"I'll go look," Malik stood, making his way to the kitchen in search of said painkiller. He had to search through two or three different cabinets- they weren't the neatest people on earth- but finally found the white-and-blue bottle of generic ibuprofen on the top shelf next to the fridge. He stared at it for a moment, trying to figure out how many he should bring Bakura, but just decided on taking the whole bottle and letting Bakura decide for himself (however unwise that might be).
He reached up and grabbed the bottle, absentmindedly tossing it from one hand to the other as he walked back to their room, popping it open and setting it on the bedside table.

Bakura grabbed the bottle and took the right amount and ate them quickly. Then he looked at Malik and sighed "a-about last night, I'm sorry I woke you up" he knew the subject of what happened last night was bound to come up, so why not just get it over with...

Bakura looked upset about it- how could he not be? "Bakura, don't worry about it... It's no problem." Malik said simply. Sure, he wouldn't be too grateful if Bakura woke up that night, bawling his eyes out again, but it wasn't like Malik couldn't handle a little less sleep than usual.

bakura nodded looking down "okay" he says softly thinking about last night

Malik sat back down beside Bakura, curling up beside him. "You should get some rest."

bakura nodded exhausted all of a sudden "okay....i love you malik" he said softly and grabbed maliks hand holding it tightly while he slowly drifted off

"I love you too, mabub." Malik answered, pulling the covers over his shoulders and wrapping his arm around Bakura's shoulders. The only upside to his lover's cold/flu/whatever it was was he made quite the wonderful heater. He fell asleep with his head tucked between Bakura's shoulder and cheek, breathing steady and eyes gently fluttering as he dreamed of blood and massacre and Bakura in a maid's outfit (and then not in any outfit), rare and gentle smile creeping onto his face.

(( Mabub = the best phonetic I could get from محبوب, which is Arabic for "loveable"/"darling"/"beloved". ))

((sorry im not much help i have no clue what that is....Fish'd might know where you can find one... Do you Fish'd? Oh and Fish'd.....SOOOOO FREAKING CUTE!))

when bakura woke up he groaned softly, noticing he is way to hot. so he slowly moved to take the blankets off himself while being careful to keep maliks on him (which was difficult considering he was still wrapped in his arms). He smiled weakly feeling the rooms cooler air hitting his skin and cooling him down and he sighed quietly trying not to wake up malik like last time.

Malik peeked one eye open, stirred by the movement of his lover. Seeing that he'd removed his blankets, the Egyptian tugged them back over Bakura's shoulders. "you have to stay covered," He said, although not clearly at all- he was still mostly asleep.

bakura kicked them off again stubbornly "but its hooootttt" bakura wined now that his lover was awake he didn't mind be louder

Malik sighed. Apparently, illness and a lack of sleep made Bakura really whiny. "It'll keep your fever down." Malik explained, pulling the covers back up and spooning Bakura, so as to keep them there.

bakura wiggles uncomfortably "but its so hot...." he say softly. and it was he was sweating, it felt like he was in a oven.

"It doesn't matter..." Malik wrapped his arms around Bakura tighter in a vain attempt to stop his squirming. "Sit still, Bakura! I'm trying to sleep..."

bakura stops moving immediately wanting malik to get some sleep after all he has been keeping him up. "okay..." he says frowning and trying not to groan. He was sweltering.

Malik laid a quick peck to Bakura's cheek and shifted slightly, getting comfortable. He closed his eyes, and pressed his face into Bakura's soft, white hair- which, for the first time in a long time, didn't smell like blood- and promptly passed out again.

when he felt that malik was asleep bakura began slipping out of the blanket. first peeking a leg out, then moving slowly, two legs. then he moved on getting to out an arm, then his other. then he slowly shrugged the blanket off so it fell between malik and him, covering malik while leaving him to cool down. he smiled happily and closed his eyes.

Malik failed to notice his lover slipping the blankets off again, as he was already quite dead asleep and having a wonderfully wicked dream...
"Malik, you've been such a bad boy; I'll just have to punish you."
Bakura stood in the doorway, hip cocked to one side, hands on his waist. In his grip he held what looked like an expensive riding crop, along with a pair of padded handcuffs. He wore hip-hugging leather boy-shorts that just barely covered everything, and only an open leather vest on his top. A police-style hat rested atop his fluffy white hair.
And he just looked so sexy...

bakura snuggled closer to malik happily, the cool air feeling nice on his skin added to maliks arm around him.... he was pretty happy for being sick.

Malik would have stayed asleep, dreaming of Bakura in leather (omnomnom), but the growing heat in his pelvis promptly woke him up, and he found himself letting go of Bakura to curl up on the other side of the bed, face beet-red.

bakura turned over feeling malik wake up and turn over "malik you okay?" he said concerned

Malik bit his bottom lip and held his hands between his legs, trying desperately to think of horrible, terrible, decidedly not sexy things- dead kittens? Car accidents?- as he tried to answer. "y-yeah. Jus-just-" He let a quiet moan slip past his lips, then immediately bit it back, turning, if possible, redder.

Bakura looked confused as malik....moaned? "ugh....Malik" he flicked his eyes downward "Malik? Are you....?" He says in shock trailing off as he saw something making a bump in the blankets

Malik could feel his lover's gaze boring holes into the back of his head. This. This was most definitely not good. Pay no attention to the man behind the blankets, Bakura. "Am I what?"

"are you...hard?"he asked incredulously while sitting up to try to see if malik is indeed hard.

Malik lifted his knees so he was lying in the fetal position, trying his best to hide it. "N-no! Absolutely not, Bakura!"