It had been three weeks since Bakura started to live with Marik and he had started to make himself at home. Perhaps a little too well at home…

"BAKURA!"

Marik's voice echoed through the apartment causing Bakura to cover his left ear nonchalant. Instead of turning towards a furious Marik he peacefully continued watching the old 50's movie that he couldn't care less about, while shoveling potato chips with his free hand into somewhat his mouth and somewhat sprawling half of them onto the floor.

"What the actual HELL Bakura?! I cleaned this place as good as yesterday and now look at this it's a FRIGGIN mess! The floor is full of your stinky socks, underwear and empty potato chip bags-Wait have you eaten all of MY potato chips?!"

"Nah-uh!"

Bakura exclaimed waving with the last almost empty bag in his hand, still not averting his eyes from the screen.

"GAH! Bakura you're supposed to be helping me! You're supposed to keep this place tidy when I'm in school NOT mess it up more!"

"Relax Marik I did cook you know it's in the fridge…"

Marik let his arms fall to the side with his mouth wide open in surprise.

"You… You cooked?!"

"Well yeah that kind of vegetarian curry or whatevvah you were eyeing on the food channel or something… I thought that thing looked so gross that I probably could cook it ten times better."

Bakura said waving his hand nonchalant towards his roommate. Marik walked suspiciously towards the kitchen that was surprisingly tidy next to the rest of the apartment, except for the enormous amount of empty teacups.

'Why frigg can't he use the same stupid cup! Its only hot water for EFFing sake!'

Marik thought irritated to himself as he walked towards the fridge. There was no sign of that someone had been cooking except for a small lingering smell of curry and… homemade bread?! Marik shock his head this must be a dream or some kind of trick. There was no sign of cooking and Bakura baking bread? That was ridiculous! If he hadn't possibly cleaned after himself.

'Why the frigg would he be able to clean after cooking and not otherwise?!'

Marik was puzzled, he slowly opened the door to the fridge and looked inside. There inside a little Tupperware box was indeed a home cooked meal of curry poured over a fluffy ball of rice. Marik could hardly believe his eyes it looked a lot better than from that cooking show and it was in a Tupperware box, Tupperware! Marik pulled out the box quickly and turned curiously towards the small cabin where they stored bread, cereals etcetera and said and done there was a loaf of freshly baked bread, it was totally untouched meaning Bakura hadn't even tasted it yet. Marik's mouth stared to water and he hoped to god Bakura wouldn't come in seeing him drowl over his food without even tasting it first. Marik sliced a piece of bread and heated the food in the microwave preparing it for his meal. Marik slowly scooped up some curry on his spoon and shoved it inside his mouth.

'Holy friggin RAA! This is DELICHIOUS!'

Marik threw the food down his troath and turned to the bread only to find out that it held the exact same standard. Marik ran out to the living room without as much wiping his face where Bakura still lay sprawled out on the sofa.

"BAKURA! I've been trying to get you to cook since well… since three weeks back and NOW I come home to the most delicious meal I've ever eaten! You baked bread Bakura you baked BREAD!"

Bakura just sighed and rose from his seat patting Marik on the shoulder.

"Look it's just food Marik."

"In my gorgeous Egyptian ass it is!"

Marik stared furiously into Bakura's eyes that widened in surprise for a second, and then they softened.

"AHAHAHA! Well I'm glad you liked it, now may I taste?"

Bakura laughed and licked his lips.

"You can't I've already eaten it- ALL!"

Marik almost screamed the last word as Bakura grabbed his chin and licked up the rests of curry and rice from the corners of the blonde's mouth. Marik froze for a second before pulling away staring stunned at his molester.

"What the actual HELL?!"

Marik shouted as Bakura only laughed.

"Mm… delicious, you were right Marik its better than you'd expect."

Bakura whispered venomously in the Egyptian's ear. Marik shivered but pulled away from the thief for a second time.

"Bakura I am NOT gay!"

"AHAHA! And I'm the prince of Egypt!"

"You are?!"

"Marik is the word sarcasm totally a stranger to you?"

"Frigg I'm working on it… And I'm not gay!"

"Sure you're not!"

Bakura giggled and watched as Marik's dark brown skin transformed more and more into the shade of red.

"GAH! I hate you BAKURA! Im gonna go and take a bath to calm myself and if you disturb me I'm gonna friggin trim that fluffy hair of yours!"

Marik walked angrily towards the bathroom door slamming it hard with Bakura laughing so hard that he was rolling on the floor behind him.

"Frigg Bakura you left the wet towel on the floor again!"

Came an angry shout from behind the bathroom door and a fluffy white towel came flying out as Bakura laughed even harder.

An hour and a half later the bathroom door opened and a fog of steam swiped through the apartment. A half-naked Marik stepped out with clouds of heat rising from his body and a towel wrapped around his waist. He walked through the hall towards the living room but stopped as he stepped on the towel he had thrown before. Marik sighed and bend over to pick it up unknowing that a certain thief was standing behind him. Bakura whistled at the dark boy bending before him causing said boy to drop the towel he was holding.

"Now isn't that a sight for the sore eye!"

Bakura said amused licking his lips.

"Oh stop your mind games Bakura and leave me alone, I'm not up for a fight."

"Neither am I."

"Great we understand each other! Now I'm going to bed goodnight Mr. Limey pants!"

Marik snorted and walked passed Bakura totally forgetting the towel behind him.

'Heh… seams that he's still mad at me huh?'

Bakura chuckled to himself as he went to sleep on the couch.

'That stupid Bakura being all stupid… but he did make food for me. Oh it's so frigging cold almost winter! And dark… I hate when it gets dark. Oh if I only had a kitty! Wait… I do!"

Marik opened his eyes and jumped out of his bed almost running towards the living room. Bakura was shook out of his sleep by two dark hands. He looked up to see a Marik dressed in hot pants and a slim t-shirt short enough to barely cover his midriff.

"What the hell Marik what do you want?!"

"It's cold and I want you to sleep with me!"

Marik shouted as he dragged a confused Bakura into his bedroom. The next thing Bakura knew Marik placed a pillow on the other end of the bed and the jumped in under the covers himself.

"There!"

"Marik… Im not sleeping with your feet in my face."

"But then what am I supposed to do I don't wanna be alone!"

Marik was getting a minor panic attack not quite getting why. Bakura just smiled at his roommate causing Marik's cheeks to go red and turn away from the pale thief in embarrassment.

'Why did I come up with this stupid idea?! Bakura is a perverted minded freak! What will I do if he…. If he … ah! I don't know what gay people do!'

Marik then felt the cover rising as a pair of cold legs scraped to the back of his own and a long pale arm wrapped around his hip. Bakura then nuzzled his face into Marik's hair gently caressing it with his breath. Marik tensed but realized he came to like the feeling and began slowly drifting off to sleep with an already heavy snoring thief by his side.