Bakura tilted the blinds up in a way that would prevent people from being able to see through the window, but allowed extra sunlight into the room. He also turned on both of the lamps that sat on each side of their bed. Finally, he made sure the main room's light was switched on.
Marik tilted his head. "What's the point of turning on all the lights when I'm going to be blindfolded?"
"Because you'll know they're on," Bakura said.
Marik sighed as a swell of gratitude filled his chest.
Bakura looked at him. "Ready?"
Marik nodded his head. His face felt hot.
Bakura draped the black silk across Marik's eyes and tied it behind his head, and then he adjusted Marik's hair so that it wouldn't tickle his face. Marik took a few deep breaths, adjusting to the feeling of black across his eyes.
"You okay?" Bakura's voice asked right next to Marik's ear.
He nodded, not trusting his voice to sound steady. When he was younger, he hated shutting his eyes – even to sleep. Now, Marik sat and waited for Bakura to do something. He felt shifting on the bed, and heard the sounds of Bakura cluttering about their room.
Marik frowned. "What are you doing, Bakura? Get back over here."
Bakura gave Marik a low chuckle. "You're too impatient. The point of being blindfolded is to get teased. Let me find some things."
"Like what?"
Bakura clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "I'm not going to ruin the surprise by telling you."
"Well hurry up. I don't have all day."
Another laugh. "Really? What, exactly, were your plans?"
Marik grit his teeth. "Fine. Let me rephrase myself. This blindfold has a time limit, so hurry the fuck up."
Bakura made a smug, purr-like noise – closer to Marik's ear than Marik would have guessed. "Your hands are free. Take the blindfold off whenever you want, but you've got me in a mood now, and this won't be over any time soon."