Day 5: Thiefshipping (Marik/Bakura) - "Eggnog"

(Again, is there anyone who doesn't actually know this ship? lol)

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Marik strolled into the living room to find Bakura stirring a large bowl of… something. "What's that?"

"Dunno, some crap my host made. Supposed to be 'festive', apparently."

Marik peered over Bakura's shoulder into the bowl. "It looks like dirty milk."

Bakura shrugged. "It's called eggnog. Apparently it's good." Bakura scooped up a ladleful and let it dribble back into the bowl. "I agree with you, though."

"Well, I doubt he'd be trying to poison you, he needs the body too." Marik gave the bowl one more sceptical look before shrugging. "Let's try it. He usually has good taste." Marik grabbed one of the glasses next to the punch bowl and held it out expectantly.

"Yeah, I guess." Bakura dunked the ladle back in to serve them each a glass. He gave it his own sceptical look before raising it in a mocking toast. "To festive shit."

Marik laughed. "To festive shit." He clicked the glasses together and took a sip. His eyes went wide. "Wow, that's actually really good."

Bakura grunted and took a swig himself. He blinked. "Huh. Yeah, it is." He took a deeper drink. "Creamy."

Marik smirked. "You'd know all about that, wouldn't you?"

"Ha-fucking-ha."

Marik took another sip and licked his lips before giving the bowl a sideways look. "Did Ryou happen to mention anything about booze in this?"

"I didn't really listen." Bakura knocked back the rest of his drink. "Who cares, it's good. I'm having more."

They were on their third glass when Marik nodded with conviction. "There is definitely booze in this." He smacked his lips. "'S good."

"Yup." Bakura cheerfully sloshed more in their glasses and leaned heavily on Marik's shoulder. "Very festive an' shit." He nuzzled his face into Marik's neck as he spoke.

Marik giggled – er, chuckled. "Are you trying to cuddle me?"

Bakura rubbed a cheek along Marik's shoulder and flung a leg across his lap. "No."

Marik burst out laughing again. "You are!"

"Nope." Bakura popped the 'p' and reached forward to slosh them some more eggnog before settling back against Marik.

Marik happily accepted the drink with one hand, and wound his other arm around Bakura's middle to shift him closer. "This stuff is really weirdly strong."

"Yeah, whatever. Ryou's good at sweet shit."

They worked their way through more of the eggnog than they really should have over the course of the evening. At some point, Bakura ended up straddling Marik's lap, whispering sappy nonsense into his ear and insisting that he had to steal all the kisses for himself because he was the masterest of master thieves and he had a reputation to uphold, you know. It wasn't long after that their limbs ended up too tangled together to reach the last of the eggnog, and the warmth and comfort of the couch lulled them to sleep.

The next morning's headaches would be unpleasant, to say the least. But for now, the moment was perfect.