Their footsteps echoed on the wet cobblestones, rainwater splashing under their boots. The shadows of the alley never wavered, creeping in on the circles of lamplight that dimly illuminated the restaurant trashcans and dumpsters. They were far enough off the main thoroughfare not to be seen.
Marik smiled, stopped. His hand spread against Bakura's chest as he pushed him roughly against the grimy brick wall, a knee nestled between his legs.
"Can't even wait until we get back?" Bakura demanded, his smirk matching Marik's perfectly as he draped his arms over his shoulders. "Horny bastard."
"Shut up," Marik chuckled, his lips brushing against Bakura's. "Kiss me."
"Why should I?" Bakura hovered just as close, staring unblinkingly into Marik's eyes. "Give me one reason."
"I could name a thousand."
Bakura shrugged, and slammed into him, his tongue sweeping over every nook and cranny of Marik's mouth. Marik did the same, with a smile and a muffled laugh.