AN: I do not own YuGiOh if I did, I think that would be rather scary. Sharing a bed...must be warm.
It was the whee hours of the morning when Bakura woke to the sound of his bedroom door opening. He laid in bed his eyes staying closed as his hand wrapped around the knife he kept under his pillow. Footsteps creeped slowly towards his bed while the thief tightened his hold on it. The sheets were pulled and that's when he went for it.
Yet it seemed there wasn't much danger at all.
Wide eyes stared at the knife that was held inches from his neck and Bakura blinked at the tomb keeper with confusion.
"What?"
"Ryou kept kicking me off the bed" Marik explained in a hushed whisper, "Now if you don't mind, I'd like the pointy object away from my beautiful self"
Bakura gave a grunt but did it, putting the knife back under his pillow. The bed creaked from the blonde's weight as he climbed into the bed with a huff. "I didn't say you could sleep with me"
"Too late!" Marik said loudly, covering himself in the sheets and curling up like a little cocoon. There wasn't much blankets left for the thief, not that he minded the mounds of pillows would do.
"Do anything funny and I'll kick you out" Bakura hissed, flopping himself down on his pillows, making sure his head was covered by one of them.
"I'd like living a little more then catching a feel thanks!" Marik hissed, swatting at the thief's arm.