Marik and Malik were honest with everyone about everything. But they took it well. Yami and Yugi were still denying their feelings for each other, but that was a different story. Ryou and Bakura seemed happier. There was still tension, arguments, and even bruises, but that was their relationships. Marik and Malik's was very similar. But at least their secrets were at peace. Malik still was the woman in the relationship, but that would never change. Everything seemed in perfect position.
Tonight was Marik and Malik's engagement party. Which mostly consisted of Bakura setting it up at a club, everyone drinking and having a good time. Seemed like Marik's paradise. But at least he had Malik on his arm. Everything was different, but different was good. This was what Marik came to understand. He came to except these feelings he felt. Human or not, that's what he was now. He may be different than everyone, but he could move at his own will. He didn't have a body to control, he had his own. That definition stands for itself.
Bakura and Marik sat at the bar, chatting amungst themselves. Ryou had pulled Malik on the dancefloor and made a total fool out of themselves. Malik just stood there, looking like a lonley tree. Marik laughed, sipping on his beer. "So how are things?" Bakura asked. Marik shrugged, "They're better than they've ever been, I'll tell you that." Bakura seemed hessitant. "You feel it too right?" He asked. Marik gave him a curious glance. "If you mean by the sudden curiosity of actually being free? I guess..." Bakura nodded, but tried to understand more.
"It's better not to ask questions like that."
The two men turned to the other Yami that stood before them. Yami's eyes glanced at them both. Marik could tell they were in for a lecture. "Our worlds have been changed. The better word for it is... enlightened. Yes, it is a complicated situation, but it's for the better. You two are happy, are you not? It's best not to worry about the past. That's what I have learned to accept. Sometimes I do look back on it, but it only makes things seem.. complicated," Yami began. Marik nodded, "I can agree on that."
The three men chuckled. Yami looked over at Yugi, who stood next to his two friends, chatting away. "Sometimes life doesn't just work in our favor, but it gives us an outcome we never imagined. Like this.. I would never see us three having a conversation and not trying to ruin each other," He sighed. Bakura laughed, giving a stiff nod. "That is true." Yami looked over at Marik who seemed lost. But he was only looking at Malik. The light stood against the wall, his arms crossed. Ryou and Yugi were talking to him about something.
"I can see you really love him." Marik didn't take his eyes off Malik. "I do..." Yami smiled, also looking at the three boys. "Isn't this outcome better? You two aren't arguing, wanting to kill each other, or just at war with each other. I know now I love being able to capture Yugi in a differnet light. That is how you two need to look at this, even though you aren't the brightest," Yami laughed. Bakura raised his hand, and almost knocked him on the shoulder. Then he realized, it was Yami they were speaking to. He sighed, lowering his hand, but still kept it clenched.
"When are you going to accept your feelings for Yugi, though?" He asked with a smirk. Yami chuckled, slowly shaking his head. "That is another story, for a different day." Marik nodded, and the three Yami's chuckled together. "If anyone asks, though. We were plotting to kill each other behind our backs," Bakura said with another chuckle. Marik raised his beer bottle. "I'll drink to that." Yami got a beer from the bartender and the three actually shared a good moment. But soon after, Yami walked over to chat with Yugi and his friends.
Malik came back over to the two darks. He ruffled his hair. "This night has been fun, but I'm getting tired," He whined. Marik sighed, flasing a smile at Bakura. "I guess that's my cue to leave," He said. Bakura groaned loudly. "Why do you have to be such a-" Marik's stare made Bakura become silent. "If Malik wants to leave, that's not a problem with me. Besides, who said I actually liked you guys." Bakura chuckled, tipping his glass to that.
Marik got up from the stool, handing Malik his coat. The two said good-bye to everyone, and left the club on Malik's motocycle. Marik drove, of course. Malik gribbed Marik's waist, putting his face in his shoulder blades. Within the first few mintues of the drive he had fallen asleep. As Marik pulled into the driveway, he realized Malik was fast asleep. He smirked, picking him up slowly. "I guess he was really tired," He laughed. Marik walked up to the door, struggling to pull out his keys from his front pockets.
He kicked the door open with his foot, and flipped on the light with his tongue. He laughed, realizing he was 'inconvienent' like Malik always says. But hey, do what you got to do. Marik entered the bedroom and set Malik down gently. He couldn't help but grin down at the smaller half. He looked so adorable while he slept. Marik turned off all the lights in the small home, and quickly took a hot shower. He then, climbed into bed beside Malik.
The smaller one slept soundly, his chest rising with each breath. Marik smirked, finding this also very adorable. The night had been perfect. He mostly watched Malik try and dance, but that was still the best night of his life. There was something about being with Malik that satisfied all his needs. Well, all except one for tonight. Marik laughed silently to that comment in his head. But he looked at Malik with all the love he felt for him. Maybe what Yami said was right.
Marik rolled his eyes. Yami was right for once. That felt weird coming from him. The words he spoke echoed in his mind. Sometimes life doesn't just work in our favor, but it gives us an outcome we never imagined. Life had changed for him. It was a lot less dark, and more balanced. Maybe that's why Marik and Malik were paired. Even though it wasn't bby choice, and they technically were each other's halves, it still felt nice to have someone like Malik. Even though he was naggy, over emotional, sometimes extremely whiney adn frustrating, Marik loved him.
It was so easy for him to admit that. It was so much easier for him to lie beside him and hold him. Marik moved closer, his arms wrapping around Malik's small waist. The boy shifted in his sleep, but didn't wake up. Marik chuckled, letting his eyes rake over Malik's body. He was perfect in everyway. Everything that made Marik want to scream.. made him exactly the person who lay there now. Yami was right afterall. They were here for the better, and Marik was going to take advantage of that.
Malik was the one he wanted to be with. No one else would fit him better. Literally. Marik chuckled to himself. Leaning down, he took in Malik's scent. It was extremely enticing to him. In the darkness, he moved strands of Malik's blonde hair from his neck. He moved his lips over to his ear. "I love you, Malik," He whispered softly. The smaller one shifted beside him. Malik's lavander eyes fluttered open. "M-M-Marik?" He grumbled. Marik spun him around to look at him.
The teens eyes were heavy, his hair a mess around his face. Marik took his face in his hands and smirked. "I love you," He said. Malik smiled, his face becoming red. "I love you too. Now, is that why you woke me up?" Marik laughed, pulling him closer. "A little bit." He kissed him, first soft and then it became rougher. Malik kissed back, sleep slowly drifting away. The two lie there like that for a while. Marik pulled back and just stared at him. He loved the sight before him. "I could wake up to this every day," He said.
Malik laughed, raising an eyebrow. "You know how cheesy that sounds, right?" Marik nodded, letting out a small laugh as well. "Cheesy or not, I have to get used to this," He said. Malik nodded, kissing him again. "I'll help you with that. This isn't easy for me either, but I like it." Marik agreed. It was deffinately fun and exciting. Marik continued to stare at him. Nothing felt more perfect than this. No more pretending. It was just them.. together. Finally, the darkness within Marik began to emitt.
"Get your ass over here."
The two proved there love to each other. Over... and over... and over... and over... and over again. Because finally, Marik felt like he belonged somewhere. He didn't have to pretend. He definately didn't have to be like everyone else, because he wasn't. Not anyone can say the things they've been through. Sure, Malik sometimes didn't deserve when he had thrown his way, but he accepted it. And that is how they were here now. And they wouldn't have it any other way, then how it is now.