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Handcuffs
After they had moved out of Isis's flat, the first thing Malik and his yami did were distinguish who would do what around their new apartment.
Unfortunately, due to how stubborn his yami was (and how Malik ended up getting shut up by somehow ending up handcuffed to the bed) Malik ended up with pretty much all the work around the house. 'Pretty much' was an understatement, though--Malik did everything except the grocery shopping (Marik wanted to do that. Malik wasn't sure why).
Today, Malik was busy "cleaning the house." Which is what he told Marik to get him to go away for a while. Really, Malik was looking for something very important. Well, actually, it was quite unimportant, in fact, very much unneeded, which was why Malik was looking for it.
As Malik carefully slid open each of the drawers of Marik's clothes, he kept an eye out for hidden handcuffs. Malik dreaded the way his darkness would whip the device out of nowhere and the next thing that happened would be the poor Hikari on the ground handcuffed to some unmovable object (like the couch, coffee table, or a leg of the bed) and quite unable to get away from his yami.
Malik sometimes did wonder why Marik still insisted on ambushing him during the day when he had him every night anyways.
Malik closed the drawer and decided that he better start making dinner and hoped for better luck tomorrow in finding the dreaded (and pointless, in his opinion) metal contraption.
"Hikaaaaariiii-pretty..." a purr in his ear nearly made Malik jump out of his skin.
"Marik! Aren't you supposed to be grocery shopping?"
"I'm back, hikari-pretty," replied Marik, motioning to the dining table, which had a large number of brown paper bags upon it.
Malik groaned. "Stop calling me that."
"Why not, hikari-pretty?"
Malik suddenly felt like turning around and punching his yami, despite the consequences.
"Hikaaaaari-pretty," teased Marik again, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around his adorable little light.
Malik groaned. Marik was such a nuisance. He turned around and tried to push the darkness away, but Marik caught his wrist. The Hikari tried to free his wrist, but it was in vain.
Chink.
The next thing Malik was aware of was that he was in handcuffs. Again.
It occured to him that Marik probably just carried the contraption with him everywhere and searching for them had been a big waste of time.
Oh well, thought the light, moaning as another pair of lips worked upon his.
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A/N: Oookay...not a great success...I think that was the most pointless thing I ever wrote... Anyways, thanks for reading.