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.

62. degrees of perfection

They were trying to have sex, but they couldn't stop laughing. Worst of it was, neither of them really knew why they laughed so hard.

The foreplay had been sultry, lingering kisses, caresses against pulse points and other erogenous areas. When Marik entered, Bakura screamed his name so loud that they expected neighbors to pound on the wall. It started hard and fast and breathless.

But then they looked at each other.

And everything unraveled as they busted into fits of laughter, as madness took them both at once. They tried to calm their breathing, Bakura hiding into Marik's taunt, golden chest to avoid eye contact and another inevitable round of uncontrollable chuckling.

There's nothing harder in the world than trying to stop laughing when you're spread out naked in bed with a hamper of laundry sitting on your dresser and another man's dick up your ass.