Marik looked over at Bakura. "What are we doing tonight?"
Bakura curled against the oversized throw-cushion at the end of the couch. "Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Yup. Nothing."
"Aren't you bored? You're always complaining that you're bored."
"Nope, not bored. I'm comfy."
"Delivery and movies, then?"
"Perfect."
After their dinner, and halfway through the movie, Bakura slumped against Marik's side and used Marik's shoulder as a pillow.
Marik smiled. "That's almost cuddling, you know."
"Too comfortable to care."
Marik leaned his head against Bakura's.
"That's even more like cuddling."
"Why should you be the only one comfortable?"
Bakura smirked and slipped his hand into Marik's.
Marik chuckled, it began sardonic, but ended as a sincere, breathless sound. "What are you doing?"
Bakura shrugged, and Marik could feel the movement brush against him because of how close they were. "I don't do anything in half measures. All or nothing, Ishtar – your move."
Marik tossed the throw over their laps, readjusted so that his right arm wrapped Bakura in a behind the back half hug, and rested his head back on Bakura's hair.
Bakura gripped his hand again and nuzzled a little deeper into his side as they returned their attention to the movie.
***Leave it to these two to turn cuddling into a competitive sport.***