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Joint Post! Like an Old Married Couple

[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.))

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[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.]

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?!

[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.

Edited 2013-09-05 20:51 (UTC)

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.]

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.]

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.]

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.]

[!

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.]

[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.]

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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

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.]

[It felt so good it was indescribable. Malik was hardly in a position to answer either, as he squirms and gasps because of that knee.

Catching on, he repositions his own leg between Bakura's and presses it eagerly up against him, mimicking the other man's actions.]

Gh-! Ah-h...

[Well now. It was about time. He was starting to feel a little neglected. But he'd take what he could get. The sounds Malik were making and the feeling of him squirming had been driving him wild, and the friction is a great relief.

His head falls back against the ground, his back arching slightly in response to the pleasure as softly pleased sounds escape his mouth.]

[Hearing Bakura make those sounds sent a familiar, yet unfamiliar thrill down Malik's spine. He shifts, moving closer to the other man, his hips sliding down over his knee until he was straddling his thigh instead.

Malik regains his grip on the scalpel and kisses Bakura more feverishly than before as he presses his hips up against his thigh.]

Edited 2013-09-06 01:23 (UTC)

[His free hand slipped under Malik's shirt to stroke over the small of his back, the tips of his fingers lightly dipping under the belt of his trousers.

Malik seemed to have lost his tentativeness. That was good. It was more fun when it was more of a fight. He kissed him back as fiercely as he could.]

[He didn't just lose his tentativeness--he strove to destroy it. Malik's pants were uncomfortably tight now, tented blatantly at the front as he rocks his hips.

It wasn't without pain either, because of his side, and so Malik was letting out more hisses than moans...but really, they served the same purpose.]

A-ahh.... [Breaking the kiss again, Malik presses his forehead down in the crook of Bakura's neck.]

[Lifting his hand from Malik's back, he grasped the hand holding the scalpel and pulled it away from his neck just in case. The last thing he wanted was for Malik to accidentally stab him in the throat in the middle of this. Another time, maybe Malik could stab him. Somewhere less fatal, of course. But right now, no. It felt a little too good to be spoiled by death.

Malik's pain only made it more pleasurable. Those sharp hisses were like music on the wind. If it wouldn't ruin Malik's mood, he'd have liked to turn those hisses into shrieks. But for now, they'd do. His music was more than enough to heighten his senses.

He was tempted to just roll them over while Malik was distracted. It was too bad he'd gotten comfortable. So he simply rocked his hips in response, rubbing back against Malik with that boundless energy of his. He wanted to tease, but the words wouldn't come. He was breathless with excitement.]

Malik... Ah...

[Malik doesn't protest his hand being moved, content with gasping into Bakura's neck as he slowly rocked his hips against him. He'd like to move faster...harder, even, but with his injury this was the most he could do.

It was fine though...it felt good, a slow rise of pressure inside of him, his pulse quickening with each movement...and when Bakura said his name it had him stifling another moan.]

Ahh...hah. [He could feel himself coming closer now, his breathing more erratic and his body on fire. Then, suddenly, he lets out a shuddering gasp, his body shaking as pleasure washes over him. Malik gives a sudden jerk of his hips, pressing them hard against Bakura's leg as he...

Yeah. He comes first.]

[He'd suspected as much would happen. Malik was young, inexperienced, and often out of control. Of course he'd not be able to hold on for long. Bakura, on the other hand, still had time. He wasn't going to stop moving just yet, after all. Even if Malik had already came, his body would be in a flood of sensitivity. It'd be hard for him to even try to stop him.

So he continued on regardless, grinding up against Malik as the pressure built within his body, using his hands to grasp Malik's back and make sure he wasn't intent on moving away just yet.]

Just a little more...

[His teeth sank roughly into Malik's shoulder as he came, the bite thankfully cushioned by the shirt - though it was likely hard enough to leave a bruise even so.]

[Sensitive, but still riding out the rest of his orgasm, Malik can do nothing but shudder and moan as Bakura continues to grind against him, torturing him with the slight movement of his leg against him.]

Nnh...nn! [He fingers curl into the fabric of Bakura's shirt, and then his nails dig in when he feels those teeth sinking into his shoulder.]

Ghh...Bakura!

[Bakura's body tensed, then relaxed against him as he released his grip on Malik's shoulder. Malik's nails pressing against his chest are little more than an annoyance.]

Ah... That... was good.

[Suddenly and without warning, he pushes Malik off of him and onto the grass. The one thing he does do, however, is to make sure that the side that hits the ground isn't the injured one.]

[Malik breathes out a sigh of relief as Bakura finishes, allowing his sensitive body some rest...

Or not, since he's suddenly pushed off onto the grass. Letting out a grunt of surprise (and pain), he wipes his hand over his forehead.

And then suddenly Malik realizes the front of his pants are...well. He needs a change of pants.

...He's just going to be rolling over now and carefully walking himself back over to their bags.]

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