Marik Ishtar swept the long blonde hair from his face, revealing his flawless olive skin and lilac eyes as he relaxed in his seat and unfolded a magazine. Finally, after a hard days work of doing nothing, he was ready to chill out and take it easy. He didn't expect a demanding voice to break the relaxed silence, startling the poor Egyptian.
"Where is my cookie dough ice cream!?" Bakura yelled from the kitchen, the unmistakable noise of rustling accompanied his question. Groaning, Marik rose to his feet and headed to the kitchen to find Bakura rummaging through the freezer, almost desperately.
"It's seven o'clock," he said, throwing a bag of frozen peas behind his shoulder and narrowly missing Marik's left ear. "You know what that means?"
"Time to attack Marik with frozen vegetables?" he suggested, receiving a snort from Bakura.
"Not quite. Although, I wouldn't mind… No. It's time for Millennium Hunt, you know it's my favourite show; and you know I always watch it eating my cookie dough ice cream."
Marik shuffled uncomfortably, drawing his hands behind his back. Bakura sensed his suspicion and turned on the blond.
"Have you eaten it?" he demanded, his eyes narrowing.
"What? I - No! Never! I don't like cookie dough! Try the bottom shelf at the back."
The white haired man huffed and pawed at the bottom shelf, deep in search. Finally, he pulled out a tub labelled 'cukie doh I scream'
"Half of it's gone!" he said pulling the lid off and looking absolutely flabbergasted. Marik turned pink and rubbed his arm, backing away slowly.
"I just remembered… I have to go… wash my hair," he said quickly, inching towards the door. Bakura concealed his face, but his shoulders began shaking violently. Honestly, who cried over a little bit of lost ice cream? Bakura headed over to the dining table where Marik's cards were placed and picked one up to glance at it.
"You're going to duel me for the ice cream?" asked Marik, his eyes wide. Bakura faced the blond, his face concealed by the mass of fluffy white hair.
"No," he said, striding past him, taking Marik's seat and opening the tub. "As you know, we're out of spoons. Do you recognise this card?"
He held up Marik's favourite card, causing the blond to gasp and reel back in shock.
"You wouldn't dare-!"
"Try me, big boy," he grinned. "I think your card will make the perfect spoon."
Before Marik could protest, Bakura threw back his head and looked towards the ceiling, closing his eyes and humming.
"Great beast of the sky, please hear my cry," he began saying, ignoring Marik's, 'Noooooo!'
"Transform thyself into a spoon, and bring me ice cream very soon. Envelope my dessert with your glow, and don't let Marik near you, no.
Unlock your powers, so we may be a team, and together we can have this ice cream. Appear in this living room as I say your name of doom… The Winged Dragon Of Ra!"
"No! For the love of me, no!" yelled Marik as his card glowed and turned into a spoon. Bakura grinned and patted the seat next to him for Marik to sit down.
"Pay backs a bitch, isn't it?" he asked, taking a scoop of the ice cream and eating it. Marik huffed and puffed but didn't blow the house down, just simply sat back in his seat and let Bakura tease him with the icy goodness.
"Oh, go on then." said the white haired man, holding out the spoon to Marik He opened his mouth and moved forwards, but Bakura held back the spoon and laughed.
"You need to give me something first," he said, leaning forwards and letting his hair brush against Marik's cheek. The blond smiled and held Bakura's face in his hands, brining him closer to place his lips on his. The pair smiled in the duration of the kiss, Marik gently letting his tongue lap over his; not only because he loved the man, but because this was a good way to get a taste of the ice cream Bakura had been eating.
Mmm. cookie dough, thought Marik, closing his eyes and taking in the white haired teen's sweet taste. Finally, they pulled away; Marik sneaked a hand on top of Bakura's and swiftly snatched the tub away.
"Hey!" he said as the blond scooped some out and swallowed it in one. He grinned triumphantly and handed it back.
"I see I'm the cat that got the cream," he said proudly, making Bakura frown.
"You're not a cat."
"Touché."
"Well," said Bakura switching the channel over to Millennium Hunt and smirking at Marik. "I heard you quite like cream."
Marik pulled a face that made Bakura laugh loudly.
"I hope you'll give me back that card," he said nodding to the spoon. Bakura showed him the bit of ice cream he still had left.
"All in due time," he replied, turning to face the TV and slipping an arm round his partner. "Look, Ishizu's Millennium necklace is up for auction."
"Yes, she got into a bit of debt, so she's selling the necklace."
"That's a shame," nodded Bakura, finishing off the last bit of ice cream and ignoring Marik's puppy dog eyes.
"You better let me watch Egypt's greatest police chases after this," he said. "You know I hate watching crap."
"Fine by me," said Bakura, resting his head on Marik's chest and slipping a hand into his. Not that they would. Bakura always got his own way, especially because Marik couldn't even work the TV remote, and he owed him big time for eating the ice cream.
A/N: Well, there's my first attempt at Yaoi, I hope it wasn't bad.
More drabbles to come, and if you want a certain pairing, just let me know :)