[fic] A Dead Dedication - Silence
※ Pairing - MarikxRyou
※ Written - April 3rd, 2006
※ Warnings - fluff I think?
※ Disclaimer - I obviously don't own it.
※ Deathshipping #9 ※
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It was early, that much Ryou knew. He didn’t mind though, as long as the second tongue in his mouth kept doing what it was doing. And it did it so well. When air became essential, the second tongue slowly retreated and brown eyes gazed up into lavender and a smile formed on his lips.
Good morning. Said Ryou’s smile.
I love you. Replied Marik’s eyes.
Ryou giggled as Marik nuzzled his neck than settled down beside the smaller boy. They lay together in silence; both glad that it was the weekend and that there wasn’t any school to interrupt them. It was only about six thirty in the morning, so nobody could interrupt them either.
Marik’s stomach growled.
Ryou giggled, giving the other a soft kiss. Let’s go make breakfast. Ryou tugged on Marik’s larger hand.
The spirit pouted as he let himself be dragged from the bed. But I’m warm. He was led up the stairs, out of the basement he’d claimed as his own and into a familiar kitchen. Marik liked his family’s kitchen, the atmosphere was warm.
He liked it best when Ryou was in his family’s kitchen.
The two set about, wordlessly getting things ready for breakfast. Both knew, having done this multiple times before, when everyone else would gather around the table. They still had a little time alone together.
So while Ryou mixed the pancake batter, Marik stood behind him and nipped constantly at his neck. While Marik flipped the browning pancakes, Ryou distractingly nuzzled against him.
Not a word was spoken between the two, there rarely ever was. There didn’t need to be. No, there was no link that had formed so they could communicate without speaking.
They just knew.
Marik grinned as he gave Ryou’s lips one last kiss before the inevitable happened.
Ryou giggled quietly as he locked his and Marik’s fingers at the sounds of footsteps coming down the stairs from the top floor.
“Yay! Pancakes!” Malik Ishtar was altogether too perky in the mornings to be human.
“Shut up Ishtar, you’re voice annoys me.” Where as Yami Bakura was the complete opposite.
Isis came into the room, followed by Rishid. She smiled at the two already sitting at the table, “Thank you for breakfast guys, it smells wonderful.” She sat down at her normal chair and helped herself. Rishid ruffled Ryou’s hair before seating himself as well.
Marik rolled his eyes as Bakura squeaked when Malik stole one of his pancakes. He looked over at Ryou as the two got into a fight and pouted slightly. They’re idiots! He complained.
Ryou only smiled in amusement as he stole a piece from Marik’s own plate, quickly slipping the strawberry covered batter into his mouth. They’re lovable idiots.
Amidst the chatter and noise the two sat still, quiet, yet carrying on a conversation all of their own.
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※ Written - April 3rd, 2006
※ Warnings - fluff I think?
※ Disclaimer - I obviously don't own it.
※ Deathshipping #9 ※
ღ - ღ - ღ
It was early, that much Ryou knew. He didn’t mind though, as long as the second tongue in his mouth kept doing what it was doing. And it did it so well. When air became essential, the second tongue slowly retreated and brown eyes gazed up into lavender and a smile formed on his lips.
Good morning. Said Ryou’s smile.
I love you. Replied Marik’s eyes.
Ryou giggled as Marik nuzzled his neck than settled down beside the smaller boy. They lay together in silence; both glad that it was the weekend and that there wasn’t any school to interrupt them. It was only about six thirty in the morning, so nobody could interrupt them either.
Marik’s stomach growled.
Ryou giggled, giving the other a soft kiss. Let’s go make breakfast. Ryou tugged on Marik’s larger hand.
The spirit pouted as he let himself be dragged from the bed. But I’m warm. He was led up the stairs, out of the basement he’d claimed as his own and into a familiar kitchen. Marik liked his family’s kitchen, the atmosphere was warm.
He liked it best when Ryou was in his family’s kitchen.
The two set about, wordlessly getting things ready for breakfast. Both knew, having done this multiple times before, when everyone else would gather around the table. They still had a little time alone together.
So while Ryou mixed the pancake batter, Marik stood behind him and nipped constantly at his neck. While Marik flipped the browning pancakes, Ryou distractingly nuzzled against him.
Not a word was spoken between the two, there rarely ever was. There didn’t need to be. No, there was no link that had formed so they could communicate without speaking.
They just knew.
Marik grinned as he gave Ryou’s lips one last kiss before the inevitable happened.
Ryou giggled quietly as he locked his and Marik’s fingers at the sounds of footsteps coming down the stairs from the top floor.
“Yay! Pancakes!” Malik Ishtar was altogether too perky in the mornings to be human.
“Shut up Ishtar, you’re voice annoys me.” Where as Yami Bakura was the complete opposite.
Isis came into the room, followed by Rishid. She smiled at the two already sitting at the table, “Thank you for breakfast guys, it smells wonderful.” She sat down at her normal chair and helped herself. Rishid ruffled Ryou’s hair before seating himself as well.
Marik rolled his eyes as Bakura squeaked when Malik stole one of his pancakes. He looked over at Ryou as the two got into a fight and pouted slightly. They’re idiots! He complained.
Ryou only smiled in amusement as he stole a piece from Marik’s own plate, quickly slipping the strawberry covered batter into his mouth. They’re lovable idiots.
Amidst the chatter and noise the two sat still, quiet, yet carrying on a conversation all of their own.
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