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]

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.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[It's an oddly intimate - if strange - gesture, those two Items being entwined in such a manner. If he wasn't feeling so odd, he'd have laughed. Instead, he gratefully presses closer, glad that Malik didn't listen even as part of him is annoyed by it, and kisses him in return.]

[obeytherod]

[The kiss goes on for a minute, never really advancing past their lips before Malik pulls back. He's wearing a mischievous smile.]

...I can't help but want to spite Ryou right now.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heheh. I'm always willing to do things to concern my host... Just what do you have in mind?

[Ah, Malik being mischievous... it's like things go back to normal quite fast.]

[obeytherod]

Well, all we have to do is not use a condom and he'll get upset, right?

[Malik snickers, eye contact unfaltering. This was obviously the greatest evil plan he's ever had.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Wait what.]

...You're planning to go far enough for that?

[obeytherod]

Huh? [Malik just stares a moment before deciding to explain himself. Jeez, Bakura, he thought it was obvious!] Well we were already doing it anyway, but now we can do it in spite of Ryou.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[...Malik are you an idiot?]

Malik, you know you only need condoms for penetrative acts, right?

[obeytherod]

[He just...stares a moment.]

...But he said "intimate stuff".

[fluffydeathdealer]

Ryou is more of an innocent than you were, Malik. Boys don't tend to think of sex as anything but penetrative.

He didn't have a clue what we actually do. So he guessed. And he was too nervous to actually say what he meant.

[obeytherod]

...Oh. [Grimacing a bit.] I was wondering why he kept bringing that up.

How annoying... [His plan has been ruined!]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Jeez, Malik... he's really never getting actually laid with you, is he?]

It's fine! Just trick Ryou into thinking that sort of thing happened. His mind will do the rest.

Or just make it 'uncomfortable' for him... We could always stage some suspicious-looking scenes for him to wake up in...

[obeytherod]

... [That mischievous look reappears.] Oy, oy...why didn't you say so sooner? Let's do that.

[Malik pulls back, taking his Rod with him and slipping it back onto his belt.] What kind of "suspicious-looking scenes" did you have in mind?

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heheh... I could always fulfil that promise of mine to show you what my mouth can do... and let him wake up right at the end.

[Bakura's voice is maliciously amused.]

[obeytherod]

... [Malik covers the lower half of his reddening face.] I don't want him to see me like that!

[fluffydeathdealer]

[A snicker.]

I didn't mean right away. But you know how he is about waking up with strange tastes...

[obeytherod]

Oh, right... [He's still flushed, but considering it. He had more reserves than just the one, though...]

You're a sadistic bastard. How do I know you're not going to bite me?