AN: I don't own Livin' La Vida Loca. Or Ricky Martin for that matter.

Don't ask me why this happened. I really don't know. I was all happy with puzzle, tender, and puppyshipping. And then...and then Marik had to be all "But I don't want you to pair me up with Anzu! I'll cry!" and far be it from me to make such a cute hikari cry.

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"I'll go next!" Marik said, hurrying up to Anzu, who queued up the song and resumed fanning herself, catching a glimpse of Seto...smiling. Smiling at Jounouchi. They were being just too adorable.

'At least Marik's not singing with anyone,' she thought, turning to watch as the blond Egyptian took the microphone and swayed to the beat. 'Yes. Finally a guy that isn't going to break into a yaoi duet.' She smiled, admiring Marik's lithe form as he started to sing, still moving to the music.

"She's into superstitions black cats and voodoo dolls.
I feel a premonition that girl's gonna make me fall."

Marik's eyes narrowed a bit and he grinned, making Yugi and Ryou melt against their yami's.

"She's into new sensations new kicks-" he did a quick side kick "- in the candle light.
She's got a new addiction for every day and night.

She'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain.
She'll make you live her crazy life but she'll take away your pain"

He formed his free hand to pantomime a gun and pointed it at his temple

"Like a bullet to your brain!" He acted out pulling the trigger, tossing his head back. "Come On!" Marik looked at his audience again, resuming his dancing around.

"Upside, inside out she's livin' la vida loca
She'll push and pull you down, livin' la vida loca
Her lips are devil red and her skin's the color mocha
She will wear you out livin' la vida loca Come On!
Livin' la vida loca, Come on!
She's livin' la vida loca."

Just as the next verse was starting, the door to their room flew open, another blond Egyptian entering, hair standing up wildly and navy eyes flashing darkly. Both Yami and Bakura leapt to their feet, ready for a fight, but the new yami merely continued where Marik had left off.

"Woke up in New York City in a funky cheap hotel-"

Yami Marik bounded onto the stage, grabbing the stunned Marik by the wrist, taking the microphone from him while holding him on stage.

"He took my heart and he took my money
he must've slipped me a sleeping pill."

The yami spun Marik around, dancing with him. Marik flailed and was trying to get free. Yami hesitated as to whether or not the blond needed saving while Bakura merely cackled and took his seat, watching with renewed interest.

"He never drinks the water and makes you order French Champagne
Once you've had a taste of him you'll never be the same"

Yami Marik's lips hovered dangerously close to Marik's for a brief instant before the smaller blond was pushed away, his yami throwing his head back-

"Yeah, he'll make you go insane!"

"Upside, inside out he's livin la vida loca"

Marik found himself drawn against his yami, back against him for a brief moment and blushing as he felt a warm wetness on the shell of his ear before his was pushed away again, almost feeling like his arm would pop out of it's socket from the force.

"He'll push and pull you down, livin la vida loca
His lips are devil red and his skin's the color mocha"

As Yami Marik kept singing, he danced with his hikari, intentionally getting him tangled in the microphone cord.

"He will wear you out livin la vida loca Come On!
Livin la vida loca, Come on!
He's livin la vida loca. "

Marik cried out as he stumbled and fell onto his butt, the microphone cord wrapped loosely around his legs and waist. Yami Marik smirked, kneeling down and looping the end of the cord around Marik's wrists.

"Wh-what are you doing!?" Marik yelped, trying to squirm away.

"He'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain."

Yami Marik moved his hands to the smaller blond's exposed midrift, ignoring his protests.

"I'll make you live my crazy life
but I'll take away your pain-"

Yami Marik laughed, pantomiming a gun with one hand and pressing it to Marik's forehead and pretending to fire it.

-Like a bullet to your brain. Come On!"

As the last chorus played, Yami Marik flipped Marik onto his shoulder and headed for the door.

"N-no! Where are we going!? TASKETE!" he cried, looking to his friends.

"Hey now, no need for the theatrics. Let's go get reacquainted. I think the room next door is unoccupied," Yami Marik laughed.

"Oh my god HELP ME!"

The others stared, most wincing as the microphone cord snapped as it was pulled beyond it's breaking point, the speakers screeching for just a second.

"Sh...should we-" Ryou asked.

"He'll be fine," Bakura managed, his laughter near hysterical, feet kicking gleefully under the table.

Yami shivered and sat back down. "You know...I think he will be just fine," he muttered, not really wanting to deal with Yami Marik. They heard a door slam, cutting off Marik's cries for help.

Anzu laughed nervously, moving to close their door as well. "Um...so sound proof rooms, huh? Aren't they the best? Ha...ha..." She cleared her throat and looked around for a third microphone, seeing as they were down to one working one.

'What next? Are Honda and Otogi going to start making out?' Anzu glanced at the pair warily. 'Oh please...no no, they can't all be gay...'

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AN: There you go. My first try at bronzeshipping. Why? Because I heard Livin' La Vida Loca and ideas invaded my tendershipping thoughts, much to Bakura's disappointment.

I do have a tendershipping story that will be all epic and such. That will probably be written and posted in time for Ryou's birthday cause...I'm a fan girl and I can do that :D

Oh and "Taskete" is Japanese for "Help me" (I'm 99% sure on that. It's been years though. It might just mean help. Either way, I thought it sounded better for him to yell it in Japanese.).