The First Kiss
Damn, that bloke is pretty...Bakura couldn't help but think as he and Marik laid in bed one morning...and he's alllll mine….
The pair had originally planned on having separate rooms, but Marik was prone to night terrors, sleep paralysis, sleepwalking, and the like - and secretly, Bakura really enjoyed cuddling - so they agreed to share Bakura's room and leave what was Marik's room as a bit of a storage space. Marik's bed was in there and so were his belongings, but he never slept there, much preferring to bask in the safety of Bakura's room.
Presently, Marik was sleeping soundly. He wore a black sleeveless tshirt and boxers, and was curled up like a cocoon beneath a multitude of blue blankets. For some reason he was almost always cold and used anywhere from three to six blankets at a time. Bakura was watching him intensely from the opposite side of the bed, a sense of calm fascination overcoming him.
How did I get so bloody lucky? This sap is near perfection. That puffy hair, those rippling muscles, that sexy tattoo….
Marik stirred in his sleep. His violet eyes opened and a smile crept across his face as he saw Bakura gazing down at him.
"Hey...sleepyhead…" Bakura whispered, more to himself than to anything.
Marik extended a floppy hand out to Bakura. "...mmmhmmm…."
Bakura took his hand in his own, swirling his pale fingers around Marik's soft palm, savoring this wordless moment. He laid back down, his fingers intertwined with Marik's, and pressed his face into the back of Marik's head. His blonde hair smelled like heaven – which was apparently a mixture of chemical processing and deep conditioner. Bakura was busy enjoying this peaceful moment when Marik rolled over and their eyes met. Locked in a gaze of silent appreciation for one another, they pondered each other's faces the way lovers sometimes do.
Oh god I want to kiss him…
Pink streaks appeared below each of Bakura's eyes, like the lightest possible dusting of blush, comparable to a soft frosty layer of snow lying motionless atop blades of grass during the twilight hours. Marik's cheeks flushed to a deep red color, a color that was representative of the hot feeling one sometimes gets when one have to give a speech or a presentation of some kind. He pondered Bakura's nose, stark white, slim, and pointy. Then his lips, thin but inviting; like his cheeks, Bakura's lips were a frosty pink that sat quite well with his pale complexion. Unbeknownst to Marik, Bakura had been analyzing his face in much the same way the entire time.
I've never done that…What would he taste like? Feel like? Would he like it? I know I would like it…
The two stayed in this position for quite some time, pondering and appreciating the features of the other. They sat in quiet adoration, as if thanking the Powers That Be for bringing them together. Eventually, Bakura made the first move. He began by placing a gentle hand on the back of Marik's neck. Then he very slowly pulled Marik closer to him, his every intention to let their lips touch, to envelop Marik in a soft, sensual kiss. He hoped in his heart of hearts for it to be perfect. He imagined it blossoming with love, like sakura flowers blossoming on a tree. Their lips barely brushed each other, the -
"AAAAACHHOOOOOOO-"
Bakura was thrown against the wall. Marik flopped onto the floor like a fish that had been yanked from a pond by a careless fisherman. He reached up and touched his forehead, feeling an angry lump appearing where he had smacked his head off the floor.
"Marik!" Bakura couldn't help but holler, "You ruined the moment!"
As if on cue, Marik began to cackle. He felt bad for making Bakrua angry, and for ruining what probably would have been a marvellous kiss, but it was a hilarious situation nonetheless. He shrugged his shoulders and opened his eyes wide.
Maybe if I make a puppy dog face he'll forget about it…he thought as he began to silently beg for Bakura's forgiveness.
Bakura sighed, "Okay. Let's go get some breakfast."
YES. IT WORKED.