Marik rested his arm on the back of his swivel chair, turning it 90 degrees to look at Bakura when he walked into the den that doubled as an office and a game room. "Hey, Bakura, you're a nerd, how do I change my computer background?"

"Right click, go to the personalize options, and then-"

"On second thought, just come over here and do it for me."

"Does it say IT on my shirt?"

"No?"

"Then kiss my ass. I'm not your personal computer technician."

"Bakura, you stay here rent free and eat all my food- get your ass over here and show me how to customize this."

"Fine." Bakura marched up to Marik, dropping into Marik's lap and shifting until he was comfortable.

"Bakura, what the fuck?"

"Well?" Bakura grinned, leaning against Marik's chest and making himself comfortable. "There are no other chairs nearby, and if this is anything like the first time I helped you on your computer, then we're going to be here for a while, so I might as well get comfortable."

Marik rolled his eyes, but didn't argue. Instead, he nodded at the computer screen. "So what's right-clicking?"

Bakura grabbed Marik's hand and placed it on top of the mouse. He slid his fingertip up and down Marik's finger with slow, suggestive strokes. "Take this finger right here?"

"Yeah?" Marik asked, his voice a little husky as he leaned closer into Bakura.

"And click the mouse, idiot."

Marik bucked up into Bakura's ass. "How do you expect me to learn anything when you're always being an asshole, Bakura? I can't help that I was literally under a rock for half my life."

"Which means you've had the other half of your life to learn how to right-click, Marik."

"One doesn't exactly need to right-click when they have a small army of mind slaves to act as personal secretaries."

"Well that's what you get for being a brat that let servants do everything for you." Bakura snorted, turning back to the screen. "Regardless, see where it says personalize?"

"Yes."

"Go there. Then backgrounds. Click here. And find a picture."

Marik leaned forward again so he could see. This time he wrapped his free arm around Bakura's waist. "I'm not sure which one I want. I'm just sick of looking at the default picture."

"Then scroll down to look at your options and quit hugging me."

"I'm not hugging you."

"Your arm is around me."

"Where else is it supposed to go? You're the asshole that plopped into my lap."

"Whatever, just pick a damn picture so I can go play Secret of Evermore."

"I don't like any of these pictures."

"Then get one from the internet."

"What about a picture of me? How do I take one?"

"This is why I don't like helping you, Marik. You turn every question into an hour long computer lesson."

Marik began to nuzzle against Bakura's spine. "Oh, but Bakura, you can't tell me this isn't at least a little fun." He gave his hips another playful hike against Bakura's backside.

Bakura smirked, swiveling and grinding down back against Marik. "I suppose one more question won't hurt." He continued to rock his hips down in slow drags, making sure he glided against Marik's crotch each time.

"So, click here . . . yeah, good, and that brings up your camera- ahh." Bakura gasped as Marik bucked back upward.

His fingers curled around Marik's mouse hand, no longer trying to direct it. His hips moved faster, trying to get as much contact as he could against his backside. On the screen their image mirrored back at them as the camera waited for them to take a picture, but Bakura wasn't paying attention to the computer screen.

Marik reached into Bakura's pants, sloppy, scraping his thumb nail against Bakura's belly as he searched for Bakura's swelling cock. He handled Bakura roughly, causing the other male to grunt and squirm on Marik's lap.

"Do you want more?" Marik growled against Bakura's shoulder blade, staring at their image on the screen.

Bakura stood up and dropped his pants to the floor. As Bakura threw his shirt up over his shoulders, Marik unbuckled his pants and dropped them down to his ankles. Bakura sat back down, facing Marik and grinding their cocks between their bellies. They met for a kiss, rough and without grace. Bakura bit Marik's bottom lip and Marik crammed his tongue into Bakura's mouth to stop him from biting.

Bakura reached back, fumbling around until his hand caught hold of the bottle of lotion Marik kept near his computer. He squeezed out a dollop of lotion onto their erections, enough to help them slide together, but not enough to ruin the friction. Marik smoothed the lotion into their skin and then stroked them both at once. Their cocks were statues of bronze and ivory in his hand. A glistening gem of precum welled from Bakura's tip as he held onto Marik's shoulders and used his hips to increase the friction between their cocks.

Marik bit into the side of Bakura's neck, as if to mark ownership. Bakura's grunts turned into desperate whines as soon as Marik's teeth struck Bakura's flesh. He tilted his head, bucking faster and coming hard enough to decorate Marik's copper chest with fat, white pearls. Marik wanted to slam Bakura on top of his own erection and fuck him until he screamed, but he was too caught up in the moment and lotion wouldn't be enough, so he released Bakura's spent cock and focused on his own. Bakura's hand fumbled between them, wrapping his fingers around Marik's hand and helping stroke him until Marik held his breath and tumbled over the edge.

Bakura sank against Marik's chest, his eyes fluttering shut and his face calm. Marik glanced at their image on the computer screen where the camera still watched them. It was a nice image, Bakura mussed up and falling asleep against Marik's chest. Marik reached out, clicking on the mouse and setting a timer for the photo. He leaned back, making sure his own hair was in place and still allowing Bakura to rest against him. The image of the screen froze as it took their picture. Marik edited it a touch, cropping the extra background and saving it in his photo album, before selecting it as his background.

Bakura opened a single eye. "I thought you didn't know what you were doing?"

Marik grinned. "Actually, Ryou gave me a tutorial a few weeks ago. He's a better teacher than you."

"Then why the fuck were you bugging me?"

"I knew you wouldn't pose for a picture if I simply asked."

"Jackass. That's the last time you're getting any kind of tech support from me." He stood up, yanking Marik to his feet as well.

"Where are we going?"

Bakura smirked. "The bedroom, of course. All that work wore me out and now I want a nap."