Title: Sleepy Affection
Author: CalloftheHaunted
Fandom: Yugioh
Pairing: Yami/Bakura Darkshipping
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, it belongs to Kazuki Takahashi
Tug. Tug. Tugging. Gentle, but persistent.
His feet were cold. That was the second thing he noticed, as the fog of sleep evaporated from his mind. Opening his eyes, his vision filled with pale throat and chest. He lifted his head slightly from where it rested on a strong upper arm, the forearm curled around the back of his head, the wrist bent at an odd angle and fingers tugging and twisting, playing with the lock of hair at his temple.
The room was bathed in a grey light, the morning dawning overcast and dreary. Cold too no doubt, Atem thought.
Moving his eyes upwards, Yami took in the pale skin, high cheekbones, and black slash of eyelashes. Bakura's eyes were closed but a slight smile curved his lips. Yami moved his feet and lay them against the warm legs of the former thief, who 'tsked' at him, making him smile. He lay his head back down on Bakura's arm and sighed deeply, rubbing his hand over the thief's abdomen, seeking out the other hand that rested there and interlocking their fingers.
Bakura turned his head slightly and leant his mouth against Yami's forehead, still twisting the reddish black strands around his fingers. Yami smiled to himself. He enjoyed mornings with Bakura, when they were feeling lazy and could lie there basking in sleepy affection.
He felt Bakura's stomach rise as he puffed out a yawn, and then the muscles move as he stretched with a small groan.
"Mm. Hungry." Bakura grunted.
"Nuh, comfy." Yami smiled, squeezing himself close to his thief. Bakura dropped the hair he had been playing with and squeezed Yami's upward shoulder, signalling he wanted to get up. "Nooo." Yami whined.
"Come on, I have to pee." Bakura grouched, squeezing again. Yami huffed before lifting himself up onto his elbow, allowing Bakura to extricate his arm and sit up himself. Bakura yawned again and swung his legs over the side of the bed, pushing himself upwards and shuffling from the room. As soon as Bakura's weight had left the mattress, Yami bunched the body warmed covers around himself so as not to get cold and let all that body heat go to waste.
He heard Bakura moving around in the next room, the bathroom, for a few moments before hearing him shuffle back into view through the door way.
"Breakfast. What do you want?"
Yami peaked at his thief, taking in the pale bare chest, dark grey pyjama pants and long messy white hair gathered up behind his head in a ponytail.
"Mmm, toast." Yami decided curling himself up even more, relishing in how cosy he was. Bakura gave him a lop-sided grin, shaking his head before disappearing off down the hall of the apartment towards the kitchen.
Yes. Yami definitely enjoyed mornings with Bakura.