POV)

It was early morning and I was awakened by my painfully load alarm. 7:00 o'clock already? I groaned noisily and stretched my arms. Jeeeez, I'm tired. I frowned; it was Monday, my least favourite day of school. I climbed slowly out of bed and walked out of my room. When I got to Bakura's room's door, I knocked gently. "Bakura, wake up," I said softly. When no reply came, I began to knock harder. "BAKURA, WAKE UP!" I shouted.

"OKAY! I'm bloody up!" came his reply. I smirked and then headed towards the bathroom for a nice, warm shower. I quickly took off the boxers and vest that I slept in and got into the shower.

(Bakura's POV)

I stretched in bed, still feeling tired. I glanced at my clock. Marik's up and in the shower by 7:10? That's a first. I rolled out of bed. I don't need a shower this morning, I'll have one before I go on my date with Anzu. I got dressed slowly, yawning a lot in the process. I headed downstairs to make my breakfast. I shoved bacon and sausages onto the grill and heated up some baked beans in the microwave. As I waited for them to cook, I decided I might as well cook Marik some breakfast too. Hmmm… He's vegetarian. What should I cook him? OH, I know! Occasionally turning over the food which was grilling, I began to make Marik an omelette. When both the breakfasts were finished, I put them on plates which I placed onto the table and then proceeded upstairs to get the Egyptian.

(Marik's POV)

I got out of the shower and after three seconds away from the lovely, warm water, my teeth were chattering and I had Goosebumps on my arms. I dried off quickly, picked up my boxers and vest ensemble and wrapped a towel around my waist. I opened the bathroom door and after three steps, I had bumped into my white haired roommate and dropped my clothes onto the floor. After a moment of both of us being surprised, I noticed Bakura was no longer looking at my face.

(Bakura's POV)

I immediately noticed Marik's abs. Without his slutty purple shirt-thing, he's surprisingly muscle-y... I raised my eyebrow at him and jokily said, "been working out, Ishtar?"

"Oh, shut up, Fluffy."

"So, is this what you're hiding when you get dressed for PE in the toilet? Are you embarrassed about being strong? Trying to hide the manliest thing about you? Everyone was sort of expecting you to be hiding some sort of third nipple or something. We also assumed it was genetic, Melvin does the same thing."

"No. You wouldn't understand," Marik replied as he gathered up his clothes and walked backwards to his room, still facing me. I had a sudden realisation.

"Marik, turn around," I ordered, eyes shining with curiosity. He shook his head slowly and tried to meet my eyes with a stern look but seemed to be unable to. What's he hiding?

"Marik…" I said, walking forwards. With every step I took, he stepped back. Soon, he had reached his bedroom door.

"It's none of your business," he mumbled, went into his room and slammed the door. I have to find out.

(Marik's POV)

I leaned against the door and let out a sigh. That was close, he almost found out. I quickly grabbed my purple, midriff-showing shirt and as I was putting it on I caught sight of the deep scars on my back. I shuddered as the pain came back just at the sight of them. Don't think about it, Marik, it always makes you emotional.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"WHAT?" I yelled at my door.

"Marik, I, uh, made you an omelette for breakfast…" Bakura replied.

"Oh, thanks," I said as I put on the rest of my clothes and my jewellery. I bent down to look in the mirror. Almost forgot my Kohl marks… I grabbed my Kohl and began putting it on carefully in front of my mirror.

"Why do you take so long to get ready?" came a gruff British voice. I sighed as I finished putting on my Kohl and then smiled approvingly at my reflection.

(Bakura's POV)

Marik came out of his bedroom in his normal clothes and then we both went to the kitchen. We ate in silence.

"So, how was your omelette?" I said when Marik finished.

"It was very nice, thank you, Fluffy," he replied, smiling.

"That's good," I said as I picked up our plates and put them by the sink. Marik can wash up after school.

We were silent again.

"So, Marik," I said seriously, "what in the name of buggery are you hiding from me? What is on your back?"

Marik looked at me, nervously and then replied, "nothing."

I sighed. "Look Marik, it's clearly something, otherwise you wouldn't be hiding it."

"It's none of your business. You would never understand," he muttered gravely.

"Marik…" I said, looking him dead in the eye.

"OH! Look! It's time to go," he said simply, looking relieved. He quickly headed out of the door. Don't worry, Marik, I will find out soon. I followed him outside and saw that he was sitting on his motorbike, proudly and extremely cheerfully. Bugger. Bugger. Bugger. Bugger… I forgot that I said we'd ride that death machine to school. I stood still, eyes wide. Marik glanced at me and raised an eyebrow.

"Come on, Fluffy! Why are you taking so long?" He asked, and then he stole my signature smirk, "are you too scared? Come on, I'll even let you wear the helmet…"

I clenched my teeth. Me? Scared? I walked over, glaring at him and then, I smirked back.

"Are you too scared to show me what's on your back?"

"Don't talk about that. Now get on the friggin' back of the friggin' bike or we're going to be late. Again."

"It's normally your fault, Marik…"

"SHUT UP AND GET ON THE BIKE!"

He gave the helmet to me and I put it on. I climbed onto the bike and reluctantly wrapped my arms around Marik's waist. The closeness was annoyingly comfortable. Why do I feel like I like this?

"Now, Marik, I completely hate the idea of riding on the back like this as if I'm your bitch but since the car's all messed up and I can't drive this thing I have decided that it is acceptable fo-"

Then the bike started. It was too fast so I immediately yet unintentionally clinged to Marik. I felt his muscles tighten at the closeness and he accidentally swerved the bike slightly, making me hold him tighter. He's uncomfortable… I'm putting him off his driving. I could use this to my advantage… when we're not moving…

"Bakura," Marik shouted, "I need to stop for petrol…"

"Okay!" I shouted back, grinning. Perfect.

(Marik's POV)

As I stopped, I suddenly felt Bakura's hand move from my waist to the top of my thigh. My eyes widened. What the frig is he doing? His hand began to stroke my leg. I shuddered in pleasure.

"Bakura, whatever you're trying to do, stop it."

"No," he whispered playfully into my ear, his breath was hot, and then he licked slowly and seductively behind my ear. I held in a moan. He came closer and I felt his hand move my hair away. He began to kiss my neck. Come on, Marik, you can't enjoy this. He's not doing it because he likes you back; he's doing it to make you admit you're gay… Well, only gay for him. OTHER THAN THAT, MARIK ISHTAR IS ONE HUNDRED PERCENT STRAIGHT!

"Bakura, stop now," I muttered as I turned around and pushed him off of my bike. He landed on his butt.

"Aww, Marik. That hurt. Want to kiss it better?" He said, laughing. I ignored him, grabbed a nozzle and began filling up the petrol tank. I walked quickly to the shop and paid for the petrol. I climbed back onto the bike and looked at Bakura. He got on as well and again wrapped his arms around my waist. I started the bike and tried to ignore the closeness between us. He moved closer as I sped up, his crotch rubbed against my ass. I felt myself go slightly hard. Frig, Bakura. Thankfully, we soon arrived at school.

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-Dani. :)