AN: More Marik and Bakura fun!

So you know, I'm calling them Marik and Yami Marik for now because it makes sense at this juncture. That will likely change in a later chapter. Question: Which on it Marik and which is Malik? Or does it matter? .


Marik cried out as his back met the wall, hands grasping at his yami and trying to push him away.

"How!? How can you-"

Yami Marik tsked, a mischievous smirk crossing his features. "My hikari, did you really think that I would not find my way back to you?" He brought his face closer to Marik's, staring into the teen's eyes for a long moment, the hikari only able to stare back, heart thudding in his chest.

Finally, the yami released him and strolled over to the couch, lazily flopping back on it. "Such a nice place. This boat is much nicer than the one you had before."

Marik blinked at the other, shaking his head. "You can't be here!"

"But I am," Yami Marik replied simply.

"If the others see you-"

"Hikari, why must you always attempt to spoil my fun?" the yami purred, sitting up and leering at Marik in a way that made the hikari nervous.

"N-No! You have to stay out of sight at least! I'm sharing this cabin with Otogi and Honda! If they come back and see you, they'll tell Yami and Bakura and you'll be right back in the shadow realm!"

Yami Marik sighed, standing up and rolling his shoulder, lilac eyes resting on Marik and smirking. "Careful, hikari, you almost sound as though you want me to stay."

He chuckled seeing his hikari so flustered.


Bakura awoke the next morning to find Ryou already up, dressed, and digging through theit

"Morning 'Kura!" the pale teen chimed. Bakura responded with a grunt and rolled over. "No no, you're not allowed to be a sour puss today. We are going to have fun," Ryou insisted, tossing an outfit and a pair of swim trunks onto the bed.

"I'm not leaving this damn room today," the thief huffed. "If I don't leave, they can't blame me for shit I'm not doing."

"Which is why I'm borrowing Otogi's camcorder for the day and recording everything we do." He smiled brightly. "And I borrowed these from security via Mokuba so we'll be inseparable."

Bakura rolled over to see Ryou holding up a pair of handcuffs and fought the urge to laugh.

"I have the key, though, if we need to I can take them off. But we'll wear them everywhere we go today."

"So you believe me now, eh?" the thief smirked, sitting up. Ryou nodded and Bakura grabbed the clothes he'd been given. "Alright. What's the plan for today?"


Ryou, attached to Bakura at the wrist, led his yami to the lido deck where they had breakfast and sat out in the sun for a while. It was a little awkward being chained together, but it just gave them an excuse to hold hands, which made Ryou happy and, therefore, made Bakura happy.

Yami and Yugi came and sat beside them after a while. Despite the yami's bickering, Ryou and Yugi had fun at least. With some puppy-eyed pleading, the two hikari's ran off to swim, leaving Yami and Bakura cuffed together.

"Before you ask, I still don't have your stupid ring," Bakura growled once they were alone.

"You'll forgive me if I'm still skeptical," Yami grumbled, standing and walking to the edge of the pool, dragging a protesting Bakura with him. "We're not going in, relax, thief. I just want to watch."

Aforementioned thief continued his protests until he caught sight of Ryou swimming. He smiled, his gaze softening and crossing his arms over his chest until he remembered being attached to Yami. He settled for putting his free hand on one hip, letting the over hang between them and standing as far from the pharaoh as possible.

Being that both were distracted watching their lovers, they failed to notice someone approach behind them until Bakura was suddenly shoved forward, losing his balance and falling into the pool. Emerging and cursing his now sore arm, which had been jerked awkwardly as he had pulled the Pharaoh in with him. He looked around for the culprit, catching only a glimpse of blond hair and tan skin.

"ISHTAR! You are dead!"

Yami popped out of the water beside him, coughing a bit and reaching for the edge of the pool. Yugi and Ryou swam to them and doted on their lovers.

"I wonder why Marik ran off?" Yugi pouted, hoisting himself onto the edge of the pool and looking for the blond.

"Because he knew Bakura would kill him?" Ryou suggested innocently, trying to calm his yami down.

"We'll ask him later," Yami said, looking at Bakura. "Come on, thief, let's get out of this water. It's freezing."

All four got out for the time being, Ryou and Yugi getting towels for their soaked yamis and helping them dry off.

"After we swim a bit more, you guys want to join us for lunch?" Ryou asked. Yugi nodded happily and Yami reluctantly complied. Bakura simply fumed silently, rubbing his shoulder.


"ISHTAR! You are dead!"

Marik wheeled around and looked over the rail that overlooked the lido deck. Near the pool, he saw the owner of the voice in the pool fuming. Lilac eyes darted around until he spotted his target.

"Ra damn it!" he shouted, racing for the stairs. The night before he had managed to convince his yami into hiding in his room, but that morning he was not only gone, but then Marik had emerged he saw both Honda and Otogi, who swore that the Egyptian had left hours ago.

Feigning that he had just returned for something, he raced off, trying desperately to locate to escapee, but now he wondered if he could catch him before he vanished again.

'I should have gone to Yami and Yugi as soon as he turned up,' Marik growled at himself, dodging and weaving through the crowded deck. He spotted Yami Marik and almost didn't recognize him. His yami had slicked his wild hair down to resemble his own. He was holding a daiquiri, quizzically toying with the paper parasol while sucking on a straw, lilac eyes almost crossed.

The sight seemed so bizarre to Marik, he laughed before he thought otherwise. Yami Marik blinked at him before setting the drink down, grabbing the little parasol, and racing away. "Shit! Come back here!"


Ryou, once more attached to Bakura, walked backwards and held up the video camera, pointing it at the thief.

"And here we are, going to the restaurant for a nice lunch with-" he swung the camera to his friends "Yami and Yugi. As you can see," he said, pointing the camera at himself and spinning so he was walking forward again "we all still have wet hair from swimming. And Bakura was with us the whole time. Right guys?" He pointed the camera to Yugi and Yami who agreed, though the Pharaoh rolled his eyes.

"So you're really going to tape everything you do today to try and clear his name?"

"Yeah," Ryou chimed. "Well, everything that won't hurt the camera or...or well..." he blushed. "Well, nothing that will embarrass anyone either.

"I still say it would be funny," Bakura smirked. "Maybe give that tight ass some pointers."

"Shut up!" Ryou squeaked, causing the thief to laughed. Ryou waved his arms dramatically, momentarily forgetting about the camera while he argued why exactly they weren't going to film "everything", Yami watching in amusement and guiding Yugi, who was laughing and blushing so hard the Pharaoh feared he would walk into something or fall over.


After lunch and a change of clothes, Ryou convinced Bakura to come to the ice skating rink with him and then to a live comedy show. Afterwards they had dinner on the lido deck again (Bakura refused to eat in the dining room because it would have meant seeing Seto) and hit up the ice cream parlor before heading back to their room.

Ryou looked at Bakura through the camcorder and smiled. "And as you can see, he is still with me," he said aloud, holding up their wrists. "We're still handcuffed together and, aside from the pool and the skating rink, we have been all day."

"Enough with the narration, Ryou," Bakura sighed, pushing the camera aside and looking down at Ryou. He grinned mischievously. "I can think of another use for this handcuffs you know."

Ryou blushed and turned on his yami. "N-no!"

The thief grinned, pushing his hikari against their door, their faces barely an inch apart. "Such a quick protest. I think you would like it if I chained you down." He grabbed the video camera. "And I could make use of this too."

"B-Ba-Bakura! No! Nononononon-" Bakura kissed Ryou, letting the camera watch as he pinned the pale teen to the door with his body, sliding a knee between his legs and squeezing a moan out of him. We they broke for air, Ryou whimpered "'Kura" and the thief licked his lips, a feral look in his eyes. With some fumbling, he managed to get the door open, kissing Ryou again once they were inside and the door was closed.

Bakura punched the light switch, russet eyes suddenly going wide, lust replaced with shock.

Ryou looked around, his hands coming to his mouth. All the doors in their cabin were wide open and their belongings were strewn about, several items, both personal and that had been part of their cabin, were missing. "What...how...who..."

Bakura growled, eyes burning almost pitch black and he threw open the door to their cabin. "This is the final insult. I don't care who it is, they're dead." He jerked the startled Ryou along, video camera held tightly in his hand as he stormed toward Seto's office.


AN:Dear Real Thief: Don't Steal From The King Of Thieves. It's not a good idea.

A bit shorter than usual. I plan on writing the next chapter shortly though. Things are getting interesting, ne?

Ice skating rink isn't a joke either. Wasn't on any cruise I've been on, but they do exist. So do ice cream parlors and live shows (that shouldn't be surprising though ^^).