Jounochi trailed kisses up Marik's chest. "Marik," kiss, "do you," kiss,
"love me?" kiss.
"Yes," he whispered, trailing his fingers through Jou's hair.
Jounochi laid his head on Marik's chest and began tracing small, random patterns on Marik's hip. "I love you, too," he whispered.
Marik tilted Jou's chin up to look him in the eyes. "Do you really mean that?"
"Yes?" Jou said, unsure. "Is that a bad thing?"
Marik shook his head, smiling. Drawing him into a kiss, he laughed, "It's the greatest thing ever."
Jou inched his way up to capture Marik's lips with his. "I love you," he breathed.
"I love you,"Marik moaned, pulling Jounochi's shirt off.
Jounochi began tugging at Marik's shirt, pulling it off. There breaths quickened as their hands trailed over each other's bodies, begging for more.
Marik moaned loudly as Jounochi began sucking at his nipple, gasping as Jou's tongue trailed over his member, screaming as Jou thrust in him.
~~~
Jou blinked his eyes open. Someone had the radio on too loud and was singing off-key.
He rolled over on his side to see if Marik was awake. When he saw no one lying there, he sat up, instantly awake.
//Flashback//
Jou opened his eyes sleepily, then jolted awake when he saw no one next to him in bed. "Kaiba?" he said a bit frantically.
The brunette glanced up from his briefcase. "Hmm?"
"Where ya going?"
"Work."
"Work? It's too early."
"That's why I didn't wake you."
"Don't do that again."
"Do what?"
"Let me wake up alone."
"Promise."
//End//
It had been early in their relationship, when Jounochi had finally admit to liking Kaiba. Kaiba had discovered several insecurities Jou had, including waking up alone after falling asleep together. Jounochi didn't like to be alone, period, but he felt especially vulnerable after giving Kaiba a piece of him. So, no matter how much Kaiba had wanted his puppy to sleep, he'd always wake him up to say goodbye. If he didn't, he'd end up finding Jounochi staring at him uneasy when he got home.
So, even when Kaiba was sleeping with other people, he still woke his puppy up to say goodbye.
Of course, Marik didn't know this.
Jounochi got up slowly, pulling his clothes on. This having been the first time they slept together, he felt even weirder not finding Marik there. ~What if he regretted it? What if he wants me to leave? Does he want to break up?~ He walked slowly out of the room, to find his ivory-haired friend, dancing around the room with a frilly apron on.
Jounochi stared at him, silent, waiting for him to notice. When the song ended, he turned around, seeing the blonde stare at him. He laughed nervously. "Um...fifty bucks says you never saw that."
Jou shrugged. "Deal." He held out his hand. Bakura reached into his pocket and counted out his money. Jou pocketed the money, and asked softly, "Do you know where Marik is?"
"Museum called him. Said they found some kind of arty facts."
"Artifacts?" Jou corrected him.
"Yeah, he left in a hurry. Barley had time to put on his pants and tell me not to kill anyone why he was gone." Bakura gave him a fang-y smile.
"And the apron?" Jou asked, eyebrows raised. He felt a lot more relieved about waking up alone.
"I didn't want to get anything on me," he said like it made perfect sense.
That's when Jounochi noticed the smell of cooked food. He followed his nose into the kitchen. "What did you make?" he asked, still sniffing the air like a curious puppy.
"Panda cakes."
Jou winced at that, then noticed the open box. "You mean pancakes."
"Yeah, whatever. I like my way better. You want some?"
"Sure!" Jou sat down at the table. Bakura loaded his plate with pancakes and dumped syrup on it.
By the time they had finished all the pancakes, Jounochi had forgotten about the way he had felt this morning.
~~~
Marik came bounding into the room happily. "Bakura! You'll never guess what they found!"
Bakura raised his eyebrow from the newspaper. "You're right. And I don't care."
"Of course you do." He thrust a Polaroid in front of Bakura. "Look familiar?"
Bakura grabbed my picture. "That's my knife! Well...it used to be... How'd you--?"
"Right there," he pointed at the faint marking on it. "King Thief Bakura- sama."
Bakura laughed. "So where is it and when can I get it?"
"Well, uh, at the museum, on display and never."
"What?! It's my knife!"
"Hard to explain that a 3,000 year old spirit wants his knife back."
Bakura crossed his arms. "Assholes."
"So...where's Jounochi?"
"He went home... You know, Marik... I don't want you to think I'd get between you guys. I want you happy."
Marik smiled, sitting down next to him. "Arigoto, that means a lot, Bakura."
"So...sex...did you like it in love?"
Marik smiled. "What makes you think I'd tell you?"
"I'm the only reason you guys hooked up. He wouldn't have come anywhere near you if I hadn't carried him over."
"It was...different. From being with you. Not bad, not better. Just...different."
"Well...okay...not much you can say to respond to that."
Marik shook his head. "So I'm in love. What's next?"
"The rest of your guys' life. Moving in together, shit like that. I don't know." Bakura picked the paper back up, reading it.
"Good murder article?" Marik asked, standing up and walking to the kitchen.
"No...article about the relief the guy feels over not seeing Jou and Kaiba together all the time. It's called 'Relief From In-Your-Face Couple.' Talk about bullshit. They only care because he's gay. If he had some girl in everyone's face, no one would."
"You sound like you want them together, Baku," Marik murmured.
Bakura sighed. "You and Jounochi are both my friends. I want him happy, too. I just hope his happiness and yours clash."
"Yes," he whispered, trailing his fingers through Jou's hair.
Jounochi laid his head on Marik's chest and began tracing small, random patterns on Marik's hip. "I love you, too," he whispered.
Marik tilted Jou's chin up to look him in the eyes. "Do you really mean that?"
"Yes?" Jou said, unsure. "Is that a bad thing?"
Marik shook his head, smiling. Drawing him into a kiss, he laughed, "It's the greatest thing ever."
Jou inched his way up to capture Marik's lips with his. "I love you," he breathed.
"I love you,"Marik moaned, pulling Jounochi's shirt off.
Jounochi began tugging at Marik's shirt, pulling it off. There breaths quickened as their hands trailed over each other's bodies, begging for more.
Marik moaned loudly as Jounochi began sucking at his nipple, gasping as Jou's tongue trailed over his member, screaming as Jou thrust in him.
~~~
Jou blinked his eyes open. Someone had the radio on too loud and was singing off-key.
He rolled over on his side to see if Marik was awake. When he saw no one lying there, he sat up, instantly awake.
//Flashback//
Jou opened his eyes sleepily, then jolted awake when he saw no one next to him in bed. "Kaiba?" he said a bit frantically.
The brunette glanced up from his briefcase. "Hmm?"
"Where ya going?"
"Work."
"Work? It's too early."
"That's why I didn't wake you."
"Don't do that again."
"Do what?"
"Let me wake up alone."
"Promise."
//End//
It had been early in their relationship, when Jounochi had finally admit to liking Kaiba. Kaiba had discovered several insecurities Jou had, including waking up alone after falling asleep together. Jounochi didn't like to be alone, period, but he felt especially vulnerable after giving Kaiba a piece of him. So, no matter how much Kaiba had wanted his puppy to sleep, he'd always wake him up to say goodbye. If he didn't, he'd end up finding Jounochi staring at him uneasy when he got home.
So, even when Kaiba was sleeping with other people, he still woke his puppy up to say goodbye.
Of course, Marik didn't know this.
Jounochi got up slowly, pulling his clothes on. This having been the first time they slept together, he felt even weirder not finding Marik there. ~What if he regretted it? What if he wants me to leave? Does he want to break up?~ He walked slowly out of the room, to find his ivory-haired friend, dancing around the room with a frilly apron on.
Jounochi stared at him, silent, waiting for him to notice. When the song ended, he turned around, seeing the blonde stare at him. He laughed nervously. "Um...fifty bucks says you never saw that."
Jou shrugged. "Deal." He held out his hand. Bakura reached into his pocket and counted out his money. Jou pocketed the money, and asked softly, "Do you know where Marik is?"
"Museum called him. Said they found some kind of arty facts."
"Artifacts?" Jou corrected him.
"Yeah, he left in a hurry. Barley had time to put on his pants and tell me not to kill anyone why he was gone." Bakura gave him a fang-y smile.
"And the apron?" Jou asked, eyebrows raised. He felt a lot more relieved about waking up alone.
"I didn't want to get anything on me," he said like it made perfect sense.
That's when Jounochi noticed the smell of cooked food. He followed his nose into the kitchen. "What did you make?" he asked, still sniffing the air like a curious puppy.
"Panda cakes."
Jou winced at that, then noticed the open box. "You mean pancakes."
"Yeah, whatever. I like my way better. You want some?"
"Sure!" Jou sat down at the table. Bakura loaded his plate with pancakes and dumped syrup on it.
By the time they had finished all the pancakes, Jounochi had forgotten about the way he had felt this morning.
~~~
Marik came bounding into the room happily. "Bakura! You'll never guess what they found!"
Bakura raised his eyebrow from the newspaper. "You're right. And I don't care."
"Of course you do." He thrust a Polaroid in front of Bakura. "Look familiar?"
Bakura grabbed my picture. "That's my knife! Well...it used to be... How'd you--?"
"Right there," he pointed at the faint marking on it. "King Thief Bakura- sama."
Bakura laughed. "So where is it and when can I get it?"
"Well, uh, at the museum, on display and never."
"What?! It's my knife!"
"Hard to explain that a 3,000 year old spirit wants his knife back."
Bakura crossed his arms. "Assholes."
"So...where's Jounochi?"
"He went home... You know, Marik... I don't want you to think I'd get between you guys. I want you happy."
Marik smiled, sitting down next to him. "Arigoto, that means a lot, Bakura."
"So...sex...did you like it in love?"
Marik smiled. "What makes you think I'd tell you?"
"I'm the only reason you guys hooked up. He wouldn't have come anywhere near you if I hadn't carried him over."
"It was...different. From being with you. Not bad, not better. Just...different."
"Well...okay...not much you can say to respond to that."
Marik shook his head. "So I'm in love. What's next?"
"The rest of your guys' life. Moving in together, shit like that. I don't know." Bakura picked the paper back up, reading it.
"Good murder article?" Marik asked, standing up and walking to the kitchen.
"No...article about the relief the guy feels over not seeing Jou and Kaiba together all the time. It's called 'Relief From In-Your-Face Couple.' Talk about bullshit. They only care because he's gay. If he had some girl in everyone's face, no one would."
"You sound like you want them together, Baku," Marik murmured.
Bakura sighed. "You and Jounochi are both my friends. I want him happy, too. I just hope his happiness and yours clash."