What? You didn't think just cuz of Lunar Eclipse I was gonna stop with the one-shots, did you? XD Heck no, they're fun to write! So once again, short Psychoshipping fluff-shot because they make me smiles
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! MUST YOU KEEP REMINDING ME!? -sob-
This wasn't natural. Not for him, at least, not for who he was and who he had been and who he would always been. One of his blood and origin should not be able to do this...and yet somehow he did.
Frowning deeply the blue haired male sat cross legged on the bed, watching the slumbering form sprawled out before him intently, eyes watching sharply for even the slightest motion. At the moment his companion seemed to be in a peaceful sleep so Bakura allowed his eyes to wander, instead surveying the darkness of the room around them.
Blinking lights on the nearby alarm clock informed him it was well past 4 at night, but that was just fine. After all, neither if them needed sleep; but the blond one seemed to enjoy it, so who was he to complain?
Shaking his head with a sigh the thief returned his attention to Marik; instantly all defences shot upwards upon recognizing the sudden stressed grimace on the other's face. It was a regular occurrence. His companion suffered from night terrors, with no explanation and usually no reason. The few Marik remembered seemed to have no actual significance, strange things like drowning in pudding, but as was the younger's mind.
Bakura hesitated, resting his hands against the blankets, watching tensely as the blond shuddered. Resisted as long as he could, but when the first whimper broke the other's throat, he extended one palm carefully, fingers ever so gently brushing along the length of one arm.
Instantly the shivers vanished, face smoothing back out in calm bliss. And it confused him.
Bakura wasn't someone who most would accept, forget seek, forget need, comfort from. He was a psychopath, a murderer, a thief, a liar and about everything else that fell under the book of 'Traits Not To Trust'. And yet somehow, for reasons he couldn't even begin to fathom, even so much as a single one of his fingers against tan skin could chase away any fears that plagued Marik.
But maybe it didn't matter. Eyelids lowering as he traced the still form of his companion, noting the soft, even raise and fall of his chest, the limp fingers curled just slightly against the sheets, finally raising to settle on the ever so faint smile quirking the blond's lips.
Unable to stop himself Bakura felt his own lips turn upwards, reaching out to rest one palm firmly against Marik's chest, shifting to cover the other's body with his own as if to shield him from whatever troubled him during the night.
Maybe it didn't need to make sense. So what if he was a demon in flesh, a creature of darkness...For whatever reason, Marik wanted him. No...Marik needed him.
And as the thief nuzzled his face into the other's throat, he realized the reason it didn't matter the most, was because he needed Marik too.
R&R if you liked! xD Or..if you didn't like, I guess. I could use the flames for marshmallows x: