Summary
In 3000 years, he'd never met anyone quite like Marik, with his blond hair and eyeliner and motorcycles and the way just looking at him gave Bakura butterflies. Oh, he made Bakura want to tear his hair out, but at the same time he wanted him to kiss him and love him and- Oh god, where was he going with this? Thiefshipping one-shot. Abridgedverse