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Knock knock.
Bakura lets out a deep sigh as he places his cup of tea on the coffee table and scoots himself from under his heated blanket to open the door. When he opens it, he is met with the stench of alcohol and the pitter patter of rain. Marik stands there, as pathetic as a wet cat.
“Hi Ba-”
“What the bloody hell are you doing at my bloody house at his hour, Marik?”
“Could ask you the same question!!” Marik attempts to look angry and point at Bakura evily, but his arm flops back down to his side.
“You’ve been drinking, haven’t you?”
“…no…” Marik hiccups.
“Bloody hell.” Bakura face palms and stares at Marik for a moment. He doesn’t move. “Well hurry up and get inside then. As much as I hate you I would find it rather disatisfactory to watch you freeze to death.”
Marik grumbles something under his breath but complies, dragging his muddy boots across Bakura’s brown “WELCOME” mat, with “TO HELL” written under it in permanent marker. Bakura is unsure how to feel at the sight of Marik’s midriff. He’s wearing his usual crop top, jacket and leather pants combo. His makeup looks a bit smudged, but he doesn’t know if that’s from the rain or from the drinking.
Bakura throws a towel in Marik’s general direction. It lands about 2 feet away from him, probably would have caught it if he wasn’t shitfaced. He manages to dry himself off sufficiently.
Marik’s eyes widen as he notices the TV is on. “Hey Bakura what are you watching?” Before he even has a chance to speak, Marik continues. “Can we watch Jordie Shore? I really like that show!”
“We can’t bloody watch Jordie Shore.”
“Fine, fine.” Marik ponders for a moment “Can we watch I’m a Celeb instead?”
Bakura knows not to fight it anymore. He flicks the remote to the channel. Ant and Deck start talking about the bushtucker trial some C list celebrity is going to do. Marik smirks because he enjoys the evilness of making people eat bugs and animal parts.
Bakura picks up his drink again and sips. It’s still warm. “What were you doing out anyways?”
Marik turns his gaze toward Bakura, there’s a deep sadness within his expression. “Well, I don’t know…” Marik leans backwards and crosses his arms. “Maybe a guys a bit lonely on the 15 year anniversary of him murdering his own father in cold blood!”
“...Oh bugger.”
After saying these words, Marik just shuts his eyes. He doesn’t look sad or angry, more-so just numb. Bakura understands this feeling far too well. “Well unfortunately the tap is broken, so all I can offer you to drink is a cup of tea.”
“It’s ok fluffy I don’t need any tea….” Bakura shrugs and takes another sip. Marik begins to curl himself up into a ball, and Bakura can see him shaking. He shuffles closer to the other man and pulls his blanket to cover the both of them. Their faces are so close they almost touch, just leaving enough room for Bakura’s mug.
Marik giggles and grabs onto Bakura without any warning, which makes the Brit yelp. Bakura coughs, clearly embarassed. “Hehe, you look nice when your face is all red Bakura.”
This comment does not help the situation. Bakura is so used to Marik being an oblivious bumbling idiot it is a real juxtaposition to see him say what truly on his mind.
“You look nice all of the time, Marik.”
“Woa… You’re good at this flirting thing…”
Bakura falters for a second, his heart beat getting faster. “I am not flirting with you.”
“Are you sure?” Marik nonchalantly moves down to put his head on Bakura’s chest. Bakura gulps. “Could have fooled me y’know, considering all those other times you’ve said things to me…” Marik looks up at Bakura and pouts, attempting his best at a mocking impression of him. “Ohh Marik you’re the most evil guy ever you’re soo sexy let’s make babies together!!!”
“I have never bloody said that you bastard.” Bakura doesn’t move. “And that was a bloody horrible impression of me. I sound nothing like that.” He turns his head to focus on the TV again but his mind is racing. Never in a thousand years did he ever think or imagine himself in this position with anyone, let alone Marik of all people. He didn’t enjoy how much he was enjoying this.
“Your heart is beating really fast Bakura do you have arrhythmia or something… Maybe you’re just happy to see me?” Marik’s left hand is not firmly planted on Bakura’s chest too, his fingers tracing randomly shapes around.
“Lets… Let’s go for the latter on that one.”
He awkwardly pats Marik’s back twice which makes him giggle. “Hey that tickles!”
Bakura rolls his eyes and takes another swig of tea.
“You’re kinda cute from his angle Bakura, is this why you say weird stuff to me all the time do you want to be under me”
“I am not going to answer that.” It takes him a moment to register exactly what Marik had said. “…Did you just call me cute?”
Silence falls over the room for about 15 minutes. Marik had somehow used all of his remaining energy being a gay loser and had began falling asleep, drool pooling on Bakura’s shirt.
“What a bloody dork.” Bakura chuckled to himself. He didn’t notice how late it had gotten, he turned the TV off and placed his empty cup next to the remote on the table. Hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around the blonde, under the blanket, and finally let himself relax.
Marik woke up first that morning, but he stayed put. Bakura woke up shortly after. Bakura notices how beautiful Marik looked now, his makeup almost all gone and his natural beauty shining through. The sun caught his skin and it glowed, his hair glistening in the sunlight. Marik blinked slowly and yawned softly.
“Good morning.” Bakura says sternly, he moves to get up but immediately gets tugged back down. He almost falls onto Mark's beautiful face. “I'm still cold. Stay.” are the only words Marik can push out of his mouth this early.
“Alright, I know you need your beauty sleep.” Bakura snuggles up to Marik, their limbs intertwined as they hug sleepily. Everything is calm, everything is perfect.
“I.. I love you..” are the words that stumble out of Bakura’s mouth. He knows he was thinking it, but he didn't intend to say it. Perhaps that little rascal Ryou gave him a push… Bastard.
Marik just giggles, looking up at Bakura's flustered expression. “Mmm.. Love ya too, fluffy…” He yawns again before closing his eyes.
Bakura can tell Marik is still a little bit drunk by the way he moves, but he doesn't want to leave the poor sod alone while potentially festering up a hangover. Plus, he asked him to stay. Marik actually enjoys his company, a rather shocking revelation. Better stay for now.
“Sleep well, Marik.”