Motorbikes came with a surpsingly amount of freedom, Marik decided one day as he rode through the countryside that seperated Domino from the next town was on that journey, right after stealing the bike, that he realised why Malik had wanted a motorbike all those years ago. Feeling the wind through his hair as he rode ten times faster than the legal limit felt absolutely incredible.
He found something even more incredible though nearly exactly one year after stealing the bike, which was the feeling of two arms embracing him from behind as he raced through the streets, the feeling as they tightened their hold so as not to fall off, the feeling of a hand sneaking under his shirt as they had to slow down or stop. He loved riding with someone behind him. And not just anyone, he loved it when it was Malik. The squeals of delight as he revved up the road and sped down the highway were music to his ears. Sure, Malik knew how to ride on his own, but the yami guessed not being in control of where they were going or how fast was more than enough to make the boy happy.
It was a particularly hot day when Marik chose to go to the beach after spending the morning and most of the afternoon sleeping in their nicely air conditioned apartment. Malik came along, wanting to ride behind him on his bike as always. He didn't know why he suddenly wanted to go to the beach, but he was happy to have the choice to do so. The sun was just about dipping down the horizon when the two Egyptians set off. They rode without helmets, loving the feel of the warm wind in their hair.
Once at the beach, Malik quickly shuffled off his sandals and paddled in the water. Marik sat on the short wall seperating the beach from the street, content with just watching his lighter half enjoy the coolness of the tide. Looking at him, Marik thought, you would've have guess he spent the first 11 or so years of his life in what was essentially a dungeon in the middle of the desert. He seemed so... happy.
Eventually Malik's feet grew too cold in the water and he joined Marik on the wall to watch the sunset. Marik couldn't help but look at the boy as the fading light and all its colours stained his hair and skin shades of orange and pink. He draped a casual arm over the slimmer boy's shoulder, a signal to him that he could snuggle closer which of course he did.
Look down at the boy he held, and then up at the sun that was just falling into the sea, he truly did feel happy, and content, and loved, and free.