"So," Malik began, looking down at Bakura. "Where to now?"

Bakura looks confused "Well wernt we going to that club?" He looks at Malik questioningly had he been lying completely? There was a new club right? He had thought he had heard about on, but biw he was second guessing himself

"It doesn't open for another eight hours or so." Malik pointed out.

Oooooohhhhhh that makes sense..... Bakura yawned and pointed to a bench while curling up in Maliks arms "well then, up for a nap? Lets just go to sleep for a little bit..."

"Promise you'll get up when I ask first, Bakura." Both the bite marks and the scratches from earlier that morning were itchy, and quite unnatractive, and more were certainly not want.

Bakura sighs recalling that morning and says grudgingly "I promise...." he kisses Maliks cheek. He could wake up easily if he wanted to, its just now that he dosnt have to worry about something killing him in his sleep as much, he had grown to like sleeping in as it wasn't a luxury he has had for most of his existence. In addition he was more of a night person anyway, darkness was his element and he loved being surrounded by it.

"Fine then." Malik sat down on the previously mentioned bench, balling up his and Bakura's shirts and using them as a pillow, He set Bakura somewhat on top of him, the albino's head resting on his bare chest.

Bakura sighed softly and contently and curled up on Maliks chest purring a little and he kissed Maliks soft tanned lips once, before he put his head down to go to sleep. He then quickly followed through falling asleep quickly.

Malik starred down at the white-haired man, prone form curled up on top of him. Usually, his face was so filled with malice, contempt, and anger, he didn't get a chance to really look at him.
Thin lips curled back in a genuine, happy smile, and closed eyes fluttered gently as he slept. He looked so peaceful, Malik kind of wished he could see it more often. Seeing another level to his lover was one of the best things about the morning, the evening- Malik always made sure he fell asleep last.
But Malik stopped his musings there, and closed his eyes, resting a hand on Bakura's chest to keep him steady. And, with that, he fell asleep to the beating heart of his one and only.

(( That was so cheesy 8D ))

((It was beautiful now for Ryou evilness))
Ryou was just leaving with Marik the kids and finnaly finnished with the stage. He stopped thinking he was seeing two hobos asleep on a bench when he relized it was the yamis! And they stillhadn't gotten clothes on! "WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING!? YOU HAVE A HOUSE GO SLEEP THERE!"he was still angery for earlier

Malik peeked open an eye, severely peeved. He had been having a nice dream invlolving Bakura and Justin Timberlake, and Ryou had just completely ruined it. But he was still half asleep, so his response was less the epic.
"Fuck you."
He hoped it did the trick.

Bakura woke with a snarl because he imeadetly noticed he wasn't being woken by Malik. he was pissed his eyes snapped open and he glared at Ryou and Marik "I was asleep" he sat up a little groweling "go away now..." he put his head back on Maliks chest. He closed his eyes again hoping he would just leave.
Ryou looked pissed "no I wont go away! Get dressed and go home!"

"God, Ryou; stop being such a prissy." Malik's voice was dangerously close to whining. "Just go away." He drew out the way, so it was somewhere between a growl and a whine. It was trying to find a middleground between annoying and badass, and was doing a rather shitty job.

Bakura snarled in agreement "ya, go away! you can't make us leave, as girly as you two are, you are not our mother's so fuck off"
Ryou look genuinely hurt he was used to being called girly and prissy by the bullys but the yamis as mean as they are had never called him that, tears shone in his eyes
Bakura cracked an eye open knowing to late that Ryou might start crying damn sensitive hikari. When he saw he was right he sighed "damnit Ryou sont cry but please go away" he really hated that his hikari had to be baby'd, no one elses, nooooo but his, his would break into tears if you called him a girl

"Ryou..." Malik sighed. "Ryou don't cry..." It was hard to be consoling when you were trying to sleep and you wanted to do many a painful thing to the one you were making a half-assed attempt at comforting.

Ryou had a few tears rolling down his cheeks and he turned his head away difiantly "I'm not crying"
Bakura growels closing his eyes head still down "don't even try to lie to me Ryou"
Ryou turned back to them sniffling and he rubed is eyes furiously hands balling up into fists as he rubs at his eyes, but he says nothing
"Ryyyoouuu" Bakura growels
"FINE! I'm crying happy now?" He crosses his arms like a bratt
"No now stop crying and go away" is his short and impatient response

"Ryou..." Marik sighed. "Ryou, let's just leave." It's not our job to be the "voice of justice", they can be a slutty as they want... Marik grumbled internally, crossing his arms and placing the majority of his weight on his left foot, so he was leaning slightly.

Ryou sighs softly and hugs Marik tightly snuggling his face into mariks chest "okay then... lets go home"
Bakura sighs thankfully "finally!" he mutters quietly in relief, what the bloody hell was up with running into the hikaris today! And was it just him or were they purposefully being extra annoying today?

Malik blushed. "Oh- okay." Malik awkardly wrapped an arm around Ryou's waist, leading him out of the park.
"Ugh, agreed." Malik nodded.

Bakura flipped over onto his stomach so he could look down into Maliks beautiful deep lavender eyes "what time is it?" He asked softly. Now that he was up he wanted to get up and go somewhere...

Malik wasn't entirely sure, but considering how dark it was already and how (moderatley) cold it was, it was pretty late. "I'd say nine-thirty or so."

Bakura smiled "no wonder I feel so much more awake" he kissed Maliks nose sweetly just barely brushing the tanned skin with his own extremely pale lips "is that club open yet?" He questioned softly

"I'd say it is," Malik said coyly, eyes narrowing and corners of his mouth upturning into a sly smirk. "Bakura? There'll be plenty of time for you to be on my later..." His voice was dripping with foreshadowing. "Could you get up, so we can go?"

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Bakura smirks at his words and nips his noes playfully "okay" he says suductivly before he gets off of Malik and he grabs his shirt "i don't know whether they'll let us in without a shirt" he puts it on and then his duster soon follows as he slips the pitch black material over his slim pale skined arms and onto his thin shoulders.

Malik grabbed his and wrapped it around his shoulders; he didn't feel like putting it on. He was pretty sure he wouldn't need to, but he didn't feel like saying so. Instead, hands on his hips, he walked out in front of Bakura. "Come on, then."