Bakura eyed Marik as he quietly exited Malik's bedroom. "Someone had a nice night," Bakura muttered. Marik's eyes shifted towards him, and he leaned against the bathroom doorframe. "Yeah, it was amazing. You want details?" Bakura shook his head. Marik chuckled, and walked into the bathroom. He looked into the mirror. "Damn it!" He growled. Bakura came jogging down the hall. "What the hell?" He yelled.
Marik moved a strand of hair from his face and frowned. "My hair's a mess!" The albino rolled his eyes. "Maybe from all that hard fucking," He grumbled. Marik looked over at him discustidly. "Get the fuck out." As the door slammed in his face, Bakura's eyes widened with disbelief. "What's your problem?" He asked. Marik opened the door, his eyebrow raised. "Like you give a damn. Besides, I really don't know myself."
They exchanged long, curious glances. Both confused and utterly amused. It was nearly fifteen minutes before Bakura spoke. He cleared his throat, "I should go... check up on Ryou." Marik nodded, walking back into the bathroom. "And hey!" Bakura called, "Make sure to let your company know a head of time when you're gonna have an intament moment." Marik rolled his eyes, and slammed the door. He turned on the shower, and sighed deeply. His mind flashed to last night.
The way he held Malik. It all felt way too right. He shook the feeling off. He cannot be falling for Malik. He must not think about him that way. "I'm not fucking gay," He replied. Although, he wasn't sure he was confident about that anymore. "Fuck," He murmrued, "I really am falling apart."
Malik came out of the bedroom, and stumbled down the hall. He groaned sleepily. Last night had worn him out, and all he wanted to do was take a warm shower. Quietly, he walked down the hallway. He leaned against the bathroom door. Blinking his tired eyes, he felt his mind wander to last night. A long sigh escaped his lips. Marik was surprisingly gentle. It was only fake, He told himself. But boy was he a good kisser. Malik shook his head. A soft chuckle escaped his lips.
Marik climbed out of the shower just as he heard the door open. Sneaking a short glance at the door, he jumped back in surprise. "Malik!" Malik's eyes stared at him, wide with shock and horror. "I'm sorry!" He yelped. Marik rolled his eyes, and quickly grabbed a towel. "Maybe you should fucking knock!" He snapped. Malik stood with embarresment, his face flushed. "I'm sorry. I'm tired and I didn't realize you were in here."
Marik gazed at him, his face softening. He shifted to the side, and motioned for him to pass. "Go ahead," He said. Malik pressed his lips, and quietly slipped passed him. Marik paaused in front of the mirror, and grunted inwardly. "Oh and Malik?" He asked as he opened the door. Malik looked over his shoulder. "You look cute when you blush." Marik winked, and slipped out of the bathroom. Malik stared, his lavander eyes dazed. "What the hell just happened?" He breathed.
A few hours later, Marik and Malik sat in the living room. Marik sipped his beer, watching a gay movie with Jim Carrey and Ewan Mcgregor . Malik sat at the arm of the couch, farthest away from Marik. His eyes shifted towards Marik a from time-to-time. Images from the morning flashed through his mind. He tried to shake them away, but it never worked. Why does he have to have such a friggin' sexy body, He thought.
Marik sighed, setting down the bottle in his hands. "What the hell is this? It's supposed to be such a 'halarious movie'! All they're showing is a gay couple fucking, making out, and giving the stupidest lines ever! Such a fucking rip off," He growled. Malik chuckled, watching Marik change the movie. "What other's did you rent?" He asked. Marik flipped through the DVD's. "A lot better one's that's for sure. I even got an illegal copy from Bakura." Malik rolled his eyes. "Of course," He murmured.
"What movie?"
"Incidious. Supposed to be a really good movie."
"And by good you mean: so friggin' insane and scary it's awesome?"
"Exactly that."
Both chuckled. Marik inserted the movie, and walked into the kitchen. He returned with two more beer bottles. Shoving one into Malik's face, he slammed his booted feet onto the coffee table. "I hate how you and Bakura love that," Malik murmrued. Marik just rolled his eyes. "Stop acting like my fucking wife." Malik laughed, "Aren't I supposed to be?" Marik ignored him, and slowly drank his beer.
Malik sighed deeply, his eyes locked on Marik. Was he actually falling for him? Did Marik care for him more than he thought? No, not at all, He thought. Marik caught his gaze, and held it for a few minutes. Both stared at each other. Finally, Marik broke it, and shifted to the TV. "So.. do you think they believe us?" Malik asked, breaking the tension. Marik shurgged. Lowering his head, Malik thought for a moment.
"Did you enjoy the view this morning?" His eyes shifted back to Marik. The man smirked, sipping his beer slowly. "Umm... What kind of friggin' question is that?" Malik struggled to hide his blush. The psycho shook his head. The silence began again. The movie blared inside the empty home. "Do you have to have it so loud?" Malik nagged. "Yes, Malik. I have to have it ear bleedingly loud." He rolled his lavander eyes.
The movie ended some time after eight. Many empty bottles of beer were stacked on the coffee table, and both men were past sober. "I'm going to bed. Should've never let you talk me into that," Mali murmrued. Marik chuckled, his eyes glazed. "Even drunk you're naggy." Without another word, Malik strumbled to the bedroom. "Don't bother me!" He snapped as he struggled to open the door.
Marik followed him, watching as he struggled. "Do you need help?" He asked. Malik stared up at him as Marik toward above. He grabbed the doorknob, and slowly opened it. "Even drunk I can be very cooperative," He whispered. Marik leaned down, and smirked. They're eyes locked on each other. Malik in his drunken state, didn't realize how close they had become. Marik leaned a little closer.
"Marik?" Malik asked. His eyes shifted slightly. The glaze over his eyes began to slowly fade, as he began to become sober. With each passing second, Malik began to realize the situation. A part of him wanted the space between them to disappear, but he knew that he shouldn't. Slowly, Malik slid into the bedroom. "Good night, Marik." The psycho stared after Malik, his eyes blinking with confusion.
Malik slammed the door, and leaned against it. His face flushed, and he felt his head throb. He groaned. "What just happened?" He sighed, his hand resting against his forehead.