Something about the way Bakura slept invoked Mariku to touch him. His fingers twitched over the suppressed urge that was so irritatingly foreign to him. The want to caress pale skin for nothing but the soft feeling, or the desire to run long fingers through much longer white tresses for the sole purpose of being able to do it without the other objecting.
The rain fell hard outside and the soothing sound of the raindrops ramming into the glass leading to the balcony and the occasional lo rumble of thunder had found Bakura with his head in Mariku's lap, lulled into a sweet sleep.
Mariku always felt put off when Bakura slept. Not because he didn't know how to behave during such a time, but because he was always on edge, waiting for Bakura to wake up from a nightmare and need calming down. But all was peaceful for the time being. Bakura's chest rose and fell and his heartbeat was stead. He mumbled a few times in his sleep but Mariku couldn't understand and he just hoped Bakura was dreaming well.
His hair was everywhere, in Mariku's lap and falling over the edge of the couch. Mariku smiled down at him.
Feeling a little adventurous, he slipped his hand up Bakura's shirt, at last feeling his soft skin. He splayed his fingers out across his flat stomach, feeling him breathe. In this moment Mariku never wanted this to end. Ryou was in class and Malik was at work and it was just the two of them. Not to say Mariku didn't enjoy life with their lights, he just liked these little moments of peace and quiet with his love.
He yawned softly, quietly, not wanting to wake him. But he was getting restless. Unable to sleep comfortably in the position on the couch he was currently in, all he could do was get comfortable where he was at at let his lover sleep. Bakura needed more sleep. More peaceful sleep, anyway. Mariku liked to think his presence warded off the the other's nightmares, at least sometimes.
An hour passed of Mariku leaning his head back with his eyes closed, Bakura sleeping in his lap. The restlessness was getting worse and all his limbs had gone numb. Carefully, he pried himself out from under Bakura and stood, stretching. He walked over to the sliding door an opened it ever so slightly. It wasn't raining much anymore, but still enough to be peaceful.
Sitting on the floor, Mariku leaned his head against the glass and sighed contently. He didn't notice Bakura had slinked his way off off the couch and crawled over to him until he was back in his lap. The blond opened one eye, looking down at him.
"I didn't say you could move." Bakura murmured sleepily, yawning in almost a cute manner.
He smiled and finally ran his fingers through his hair.
"Sorry." he said, but it was a lie. The reaction he got from moving was everything he didn't know he wanted it to be. This was just proof that Bakura wanted him. Needed him. Yearned for his attention and affection, which Mariku would happily give.
For he was finally wanted.
When the rain stopped, Bakura stood, surprising Mariku who had been half asleep. The whitette opened the door just enough to where he could slip out and he laid his arms on the railing, staring at the horizon. Mariku was even more surprised that he wasn't smoking a cigarette yet. Stepping out behind Bakura, he wrapped his arms around him and Bakura leaned his head back just a tad. They were silent.
Two pairs of eyes scrutinized the sky. The view that balcony provided pushed and pleaded with them to enjoy the sunset for what it was worth, but they were both still trying to figure out what it was worth exactly. Besides, they caught each other's eyes more than the orangish-pinkish sky above them could. All they needed was each other.
For they were both finally wanted.