as is :3

Enjoy~

Bakura parked the van behind their apartment building, making sure no one would find it by chance. He looked down at the blond haired villian that was Marik, asleep now, still clinging to his arm like a childhood teddy bear. He couldn't help but stare at his innocent face, relaxed and vulnerable. He almost wanted to lean down and touch his soft lips with his own-

"I must have inhaled too much smoke." Bakura shrugged off his previous thought and instead looked down at Marik, now feeling awkward. He shook his head. Why should he be awkward? It's just Marik, who bloody fell alseep on the way home. He should be annoyed! And yet...

'He looks so damned... cute.' The Thief King should never use words like "cute," but that's exactly what the sleeping Egyptian was. He forced a sneer on his face and roughly shook his arm, grunting,

"Wake up!" To this, the sleeping boy groggily opened his eyes half way, his mouth slightly agape. He looked up at his partner and smiled a tired smile, obviously not quite awake yet. Then he did something Bakura (Bakura!) had never expected. He hugged his arm tighter and nuzzled up against him, curling up and making a content sound in the back of his throught.

'And he calls me kitty.' A blushing Bakura freed his arm from Marik's vice like grip and shook him with both arms. The brute force of this action jerked him out of his inappropriately located slumber.

"Oh, hey, Fluffy! Are we home?" Bakura nodded and stepped out of the van.

"So," Marik began,

"What do you think started that fire?" he asked, trying to relieve the awkward atmosphere. Though he was more awake now, his eyes were barely open as he stumbled across the parking lot.

"I've not a doubt in my mind that it was that psycopathic Pharao." They dropped the subject and walked to the apartment in silence... but, of course, who would expect Marik to remain silent?

"So... about those kisses..."

"What kisses?" Bakura kept his eyes forward. Marik's jaw dropped and brow furrowed.

"The kisses you gave me in the mall before we had to leave!"

"I do believe the last one was by you."

"You started it! And see? You do remember!"

"Remeber what, exactly?" It was all Bakura could do to keep a smirk off his face.

"Grrrrrgh- THE TWO FRIGGIN' KISSES IN THE MALL!" Marik slapped his hands over his mouth as his widened eyes made sure nobody had heard his outburst. He wasn't gay and didn't want anyone to assume so...

"I destinctly remeber that not happening."

"You can't remember something that didn't happen..."

"Exactly." Marik was now confused. Bakura was barely stifling his laughter, now. This was fun! Marik gave up and stood by the door, waiting for Bakura to unlock it. Instead of taking out his keys, he reached in his pocket, took out a lockpick and had the door open in less time than it would have taken with a key. Marik didn't question this, as it was commonplace by now.

"I'm going to bed. This has been a weird day..." With that, Marik dragged himself into his bedroom. He sighed as he lay in bed... pondering. Though he fell asleep in the van, he felt it was now impossible to even shut his eyes without them twitching open again. Marik was often thinking about such things as colors and clothes, Yaoi comics and fluffy things of the sort, but now he was thinking of something completely different...well, sort of different. He was thinking of Bakura and how he was acting (and interacting) towards him at the abandoned mall.

'What the frig was that all about? First, he kisses me, then I kiss him, then he pretends like it didn't even happen! Oh, and Yugi turned into Yami after he got stabbed and turned the place into an infurno, but that's besides the point! How could he pretend like something like that never even happened? ... How could something like that even happen in the first place? Oh my God...'

It only then really hit the Egyptian boy. 'Bakura kissed me. I kissed Bakura. Me and Bakura kissed! HOLY FRIG! ... I'M STILL NOT GAY!' Even as he thought it, he couldn't help but remember how nice the kiss was. Well, it was a bit rough at times, but still enjoyable. Yes, it was very enjoyable to Marik, though he would never admit it out loud.

Bakura smirked as he looked into his partner's room, his door wide open, not realizing Marik was still awake. He considered just leaving it open, but knew the boy was weird about open doors when he slept (1), so he quietly shut it. Bakura himself wanted to take a shower before heading off, as he was covered in sweat and the occasional blood stain. He couldn't understand how Marik could sleep while he was so dirty.

He grabbed his towel and a fresh pair of pajamas, silky blue pants and a black silk tank top. He currently has silky sheets on his bed (stolen, of course) and loved the feeling of silk against his skin while he slept. Cotton pajamas seemed to ruin the experience (he often slept without underwear while using these sheets).

He entered the bathroom and placed his towel on the rack at the back of the shower and the silk pajamas on the toilet lid, then turned the shower as hot as it would go. Bakura may prefer the cold, but hot showers were an exception. While the water heated up, he took the time to look in the mirror and assessed how dirty he was. Despite only stabbing Yugi's hand, his hair was almost dyed completely red with blood.

'How on earth did that happen?' He thought back and remembered something.

Bakura and Marik were running for the front entrance. About half way there, some sort of cloth fell on his head. He threw it off and kept running.

Thinking back on it, that... whatever it was had been a bit heavy in his hands. Speaking of hands, those were red, too. Whatever was thrown on his head must have been completely soaked in blood! But where had it come from, and how did it get soaked in blood? He shook his head, deciding to forget about it. He lifted his shirt over his head when he heard the door open.

"You're lucky you didn't walk in on me naked. Or is that what you were trying to do?" Bakura turned to see a bright red Marik in the doorway.

"I...uh..."

"You're letting out the steam. What do you want?" Marik stopped blushing and looked stubbornly at Bakura and said,

"I refuse to allow you to pretend what happened didn't happen, because it did! I don't know why you did it-"

"You did it, too." Marik ignored Bakura's interruption.

"-but it did happen! Admit it!" He pointed accusingly at the white haired thief, to which he held up his hands in surrender with a smirk.

"Alright, alright. It happened. I kissed you. Why are you so obsessed with this?" By now he was grinning like a sly cat as Marik blushed again.

"I- I am not! That was just my first kiss and didn't want it to be ignored! And I'm still not gay, if that's what you were implying, Kitty." Bakura scouled at the nickname, but quickly replaced it with a grin.

"I didn't know our kiss was that important to you. I must say, I'm surprised."

"Only because it was my first friggin' kiss, Bakura!"

"What about the second?"

"... What?"

"You also wanted me to admit our second kiss which, might I add, you started." Marik's blush got redder as his anger and emberassment rose.

"Well, it still happened, and I wouldn't have kissed you if you hadn't called me a coward."

"I should call you a coward more often." Now Marik looked away with a startled expression, but quickly looked back as he noticed Bakura approaching him. He reached up his right hand and stroked a crooked index finger along Marik's cheek, unintentionally leaving flakes of dried blood on his skin. Ignoring this, Bakura looked him in the eye and simply said,

"Kiss me." Of course, Marik's head shot straight up, face redder than he thought possible.

"Why on EARTH should I do that?"

"... Coward." Marik now glared at him.

"I'm no coward, but I'm not kissing you again, no matter how soft your lips are! I'm. Not. Gay!" As soon as he finished speaking, he kissed him. Bakura pulled back saying,

"Now, was that really all that bad? Admit it, Marik. You, at very least, are attracted to men. It's okay that you are, it doesn't make you an abomination. No, it's your stupidity that makes you one." Oh, the smirk on that evil boy's face as Marik fumed over being called "stupid".

"Whatever... what the frig?" He reached up a hand, shocking Bakura 'Why the hell does he keep doing that?', and touched a lock of his white hair. Only, it wasn't white. It was red. How had he not noticed earlier?

"Your hair is red! When did you dye it, Bakura?"

"Idiot. I didn't dye my hair, it's covered in blood! Some blanket or something covered in the stuff landed on my head as we were running." Marik then realized something and, gasping, looked into the mirror.

'No. This can't be!'

"My beautiful face is now bruised and has dry blood on it!" Bakura sighed and told him,

"Just get in the shower and clean yourself." He turned to leave when a hand caught his wrist. He looked back to see Marik looking him dead in the eye.

"Not until you tell me why you kissed me."

"Isn't it obvioius? I just want you to come out of the bloody closet!" It was Marik who smirked now.

"Well, you seemed to enjoy yourself, Fluffy." Bakura now broke out into a grin and cupped the blond's face in his hand, bringing his lips a whisper away from Marik's.

"I can't help it if you're a great kisser." With that, he kissed the boy in what would be their fourth kiss that night. Marik, despite his greatest efforts, gave in and kissed back. Bakura, this time taking his rightful place as dominator, forced Marik's mouth open with his lip covered teeth.

Now Marik was getting foggy headed and, as much as he'd like to deny it, Bakura was, as well. They parted their lips a fraction of a second for air before resuming their kiss. Bakura's toung was wrapped around the other's and was constantly twisting and flexing, roaming and relaxing. Marik let himself be taken over by Bakura. He hated being considered weak, because he was not, but Bakura was so great at his role that he didn't care at this moment.

Bakura had his arms around Marik, his hands clutching the boy's golden hair. Marik's arms were encircling his abdomen, hands roaming the broad, smooth, flawless canvas of his back. They were so lost in eachother that they didn't notice they were swaying on their feet until they fell backwards into the bathtub, shower dousing them in now-cold water. Bakura looked over at Marik and lock eyes with him. They'd had enough for one night.

Marik watched as Bakura stood and grabbed the towel he had prepared, squeezing his hair into it.

"Hey! What am I supposed to use to dry off?" Bakura looked back at him, hair less bloody than before, and replied,

"You go ahead and take your shower and I'll bring your towel and pijamas. "

"Ooh, grab the ones with the yellow ducks on them! They're my favorite!" Marik decided to not complain about the cold water like he wanted to. Bakura nodded as he walked out of the bathroom. He smiled to himself.

'Yet another phase complete'

(1) I was inspired to include this because, meh. I feel that way. I feel irked and weird if I try to fall asleep with my closet or bathroom door open. Call me crazy *shruggs*

To be honest, I completely rewrote this chapter after re-reading it. You do NOT want to know what was there before I changed it. I might say what it was after the next chapter if I get enough reviews asking for it.

Sorry for short chapter ^^;

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