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What happened earlier

Marik burst into the door and stopped in mid-air. His eyes went wide as ping pong balls. Malik was standing in the middle of the room, with nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips, water still dripping from his hair and body...

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Marik had to control himself from drooling. 'Damn, that boy is SEXY,' crossed through his mind. Marik let his eyes flood over the boy, like a hungry lion, ready to attack.

Malik backed away. 'Oh my god, he's gonna molest me! Wait, bad thought. He's gonna KILL me! I'm to young to die - help me, mommy. Oh wait, she's dead. Help me, ISIS!'

A smirk crept up Marik's face as some dirty images flashed in his mind. He began to speak: "Nice body, you have."

Malik jerked his head up. "WHAT!"

"You heard me, pretty boy." Marik's smirk grew wider as he said that. He let his eyes travel another time over Malik's body.

It pissed the boy off. "Stop looking at me, you PERVERT!" He took his bottle of shampoo and threw it right into Marik's face. HIT!

"Ow!" Marik, clutched his nose. "DAMMIT, that hurts!" he looked up and shot a death glare to Malik. "You want to die, don't ya?"

Malik swallowed hard. Shit. Bad move. Drips of sweat started to form in his neck and he giggled nervously. "Eheheheh... OOPS, uhm... You know what, I'd better get dressed." He walked passed Marik, but as soon as he did that, two arms wrapped around his waist.

"Where do you think you're going?" Marik hissed.

Malik had to close his eyes, when he felt the hot breath touch his neck. He didn't know why, but it was making him shiver.

Marik flipped him around so that he was facing him now. "Are you gonna answer me or what, brat?" He spoke in his usual cold tone. His face was only inches away from Malik's face.

Malik slowly opened his eyes. As soon as he met Marik's eyes, he looked down nervously. He bit his bottom lip and muttered something inaudible. He felt his cheeks burn; he was blushing furiously.

Marik quirked an eyebrow. 'What's wrong with Mal- err... THE BOY?'

Marik had never seen Malik like this before. His weaker halve had never blushed before; at least, not in front of him. It didn't make any sense to Marik so he asked: "Are you getting a fever?"

"Huh?" Malik looked up and blinked. "Uh... a fever?"

"You look pretty red," Marik stated, while trying to fight back a strange feeling he never had before (I never knew he had ANY feelings before.); he was getting worried.

Marik lifted his right hand and touched Malik's cheek. "And your face is burning," he continued.

"Oh uhm..." Malik blushed even deeper and looked down again. It was then that something hit him. 'I'm still not dressed yet!'

Malik's head jerked up once more and he narrowed his eyes. "You know," he said, with a cold tone in his voice similar to Marik's, "I will get a fever, if you won't let me dress myself." He pushed Marik away and walked out through the door.

To Bakura

Bakura ran through the hall. "That was close," he mumbled to himself. Bakura had been spying on the two blondes and his plan was working quite well. In fact, he was already working on a new plan.

'Yes,' he thought, 'I will get a body of my own too. Mwuahahahaha!'

STAY TUNED...

To Dark Magician Girl/Hikaru: Haha! Well, as you can read, he has more plans.

To Hikarinotenshi15: IIEEEKKKSSSS! I hope your yami isn't a psycho creep like Marik, 'cuz (like Malik says) I'm to young to die! Help mommy!

To Kittikat Kai: I like cookies!

To Sami: Thanks! I'll remember the 'h' for later!

To SexyGoldfish504: Yeah I really think there are to little MxM fics. It's the main reason why I wrote this.

To Sarah1281: Yeah, that's what I thought too. Yami has never lost before! Time to take him down once. And you really are great! Do you know that you've given ALL MY STORIES a review?

To Hikari's-dark-side-08: I've checked your story and it's really good! And uhm... Yeah, I think Yami's gonna loose. What am I saying, HE IS GONNA LOOSE!