Here's the second installment of my series of one shots. They're all connected in a way, they're just separate stories and little snippets. Let me know what you think! :)

The sound of violent coughing filled the air in the small apartment. Marik had fallen terribly sick with a nasty cold, and he was not happy about it.

"Friggit! How could I have gotten sick in the first place?" He shouted, muffled slightly by his obvious stuffed up nose. He lay in bed with the covers over him, holding onto his Winged Dragon of Ra plush for security.

"Everyone gets sick once in a while, Marik," Bakura said. He was keeping Marik company, sitting in a chair near his bed, but still keeping his safe distance. The last thing the Brit wanted was to get sick as well.

"But… I am impenetrable!" He sniffed. Bakura snorted, trying to keep himself from bursting into laughter. He nearly fell out of his chair when he was surprised by an extremely loud sneeze. Recollecting himself, Bakura handed him a tissue.

"This…is inconceivable!" Marik shouted, angered.

"Try not to yell so much, you'll blow out your bloody throat," Bakura warned him. Marik crossed his arms, huffed and dove under the covers.

"I hate this, Bakura…" He muttered, coughing a bit. Bakura felt sorry for him, but also found it rather adorable how he was acting right now.

"You'll get over it," he reassured him. Marik peeked over the covers at him.

"Fluffy… Make me some soup…" He sniffed.

"Why should I?" Bakura frowned. Marik growled, grabbed his Ra plushie and chucked it at him. It hit him in the head, bounced off and fell onto the floor, all the while Bakura kept a straight, serious face. Marik giggled.

"'Cuz pleeease?" He grinned innocently. Bakura sighed loudly and got up from his chair.

"Yes, master," he groaned sarcastically.

"Hey! I'm sick!" Marik shot at him.

"You still would have made me make it for you if you hadn't been!" Bakura shot back and approached the exit.

"Can you get some crackers, too?" Marik asked.

"I'll see what I can do…"

"And maybe some Sprite?"

"Perhaps…"

"Oh! And some pudding," he added.

"Marik, how about I bring you the whole bloody kitchen?!" Bakura said and left, leaving Marik to lay in bed alone, coughing and sneezing. Bakura returned about five minutes later with a bowl of hot chicken noodle soup, crackers, a cup of Sprite and a vanilla pudding cup. Marik's eyes lit up.

"Aww! You actually did that for me, Bakura? Thank you!" He cheered, severely flattered.

"Well…yeah… I guess so…" Bakura said, rubbing the back of his forehead.

"If I wasn't straight, I would so kiss you right now!" Marik said, taking a sip of soup.

"But Marik… What about the other day? We had sex!" Bakura rolled his eyes.

"That's because we were just helping each other out as friends. The only reason I let you do that to me was because you were mind controlling me," he explained. Bakura blinked.

"Those are two completely different excuses! And I was not mind controlling you! That was your choice!" He said.

"You were controlling me with your Ring!" Marik cried.

"The Ring can't do that, your Rod can only take control," Bakura argued.

"Are you coming onto me?"

"What?"

"You said you only wanted my rod to take control…"

"No I didn't, I-.."

"Don't lie, Fluffy! I'm not going to fuck you, so just don't even try anymore," Marik huffed.

"Just how much Nyquil did you take, exactly?" Bakura asked.

"I didn't take any, thank you very much. Do you want a bit of my soup?" He offered.

"You're sick," Bakura raised an eyebrow.

"Fine. Can…can you hand me my plushie?" He asked, making puppy dog eyes. Bakura turned and looked at it on the floor.

"Why should I? You threw it at me," he crossed his arms.

"Please Bakura? I need it… I need something to hold…" Marik whimpered. Bakura scooted his chair closer to his bed and held out his hand next to Marik's.

"Hold my hand then," he offered. Marik looked at him in slight hesitation, but grabbed onto his hand.

"My Ra plushie feels better. It's soft…" Marik said before entering an intense coughing fit.

"But can your plush… Do this?" Bakura said softly and leaned closer to Marik, taking his free hand to push back some locks of his hair that were daring to get in his eyes, which were wet with sweat. He then wiped some of the fever sweat off of his forehead.

"You're burning up," he informed him, running his hand down Marik's cheek.

"Do you have a thermometer?" Marik muttered, starting to feel a little dizzy.

"I think I do, I'll go get it," Bakura released Marik's hand and got up from his seat.

"Bakura… Please don't leave me…" Marik groaned, starting to have double vision.

"Don't worry. I'll be back soon," he smiled at him and left the room. Marik coughed weakly, his body was becoming drained of energy. Bakura rushed back to the room with the thermometer in his hand.

"It's not a rectal thermometer… Is it?" Marik chuckled lightly.

"No… But I can be your rectal thermometer if you want…" Bakura grinned. Then he added, "Nnf I bet you're sooo warm right now…" He bit his bottom lip.

"Oh stop it, you perv, and take my temp!" Marik demanded, opening his mouth and hanging out his tongue. Bakura eyed his open mouth; he found it to be extremely sexy. Oh what he would give to have Marik take him in his mouth and-.

"Bakura! I'm waiting!" Marik grew impatient. Bakura, not realizing he did it, started to unzip his pants. He snapped back to reality when Marik shouted.

"Bakura! The fuck are you doing?!"

"Oh! I—err—uhh… Here," he stuttered and shoved the thermometer into this mouth, not meaning to do it so forcefully. Marik gagged.

"Are you trying to kill me?!" He choked.

"I'm sorry," Bakura apologized and gently placed the thermometer under his tongue. He looked into his lavender eyes, which were glazed over with a sickly dullness. The thermometer beeped to signify it was done. Bakura pulled it out of his mouth and read the screen.

"101.1… You have a fever," he said and leaned over to kiss his forehead. Marik wanted to jerk away, but did not find the energy to. His lips on his burning skin felt like ice. Marik closed his eyes, finding it to be quite soothing.

"Bakura…" Marik muttered.

"Hm?" He kissed his forehead again.

"Can you…kiss me?" He asked softly. Bakura was not sure if he had heard right.

"What?" He said, a little shocked.

"I want you to kiss me…" He repeated, opening his eyes and locking onto Bakura's.

"I'll get your germs…" He stated.

"Please? Your lips feel good… They're so cold… It soothes me," Marik said weakly. Bakura truly did not want to become sick, but then again, he figured this was his chance. After all, he did not know when the next time Marik would let him do this. He leaned closer to him and did as he was told; he kissed Marik on the mouth softly. Warm fuzzy feelings started to form deep in his chest as he kissed him again. Then the unimaginable happened. Marik kissed him back. Bakura, excited by this, deepened the kiss. The fact that Marik was returning the kisses made Bakura flutter with joy. This was the happiest he had ever felt.

"Marik… I love you…" Bakura said, muffled by the making out.

"Bakura… I…lo-l-lo-.." Marik started but suddenly pushed Bakura away from his lips, to protect him, turned his head and entered another coughing fit. Bakura chuckled.

"Heh… Thanks," he smiled. Marik, exhausted by his coughs, looked back at Bakura with a tiresome expression.

"You should really get some rest," Bakura suggested.

"N-nah… I'll be o-okay…" Marik groaned, his eyes becoming heavy. Bakura grinned at his efforts to try to stay awake.

"Go on, go to sleep. I'll be right here if you need me," he said, sitting back in his chair.

"But…that's not close enough… Come lay next to me…please…" Marik said softly. Bakura got up and was preparing to climb into bed with him.

"Wait!... You don't have to…if you don't want… I know you don't want my germs…" Marik added, saddened.

"But I want to," Bakura smiled and proceeded to get into bed with him. He got under the covers, which were extremely hot due to Marik's radiating sick body, and snuggled up next to him. He stroked his hair soothingly.

"Thanks, Fluffy," Marik smiled back and hugged onto Bakura tight before drifting off to sleep. Bakura, comforted, was just about to take a little cat nap himself. Just as he was beginning to fall into slumber, he was awoken by a violent kick by Marik. He jolted fully awake, wondering what was happening. Marik kicked again in his sleep, muttered something and flipped sides, so now his back was to Bakura.

"Must be dreaming about chasing a rabbit," he joked to himself, nuzzling up closer to Marik, spooning him. The two slept in that position for a good hour or so. Marik was the first to wake up. He groaned, stretched and opened his eyes. Through Marik's shuffling, Bakura opened his eyes as well.

"You okay?" He asked, concerned.

"Yeah… Hey Bakura… I've been thinking, and I think I've finally found out how I got sick," Marik replied.

"Oh yeah? How's that?"

"You got me sick… When you came in me, you poisoned me! You probably gave me AIDS or something," he explained, a little on the dizzy side.

"Marik, you're making no sense. I did not give you AIDS!" Bakura rolled his eyes, finding Marik's fever talk simply ridiculous.

"How do you know if your host doesn't have AIDS or not?" Marik sat up in bed, staring down at Bakura.

"Because I know! Here, eat your pudding cup," he growled, shoving it into his arms, just wanting him to shut up. Marik frowned at him before grinning excitedly, opening the pudding cup.

"You didn't get me a spoon, Bakura…" He sighed, upset.

"Use your finger," Bakura suggested. Marik proceeded to do so, dipping his finger into the vanilla pudding and sucking it off. Bakura watched him intently, starting to become hot. Marik, mistaking his staring and heavy breathing as hunger, nudged the pudding cup towards him.

"Want a bite?" He offered.

"Oh I won't bite…" Bakura grinned, still unconscious of what was going on and off in his own little world. Marik dipped his finger in the pudding again and held it up to his mouth. Bakura glanced at him with narrowed, mischievous eyes and took his finger into his mouth. He ran his tongue along it and sucked on it gently, all the while staring at Marik in the eyes. With their eyes locked on each other, Bakura sucked on his finger harder.

"Fluffy, I think you got it all," Marik gulped, starting to grow hot as well, despite he already was because of his fever. Bakura popped his finger out of his mouth and grinned.

"Do you want me to do that to you?" He asked, rubbing his chest lightly with his finger in circles.

"Uhh-…" Marik huffed, suddenly starting to feel his member swell and harden.

"I know you want to… Consider it as, oh how would you put it… A 'friend helping out a friend'… You'll feel a lot better, I promise…" Bakura licked his neck passionately. Marik thought about it, but realized he could not resist the burning temptation.

"Yesss…" He groaned, wanting Bakura to suck him off.

"Then lie down on your back…" He ordered, and Marik did as he was told. Bakura threw the sheets out of the way and started to unbuckle Marik's belt, his boner quite visible through his pants. After he slipped off his pants, Bakura licked his sensitive head. Marik grabbed the bed sheets and bit his bottom lip in anticipation and pleasure. After licking his shaft a few times, Bakura took him into his mouth and began to suck, causing Marik to groan in ecstasy.

Bakura continued harder until Marik came, calling out his name as he did so. Bakura swallowed and crawled back up to him in bed, snuggling into him.

"So… Did it help?" He grinned, kissing his neck.

"I f-feel… g-goood.." Marik replied, sighing in satisfaction.

"That's good…" Bakura put his hand up to Marik's forehead and chuckled.

"What?" Marik asked.

"Your fever's gone…" Bakura said, feeling accomplished. Suddenly Bakura felt an itch in his throat and coughed.

"Uh oh…" Marik gasped, eyes wide.

"Wh-what?" Bakura coughed again and sniffed.

"My cum got you sick…"

I actually wrote this while I was sick with a cold and in bed, so I was sympathetic for Marik. :P Also, if you have read my other story, More Than Just Partners in Crime, you would have understood where the whole pudding thing came from. x3