Climbing   von Midknight
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                              Kapitel 1: Climbing
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"Are you serious about that, Marik?" The whitehaired thief raised an eyebow
while inspecting the sign in front of them. "Climbing Park" it spoke with its
wooden carved letters. Climbing. An ordinary tourist attraction. Bakura couldn't
believe that these goofy mortals made an attraction out of climbing around in
bloody trees afterall.
"Duh, off course I am! What a dumb question, Fluffy", Marik snarled while
looking restless happy at the other tourists carefully tripping over a few robes
up above their heads. The curious purple eyes looked even brighter than his
ridicouless happy smile. Bakura quickly looked back to the wooden letters after
he recognised that he was starring on the young mans face again, somehow beeing
touched by his smile. He blinked a few times, though he still couldn't do else
but beeing pleased about his friends mood. He felt Mariks arm brushing his own
while the egyptian brightfully continued:
"You'll see! This is going to be friggin awesome. It is just like in the
videogames. Like playing Prince of Persia....only.....it is real! We are really
climbing from plateau to plateau over robes and stuff....gaaah hopefully they'll
let us make friggin Wallwalk too! I mean....it has to be exactly like Prince of
Persia. Don't you think so, Kitty?! Anyway the best part will be that we'll look
sexy all the time. Not that I wouldn't look sexy all the time anyway-"
"Urgh...will you stop calling me stupid names in public, Marik?!", Bakura
grunted. 
"No", Marik simply answered and before Bakura could do anything against it, a
warm tanned hand grapped his own pale and a redicoulos happy grinning egyptian
pulled him towards the check enthusiasticly.

30 Minutes later filled with a catfight with the guy on the check ("Huh? The
frigg?! I'm not a girl and I don't need my parents to climb around here. I
allready killed them anyway!"), looking for a violet helmet ("You are kidding
me,right? I cannot wear a yellow helmet with that top! Also I don't want to look
like friggin Bob the Builder!") and looking for a toilet ("You want  me to pee
behind a WHAT?! Seriously, Fluffy! We are not in the dark ages anymore. This is
friggin 2014! There has to be a friggin toilet somewhere!) they where almoust
ready for the climb.....and also Bakuras patience was almoust on its end.
What the bloody hell was he doing here anyway?! He should plan for Egypt. For
the way how he could allure the pharaoh to there, how he could bring every
single item to the bloody stone and how he could possibly keep that promise he
gave that night 1000 of years ago to that lonely little boy, only surviver of
this lonely little village - the promise to bring him the justice he deserved,
to come back and bring him his revenge....and now what?!
Here he was....on the side of the dumbest person on this planet.....watching a
horny stupid mortal who told them how to put on this redicoules climbing
equipment - actually using his position so he could touch everybodys butt.
Here he was next to this stupid, annoying, loud, naive wanker.........and
couldn't stop looking at him because he looked so happy right now. So content as
if everything was allright, as if he finally could forget what happened to him
and could still happen. About the Pharraoh, his father, his solitary, the scars
on his back, his lost childhood, his fear waiting for him in every dark
cornor....as if he could forget it all, only living here and now....being so
idiotically happy.....looking so beautiful while doing-

"What the  frigg are you doing there?!" The twangy voice brought Bakura back to
present.
He blinked confused while realising that he just trangled himself completly in
the ropes of the climbig equipment. He stumbled a bit but it made his trap even
worse.
"I am riding a unicorn while eating a sandwich. What the fuck does it look
like?!", he grunted back, his cheeks lighty blushing in embaresment. He really
hadn't notice what he was doing while his mind was trapped in his thoughts.
Marik gave him an irritated glare. "A unicorn and a sandwich?", he slowly
repeated, blinking adorably confused "I can't see either of this stuff. The only
thing I see is that I'm not calling you a kitten for nothing." He grinned
childish. Bakura sighted annoyed. Either Marik wanted to bother him even more or
he didn't get the ironic dark humour again taking the unicorn thing
serious....and was therefor a total idiot......

Wait, we are talking about Marik.....of course he is a bloody idiot....

Bakura rolled his eyes. "Just cut the crap and help me out of here", he murmed
slightly pissed while making another helpless attempt to come out of his
ropetrap by struggling.
Marik chuckled softly. "What's that? Kitty needs my help", he cooed grinning
over his whole face.
"Maaarik!", the thief hissed angriely.
Another soft chuckle......that kind of chuckle wich made him no longer wanting
to strangle his opponent with his genitals after his freedom. Instead he just
grumbled around silently while his friend stepped closer. Long tanned fingers
brushed his skin and the fabric of his clothes while Marik released him from his
prison, bringing the ropes also in the right position. 
Bakura felt his cheeks turn in an even darker blush. He hated himself for it,
looked away in embaresment and hoped the other had not notice it nor doing any
dumb comment about it. 
Nothing like that. Instead he felt a weight on his shoulder when Marik placed
his chin there looking at him with gorgeous wide eyes. "Don't tell me you are
still furious at me because I wanted you to come with me? It's like I already
told you.....it wouldn't be any fun without you."
Bakura silently gulped, holding himself away from tenderly leaning on the body
of the egyptian he desired so unspeakebly right now for only the fact that he
would miss him. He couldn't say this though! What a sad excuse of a villain
would he be if he does so....prehabs he  would even disappoint Marik by acting
so weak......maybe.....prehabs.....

Stop starring at me like a dackson, damnit!

"Well, now I'm here and I can't do anything against this fact anymore, I'm
afraid.", he grumped simply, saving Mariks happy smirk with it.
"Yeah, that's a point!", he agreed, poking into the albinos belly "You are
defensless in my allmighty evil might. Njahahaha!" Bakura was sure that laught
was supposed to sound evil and intimadating but it didn't worked very
well......well actually it was Marik who made it. That way it simply sounded
goofy. Amazing how that guy could bring goofy and adorably so close togeth- now
what? It started to be not even goofy anymore. He simply laughed his arse off.
"What's so bloody funny?!", Bakura asked, allready prepared himself for great
bollocks. Marik now leaning on his side nearly in tears from giggleling.
"Just....look at your crotch.....wich pervy invented this?!", he breathed out
between his laughters.
Bakura lowered his gaze - and blinked slightly disturbed after it.  The
climbing equipment was on it's final position now. Starting from a belt with a
carabiner on its central a pair of gurdles now layed over Bakuras shoulders.
Another pair were tied tiedly around his thieghs. That way he would somehow
well....."sit" in the equipment if he should trip up there and would only hang
on that carabiner on his belt. However the problem was that these gurdles sat
very high up on his thighs. Actually almoust on their end. On a womans body that
wouldn't be a problem at all. Though he was only a shemale and not a
woman.....well.....

At least there wont be any mistakes by my gender today

"I can totally see your nob!", Marik chuckled, tears of laughter in his eyes,
giggleling around like a bloody highschoolbird.
"Shut your buggering face! You are acting like a baby!", Bakura grumbled back,
while his eyes wandered instinctly to the other mans crotch who also weared his
equipment allready. The thief didn't even recognise where his gaze was glued at
before a small grin appeared on the pallid lips. "Well at least the question of
questions is answered now."
Marik paused his giggleling as Bakura had hoped, only still grinning goofy.
"Really? What?"
"Well", Bakuras smirk grow a bit, finally showing slightly his teeth between the
pale lips, "mine is larger."
"Ah, I se- HEY!" Mariks hand went instinctly to his crotch in order to hide his
junk. And now it was  Bakuras turn to laugh. 

Bakura looked up to the tree where Mariks wellformed bottom just had
disappeared. That was pretty high. On the information board stood something
about 20 feet high actually. He gulped silently. There was it again. That voice
in the back of his head. Silently begging him not to climb up there. Please!

Shut up, host!
Florence....please.....this is to high.....we'll surely crash.....we are going
to break our neck! We-
Shut the BLOODY hell up! We wont crash! This is only your bloody behavior to pee
your pants when it's to high, dammit! I'm not afraid in bloody highs, you hear
me?!

"BAKOOORAAA! Did somebody eat you down there or are you finally coming up?!"
Bakura took a deep breath before his hand grapped the first rime of the rope
ladder. Step by step he climbed carfully up the shaky ladder. Pretty shaky
indeed. Or was he the one shaking?

I-it is not to late yet! We can still go back.....oh pleeease go  back! It is
way to bloody high!
I cannot hear you! Lalalalalalala - is somebody talking? Cause I'm not listening
- lalalalalalalala~

It was actually very high though. Way higher than Mariks treehouse and Bakura
was allready troubled to not let his curiosity win wich was thrilled to look
down. How many more rimes had that dumb thing anyway?!

I want my mommy!
I'm affraid I ate her last night.

And than suddenly a hand from above grabbed Bakuras with wich he had attempt to
catch the next rime. He shrieked back and stared up with wide brown eyes.
"Got ya!", he heared a twangy yell. Mariks head appeared between the green
looking at him with a big smirk. "Jeez, you are pale! Don't tell me I frightened
you?"
"In your bloody dreams prehabs!", Bakura grumbled offended, "and about my skin.
I'm always that pale you little foul."
"Dooh", he simply snarled, pulling him up, "You are normally not moving as fast
as a snail, though!" He hastened Bakura on the plateau with an a bit to
enthusiastic jerk, wich made the  whiteheared almoust trip over the ropes of
the rope ladder. He landed in a clumsy hug with Marik to avoid a chrash back
down. He felt Mariks body tense while his cheek was pressed against the lavender
fabric on his warm chest. A slight sense of Mariks ambra parfume sneaked into
the spirits nose, gave him a comfortable shiver before he looked up to catch the
egyptians curious gaze with his own dark eyes. There were a few seconds of
silence, only staring in each others eyes before Marik raised his eyebows. "Are
you sure, you're allright? You are acting a bit strange, Kitty."
Bakura blinked nervously and let go from his friend, grumbling: "Sure.....should
be anything wrong?" His opponent examined him with an suspicious gaze. Than
shrugged his shoulders. 
"Whatever. COME Bakura", he continued, grabbing the thieves hand, "let us
vanquish the complicated evil Trap-System so we can BREAK into the kings tomb in
order to get the Sand of TIME!"
Bakura gave him a gaze as if Marik had just asked him for a marriage. "Pardon?!"
"Doh! Just friggin do as if, Bakura! We are kicking in the footsteps of Prince
of Persia. Friggin improvise! I am the Prince of Persia and you are that Indian
Chick with the bow, you know?" 
"Aha..." 
"And first we have to go THERE!" 
Marik pointed to another plateau. Between it and them only the 20 feet deep
ground and a few ropes hanged down from above in loops and not looking very
inviting. Bakura made a few careful steps to the end of their plateau-

If you look down there I throw your ring in the bloody garbage while you're
asleep
Get lost, I surely- uhm I don't need to! I only want to have a closer look to
that rope-bollocks. And now shut your buggering face before I nail it shut!

"Right.......Marik.....how the bloody hell are we supposed to go there?", he
asked calmly.
"Isn't this obvious?", gave Marik back, smirking excited, "Watch!" He tripped
forward to the edge, hanged in the security carabiner and set his foot in the
first loop. Bakura forgot to breath for a second while he saw the boy
struggleling around in a clumsy way, saw him allready in real terms falling out
of the tree. Eventually Marik found ballance, swinging playfully now back and
forth, his foot in the loop and his hands on the ropes the only things wich
avoided him from crash. 
"Are you gone nuts, Marik?!", the Whiteheared grunted after him.
Marik giggled. "Ouh, chear up, Fluffy!", he cooed, making a nimbled jumb to the
next loop and changed his hands to the next ropes in the nick of time,
chuckleling even more as he almoust lost the control over the swinging loops,
"You totally have to do this! It is easier than it looks like! WEEEH! This is
totally like Tomb Raider.....just......a hundred terms more awesome!" Marik
arrived the next plateau in suprisingly little time, cheerfully waving his
friend. 
"Come on, Bakura! The next one looks even more funny!"
"Almoust there!", the spirit sighted, surrendered himself to his fait.

These were minutes of pure pain feeling like hours of pure pain. It was even
worse than getting dressed in a hello kitty skirt with fucking pink bows in your
hair by your own bloody parents.....well almoust. It came pretty close though. 
First was this bollocks with the looped ropes, wich made this bloody heart that
shouldn't had exist at all beat like hell, getting faster with every loop and
every trip. Next there was something called "Shao-Lin-Passage". Some shaky
wood-plateaus underneath bound together with a few ropes so that the plateaus on
the left side would move in the diffrent direction than their neighours on the
right when somebody walked above it. Here the sweat started. It wasn't from the
heat anyway, no matter how often Bakura repeated that for himself. On the middle
of that passage he had to think about that bloody Mythbusters-Episode about the
fear sweat and if you could smell a diffrence between it and normal sweat.
Unfortunatly he had been so tired yesterday and Mariks lab had been way to
comfortable, he napped in while the advertising break and didn't wake up before
something in the show exploded. That way he couldn't be sure at all if Marik
would smell it or not after he would met him again on the other side. Wich now
also pissed him of. 
The last thing they passed was some  weird thingy called "Villa Villekulla".
"HAHA! Just like the house of Pipi Longstocking!", he heared his ga.....well at
least gay-looking nerdy friend squee amused before the boy had entered that
thing. Bakura had followed him shortly after. It was some mixed up stuff. A few
swings, a piece of a tree they had to climb along at, a long swinging balk they
had to balance along at.....to be fair this was the least shitty thing they had
to pass. Leaving the bloody balk alone, this thing was almoust calming and
Bakura was on his way to give it a chance. Especially when he saw Marik on the
next plateau watching him with an relieved and pleased smile after his
whitehaired friend didn't looked totally disturbed this time.
"Hurray! Kitty can climb!", he cheered when Bakura reached his plateau, grabbed
his friends hand and helped him up on the little wooden island. Bakura decsended
to a little smirk to the boy. 
"Well, Marik. How much more balks does this thing have?", he asked.
"In other terms »Are we there yet?!«, huh?", Marik gave back poking the albino
in the side, made him struggle back a bit.
"Stop it!"
"No!", the Egypitian giggled playfully.
"Well?!"
"I think the information board said something about 9 balks or something.
Anyway, it means there's still lots of LOTS of fun left till we reach the Sand
of Time!", the boy explained, while he had grapped Bakuras hands, swinging them
back and forth in a childish playful way.  The thief examined the pale hands in
the bronze, warm ones with a slight blush sighting a tiny "Fine" as an answer.
"You are okay with it, aren't you, Bakura?"
"Huh?!" The spirit looked up a bit irritated after he was distracted by these
warm, soft hands.
Marik rolled his eyes. "The whole climbing thing, Bakura. You looked a bit
bothered while that Ching-Chang-Thingy!"
Bakura blinked. "Shao-Lin you mean?!"
"Duuh, that's what I said, wasn't it?"
"It's alright.....I'm okay with it, Marik....", the spirit said a bit irritated.
Is he worried about me?! That's a bit unusual....
Marik gave him a bright smirk. "Fine", he cooed happily, "because you know I
want the fun with you together. If I had wanted it on my own I could have
grapped a Steve on here. A Steve would be boring though. So here goes Kittycat"
One tanned hand got lost in Bakuras white mess of hair stroking it playfully.
Though before Bakura could decide if he should punsh the hand away or purring
comfortably the hand was gone again and he was pushed towards the next balk-
where Marik suddenly froze.
"What the everloving crap is that supposed to be?!"
"Well, it looks like another bloody stepladder to me."
"Duh, I can see that it's a stepladder but wich friggin troll did hang that
thing up like that. I mean.....what the frigg?!"
This attraction they stood in front off was actually called "DNA-Ladder". A
stepladder hang over the ground, squirled in its middle. That way, if you may
look from the side, it had the form of an DNA-String. Bakura inspected the
ladder confused.  
"How do we come to the other side?!", he murmed almoust curious about that
thing.
Marik highered his shoulders "I have no idea", he murmered back,
"huh......prehabs if I......uhm I start if you don't mind, Fluffy." - "Go ahead,
I'm not in a hurry at all."
After he had hanged in his carabiner again Marik carefully stepped at the first
rime. "FRIGGIN FRIGG", he shrieked while the ladder was swinging dangerously.
Eventually he found his balance again, now a bit less in a hurry to step on the
next rime. His hands had grapped the security line so he wouldn't at least fall
over. "This is just mean! They never had had that friggin thing at Prince of
Persia! What the frigg?!", the egyptian kept ranting like this while he tried
move forward.
At that point Bakura just recognised that he had his mouth open looking a bit
disturbed at his friend while he rastled around with the ladder and shut it a
bit embaressed.
"AAAH, wait, I think I have an idea!", Marik yelled and started to carfully get
on his knees.
"What the bloody hell are you-?!"
"I think I'll simply try to climb that thing, like you traditionally climb at
ladders, you know?"
"Seriously...."
"Don't look at my tush!"
"Marik, you recognised, you would be upside down for a moment, if you do so?"
"So what? Dracula sleeps that way."
"And there is the problem actually."
"Huh?"
"You are not Gary Oldman."
"Doooh, shit!", Marik looked disappointed, "anyway, I'm going to climb upside
down not to sleep upside down at all. So it shouldn't be that ba-DAAAHRG"
The boy made a strange sound (something familair a disturbed hyena) as he lost
the grip on the slicky rime and looked like he would fall. One hand panicly
searched hold on the security line while his right leg trapped in the ladder. 
After a few moments of squeeking and struggeling he eventually recognised that
he wouldn't fall thanks to the line.
"That's more than embarassing!", he whined while he tried to come back up on the
ladder, "if anybody dares to make a photo from this situation and post it at
facebook  I SWEAR I kick his butt into next friggin century! Shaddow realm
inclusive. BAKOORA! I feel stupid!"
"N-no bloody kidding....", he simply murmured, while he tried to sound casual.
Not only that it wasn't a very pleasent imagination to see his partner in crime
fall into 20 feet he also had to think about the fact, that he also had to pass
that fucking balk. Unsecure he inspected the obstacle. Tried to make up an
plausible way to pass it in his mind. He gazed at the struggeling Marik, not
without a bit of wory to be hounest. Though the boy was already on his way to
get the control back and clinged himself up to the ladder again.
"This ladder is a bitch!", he declared while he tried to balance on one of the
ropes that hold the rimes together. "AAAAAHA! See that Bakura? Now I vanquish
this friggin sod!", he triumphed while he balanced along the rope. At least this
seemed to work. Marik had another haddle with the part where the ladder was
squirled, though he eventually passed the next plateau. The egyptian made an
loud, relieved, high sigh while he stroke through the blond hair. Than turned to
Bakura and waved him triumphal. "HAHAHAHA! I'm a friggin genius! Did you see
that, Fluffy! It is stupid, but it's friggin possible!", he yelled encouraging.

Sounds like a description of you.

Bakura stepped to the edge while he hanged in the carabiner of his security
line.

Florence, no!
Forence yes! Do I look like I want to camp here?!

And than he made the next step. Again there was that horrible beat of his heart,
again their was his shaky breath but he ignored the warning of his weak body as
he heared his friend on the other side cheerfully gingering him up. He carefully
started to balance along the lower rope of the ladder, after that had worked the
best by Mariks attempts. Every step was shaky every next grew even more
shaky....

".....because you know I want the fun with you together....."

Another step, now he was already close to the squirl. Both white hands crawled
on the securityline as the most savety, constant thing around the albino. That
and that annoying voice.

" It's like I already told you.....it wouldn't be any fun without you."

"Wow, you're doing pretty good, Bakura!", Marik cheered.
"Better you wait with that till I'm done here.", the albino grumbled back.
"Dohh! Cheer up, Fluffy! You already have half of it. Only need to pass that
middle-thingy and than you have the worst behind you!"
"Whoopee"
"Though you need to change the rope I guess. It would look pretty funny if you
balance upside down. but you are not Gary Oldman either.......Huh actually your
hair defeats gravity. Maybe you-"
"Forget it! I'm not climbing upside down, you idiot.", he grunted back, "this
isn't a circus."
"Awww, what a pity."

And he looked down.

He saw the abyss with every fir-needle and every little plant on it's ground so
disturbingly clear as if there wasn't  20 feet between him and the details, as
if he was already crashed on the ground. He could see like this only for a
moment. Than his world became blurred in front of his gaze, changed to an hazy,
ugly mess of brown and green, forming a bottomless abyss, a dark hole that
couldn't wait to swallow him. The sounds around him grew silent. He didn't hear
anything, not Mariks voice nor Ryous screams in his mind. All was drowned by the
sound of the blood rushing in his head. He simply stared in the dark hole
crawled his fingers into the safety line in pure panic. He couldn't move. He
couldn't even lift his feet as if they were glued on the rope. He exactly knew:
The smallest movement and he would loose his balance, would loose any grip and
would fall in this endless horrible deep.

"BAKOORA! HELLOHOOO! For Ras sake say something you friggin idiot!", Marik
shouted. He was on his way to lose his patience. But again the whitehaired
didn't react, still starring down. Something went awfully wrong here. He could
see his gaze- and he couldn't remember a gaze like this on the spirits face.
"KIIIIIIITYYYYYYYYYYY!", he yelled again, stepping a bit closer to the edge of
the plateau he was standing at. Marik softly pulled on the line over the carp
where Bakuras safetyline hanged to get his attention. It made him shrink
horribly, made the blond almoust regret his action. Though Bakura seemed to wake
up a bit from his trance. Brown eyes full of dismay  found their difficult way
to Mariks direction. The blond blinked unsecure.
"Are you allright, Florence?! Why don't you react?!"
He didn't use the albinos original name very ofter, though in moments like this
it simply spilled out.
"I'm stuck~~", it was only an very unfamilair wince coming out of the spirits
mouth while his whole body was trembling.
"What do you mean, you are stuck? It didn't happen anything. You still only have
to change the rope and go on like you did till now till ya-"
"I-I can't- I can't.....move~~~"
"You are kidding me right?!", Marik wipped back and forth on his feet in an
unpatient manner. But instead of an answer there only was that helpless,
frightned gaze in his friends eyes answering the question on it's own. It wasn't
a joke. This was serious. His partner was in fear and pain, as redicoules as
that sound anyway.
Marik rolled his eyes. "Bravo, Ishtar, bravo! A kitten in a tree. Awesome
idea!", he ranted with himself while he hanged in his security carabiner again
and stepped without anymore thinking about on the DNA-ladder astoundingly fast
walking towards the catatonic albino.
"D-DON'T-" he croaked out in panic when the line above his head started to swing
dangerously making his position even more shaky thanks to Mariks weight.
"HEY! Don't you dare calling me overweight you old creampuff!", Marik yelled as
he arrived his friend, now only standing on the other rope, one hand on the
security line, one found its way to Bakura, "Now stop beeing stupid and grap my
hand!", the egyptian commanded.
"I-Impossible", Bakura stuttered.
"I command you to stop beeing stupid or I make Melvin bother you!"
"I-I fall if I- let go."
"Doh! You wont. I grap you if you should. Come on, Kitty!"
The tanned hand tenderly brushed one pale cheek before Marik hold it out again
demanding.
"M-Marik....please-"
Marik sighted annoyed. 
"O for the love of Kevin Speacy!"
The tanned hand that awaited the pale one once before now grapped the striped
fabric on Bakuras chest pulling him close. Marik bended forward - more - a bit
more - until eventually his lips arrived the pale pair in front of him. 
It felt pretty strange, after it was their first kiss. Marik had not imagine
these pale lips so soft and tender, had thought a kiss with him would be more
rough. First his opponent shrinked. His whole body tensed even more. Though
eventually he bend into it, replied it entreating and - as Marik had hope -
forgot for a second where he actually was and why. Bakura lowered his grip from
the security line and next there were his arms embrasing the egyptian, crawling
on his shoulder helpsearching. Quickly Marik wrapped one arm around his waist to
avoid him from a crush. The kiss broke so they could get air. Bakura burried his
face on Mariks shoulder, still shaking. Marik smiled nervously.
"Fluffyfluffyfluffyfluffy......you can deny it as much as you want. You are and
always will be a friggin kitten."
"N-Not a kitty-"
"Doh, shut up! Why didn't you say anything, huh? Would have put you on a boat or
something if I'd knew you are afraid of highs"
"I am NOT! I'm afraid in nothing, you bloody dork!", he whined offended.
"I told you to stop beeing stupid, Fluffy!", Marik cooed softly, giving his
partner a tender kiss on his neck, wich made him shiffer, 
"You are as fearless about highs as I am straight!"
"You-you said you are-"
"Haha! Goofed!"
"Bloody twat!"
"Don't be difficult, Fluffy. I told you I'm evil - besides don't you dare
telling anyone else."
Marik chuckled silently, leaving another soft kiss on the pale neck. Than he
continued:
"However, hold on, Bakura! I think it's better not to hang around here any
longer."
As if he was remembered where he was Bakura hide his face at Mariks shoulder in
dismay. The egyptian smiled forbearing, kindly nibbleling on his ear.
"There, there Fluffy, it's okay. I've got you." 
It was difficult to return to the plateau with a still paralysed Bakura dangle
around the neck. Especially getting him over the friggin squearl. In the end
Marik carried him demanding him to wind his legs around Mariks hips. After this
it was slighter, though the security line upove and the rope beneath them were
creaking dangerously. Eventually they were done, finally catched secure ground.
Together they sank on the wooden floor of the plateau in order to take a
breather, still in a close embrace. It was a bit weird to hold his friend like
that, though Marik felt how badly he needed it right now, so he finally let him
do softly stroking the wild bland hair.
"You feel better, Bakura?"
"Do I look like it?!" The spirit let out an agonised chuckle. Though he seemed
to calm down already. A smirk curled around Mariks mouth.
"That's good. Kitty is all sarcastic again!", he cooed while he rubbed his
partner behind his wingedlike spikes. Bakura grumbled a bit about the comment,
though it sounded more and more like a pure.
"Anyway, how do we get back down now?", Marik eventually said a bit unsecure. 
"Didn't you say something about 9 more balks? Guess after these there is a
ladder down or something."
"But you-"
"Do you really think I leave you? NOW?"
"But, Bakura! I don't want to see like- THAT again. I brang you here to have a
nice time with you. Not to scare the crap out of-"
"I told you, I am not sc-"
"Tuh! Besides I can't pick you out of every coming tree!"
Bakura simply shrug of the shoulders.
"It is not such a bad time we have here.", he replied with a slight smirk, two
fingers stroke along the egyptians chest, made him shiver.
"W-well okay, I see your point there but-"
Bakura interrupted the egyptian when he softly nestled their cheeks together,
whispering gently: "Carry me!"
"The- whole way?"
"It isn't so bad as long as you are around."
Marik felt his cheeks turn red. He left out a disarmed sight.
"Well.....okay, if that's not to uncomfortable for you-"
"Be sure it isn't."
"Just give me moment of rest."
"Now who is calling who overweight?!"
"Just a moment!"
Bakura smirked slightly, snuggled against Mariks warm body a bit more.
"We don't need to hurry, dear."

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