Bakura stretched like a sleek, white cat. "I'm hungry."
Marik glanced up from his book and then his eyes dropped back down. "You know where the fridge is."
"I don't want to cook."
"Well I'm not cooking for you."
"Then take me out. Let's find something questionable out of a cart."
"That sounds like a horrible idea."
"C'mon. It's good for the immune system."
"What the trauma of cart food? I drink Kefir. Why don't you go get some if you're so hungry."
"I'm also bored." He stole the book from Marik's hands and dropped it to the ground."
"Hey, asshole. I'm reading that."
Bakura smirked. "Take me out and when we get home I'll suck you off."
Marik opened his mouth to argue, but when the words 'suck you off' hit his brain he became thoughtful. "Rim job, too?"
Bakura licked his lips. "That depends on if I have fun while out or not."
Marik snorted and grabbed his motorcycle keys. "I'm sure I can find a way to make this fun."