It's not like Malik hasn't done this before; the day he discovered popsicles, for example, will live in Bakura's memory as one of the most torturous, and most pleasant, occasions of his life. But this is somehow different.
Maybe it's because this time, he seems so unaware of what exactly he's doing. Curled up in front of the fire with his deck, the ever-present blanket (because Malik simply cannot retain heat in this weather), and that damned candy cane in his mouth, he doesn't appear to be aware of the outside world at all. He looks ...innocent.
It's the wrongest thing Bakura has ever seen, and he's a hair away from exploding with lust.
Then Malik
sucks just a little harder on his sweet, and gives a little hum of
happiness, and Bakura pounces. Cards go flying, and Malik hits
the floor with a thud, biting the candy cane in half.
"Finally,"
Malik says, grinning up at Bakura and licking his lips. "Thought
I'd have to start doing a strip tease or something."
Bakura growls and bites at his mouth. Their kisses that night taste of peppermint and blood.