Yay! New chappie! And it's longer than normal!

To say that Malik hated the cold was an understatement. He absolutely loathed it, despised the pinprick feeling on his skin where the cold air touched him. The only thing he missed about Egypt was the warmth. The cold made him feel empty, like a hollow shell void of emotion. And though he was always like that, always hollow and alone, the cold made him acknowledge the fact. It reminded him of cold nights underground in the past, and of the frigid feeling he felt in his heart whenever he thought of the unknown future. He liked the warmth because it covered up the emptiness. It filled him with artificial, fake emotions that he could at least pretend were real. Malik shivered, a small groan escaping him.

"Will you just shut the fuck up already?" A voice growled. Malik's groaning had kept him awake for the last hour and a half. After the first 40 minutes, Bakura gave one of his blankets to the boy, so Bakura had one and Malik had three, but it still wasn't enough.

"I'm cold!" Malik complained.

"I gave you one of my blankets! What more could I possibly do?" Bakura groaned, sending a glare Malik's way.

"Snuggle with me," Malik said without thinking. His eyes widened at his own sentence.

Bakura rolled his eyes, but nevertheless his expression moulded from a glare to the look you gave someone who just suggested something incredibly strange, "I don't care if you keep my up all night. I am not going to snuggle with you."

"Relax. It was just a joke. Ever heard of them?" Malik shot back, hoping to play the whole thing off as a joke and change the subject.

"Piss off. Go to sleep."

Malik glared half-heartedly and let his eyes close, knowing when he finally dozed off that it would not be a very restful slumber.

Bakura awoke with a groan as the clouds moved out of the way of the sun, causing it to shine harshly in the pale man's eyes.

"Ugh….Fuck. Too early…" He grunted, casting a look Malik's direction. Guess he finally managed to sleep… Bakura barely finished his thought when he heard a soft moan come from the sleeping teenager.

"Agh…" Malik moaned, sitting up and blinking his eyes open slowly. He had a line of dried drool on his cheek that Bakura grimaced at.

"Looking good this morning," he said dryly.

Malik shot him a look, "Fuck you. I slept in a car last night."

"So did I," Bakura deadpanned.

"Yeah, well, you're not looking so good yourself, either."

Bakura rolled his eyes, "Not like I care. I'll take a shower later."

Malik sighed, "What time is it?"

Bakura looked at his phone (which had been disconnected so it could not be tracked, but he kept it regardless-just in case), "It's 9:32"

"Seriously? I can't believe I slept so long in this piece of crap…"

Bakura sighed again, "Buckle up. I'm gonna drive back to the dealership. Liam might be finished with the IDs."

"And if he's not?"

Bakura shrugged, "We'll get some breakfast. I could seriously use a cup of coffee."

Malik grimaced, running a hand through his greasy blonde locks, "I don't wanna go anywhere looking like this…"

"Looking good is the least of your worries. Besides, you'll be wearing a disguise, so it won't even matter."

Malik furrowed his eyebrows, a look of confusion on his face, "Disguise?"

"Well, we're not exactly people who blend in. I mean, you're all tan and I have white hair. Not exactly your average Joe."

"I guess…"

"Now buckle up. I'm not getting a ticket because of you."

A little while later they both arrived back at the dealership. Bakura groaned when he saw his old car being displayed out front. My poor car… It's just gonna get bought by somebody who'll wreck it… Bakura wiped the thought from his head as he parked and exited the crappy car. Malik made a move to get out, but Bakura told him not to bother because he would only be gone a few minutes.

Bakura entered the front office, ignoring the woman at the front desk wishing him good morning. He didn't even toss her a glance.

"If you'll just take a seat, one of our-sir?" She inquired, confused when the white haired man walked by her. He was not in the mood to be patronized.

"Liam! Where the fuck are you, asshole?" Bakura yelled. Seconds later the blonde emerged, looking annoyed.

"Must you swear like that in my office? You'll scare away my customers," he scolded only half-heartedly.

Bakura gave a snort, "What customers?"

"Harsh. How about we step into my office?"

"Whatever," Bakura said, following the man into a pale, cream coloured room. He sat down in one of the hard, plastic chairs.

"I have the stuff right here. I haven't started in the passports yet," he said, handing Bakura two plastic, completely real looking ID cards. One for Malik and one for himself, "I hope you weren't expecting me to be halfway done or something. It takes time, you know that. Now, about the-"

"What the fuck?!" Bakura growled,"Is this some kind of joke?!"

Liam held back his smirk, "Whatever do you mean, my dear Bakura?"

"Florence Brooks?! You named me fucking Florence?!"

"It suits you. You look like a Florence," he said calmly, taking a sip of his coffee. On the mug was an advertisement for the company.

"Asshole. I should have known you would do that. Asshole," He growled, rubbing his temples.

"Oh, calm down, Florence. I was going to call you Olaf. I'm feeling very Swedish today."

"Don't fucking call me that! And what's with Malik's name? Joseph Wilson? He's freaking Egyptian! Couldn't you have at least given him a name that makes sense?"

"I thought about it, but who knows, all those Arab names could be on a no-fly list. You should be thankful, I was only thinking of your convenience. Who wants to deal with some security bullcrap?"

"You're a patronizing asshole, that's what you are," Bakura growled angrily, spinning around on his heal and exiting the office.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Florence," He smirked, taking another sip of coffee.

Bakura stomped out of the dealership. Angrily, he ripped open the door to the car, and Malik gave him a quizzical look.

"Did he not have them?"

"Oh, he fucking had them all right," Bakura growled, shoving the key in the ignition.

"Then what's the problem?"

"This is the fucking problem!" Bakura yelled, ripping the cards out of his pocket and handing them to Malik. After a second or two Malik broke out laughing.

"Florence! That's so great!"

"Shut up, brat! Don't you dare call me that, understand? I will kill you!"

Malik managed to stifle the rest of his laughs and gave a quick nod, "So you're gonna go get a hotel room, right?"

"Yeah, I guess. Preferably one with free breakfast. I want a cup of coffee."

"As long as it has running water I'm happy."

"Oh, when did you become little miss low-maintenance?"

Malik smirked, "As soon as you became a woman."

After a little arguing, Bakura and Malik managed to find a hotel room they agreed on. Bakura wanted a cheap room with a bed and breakfast, but Malik complained he wanted a nice place of he was going to stay there a few days.

"You're such a brat sometimes."

"And you're stubborn…Florence."

Bakura glared at Malik as he stepped out of the car, slamming it roughly. He stomped inside without a word, and the Egyptian followed with a satisfied smirk on his face. The lobby had a red carpet with many fancy shapes adorning it in patterns. Unlike their last motel, the furniture looked new and pristine. In one of the couches sat a blonde woman, tapping away on her phone. There was a TV playing BBC world, and Malik sat down in one of the chairs to watch while Bakura went up to the front desk.

"Hello, sir, how may I help you?" Asked a smiley young woman.

"I need a room," Bakura stated bluntly.

"Do you have a reservation?"

"Uh, no."

"Right. Please wait a moment while I see what is available," She said. Bakura stood there, hoping to god he didn't have to give this woman and ID.

"Well?" He asked after a while, his impatience apparent.

"We have a double open on the third floor-"

Bakura cut her off, having learned from his past mistake, "I want a room with two beds."

She paused a moment, "Oh, I thought…" She trailed off, clearing her throat as the typed some more on her computer.

"You thought what?" Bakura asked, glaring at her.

She didn't meet his gaze, "Well, the way you two walked in together, and I just assumed that-"

"Well you assumed wrong," Bakura growled, glaring daggers. She gulped.

"Yes, well, on the second floor there is a room with two beds. It will be 158 a night. Will that be credit or debit?" She asked, thankful to change the subject.

"Cash."

"Cash, sir?" She looked at him, surprised.

"Yes, cash. You do know what cash is, right? Your job can't possibly pay that little."

She gulped, "Th-That's fine, sir. Can I please see an ID?"

Bakura froze, "Do you really need to?"

"Yes, sir, I'm afraid it's protocol. Nothing I can do about it. We need it for our books. "

Bakura sighed and pulled out his wallet. He handed the woman the ID. She looked it over, "Yes, uh, thank you, mister, um, Florence…" She blubbered, handing him back his ID, which he took harshly. He took the keys from her without a word and stomped towards the elevator.

He didn't even bother to tell Malik he was done. He knew the boy had been listening (and holding back laughter) the whole time.

"Ah! That felt good!" Malik declared as he stepped out of the steam-filled bathroom. He had nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist.

"Good to know, Mal-" Bakura looked up from his book and laid eyes on the teen's muscular chest. He blinked a few times, watching the water droplets cascade down his abs. Damn… Bakura thought. He's not half bad looking… And 'not half bad' wasn't even beginning to describe it. In the light, Malik's skin shimmered angelically, helped along by the droplets of glistening water in the air from Malik's hot shower. Bakura's eyes travelled down Malik's muscular form, down to the noticeable bulge that protruded slightly from Malik's towel.

"Bakura," Malik said loudly, snapping Bakura out of his daze.

"Huh? What?" He said, blinking several times and giving his head a shake.

"I asked if you were gonna take a shower."

"Oh, yeah, I am."

Malik nodded, "I'm gonna call my sister while you're in there."

Bakura nodded, "You thought of something to tell her?"

"Yeah, I think I did."

"Good," Bakura stood up, forgetting the book was on his lap as it tumbled to the ground. Bakura didn't bother to pick it up as he pushed by Malik and closed the door to the bathroom.

Malik walked over and sat on the bed, grabbing the phone. He punched in the number, pleading silently that the hotel allowed free long distance calls. Bakura would give him an earful if he spent a ton on telephone calls.

After about three rings, he heard a familiar, firm voice, "Hello?"

He let out a sigh, "Isis."

Isis let out a gasp, "Malik! Rishid, get on the other line, it's Malik! Malik, what on earth happened? Why-"

"Malik? Is that you?" Came the deep voice of his adopted brother.

"It's me, Rishid."

"Malik, what's going on?! We tried calling you, but you wouldn't answer, we were worried sick! The university called yesterday to tell us you stopped attending classes! What's wrong?" Said Rishid, concern dotting his usual monotony.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you. I've…"

"What, Malik? What could possibly have happened that you neglected to tell us about for two weeks!" Asked Isis. He could feel worry in her tone.

I was kidnapped, drugged out of my mind and sold into sex slavery, then kidnapped again, and now I'm on the run from a gang of criminals who want to kill not only me, but also my kidnapper. No biggie. "I…met someone," he stated. Not a total lie…

"Malik, what are you talking about? What does that mean?"

Malik gulped. He didn't like lying to his siblings, "I met and fell in love with someone. And we're going to leave the country and live together somewhere else."

Both were silent for a long time. Isis finally spoke, "Malik, that doesn't make any sense. Why would you leave the country with some girl-"

"Because he's not a girl!" Malik bit his bottom lip. Now was as good a time as ever to tell them he was gay.

"You mean…you're?" The word fag popped into Malik's head, but he knew that's not what she was going to say.

"Yeah. I-I'm leaving the country with him because his family is trying to spit us up. We can't stay here and be happy…"

"Oh, Malik…." Rishid finally spoke. Malik expected to hear disappointment in his tone, but instead he still heard the same concern that was there before, "How come you didn't tell us sooner?"

"I…I was nervous. I saw how his family reacted. I was afraid to get the same reaction from you."

"You know we would never abandon you, Malik. We love you. But, you have to understand what you're throwing away here. How long have you know this man?"

Malik bit his bottom lip again, "I met him only a few days after I get here."

"What's his name?" Asked Isis. A rock felt like it hit the bottom of Malik's stomach. I didn't think of a name…

"Florence," He said after a second. His eyes widened at his words. Why the hell did that name pop into my head?

"…Florence?" Isis repeated, questioningly.

"Yeah…"

"That's…unique," she said.

"Uh…yeah…"

"You two have a plan for what you're going to do, right?" Rishid asked, trying to patch the awkward vibe.

"Well… Not really…"

"Malik! You can't just run off with some man and not even have some form of a plan on what you're going to do!" Malik winced. Rishid never raises his voice…

"Where are you going to go?"

"The states," Malik said, gulping. He didn't expect to feel so emotional right now. It was as if all he said was actually true.

"Can we at least talk to him?" Isis asked.

"He's in the shower right now. And besides, he doesn't speak Arabic," Malik said quickly. A long sigh came from the other end of the line. Great… he thought, I've disappointed them again…

"I have to go," Malik said quickly after a long pause.

"But, Malik! We've barely talked to you! We want to know more about him! What is he like? Is he nice? Does he treat you right?"

"He's the most wonderful man in the world. He's been nothing but nice to me. We love each other," Malik said. He just wanted to say whatever pleased them so he could hang up.

"I really hope this turns out well for you. And if…if it ever goes bad, you can always come back home. Always," Rishid said. Malik smiled a bit.

"Thank you. I love you both."

"We love you too, Mal. Call us as soon as you can, okay?"

"Okay."

"Promise?" Isis interjected, wanting to prolong the conversation as long as she could. Malik couldn't take it anymore. Lying to them was killing him. He had to hang up.

"I promise. Goodbye."

"Bye, Malik," both Rishid and Isis said at the same time, though neither of turned off the phone. Malik let out a sigh and hung up the phone. Tears threatened to leak from his lavender eyes.

"Shit…" Malik mumbled, laying down on the bed. He was so preoccupied, he didn't even notice his towel fell off him and slid to the floor as he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, exhausted from the day's happenings and yesterday's lack of fulfilling sleep.

Bakura slammed the door behind him, leaving the practically naked Malik outside to make his call in private. It was hard to breathe in the thick steam, but Bakura was too busy thinking to care.

"I can't believe I was checking him out…" Bakura groaned, leaning up against the sink. He started to strip out of his clothes, looking forward to a long, relaxing shower. But he was really hot… The thought popped into Bakura's head before he could stop it.

"I must be crazy," Bakura muttered, turning on the water in the shower. It was still considerably hot from Malik's shower only moments ago. Bakura sighed, enjoying to feeling of the water trickle through his hair. He stood there for a long while before grabbing the small bottle of hotel shampoo and squirting what remained of the bottle into his hand. At least Malik left me half… he sighed, massaging the shampoo onto his scalp and combing it through his thick hair. Feels so refreshing…

Bakura didn't know how long he was in the shower, but he figured it had to be at least thirty minutes from the way his fingertips shrivelled up. He sighed, turning to water off. He felt clean and refreshed, which was a nice change from the past few days. He reached of the towel rack and used one to dry his sopping hair. After it was not dripping, he dried off the rest of his body and wrapped the towel around his waist.

"A few more days…" Bakura sighed. When he stepped out of the bathroom the last thing he expected to see was a completely naked, sleeping Malik laying uncovered on the bed.

Sorry for all the chapter breaks. I switched scenes a lot in this one. But guess what! You got your long chapter, you got your yaoi, you got your...other stuff...so review! The power of my rod commands you :3