Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh
Notes, warnings, ect: AU, dark, creepy, yaoi/shonen-ai. Mentions of death, cannibalism...
"I think I'm in love," the pale man said dreamily, head propped up by his slender hands as he half sprawled on the tiny table to stare at the tv. It was startlingly large and expensive for such a small and dingy apartment. The tiny kitchen slash living room barely had room for it's furniture, let alone the two partners currently occupying it.
"I heard you the first time, Bakura." Malik growled, reaching over Bakura's head to snag a bottle of spices from the cabinet. It was his own blend, for while his partner was far from picky, he himself was, and of late their meals had been on the gamey side. Must have been the location, since meals were hardly better than the ingredients that go into them, and even he couldn't make the equivalent of gold from, well.
This particular dish was one of his favorites, and not just because of how it tasted. It was an absolute pain to make, since the meat (the only kind the self proclaimed vegetarian would touch) was expensive, and it took forever to prepare right. No, the real reason why was because it meant that it would be just him and his partner, no annoying lovers clinging to Bakura, no mushy baby-talk, no I love yous, no posing and preening, no having to watch his partner getting molested (always willingly, else he would have done something about it), no more having to sleep on the couch, and certainly no jealous looks.
While those were always amusing in the beginning, towards the end they got on his nerves; he was never a cause to be jealous. Sure, they occasionally shared a bed when the apartments they rented were too small for two beds, and occasionally that meant more than just sleeping, they were just partners, nothing more. If Bakura ever looked at him like he was staring at the game on tv, he would kill him.
"I mean it this time." the white haired man glanced over, ruddy eyes narrowed in irritation. Upon seeing Malik was too busy tending to dinner to properly fight. With a huff, he turned back towards the game, eyes softening as he caught sight of the object of his obsession once more.
"You say that every time," The blonde replied absently, flipping the steaks. Large and succulent, and happily almost done, as the lovely scent was starting to perfume the air. While this pan was doing a wonderful job evenly cooking the meat, Malik had to remind himself that he'd be losing it soon since they'd be moving soon. Very soon, in fact, if Bakura's love-struck gaze was any gauge. "What about the girl?"
"Hmn?" Bakura didn't even glance up. "Oh, her. I loved her, but I wasn't in love with her." A sigh. "She was beautiful. Such pretty eyes, a body to kill for... So lovely..."
"And I'm sure she'll taste even better." Malik dropped the still bloody steak on a plate in front of Bakura. "Eat." His own still had a few minutes to go. He liked his food actually cooked, but watching Bakura's abysmal table manners was sufficient entertainment for the few more minutes his own steak took to reach medium well. The apartment was silent for a while as they enjoyed their meal in silence. "... so, what's her name?"
"It's a him." Bakura sulked, causing Malik to roll his eyes.
"Tch. I could never keep up with your taste, anyway. What's his name?"
"...Yami." Those ruddy eyes drifted back to the tv, where the duel was just ending, the victor a young man, his hair standing straight up in a parody of a crown. Tearing his attention away, he happily finished dinner, all but purring in contentment. "Wonderful."
"What can I say. Practice makes perfect," the blonde snickered in false modesty.