#kingofcelestialspheres

O Titiana: I will write about our characters sharing a night in bed or sharing a kiss. Specify.

{ ★} — This was simply ludicrous. Even now, as he stood there in the doorway of his own bedroom, icy blue eyes narrowed and glaring daggers into the skull of the man currently occupying his bed, Mahaad was hardly able to conjure up a method as to how the intruder even got in.

"Mister Atlas." The lavender hued man breathed — rather tersely too. "I will inquire only once before I forcefully remove you from my bed. What — and how — did you manage to break into my house?"

The aforementioned blond said nothing at first, simply content to lay in silence, his head nestled comfortably against one of the plush pillows. He seemed to be rather focused on the back of his left hand, for his eyes had yet to wander from there.

"…Break in?" He finally spoke, his eyes lazily dragging themselves to the left in order to properly see the magician. "That’s not a very friendly term to use. I’m not a thief, you know."

"You truly are as troublesome as one." Mahaad muttered, his arms folded across his chest as he regarded Jack harshly. "I no longer care. Remove yourself from my house at once."

"I didn’t hear the magic word." Jack replied coolly, turning his attention to the ceiling now. "You’re a magician, right? Surely you know of the magic word."

Mahaad’s left eye twitched.

"Go on then."

"You are demanding that I kindly request that you leave my home?” The magician inquired, his voice yielding no calm. "You truly are a simple man, aren’t you? I will tell you once more Mister Atlas. Get out. Now."

Jack turned to look at the angered magician silently. From there, he stretched and settled himself further into the bed.

"You really ought to read through one of your magic books again. I’m sure the magic word is in there somewhere." He said simply. "But until you find it, I will be staying here."

Mahaad inhaled sharply, a rather prominent vain making an appearance on his right temple. His fingers clenched and unclenched several times, even as his mind told him to calm himself. Simply lashing out would solve nothing.

"I suppose you’ll go make yourself cozy on the couch?"

"…No. No, Mister Atlas, I will not." He declared. "This is my bed, and I will be sleeping in it regardless of the vermin that might accompany me.”

With that, Mahaad strode forward and plopped himself right on the edge of the bed. He swung his legs over, pausing only to send an irritated glare in Jack’s direction.

"Move." He demanded, to which a rather amused looking Jack obliged, scooting over to give the man just enough room to lie down. And that he did. The magician lay back against the pillows with a huff, his arms crossed over his chest once more as the blond man at his side looked on.

"Comfortable?"

He didn't expect it, no. Not at all. Honestly, he hoped that their first meeting after these five years won't include punching, arguing or any of their usual shit. 

But here he was, sitting on the floor, exactly where he fell, rubbing his face with the side of his hand, looking at his older-now-younger brother and wondering what the hell did he do to deserve this. 

[text - yusei:] Not saying I’d mind, but that was surprisingly descriptive from you.

[text - Jack]

Omg, I want to die now.

G. Muse A takes care of Muse B when they’re not feeling well.

"God-fucking-dammit, Jack."

He sighed loudly, rolling his eyes. He left only for a few damn minutes, to make him some tea and that jerk was already whining about being left alone. Sometimes he just couldn’t stand him… but well, what couldn’t he do for love.

But no, he didn’t come back straight away. He wanted to do something for him and was going to do it, even if Jack would start crying he wouldn’t change his mind - he hoped he won’t, though. It would be damn troublesome.

"How was Yusei worse than me? He let you walk away sometimes, at least…"

"Oi. Atlas." Called the Pharaoh, as he stood in front of the blonde's bedroom door. He waited for a moment, before knuckles reached to knock. Although, he discovered that the door creaked when it was slightly pushed. The king blinked, amethysts gave a single glimmer of curiosity.

"I'm coming in." He declared, opening up the entrance to the room. There he sat, the famous Jack Atlas, right in the middle of the bed. The dark half of the puzzle watched wonderingly at the blonde locked in his sight before he approached, the confidence in his tone shifted to something more gentle.

"Hey... What's up? Nervous? If I recall correctly, you mentioned a duel. Ah! One of those turbo duels?" He inquired, joining Jack on his bed. Fierce orbs gazed concernedly, wandering what was hiding behind those violets.

"Hmph~ If I may, I can take the edge off of you." A hand was place upon the taller's chest, as he carefully lied him down. The Pharaoh stood over his rival for the throne. A smile- not a smirk, was adorned, highlighting purple jewels.

"Relax~ Leave everything to me." The nameless king leaned down for kiss, intimacy caressing in passionate lock. A tongue slipped past soft boundaries to tease the other king, desire barely allowed time to breathe. However when he allowed such a break, the Pharaoh's sharp orbs narrowed alluringly, a heavy half-lidded gaze when he whispered: