Hey, what's up? So rry I took awhile to update. I just wanted to let you know, the updating will be every other week or so. Plus I have a big term paper coming up soon, but I also have spring break coming up! But any way, thankies for the nice reviews an I'm sorry Sami Ryou's Hikari for the spider! I promise you won't be seeing him again. Well thanks for listening, an sorry for the lame-ass cliff hanger! heh heh.

Disclaimer: Ooo glue smells good! .../10 minutes later/..pfffftttt hell yea I own Yu-Gi-Oh! Don't I look like a 40 year old Japanese guy? And aren't I sitting on PILES of cash!

Chapter 3

So Malik decided just to get it over with and open the door. He was met with two unfamiliar faces.

"Wusp Malik."

"B-BAKURA!" Malik screeched as Bakura pushed his way into the house.

"Yea its me, now shut your mouth and take this," Bakura handed him a plastic bag. But Malik didn't notice, he was too busy trying to get over his three simultaneous heart attacks he'd just had. Bakura's hair was...brown. Not only that but he was wearing awful looking shades and he seemed to have tried to flatten his hair with gel and cram it under a baseball cap. Then he looked at Marik, whose scenario was the same-dark brown hair, mushed up into a hat. Malik refused to believe this had happened.

"Uh, Malik what the hell are you doing?" Marik asked, as Malik began patting his chest slowly moving his hands down toward his pants. Marik grabbed his hands before he got too low, and felt his face burn.

"You guys can't be real. You must be agents or something. Where the hells the wire!" He moved over to Bakura, his hands outstretched but Bakura smacked his hands aside, then hit Malik with the back of his hand.

"Get hold of yourself Malik. This isn't a joke. Take the stuff and go."
Of course by help, Bakura meant for Marik to drag Malik to the bathroom kicking and screaming if he had to. Marik put on the little gloves and Malik sat down on the cool marble sink.

"It's not permanent is it?" Malik whimpered as Marik began applying the dye to his hair and massaging it in.

"What else would it be Malik?" Marik smirked as Malik hugged the towel around his bare shoulders tighter. "I'm just kidding Malik! Its the best temp stuff out there. It'll come out with some washes."

"Thank Ra," he mumbled. "Ugh, this is turning out to be a bigger deal than I wanted." Malik sighed and put his head onto Marik's chest which was right in front of him.

"RA MALIK!" Marik pulled away from him, and Malik shot his head back up.

"Oh...oopsie!" He bit his lip as Marik started yelling profanities over the dye on his new shirt. "SORRY MARIK I FORGOT I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY REALLY!" Malik was almost reduced to tears and Marik continued to scream. Marik stopped, looked at him and sighed.

"Sorry."

"I'll give you money to buy a new one if you-" Marik held his hand up to silence him.

"Don't worry about it. But I should toss it in the wash now, I'll be right back." Malik sat and picked at his fingernails until Marik returned...shirtless. He tried not to pay too much attention to his well built, tan chest.

"Okay...now," Marik put the gloves back on and stood to Malik's right to get that side of his head. Then he moved back in front of him, so they were facing each other. Marik patted Malik's knee with his wrist, motioning for him to spread his legs apart.

"Ummmm hmmmm," Malik couldn't even respond, as a large lump had lodged itself in his throat. He bit the side of his lip hard and closed his eyes, trying to not to concentrate on Marik's hands rubbing his scalp, his inner thighs rubbing up against his waist, Marik's chest right in front of him, or the rocking motion they were in.

"Am I hurting you?" Marik asked putting his face right in front of Malik's. Malik shook his head violently and Marik continued. 'Okay think gross thoughts Malik...Ew Ra, naked old ladies...OH DEAR RA! Me banging an old lady...Marik banging an old lady...Marik naked...Mmmm Marik all sweaty...Me below Marik...NO! NOO! GROSS THOUGHTS!' Malik instinctively closed his legs together feeling heat rushing to his crotch.

"Whoa, Malik. I'm still oh-" Marik stopped noticing why Malik had tried to crush him. Malik bit his lip harder and blushed terribly, not being able to look at Marik out of embarrassment. "Well, uh, your done so...just wait 15 minutes then you can rinse it out in the shower. I'll...uhh leave you here." Marik left the room quickly as Malik went into the fetal position on the sink.

"What was that all about?" Bakura asked seeing Marik rush out of the bathroom.

"Nothing, nothing at all."

"Sure looks like its something." Bakura raised an eyebrow at Marik's flushed face. Marik shoved past him to check on his shirt as Bakura snickered.

"Stupid thief." He hissed.

Okie dokie. Sowwy if that was too short. I'll try an update ASAP, but I'm going to be really busy and junk like a mentioned before. Ummm... I think thats everything. Oh, don't worry Ryou's coming up next chappie! I just got a lil carried away with the MalikXMarik moment! Aack!

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