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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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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.]

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[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.]

[Bakura takes a moment to recover before he heads back over too. Grabbing a change of clothes, he heads over to the lake so he can actually wash up before changing. Not that he cares if Malik sees him change, of course. As he does, he casually gives Malik the option of small talk.]

Was that entertaining enough for you?

[Seeing Bakura was going in for a wash, Malik decides to do the same. He had yet to change his bandages and wash up today, and now was as good a time as any.

Gathering some spare clothes and a clothe from the bag he takes a seat by the stream, pulling off everything besides his underwear and bandages. He takes a moment to get used to the water's temperatures, legs dipped inside with the water gently flowing over them.]

...Ah... [He gulps, a blush tinting his cheeks. Malik was finding himself a weird mixture of cocky and...embarrassed. It had been a nice break from the monotony of the last few days, though.]

Well, at least now you understand who's in charge. Keh...

...what? Of course I do. I was always in control.

[The casual assurance of his arrogance was almost ordinary. Kneeling in the water, he goes down practically on all fours to splash it on his face. That had been quite fun, if a little uncomfortable. His face felt hot, despite his lack of embarassment.

That flush on Malik's face was quite pleasant, though. Heh. For all Malik's bragging, he was still so naive.]

Don't you need to take those off too?

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Tch, you were the one on your back, Bakura. [Malik says with a warning tone, leaning over just far enough to grab a bowl full of water and pour it over his waist and thighs.

He shivers suddenly as a result.]

My bandages? No, I don't want anything to get into the wound.

That means nothing. [His own voice was a little sharper than before.]

I wasn't talking about the bandages.

[He didn't bother to get up. Moving over so he's facing him, he rested his hands on the ground on either side of Malik's thighs, staring at him.]

You can't clean yourself off properly if you're still wearing your underwear.

It means everything! [He'll fight you all night about this, Bakura.]

[Malik knits his brow at that next commen, suspicious...and of course, his suspicions are confirmed.]

And of course I can. I'm going to take a dip in the water. [Narrowing his eyes, and bringing a foot up to shove it in Bakura's face.

He's insulting you, Bakura.] As soon as you get out of my way.

Like hell it does-! [The insult goes right past his head, but the gesture still pisses him off. Grabbing Malik by the ankle, he sits back on his haunches and glowers at him.]

Do that again and I'll be cutting this foot off.

[Malik tugs at his leg, meaning to free it from Bakura's grip.]

Oy, do you like carrying me around that much, Bakura? Hmhmhm...

Y-you bastard-!

[Oh, he gets the meaning of that. Releasing Malik's foot, he strikes it aside with the back of his hand, backing off.

I'm going to kill you some day...]

Maybe I'd refuse to carry you...! Heheh... I'd like to see you intimidate anyone while on crutches.

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Kehehe! [Malik places his foot back into the water, not losing an inch of confidence.]

"Maybe"...? Only maybe...! What kind of threat is that, Bakura?

Ghk-!

[What a blatant insult! Seething a little, he does the only thing that comes to mind. Scooping up a handful of water, he splashes it in Malik's face.]

Oy! I only said 'maybe' because I still have a use for you! Don't assume otherwise!

[The embarassed look on his face says otherwise.]

[Now that was interesting, because Malik had been worrying Bakura was going to try and end their partnership thanks to his having his Rod taken...even with all the evidence and actions suggesting otherwise.

...But more important right now was that the embarrassed look on Bakura's face was all too sweet. Sweet enough that Malik doesn't even notice Bakura's hand and gets a face full of water.]

Ah! [Sputtering a little.] What was that?!

[Angry now, Malik leans forward and grabs a handful of Bakura's hair, yanking him towards his own face so he can leer into it.] And what's this "use", Bakura? That you would chop off my foot...and still carry me.

[Hissing through his grin.] Maybe~

Ow-! Bastard! Don't pull out my hair!

[Malik being that forceful surprises him enough that he doesn't react in time to avoid being pulled forwards. Scowling in annoyance at Malik's presumption, he grabbed the hand holding his hair by the wrist.

Just as Malik was likely planning, the question and the accompanying actions throws him off, making him flush red with embarassment. Against that pale skin, it probably looks odd.]

Why should I have to explain myself to you?!

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