The wind howled, slamming branches against the apartment windows. Marik was wide awake, staring at the ceiling as he had been for the past hour and a half. Bakura had drifted off almost immediately, smiling wanly as he pulled out of Marik's grasp, both of them sweat-slicked and ecstatic. But sleep eluded him, even as Bakura began to snore…Perhaps especially as he began to snore. He sat up, staring at him for a moment.
Sleep was one of the few times Bakura could ever look peaceful….his hair strewn across the pillow, mouth just slightly agape. His hands relaxed against against the mattress, curled on the empty air.
Best to let him sleep, Marik thought, slinging a blanket around his shoulders as he slipped out of bed. Lucky bastard.
He tiptoed to the kitchen, shivering at the blast of cold air. "Maybe just a quick snack," he muttered, peering into the cupboards. There had to be some kind of snack…
"There's still ice cream in the freezer," Bakura said, arms wrapping around Marik's waist and pulling him close.
Marik leaned back against him, raising an eyebrow. "You're supposed to be asleep."
Bakura shrugged. "You left, I woke up. It happens." He reached over and swung open the freezer door. "Do you want some?"
"Nah, I was thinking something saltier."
"You already had something saltier," Bakura smirked, plopping a large scoop of chocolate chip into a bowl.
Marik scoffed. "So did you, if I recall." He poured himself a bowl of cheese crackers, flicking one at the side of Bakura's head. "If you're going to be an ass, then go back to bed."
"And if I don't?" Bakura's grin widened, sweeping over towards Marik with a dark smile. "What will you do?"
Marik returned the grin, leaning in and staring him down. "What do you think I'll do?" He murmured, his face inches away from Bakura's. He reached over and dipped a finger into the ice cream, bringing it quickly to his lips and sucking tantalizingly. Bakura laughed, darting in for a kiss. His tongue wrapped around Marik's, warm saliva mingling with the cold of the ice cream. The tips of their tongues fought over a chocolate chip, a chuckle building deep in Marik's throat. He flicked it back farther into his mouth and pulled away. "Maybe I will have some more," Marik replied, pulling Bakura by the hips out to the living room. They sank onto the couch, curled up against each other. Bakura spooned a large dollop into his mouth, beckoning Marik on with a lazy finger.
Marik straddled him, tongue pushing its way between his lips. He moaned, pulling Marik closer as the ice cream slipped and slid through their mouths. The bowl of crackers lay forgotten on the counter, the fridge still open as the noises in the next room began to increase in volume and intensity. Clothes hit the floor, bodies intertwining as the ice cream soon spilled onto Bakura's chest, quickly lapped up by an eager tongue. One that followed the drops of dessert down between his legs, sucking him off for the second time that day. Bakura's hands wrapped around him firmly, quickly adding to the white substances now staining the couch.
Marik collapsed against him, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I think you've ruined my appetite," he murmured into his chest, lazily grabbing his blanket from the floor. "For now."
Bakura helped to pull it back over them, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "How long can I expect before you're hungry again, another hour or two?"
Marik shrugged. "At least until tomorrow…" He yawned, settling into Bakura's arms. "Sunrise, at the very least."
"Fair enough." Marik closed his eyes as Bakura rubbed his shoulder, pressing his lips to the tender skin of his neck. "Just keep doing that," he mumbled. "'Till I fall asleep."
Bakura smiled. "I suppose," he said quietly. "But only because it's you."
