Bakura sat on the bed one night and picked at his nails with his switch blade. The only time he ever did so was when he wanted to talk about something he'd been thinking about, but wanted a distraction so he didn't have to look Marik in the face.
"What's up?" Marik sat on the opposite end of the bed, grabbing a book and pretending to browse it to help Bakura feel more comfortable.
"You want to try something different?"
"In bed?" Marik put down the book and turned on his side, propping his head up with his hand and staring at Bakura's back. "Sounds fun. What did you have in mind?"
"Um . . ." Bakura set down his knife, glancing over his shoulder at Marik. "We each pick one thing – something you always thought would be fun to try but never wanted to bring up, and then we do them."
"So," Marik thought about some of the items on his mental kink list that he wouldn't mind trying. "Not something we'd probably get into anyway like bondage, but rather something we'd normally be too embarrassed to even mention out loud?"
Bakura turned back to his knife. "Yes."
The laugh from Marik's mouth was almost a giggle, and his face was almost giddy. "Okay."
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