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.

59. flu

Bakura threw up. He never threw up (well, that one time they drank too much, but he blamed the Chartreuse). His body ached and burned. His eyes watered, his nose ran, and spittle dribbed from his mouth as he resisted the urge to vomit again. Bakura washed his mouth and stumbled back to his bedroom.

Marik sat up waiting for him. "Are you all right, Bakura?"

Bakura sniffed. "I'm sick." He dropped into bed and curled up against Marik. "Coddle me."

Marik chuckled, running cool fingers through Bakura's long hair. "I didn't think coddling was something legendary thieves ever wanted."

Bakura only managed a moan.

Marik settled down closer to Bakura. "You want me to stay in bed with you all day?"

Bakura nodded.

"Okay. I won't get up unless you want some soup."