Insomnia

Pairing: Thiefshipping

Rating: K+

Warnings: none really

A/N: A little something I wrote after waking up in the middle of the night after about an hour of sleep so bear with me. The little things about insomnia I describe in here are from personal experience so don't flame or anything. Of course there's more to that particular illness, but I didn't have enough strength to write more.

Disclaimer: Please, I'm too sick for this right now. My throat feels like I ate nails or something…

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Tick tock tick tock. Tick freaking tock! The clock goes on and on, disturbing my not-sleep. I just woke up after about an hour of rest and can't get back to sleep. Again!

I haven't slept properly in a very long time now. And no, it's not mere weeks. It's years I'm talking about. For four years now I haven't gotten more sleep than seven hours a night. More than once those heavenly seven aren't undisturbed. The last time I came to rest for more than four hours straight? I can't remember.

Insomnia. It's a plague. My live revolves around clocks, just like an anorexic's around scales. It's really annoying. What's the time? How long have I slept? How long until sunrise? When will this torture end? Questions over questions. None of them answered.

Tossing around I try to get some rest, but it doesn't help. I merely become hot. I get up and open the window so some fresh air can come in. Sighing I get back to bed and wait. Wait for the freedom that is sleep. But it won't come. No pity for Marik…

"You really should sleep. It's late." A deep voice suddenly inquires.

I shoot up into a sitting position and my eyes are greeted with the sight of a certain white haired thief.

"Bakura! What are you doing in my room?" I screech, trying to cover my bare chest.

I prefer to sleep in nothing but a pair of boxers so I was practically naked in front of my 'partner in crime'. He rolls his eyes at my antics, but the smirk on his nicely curved lips betrays his amusement.

"Just making sure you're fit for the duels tomorrow. You should really get some rest."

"I never sleep much, so a few hours more or less make little difference. If you would be so kind to remove yourself from this room?" I sigh annoyed and then turn around to ignore him.

But I can't. His gaze burns into my exposed back and only then do I realize my mistake. His intense gaze found the hieroglyphs my father cut into my back. Suddenly something touches the old wounds, a long, cold finger tracing the scars.

"Interesting…" he murmurs.

I snap around to glare at him, but he doesn't realize, for his lips make contact with mine, his russet eyes closed. My own lilac hues widen, before slipping shut as the sensation overtakes me. I relax into the kiss, my hands finding his back to clutch at the black fabric of his trench coat.

His mouth opens and he forcefully pushes his tongue between my lips, but he doesn't have to use that much force, seeing as I willingly give in to him. Our wet muscles meet, tangling together in a heated fight for dominance, which he winds easily. Most likely because he has almost 5000 years of experience.

Graceful fingers knead my shoulders, gently massaging my tensed back. Slowly I relax under his touches, his kisses. His curious digits exploring my body. A warm calmness settles in my heart, limbs and lids growing heavy with exhaustion. Slowly he lowers me to the bed and tucks me in. Somehow like a mother hen.

Drifting in and out of consciousness I groggily lock my gaze with his.

"Good night." He whispers and finally I fall asleep.

The Egyptian beauty finally relaxes, his expression peaceful for the first time since I know him. Long and curved lashes touch golden cheeks, full lips slightly parted as he breathes. Lips I kissed mere minutes ago. Addictive lips.

A small smile finds its way onto my face. A true smile. I have been watching him for the past days and his insomnia greatly worried me. It's unhealthy to not rest. Even I need sleep once in a while. And I'm a spirit. Sleepless nights take their toll on the psyche as well.

I gently stroke a blonde bang out of his sweet face before I turn to leave. He's not the only one who has to be prepared for tomorrow's Battle City finals.

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Ah if only a kiss really helped against insomnia. I'd pay someone to put me to rest then. (And no I don't take sleeping pills. I's totally against meds if there's another way.)

Hope you liked ^^ Snacks for everyone! See ya!

~Todesan