No Free Tacos

"Bakooo-raa, why do we have to watch this?" Marik whined.

Bakura huffed. "It's my favorite Christmas movie, Marik."

"You don't even like Christmas!" Marik crossed his arms over his chest.

"True," Bakura agreed. "But I do like Gremlins."

"Why can't we ever watch a comedy?" Marik asked.

"Gremlins is a comedy."

"You know what I mean!" Marik cried.

"You should just be grateful I didn't choose the first Black Christmas remake as my holiday movie," Bakura said.

"The first one?" Marik asked.

"Well, the second remake was good."

"Who frigging cares!" Marik yelled. "I want to watch Family Matters!" Marik gave Bakura a pouty look.

"Marik, I will never be able to fathom why you like those dumb 90s sitcoms."

"Better than the dumb things you like!" Marik retorted.

Bakura narrowed his eyes. "This movie is a bloody classic."

"Classic, smashic," Marik said. "We should watch something funnier. Plus, I'm hungry. I want tacos! You should go get some for us!"

Bakura sighed and picked up the remote, shutting off the movie. He couldn't even enjoy it with Marik's constant complaining. "Why should I be the one who has to go get food?" he asked.

"You know I gave the Steves the week off for the holidays," Marik reminded him.

"So when the Steves aren't available, I have to do their job?"

"Yup!" Marik said cheerfully.

"Ugh," Bakura said, rolling his eyes. "Heat up some leftovers if you're hungry."

"But I want tacos," Marik insisted.

A thought was starting to form in Bakura's mind. He tried to push it away, knowing it was a terrible idea. But he found himself standing up and facing Marik, preparing to blurt it out.

He couldn't believe he was really going to do this. He knew he shouldn't. But he really couldn't stand it anymore. Marik was always just sitting there, with his golden hair and bright eyes and skimpy clothes showing off his toned form. Sometimes Bakura's desire for him was so strong he felt like it would kill him if he weren't already technically dead.

And he realized he'd never exactly asked before. His sexual innuendos always seemed to fly right over Marik's dim blond head.

And really, the worst thing Marik could say was no. And if he was offended by the question—well, that was his own fault really, for doing things like talking about his yaoi comics and admitting to looking at sexy Thiefshipping fanart and saving it in a folder. Bakura really couldn't be blamed for thinking Marik was obviously gay and that he might have a chance with him.

He reminded himself again that the worst thing Marik could say was no.

"Okay, I'll go get us some tacos and then we can watch Family Matters..."

"Yes!" Marik cried.

"I wasn't finished!" Bakura put his hands on his hips. "I'll get the tacos and we can watch your stupid show...if you give me something in return."

"What do you want?" asked Marik. "Is it a Michael J Fox Bobblehead? Because I'm not sure if I can find one so close to the holiday..."

"No, Marik, it's not any kind of Bobblehead at all," Bakura said with a sigh.