***Miss Tako's prompt: "Can I ask for Tornshipping for the Cotton Candy Stand? Something domestic? Or well, as domestic as those three could manage to be anyway."***
Marik lay on top of his mattress. He thumbed through a magazine he'd already looked through once, but couldn't really think of anything better to do at the moment. Without warning, Ryou jumped onto his bed, giggling but trying to contain his mirth by pressing his hand against his mouth. "Hey, Marik, guess what?"
Marik raised an eyebrow, resting the magazine on top of his chest.
"Bakura's taking a nap on the couch."
Marik snorted and picked his magazine back up. "So what? That lazy bastard sleeps all the time."
"Want to fuck with him?"
That made Marik set the magazine aside and smirk. "What do you have in mind?"
Ryou grabbed Marik's hand and pulled them both off of the bed. "Follow me."
He dragged them both to the bathroom where he stole Marik's canister of shaving cream, and then lead them to the living room. Bakura lay sprawled on his back with one arm tucked above his head and the other slung over the sofa's edge.
Ryou pressed a finger to his lips, signaling Marik to be quiet although Ryou was the one having to mute his giggles. They tiptoed towards the couch. Ryou dispensed a thick spiral of shaving cream into the palm of Bakura's hand and then set the shaving cream on the coffee table. Gently, he grabbed a throw pillow near Bakura's feet, and used the loose tassel to tickle Bakura's nose.
Bakura snorted, scrunching his nose in an adorable scowl as he slept. Ryou paused a moment, burying his face into the pillow to muffle his laughter, and then he tickled Bakura's nose a second time. Bakura wrinkled his nose again and turned his head a little, a scattering of white bangs fell across his forehead and Marik found himself smiling as he watched Bakura's sleeping face.
However, Ryou wasn't interested in admiring the former dark spirit. He tickled Bakura's nose a third time, allowing the golden threads to linger a little longer against Bakura's nostrils. Third time being the charm, Bakura swatted at his face to rid himself of the tickling sensation, smearing shaving cream all over his face.
Ryou exploded into laughter, and Marik chuckled beside him. Their laughter woke Bakura. He spat shaving cream away from his lips, sitting up and blinking to reorient himself. A frown etched against the backdrop of his face. He looked up, scowling at both Ryou and Marik.
"I'm going to kill you both."
His threat only made their laughter louder. With a growl, Bakura sprang to his feet. Marik and Ryou ran with Bakura chasing them. He tackled them onto Ryou's bed, wiping shaving cream off of his face with both hands and then using each hand to smear the foam onto Ryou's face and Marik's shoulder.
"It was Ryou not me!" Marik tried to block Bakura's hand to avoid getting shaving lather all over his silk shirt; he failed, but Ryou had the worst of it.
"What the hell is wrong with you? I have killed men for less!"
"Worth it! Worth it! Oh my god it was worth it!" Ryou continued to laugh, squirming to avoid getting lather into his mouth and sneezing when some went up his nose.
"And you!" Bakura turned towards Marik. "He's ruined you! Dammit Marik, you used to be threatening. You used to control men with Shadows and destroy anyone who crossed you. You used to be a force to be reckoned with. What are you now?"
Marik grinned, looking straight at Bakura as he answered. "Happy."
The single word deflated Bakura. He rolled off of Ryou and lay between Ryou and Marik with his arms crossed over his chest. "You still shouldn't encourage him."
Marik used his fingers to rub the last traces of shaving cream away from Bakura's face.
"I will have vengeance," Bakura muttered, but his voice lacked any ferocity, and Marik noticed that when Ryou laced their fingers together, Bakura didn't pull his hand away.
Marik turned on his side, using Bakura's chest as a pillow.
"What the hell are you doing?" Bakura asked.
"Finishing the nap you started earlier."
Ryou smiled and mirrored Marik, laying on Bakura's chest and slinging his arm over both Bakura and Marik. "That sounds like a great idea."
"How'd I even get stuck with you two morons?" Bakura snorted.
Marik nuzzled Bakura's chest. "Just lucky, I guess."
Bakura huffed, but he pressed his face into Marik's hair, inhaling and sighing like a content housecat cat sunning itself on a window seal.
