Disclaimer: Despite my sincerest attempts to marry into the title, I will never be the owner of Yu-Gi-Oh.
A/N: I realized that I guaranteed you all a new chapter this month, and so I am ignoring all my friends and homework in order to fulfill my promise. And when Bob the Flying Monkey makes a promise, she never breaks that promise. Never. Except that one time.
It was September 2. Marik knew what day it was. Bakura knew what day it was. And yet, it still alarmed the Brit when he awoke to the sight of his lover sitting on his abdomen with a neatly wrapped box in his arms. "For you," Marik smiled, holding out the present after Bakura rolled over and knocked him onto his side of the bed.
Bakura raised an eyebrow at him. "What's this for?"
"Your birthday, silly kitten. Don't you know when your own birthday is?"
"Marik, you do realize the body I'm in is a loner, right? I don't actually share a birthday with him."
Marik pouted. "Well, I didn't know when your other birthday was, so I made do with what I did know. Now stop complaining and open the darn thing."
Bakura smirked. "As you wish, Diva." Viciously, he ripped apart the package until its innards rested in his hand. Bakura's eyes flashed as he dangled the Millennium Necklace before them. "Marik, how…?"
The Egyptian averted his eyes. "Let's just say I made a compromise I'm not proud of. I know it's not much, but I promised I would help you with your evil plan, and this is my first step in helping you."
Bakura pulled the boy into his lap again, kissed him in the single sunbeam that pierced the room. "Thank you. Now go find the Key."
"But I haven't given you the rest of your birthday presents yet," Marik protested with a sly grin. He plucked the Item from his hand and set it aside on the foot of the bed. Then he pinned down Bakura's arms and straddled his lap, noting with pleasure the small pricks of perspiration beading the other's flesh. "Now, how old are you today?"
"Over 3000."
"Then my tongue is going to be really sore."
Bakura's eyes bulged. "Marik, what are you planning?"
Marik's grin grew wider at the panic is his voice. "You're about to find out." He dipped his head low, hovering an inch from the side of Bakura's face, and pushed his tongue out of his mouth. Then, when his plan became clear to the boy, who started to squirm, Marik dragged his tongue across Bakura's cheek. "One down, 3000 more to go."
"Marik, stop! That's disgusting!" Bakura flailed frantically under the body of his lover, who had to squeeze his knees into his sides to hold on. Marik cackled before licking him again. But Bakura was stronger, even in this fragile body, and finally managed to switch places with Marik so that he had him pinned instead. On top, breathing heavily, Bakura grinned with a mad gleam on his bright teeth. "Now I'm on top. How old are you, Marik?"
"It's not my birthday," he protested, but that and his struggling were useless.
"Last time I checked, you were 16, but I feel like being generous today." In the same, taunting manner, he bent his head and calmly licked the side of Marik's face, taking no precautions to limit his saliva output.
"Ew! Stop! I'll give you anything in the world if you stop right now."
"I've still got millions of dollars. I think I'm good for a while." He gave another long, drawn-out lick.
"No, I'll give you something money can't buy."
"But I already have your love. What else do I need?" Another lick.
"A toothbrush," Marik replied, sticking out his tongue and trying to battle the offending tongue.
"I'll get one as soon as you do."
"Hey! My breath is perfect, thank you. Yours, however, could use some work."
"I'll get right to it as soon as I'm finished." He went in for another attack, but at that moment Marik had managed to free one of his arms, and propelled him by the chest. Bakura struggled to pin his arm back down, but instead became too distracted and was pushed entirely off. The two boys stood on their knees on the bed, a stare down unfolding between them.
"Well, now I can't give you your other present, Fluffy," Marik taunted.
"Why not?"
"Because I don't trust you not to lick me when I try. You may look like a cat, but that doesn't mean it's okay for you to lick me."
Bakura stuck out his tongue. Then he said, "But it's my birthday. You're supposed to treat me nice when it's my birthday."
Marik grinned. "You want me to treat you nice? Go take a shower."
Bakura groaned. "Why don't you take a shower? You got the bulk of the damage in our battle."
"Or we could take a shower together," Marik proposed, something like danger flashing across his eyes. He held out his hand as a peace offering.
Bakura smirked, taking his outstretched hand. "That I'll do."
A/N: Sorry the chapter was so short. I have a project and a speech due tomorrow, so I didn't have time to write much. Hopefully this will hold you over until I have more time.