Disclaimer: Parody means I take a pair o' dese shows and mash them together to make you laugh. If I owned them, I would have used the original show to make you laugh.

A/N: And now you will understand the power of boredom on the American child.

Bakura sat scowling at his computer screen as he did every day after a strenuous hour of playing a children's card game. He was painfully aware that Marik had come home when his eardrums were assaulted by the most horrible attempt at singing since Justin Bieber came out with "Baby". In fact, he hoped he never had to hear a Justin Bieber song again.

"Hey, Bakura!" Marik chimed as he slung himself over the Brit's shoulder. "What's that you're doing?"

"I'm trying to buy knives off eBay, but the stupid age limit laws in this country are messing up my purchases. I don't know why it's so important that I be a legal adult." Bakura clicked the mouse furiously, then slammed his fist on the keyboard.

"You know what you need?" Marik began.

"Knives. Lots and lots of knives."

"Don't be ridiculous, Fluffy. Knives won't calm you down. What you need is some music. Go to YouTube."

"I'd rather not," Bakura protested, exiting the browser. He began to shut down the computer, but Marik caught his hand, restrained him. "Marik, you really don't want to screw with me right now."

"You think you're so tough, but I could flip you like the harmless kitten you resemble so much."

"Marik," he growled.

Marik pushed him out of the chair and onto the floor, taking his seat at the computer. He pulled up YouTube, searched for his song, and clicked on the video he desired. He turned to Bakura who was glowering at him. "Fluffy, I know you hate it when I sing, but I got some help from my sister on this one."

Bakura frowned. "What do you mean?"

Marik pulled him off the floor and sat him down in the chair. He clicked play, and "Boyfriend" by Justin Bieber burst from the speakers.

"Sodding bloody ballocks," Bakura groaned.

"Bakura!"

"What? Most of the viewers are Americans, anyway."

"Shut up and listen. I worked hard on this."

On screen, Marik's voice began his song parody:

"If I was your boyfriend, I'd play card games with you;
I might summon a god card, but I would have to lose.
Then I'd throw my cards down and leave without my shoes.
But I would come back and play because you are who I choose.
Ba-ku-ra, yes you.
We'd sit in a tomb and eat tacos all night long,
And plot world domination while writing lame songs.
It would be fun because we know we belong.

I'd like to trade every card you want,
Bakura, I'm gay for you.

If I was your boyfriend, play card games with you.
I'd give you my Rod, boo, and my other rod too.
I can beat Yugi Moto, anyone you want.
If I was your boyfriend, I'd play card games with you, I'd play love games with you."

Bakura paused the video. "Hey, it wasn't over yet," Marik protested, "There's still a good two minutes left."

"I don't care about the bloody song," Bakura said, standing up and knocking his chair over. He pressed his lips against Marik's lips. And then they sucked face.

A/N: Kissing scene compliments of my boyfriend.