"Did you know you have a mole on your back?"
Bakura rolled over, raising an eyebrow. "A mole. Really." He stared into Marik's eyes, slightly disbelieving. "Out of everything, you've been staring at my mole for the last ten minutes?"
"Not for all ten." Marik replied with a soft smile. "I was just looking at you…what I could see, anyways." He pulled him into his arms, nestling his face into the smooth space between Bakura's neck and shoulder. The smile spread as he felt their bodies fall into place, fitting together just right. Chest to chest, Bakura's arm slung over Marik's shoulders; their hips tilted just so, as to not jut into their sides. Marik's knee was sandwiched between both of Bakura's, the other sprawled comfortably on top.
He felt Bakura's hand brush the scars on his back and flinched, his hands tightening around his ribs. "Stop looking at it."
"I'm not."
"You're feeling it, that's close enough."
Bakura frowned, his arm slipping up around Marik's neck and squeezing. "Better, your highness?"
"Watch it," Marik snapped, his knee jerking up and brushing the tender skin between his legs. "Awfully a precarious position for you to be fucking around with, now isn't it?" He rolled him over, throwing all his weight against Bakura's chest. "Isn't it?"
Bakura only smirked, refusing to show the discomfort as he strained against Marik's body, leaning up to press his lips to Marik's wrist as it snaked towards his throat. The arm looped around his neck and rolled them over again, immediately settling back into place.
"You're lucky you're cute," Marik said, running a spine-tinglingly light finger down Bakura's arm.
"I'm lucky you still want me, after all this time," Bakura replied, his nose brushing Marik's as their fingers found each other, lacing together.
Marik kissed the back of Bakura's hand, gliding up to his face and letting his lips caress his cheek. Bakura turned, their mouths connecting briefly before pulling back, soft smiles and shining eyes all around. He darted back in, tongue tickling Marik's ear as he whispered to him.
Marik laughed. "I know," he murmured. "As do I." He snuggled closer once more, smiling into Bakura's chest. "Maybe I always will." He closed his eyes, lulled by the hand stroking his hair, and the warmth of their two bodies nestled together in the comfort of the night.