A/N: Maybe things will start to get interesting from now on... hmmm...

Another week had passed without much fuss. The building was cleaner now since they had spent some time cleaning it all through the week and it was starting to resemble a place where humans could live in. Most of the blood never came off but it didn't bother Malik so much anymore, now that he had gotten used to it and didn't pay attention to it. What he did pay attention to, however, was the change in his sleeping habits. Some time during last week, after the dream he had about Bakura, he would find himself using the other as a pillow or just otherwise huddled were close to him. In the morning he would always realize this, blush and apologize. To this the other would grunt or 'hm' and leave off to somewhere, to do whatever he needed to be doing.

Malik wondered if the thief was angry about it or just indifferent, like it didn't matter to him how their sleeping arrangements were. To Malik it did matter; he slept better these days and hoped that it didn't piss the other off terribly. Though somehow he doubted that it did... Sometimes, when he was cleaning or doing whatever, he could spot or feel Bakura watching him, wearing a slight frown or otherwise thoughtful expression. It made him a bit nervous and puzzled but he had yet to ask Bakura about it. He had decided that he would, maybe today, in the evening when they were going to sleep. All he needed to do now was to figure out how to go with it...

Of course Bakura had noticed the second he first laid eyes on the boy that he was beautiful, that was one of the reasons he had taken him with him back then. But Malik wasn't just a pretty thing among all the pretty things he owned, he was something more. It wasn't quite clear to the thief what was that "more" and that's what he had been trying to figure out, ever since he had kissed the boy in his sleep.

Sure the boy was nice to look at and Bakura was sure that he had been caught doing that more than once, but never did the other bring it up. He concluded that it was because he either didn't care or wasn't otherwise bothered by it. Though the child did seem to be a bit on edge every time he caught him staring...

He should stop, just stop and think about something else entirely but it was easier said than done, especially since they shared their living space with each other. Speaking of sharing living space; Bakura had noted the change in Malik's sleeping habits. He would sleep much closer and sometimes partly on top of him, which was a bit awkward because if Bakura were to wake up, he could never go back to sleep. Maybe he should ask him about it... That could reveal something interesting. Or then it would just reveal something like it was too cold to sleep in the building...

"I seriously want to know but I'm not sure what I should do..." Pharaoh had became Malik's almost constant listener of daily rants. The horse never minded his company and always listened what he had to say. "It's nice to have his attention but he could like, talk to me or something once in a while... What do you think? Should I just go right ahead and ask about it?"

The horse kept eating his hey, ears towards the boy but of course didn't answer. Malik sighed. "You're really nice and all but sometimes I just wish you could talk..." The boy said to the horse. "It would make things easier, you know. I would someone to advise me." He sighed again. "You probably never have problems like this. It must be easy to be a horse, just eat and take people around... and if you ever meet another horse you like, you can just make baby horses with her." Malik then realized where he was taking this one sided conversation. "I don't mean that I like him like that! At least I don't think..." He looked down. "How am I supposed to know if I do or don't?" The horse, not so surprisingly, had no comment on that.

Malik got up from the ground he had been sitting on. "You are not helpful!" Pharaoh looked at him, puzzled of why was he being yelled at. "I'm sorry boy... I didn't mean that, you are the world's best listener." The boy petted the horse. "I just need to... I should talk to him tonight like I planned to." His voice was determent now. "Yes, he will have to explain his behavior to me and then we can just go back to be like we were, right?" No answer. "Right."

Pharaoh just kept munching on his food loudly and Malik realized that he was hungry too. He had not eaten anything since that morning and decided that he should so he started to head back to the building. It was well past midday now but it was, of course, still hot, it was always hot, except by night when it was cold... The boy found himself wondering why did people live here at all but just shrugged it of as something that just was so. Many things seemed to be like that... Like the fact that he had started to like the thief at all in the first place, he just had and couldn't explain it.

Bakura had kept himself busy the whole day but now he was actually tired. He lay down and sighed deeply. Now he had to think since he couldn't do anything else, or maybe he was too tired to do that... That would be nice for a change...

Malik was somewhere, he should get back before it got dark. And because he really needed to talk to him about... stuff. Ask a few questions maybe.

"Um, Bakura?"

The thief turned to look at the boy who had just stepped into the room and was looking a bit shy about something. Malik came to sit next to him and glanced between the floor and him.

"Can I ask you something?" The boy asked carefully.

"..Sure." He just wondered what could it be...

"Uh well... Actually I a few questions..." Malik paused. "Are bothered by me sleeping closer to you? Because if you are I could... not do that... And what's with the staring? I've been wondering that for a while and it would be nice to know... And how do you know if you like someone? I mean, like that, like, like like?" He spoke very quickly and at first the thief just blinked.

"Uh... Come again?" Bakura had to think back on the questions.

"Don't make me say all that again..." Malik mumbled.

"Well... About the sleeping; not... much... I mean you don't have to... do anything about it..." Why was he being so awkward about this? "I have been staring? I haven't noticed..." A suspicious look from the boy. "Stop looking at me like that."

"But-"

"Let me answer everything first." Bakura interrupted. "Why are you asking about liking someone?"

"I just want to know..." Malik didn't look at the other.

"Ok... I don't like people so I'm not the best person to ask from. What made you wonder about that anyway?" That he really wanted to know. Was the boy crushing on someone?

Malik blushed, still not looking up from his hands. "There was something that made me think... I had this dream..."

"Oh? What kind of dream?"

"Ah well..." The boy looked really awkward now, fiddling with his fingers and looking around, as if looking for a way out.

"Well?" The thief pressed on, curious now.

Malik mumbled something inaudible really quickly and turned very red. Bakura didn't quite hear that so he asked again and the boy looked about ready to die out of embarrassment.

"Ihadadreamwhereyoukissedme." The boy said, still very quickly but at least it was audible now.

"Oh." Well damn. "When did you see it?" The thief asked quietly.

"D-does that matter?"

"Kind of..." He looked away from the boy's red face. "It might not have been a dream..."

Now Malik finally looked at him again, a bit confused. "What do you mean?"

Bakura glanced at the boy and his mind went 'to hell with it' and he placed his hands on each side of the boy's face and bent down a bit to capture his lips. Malik's eyes went wide like saucers and he seemed frozen in place. The thief pulled away quickly to look into the wide eyes.

"That night, after we came back from the town... I kissed you while you were asleep." He paused to search for any disgusted feelings. When he found none, he continued. "Because... I think that you're, kind of... special.." That had been very difficult to actually say out loud. "Maybe I shouldn't have... I didn't have your permission..."

"T-that's ok." Malik said with a small smile, though still looking a bit taken back. "I didn't really mind..." He blushed again.

Bakura looked a bit surprised now but allowed a smile to slip on his face. "Good." He kissed the boy's forehead this time and felt the smaller body relax a bit under his touch.

Malik wrapped his arms around the other's neck to a hug. "I... I think I know how do you know if you like someone now..." He whispered, making the thief smile again.

"I'm glad I could teach you."

A/N: Aw :) Man, I feel all fluffyfied now xD

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