Marik and Bakura have been married for 2 months now. It was early morning and Marik was in the kitchen cooking breakfast for him and his new husband. Humming to himself as he prepared the eggs, he almost didn't hear the distinct sound of Bakura's footsteps coming down the stairs. A few moments later he felt Bakura's strong arms around his waist and his chin resting on his shoulder. "Good morning beautiful" Bakura whispers in Marik's ear. "your not usually up this early," giggles Marik, as he turns around to face the white haired albino. Marik smiles as Bakura runs his fingers through his blond hair, "I just wanted to see my sexy husband." Blushing, Marik leaned in for a kiss. They were inches apart when suddenly Bakura pulled away, crinkling his nose he asks "do you smell that?" Marik's eyes widen "Fuck! The eggs!" Quickly turning back around, Marik's sees that the eggs have burnt. Groaning, he dumps them in the trash and begins to prepare new eggs.
"I should feed you the burnt eggs for distracting me like that!" teases Marik. He is answered by Bakura loud and hearty laugh. Marik lightly smacks Bakura on the arm, "Go set the table." Hearing Bakura leave, Marik returns his attention to the eggs. Once the eggs are finished, he puts them on plates and moves towards the table. Marik almost drops the eggs when he sees Bakura laying shirtless across the table. Blushing Marik scolds "th- that's not what I meant by setting the table, Bakura!" Bakura laughs at Marik's reaction, "What do you mean, Marik? Don't you like what you see?" teases Bakura, as he pulls on his own pants, making Marik flush even brighter.
Bakura gets off the table and stalks towards Marik, following the Egyptian as he moves backwards into a wall. Putting his arm next to Marik's head and his other hand in Marik's shirt, Bakura begins to trace his fingers along the tattoos on Marik's back. What does Bakura think hes doing?! The eggs will get cold, and I am not about to make a third batch. Marik begins to struggle out of Bakura's iron grasp, "B-bakura breakfast!" Bakura completely ignores this, and sneaks his hand into Marik's pants. Smiling deviously as he felt the steady growth of an erection.
"B-Bakurrraaaa" Marik grunts. With one final push, Marik is able to move Bakura back. He keeps pushing until Bakura is seated back on the dining table, in front of his eggs. "breakfast now, sex later" says Marik firmly. Seeing Bakura nod in agreement, Marik sighs in exasperation and digs into his now cold eggs.
So much for a romantic breakfast…