Yes, I know, very late and short. But there is a sexy scene with Bakura and his hand ;)

Bakura stood there for a second, unsure of what to do. One part of him urged him to stay, to continue looking at the splendid sight of a sleeping, naked Malik. Yet another part told him to look away.

I was right, he is big… Thought Bakura, taking a gulp of air. His eyes widened. Shit! He's gonna think I undressed him or something! Bakura cursed. Malik was going to wake up and think Bakura had something to do with his current nudity, and would undoubtedly be pissed about it. How would he explain that? Maybe if I covered him back up…

Bakura walked slowly towards Malik, not making a sound. Luckily, his thieving skills made him extremely adept at sneaking quietly while others were asleep. Bakura knelt down next to Malik and picked up the towel on the floor, which left a damp spot on the carpet. However, before Bakura could lay the piece of cloth over Malik's body, Bakura once again laid eyes on his tanned, muscular body. Dammit, Malik, why are you so sexy…? Bakura whined inwardly as his eyes trailed down the tan, luscious body. His face look more peaceful than Bakura had ever seen it before. His large, lavender eyes were closed, covered by eyelids and long lashes, and his light pink lips were parted slightly, soft puffs of air exiting as he snored softly. Bakura had the urge to kiss the boy's lips, an overwhelming urge.

Bakura dropped the towel and let his eyes completely wander up and down the body. He didn't care anymore about covering the boy up. No, he only cared about admiring the exotic body before him. Every abdominal muscle, every loose strand of hair, he wanted to memorize it all before it went away. Bakura's eyes reached Malik's cock, admiring its largeness. He licked his lips and felt himself grow hard at the sight, fighting the urge to pounce and do all sorts of inappropriate things to him. Unfortunately, Bakura's rational thoughts were shutting down, and he found himself leaning closer and closer to the tanned boy's lips. But just before he could close the gap, only centimetres away, Malik's eyes twitched.

Bakura's eyes widened as he pulled away, freezing as the lavender eyes opened, staring drowsily up at him.

"Hm?" Malik yawned, looking up at him questioningly. Bakura's face was a shade of bright scarlet as he stared down at him. For a few moments Malik stared back at him. After a second or two, Malik reached for the bed sheets, wondering why he was so cold. He froze and his eyes widened when he looked down and saw he was naked.

"Uh…" Malik sputtered, trying to put two and two together. What the fuck?... Why am I naked?... No way…

"Malik, I can explain!" Bakura said quickly, eyes widening when a fist connected with his jaw.

"What the fuck?!" Malik screamed, glaring down at him. He quickly covered himself with the bed sheets, face the same shade of scarlet as Bakura's.

Bakura rubbed his jaw, blocking another fist that nearly collided with the other side, "Stop it! I said I can explain!"
"No need! You fucking undressed me while I slept! It's fairly obvious!" Malik screamed, pulling his fist back for another punch. He was pissed beyond belief, anger clouding all rational thought in his brain.

"I did not! I got out of the shower and you were asleep like that! I was going to cover you back up!" Bakura said. Well, it is technically the truth…

"You expect me to believe that bullshit?!"

"It's the truth!"

"Liar! You fucking pervert! What the hell is wrong with you! If you wanted to see, you could have just asked!" Malik yelled, immediately regretting the last sentence. Shit, I didn't mean to say that! Why did I even say that?...

Bakura gave him a look, "Seriously?"

Malik growled and smacked him on the head, "Were you going to rape me or something?!"

Bakura growled back, rubbing his throbbing head, "No! I wasn't!" Or, at least, not exactly…

"So what, you just were standing there watching me for no reason?!"

"No! I had a reason! Er-I mean-I wasn't staring at you! I was going to cover you up!"

Malik just glared and turned his head so he didn't have to look Bakura in the eyes, "Go away."

"You can't make me, I didn't do anything wrong!"

"Go away, you freak! Leave me alone!"

"I was going to cover you up!"

"Go the hell away! I don't want to talk to you right now! Jusy, leave me alone!"

Bakura sighed and turned away, "I'm going to…finish my shower."

"Whatever," Malik said back, not looking at Bakura's face. Bakura could tell that Malik's emotions had changed from anger to shame as he entered the bathroom, not actually wanting to get back into the shower. His hands were still wrinkled from his shower just a few minutes ago. Sighing, he slid the towel off as his thoughts fell back to Malik's body. He closed his eyes and remembered the image, cock jumping back to life as a shutter wracked his body.

Bakura turned on the shower to drown out any noise he might make as he grabbed his erection and slowly stroked it, letting small moans escape his throat. He swirled his thumb around the tip, strokes growing faster with each passing moment. The image of Malik laying on the bet moulded into one of Malik pulling him down and fucking him senseless. The Malik of his imagination certainly wasn't bashful.

"Fuck…" Bakura breathed, incredibly turned on by his vivid imagination. He imagined Malik's tanned hands stroking his throbbing cock as he fucked him into the mattress, making it squeak with the sheer force of Malik's thrusts. Bakura arched his back and cried out as he came over the drain in the centre of the shower. After catching his breath, he turned off the shower and once again dried himself off. He slipped on a pair of old jeans and a T-shirt, half of him praying that Malik would still be naked when he exited the bathroom.

However, his wish was not grated as he stepped out of the bathroom and saw a fully clothed Malik sitting on the couch, watching the TV. Malik didn't even toss him a glance as he closed the bathroom door behind him.

"I'm going to go to the store and buy some food," he said, hoping to elicit a response from the Egyptian. However, all Malik did was let out a grunt. With a sigh, Bakura grabbed a coat and a hat, carefully tucking his hair into it. He certainly didn't want anybody to recognize him, and white hair was not exactly inconspicuous.

Leaving the warmth of the hotel, the cold air sent a chill down his spine, making him wish he had a heavier coat. He kept his head down, ignoring the occasional passerby whose dog barked relentlessly at the slender whitette. Bakura really hated dogs: a hard glare would usually shut a person up, but a dog never seemed to get the message and just kept barking. Unfortunately for Bakura, kicking it would probably result in some form of legal punishment. He let out another sigh. Why can't everyone just get a cat or a hamster or something that pissed him off less?

After a few minutes, he reached the small Tesco supermarket. It smelled of paper shopping bags and bread from the bakery attached to it. Walking in, Bakura immediately made a list in his head of what he wanted. Instant noodles, milk, water bottles, nothing unnecessary. It took a lot of his willpower to not buy a box of chocolate brownies freshly made from the bakery. If Bakura had one weakness, it was sweets. Especially fresh ones. Especially fresh chocolate ones.

Uncharacteristically, Bakura got in line to pay for his groceries. Normally he would just walk out without paying, but London supermarkets were densely packed, making it easy to slip out unnoticed. But this store was deserted, except for a little old lady in the dairy section, and he doubted the employees were vehemently observing old ladies as prime suspects for shoplifting. With a sigh, Bakura handed over forty pounds, got his change and left.

It had gotten noticeably darker than when he left the hotel, and he checked his watch. He had been gone about forty minutes. Malik would probably complain to him that he was gone too long, or that he was hungry or something equally annoying. Bakura stopped in his tracks, blushing once again at the thought of the tanned boy. As he stopped, a man behind him bumped into him.

"Hey, watch it!" The gruff man snapped, shooting a glare at Bakura.

"How about you watch where you're going?" Bakura shot back, "And give me back my wallet."

The man's eyes widened for a moment, "But how did you…?"

"You're about as subtle as a travelling circus. Are you going to give it back, or are we going to have some trouble?" Bakura growled, flashing the knife in his coat pocket. The man gulped and handed Bakura back his wallet.

"The credit card, too," he huffed impatiently. With a frustrated growl, the man handed it back.

"Can I go now?" He asked sardonically. Bakura checked to make sure all the contents of his wallet were intact. He gave a not and the man walked off in the opposite direction, grumbling angrily. Smirking to himself, Bakura opened man's wallet that he took while the other was turning away, seeing there was at least two-hundred pound inside, as well as some credit cards. Bakura surmised that those, too, were stolen, seeing as they all had different names on them.

"Idiot. Nobody steals from me," he mumbled proudly, walking again in the direction of the hotel.

I'm really sorry this was so late. I wrote it the first time and scraped it halfway through. Then I wrote it again and scrapped it three-quarters of the way through. I wanted it to be longer, but there wasn't a very good way to connect the next chapter to it. The other drafts that I got rid of were really rushed or just not good... Even though this one wasn't very good. But to make up for it, I hope you all enjoyed my terrible masturbation scene! I've reconsidered how I want this story to go; originally, I had it pretty much all planned out, but reconsidering, I don't really like it anymore. So I have to figure out what the hell I'm gonna do... Blegh. Please review! I got a lot of reviews last chapter, I was so happy! Keep it up, you guys! *kisses you even though you're trying your hardest to push me away*