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Fandom: Yugioh
Characters: Yami Bakura/Malik Ishtar
Prompt: # 59: Food

Word Count: 624
Rating: M for safety.

Warning(s): Au. Yaoi. No spoilers here.

Summary: "Kitchen's closed!" Bakura called over his shoulder, not taking any notice as he continued to work.

Chapters: 13/100

Chapter 13: Food.

Malik stepped out of the small cafe, pulling his jacket about his body to keep warm against the chilly night. He rubbed his gloved hands together and started down the steps. Stopping as he glanced across the street into the large windows, Malik could see him perfectly.

Bakura.

The pale older male was carrying a tray full of dirty dishes and wiping down tables. His hair pulled up into a high pony-tail, his shirt was rumbled from working, the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his apron was stained. Bakura turned from the table, his arms full and vanished from sight.

Malik pouted, he liked nothing more than watching the older male. Bakura was always the best thing Malik had seen all day and it was always an added bonus to be able to see him at the end of every shift, through coincidence only that they both worked across the street from each other.

Malik had always fantasized about a little lunch time rendezvous at the hotel just five minutes down the street. His fear of being rejected or laughed at gave him the option to play a stalker.

Malik crossed the street, walking by the restaurant and stopped at the alleyway, passed the chiefs that were standing about outside talking and smoking, through the back door... there was Bakura, hunched over a sink full of hot water, scrubbing at pots and pans; steam rose up making his normally wild hair limp and lifeless.

Malik took one long last look, to keep him going until he could see the other again. He turned and walked away, "Bakura." Malik stopped at hearing the name and turned back around. "Need you to close up." Ordered a man as he exited the kitchen, everyone else followed in a large group, talking happily and joking.

Malik frowned as they walked around him, over hearing the group talking about a strip bar. Malik yelped as one of them slapped his backside rather hard followed by a few low vulgar comments.

Malik rubbing his rear-end walked away, heading down the street.

Bakura wiped the sweat from his brow and the back of his neck, glancing at his watch that just turned two am, sighing as he turned around and headed for the kitchen. He still had about an hour's worth of work before he could think about going home. The bastards left him to do their work; they knew he needed the money and wouldn't say anything or turn down anything they threw his way.

There was a soft knock on the back door that was just behind him, "Kitchen's closed!" Bakura called over his shoulder, not taking any notice as he continued to work, mopping the floors. Late night visitors often knocked for leftovers, but tonight there wasn't any to give out, Monday nights were always slow.

"It's a good thing then." Bakura turned about to see Malik standing in the doorway. "I found a kitchen that was open." Malik held up a bag of hot food. "Which is hard for this time of night or should I say morning."

"I don't really have the time to..."

"Eat." Malik finished for him. "Please, what are you running on, air?"

Malik approached him forcing Bakura to back up; he was stopped by a counter. Malik stood before him and rather close, that Bakura could smell not only the food but the male before him. Malik reached up pulling down two plates.

"Table for two please," Malik asked with a soft grin.

Bakura turned about pulling out to glasses and walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine and a few candles. "This way, Sir," Bakura grinned, leading Malik out into the empty dining area.

Yeah, Food wasn't the easiest to come up with. I'm updating Fragments to keep all of your going until I can get the others posted. Review (love and cookies)