Malik eyes the ice and the the skates strapped to his feet. Bakura smirks at him. "Stop stalling. It's perfectly simple. Even Ryou can do it."
"It's unnatural," Malik mutters. "And insane." He stands, and immediate grabs the back of the bench for balance.
"So are we," Bakura points out. Malik glares at him. Bakura sighs, rolls his eyes, and lightning-fast reaches out and drags Malik onto the ice. "Coward."
"Bastard," Malik retorts, and takes a shaky step forward. "You are going to owe me so much for this." He cautiously takes another step, and when he fails to fall, another.
"You'll have to catch me first, slowpoke," Bakura says, and darts off to the other side of the rink. Malik snarls, and gives chase.
"I told you it was easy," Bakura says when they're both slightly out of breath from five high-speed laps around the rink.
"You are such a bastard," Malik says. "I had better get some really good sex out of this." Behind him, he hears a choking noise. When he turns, he sees Yugi and Ryou, both blushing slightly. He turns back to Bakura. "Or else I'm leaving you for them." Then he runs like hell.