Seriously, I love my laptop. I've been writing fics like crazy thanks to it 8D This is another for fanfic100, for the prompt Spade
Enjoy!
Bury Your Dead
Digging a grave in the park in the middle of the night in the pouring rain wasn't Bakura's idea of a fun night at all. But Marik just had to pick a fight with the local gang of thugs, and he just had to go to far and kill them, and he just had to call Bakura to wake him up and ask him to come help dig a grave to hide the bodies. Then it rained, making an already irritable Bakura even more irratable.
"You killed them." Bakura grumbled, shoveling heavy mud out of the growing hole.
"Yep." Marik said, doing the same, only he was somewhat dirtier than Bakura.
"Why?" The thief king asked with a small growl.
"Why not?" Marik shrugged, still shoveling mud out of the hole. "Think this is big enough."
"Should be. Just dump them in and lets finish this." Bakura ordered, swiftly jumping out of the grave they thankfully hadn't made too deep. They hadn't wanted to struggle to climb out.
Marik followed, and kicked the two dead thugs into the grave, grinning as they made a satisfying splash in the mud at the bottom. Now came the task of putting the mud back, only Bakura was leaning against a nearby tree smoking. "Oi, help me out here." The blodne glared.
"Your mess, your problem." Bakura told him. "You already woke me up, dragged me down here, got me soaked through, and forced me to help you dig a grave. You can cover them up yourself, psycho-boy."
Unable to disagree with him, Marik started to throw the pile of mud back into place. Rain might have made it more annoying to dig, but it would help to soften out the ground they disturbed, so no one would think twice about the uneven earth.
Ten minutes later he finished, and joined his partner under the tree. He pulled out his own cigarettes, not liking the ones Bakura smoked, and grabbed the other's face to turn towards him so he could light his with the one in his love's mouth.
"Do you know how gay that was?" Bakura accused him, though not minding at all.
"Right now I'm too tired to care." Marik sighed as he exhaled his first drag, "Ah, beloved nicotine. Greatest mortal invention ever."
"Hn, yesterday you were saying that was Jack Daniels and coffee." Bakura smirked, watching Marik pout in annoyance out of the corner of his eye.
"Right, come on, shower and bed." Marik said as he threw his arm around Bakura's shoulder, resting his shovel on the other. "We can fuck to celebrate."
"Celebrate what?" The shorter spirit asked, but he didn't really care about the answer as he grabbed his own spade.
"I dunno, the fact we'll get away with this, again." Marik winked, "We don't really need a reason to fuck do we?"
R+R, there's cake