It was a new morning before leaving Egypt, Bakura woke up with his head on the chest of his companion Marik, who was still sleeping soundly and who probably had slept like this all night, because if he had woken up at some point he would surely have pushed him away. The Caucasian boy took a moment to admire the beauty of the brunette, felt the urge to give him a little kiss on the lips, but he knew it was not a good idea, although he believed that all the attraction to Marik was for his body, deep down Bakura knew that he felt something more for him, that he did not feel for Melvin, and that complicated things, he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before getting out of bed.
When he got out of bed he realized that he was completely naked, and looked around, "Where the hell are my bloody pants ?!" he thought, and then he was curious to know if his friend was in the same conditions, He lifted the sheets to find out, but Marik was wearing his underwear, in addition to his black sleeveless shirt, which appealed to him anyway, he put it back on and luckily found both his underwear and pants on the side of the bed , and he placed them slowly, he was a little sore from the intense night he had had with Melvin, remembering he blushed a little, and just at that moment Marik started to wake up, his head seemed to hurt, Bakura was keeping in his suitcase surreptitiously the pink dildo with which they had been "playing" at night.
-Bakorra ... why do not I remember anything last night? - Asked with a suspicious look while rubbing his head.
-Maybe because you were drinking all day ...- replied the albino trying to avoid more questions.
-WILL YOU STAND WITH MELVIN ?! - the brunette almost certain of the answer now asked aloud.
-Maybe ...- Bakura replied with a mischievous smile that said too much, Marik spied quickly under his sheets to see a bit of the crime scene.
-BAKORRA ! I forbid you to penetrate my body, any type of penetration is forbidden, even with your for nothing disguised pink toy! - He shouted enraged from the bed - are my rules -said as last statement before crossing his arms angry.
-But ... then ... you can penetrate me? - he asked with a perverted and mocking smile at the same time.
-I prefer ... to secure my butt-concisely replied the brunette and got up from the bed to go quickly to the bathroom to take a shower.
-Hey! I was going to bathe first! - Bakura demanded loudly so that the other could hear him.
-Too late! And no, we're not going to shower together ! - replied the blonde from the bathroom.
-Good, but hurry or we will lose our flight ! - shouted, ending the conversation the albino.
Once they were both clean and had all their things packed, they do the "check out" in the hotel and went to the parking lot in search of Marik's car, to start their trip to the airport, which was quite long. Marik had put a list of songs he had to listen to while driving through the desert, which included besides Hotel California and A Horse Without Name, songs like "Sultans Of Swing", "Have You Ever Seen The Rain?" And "Fortunate Son", and all the songs he hummed while driving and Bakura was only designated to sink in his seat crossed arms.
-You have already chosen your costume for the party? I noticed that it falls just for the week of Halloween - Bakura commented to break the ice, which was weird because it was almost always Marik who talked nonstop.
-Yes! But it's a surprise ! I am very excited! - replied the brunette very cheerfully from time to time directing his eyes to his co-pilot.
-Great ... because I was thinking that you could help me with mine, my costume, you know, I think you know something about makeup and those things -said the albino to continue the conversation, since the subject seemed to interest his partner a lot.
-Of course! It's going to be fun Bakorra! You see? In that kind of thing, Melvin can't help you -the blonde replied with misgivings, began to send bad comments towards his counterpart, and Bakura knew that he did it out of jealousy.
They talked a lot along the way, although sometimes Marik would take a long time to answer because he could not avoid singing a song, finally they arrived at the Cairo Airport. And they arrived almost in time to take their flight, Marik had a hard time putting aside his pink Cadillac, he had taken a lot of affection, but Bakura tried to lift him up in spirit by reminding him that his beloved motorcycle was waiting for him, which was, in principle, what he liked best on the surface, perhaps.
Once on the plane, Marik set up his travel pillow and put on some sleep masks, since the trip is quite long, about 10 hours, even though they were traveling in 1st class, since, for Marik, money was not a problem, before going to sleep the last thing he saw was Bakura reading, ignoring his surroundings. The brunette slept peacefully a couple of hours, the seats in that sector were wide and comfortable, but at a certain moment something disoriented woke up, and he felt that he had already rested too much, he looked towards the side of the window in search of his companion, who He was apparently eating, but he noticed something strange about him, and there was just a bit of dawn light coming through the window.
-Mmm, Bakorra, are we there?- The brunette asked numbly, and then his companion turned to see him, and there he could see, that it was not really Bakura, well, if it was, it was only that it was the Bakura he did not use to interact with, he looked at him curiously, his cheeks were full of food, like a hamster, in fact he looked a lot like an adorable hamster with his eyes and so on, he swallowed before answering.
-Oh, Hi, you must be the friend of ... him, I'm Bakura too! Ryo Bakura - responded introducing himself with a tone of joy, Marik still looked at him without saying anything -he almost always forgets to feed my body well, that's why when I get back to being I am so hungry ! - continued speaking lonely the British boy, and Then he put more mouthfuls of food into his mouth.
Marik was not used to talking to Ryo, unless Bakura was pretending to be him, although he remembers that on some occasion he had to carry him in his arms because of his partner's plan to self-harm, anyway. The brunette thought that, since Bakura got along with Melvin, he could get along with his alter ego, or at least try.
-How's the food?- Asked the blonde with forced kindness.
-Delicious! Do you want to try it? - Ryo extended with his fork a bite of steak to Marik, who bit into a fork to eat the bite, the albino actually expected him to take the fork with his hands, but it seemed adorable - and how was it?
-I think I'm going to order food too, do you think they have ... tacos? You know, better forget it, I do not want tacos, not after the last time, -Marik commented, although the other did not understand anything, but he was sure that Florence was listening to him from inside the millennium ring.
-Do you think they have tea? I like tea, you know? I'm British- the albino said without much reason.
-I thought you were gay-answered Marik.
-I'm not gay! - the albino complained.
-Me neither!- Replied the brunet, and then called the stewardess to bring food to him, and tea to his partner.
Later Marik was telling Ryo everything that bothered him about the other Bakura, from the hair in the shower to his unrequited feelings, while the albino drank tea and swallowed toast with strawberry jam, he was not really paying much attention , but what the brunette wanted was to let off steam and maybe Bakura will hear it from the ring. Ryo also took the opportunity to complain about Bakura for some things he was doing while using his body, basically they agreed to criticize him.
When he ate so much albino gave him some sleep, and asked Marik if it would not bother him to rest his head on his legs to use it as a pillow and have more comfort, and that one not very sure accepted. Ryo fell asleep almost immediately, and the blond began to observe the delicate features of his face, reflected in a faint light of dawn, his face looked almost angelic and his hair looked so soft that it made him want to caress it.
-No, homosexual impulse!- Marik muttered to himself -I hope that Bakorra did not listen to that- he reflected, but that spirit had not really listened to him- I'm going to kill him for letting me take care of this stupid Briton- he complained, although In reality, poor Ryo had not done anything to upset him - I will take revenge!
They spent about 2 hours of sleep for Bakura's body, and in fact an hour ago the brunette had fallen asleep again, with his mouth between open, drooling and snoring very slightly, the albino had been awakened again being the millennial spirit. He looked a little disoriented around him, could not remember when he had been conscious for the last time or how much was missing to arrive, in fact, luckily he remembered that he was on a flight with Marik. Looking around he realized that he was lying on the lap of his partner, which seemed strange to him in part, he turned to look at the tan who still slept, settled into his own seat and began to wake him up.
-Marik? Marik! - Said the albino while shaking a little the shoulder to his partner, and he began to become aware.
-Bakorra ..? - He said as he opened his eyes and watched better, but suddenly began to laugh almost madly out of nowhere.
-See yourself! - Marik replied as he extended a pocket mirror to his partner, and he looked at his reflection. In what he was asleep, Marik had used to draw a French mustache Bakura with makeup (the French are the natural enemies of the British) in addition to arched eyebrows to make him look angry, and painted his lips making a heart shape It looked pretty funny.
-What the hell ... you're a child fool! -The albino complained trying not to raise his voice too much, while his friend was still laughing, he sighed in annoyance- I have to go and wash this, anyway, why do you have lipstick?
- Do not turn it against me, you look funny! It's my revenge for everything these days! - Said the brunet, still happy for the result of his mischief.
-I hope no one will see me on the way to the bathroom- Bakura said before getting up from his seat to go wash his face.
He tried to cover his face a bit with his long hair and walked looking down so no one could see his face, he was so close to the goal, to get to the wash, but a few steps before he ran into a stewardess for not looking forward, because of of this she stared at his face, and began to make a contained laugh in which she moved quickly not to laugh in her face, "you bloody winky..." Bakura muttered angry now red with embarrassment.