Ch 12
"Wot?" Yami replied, accent thick. A smile played on his face as Mark held back a chuckle and nuzzled his neck before he returned his face up to his ear.
"Fight me. I dare you," he whispered, voice deep and coated in honey. Yami shivered slightly and bit his lip.
"Ma'k, don't even get started with m-"
"Fight me, mate. I dare ya," Mark mocked, his English accent enough to irritate Yami. He laughed when the Brit groaned and gently slapped his face. "Hey!"
"Hey yourself, you big goof. You wanna fight, let's fight." Yami snapped his jaws at him, gently nipping his nose. He blushed and quietly apologized after, receiving a chuckle in response.
He squeaked when Mark suddenly ran his fingers along his sides, causing him to curl up and swat his hands away, giggling.
"Ma'k, stop it!"
"Fight me!"
"No, stop, I-I can't-" Yami was in a giggling fit, yelping in surprise when he was pushed down and attacked at the neck by Mark's lips. "M-Ma'k- hehe, stop! Stop it, you wanker!"
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