He watched the sleeping offen came into Bakura's room,watching him , he didn't really he liked to see the spirit without a sadistisc smirk or harsh maybe he wanted to see him both,perhaps something had to admit though,Bakura did look cute,when asleep.
The blonde egyptian ran his fingers through the whitette's was soft,almost like 's tan fingers slowly traveled from Bakura's, down all the way to his neck.
Bakura suddenly tensed and started to mumbled something the blonde was unable to knew what was going whitette soon squirmed 1uncontrolblye,trying to grab on to without hesitation,Marik took his hand.
'Another nightmare' the blonde though had many nightmares,had he eventually usuall,Marik gently carresed his partner, whispering shooting words to calm ,he didn't know why he did all of he want someone to protect and call his own?.No, that's just couldn't possibly desire Bakura,could he?
"Thank you,Marik" the whitette said in his sleep,when he had calmed down.
'Wait, did I hear right? Did the spirit say "Thank you,Marik"? Was Bakura dreaming of me or did he simply 1reconice my voice and desided to thank me? But then again,that dosen't sound like something the spirit would do.'
Comepleatly lost in thoughts,Marik didn't notice that he was smiling.
"Bakura..." Marik said softly. "Do I desire you?" Not for a single moment he let go of Bakura's hand. "My beautiful porcelain doll."
Slowly moving his head closer to Bakura's,he soon looked their lips in a kiss,not wanting to break apart any time soon but had to. 'Maybe I do after all.'