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- Afterglow -

Bakura's face was flushed as he sat in an upright position on the couch and looked sidelong at Malik, his pale lips in a straight line for a moment and then broke out in a slow-forming grin.

"You sore?"

The blond was having trouble steadying his breathing but he looked up nonetheless. "Yes, a little."

"That's good then," Bakura said, looking away.

"Why's it good?"

"It means I did a good job."

Malik rolled his eyes. "It means I was a virgin. We're all sore after our first time." He tired to sit up and a sharp pain was sent up his spine, laying him back down on the couch. Listening idly to Bakura's chuckle at his pain, Malik laid his silky legs over Bakura's bare lap and rested his head on the armrest behind him. "Ugh… I don't even feel like moving…"

Bakura said nothing, only reached over to the coffee table for his jeans and fished around in the back pocket.

"What are you doing?"

"Saving you," he said, pulling out a packet of cigarettes.

Malik lavender eyes narrowed. "I thought you quit."

He shrugged, taking one out. "Sorry you thought that."

"Give me that!" He reached for the one Bakura had hanging out of the side of his mouth but shrieked and fell back down.

Bakura smirked.

"You said you wouldn't anymore," Malik insisted, pleading.

"Listen," he sighed, "if I don't calm myself down, you're in for another pounding. And, from the looks of it, I don't think you want that."

Malik frowned and exhaled a breath. He sat up, wincing through the pain and took the cigarette from his lover's mouth and then took the pack, throwing both across the room. Bakura immediately opened his mouth to speak but was silenced by Malik's lips over his. When he pulled away, he said, "I'll be your cigarette."

"But you…"

Malik laughed and took Bakura's shoulders in his hands, pulling the spirit down on top of him.