"Lovely Insomnia"

By: Enkidu

Rating: PG-13

Pairings: Bakura/Malik

Warnings: Yaoi. Fluff. OoC.

Summary: Bakura can't sleep, so he decides to pay his boyfriend a visit in the middle of the night. Really just a product of my weird and tired brain.

Notes: Written because I have insomnia, and I'm bored... and I felt like writing...and it was either this or something highly angsty, so deal with it!

Story Notes: Takes place about a year after events in YGO. Don't know what happens at the end of the series, so am going to assume Bakura is still alive and well, and Ryou has reclaimed the Sennen Ring from Atem (Yami) again (Why did Malik give it to him to begin with? -_-; *Grumbles*)

The door to the balcony was left partially open as Bakura stepped lightly into the dark, quiet apartment of his boyfriend. It had been a while since he had gazed upon the strangely alluring lavender eyes that the Egyptian boy possessed. Well, actually, it had only been about a day, but the day apart was enough to leave Bakura basking in a high amount of boredom. There had been nothing to do in Ryou's home since Ryou was away visiting his mother in northern Japan, leaving the house alone to Bakura. Naturally, Malik offered his apartment for Bakura to reside in temporarily so he wouldn't be alone, but Bakura refused, simply to avoid having to put up with Rishid for a week. It was no large secret that the tomb robber did not get along very well with Malik's foster brother, having long since had a rivalry with him over Malik's attention.

Luckily for Bakura, that Malik conveniently had a balcony attached to his room and that the Egyptian boy happened to sleep with his door closed. There was also the factor of Rishid being an extremely heavy sleeper, which always worked well to Bakura's advantage. He wasn't up to being chased around by an erratic, half-asleep bald man with an extremely sharp set of Egyptian daggers hidden somewhere in his sleep clothes. No, he was not in the mood for that at all.

Upon setting foot into the dark room of his young boyfriend, his eyes strayed to the figure on the bed, surprised that he hadn't stirred or awoken. Malik was known for being a very light sleeper, awakening at even the smallest pin drop, but the boy that was curled up on one side didn't move an inch. Instead, soft breathing could be heard from his body, his chest rising and falling evenly as he chewed on the corner of the pillow he was clutching tightly to his chest. At first, Bakura almost regretted sneaking in, unwilling to disturb the boy from his peaceful rest, knowing how rare it was that Malik ever had any sleep without the plague of disturbing nightmares. However, as he gazed upon the adorable sight of the young Egyptian, precariously sucking on the edge of his pillow, looking like a tiny kitten, he was glad to be rewarded with the interesting sight.

For a moment, he contemplated just watching Malik the rest of the night and enjoying the unguarded behavior of the blond. It was so rare to catch him in such an undignified manner, granted Malik acted more and more like a child each day, regaining some of the childhood that had been taken away from him. For that, Bakura was glad as he enjoyed a light-hearted, joyous Malik more than a brooding, vengeful and spiteful teenager he had met about a year ago.

Things had changed so much between them. They once viewed each other so distrustfully and as mere pawns in gaining what each of them wanted. A night of crazed hormones had disturbed their once distant partnership, and they soon turned into bedmates, making a frequent habit of fucking wherever the urge had taken them. It wasn't until after Battle City when things between them grew deeper and more intense. Malik quit being a recluse and unloaded his past and all his emotions onto a silent, but accepting Bakura who would lightly stroke his hair and murmur words of comfort in Egyptian, and Bakura quit being a cold-hearted bastard and allowed himself to accept Ryou as a close friend and Malik as a lover.

Still trapped in his musings about his deepening relationship with Malik, he didn't notice when one lavender eye cracked open. He did, however, notice a sharp dagger whizzing by his head, nearly chopping his ear off in the process. Bakura's eyes grew to the size of saucers, and he mentally berated himself for getting too distracted and perhaps forgetting how easily alarmed Malik would be if he woke up to strange men in his bedroom. Lucky for him that Malik's aim appeared off that night. He would have deeply missed his left ear.

"You know I could have killed you in your sleep with how long you took to react to my presence," Bakura hissed, trying to get over some of the mild shock he felt.

He saw Malik sit up and blink his eyes rapidly before squinting in the dark, looking half asleep with his hair tousled. "...Bakura?" he asked in a gentle voice.

"You nearly took my ear off," the tomb robber continued, making his way to the edge of the bed and sitting down.

Malik leaned close, still unbelieving of whom was sitting in front of him. Then..."What the hell are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

The Egyptian boy could be so cranky when awoken from his beauty sleep. Bakura simply rolled his eyes and waved his hand around flippantly. "Was in the neighborhood. Decided to drop by."

"Through my window?" Malik asked, his eyes having strayed the fact that his balcony door had been left open.

"I didn't want to wake up Baldy," the tomb robber answered with a simple shrug.

A soft sigh left the Egyptian boy's mouth as he ran tanned fingers through his messy hair, attempting to comb some order back into it. "You should have just stayed over," he finally said after a while.

"I could have, but I didn't. Deal with it."

This caused Malik to roll his eyes in annoyance. "Well, since you are here..." He leaned forward and planted a chaste kiss against Bakura's lips before pulling away with a small grin tugging at his lips.

Bakura quirked an eyebrow before his own lips curled in a decidedly devilish grin. With a soft growl, he pounced on his young boyfriend and knocked him onto his back just before sitting himself on top of him.

"Oh, is that what you came for?" Malik inquired, a bit out of breath.

With a huff, the tomb robber scowled a bit. "No, that's not what I came here for. I had other intentions besides sex. I think you're probably the one who's always horny."

Lavender eyes glared up at him just before fingertips lightly brushed up along Bakura's hips. "Well... that is one of the reasons why I sleep without any clothes on," Malik responded with a naughty smirk.

"A fact that I'm very glad of but will not take advantage of at the moment." Slowly, Bakura moved off of the young Egyptian and lay by his side, gently trailing his hands over a well-defined chest. Those lavender eyes shifted to stare at him, filled with curiosity.

"Why'd you really come here then?"

"To see you," was the small, simple reply, but it had left Malik with an unmistakable amount of warmth that pooled at the pit of his stomach. He gave the tomb robber a small smile, resting one hand over Bakura's questing fingers and moving them towards where his heart beat wildly.

Two silver eyebrows rose a bit in question as the tomb robber watched with their hands with growing interest, feeling the way the other's heart thrummed in his chest.

"This is how you make me feel whenever you're around," Malik whispered so quietly that Bakura had to strain to hear. A light blush tinged the young Egyptian's cheeks as he admitted that, still insecure enough about his and Bakura's relationship to think that the white-haired spirit would laugh or be repulsed by his words. Instead, the corner of Bakura's lips tugged very slightly upwards, and he moved forward, placing a gentle kiss on his boyfriend's lips.

"I'm glad," Bakura whispered back after he pulled away from the kiss.

For a while, the room was bathed in silence, both of them simply enjoying each other's presence. Bakura's hand continued to trace over Malik's nicely toned torso, taking pleasure in the way the tanned Egyptian closed his eyes and relaxed, allowing Bakura complete access to his body, a privilege that the tomb robber wouldn't abuse. Instead, he continued to feel and memorize every inch of his body, paying close attention to how Malik reacted to the simple touches. His fingertips glided across the vast planes of his stomach and abdomen, careful of not breeching lower areas as he didn't want to discomfort his boyfriend with the pain of arousal when he was clearly so much at peace.

The young Egyptian's face went smooth, and his body was nearly melting into the bed sheets as a soft purr fell from parted lips. Bakura was oddly fascinated with the childlike appearance his boyfriend seemed to gain in his sleep. Even after all he had been through, Malik still managed to retain a sense of naïveté that couldn't be broken no matter how many times Bakura fucked him.

The quiet serenity of the moment was shattered when a low giggle erupted from the flaxen-haired Egyptian as Bakura's fingers traced down his ribs. The tomb robber quirked an eyebrow at the uncharacteristic sound and lightly poked the nearly-slumbering boy in the side. "Did you just giggle?"

A set of eyes shot open before a scowl spread across Malik's face. "No! I don't giggle!"

"I think you did."

"I did not."

"Yes, you did."

"I told you. I don't giggle."

"You do. Look, I'll demonstrate." With that, Bakura trailed his fingers firmly over Malik's sensitive rib bones and elicited more giggles from him. "You giggled."

"That was not-" whatever the young Egyptian was about to say was cut off as the tomb robber struck with a full-fledged attack, rolling on top of the tanned body and tickling whatever inch of skin his long, thin fingers could reach, searching for particularly sensitive spots.

The assault had Malik laughing and desperately trying to push Bakura and his wandering fingers off while squirming around wildly. "Sto~op!!" he cried, tears filling his eyes.

Bakura didn't relent, straddling Malik's waist and tickling over his shoulders then under his arms and up and down along his sides. It had Malik bucking upwards wildly, attempting to shove off the tomb robber while he continued to cry out pleas for him to stop or have mercy.

After a while, Bakura's fingers stilled, and he bent down over a teary-eyed Malik and kissed him soundly as an apology to the mild torture he just had bestowed on him. The Egyptian's mild anger wavered, and he found himself accepting the kiss and the apology. No matter how hard he tried, he could never stay angry at Bakura for more than a few seconds. The tomb robber was just too damn sexy and too damn kind at opportune moments for his own good. When their lips broke apart, a small pout flitted over Malik's lips.

"Well, I hope you enjoyed that. You probably woke Rishid up."

"No, you probably woke Rishid up with your laughing," Bakura countered, a grin tugging at his lips.

"Well, you didn't have to tickle me."

"Well, you didn't have to have such an overly sensitive body."

"Never complained about it before," Malik muttered, trailing his hands beneath Bakura's shirt to lightly rub over his bare sides.

"That's because I like your body," Bakura muttered just before planting a line of soft kisses down Malik's neck, waiting for the soft moan that would accompany this action. When it finally came, he grinned inwardly to himself, having memorized all of Malik's erogenous zones after months of sleeping with him. His expression grew more wicked as his mouth closed around a particular spot in his neck that always managed to send Malik into a pleasure-filled frenzy.

The light suckling motion of his mouth did indeed cause Malik to react with hearty moans, raising his hips upwards as his hands squeezed the tomb robber's hip bones. "Ah, Bakura," he gasped softly. It seemed that all thoughts of going back to sleep immediately had fled, and now, both of them wanted something entirely different.

Bakura left his mouth latched around the slim, tanned neck, bruising it with both teeth and the forceful suction of his mouth while his hands sought to keep busy, traveling across Malik's chest and pausing to toy with his nipples. In response, the young Egyptian only buried his fingers deeper into Bakura's sides and squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a loud mewling sound from deep within his throat.

Black spots suddenly dotted Bakura's vision, and he had to blink to clear them, feeling the most bizarre ache in the back of his skull. He wasn't quite sure what caused it at first, but a dark figure looming in the corner of his eyes gave a bit of a clue. His head whipped around to catch a glimpse of whoever intruded upon them, and his eyes narrowed into a peeved glare at the sight he was presented with.

Rishid stood at the foot of the bed, tightly clutching a broom in his two hands and glaring at Bakura with a look that could burn through almost anything. "Get. Out," the rather hairless Egyptian hissed, obviously distressed by being woken up to the sounds of foreplay.

"Rishid...?" Malik said quietly from beneath Bakura, a dark flush upon his cheeks, and his speech laden with soft pants.

"I apologize for interrupting you, Malik-sama, but you need your rest. In case you have forgotten, you have to wake up early tomorrow for your job interview."

The young Egyptian groaned loudly and let his head hit the back of the pillow in obvious frustration. "That's right."

Bakura nearly growled at the triumphant look on Rishid's face. "Hey, I don't intend on leaving," the tomb robber said as he moved off of Malik and settled next to him, snuggling close to his body.

"But, you could be a distraction to him... even impede upon his much needed sleep," Rishid attempted to argue.

But clearly, Bakura had already won. Malik gave Rishid an almost apologetic look. "He stays. I always sleep much better with him next to me, and, as you said, I do need my rest."

Now, it was Bakura's turn to smile in triumph at the look of annoyance that passed briefly over Rishid's features. "Very well," the man said before trudging out of the room, leaving the door open to interrupt them if he needed to.

The blond-haired Egyptian turned on his side, sighing softly. "Sorry about that. Does your head hurt much?"

Bakura shrugged casually, unwilling to make a huge deal of the rather painful ache in his head. "Rent-a-cop over there has hit me with worse."

Malik chuckled softly and tugged at Bakura's clothes. "Yeah, yeah. Get naked, so we can get some sleep."

Obediently, the tomb robber rose from bed and stripped himself of all his clothing before settling back next to Malik and pulling the young boy against his chest, keeping his arms tightly locked around his slim body in a firm embrace. Malik's eyes slid close, and he easily melted against him, burying his face against the pale neck and relishing the scent of Bakura's favourite orange-scented body wash (not that Bakura would ever admit to using body wash since he thought the stuff was a little too fruity for his tastes...).

"'kura," came the soft murmur after a couple of minutes of silence.

"Hm?"

"I love you," Malik whispered as quietly as he could manage, knowing that the words felt so natural to him yet still fearing some sort of rejection.

Bakura smiled affectionately in his near sleep and responded with a gruff, "Yeah, yeah. I love you, too"

The young Egyptian couldn't hold back his own smile and snuggled as close as possible to the tomb robber. Then, Bakura continued with the words, "...even if you do giggle like a little girl."

~The End~