MOAR THIEFSHIPPING YAY! \(^7^)/

This chapter...needed work. Took me a while to fix it up cuz it was awkward in one or two places but hopefully it's PERFECT now!

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, YGOTAS, Hetalia, the fanfiction site, Bakura's hair, the British language, Slenderman (the game or the abridged version), Hetalia, or any of the character/trademarks in those.

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"How convienent," Bakura muttered. "Now I don't have to deal with him for the rest of the day."

"What about Melvin?"

Bakura's eyes widened, then they closed and he groaned. "Ugh. Him. I'd almost forgotten about him. What are we going to do about him?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?! He's your yami. You should have some idea."

"Well I don't. I haven't had to deal with this before. You have. With Ryou."

"Yes but we had help from A—"

"Oh! Right! We had Aquailita here with us..."

"I swear, if we have to call Aquailita into this fanfic to do something for us I will personally send her self-insert and the real-life Aquailita to the Shadow Realm."

"Is that even possible? You'll have to shatter and cross the Fourth Wall."

"It probably isn't. But I'm Yami freaking Florence Bakura, so I'll find a way."

Marik rolled his eyes. "Sure you will, Fluffy. Now..." Marik turned around and pushed Bakura onto the bed.

The Brit was caught totally off guard. "M-Marik? What are you...?"

Marik moved close and leaned over him, keeping his body only mere millimeters away from any sort of contact with Bakura's body. Bakura's breathing picked up a little speed from excitement, but he kept his face neutral (just to humor Marik). "I feel a little...erm..." Marik began. "I don't know, neglected?, these past few chapters. Make out with me some more. Now. You owe me."

"I'll be more than happy to oblige," Bakura whispered. In an instant, the facade dropped, a smirk crept onto his face, and he rolled Marik off of him and rolled on top of Marik. He put all of his weight on the Egyptian's body. "You're absolutely right. I do owe you, don't I?"

Marik nodded.

"I really like how demanding you were just then."

Marik winked. "I know. I know exactly what to say to get you to—" Marik didn't finish his sentence because just then, Bakura's lips met his. A second or two later, their tongues met as well.

One of Bakura's hands went to Marik's waist while the other one slipped under Marik's shirt.

Both of Marik's hands went to Bakura's head and he ran his fingers through Bakura's fluffy and soft white hair because his hands couldn't think of anything else to do. Of course, remembering the mistake he made in Flattening Down the Bunny Ears, he kept his hands far away from Bakura's bat wings.

They kept this up for another minute or two before deciding to end it.

They just laid down sideways on Bakura's bed, on their backs, looking at each other and holding hands.

"Oh my Ra," Bakura said. "How are you just so sexy? Seriously Marik, you're so sexy you might as well be the fifth Egyptian God*."

Marik giggled at that. "Oh, Bakura stop. You're making me blush! Ha! Hey! I just realized that you stole my idea! I was planning on saying that to you at—"

"Good thing. Don't. I don't want to be compared to the Egyptian Gods because are assholes who have screwed me over one too many times and deserve to be sent to the Shadow Realm."

Marik frowned slightly. "Then how is calling me one a compliment?"

"Because you'd make a better one than them (and no offense but I would make a better one than any of you), you're my asshole, and as long as I'm the one sending you to the Shadow Realm, it'll be special. Also I called you sexy. So shut the bugger up and take a compliment."

Marik smiled again.

Bakura sat up and shifted closer to Marik. He pulled Marik into a sitting position, tilted Marik's head down, and kissed his forehead gently.

"A little OOC, are we?" Marik asked.

Bakura shook his head. "No. I'm making up for the lack of thiefshipping thus far in the fanfic and trying to tip the balance with the amount of deathshipping there has been. Now..." Bakura stood up and pointed to the door. "Let's go make sure that Melvin hasn't destroyed anything and Ryou hasn't been raped yet."

Marik nodded and stood up as well. He walked to the door first. Bakura followed him. Marik opened the door and he and Bakura walked across the hall to Marik's room.

*The fourth is Lady Gaga.

And NOW we go to Ryou and Melvin.

Deathshipping? Maybe not...

See you next chapter!

BYEEEEEEEEEEEE~!