Part 3
I finally was back in the damp little house I now call home. Marik was asleep on the sofa in front of the TV – A vampire diaries marathon, wonderful, now he'll probably insist on using my computer to play his bloody game! I took off my jacket and wandered into the kitchen. I quickly emerged with a badly needed cup of tea and some Tacos and joined Marik on the sofa. I flipped through the channels until I found a showing of 'Cannibal Holocaust'. Marik stirred, I glanced over at his sleeping form and was strangely surprised at the peaceful look on his face. Marik didn't often sleep well; he was always restless, plagued with childhood nightmares… I smirked to myself; he must be having a good dream. Probably some motorbike riding, oiled up body builder called Steve with a rod to rival his own…
"Fluffy!"
My subjugations of Marik's bizarre psyche were interrupted by a sudden outburst. I quickly switched my attention back to the television as he babbled himself awake.
"Fluffy? When did you get back? What time is it?" He mumbled rubbing his eyes.
"I've told you not to call me that!" I snapped back. "Now be quiet your ruining the film for me"
Marik glowered and fell silent. His eyes flicked across to the TV.
"Cannibal holocaust again?" he said disdainfully.
"It's my favourite film" I replied.
"Yeah because of all the blood I remember… Oh frig!"
Marik looked down at his hands which were smeared with a black gunky liquid.
"I've smudged my eye-liner!" He exclaimed in dismay
I turned and let out a snort of laughter.
"You look like a baby panda!" I sniggered.
Marik pranced off to the bathroom to wash and reapply his makeup.
"That guy is so in the closet it's like bloody Narnia" I muttered quietly, shaking my head.
I returned to watching the film absently remembering that Marik had blurted my least favourite nickname after waking up. Interesting, I wonder what he was thinking about…
At his point Marik returned makeup now fully restored, and sat down.
"So Marik… what were you dreaming about?" I asked casually after a carefully calculated pause.
"What…?" He replied distractedly.
"You know when you were asleep on the sofa, what were you dreaming about?" I asked again.
Marik tucked his legs underneath him and stammered.
"Wh..what makes you think I was dreaming?"
I noticed Marik was suddenly uncomfortable, his bronzed cheeks rapidly turning a light shade of pink.
"Well you didn't look terrified for a change and then you were talking…" I continued, realising his discomfort and pressing it to my advantage. I gave him a wry smile and the flush in his cheeks turned a shade deeper.
"What did I say?" an evidently anxious Marik half squeaked.
"Oh nothing really" I replied coyly. "Just something about you being in love with me"
"Shut the frig up Kitty!" He stormed, a crimson flood bloomed into his effeminate features. "As much as you'd like me to be, I'm not gay!"
I smiled contentedly and returned to watching the film. Unfortunately Marik's panic had made him unusually observant and he was slowly going through the conversation in his head.
"And how exactly do you know how I look when I'm sleeping normally?" Marik said suddenly.
"Ermm… Well…" I started slowly, quickly thinking of a plausible reply. "This is only like the 666th time I've come home to find you asleep on the sofa" I finally blurted, with a forced degree of scorn.
"I guess…" said Marik, his accusing eyes gradually returning to their normal state of confusion.
I let out an imperceptible sigh of relief. As much as I may enjoy aggravating his overactive homophobia, actual indications of affection are more likely to cause him to freak out than shed his irritating insecurities. I'm in for the very long game with Marik... An awkward silence followed, punctuated by the occasional screams of the kidneyless girl currently onscreen.
"Soo..." I began, in an attempt to relieve the tension "Did you… have a good day at work?"
Marik turned and raised his eyebrows. I instantly regretted the question, I never show any interest in his work, mainly because I don't have any. I braced myself for the inevitable monologue of crap he seemed to have and endless supply of.
"It was err… good thanks" He said uncertainly "I spent the morning designing some transparent bikinis so you can tan all over, and then the afternoon modelling them"
"That sounds about as useful as 'Turtles with facebook' idea" I smirked.
"…And then I came home and watched all four seasons of the vampire diaries!" He continued.
He does have a ridiculous talent for talking, I thought as he rambled on about who Elena should have got with, and how Stevan and Damon have exceptional abs but not as good as his… and on and on.
"Oh that reminds me!" He said excitedly, waking me from my stupor.
"Can you set up the magical computer box so I can do my next episode of my 'Let's play of Troika's Vampire the masquerade'!"
I groaned.
"Again! Last time you were in my room for hours!"
"But Bakuraaa" he whined "It's the only game that lets you feel like you're actually…"
"In a failed Jos Wheedon project… yes, yes I know you did that one in the first episode" I interrupted impatiently.
"But..."
"No buts Marik, you're not playing it"
At this Marik scowled, pulled out his millennium rod and pointed it in my face.
"I command you to start the PC!" he boomed.
"Oh come on Marik, we both know that only works on Steve's." I replied sinking back into the cushions.
"Where exactly were you hiding that thing anyway?" I continued quizzically looking up and down his scantily clad frame and back up into his violet eyes.
"None of your business!" he retorted. "Now stop checking me out and let me use the computer!"
"No. Now shut up Marik, I'm missing the film"
"Obey my rod!" he screeched, clambering on top of me and repeatedly jabbing at my chest.
"Get the EFF of me Marik you buggaring bastard!" I growled back, trying to slip out from under him.
"No! Not until you let me use the computer!"
I looked up at my housemate in bemused disbelief. His naivety is truly astounding. Here he is pinning me down with his thighs, pointing his rod suggestively towards my face and yet he still fervently denies that he is gay. I realised at this point that Marik, still awaiting a response, had retreated slightly and now had his leather clad backside planted firmly in my lap… "And there's the icing on the cake" I thought to myself. I knew that there would be no reasoning with him now. It only takes a day or two to pick up on Marik's abounding stubbornness and I'd been living with him for months. Besides the sooner I got him off me the better, it was beginning to get decidedly uncomfortable.
"Fluffy…" he started threateningly.
"Oh fine!" I shouted back "Just so long as you don't do your ridiculous start up routine this time"
"Yayyy! success!" He crowed in smug delight "I'm coming for you Mel Gibson!" And with his he jumped off me and raced upstairs.
I sat there for a minute, mulling over the implications of Marik's behaviour of late, but in the end there was only one thing I knew for certain.
"Marik you are an idiot" I concluded quietly, and slowly followed Marik upstairs.
