I dedicate this oneshot to my good friend Emily, simply because I was texting her while writing it and we took great delight in discussing the aspects of it. She is my bestest friend ever and I know she'll give me a really awesome birthday present for dedicating this oneshot to her.
Note: Bakura is a female in this story. I figured since Marik was genderbent in my last oneshot, I might as well torture Bakura in the same way. (Even though this one doesn't quite open up into a full story like the last oneshot.)
Title: Boyfriend/Girlfriend
Summary: Courtesy of Mariku's messing with the Millennium Rod, Bakura's a female. Marik isn't exactly complaining about this development.
Bakura ran to the nearest mirror, pressing his palms against the glass, eyes widening in horror.
"No...no, no, fucking HELL NO!" he screamed. Marik, lounging on the bed, raised an eyebrow at him.
"Would you chill out?" he asked. "You'll wake the neighbors."
"Chill out? Chill out? Marik, are you honestly not seeing this?" Bakura yelled, whirling around to face the Egyptian.
Marik saw it, all right. It was hard to miss when your live-in boyfriend suddenly became your live-in girlfriend, courtesy of your other half's shinanigans with the Millennium Rod. Mariku had somehow gotten the notion that it would be fun to change Bakura into something else for a day or two, just to freak the spirit out.
"I was going for a cat," was his excuse when questioned.
Long story short, the cat thing had backfired, and Bakura had turned into a woman.
"And a damn hot woman, at that," Marik thought, allowing his eyes to roam over his- her- Bakura's body. The white-haired spirit had turned back to the mirror and was glaring at his/her reflection furiously, trying not to look at the breasts that were currently residing on his being, accidently giving Marik a good view of his ass in the process. Not that Marik was complaining.
"God dammit," Marik thought. "Maybe we should've turned him into a woman sooner." Not too say that Bakura didn't look good as a man, but as a woman, every good-looking detail of his body seemed to be multiplied by ten. He/She may have been wearing men's clothes still, but they clung to those curves in all the right ways and none of the bad ways.
"Marik, you need to fix this," Bakura said. "Now."
"Me?" Marik folded his arms behind his head. "Why me? Mariku's the one who got you into this situation in the first place, and my sister knows a hell of a lot more about the powers of the Millennium Items than I do. Between the two of them, I'm sure we can figure out some way to turn you back eventually."
"Eventually?" Bakura whirled around and glared at Marik. "How soon is eventually, Marik?" Marik rolled his eyes. Evidently, Bakura had developed the attitude of a women in addition to the body of one.
"Look, I'll call my sister tomorrow and explain the situation to her. Hopefully, she'll be able to help. If it comes down to it, I'll talk to Yugi. The Pharoah might know something."
"I'd rather die than accept help from the Pharoah!" Bakura spat. Marik smirked, getting up off of the bed.
"So if Mariku can't fix it, and Ishizu can't fix it, you'd rather stay in a woman's body rather than ask Yami for help?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"...Why wait till tomorrow? Why not call your sister right now?" Bakura asked, not quite liking the way the Egyptian was walking towards him.
"My sister's probably asleep. She does have to get up early for work, you know." Marik paused a foot or so in front of Bakura. "I'll call her tomorrow."
"And just what am I supposed to do in the meantime?" Bakura demanded, crossing his/her arms, not quite liking the way his breasts squished together when he performed this action. Marik smirked.
"I can come up with one or two good ideas," he said, stepping closer to Bakura.
"Don't you dare come near me, Ishtar," Bakura threatened, sidestepping around Marik. "Maybe you should sleep in the guestroom tonight. Or maybe..." Bakura growled when Marik grabbed his wrist and yanked him closer. "Maybe the couch is the ideal place for you tonight!"
Marik smirked again, wrapping his arms around Bakura's waist. He had always been a few centimeters taller than the pale spirit, but now he finally knew what it was like to be stronger than him, too. He quite liked the feeling.
"Oh, come on, Kura," Marik teased. "When's the next time we'd get an opportunity like this?"
"Hopefully, never!" Bakura replied, trying to squirm out of Marik's grip. Dammit, when did Marik get so strong?
"My point exactly! We'll never get another opportunity, so why not enjoy it while we can?" Marik asked with a grin. Bakura snarled and Marik laughed.
"Now, don't get all pouty just because you can't top tonight, Kura," he said, grinning . "You know you're just as curious as I am."
"I am not!" Bakura insisted. Marik was holding him too close, and the way his boobs were pressed up against the Egyptian's chest did not feel comfortable at all. "And I'm not pouty because 'I can't top tonight', I'm pouty because these boobs are killing my back!"
"That's what bras were invented for, Kura," Marik said. A sharp glare from Bakura shut him up. "But a backache is easily remedied. C'mere." Before the spirit could protest, Marik scooped him/her up and deposited her on the bed, manuvering so that he was leaning over Bakura on his hands and knees.
"Roll over onto your stomach," he said. Bakura glared at him.
"You have got to be kidding me."
"Fine, if you don't want a backrub, then. I could massage your front if you wanted me to..."
Glaring, Bakura rolled over so he was lying on his stomach, cringing at the way his boobs smushed between the mattress and his body. Marik smirked.
"I figured you'd see my way eventually, Kura."
"Don't try anything funny, Ishtar. I've still got my pocketknife inside my sock, remember."
"Perish the thought, pet. I just thought that since you seem so uncomfortable like this, I'd do a little something to help you feel better. Since there's not much I can do to help you change back, I mean."
Marik lowered his hands onto the spirit's back. Bakura tensed slightly at first, but after a few moments decided Marik's actions were innocent enough and relaxed slightly. Marik smiled.
"That's right, just relax," he murmured, gently massaging the area between Bakura's shoulder blades. Bakura closed his eyes. He hated to admit it, but it did feel awfully good. He could feel himself relaxing under Marik's touch, almost forgetting the horror of the day.
Marik leaned forward and nuzzled his face into Bakura's hair, which was basically the same since his change, although it was less fluffy and more silky. He nipped Bakura's ear teasingly, bringing the spirit back to the real world.
"I'm not too bad with my hands, huh, Kura?" he asked, nuzzling Bakura's neck. Bakura growled, but didn't move. Marik dared to let his hands wander just a little lower, brushing the hem of Bakura's shirt. He casually slipped one hand up the blue and white-striped t-shirt, running his hand over Bakura's skin. He felt Bakura's muscles tense up under his touch, but he continued to talk, sliding his other hand up the shirt as well. "You know, if you'd let me, I could-"
Before Marik could finish his sentence, before he could even think, he was suddenly on his back on the mattress, Bakura leaning over him with fury gleaming in his/her eyes. Marik gulped. Maybe he shouldn't have pushed his luck so far. Maybe he should've just left Bakura alone. Maybe he should've called his sister, even though she was asleep. Bakura glared at him for a full five minutes before finally speaking.
"You're lucky I love you, otherwise you'd be dead." Marik blinked and Bakura smirked. Marik glanced down, noticing for the first time that Bakura was straddling him in a way similar to the position they had been in when he was massaging Bakura's back. Looking back up, he placed one hand behind Bakura's head and propelled the spirit forward until their lips met. After a few seconds, Bakura pulled away.
"I'm not going to sleep with you, Ishtar. Not until I'm back to normal."
"Why not?" Bakura smirked and leaned down, kissing Marik again as his breasts were smushed between their bodies.
"Because," Bakura said. "If we did fuck, there's a pretty good chance that I would wind up in this body for another nine months or so. And I would make your life a living hell if you made me carry your spawn around because you were stupid enough to fuck me in a woman's body."
"...So, no touching, then?" Marik asked, gesturing to Bakura's chest.
Rolling his/her eyes, Bakura rolled off of Marik and pushed him off the bed.
"Go sleep on the couch, you idiot."
"Love you too, you bitch."
Well, I hope you all enjoyed this. Since I have decided that this summer I would like to get into a habit of updating every week or so, I have decided to start taking some oneshot requests! I would prefer Thiefshipping, since they could be added to this collection, but I will accept requests for other pairings if requested. If anyone would like to request a oneshot, please leave one in a review or send me a message! (I will need more details than just "write a story about these two characters," however.)
R&R, please!