Bakura was two minutes away from throwing Ryo's computer out the window. "Why won't this bloody thing load?" He cried aloud. "I mean, only sixty-seven percent...in forty-five minutes, come on!"
Marik pursed his lips, standing up and grabbing the office chair. "Well...if you've got time to kill..." he said, spinning the chair so that Bakura was now facing him. He crawled into his lap, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into a kiss. Lips parted, tongues sweeping across the tops of teeth. Marik giggled as Bakura tickled the roof of his mouth, scooting closer to wrap his legs around his partner's waist. Tensions rose between them as the kiss deepened, both trying to get closer than physically possible. Hands began fiddling with buttons, slipping off clothing as skin met skin.
Bakura finally broke away, panting for breath. "Do we want to move this...elsewhere?" He asked breathlessly. Marik nodded, pulling the snowy-haired boy to his feet. Bakura took a quick look over at the monitor, which was flashing sixty-nine percent downloaded. "I think," he said with a wicked grin, "We should take the computer's advice." He kissed Marik back towards the bedroom, shedding the rest of their vestments as they went.