"...Essentially, yeah." It wasn't so much as him being an ass (when was he not?) as him being an ass to a small child. Which sounded, still, incredibly wussy.

Bakura slipped his slim pale arms out behind his back, proping himself up and looked at malik still extremely confused "seince when does that bother you?" he tillted his head to the side slightly like he often did when confused or curious about something.

"Since always." It wasn't like he'd ever seen Bakura tell a small, adoreable redhead child to screw themselves because she was trying to conquer the stage as her own. So Bakura's response was entirely useless in this argument.

((Lolz nice answer malik.....very nice *continues to laugj at the frustration this answer will caugh bakura*))
Bakura looked like he was getting more and more annoyed, confused, and agitated by the second "you've never seemed to have a problem with me being an ass before! So how can it be 'seince always'?" He said a bit louder then he ment to due to frustration. His slim white eyebrows furrowed as he begn trying to pinpoint exactly what he had done. His face controted with concentration and he began thinking very hard as if trying to figure out a perticularly difficult puzzle although at thus point the puzzle may have been easier to figure out "what makes me being an ass now any different from any other time?" He didn't even relize he had voiced the question out loud because he was busy trying to figure out what he did so he'd never ever do whatever it was that he did ever again (he didn't like missing out on sex; especially when he was this horny......)

"Because you were an ass to a kid." An innocent kid. See, Malik would only hurt, or kill, or maim, or torture, or whatever those he dubbed to be guilty. Which was almost everyone- but he had a certain weakness for kids. There was probably some deep psychological reason behind it, having to do with his hikarie's lost childhood or something like that, but this particular narrator doesn't feel like explaining it. She's too tired right now.

(( I'm sorry, Natasha- but it seems that while you were assisting me by shattering my Chronic Writer's Block, you missed and broke the fourth wall as well. xD ))

((awww being laaazzzyyyy lol me to :3, and Hehehe >:3 yay die fourth wall! Your welcome Bakuuuurrraaaaa!))
Bakura looked up even more confused "does it mater that it was a kid?" He asked puzzled. What in all hell did the persons age matter? Infant, kid, teen, adult, or elderly, it didn't mater to him personally because hounestly their all still just annoying and useless mortals.

"Yeah." Marik said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which it was to him, but... Thickity Tickface from Thicktown, Thickania? Probably not.

Bakura sighed rolling his eyes brownish-red eyes in exasperation and looked at Malik a sceptical eyebrow raised "Why?"

"Because-" Malik struggled for the words. He knew, himself, why- he really only had the emotional maturity of an eight year old at best, so he connected with kids better. Not to mention, he was jealous of kids that had real childhoods, not governed by insane, homicidal psychopaths whose pet snakes have bitten them one (try ten) too many times, with no mother to protect them. But all of that was sort of hard to fit into a sentence. "-because they haven't done anything wrong yet. Not really."

"Sooooo?" He looks at him like he's being more insane than usual "most people haven't done anything wrong and that has never stopped me before...nor you why does that matter when its a kid rather then a adult?" He look genuinely interested. now that he thinks about it he had never seen malik be mean to really young kids, all the kids they have scared were normally older than 10, hmmm odd. bakura personally had no age limit to who he hated, scared, inured, fatally wounded, killed, tortured, ect. but it seemed malik did.
((there now the fact that they parically came here to scare kids makes more sense :3))

(( ... Because, Bakura! Stop making my arguments invalid! xD ))

"Because..." Gee, he seemed to be saying that a lot lately. "Because I'm jealous of them, I guess." Oh, mouth- why did you have to go and say that? And not stop when asked?
"Because I- because Marik- never had a real childhood and he was never innocent, and I guess I'm jealous of what they have that I haven't. And it's not like I can steal it, either, so what good will being hostile do? It's better to just... Let them enjoy it."
Oh, God. He was never going to live this down.

((lol NEEEVVVVEEERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!! I WILL MAKE ALL YOUR ARGUMENTS USELESS AND INVALID!!!!! MUAHAHAHAHA!!!!! C<))
Bakura sighed and scooted over to him and put a hand on Maliks shoulder "i can get the jealousy...I'm jealous of it to sometimes but that's parcially why I'm an ass to them...." he hugs Malik "but if it makes you feel better then I will try not to be mean to children anymore"

Malik planted a soft kiss on Bakura's cheek. "Thanks for understanding, baby." And now he sounded like a girl. But that was alright, because it was Bakura. Bakura made everything alright.

Bakura smiled happily knowing he was forgiven and that they could continue now "that's what we do... we understand eachother because no one else can...." he kisses Malik on the lips moving his own against the soft tan ones of his lover. While he did this he moved to sit in his lap, his own legs bent slightly and put out behind maliks back, as he faced the other while in his lap. He also moved his hands to hold Maliks shoulders strong well muscled shoulders.

"Bakura?" Malik whispered, looking up at the albino. The pale man's hands felt good on his shoulders, his breath tasted like heaven on his lips.

Bakura smiled softly and looked at him his eyes surprisingly soft "yes Malik?" He tilted his head slightly

Malik leaned forward, his lips grazing Bakura's, his eyes closed. "I love you."

Bakuras eyes widened at maliks words and he hugged Malik tightly eyes closed as he felt his heart beat faster for.a moment "I love you to" he whispered into Maliks ear. He pulls back and looked at malik thoughts returning to their earlier activities "now...." he kisses him smiling "can we fuck?" he asked bluntly, he had been waiting all day, and wasn't the most patient of people when it came to sex.

"Absolutely."
Malik grinned, bearing his teeth. He leaned in for another kiss, catching Bakura's bottom lip and biting, hard. Almost hard enough to draw blood, but not quite- he wouldn't want to scar his lover's pretty face. Only everywhere else.

Bakura moans at little when Malik bites him and in turn latches on to maliks top lip rolling it between his teeth in a manner that like Maliks bite would still be hard but not draw blood he then moved one of his hands up to twist in maliks hair and the other was tracing one of the many scars on Maliks back, his long thin white fingers sliding along the long healed deep scars that stretch along the well muscled expanse of maliks back, nails scraping gently

(( Kaykay, so what now? xD I was thinking Ryou could be watching the kids from earlier- sounds like the sorta thing he'd be bound to do- and Kairi, amidst a hissy fit, dragged him over to the stage so he could bitch to "the two misters who were mean to us"? xD But whatever you want is fine. ...Wow, this A/N is longer than my actual post. Boo. P: ))

Malik broke tha half-kiss, leaning his head back and letting a shaky breath escape from his lips, arching his back in as Bakura's nails traced along the intricate designs carved into his flesh. The scars were so deep he could almost feel Bakura's hands along his spine, along his soul. He let out a deep moan of want and desire, grabbing ahold of Bakura's waist and drawing him closer.

((Ryou babysitting sounds funny >:D ohhh and we should add marik to! Just for shits and giggles i love that saying lolz shits and giggles :3
))
Bakura smiled as malik moaned and continued traceing his scars while licking at his neck and he whispered against the flawlessly tanned skin "do you want me Malik?" He smiled of course knowing the answer but loving the sound of Maliks answer anyway

(( Grazias! So, shall I bring in the little rascals? xD And I'm gonna assume you're taking Ryou? And I Marik?
Also, this is a shame. This is getting all emotionally erotic; Imma miss it. xD ))

Malik had to inhail deeply to even build up the strength to say it, and it was so hard to rip his attention away from Bakura's delicate fingers running along the lengh of his spine, his tongue tracing lines on his collar- but he needed to say it.
"Yes."

((of course and me to! i love it its so cute and amazing))
Bakura smiled loving the way malik said that single word, that single word that held so much meaning for him, that word that meant love and acceptance from the only one who he'd ever ask it of, the word that held everything he has ever wanted since falling for Malik, that one word that held the key to his happiness.... the word that meant malik, his malik wanted him, in every way, that he was wanted, not just not his looks, that he not hated, not shunned for once in his life (if you could call it life seeing as he's dead...). The word that told him everything he ever wanted to hear (in this perticular situation). he kissed Malik deeply moving both hands to cup Maliks face wrapping his legs around maliks waist pulling himself closer

Malik turned his head to deapen the kiss, losing all semblance of any organized thought he once had; all that he felt now was love. Pure, unadulterated love, in the most open of areas at the most innapropriate times- love.
They kissed like that for a while, Malik running his hands through Bakura's hair and letting out moans of pleasure and simply relishing the time he could hold Bakura in his arms.
But that time was short-lived, it seemed.
"Mr. Ryou! Mr. Ryou we found them!"

(( DarkRed in quotation marks = Kairi speaking. o 3o ))