Bakura, lord of the shadow realms, was no snuggler. But yet, here he was, in a bed just big enough for two, and Marik was clinging to him like a koala in his sleep. He sighed and brought the blankets over his head, turning away. Marik only got closer, his arms tight around his waist and his head snuggled into the crook of his neck, smiling in his sleep.
Bakura had never been all quite that aware of how cold he always was, and it never really bothered him, but the other's hot breath and skin on his reminded him of this fact. Marik was so, so warm and he was so, so cold. As if on instinct, he swallowed his pride and begrudgingly turned back to face Marik, wrapping him close in his bony arms like he was his own personal heating blanket. Being less than freezing was a strange feeling, but with Marik it felt… needed.
The other giggled quietly and nuzzled his shoulder. "Bakura," he rolled the r in his weird accented way of addressing him and Bakura adjusted himself to better listen to him. "Yes, Marik?" he asked in return, expecting nothing short of ridiculous.
"You're silly," he cooed at him and giggled again, continuing his nuzzling. Bakura rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Is that all?"
Marik's smile faded for a moment, thinking. "No," he said. "That's not all. I like you!" Marik admitted, sounding more like an apology than any excited, sleepy confession.
Bakura only laughed sarcastically. "You're wasting your time then," he told him bluntly and closed his eyes, tucking his head into the pillow behind him.
"No, shut up, Bakura…" He pouted and tangled his fingers into the spikes of Bakura's hair. "I really, really, like you." Marik kissed his sharp collarbone and looked up at him, though it was hard when he was so tired.
"Why? I've been nothing but uncooperative and difficult with you. For you to feel anything for me other than being a partner in crime would be…"
"…A happy accident?" he finished for him with a small smile.
Oh, why did that boy have to do things to his dead, unbeating heart? He couldn't help but kiss his forehead. "Marik, I really… I…"
"I love you too, Bakura." Great, that didn't really help.
Bakura took a long deep breath and gave up. "I… I love you, Marik. And I don't know why…"
"And you don't have to know why."
He brought Marik up to his height and kissed him quickly, followed by a kiss on either cheek and another one on his forehead.
"You… twist my heart in weird ways…"
"You're silly," Marik repeated.
He simply nodded and smiled. "I'm silly."
