-Thanks for all of the Follows, guys! Now here's what you've been waiting for, the third installment! :3

The next morning was quite awkward for Marik, as he stood next to Bakura in the kitchen. He grew nervous and quickly finished making his bowl of cereal before he walked quickly to the couch in the living room. He slowly munched on his Captain Crunch, watching Saturday morning cartoons. His child-like nature and soul still loved the classics. Bakura came up to the side of him and put his hand on his shoulder. Marik squeaked.

"Ah! I'm sorry Bakura, I'm sorry I walked in on you AGAIN when you were jerking off! I'm SORRY!" He cried, almost acting as if Bakura was threatening to punch him.

"It's okay Marik, I-.."

"It's not my fault you're just ALWAYS jerking off!" He continued.

"Well maybe I wouldn't if you weren't so damn sexy!" Bakura shot back.

"What did you just say?" Marik asked, stunned.

"That's right, you heard me… I admit it… You're fucking sexy.. Thus, naturally, I get off thinking of you.." He explained. Marik blinked.

"Are you on your period, Fluffy?" He asked, still confused by what he was saying.

"Wh-what? No, why the bloody hell would I-.."

"Because you've been acting so strange these past couple of days! You're probably just on your period," Marik said. Suddenly Bakura, feeling a bit agitated, grabbed his shoulders.

"Marik, I LOVE YOU! Why won't you understand?" He cried, actually starting to feel a tear form in one of his eyes. This was strange. Bakura NEVER cried… Ever.

"A-are.. Are y-you crying?" Marik gasped, looking up at him. Bakura, startled by him noticing, angrily wiped his tear away from his face.

"No…" He choked and sat down next to him on the couch. Suddenly, Bakura had an ingenious plan to get Marik to fall for him quicker. He grinned wildly. Marik noticed this insane grin and grew a little worried.

"K-Kura?" He sputtered.

"Alright, Marik… Since you don't want to admit your love for me, I'll force it out of you…" Bakura explained, his thoughts running wild with possibilities.

"Wh-what's that?"

"We're going to play a little game… I'm going to switch out of this body and leave you here alone with Ryou. We'll see how much you miss me when I'm gone!" He broke up into intense laughter.

"N-no, Bakura, no! I-I can't stand your host! He's so… Kawaii!" Marik pleaded, begging him.

"Too late! Good bye, Marik, I'll see you later! At exactly midnight, I'll switch back. Have fun without me ALL DAY..!" Bakura laughed as his voice faded away into nothing.

"BAKURA! COME BAACK!" Marik cried, then realized it wasn't Bakura anymore. Now his host, Ryou, sat on the couch, looking dazed and confused about what was going. It had been, after all, a very long time since he had control over his body again.

"Wh-where am I? Oi, I know you! You're that one fellow my bad self is always hanging around with! Good morning!" Ryou beamed at him. Marik already wanted to rip his hair out of his head. He was annoyed with him already.

"The name's Marik…" He groaned, for it was too early in the morning for him to be dealing with this.

"Oh okay! Hello Marik!" Ryou said happily.

"Yes… Hello…"

"Do you want to play a game?"

"Please no…"

"Okay then… So what do you want to do then?"

"NOT talk.." Marik said, already realizing he was missing Bakura like crazy. He never knew he could not even go ten minutes without him.

"O-okay.." Ryou shrugged and went along with it. Marik got up, unable to take his presence any longer and started to walk towards the hall.

"I'm going to take a shower," he announced and disappeared into the dark hall. Ryou just watched him go with those huge, innocent, sparkling eyes that made Marik shiver. Marik went into the bathroom and took off his clothes, turning on the hot shower water. He groaned and looked at himself in the mirror.

"I can't stand that kid.." He told himself, like he was having a conversation with his reflection.

"He constantly is so needy,"

"I know right? It's unbearable.."

"Maybe we should kill him.."

"What? No, are you insane? That would kill Bakura's body then! He wouldn't have a body to use!"

"Well, it was just a suggestion.." Marik continued his split personality conversation. He sighed and got into the shower, pulling the curtain closed. As he washed himself he started to become extremely stressed over the fact he was missing Bakura so much. With him gone like this, out of this world and in another, he felt so abandoned and alone. He started to freak out, and as he turned off the water and got out of the shower, he felt a sharp pang of pain in his head.

"N-no! G-go away!" He cursed himself, and shook his head. The pain eased, and he sighed in relief. He dried himself off with a towel and changed into his normal outfit. As he walked back into the living room, he realized Ryou was gone. He sighed again, glad he wasn't there and made his way for the couch. All of a sudden, Ryou jumped out from behind the wall and grabbed onto Marik.

"Surprise!" He cheered in an extremely chipper voice. Marik growled.

"Please get off.." He muttered.

"Nope!" Ryou grinned.

"…I'm warning you…" Marik grumbled, another wave of excruciating pain shooting up his spine and into his head.

"Agh!" He clutched his head and doubled over, before falling onto the floor.

"Mariku, are you okay?" Ryou asked, bending down over him. Pulses of pain rocked through his head, like a horrible migraine. It was his Yami form trying to tap into his mind and take over.

"D-don't call me th-that!" He growled.

"I'm sorry! Here.." Ryou apologized, ran into the kitchen and fetched some ice from the freezer. He put the ice on Marik's forehead and rubbed it around slowly. Marik's eyes shot open.

"You're burning up… Are you getting sick?" Ryou asked, continuing to rub the ice on him. Marik groaned, the cold dripping cubes soothing him greatly. He closed his eyes.

"Feeling better?" Ryou smiled. Marik nodded slowly.

"I… think I need to go lay down and take a nap.." He said softly and got up off the floor, feeling back to himself again. He ventured into his room where he plopped down onto his bed and stared up at the ceiling. He thought about just how annoying Ryou was, always loud and happy. Then a disturbing thought struck his mind like white lightning. Was this how Bakura thought of him? As a constant nuisance? He shook his head, trying to shake the thought out of his mind. Suddenly a low and distant echoing voice spoke.

"Marik… Let me take care of this fool…" Marik jolted upright in bed, sweating. The deep voice seemed to come from the walls.

"No!" He yelled.

"Why not? I can help you… Just let me take over…"

"Never! You make me do horrible things to people I care about!" Marik shouted at the voice.

"So you care about this Ryou person? Come on, we both know you can't stand him… So let me do you a favor and kill him for you… For us…"

"I don't care for him, I care for his innocence!"

"Marik… Please… I'm not a damned fool. I can sense your intense anger and dread around this person.. And I want to help my master get rid of the people who bother him…"

"Go away, Melvin!" Marik ordered angrily.

"Never… Come on… It'll be easy and fast. I'll just take a knife and slit his throat slowly, throwing him onto the ground and watching him bleed out onto the floor and die a horrible and painful death. That sounds like fun!"

"Shut up… Get out of my head, you psychopath!" Marik threatened.

"Or maybe I'll make it messy and stab him repeatedly in the chest! Over and over and over.. His blood spraying out all over my…YOUR body… Ripping out his organs and flinging them onto the wall… Gods I'm getting turned on by this!"

"Melvin! Stop it!" Marik cried, trying with all of his might to make the voice in his head go away.

"I'll gouge out his eyeballs with my Millennium Rod and then maybe even jam the dagger end down his throat.. We'll see how he likes that!" Melvin broke out into a maniacal laughter that sent chills down anyone's spine. Marik was scared beyond doubt, but he was still able to put enough energy into making his horrible dark form get out of his head… For now. He collapsed down onto the bed, shaking uncontrollably.

"Bakura… Bakura… I miss you…" He sobbed, tears streaking down his face. After regaining his senses, Marik left his bedroom and decided to give Ryou another chance. He found him in the kitchen making tea on the stove. He turned around and greeted his 'friend'.

"There you are, Marik! I was beginning to get a little worried about you, you were gone quite a while," Ryou said. Then his face suddenly lit up as if he remembered something. He went to the fridge and brought out a tall cup, handing it to Marik.

"I made you a vanilla milkshake," he said happily. Marik perked up.

"Eh? Milkshake?" He asked, now suddenly excited. He took a sip of the perfectly creamy ice cream mixture and groaned in ecstasy.

"Heh, like it?" Ryou beamed.

"Hell yeah…" Marik said. Maybe this Ryou person wasn't so bad after all. He still despised him, but at least now he was tolerable. After all, he did make him a milkshake. Ryou finished making his tea and brought a hot, steaming cup of it to the table, sitting across from Marik. As he took a drink of his favorite beverage, he noticed something about his friend.

"Is that.. The Millennium Rod?" He asked, nodding towards him. Marik set down his milkshake and reached for the Rod that was on the side of his hip secured by his belt. This was how he usually carried it around.

"Yes! Behold, it's magnificent glory!" He grinned proudly, taking it out from his belt and twirling it around like a baton with one hand.

"May I see it?" Ryou asked. Marik froze. He gripped onto his Rod tightly, not wanting to give it to anyone else… Except maybe Bakura… Maybe. He rolled his eyes.

"Fine, but only for a second," he sighed, painstakingly handing it over to Ryou.

"Cool!" He said, his eyes lit up and sparkling more than usual. Pretending to test it out, Ryou swung out his arm as he held the Rod, pointing it at Marik. Whilst doing so, he knocked over his cup of tea, spilling the hot, steaming liquid onto none other place… than Marik's crotch.

"SON OF A FRIG!" Marik shouted, the burning fluid singeing his sensitive area. The pain made him leap up off of his chair, trembling uncontrollably. He almost fell over, as he was unable to feel his waist, so he grabbed onto the table for support. When he knew was able to walk, he quickly made his way into the bathroom where he ripped off his pants, throwing them onto the floor. He sat down on the edge of the bathtub, allowing his skin to cool and heal itself.

"Friggit, friggit, son of a bitch that friggin hurt!" He cursed, lightly blowing cool air onto his crotch. Now he really missed Bakura. He couldn't get over the fact that he enjoyed his company so much. He started having visions of him, to help him ease his mind. The way he grinned that evil smirk of his when he was up to something, the way his eyes were always narrowed and how he was always looking either pissed off or really horny… Suddenly the images of him jerking off filled his mind, and he felt his member getting rather hard, despite it being burned. He touched his head to help soothe the lingering pain, and as he did so, a jolt of pleasurable fire shot up into his whole body.

"Ahh Bakuraaa… I miss youuu…" He groaned, stroking himself. Suddenly he realized what he had just accidentally done. He was thinking of him as he pleasured himself. More or less, he was envisioning Bakura naked, and he was becoming extremely aroused by this thought. He whimpered, still in denial about his sexuality.

"Not… gaaayyy…" He moaned, jerking himself rather hard as his mind was focused entirely on Bakura… Sexy Bakura. He squeezed his cock harder, imagining Bakura doing the same to himself, stroking in rhythm with his strokes. It didn't take him long to reach his climax. As he reached the edge, he groaned loudly in pure pleasure.

"AHHH BAKURA!" He shouted, not realizing he did so as he arched his back, his muscles tightened, and his cum splashed all over his hand and onto the floor in a rather large amount. He sat there for a long while, enjoying the amazing effects of his orgasm; the warm glow that took over his entire body, the tingling sensations that lingered on his sensitive areas. It was pure bliss. His breaths were still rapid as he grabbed a towel from the cabinet and cleaned up the mess he had made. He got another pair of pants from his room and slipped them on before deciding to head back to the kitchen.

Surprisingly enough, Marik had gotten through the majority of the day with Ryou. Once in a while he would do or say something that would annoy him to no end, but he found that he was tolerable…. Barely. Marik left to get groceries that afternoon (even though they didn't need anything), so that left him with some nice quiet time. That evening, Marik sat on the couch, watching television. He only pretended to be paying attention to the show, instead he was thinking about Bakura. He started to tear up as he remembered how much he missed him. He glanced at the clock on the wall. It was only six o'clock. Six more hours until Bakura came back and gained control of Ryou's body again. It seemed far too long. Every two seconds Marik looked at the clock again, almost as if he was expecting it to become faster. Deciding that he should probably not look at the clock so often, he continued to pretend watching TV. After a while, he was beginning to wonder where Ryou had gone. The boy had been gone a long time. Marik got off the couch and decided to check Bakura's room first.

"Ryou?" He knocked on the door. No answer. He tried the bathroom, but he didn't have any luck there either. As he was heading back into the living room, he noticed that the fridge door was open in the kitchen. Marik walked into the kitchen and found Ryou on the floor in front of the fridge eating a banana and a chocolate pudding cup. Marik froze in his tracks. That was HIS pudding.

"Oh, hello!" Ryou turned around and beamed, jumping up off the floor.

"Wh..Where did you find that pudding?.." Marik growled. He kept it stashed away in Bakura's fridge in the very back, so no one would find it. The Egyptian was very protective of his pudding.

"In the fridge!" Ryou answered, taking another bite of it. Marik's eye twitched as he did so. He pushed Ryou aside and swung open the refrigerator door, bending down to make sure his stash was still there. He almost fell over backwards when he saw that there were no pudding cups left.

"That…was…the last…one…" Marik muttered deeply, a rather painful headache starting to develop.

"Oh… Whoops! I'm terribly sorry," Ryou apologized.

"It's…fine.." Marik took a deep breath, trying to keep himself under control. He was able to calm himself down some, however the pulsing headache still lingered.

"Marik… Let me take over…" The deep distorted voice in his head spoke.

"N-never!" Marik said to himself.

"What's that?" Ryou asked.

"N-nothing!" He answered.

"Go on… Surrender your body…to me…" The voice continued. Marik cried out in pain from his throbbing head. He had been riding on the very edge of changing to his dark side the entire day, ever since Ryou arrived. He had been trying to control it the best he could, but he could feel he was slowly slipping.

"Are you okay?" Ryou said, a worried expression smothered on his face. Marik doubled over and fell onto the floor on his knees, breathing rapidly. Flashes of white flickered in his vision, his sweat was dripping down his face.

"N-no… M-must.. fight-it!" He panted, trying with all of his absolute might to stop his anger from fueling.

"BAKURA!" Marik cried out in pain, wanting him to be there for him. Only problem was, Bakura couldn't hear him. He said his name over and over again, tears rolling down his face as he fought his inner self.

"Bakura? What are you calling him for? He's nothing but trouble, he wouldn't help you.." Ryou said, obviously not aware of just how good of friends they were.

"D-DON'T-S-SAY THAT!" Marik shouted.

"It's true! He's a horrible person.. He does nothing but wrong," Ryou continued. This did it for Marik. This was the last straw. To hear someone, even if it was his host, talk bad about Bakura fueled Marik's anger to dangerous amounts. You could almost say lethal. Marik's eyes shot open, the sparkling bright amethyst now gone; his eyes were dull violet now, pools of hatred and abhorrence. The demon inside of him had taken over.

-Been a little busy lately, but Chapter 4 should be up soon. :)