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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[fluffydeathdealer]

[Bakura shivers a little, twitching in irritation.]

Good... I'm sick of having to take care of shit like this.

[obeytherod]

... [Part of Malik is pleased by that irritation. After all, he didn't do anything that Bakura hadn't deserved. Still, he had lost his temper...]

Tch, well it was your own fault for doing that with Karasu.

[fluffydeathdealer]

I told you nothing happened! She tried to come on to me, but I didn't let it happen.

[Not for lack of trying, admittedly.]

[obeytherod]

Kissing is still something, don't give me that!

[Malik grumbles, his grip tensing a bit.] ...Forget it. Drop it.

[Because at this rate he will lose his temper again, and he was kind of enjoying Bakura on top of him right now.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Tch. Fine.

[Maybe if you bit more, he wouldn't need dragon girls, Malik!]

But you know... You taste better than her anyway.

[obeytherod]

Of course I do, I don't eat meat.

[He smirks, shifting a bit so he can bring one hand up to Bakura's lips.]

You taste better the less you eat of it too. Kehkeh...

[fluffydeathdealer]

Keh! Like hell I'm giving it up entirely. That's one pleasure you can't replace. But I guess I don't mind going without it sometimes. I'm used to that much by now.

[Mockingly, he wraps his lips over one of Malik's fingers, sucking on it.]

[obeytherod]

Hnn. [It's begrudging acceptance, at best.] As long as you don't kiss me after you've eaten...

[His words trail off as the other man sucks on his finger. That reminds him...] We still need to spite Ryou, you know...

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heheh... So we do. Then, lie back and relax, will you?

[Bakura shifts reluctantly, having gotten comfortable.]

[obeytherod]

Already there.

[He lets go of Bakura and casually folds his arms behind his head, watching with interest.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

You really are overconfident...

[Shifting, he unfastens Malik's belt almost in a carefree manner, like it's absolutely ordinary to be undressing him out of the blue.]

Lift your hips. I can't get your pants off like this.

[obeytherod]

Kehkeh, but "over" implies that I should feel less of it.

[His words aren't nearly as confident sounding as they should be, considering what is said. Even now as he obediently lifts his hips, Malik's starting to look nervous.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Time to tug those pants down! As long as Malik doesn't kick them off, it's not like the Rod's going anywhere, right? So he can just settle awkwardly between Malik's legs~.]

Maybe you should.

[obeytherod]

[Except Malik does try to kick them off.

Of course he does, and as soon as the Rod loses even its indirect contact with his body, he goes limp.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...

[Did he just...? Bakura leans over to peer at him curiously.]

...seriously?

[brb retrieving pants. He'll just throw the Rod at him for that.]

[obeytherod]

[Malik wakes up again, blinking and looking around before letting out a very delayed "ow!"]

Did you throw this at me?!

[fluffydeathdealer]

You threw it away! What were you thinking?

[obeytherod]

...When did I-- [Oh. His pants.] I forgot, okay? I'm still new to this...

[fluffydeathdealer]

It's fine! Just hold onto it. It'll be weird if you go like that again later.

warning incoming ADULT THINGS

[obeytherod]

[This time Malik keeps the Rod held fast in his hand. It really would be a good idea to get a sheath.]

Okay, okay, I've got it...go ahead! [He was curious, not to mention eager; even if his body hadn't made that obvious yet.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Snickering slightly, he returns to nestle neatly between Malik's legs. One hand rests on Malik's knee, balancing himself as he leans over. Unfortunately for Malik, he seems determined to take things slow... and the first touch of his mouth comes only after a moment. His tongue leisurely trails along the length of Malik's member in a slow pattern.]

[obeytherod]

[Watching Bakura sit there between his legs, Malik could hear his heart pounding in his ears, the blood rushing to his head from both nerves and anticipation. His hips squirm at bit anxiously as he waits, just about to call the whole thing off when Bakura finally does something.]

A-ah... [On the one hand, he's already decided he won't kiss Bakura for a month. On the other, that tongue feels weird and wet and plenty of other negative things.

But it also feels good.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Hearing that reaction sends a pleased shiver down his spine. It's not embarassing for him to do this, even if Malik really is a bit of an anxious idiot in regards to this stuff. His tongue traces along the sensitive length again, trying to get a reaction out of Malik... before his lips close over the head of Malik's cock, surrounding it in the damp warmth of his mouth.]

[obeytherod]

[Malik's body trembles at the touch, his eyes glued to the sight below him. In his hand, the Rod was already starting to feel uncomfortably hot to the touch, and he almost drops it entirely when Bakura pulls him into his mouth.]

Nnn...! [It was so warm, unlike anything he'd ever felt before. The feeling was almost uncomfortable in how easily it consumed him, yet he couldn't pull himself away.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Bakura's free hand lightly strokes over the sensitive flesh of Malik's inner thigh. His tongue swirls leisurely over the head of Malik's length as he lowers his own head, taking him in deeper. His jaw aches a little, but he can ignore that. It's not like this body is used to things like this, after all. It's uncomfortable, but it'll be easier with practice. So he doesn't bother even acknowledging the discomfort of it.]