Joint Post! Like an Old Married Couple

[fluffydeathdealer]

[From just outside the jungle's trees, near the mountainside, some bickering can be heard:]

Here. It's probably fresher than you'd like, but it's all we have.
...I can't eat that, Bakura.
You don't have the option to be picky, Malik!
No...I really can't, you fool!
Tch... I can cook it a bit more, but we have to be careful, or the smoke from the fire will give us away!
Ughh...can't you find some fruit? Just look up.
Do you want to die? If someone finds you while I'm out looking for fruit, you'll have worse problems than having to eat meat.
But Bakura... [Malik sounds a bit like he might be ill.] My stomach...
O-oy! Hold on a little longer, okay? I'll see if I can find something close by. I'll stay within earshot, so if someone approaches, scream.
Just get a couple...I don't need that much.
Be quiet, you idiot. You need to eat something. [He chomps down on the meat Malik refused to eat.]
Well? I can't eat anything if you don't go get something!

((ooc: So! Tags will come from both Bakura and Malik. If we're going to tag you with both on a turn we'll put a "1/2" in the subject line, otherwise it's just one at a time. Also since the two of them are injured, we just ask that nobody with magic healing powers comes along to heal them up and stuff. Thanks!

Warnings for adult content in some threads.))

Comments

[fluffydeathdealer]

Tch. [He scoffs slightly.] If it comes to that, you'd want to remove the entire eye first. I doubt you could do that with the scalpel.

It's far more painful to have it forced in on top. I've seen it.

[obeytherod]

...I'll keep that in mind.

[Go ahead, Bakura. Just keep providing him with fodder. He'll gladly take it.]

But that still doesn't help us right now. [He really was so bored...so anxious that he could tear something apart.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Tch. If it comes to that, I might be the one shoving it in your eye, since I loaned you it, after all.

[If Malik were to try to use this, it'd be trouble, but Bakura still doesn't think of him as much of a threat at all.]

Heh. True. There's only so much boredom I can take.

[obeytherod]

I'm not shoving a loaned object into my skull.

[But whatever. Moving on, Malik runs his hands through his hair again, gripping the ends.]

Ughh...you can't even imagine how miserable I've been, Bakura! At least you get to do things--I have to stay here and wait!

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Heh. Malik looking like that is a little unnerving in itself. The kid must be close to a mental breakdown by now.]

Is that so? I guess I should entertain you more, huh? I've been neglecting you a little, huh?

[obeytherod]

[Malik pauses, lowering his hands and shooting Bakura a skeptical glance.]

I don't really care what you do, as long as it breaks up this monotony.

[What would Rishid do, Bakura? CHANNEL YOUR INNER RISHID.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Unfortunately for Malik, Bakura doesn't have an inner Rishid. Rishid would probably not approve of what he does do, which is to move in one sudden, swift move to push Malik back to the floor.]

You don't care, hmhmhm... Then I guess that gives me free reign to do what I want, right?

[obeytherod]

Hh..! [It's a small wince from moving his injury so suddenly, but it doesn't linger for long.]

...No, it doesn't. But I'll humour you until then.

[Malik wasn't naive enough to not be able to figure this out. Their conversation earlier erased any and all ambiguity.

He was bored. Intolerably bored--spending days out here, bed ridden. And he was still--though he may not admit it--jealous.

He needed Bakura to stay with him. Without the Rod, he had no leverage. All he had were his wits and his charisma.

And well...maybe...he was curious.]

WARNING: Adult Stuff Maybe

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heheheh. Then try to throw me off when you've had enough... I might humor you back.

[Lowering his head as if to kiss him again, he instead bypassed it entirely in favour of his neck. The jewellry Malik wore made it difficult, but he wasn't too prone to caring. His lips simply the spaces where Malik's neck wasn't covered and made use of the exposed skin there.

His teeth bit a little less forcefully than usual, tongue lathing over the darkened mark they left with a vague amusement. Hadn't Malik made a joke about blood-drinking before? Heh.]

[obeytherod]

...Tch.

[There was always that scalpel if Bakura refused to move, so Malik wasn't too worried.

When Bakura leans in, Malik tenses, bracing for a kiss only to have the paler-man go lower instead, teasing his neck with his teeth.

He shivers slightly, not used to the sensation. It was a slight pain...but not a bad pain. Just a strange one.

No protests so far, though, only Malik's hands coming up to grip Bakura's arms just below the shoulders.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Really, the scalpel wouldn't even be needed. Anything too far would probably kill Malik, in his condition. But he wants to see how far Malik will go to keep him around. Malik's jealousy is hilarious to him, after all.

Bakura's hand slips down to stroke over Malik's uninjured side, fingers massing the flesh there through his shirt.

How long before Malik starts complaining, he wonders? It's inevitable, knowing him. His hand tugs the shirt up to slip underneath it.]

[obeytherod]

[Malik watches that hand carefully, a bit afraid Bakura might go and try to touch his other side.

He'd knee him if he did that.

When Bakura lifts his shirt to slip his hand under, that cool hand trailing up his side makes him squirm at first. Yes, he was a little ticklish. Don't bring it up.]

... [Suddenly, a thought occurs to him.] Wait. I want to be on top.

[He's not familiar with the slang, but it works out just as well. Because Malik wants to be the one in control.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Keh! Is that so? Your side might not be too comfortable with that.

[Oh, he'd been tempted to touch the other side, the way Malik had kept poking his injury. But that would just make things more troublesome, considering he'd already kicked him there earlier.

He takes note of Malik's reaction to the touch for later. Oh, yes, he's interested in how he can make that work for him.]

Besides, the only way you'd get to top me is if you felt comfortable sitting on my dick.

[The bluntly crude joke feels a little weird, but he says it anyway, lifting his head to look down at Malik with a smug grin.]

Hahahahaha! Is that what you want, Malik?!

[obeytherod]

[His side was really a pain in the ass.

Wait, no it wasn't.]

I'll be fine-- [But before he can finish the thought, Bakura makes that tasteless joke. Malik can feel his cheeks flushing, a combination of indignation and anger.

His tone is warning, and suddenly...Malik wishes Bakura still had that injury on his arm. He would dig his nails into it.]

Tch--! I'm a man, Bakura! Don't push your luck.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heheh. [Such a vicious boy, Malik.] Believe me, I know your gender... but you're the one that said you wanted to be on top. Does that mean you think of me as less of a man?

[What a loaded question.]

[obeytherod]

All it means is I want to be on top! It's a preference.

[A preference for dominance.

Malik pushes Bakura's face aside, slowly sitting himself up.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heheh. Why would I let you take control over me, Malik?

[Just going to sit back, looking smug. Because really, if anyone's in control here, it's him.]

[obeytherod]

Hh. [Sitting up now, Malik's still a bit trapped because Bakura's on his thighs.

...Whatever. He could still assert his dominance from here. Malik reaches out with both hands and grabs Bakura's face, pulling him forward into a clumsy kiss.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[!

This time it's Bakura's turn to freeze, though his is less of fear and more of shock. Malik trying anything like that is a surprise to him, after all.

Does he really think he can dominate me? he wonders, taking it as a challenge. Lifting an arm to slip it loosely over Malik's shoulder, he pulls him forward and kisses him back in a rather haphazard struggle for control over the kiss.]

[obeytherod]

[Malik struggles with Bakura with the kiss for a bit, but it's not long before he has to break for air, his lips already feeling sore from the abuse.

Breathing heavier than before, he takes his hand and presses it to Bakura's chest...before shoving him roughly onto his back and falling over in the fall to straddle his legs.

The impact did leave his side hurting, but it was well worth it, because now Malik had the upper hand. Before Bakura had much of a chance to protest he pulled out his scalpel and pressed it to the other man's throat.

And then he kissed him again.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Gah-!

[He hits the ground with a startled noise, not having expected that. Malik's weight isn't exactly the heaviest, and he's all set to just roll them over, Malik's injury be damned- when he feels that cold metal against his throat.

Malik, you little shit! he thinks angrily, don't fuck with me! But before he can say it out loud, Malik's lips are on his own. He sharply nips at Malik's lower lip in a non-verbal protest. One of his hands lifts to snake into Malik's hair, fingers gripping the back of his neck almost threateningly.]

[obeytherod]

[Malik kept the blade pressed firmly to Bakura's neck as he kissed him. He gasps sharply when he's bitten, but the action doesn't deter him in the least, if anything it encourages him. It's not long before Malik starts to lose himself in the kiss, his free hand running over Bakura's torso thoughtfully, as if trying to feel his way to what he should do next.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[The unexpected touches to his chest made him shiver, pleasedly. Malik was more challenging than he expected. He should have expected more from a man who had confronted him so harshly at the start of their interactions. He may even start to respect him a little.

Even though Malik had the blade to his throat, he isn't helpless. By pinning his legs, Malik had left himself open. Bakura was a man who was used to seeing opportunities everywhere.

He simply drew his leg up so that he could rub it against Malik's crotch. Try to dominate him now, Malik. He dared him.]

[obeytherod]

[Malik's actions come to a grinding halt when Bakura rubs his leg up against his increasingly sensitive groin.

The young Egyptian bows his head as a result, his hair splaying over Bakura's chest as a shiver ran through him and he let out a soft moan. His grip on the knife loosened considerably.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

How's that? Feels good, doesn't it?

[His fingers stroked the back of Malik's neck lavishly. The feel of Malik's warm body on top of his wasn't exactly unpleasant. Even with the feel of the knife - or perhaps because of it. It heightened the atmosphere of it all.

He doesn't stop rubbing, his smirk growing wider.]