Marik snuck up behind Bakura, hooked his arm around Bakura's shoulders, and snapped a photo of them.
"What the hell, Marik?"
"Ishizu wants photos."
"Too bad. I don't like pictures."
"Too bad. She used the big sister voice. I have no choice but to provide her with a few pictures."
Bakura rolled his eyes. "Okay, but only if—"
"If you say ten blow jobs I will scream."
Bakura smirked. "Eleven blow jobs."
"Dammit, Bakura."
Bakura laughed. "Actually, I was going to say that I'd take some pictures with you to give to your sister, as long as you didn't mind taking some with me for my own collection."
"Oh." Marik grinned as he thought of the kinds of pictures Bakura would want to keep of the two of them. "I think we can arrange that."
***I'm so tired. People with social anxiety shouldn't have to host baby showers.***