The Two, Who Are Demented, And Insane
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'I used to be schizophrenic, but now we're just fine.'
Malik sighed. "And the thing is, I can't even really get mad about this one."
One platinum blond brow climbing up into hair of the same shade, Marik demanded, "Why not?"
"Because it's true," Malik said, lacklusterly folding the navy blue T-shirt into a compact square and stuffing it into the back of one of his dresser drawers. He might never wear it, but he certainly wasn't going to just throw it away…
"Just because it's true, doesn't mean we have to like it," Marik pointed out.
"Yeah, but since it is true, we can't be too vindictive in our retaliation," Malik replied. "It'd be going overboard, and Isis'll make us put a stop to this game of prank tag if we get really cruel in our taunts."
Marik just stood there, staring at his lover for a few moments, before he collapsed onto the bed. "Whew!" He let out a heavy sigh. "For a minute there, I was afraid you were going to say we couldn't even take retaliation."
Blinking at his lover, Malik's eyes narrowed. His voice in a dangerously even tone, he said, "You're kidding, right? Just because the insult they sent us is true, doesn't mean I'm going to let them off the hook. This is war, Marik; there's no way I'm not getting them back."
"Glad to see you haven't lost your edge," Marik said, grinning slightly.
One eyebrow crooked at his lover, Malik pulled out his Millennium Rod and brandished it, drawling, "My edge is still sharp enough to cut your throat, lover." He purred the last word in husky tones, eyes glinting with humor, mischief, and lust.
Marik gulped, his cock hardening in his jeans. Ra, his hikari was so sexy when he got dominating…
And it was definitely demented to want his lover out of control. But he could care less.