Bakura turned and shifted beneath the blanket for the third time. Nothing was wrong, but he couldn't quite doze off no matter how he lay. Marik's arm wrapped around him and tugged him possessively into Marik's chest.
"Marik?" Bakura asked, wondering if Marik was awake as well.
If he was, Bakura could start an argument to keep him occupied until he got a little more tired, but Marik's only response to hearing his name was a deep sigh. Bakura wondered if Marik knew how cuddly he was when he slept.
Bakura shifted again, in order to get closer to Marik. The other male nuzzled into the crook of Bakura's shoulder blades and Bakura smiled. He still couldn't sleep, but it was nice to lay there and listen to Marik breathing.