EGYPTIAN WHEELIES

[obeytherod]

[Malik had found something while looking through the East Wing. Just what that "something" was becomes apparent when an engine roars to life, and the skid of tires on tiled flooring echoes through the halls.

Sure...sure, he could just walk his new bike outside...but where was the fun in that?! This wasn't an ATV, and it likely wasn't going to fair well in the spotty terrain outdoors...

So he's just going to take a few smooth-riding laps in the halls before he goes to test it outside.

When somebody gets in his way, he rears the bike back onto one wheel, skidding a few feet on the floor before the front tire slams back down and he comes to a stop.]

What, are you trying to get yourself killed?

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[obeytherod]

[Sure, Malik knew what Bakura meant, but where was the fun in that?]

Mmm? The only times I've been annoyed at you, I hurt you.

[He scoots closer, leaning in with a devilish smirk.] Kehkeh...is that what you like?

[fluffydeathdealer]

...o-oy! I didn't say anything like that!

[Inching towards the edge of the bed a little now. He doesn't approve of that smirk.]

[obeytherod]

Oh? But you just said "I like the way you look when you're annoyed"!

[Malik scoots closer still, cornering Bakura against the railing of the bunk bed.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

I didn't mean it like that! Just because your face twists so prettily, that doesn't mean I want something like that!

[obeytherod]

[Malik lets out a little laugh, draping his upper body over Bakura possessively.]

...Too bad. I kind of looked forward to the idea.

[fluffydeathdealer]

...tch. If you had an interest in that, you only had to ask!

[He scoffs, not minding the closeness or possessiveness at all. Honestly, Malik...]

I'm not afraid of pain.

[obeytherod]

No, I was just joking. [Remember how he'd said he was serious just a minute ago? Yeah.]

If I was going to do something like that...kehkeh. It's really only for people I want to see suffer.

[He glances pointedly down at Bakura.] Or for people who annoy me.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Didn't you just now claim to be serious?...

[He sighs in irritation.]

Just don't take your annoyance out on my host. If you're going to inflict pain on this body, do it while I'm in control. Understand?

[obeytherod]

... [The look he shoots Bakura dares him to mention that hypocrisy again.]

I don't plan on doing anything to Ryou. He's annoying in a different way.

[Malik shifts a bit, eventually slipping off of Bakura so he can rest against his chest instead.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Looping an arm around Malik's shoulders, he grins a little.]

I guess that just makes me special, huh?

[obeytherod]

Tch, don't get so full of yourself. It doesn't matter what you are.

You're mine.

[fluffydeathdealer]

If it doesn't matter, then why claim me as yours? Heheh...

[obeytherod]

It doesn't matter because I've claimed you as mine!

[Malik reaches up, placing his hand over the Millennium Ring.] You were mine the day I placed my soul fragment inside of you, of course I had different intentions back then...

[fluffydeathdealer]

...tch! Idiot, one soul fragment isn't enough to claim possession of me!

[obeytherod]

No? Well it doesn't matter now, does it?

[He jingles the Ring back and forth on his index finger, snickering again.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Bakura's eyes narrow at that.]

And just why is that?

[obeytherod]

Whether it was or wasn't, I still have possession of you now. [He clamps his hand around the object as emphasis.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

And just what gives you that impression?!

[He looks flustered, resisting the urge to just knock the Ring out of Malik's hand by an inch.]

[obeytherod]

Are you serious?

[Dropping the Ring, he grabs Bakura's injured hand by the wrist and gives it a shake.] Or have you forgotten already?

[fluffydeathdealer]

Oy-! Of course I haven't forgotten!

[He scoffs. Did Malik really think that gave him a claim of ownership?]

I'm the one who suggested it after all.

[obeytherod]

Well then, that's your answer!

[Malik releases Bakura's hand and reaches back onto his belt, grabbing the Rod. Using the lower half of the shaft, he pierces it through Bakura's Ring and uses it leverage to yank him forward.

His lips lightly brush against the other man's as he speaks.] Don't worry...I take good care of my things.

[fluffydeathdealer]

-!

[Bakura's eyes widen at that. Malik's truly acting strange. He can't tell if he's teasing or serious and either one sends chills down his spine. After before, he isn't going to underestimate this boy again if he can help it.]

But... I'm not a 'thing', Malik.

[obeytherod]

... [Malik glances down at the Ring and Rod a moment, thoughtful.]

Kehkeh, your soul isn't, but your physical form is. But I guess you're right...you're more than a thing to me.

[fluffydeathdealer]

...let go of me.

[Bakura's voice is almost a whisper. It's uncertainty, even nervousness, unlike his usual bluster. Hearing things like this is almost frightening, somehow, in how intensely it makes him feel. He doesn't know how to handle it. Usually he's the one flustering Malik, but instead, right now, he's flustered instead.

His actions are opposite to his words. Instead of pushing him away, his arms tighten around Malik a little more. It's like a clear sign of his distorted nature. Part of him desires this, wants Malik to say more things like that, even if they're annoying. That part of him relishes in this strange attention. The other part whispers terrified words into his head, unnerved by it. It's a conflict older than Malik himself.]

[obeytherod]

Hm? [The words throw him off, but Bakura's actions calm that brief surge of worry.

Malik allowed himself to be driven by his emotions, and while that didn't stop him from being confused at times by this possessive affection he had for the other man...it made it easier for him to embrace it in the long run.

Especially when it felt this good. Why should he stop what felt this good? For years it was as if all he felt was malice, anger, a foreboding sense of dread...this was a nice change.]

You don't mean that...keh. [Allowing the Rod to rest within the Ring, Malik wraps his arm over Bakura's side and presses their lips together.]