This chapter is a little longer than usual. Not by much, but more so than the past few chapters have been.

And guess what...

...

yep!

THIEFSHIPPING!

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

R&R

ENJOY~!

A few moments after Bakura knocked on the door, Ryou opened it just enough to stick his head out. "What do you want?" Ryou asked; sounding a bit irritated.

"I want to ask—"

"Is it about Melvin touching my hair a few moment ago?" Ryou asked him.

"Yes," Bakura replied.

Ryou frowned and stuck his head back inside his room. "Well don't worry about it," he said. "I'm fine and you don't have to worry about it. I just want to be left alone." Ryou started to close the door more, but Bakura put his foot in the doorway to stop him.

"Don't use that tone with me," Bakura chastised. "Now I want to know, what are you doing?"

Ryou rolled his eyes. "Writing," he replied.

"Writing what?" Bakura asked.

"A letter," Ryou replied, frown deepening.

"A letter to whom?"

Ryou looked away. "A person."

"Ryou."

"What?!"

"WHO?"

Ryou sighed and glared at Bakura. "To Amane. Now go away."

Bakura's eyes widened and he nodded understandingly. "I see. Well you didn't have to waste my time with dancing around the question."

"Is that because you're not a very good dancer?"

"I'm better than you, so shut up. And no, it's because I have better things to do than play guessing games with you."

Bakura removed his foot from the doorway and walked down the hall.

Ryou closed the door immediately once he had walked away.

Bakura knocked on Marik's door.

He was answered with silence.

"Marik?!" Bakura called out. "Let me in?"

Marik opened his door slightly, also only peeking out a little bit.

"Oh now you wanna talk?" Marik asked, that slightly hurt look still in his eyes.

"I'll make it up to you."

Marik opened the door a little more. He leaned on the door frame with one hand and put the other hand on his hip. "Oh yeah? How so? And that was fast. What were you talking to him about?"

"I didn't," Bakura replied. "I didn't get a chance to."

"Why not?"

"Because he's writing letters to his dead sister and if I bother him while doing it he goes into such an uncontrollable state of British Rage that even I can't stop him."

Marik's eyes widened and the hurt temporarily left his eyes. "Whoa. That's crazy. He really cares a lot about her, huh?"

Bakura rolled his eyes, whatever he loves her to death no pun intended. Now let me in please?"

Marik frowned again. "Why should I?"

Bakura smirked and winked at him. "Ryou will probably stay to himself for the rest of the day, and it'll stay like that until tomorrow morning."

Marik's frown slowly transformed into a grin. "And?" Marik asked as he slowly pushed the door open with his foot.

"Let me in?"

Marik moved aside.

Bakura entered the room.

"What's in the box that you're trying to hide?" Bakura asked, pointing to the closed cardboard box that Marik was standing directly in front of.

"What box? I'm not trying to hide a box. Steve isn't here."

Bakura rolled his eyes, pushed Marik aside, and knelt down to open the box.

He was met by an overload of bright fruity yellow.

Bakura raised an eyebrow and looked up at Marik. "Why do still have these?" he asked.

Marik just shrugged.

Bakura looked back and forth between the box of lemons and Marik. He picked one up and examined it. "How the bloody hell did these stay fresh for a week?"

Marik shrugged again and replied, "Fanfiction convenience?"

Bakura dropped the lemon back in the box. "Seems legit."

He stared at the box for a few moments. Then his eyes suddenly lit up, as it he'd just got a totally awesome idea!

Then for no apparent reason, he picked up the box, walked over to Marik's bed, and dumped the entire box of lemons on it.

"Bakura, what the frig are you doing?!" Marik exclaimed as he ran over to the bed and held his arms out at the mess of yellow citrus fruits all over it. Somehow, the lemons hadn't spilled over the edge onto the floor.

Bakura tossed the box aside, then pushed Marik on the bed.

Marik quickly turned around to ask what the frig Bakura was doing now. But before he could ask, Bakura was on top of him and they were making out.

Marik tried to push Bakura away and ask him WHAT THE FRIG WAS GOING ON!, but all he ended up doing was pushing himself higher on the bed and moaning into Bakura's mouth.

Bakura followed him up and eventually both of them were completely on the bed, surrounded by lemons and Marik even lying on top of some of them.

Bakura eventually ended the kiss to let Marik talk.l

"Bakura what the frig why all of a sudden...?" Marik said.

Bakura winked. "I told you I'd make up for it, didn't I?"

Marik's face lit up. "Won't this be extremely uncomfortable?" he asked.

"Trust me," Bakura said, "we're about to get way too comfortable to even notice them."

"Whoa wait wut."

"I hope you like citrus, Marik. Because there's about to be a lemon on top of lemons."

Marik's eyes widened. "Whoa that's thiefshipping on top of thiefshipping. That's like friggin thiefception or something! 'We must go deeper'!" he quoted. Then he blushed. "Oh wait I didn't mean to say..."

"Too late," Bakura said just before forcing Marik's lips open with his own lips.

Of course, Marik let it happen because thiefshipping. Their tongues started hugging and stuff. Because thiefshipping.

It was also thiefshipping that caused Marik's arms to wrap around Bakura and hug Bakura tightly. So then that means that it was also intentionally thiefshipping that one of Bakura's hands slipped under Marik's top and slowly slid the side of it up.

But then...

Was it intentionally thiefshipping or simply chance that Marik's hands found their way to the top of Bakura's head and 'accidentally' tugged on his batwings.

Bakura moaned loudly and pressed down on Marik harder.

Marik let go and moved his hands away from that sensitive spot in Bakura's head.

Bakura abruptly ended the kiss to stare at Marik lustfully with a blush on his face.

"Ok now you're just practically begging for it."

"Oh trust me, Fluffy," Marik said with a smirk, "you're going to be the one begging."

Marik suddenly pushed Bakura off of him and the rolled in top of him.

"I am so glad Ryou's room is soundproofed," Marik said.

"I agree," Bakura said.

Both of them reached for a part of the other's clothing with both hands while still kissing. Marik grabbed the hem of Bakura's shirt and started sliding it up. Bakura's hands clutched at the waist of Marik's pants.

And from there...

Well this is rated T, not M. You're going to have to use your imagination.

But I will say this: it was only by the time they were almost completely naked that they finally remembered to close off their mind links, just to be safe.

The next chapter is sort of a new "part" of this fanfic.

I'll give you a few hints: cards, Shadow Games, fangirldom.

;)

See you next chapter!

BYEEEEEEEEEEEE~!