Thank you loads for all of the wonderful reviews I am getting and I am very pleased! I'm excited that you all like the story as much as you say you do.

I also think I need to thank my roleplaying bud for…roleplaying with me its been so much fun and she plays a very convincing Bakura!

Warning: In this chapter things are gonna get a tad bit heated, but nothing too extensive and graphic. It won't even get that far. I am not good at writing lemons anyways so there isn't anything to worry about.

On with the chapter!

Mariku reached for the doorknob, he saw a shadow overlap his own and glanced back to see Bakura standing behind him. Bakura shut the slightly ajar door and took Mariku's hand from the knob. "You can stay if you want," he said in a very deep and sexy tone which Mariku did not understand.

"I can?" Mariku looked up at him with an expression of amazement on his face. He wasn't expecting Bakura to actually allow him to stay in the room.

"Yes…" Bakura replied. The thief led the forgetful male to his bed and allowed him to sit. Mariku had begun to felt uneasy. Bakura had never been so gentle with him during his stay in the thief's house.

The pallid-hair put his hands on Mariku's shoulders and gently pushed him down onto the comforter and pillows. "Mariku, would you like to play a very adult game?" He inquired with a sly smile expressed on his features.

Mariku's face lit up with excitement even though he still had no idea what Bakura was getting at. "What game are we gonna play?" he said with excitement present in his tone.

"I don't think you've played this game before so I will have to teach you the rules."

"Okay, so what are they?"

"No screaming and no wiggling. Can you remember that?" Mariku nodded and waited for the game to commence.

Bakura climbed on top of him and pressed his soft, warm lips to Mariku's. The tomb keeper's eyes widened in astonishment. He wanted to push Bakura away, but he didn't want to break the rules and lose the game. He had always been a very competative youngster and refused to lose any game.

Bakura grabbed at the hem of the other's shirt and lifted it over his head, tossing it down onto the hardwood floor. Mariku's slim body quivered as the frigid air rushed over his bare torso and enveloped his upper body.

The other kissed his body delicately and worked his way back up to Mariku's irresistable mouth. He inserted his tongue into the frightened other's mouth and explored every inch that he could. Mariku squirmed and wanted to be free of the robber.

Suddenly, his stomach felt uneasy to the point that he pushed Bakura off, onto the floor, and dashed for the bathroom. Bakura stood from the ground and scratched his head. "What the-? Mariku?"

He wandered out to the open doorway of the bathroom and caught Mariku vomitting for the second or third time, but it didn't matter because he wasn't keeping count. He held back Mariku's long bangs for him and waited for him to finish. "You know, you wretch like a pregnant woman. You aren't pregnant, right? I mean, I didn't even get into your pants." Bakura commented.

Mariku grabbed a cloth from the towel rack and wiped off his mouth. He threw it at the wall with frustration apparent in his actions and leaned back against the wall. Bakura knelt down beside him and placed his hand on Mariku's brow. He was burning to the touch and Bakura quickly withdrew. "How is it that you are able to get this sick so easily?"

"What did you eat this time?" He inquired of Mariku. The feverish egyptian shook his head and looked up at Bakura. "I haven't eaten since this morning."

"You had to have eaten something. How else would you get sick? Tell me again what you ate this morning."

Mariku listed everything he had earlier eaten and all was accounted for, accept for the skittle-like things that he had not earlier mentioned. Bakura had a bad feeling about the "candy" Mariku had mentioned. He was never one to keep anything sugery in his house, except for the things Ryou ocassionally purchased for himself.

The thief hurriedly went downstairs and took one quick glance around the kitchen. Suddenly something orange caught his attention; a little orange pill bottle on the work surface. He then realized what had happened and new that Mariku was in a bit of a bind. He grabbed the telephone and called poison control. Since this case was minor and easier to take care of than most, Bakura was given instructions to follow and was wished the best of luck.

Mariku was curled up with his knees tight to his chest. He felt like he was going to fall apart into several pieces. His temperature was high, his vision was clouded in pain, and he felt like he couldn't breathe; like the air had been sucked from his chest and the entire room.

Bakura came back into the room where Mariku was laying and rolled up the sleeves of his black button-down shirt. He sorted through the more disgusting contents of the toilet bowl, to confirm what he had thought to have happened; and came up with a few of the pills that Mariku had thrown up a few minutes ago.

"These were Ryou's pain pills," Bakura said sounding more concerned and serious than upset. Mariku moaned as the pain in his stomach returned at full-force.

"While you are in my house, it is imparative that you ask me what is okay to eat and what is not…" Bakura disposed of the medication and washed off his arm. He turned back to Mariku and rolled up the other sleeve with a deep sigh following. "Well, let's get to work." Bakura grabbed Mariku by his uninjured arm and pulled him over to the toilet.

"What are you doing, Bakura?" Mariku exclaimed in a panic.

"You've got vomit up the rest of the medication. I know there are more in you. I filled that perscription a few days ago and now the bottle is more than half empty," Bakura retorted as he tried to hold Mariku still.

"I don't want to!" Mariku rebelled against Bakura but found that he was too weak to break free of restraint.

Bakura growled as he restricted Mariku's movement with his body and forcefully stuck his own finger down Mariku's throat in order to make him wretch. Bakura's actions were sucessful, but he still hadn't coughed up all of the medication.

He repeated this several times, for at least an hour, before Mariku had nothing more to expell from his system.

He released Mariku and watched him exhaustedly collapse onto the bathroom tile. Bakura collapsed next to him as his energy was also spent. "Good job, Mariku…" He commended.

"Shut up," Malik hissed in a rasped voice.

"Do you feel better?"

"A little…"

"Good."

There was a long silence in the room. The only sounds to be heard was the heavy breathing of both egyptians; and the shifting of the two bodies in an attempt of comfort on the tile.

Mariku peered over at the thief who was spread out beside him. His chest slowly rose and fell as he rested. "Are…you mad again?" Mariku whispered.

Bakura opened his closed eyes and glanced over at Mariku, then turning his sights to the ceiling. "I am just upset that you put up such a fight when I was trying to help you. I had to force you to wretch and that I did not enjoy."

"I'm sorry, Bakura," Mariku appologized in a quiet voice. He moved his tired body closer to Bakura's and appologized again with a tear in his eye.

"Just try to be more careful, that's all I ask of you," Bakura put his arm around Mariku and kissed his forehead lightly. He sighed in relief. This was the most frightening experience he had ever had to go through even though he hadn't shown an ounce of fear.

Mariku's fever was disappearing, thankfully, and he was feeling and looking more regular.

Bakura sat up against the wall nearest him and pulled Mariku to his lap where he could rest his head. He ran his fingers through Mariku's hair and gently brushed his bangs from his face.

"You're warm…" Mariku said softly.

"I guess…" Bakura replied.

Mariku gazed up at the thief and thought a moment before he spoke. "Do you wanna be my big brother? You didn't tell me earlier."

Bakura gawked at Mariku and seemed surprised that his thoughts had wandered back to that subject, especially after he had tried to get into his pants earlier. "But I…what I did earlier…" Bakura lowered his eyes in a direction away from Mariku.

"Oh yeah, did I lose?"

"What?"

"Did I win or lose that game we played earlier?" Bakura was beginning to think that Mariku hadn't yet gotten the point of Bakura's "game".

"Yeah, whatever."

Mariku pressed his question again and Bakura gave him the simple answer of "whatever" as he had been lately. Mariku grinned and closed his eyes as he fantasized what it was going to be like now that Bakura was his "brother".

"It'll be….great…" Mariku whispered as he nodded off.

Bakura shrugged and continued to run his fingers through Mariku's hair. He then thought to himself, "What the hell am I saying? I want him as my lover, not my brother. You can't fuck your brother, its just not done."

Bakura very carefully transferred Mariku from the bathroom to the Guest room a short ways down the corridor of the second floor. He slid Mariku in under the red bed sheets and tried to make him comfortable for now.

As he was leaving, he heard the rustling of the bed sheets and the cry of the springs as the other body moved. "Are you leaving Bakura?" The sweet voice called to him.

Bakura hunched over and frowned and then turned back and looked at Mariku with the same frowning and tired face. "I don't have to, I'm not tired," he regretably lied.

Mariku grinned and fully sat up in the bed. "Then if you aren't tired, we can have a sleep over!" Mariku said sounding so very excited, just has his expression proved.

Well, I am going to drop you there for tonight. Betcha can't wait to see what happens! Please review if you can catch the time! Toodles!