He held him in his arms, listening to the soft spikes of his breath as they curled against his skin. Purple eyes, closed in rare, quiet slumber; flickered gently as he pressed his lips to their owner's skin, blond head nestling closer into his shoulder. Bakura smiled; a soft, tired smile as he closed his eyes and tightened his hands around Marik's waist. It wouldn't last, the nightmares would still come, but he would be ready. Bodies intertwined, they fell into a shallow sleep, the stars above dancing for them alone. For that short, sweet time, they were at peace.