Except a small nightlight - Marik kept one in every room - the kitchen was dark. However, as soon as Marik walked into the kitchen, Armik started playing. That's when Marik noticed Bakura standing in the shadows. Marik grinned and flicked on the light. He didn't bother asking Bakura what was going on; he already knew Bakura wanted to dance. They walked towards each other, meeting in the center of the room.
Bakura drew a circle along the tiled floor with a bare toe. The movement lasted for eight counts, and then Marik moved in a little closer. Bakura stepped away for three counts, but on the forth he took a broad step forward so that he and Marik stood nose to nose. Their hips pressed together, and Marik found Bakura's hands. That's when they began.
It'd been awhile, but Marik's feet knew the steps even when his brain forgot them. They went through half a dozen songs before they took a break, sweating and panting. Marik leaned back against the counter, admiring the way the kitchen lights made the sweat on Bakura's body glow.
Bakura grinned. It was more amiable than his typical, facetious grin. "Do you have one more in you?"
Marik returned the smile. "At least. Maybe two or three more."