Weekend at Bakura's and Marik's

Author’s Note: This is a collaborative story by jadelioness and nikki7716.

Part 1: Dinner and a Movie

“Where the hell is he?” Bakura grunted looking at the clock with utter contempt.

“How the hell am I supposed to know?” Marik stated lounging on the couch.

A loud knock at the door interrupted their thoughts. Bakura stomping to the door and throwing it open.

Pegasus flipped his hair back as Bakura opened the door and sauntered into the room, a chauffer dragging several bags behind him.

Marik glanced up at him from the couch, “It’s about bloody time! You said you got off work at four. It’s nine o’clock now!”

“Well I had to go home and pack!” Pegasus exclaimed.

“And that takes three hours?” Bakura muttered under his breath.

Pegasus stomped his foot with a pout. Glaring at the two annoyed yamis.

“Well, I’m here now aren’t I? And I. Am. Famished!” Pegasus whined.

Marik rolled his eyes. Jumping up off the couch to grab the countless bags that were slowly piling up at their door.

“Jeez, Peg, how long are you staying?”

Pegasus ignored his comment, looking in the mirror to marvel at his reflection. He wore plain jeans and a black band t-shirt. A sight that Bakura and Marik still weren’t used to. Not to mention the heavy jewelry adorning his chest.

Pegasus seemed distracted by his reflection, as he turned to inspect himself from all different angles and fingering at one of the many chains around his neck. Marik and Bakura glanced at each other.

“You’re hungry you say?” Bakura asked. Pegasus, realizing there were other people in the room glanced at Bakura.

“Yes,” he said almost giddily, “famished!”

“Well, you see,” Marik started, “all the dining halls closed at 8:30.”

“And we thought you would be here before then,” Bakura added.

“So we were kind of hoping…” Marik continued.

“We want you to buy us some bloody food,” Bakura finished.

“And what do I get out of it?” Pegasus grinned.

Marik gave a look of utter disgust, eyeing Bakura whose face was equally revolted.

“Please, Pegasus. Just…don’t. We’ve gone over this, save it for Kaiba. Isn’t he enough?”

“Oh, Marik. Always the kidder.” Pegasus chuckled as he seductively massaged a nipple through his shirt.

Bakura and Marik stared in shock.

“Um…okay. Let’s go already.” Bakura growled leaving the dorm room.

Bakura and Marik were living in a dorm. College. They were bored. Now that the “King of Games” was gone, there was no one left to torture. So they had decided that school was the perfect way to entertain themselves, and with the endless amounts of alcohol and resources. Well…let’s just say the police department is currently investigating the whereabouts of some dangerous chemicals that are missing from the science department.

Of course, they had both immediately been drawn to history. Bakura to torture devices in history and Marik to Ancient Egypt. He figured it would be an easy ‘A’. Marik had also developed a theatrical flair enjoying the drama and the things he could get away with while Bakura picked up about a 100 minors since he tended to get bored with things quickly.

They both had kept themselves pretty occupied for awhile, but since they were steadily being banned from almost everything on campus, they began looking for outside entertainment. Unfortunately, neither of them had any money. Bakura volunteered to steal some, but Marik had a better idea.

Pegasus, bored after the battle, had started pestering them; sending them e-mails, calling, and constantly starting dull instant message conversations that Bakura usually ignored.

Marik suggested they “become friendly” with Pegasus and make him pay for everything their evil hearts desired. He was rich after all, and bored, so the two yamis seized the idea and promptly invited Pegasus for a visit, which turned into several visits as Pegasus latched on to the yamis’ friendship.

“Well,” Pegasus replied saucily, “I suppose I could take you somewhere, where do you want-”

“Mexican,” Marik cut in. “We want Mexican.”

Bakura nodded. “There’s a restaurant in the village,” he said, picking up a jacket and tossing one to Marik. “Let’s go.” The yamis headed out the door, leaving a slightly confused Pegasus to grab his man purse, covered in band pins to match his shirt, and follow after them.

The three were the only ones in the restaurant. Well…that is after Bakura and Marik scared off the other customers. Bakura and Marik taking advantage of Pegasus’ hospitality by ordering just about everything on the menu and devouring it. Pegasus, meanwhile, delicately ate his food, compulsively wiping his hands after every bite.

“So, Peggy-boy, whachoo gonna get us?” Bakura attempted to say—his mouth full of food.

Marik hadn’t even bothered starting a conversation as he piled food into his mouth relentlessly. Pegasus looking on in disdain.

“How about a movie? I hear there is a delightful tale of a bumblebee!” he squealed.

Marik looked up in mid-bite, then looked to Bakura who’s eyes were narrowed in malice at the atrocious comment.

“NO.” They exclaimed in unison.

“Oh, fiddlesticks!” Pegasus pouted.

“Let’s go see a movie with guns…” Marik started.

“And drugs.” Bakura continued.

“And death.” They said in unison, grinning.

"Hmm...Well, there is that vampire movie," Pegasus said thinking. Both yamis perked up at that.

"Vampires?" Bakura asked as he attacked the guacamole.

"Oh yes, in Alaska!" Pegasus said enthusiastically. "And that lovely Josh Hartnett..."

Marik shot Bakura a look and arched an eyebrow. Bakura just shook his head.

"What else?" Marik asked.

"Umm...there's that one about gangsters, but I-" Pegasus began.

"Perfect!" Bakura interrupted. Marik and Bakura quickly devoured the last remaining morsels of food and then bounded off to the car, as Pegasus paid and apologized to the frightened waitress behind the counter.

When Pegasus arrived in the parking lot, he was quite embarrassed to hear very loud, very obscene music blaring from his car in which Bakura and Marik had rolled down all the windows and were belting the lyrics into the otherwise quiet night. A group of frightened looking teenagers huddled on the steps outside a bar and shot the car nervous glances.

Pegasus opened the car door to find Marik sitting in the driver's seat. "Can I drive?" Marik asked hopefully.

"No," Pegasus responded, looking horrified and clutching his man purse to his chest as he pushed the button to turn off the blaring radio.

"Please?" Marik asked, pouting.

"Well...." Pegasus said, a sinister smirk appearing on his face. "I suppose, in exchange for certain services, I could allow you to-"

"Nevermind," Marik said, looking disgusted.

"Ohh, you are just no fun now are you?" Pegasus purred as he twisted his silver hair between his fingers playfully.

Marik jumped out of the driver's seat and tried to shove Bakura from the passenger's seat. "I get shotgun," he announced.

"Like hell!" Bakura retorted, shoving him back. This led to more shoving as the two squabbled over the seat and Pegasus, perched in the driver's seat, watched with glazed eyes.

Several minutes later, Bakura was sulking in the back seat as they sped towards the movie theater.

"Can we have some music?" Marik inquired, gloating over his victory.

"Of course!" Pegasus said shrilly and pushed in a CD. The sounds of the Spice Girls filled the car, much to the horror of its other occupants.

Marik smashed his fist into the radio to the alarm of Pegasus. Smashing until "Two Became One" stopped. Marik beamed at Pegasus as if waiting for a special award. Pegasus could do nothing but stare at the broken remains of his new radio.

"I could have just turned it off you know!" He yelled.

"Oh Peggsters." Marik mocked placing his feet on the dashboard before they were promptly pushed off by a very annoyed Pegasus.

"What?!" Marik complained matching Pegasus' glare with a look of annoyance. Nobody told Marik what to do and got away with it.

Seeing Marik slowly start to pull out his Millenium Rod, Bakura grabbed his hand giving him a scolding look.

"Moooovie." He quietly whispered. Marik roughly shoved the rod back in his pocket with a glare. Arms crossed in utter contempt.

They arrived at the theatre in plenty of time but still managed to have been beaten by fellow theatre-goers.

"This just won't do." Bakura tsked. Seeing his favorite seats were being occupied by an old couple.

He looked to Marik who nodded. Pegasus stood back, sipping his cherry coke. Bakura and Marik approached the couple.

"Excuse me," Bakura said to the couple, putting on his best deranged look. "You're in my seat."

"No, these are our seats," the old man said indignantly. "We got them first and no smart ass little punk is going to make us move!"

"If you don't get out of those fucking seats, my friend and I are going to tear out your fucking intestines and wear them as neckties," Marik said sweetly to the old man, dangerously close to his face. The old woman looked horrified and clutched at her husband.

Marik and Bakura both stared at the old couple looking utterly insane. "Maybe we should find another seat, dear," the old woman said, fearing for her life. The old man was about to refuse again when Bakura took a switchblade out of his pocket, flicked it open, and ran his tongue down the flat side.

The old couple evacuated their seats at an amazing speed for their old age. Marik and Bakura flopped down in their newly acquired seats and propped their feet on the bars in front of them. Pegasus joined them a moment later; sitting on Bakura's other side.

He leaned over and whispered in Bakura's ear, "Oh I liked that bit with the knife, baby, do it again."

Bakura stared at him, speechless, as Pegasus licked his lips and raised his eyebrows suggestively. Bakura scooted closer to Marik.

After the movie, (which was extremely uncomfortable for Bakura as Pegasus kept touching his leg to Bakura's--but quite fine for Marik who was happily shoving large mouthfuls of popcorn throughout) they decided to head back to the dorm.

Of course they couldn't leave the theatre without "accidentally" sending that old man flying into the wall and landing in a heap, or Bakura jumping into a man's wheelchair at the end of the movie which Marik gleefully pushed all the way to the car.

Back at the dorm, Pegasus shredded his clothes to shower, making sure he "accidentally" dropped his purple towel a couple times to the horror of Marik and Bakura.

Marik and Bakura stayed in the room wasting away on their computers like they did every night, sending various threatening emails and watching porn, but only when they were really bored. After all, they did have each other to take care of that department.

Which gave Marik an idea. He jumped up from his chair, racing to Bakura, placing his chin on his shoulder.

"What?" Bakura mumbled staring at his screen like a zombie...or worse...Kaiba.

"I have a game." Marik stated, trying to suppress his giggles.

"Do tell" Bakura perked up.

"Let's see if we can have sex before Pegasus comes back!" Marik stated as if it was the most ingenious plan ever created.

"Okay." Bakura said. It's not like he was going to pass up a challenge...or sex.