Bakura's favorite spot of nowhere became one of their favorite haunts. Their blanket stretched across the sand and the stars stretched above their heads. The breeze blew warm over their skin, but the day's heat was fading into the hills. Marik leaned back in Bakura's arms as they star gazed.
"I never thought I'd see them. The stars."
"I spent my whole life under them and never enjoyed them."
"But here we are now."
"Here we are," Bakura echoed.
"You can't see this many when we're at home because of the city lights."
"That's one of the things I hate about living now rather than before. The air tastes bad. The water tastes bad. There's too many people."
Marik shifted until he sat in Bakura's lap and faced him. "Maybe the air tastes bad, but what about this?" Marik leaned in and sucked on Bakura's bottom lip, waiting for Bakura to open his mouth so Marik could deepen the kiss.