***Okay. I just wrote this - like two minutes ago - because of supersteffy's review. She had a valid point. So, if you like it, thank her.***
Marik tugged at the blanket wrapped around Bakura. "What are you, a baby bird? You're wrapped up in a little nest."
Already starting to doze, Bakura opened one eye to glare at Marik. "I prefer the term thief's den."
"Well?" Marik tugged at the blanket with both hands, but it was too cocooned around Bakura for him to make much progress.
"Well what?"
"Are you going to untangle yourself so I can go to bed?"
"Screw you. That's what you get for taking so long to get ready for bed."
"Well, I have to moisturize."
Bakura smirked, his face mostly buried under the comforter. "You're so gay."
"Said the bottom to the top."
"Have fun sleeping without a blanket."
"Fine. You want to stay in your little bundle? Fine." Marik flopped on top of Bakura, his body on top of Bakura's and his limbs spread out to each side. "Goodnight, asshole."
They lay like that for a full minute before Bakura spoke. "So . . ."
"So are you going to untangle yourself from the blanket?"
"What's in it for me if I do?"
"I get off of you."
Bakura smirked again. "What if I let you beneath the covers . . . but you stay on top of me."
Marik shifted so Bakura could fix the comforter. He shook his head at Bakura. "You have an odd notion of foreplay, you know that right?"
