THE NEXT DAY

Marik was sitting on his couch watching TV when the doorbell rang.

"Oh. Bakura." He said upon seeing who it was.

"Yeah. Hey Marik. Can I come in?"

"Uh…sure." Bakura sat down on Marik's couch and turned off the TV. Marik sat down next to him.

"Marik, we need to talk."

"About what?" Marik said, as if he didn't know.

"About yesterday."

"Oh yeah. That was one awesome party, right?"

"Not about the party. About… you know…spin the bottle."

"Oh…"

"Yeah."

"Listen Bakura, I'm sorry about that. It was really awkward."

"Marik, I haven't kissed many people, but I know that you liked it. And…I liked it too."

There was silence for a while. Then Marik said. "You did?"

"Yes. In fact, Marik, I-I've wanted to kiss you for a while. I guess what I'm trying to say, Marik, is, I love you."

"Oh, Bakura, I love you too."

"You do?" Bakura said, in a tone that was completely out of character. "Then let's not waste any time."

"I couldn't agree more."

Marik grabbed Bakura and pulled him down onto the couch where they started making out.

"By the way, Bakura," Marik mumbled against Bakura's mouth when he remembered he had to breathe, "You're a complete idiot for waking me up at five am."

"Do you want to know why I did that, Marik?"

"Why?"

"Because, I knew you were stressed about your job and I wanted to help you relax."

Marik pushed Bakura away for a moment. "Really?"

"Yes."

Marik pulled off Bakura's shirt and mumbled "You know Bakura, you're fluffy outside and in."