One Hundred Pebbles In A Glass Jar

by sitabethel

100 Thiefshipping drabbles loosely connected to show Marik and Bakura's relationship over a couple of decades. Rated M for certain drabbles scattered throughout the fic.

51. on a Wednesda

***Full Title: On A Wednesday. In The Middle Of The Afternoon. In A Hallway. On The Most Uninteresting Day Of Their Lives***

Marik had a basket of laundry propped against his hip. He stepped through the hallway, carrying the clothes to their bedroom to be sorted and folded.

Bakura walked from the other direction. Marik didn't pay him much notice until Bakura grabbed his shoulders and pressed him against the wall. The basket dropped from his hand and tossed the clothing to the floor.

"Bakura, what the fu—"

"Shut-up." Bakura pressed a pale finger against Marik's lips. He leaned close. His lips brushed against Marik's ear as he spoke. "Marik, I love you."

Bakura continued down the hallway as Marik stood, blinking his eyes and trying to breathe.