Marik flinched when he felt something tickle across his chest. He realized a moment later that Bakura held a feather. Marik straightened his shoulders, trying to predict where the next light brush would land on his skin. Bakura didn't hold to any pattern. One moment he'd drag the feather down the center of Marik's chest, the next down his thigh, and once against the pad of Marik's foot, but that had tickled, so Marik smacked Bakura out of reflex. He'd managed to catch Bakura's arm, although he'd been aiming for Bakura's shoulder.
Bakura only laughed and continued to stroll the feather's tip across Marik's body. It wasn't until Bakura rounded the feather's tip across Marik's traps that Marik gasped for breath. By then he body was hyper-sensitive to the light feather-touches, and Bakura had completely avoided Marik's back until that point. Marik never thought of why. He assumed that, with all the scars, he wouldn't be able to feel something as gentle as a feather. He'd been wrong. Bakura began writing on Marik's upper back. He managed to maneuver the tip in between the hieratic marring Marik's skin so that the feather only brushed against the undamaged areas. The result was Marik feeling more than he usually did. He gasped and hunched forward as Bakura worked. Marik knelt on the mattress with his hands gripping his knees.
He felt Bakura's body heat as Bakura leaned forward. Warm breath fluttered across Marik's shoulder as the feather traced around the ankh on Marik's back. His breath hitched again. Marik's reaction incited Bakura to make a pleased, content noise, like a grunt and a sigh mixed together. Bakura shifted on the mattress and leaned even closer. He grabbed Marik's sides with his hands, the feather forgotten.
Marik opened his mouth to ask what Bakura was doing when Bakura licked up the nape of Marik's neck. Marik moaned, his body shivering as he anticipated Bakura's next move. Bakura's tongue followed the same path along Marik's back that the feather had traveled, only the warmth of Bakura's mouth added another dimension to the feeling that drove Marik insane - why hadn't they done this sooner?
By the time Bakura reached the bottom of Marik's back - licking Marik's tailbone and planting light kisses right below Marik's scars - Marik couldn't take anymore. He ripped the blindfold away from his eyes. Not because it bothered him, but because he needed to see Bakura. He grabbed Bakura's shoulders and pushed him down against the mattress. The sight that greeted Marik didn't disappoint him. Bakura's white hair scattered around his head. His eyes shinned with the light of the overhead fixture and the two lamps, and his face glowed with an aroused flush.
He gave Marik an unrepentant grin as Marik looked down at him, but it disappeared the moment Marik kissed him.