They walked in silence, feet winding between the corn stalks. The crops were only about waist high, not yet bearing anything edible. Marik's hand brushed against them as the two men trekked across the hills, his face content.
"Where were you thinking?"
Bakura shrugged, gesturing to the tree line at the top on a hill, several hundred yards ahead of them. "We should be able to get there by nightfall."
"Easily," Marik replied. He hopped the fence that divided the corn from a field of grass and sparse wild flowers, reaching out a hand to Bakura. He chuckled as he pulled him close, laying a spontaneous kiss on his lips.
"Hungry already?" Bakura asked, eyebrow cocked as they sunk into the tall grass. He perched atop the blond, pecking hungrily at his cheeks, his neck, his lips. Marik returned with teeth and nails, and a hand snaking steadily downwards.
If anyone had been passing by that field, they would have thought rabbits were getting into mating season a bit late in the year.
Bakura fell back against him, curling up against the arm still brushing against his hip. "You're getting way too good at that," he murmured, almost too quiet for Marik to hear.
The young men smiled, gazing up at the distant hill that was just barely visible over the flowers. Perhaps they wouldn't make it there today, after all.