Evil Partners (with benefits)

Chapter 3

Another week had passed, and somehow Bakura managed to not strangle Marik while he slept. The Egyptian had grown utterly insufferable. And somehow he managed to amass yet another army of Steves. In Egypt. Bakura cursed often at Ryou, insulting him for inspiring the idea to take in Marik like he was a sad hurt puppy. A sad hurt hyperactive annoying pathetic puppy.

A puppy with golden hair and perfectly tan skin, and amazing abs...

Bakura snapped out of his daydream, not wanting to fall asleep to that thought on his mind. Out of all the things Bakura hated most about Marik, he hated how damn attractive he was. Marik was completely oblivious, it seemed. The way he moved, muscles flexing under his skin, the fluid sexiness that put Bakura on edge every time he so much as glanced at Marik.

"Bollocks!" He half whispered, half yelled to the darkness of his room. This happened each night: Bakura would lay down, attempt to sleep, fail miserably, think of how he hated Marik, think of how he was attracted to Marik, and finally fall asleep to the thought of him and Marik being together.

Ryou's voice tonight however, halted this thought process. Bakura, why do you find your thoughts about Marik so bad? If he's so attractive... "The problem is right there," he growled. "You answered it in your own words! 'He!' Marik is a man, and so am I, and while he looks effeminate you know he is probably not gay!"

Ryou was silent for a while before talking again. You know, you could just ask him...

His words made Bakura laugh loudly. "It's not as simple, Ryou! You don't just ask a man if he's gay! It... it's... you just don't! No one bloody does that!"

But you could...

"But I won't!"

He was sitting up now, running his hands through his fluffy white hair. He was angry, furious almost. How he could be attracted to someone who wouldn't even feel the same way?! He rubbed his temples, calming himself. "I won't ask him. I can't."

Bakura laid back down, Ryou completely quiet now. He tried to sleep in the silence, but he couldn't even close his eyes. Sleep was an afterthought for his body. Marik was the forethought.

He shot back up again when he heard his doorknob turn. A sliver of light flooded the room, and the familiar voice called out, "Bakura?"

Bakura groaned and turned on his lamp. "What, Marik?"

"Can I sleep with you? Sleeping alone is boring..."

Bakura looked Marik over, with a look on his like 'Are you serious?' Now that he saw Marik, Ryou whispered, How could you think he's not gay? Look at him! "I am looking," he whispered back, trying to not draw more attention to himself. He cleared his throat and spoke louder. "Fine. But don't be annoy--"

"Hooray!" Before Bakura could protest, Marik tackled him to the bed.

"BLOODY GIT!!" Bakura screeched out from under Marik, trying to shove the shockingly strong boy off of him. He growled and pushed again, making Marik laugh.

"Fine, I'll move, Fluffy." Marik crawled off of Bakura and snuggled down under the blankets. Bakura sighed angrily and laid on top of the covers, not wanting to sleep directly next to the beautiful fool. In an instant, Marik was asleep, and soon enough, Bakura followed him.