Chapter Ten: Something You Can Ask For

"I made these for you," Ryou said shyly, as he raised his cupped hands towards Marik. "A long time ago. They were going to be your present when you…you know…gave me that wonderful day on the blimp…but I sort of changed my mind, last minute." He giggled shyly.

In his hands were two miniatures that he had made when he and Marik had spent time together on the Battle City blimp. They were quite realistic, though their attire was slightly different. The miniature Marik was wearing a suit of armor that Ryou had painted black and gold, complete with sword and shield, while the miniature Ryou was draped in a white magician robe, which he had sewn himself.

It was now late morn, with Ryou waking up alone but soon finding Marik rummaging amongst the things in his room. Giggling with the excitement of a child, Ryou had run back to find his jacket, where he had saved these two miniatures as souvenirs.

Now he was finally presenting his proud work to Marik, whom Ryou would love for to accept them as a present. He had spent endless hours completing everything to the final detail, including the ruby stubs in the hilt of the sword and the little golden ropes on the magician's robes.

Raising an eyebrow, Marik regarded the little miniatures critically. One part of him was still upset at seeing Ryou and Bakura together, but that same, soft voice in his mind brightened at the miniature figures. Did Ryou truly consider him as his knight in shining armor?

"That's cute," Marik said, smirking as he took them into his own hand. "Wow…you made these yourself?"

Still smiling happily, and blushing, Ryou nodded. "It's a hobby of mine. I love making dolls like these. Do you like them?"

Finally, that soft little voice won over, and Marik nodded, wrapping one arm around Ryou's shoulders. "Yes, my little thief," Marik laughed, kissing Ryou on the cheek. "Yes, I like them." He licked Ryou's throat. "Did you like what happened last night?" Marik asked mischievously.

Ryou giggled, his face turning a darker shade of red. "Of course," he laughed, wrapping his own arms around Marik's waist. "You're amazing…" he breathed.

Marik smirked. "I know." His hands slithered down Ryou's spine, delighting in the shiver at his response. "I see someone still interested…" Marik teased.

Even though he was already gripping Marik tightly andarching is back, Ryou shook his head. "Noo…" he moaned. "Noo I'm noootttt…"

"Liar," Marik smirked again. "You want some, don't you? And you want them bad."

"I do not!" Ryou said back indignantly. However, he couldn't help but shiver again when Marik quietly slid behind him, his hands encircling Ryou's waist and massaging downwards. "MMMaaaarriiikkk…" Ryou whined.

"You do want some, don't you?" Marik laughed, as he put the miniatures on the bedside table and continued to massage Ryou's hips and navel. "You're so insatiable."

"You're insatiable," Ryou moaned, his hips bucking forwards when Marik's fingers had flicked lightly over his arousal. "MAARRIK! Stop it!" Ryou whined.

"So…?" Marik asked, as he wormed one knee between Ryou's thighs. "What do I need to do to satisfy my little thief's desire for more? Should I tease you? Play with you? Make you plead? Or punish you?"

"Punish me?" Ryou moaned back incredulously. "What did I do?"

Snickering, Marik suddenly drove his knee upwards, suspending Ryou in the air and feeling something hot against his thigh.

"For driving me insane with passion," Marik whispered back. His fingers flicked down Ryou's arousal once more to make his point, causing Ryou to arch and moan loudly. "Ready?"

Swallowing, Ryou sighed, and finally nodded.

"Oh fine."

Smirking, Marik quickly captured Ryou's lips. Giggling, Ryou timidly returned the kiss, his own tongue shyly curling against Marik's demanding one.

"In..satiable..." Ryou mumbled.

Uncountable moments later, each of them laid on Marik's bed, their legs intertwined in ways unimaginable. Despite the fact that they had finished, Ryou was still shivering from his onslaught of passion just seconds before, shuddering as Marik tightened his grasp around Ryou's waist.

"Y-you know…" Ryou gasped, his fingers twitching still. "To a certain point, you could've been a little gentler."

"I'm not gentle, you know that," Marik said, nuzzling Ryou's throat. "We'll clean up the blood later. Did you like it though?"

Ryou sighed, though he nuzzled Marik's chest anyway. "To a certain point, yes," he said softly, dreamily. "But I don't like being tied up very much. Making love is supposed to be a time of passion, between both of us. You were the one doing most of the work."

"Aw, does little Ryou want to be strong and dominant?" Marik teased, kissing Ryou on the lips. Sighing and giggling into the kiss, Ryou returned it back, though to Marik's disappointment, did not allow his tongue to join in.

"You're so weird," Ryou giggled. "How long have we spent time like this?"

"I reckon it's sunset now," Marik said offhandedly. "Why? Think we have more time?"

"Marik!" Ryou scolded, but was silenced when Marik slithered on top of him, crushing their lips together and feeling his skin. "Mmnpph….insati…mphh…able…"

"That's me," Marik breathed, slowly breaking the kiss and looking deep into Ryou's eyes. "Hmn...by the gods you're beautiful, Ryou…" he whispered.

Laughing and blushing, Ryou wound his arms around Marik's neck, and perkily kissed Marik on the nose.

"I love you too."

"The wind was a torrent of darkness, among the gusty trees…" Malik sang, as he sat upon the ball-boulder rock next to the pyramid. "The moon was a ghostly galleon, tossed upon the cloudy seas…"

He had been sitting there since the sun had started to set, awaiting for his own highwayman to pick him up. Screw Ryou for teaching him British artists while they were together; now Malik couldn't help but sing old folklore songs.

"The road was a ribbon of moonlight, o'er the purple moor…"

Suddenly, soft clip-clopping noises rode up to him from behind, and without further warning, another soft voice joined his, though the voice was lined with mischievous and cheeky snickers.

"And the highwayman came riding…riding…riding," Bakura laughed, as Malik turned around. Large, beautiful lavender eyes immediately brightened, twinkling brighter than the dying sun. Breaking out into a grin, both he and Malik finished the last line together, their voices intertwined in a soft, and pretty duet.

"The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door…"

Laughing, Bakura directed his black spur around the rock, jewels clinking melodiously in tune with the horse's hoofs. Cocking an eyebrow, Bakura glanced down at Malik, a smirk on his face.

"So. Am I your highwayman, I hope?"

Malik laughed as he stood up. "Of course," he said, charismatically wiggling his own eyebrows. "Whom else would I be referring to? I have the greatest highwayman Egypt, Japan and Britain has ever seen."

Chuckling, Bakura reached out his hand. "You look lovely today," he complimented.

Laughing modestly, Malik took the hand. He was wearing nothing but a simple, plain sarong, embroidered with lavender flowers that he had had the servants do, and around his throat was the necklace that he had embarrassed Bakura with last night. In his opinion, however, the bandit king was by far more handsome, wearing his trademark red robe and a deep blue sarong, golden strings of jewels draping everywhere. Upon his feet were soft and expensively made slippers, embroidered with gold, no doubt stolen.

"He'd a 'gyptian hood on his forehead, a bunch of gold at his chin," Malik sang teasingly, as Bakura helped him up on the horse and settled the Light in front of him. Bakura smirked and wrapped his arms around Malik's waist, picking up the reins. "A robe of claret velvet, and skirt of peacock skin…"

"They fitted with never a wrinkle," Bakura continued, snapping the reigns against the horse. "His skirt showed most of his thigh…" At this, he winked at Malik, and Malik laughed.

"And he rode with a jeweled twinkle," Malik sang fondly, as the gold draped upon Bakura indeed, twinkled quite nicely in the dying sun, "his deep brown eyes a-twinkle…"

"Hisstolen-goods a-twinkle, under the jeweled sky…" Bakura finished. He snickered. "You made me sound so noble and knightly."

"Maybe you are," Malik teased, prodding Bakura's chest. "At least, in my mind you are."

Bakura snickered again. "You've been hanging out with Ryou too long. His mother used to tell him that poem and sing to him all night with it. Cried every time at the ending."

"It is a sad poem," Malik agreed. "So. Where are we going?"

"I dunno," Bakura replied, as the horse picked up speed. "Where do you want to go?"

Smiling, Malik turned around a bit, glancing at Bakura, who had a curious glint in his eyes. "Anywhere," Malik said, grinning. "Just as long as I get to be with you."

The thief chuckled and snapped the reins again. "In that case, then," he said, "I may as well bring you somewhere I like. There's this nice hill nearby, oasis and all. If you sit at the very top, you can see all the pyramids, and count the stars. It's quite pretty."

Malik arched an eyebrow teasingly. "You like pretty things?"

Bakura returned the gaze evenly. "I like you," he said, sounding innocent.

Blushing, Malik giggled, happy that things were finally getting better between him and Bakura. "Oh?"

"Yes," Bakura replied, looking at the sky with a glint in his eyes. "Of course. After all, I steal pretty things, don't I? In fact, do you know what your eyes remind me of?"

"What?" Malik asked, intrigued. Bakura had never been this sappy before.

A smirk crawled onto the thief's face. "Amethyst jewels," was the reply. "In fact, a certain amethyst jewel…" A hand then trailed up from the reins of the horse and clasped onto the amethyst necklace upon Malik's throat. Bakura leaned in, his lips at Malik's ear. "Do you like it?" he asked softly.

Smiling fondly, Malik nodded. "Yes," he whispered. "Thank you."

A soft chuckle was heard. "You look lovely in it," Bakura whispered quietly. "They bring out your eyes. I'll never know if your eyes are real or whether they truly are amethyst jewels."

"They're not," Malik giggled softly. "But you are."

Yawning, Ryou opened his eyes, wincing at his sore wrists. Above him, Marik slept, his face content in slumber, the glowing Eye upon his forehead glowing faintly in the darkness, serene and calming. Sighing dreamily, Ryou snuggled closer, nuzzling Marik's chest. He was utterly exhausted.

After all, it had been the kinkiest day Ryou had ever experienced.

Had it been anyone else, Ryou would've been terrified, embarrassed, scared or horrified. But it had not been anyone else, it had been Marik, and when Marik had wound the soft scarves around Ryou's wrists towards the bed, Ryou had never felt more trust in Marik than he had then.

Sighing in content again, Ryou gently nuzzled into Marik's chest, feeling at utter ease. It had been so long since he had felt such wonderfully warm arms wound around him. It made him feel secure, safe…and special.

After all, Marik loved him….

Grinning, Ryou sat up a bit, stretching himself. He hadn't had a chance to stretch his legs out much that day; after all, Marik had insisted that things would be more interesting in bed. Despite how enjoyable romping was, Ryou would've liked to simply take a quiet, serene walk.

Though his heart ached for Marik to come along with him, Ryou couldn't bear to awake his lover from his sleep. Marik simply looked far too innocent and content when he was asleep to be disturbed.

Yawning and stretching again, Ryou decided that one quick walk wouldn't hurt. His fever was still present, and his breathing was getting a little more difficult.

Probably just a clogged up throat, he thought, somewhat bothered as he wrinkled his slightly stuffy nose. I can never breathe well when I have fevers…I hope this one isn't too bad…

If anything, Ryou decided, walking would be helpful. The cool air always helped calm his senses.

One quick walk wouldn't hurt.

"Wow…"

Chuckling, Bakura strode up behind the awestruck Malik.

"Like what you see?"

Finally shutting his gaping mouth, Malik nodded. He turned towards Bakura, a sunny, amazed smile on his face.

"I've never seen such a view!" he breathed with incredulity. Bakura snickered lightly.

They were now standing upon a tall, rolling precipice of a hill, with long, soft strands of green grass tickling their calves. Beyond the bowing ripples of green stretched a fine carpet of emerald grass, rolling on for miles, until it would trail off into a stitch of a cerulean river. On the other side of the crystal slither, neat dunes of golden sand piled upon pile, before slowing growing into tall, triangle stones as they entered the setting horizon.

It had been one of Bakura's favorite places when he was younger; playing in the dunes, swimming in the river, and most memorable of all, hiding in the grass. Though Bakura hardly ever dared himself to reminisce about his past, the return of his once heart-kept land with his former lover had eased the pain enough for him to enjoy remembering his childhood…even it was just for a moment.

"The sunset's lovely," Malik breathed to himself, almost contemplating as he stared at the golden horizon. Bakura cocked his head to the side, arching a casual eyebrow.

"So you like sunsets too?" Bakura said. "Never would've known."

Malik sent the thief a good-hearted smirk. "Do care to remember that the sun was the very first thing I ever saw of the outside world."

Bakura snorted, but it was as soft and good-hearted as Malik's smirk. He poked Malik in the nose. "Girly."

"I am not," Malik protested, though his grin somewhat ruined his voice.

"Ryou's girly, and he likes sunsets," Bakura said matter-of-factly.

"Ryou's always girly," Malik snorted. "What with being a neat-freak, combing his long hair all the time, and the way he walks and even sits…that's girly."

Bakura laughed. "And what does that make you, then?" he teased.

Smirking mischievously, Malik suddenly turned around, his hands grabbing the front of Bakura's robes. The thief's eyes widened slightly when Malik turned his head upwards, so that red-brown eyes were staring deep into lavender ones. Bakura had to fight hard to swallow; their faces were only a finger's length apart.

"Well…" Malik whispered softly, amazed at his own daring. "What do you think?

Silence was Bakura's only answer, flittering from his caught lips. The wind blew between them softly, singing sweetly in each other's ears, ruffling Bakura's white locks in tune with Malik's golden strands. Bakura swallowed again.

By the gods Malik was beautiful.

How the sun would outline his hair, shining as though a golden halo above Malik's own golden strands. How Malik's skin seemed to literally shimmer bronze, and how his amethyst eyes twinkled with every bat of his long, black eyelashes. It almost seemed as though he was literally a god…his entire, beauteous form seemed to make up of only gold and riches. His golden hair, his bronze skin, his amethyst eyes and ruby lips…

Shaking his head rapidly to clear his thoughts, Bakura snapped himself back to reality.

"Okay okay," he confessed, still shaking his head to rid himself of the godly image before him. "You're not girly."

Chuckling, Malik grinned, releasing Bakura's robes. The thief sent him a look.

"Aw, did I make Baku look less seme than usual?" Malik teased. Bakura spat out his tongue.

"You're a child."

"So are you," Malik laughed. "Look at you. You haven't stuck out a tongue at me since…since…" Malik paused, thinking back. "Actually, I don't think you ever stuck your tongue out at me…"

"Unless it was for a good cause," Bakura finished, suddenly looking smug. "Wanna come here and try that?" he challenged, a secretive, suggestive look in his eyes.

Malik's eyes widened. "Bakura!" he scolded, aghast. He smacked Bakura in the head. "Perv."

"I am not!" Bakura protested, despite his smile. "I'm just an innocent little boy who's still growing."

"Uh huh, sure," Malik replied, settling down among the grass. "A little innocent boy like you wouldn't be having a massive orgasm right now."

"I can see your dick pressing into your thigh now, so don't be a hypocrite," Bakura retorted back just as easily, as he sat down next to Malik.

"I wasn't the one who thought everyone was looking at their jackhammer," Malik retorted.

"I wasn't the one who brought up the jackhammer," Bakura replied smugly.

"Well I'm not the one who takes women to bed all over Egypt," Malik said, giving Bakura a look that clearly said, I know what you do at night. Bakura laughed.

"And I'm not the one with the most pervertest yami of us all, who's probably screwing Ryou so senseless right now that I can bet we can hear his screams all the way here," Bakura finished triumphantly.

Malik blinked at him.

Bakura blinked back.

Without further ado, both of them burst out laughing, toppling into the long grass like two little children.

By this time, the sun had finished setting, and the darkness had triumphed the sky. Little dots of white scattered the velvet sky, twinkling cheerfully as the two boys continued their childish argument, teasing back and forth like there was no tomorrow.

When their laughter finally ceased into light chuckles, Malik rolled onto his back, sighing with content as he stared up into the stars. Still chuckling, Bakura slowly sat up, laying his arm on one of his upright knees and staring at Malik curiously. Malik gave him a snickering smile and sighed.

"I love our conversations, don't you?" Bakura asked innocently.

Malik laughed. "If anyone ever heard us, they'd think we were insane pervs."

Bakura snorted. "Us? They'd have to deal with Marik first before they ever thought us as insane pervs. I can bet you all of the gold in Egypt that he's still screwing Ryou right now."

"You don't need to bet all of the gold in Egypt to know that," Malik snickered back.

Both of them fell into another round of chuckles, before Malik took a deep breath, and sat up.

"Thanks for spending some time with me today," Malik whispered sincerely. "It meant a lot to me."

Bakura's gaze softened, and a smile found its way across his lips as well.

"Hey, we had fun," he said, his smile becoming a bit of a grin. "I wouldn't mind doing this again."

Nodding, Malik smiled again, before he rested his head back, staring high into the night sky. He could've almost felt Bakura do the same thing, and for a moment, neither said a word, totally at peace with staring at the stars in silence.

They sat there, staring up high at the heavens for heaven knows how long. As the night air become cooler, Malik sighed contentedly, throwing his golden strands back and closing his eyes in bliss. It felt so good to be simply sitting there, among the grass, letting the desert wind ease him of everything that was upon his mind.

However, he was startled out of his little trance when he felt a hand tentatively soothe his hair. Jerking up, he saw Bakura immediately retrieve his hand, looking away. What surprised Malik, however, was that the thief's cheeks were actually red.

"Was there…something you wanted?" Malik tried, suddenlyfeeling a little shy in spite of himself.

Bakura didn't reply, still staring off in the other direction, slowly taking off his robe and jewels. It was then did Malik take the chance to analyze the thief better, and was astounded at what he saw.

He had always been used to seeing Bakura pale and slim, exclude the occasional muscle and hot abs. But now as Malik allowed his eyes to trail over the thief's form, they widened with adoration and awe. Dark skin complimented Bakura very well! And his legs…Malik was used to seeing them slender and thin, but now they looked stronger, sexier.

And gods, the thief's chest!

Malik, of course, liked to work out. That's where he got his figure from, and knew exactly what was the best look when it came to six packs and guts. So when his eyes lay upon Bakura's Ra-damn sexy chest, he was in utter awe. Smooth, tanned, and simply heavenly.

It made Malik curious as to who would be stronger: Bakura now or Marik?

As he felt Malik staring at him, Bakura's hair began to prickle. Why wouldn't the blush go away! Regaining composure as best he could, he turned around, giving Malik a curious gaze, and was surprised to see Malik jerk back and look away. His cheeks were a bright red.

"Something interests you?" Bakura asked, a small smile appearing upon his lips.

He hears Malik giggle nervously, before forcing out a laugh. "Hah…nothing…really."

"Nothing?" Bakura asked, cocking his head to one side. "You sure?"

"I'm…I'm sure," Malik said, though his voice faltered a little. "I mean, there's nothing between us, right?"

"…I guess," Bakura murmured, at length. "That is, if you don't want anything to happen between us."

Malik turned around, giving Bakura a little, indignant glare. "You say that every time I ask."

Bakura made an innocent face. "It's the truth! If you want to go further, then hell, tell me!"

Malik laughed, in spite of himself. "You're so perverted."

"Marik's perverted," Bakura said, looking a little indignant. "And so are you."

"I'm not perverted!" Malik gasped, giving Bakura an insane look. Bakura replied with a cheeky smile.

"Oh?"

Malik nodded, smiling broadly. "Uh huh."

At this, Bakura merely shrugged, but Malik could see a rather wide smirk as the thief turned back around, flinging his croppy white hair against the wind, giving the keeper a rather enticing look at his profile. Malik couldn't help but allow his mouth to gap slightly at Bakura's crimson eyes, his white silver hair.

Obviously aware that Malik was ogling him like there was no tomorrow, Bakura decided to use this to his advantage. Yawning casually, the thief made an effort to turn towards the left, his cloak sliding pass his biceps and onto the ground as he stretched, showing the Keeper a very good view of his abs. Yawning and stretching again, Bakura made a stand, turning away, and stretched once more, his torso now fully bare, giving Malik a very good view of his rear.

"Okay, Bakura, stop torturing me!" Malik cried, who had shut his eyes from the bandit's sexy view. "Okay okay! I admit it! You're hot, you're sexy, and yes, yes, I like looking at them!"

"You give in way too easily," Bakura chuckled, finally deciding to end his little hard-to-get act and settling down next to Malik. Quickly and softly, Bakura stole a kiss from Malik's cheek, before burying his face into Malik's shoulder. Malik blinked.

"B-Bakura?" Malik ventured.

"Yeah, well, fine, I admit," Bakura snickered, "you're cute too."

Cheeks flushing, Malik huffed, though he was still grinning. "Cute? Is that all I am?"

"Would you be offended if I said the truth?" Bakura asked mildly. Malik pouted.

"You think I'm ugly?"

"Whoever said that the truth was terrible?" Bakura said, sounding a little incredulous as he pulled back, before giving the Keeper a look. "Fine. Here's the truth: you're not cute. You're beautiful, you're hot, and damn it, you're so sexy I have to sit on my hands so I can control myself. That's the truth."

Malik blinked, before giggling. "Wow. Blunt."

"That's who I am," Bakura said, smiling. Gently, as though almost subconsciously, his hand came up to the base of Malik's neck, warm and comforting, before sliding into the depths of Malik's golden strands. The Keeper couldn't help but purr as he leaned in to Bakura's familiar, warm touch, remembering those times when they had made love, and when Bakura finally dropped his "Darkness" side and became who he was. This thief. Bakura was this thief, not a spirit, not a yami, but a human, with flesh and blood, and a heart.

"I really wish….that we could be together…again," Malik whispered distantly, as he leaned in closer to Bakura, eventually leaning against the thief's chest, his head fitted snugly at the junction of Bakura's neck. For a moment, Malik felt the thief tighten his grip, his warm arms encircling lovingly around Malik's waist.

"….I don't know," Bakura finally replied softly, at length. "I suppose I'd really like to…there are many things in the world I'd like to do, Malik…but….sometimes…I just can't have them…"

Malik blinked, turning around to look at his former love with his large lavender eyes. "Why? You're the Thief King. You can have anything you want."

A thoughtful silence followed, before Bakura finally broke it, looking away.

"Sometimes," Bakura said softly, diverting his gaze distantly towards the sands, "It's

better to ask for something precious, than to risk your life stealing it. Unfortunately, those things are usually the most precious and the most important things in life, the most needed necessity that one needs to live, and sadly, they're things you just can't steal." He looked up, looking deeply into Malik's eyes, a soft, loving smile creeping up on his lips. "Like…love."

"Love?" Malik whispered, blinking his lavender eyes, making them all the more beautiful with each flutter of eyelashes. By Ra, how close were their lips; immediately Malik felt his heart race up, his head dim and fogged, his body putty and lax entirely, held upright by merely the intense gaze of Bakura's crimson eyes.

The thief was distracted as well, his eyes half-lidded as he watched sparkles appear within the depths of Malik's eyes, yearning to capture those supple, sweet lips. Just looking at Malik this way made Bakura long for them to be together again, long for them to feel each other's warmth, each other's comfort…

"I can't…steal love," Bakura whispered distantly, disbelieving that he was saying such things. Yet, he felt as though they were right to say now, with Malik. Malik was the only person he ever felt confident enough to be himself around; with Ryou he felt he needed to be dominant to put Ryou in place, and even now, Bakura could not feel such a thing towards his former host. With Marik, he had to be equal, damnit, equally strong and equally evil. But with Malik….

"Why can't you steal love?" Malik whispered, breaking Bakura's thoughts. "You already stole my heart once before…maybe now, you just need to ask."

Bakura thought for a moment, still mesmerized by Malik's enchanting lavender eyes, before he replied softly, his breath washing over Malik's heavenly lips. The wind began to sing again, coaxing them together with its woven voice.

There are some things you can steal…and some things you can ask for…

"There are…many things I'd like to have," Bakura said softly, very distantly, as he carefully pondered his thoughts, "but I can't steal…like forgiveness…acceptance…and..."

He looked deep into Malik's eyes once more, his hand gently soothing through Malik's hair, as the Keeper purred lightly at the touch.

…more precious than gold or sliver…or food and water…

"…and…love," Bakura whispered.

"Well…" Malik whispered back, as Bakura leaned closer in, his lips just millimeters apart, "…all you really need to do, Bakura…is just…ask."

"Ask…" Bakura repeated quietly, as though it was something he just comprehended, before capturing Malik's lips entirely.

…there are…some things you can't steal…

His heart swelled as he numbly realized that Malik was actually kissing back. And what was more, this was not the usual kiss they shared, the one when they'd have tongues twisting within hot caverns accompanied by traveling hands. No. This was the first sincere kiss they'd had in ages, and Bakura could feel all his worries being banished away by the simple clasp of those heaven-sweet lips.

…but are just given to you…

As Bakura raised both hands to Malik's hair, their silky strands slipping through Bakura's intertwining fingers…as Malik slowly wound his arm around Bakura's neck, drawing them closer together…as Bakura finally managed to comprehend that he was kissing the one thing that made his life worthwhile, that made his life brighter…his heart rejoiced.

There are some things you can steal…

He closed his eyes, his lips feeling warm and soft again…

…but some things that you can ask for.

Aw, kawaii! My most romantic, sweetest, fluffiest Thief Bakura x Malik moment!

Oh yes, poem is the "Highwayman", and I altered the lyrics to fit Bakura. Call it a bit of Yu-Gi-Oh/Highwayman parody. For those who do know which song I'm talking about, go and find it! It's a sweet and beautiful song.

Gosh, I made Thief Bakura so much fun! (and yes, I do think Thief Bakura spends some times at night with women...what, with that body? Of course!)

Eeee...Marik...why are you so kinky now...? (sticks out tongue) It's strange writing Marik ala canon. But don't worry. He'll progress. (Is still swimming with the image of a Thief Bakura in her mind...drrooooool)

Please read and review! There will be an actual MarikxRyou lemon soon. Well, there will be at least two. I'm trying to make it an uneven three, so it'd be more...simmetrical, so to speak, but I can't find an opportunity to squish it in. I doubt there'd be any Bakura x Malik lemon though..this is, as Never Knew was, a MarikxRyou centered fic. So, just Bakura x Malik fluff. That's all. (beams) But don't worry. There will be lemons, and they will be good.