The sun had just risen as Marik was waking up. He rolled out of bed and the smell of bacon caught his attention. He knew only one person that could create that savory aroma. Bakura.
He walked into the kitchen and noticed the Spirit who was standing in front of the oven, monitoring the food the way he usually does when he cooks, not noticing the Egyptian that just walked into the room.
"What smells so good?" But Marik already knew the answer to that question. Bakura's cooking was the best he ever has considering Marik can't cook for the life of him.
"Breakfast you idiot" Bakura snapped at Marik. But it was different than the ways he usually does. Something was on his mind.
Taken aback but his statement, he began to grow angry "Hey, it is ten in the morning, can't you at least be nicer or a little less you."
"Let me think. No." The truth is Bakura did not have the sweet privilege of sleep last night. He had been up all night listening to a certain Egyptian messing around in the bedroom and it wasn't with Bakura like it should have been when Marik gets this way.
Marik noticed something was wrong with Bakura "Whoa, What got you in such a bad mood on such a good day?"
"Like you don't know?"
"Umm, can I have a hint?"
"Wait. Are you saying to don't know! Marik, you bloody hell know why!" Bakura, now more furious than ever, was about to lose it. Marik had come home last night drunk and insisted he should have a little fun, but with the wrong person.
"Umm, is this about last night? Bakura, I said I was sorry. How many times do I have to say that I am sorry? I was Drunk! I did not know what I was doing." Marik walked over to Bakura who was just finishing the food and began to slip his hands around The Spirits waist. But as Marik was doing this, Bakura quickly removed himself from Marik's grip and shot him a glare, but quickly turned away to begin cleaning his dishes.
"Oh don't give me that crap Marik! You knew plenty well what you were doing with that whore, ON MY BED!"
Marik, trying to make amends continued to try to fix his mistake. "Oh come on Fluffy…" But Bakura had interrupted. "Don't you dare call me Fluffy!" But Marik was not listening.
"I made a mistake, yes, but can't we forgive and forget? Please?" Marik then began to put his hands around Bakura's waist again and was able to get a good hold this time so Bakura could not break free.
"Marik I am not in the mood. You're lucky I am still feeding you." Bakura snapped, but Marik just went on and began to nuzzle Bakura's neck. A wave of pleasure had gone up Bakura's back suddenly, distracting him from what Marik had done.
"Come on Fluffy, I know and you know that is not true." Marik started to pull Bakura by the waist away from the dishes he just finished cleaning and to his bed room. Bakura, not so surprised by this, was not in the mood though, but could not get out of Marik's hold.
"Marik, let me go!" But as Bakura had said this, they were already in the room. Marik locked the door and push Bakura onto the bed. "Let me think. No."
Marik crawled onto Bakura started into a passionate kiss. Bakura, feeling that wave of pleasure again, did not refuse this time and began to kiss Marik back. This caused Marik to grin, and pulled out. "Told you you wanted this."
"Oh shut up and kiss me."