Day 13: Citronshipping (Thief King/Marik) - "Hot chocolate"
(An unofficial continuation of the Eggnog prompt earlier, but you don't actually have to read it first)
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Bakura followed his nose into the kitchen, where he found Marik busily stirring a put on the stove. He peered over Marik's shoulder. "What're you making this time?"
Marik turned his head to brush a kiss along Bakura's scar, and Bakura stepped back a bit, satisfied. "A nice holiday drink."
"More of that eggnog?" Bakura frowned and peered more closely at the pot.
"No, that's Ryou's thing. This is just hot cocoa."
Bakura gave a sharp nod. "Good. Eggnog leads to headaches, especially now that I can't steal Ryou's alcohol tolerance anymore."
Marik smirked. "But you're so wonderfully cuddly after a few cups. Maybe we should sneak some peppermint schnapps in your cocoa for good measure."
"Gods no. I'll cuddle you sober if you're all that desperate for it." Bakura wound his arms loosely around Marik's waist to prove his point.
Marik laughed. "Is that so? All I ever had to do to turn you into a total sap was threaten you with schnapps? Damn, I wish I'd known that in Battle City."
"The secret dies with you."
"Yeah, yeah, I'll protect what's left of your reputation." Marik gently nudged at Bakura's arms. "Let me go for now, though, I need to get us some mugs."
Bakura dropped his hold and waited patiently for his drink. He took a deep breath of the steam as soon as he had it in hand. "This smells good. Really good. You might be ready to challenge Ryou."
Marik poured himself a mug and shook his head. "I wouldn't dare." Drink in hand, he settled next to Bakura on the counter. He held the mug up. "To conning cuddles out of gullible idiots."
Bakura smirked and clinked their mugs together. "To assholes who will keep their mouths shut if they know what's good for them."
Marik laughed, and took a sip. Hmm, that actually was pretty good – not that Ryou would ever find out he thought that.