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Thief Of Cake
Title: Thief of Cake
Author:![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lizas_lines
Rating: K+ for one swear word
Fandom: Yugioh
Pairing: Yami no Yuugi x Yami no Bakura
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own them.
Authors Note: Written for the 30_kisses community challenge; theme #9 -Floral scent; Musk; Citric Scent.
Author:
lizas_linesRating: K+ for one swear word
Fandom: Yugioh
Pairing: Yami no Yuugi x Yami no Bakura
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own them.
Authors Note: Written for the 30_kisses community challenge; theme #9 -
“You smell like lemons,” Atemu turned at the statement Bakura leaning against the doorframe.
“What?”
“You smell,” Bakura repeated, “like lemons. And oranges. And pastry.” He wrinkled his nose, and walked across the kitchen to pull a piece of orange skin out of his hair. Atemu scowled and turned back to the sink.
“Yeah, I probably do. What about it?”
“Nothing, really, just telling you. Oh, and Yuugi said to tell you… What was it? Oh yes; ‘don’t forget to take the cake out of the fridge before Bakura gets home or else he’ll find it before—shit, Bakura!’ ”
Atemu turned around to find himself just inches away from Bakura’s face.
“Uh…”
He blinked as a smudge of orange cream was wiped on his nose. And then kissed off.
“Bakura!” He flushed bright red.
“Happy birthday to me~!” With a grin, he turned and skipped out of the kitchen, the citrus cake in his hands.
“Bakura!” Atemu yelled again, still up to his elbows in bubbles of detergent. “Bring back that cake!”
“What?”
“You smell,” Bakura repeated, “like lemons. And oranges. And pastry.” He wrinkled his nose, and walked across the kitchen to pull a piece of orange skin out of his hair. Atemu scowled and turned back to the sink.
“Yeah, I probably do. What about it?”
“Nothing, really, just telling you. Oh, and Yuugi said to tell you… What was it? Oh yes; ‘don’t forget to take the cake out of the fridge before Bakura gets home or else he’ll find it before—shit, Bakura!’ ”
Atemu turned around to find himself just inches away from Bakura’s face.
“Uh…”
He blinked as a smudge of orange cream was wiped on his nose. And then kissed off.
“Bakura!” He flushed bright red.
“Happy birthday to me~!” With a grin, he turned and skipped out of the kitchen, the citrus cake in his hands.
“Bakura!” Atemu yelled again, still up to his elbows in bubbles of detergent. “Bring back that cake!”