"Hey. Mage."
The White Mage Bakura finished putting away his master, Ryou's dish from the night before and stopped when he heard his nickname.
Leaning back in the kitchen chair was the Thief King Bakura.
As always.
He never had much to do.
"Hey. Mage." He repeated.
"What?" White Mage raised an eyebrow.
"I'm bored."
"And what am I suppose to do about it?"
Thief King grinned and patted his leg. "Sit on my lap."
"Why?"
"Because I said so."
"What if I don't want to?"
"Too bad, do it anyway."
White Mage gave out a quick sigh.
He and the thief had only been considered a "couple" for about a week.
And in all honestly, nothing had really changed.
The thief had only become more bossy,
And the mage now found him more annoying than ever.
Even so,
White Mage would never say that he'd regretted it.
He slowly made his way to the thief's seat, clumsily crawling onto his lap.
"There. Happy?" He scowled.
"I guess."
"What do you mean, "you guess"?"
Thief King yawned, "I'm still bored."
"Then go do something fun."
"I can't get up, there's a mage sitting on me."
"Then lemme get off!"
"Nah."
White Mage crossed his arms, pouting childishly, "Then quit saying you're bored!"
"Oh, but I am bored."
"Urrgg...!"
White Mage kicked his feet into the air in frustration and Thief King laughed, grinning like mad.
"...How about a kiss?" He winked after getting his laughter in control.
White Mage blinked.
"A kiss?"
"You heard me."
The mage frowned, "I don't wanna kiss you."
Thief King raised an eyebrow, "Why not?"
"It's weird."
"You're weird. Kiss. Now."
The mage stuck his tongue out.
Of course, the look in the Thief King's eyes told him that the subject wasn't going to be dropped any time soon.
Eventually he groaned irritably, twisting his smaller form around to face the thief.
He knelled up and planted a small kiss on the thief's cheek.
The kiss didn't last more than a couple of seconds before the mage pulled away, back into his more comfortable position.
Thief King scowled, rubbing a finger over his cheek and then letting his arm drop to rest on the table. "Was that it?"
"What do you mean 'was that it'?" White Mage hissed through his teeth.
"You might be cute, but surely you can do better than that!" Thief King waved his wrist around, lazily.
White Mage blushed, shaking his head, "You're unbelievable!"
"Heh, I know right?" Came the taller man's smug reply.
The mage growled slightly, not at all amused.
"How about you give it another go, huh?"
"Is that all you think about?"
"Not all the time. I think about other things much more..."
"You're sick!"
"Oh you know you love it-Ow!" Thief King laughed after being kicked in the knee.
"I don't wanna kiss you, just 'cause you want me to!" White Mage exclaimed, not at all afraid to speak his mind.
Thief King rubbed his knee and chuckled, "So that's how it is?"
"Mhm!"
"Fine." The thief said, his grin never leaving his face.
He placed a hand at the back of the other spirit's head. "Then I'll kiss you."
"...Huh?"
The mage's head was pulled up, sealing the two sets of lips together.
It was obviously a more 'different' kiss than the first one.
This one lasted about a minute and a half before the thief let go of his small victim, who now had an entirely red face.
Thief King looked down on his mage with a smug look all over his face.
White Mage returned the gaze with a sharp glare.
"Oh don't tell me ya didn't love that."
The Pawn Spirit grumbled bitterly as he leaned into his lover's chest.
"I hate you, Akefia."
"Love ya too, Mage."
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"...By the way, I'm still bored."
