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]

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.]

[obeytherod]

[The small stifled whimpers escaping Malik already are a sign of how much he's enjoying this. He can barely keep his eyes open, as he turns his cheek against the pillow and allows himself to get lost in the sensation and the building heat.

His Rod-wielding hand reaches downwards to press encouragingly against Bakura's shoulder.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[He chuckles lightly around Malik's length. Not so bad, is it, Malik? There's a smugness in him at the reactions he's getting and they only encourage him more.

A shiver runs down his spine at the feeling of the Rod coming to rest against his skin. Weird. What is this ill omen? Oh well...]

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[obeytherod]

[Malik inches his legs apart, chest rising and falling more rapidly as the minutes pass. There's the occasional mumbling of his partner's name...

...Inside the Rod, that "ill omen" stirs.]

[obeytherod]

[And an unhinged laugh echoes in the back of Bakura's head.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[That laugh sends a chill down his spine that's all too real. His first thought - Fuck, why now? - is brushed aside by irritation as he realises he's paused. Right. Better not let Malik know he can hear his insane alter ego laughing while he sucks him off. No, better to keep going. Maybe the bastard won't distract him too much.]

[obeytherod]

Heh... [The laughter dies down, replaced only momentarily by silence before Malik speaks again.]

Don't stop...he might notice, and then I wouldn't get to talk to you.

[You've made things much easier on him, Bakura...he'd be thanking you, if that wouldn't jeopardize his plans. No, no...he'll save that for later, when he comes out again.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[He has to bite back a growl of irritation at that, but he doesn't particularly want Malik to know what he can hear right now anyway. Closing his eyes, he tries to focus on multitasking, trying to remember how to even reply. There... he thinks he's got it.

Why the hell would I want to talk to you after all the trouble you've caused?]

[obeytherod]

I try to kill you once, and suddenly I'm the bad guy...but my dominate half threatens your life on multiple occasions, and you suck his dick.

[With a bit more exuberance now.] That's truly the mindset of a parasite who needs others to survive!

[fluffydeathdealer]

[He has to fight not to choke at those blunt words.

SHUT UP!

That bastard... A mocking thought occurs to him and he turns his tone a little more sarcastic.

Are you telling me you want me to suck you off as well? My, my... I didn't think you were the type. Too bad you're too much of an asshole for me to bother with.]

[obeytherod]

I take much more pleasure in the suffering of others than anything like that...

[He lets out another short, shaking laugh. Bakura's comments hadn't gotten to him in the least.]

It was exciting to see that look of panic on your face, when my dominate half started to lose himself! It's times like that, I remember we're still a part of the same mind...

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Are you expecting me to tremble in fear? I'm usually the one on the other side of that statement.

He seems unruffled, at least until Malik starts in on the comments about that. Then it's all he can do not to snarl and knock the Rod away. Fighting to stay calm and focus is difficult at best, but he wants to know what Malik is thinking of. Not to mention he doesn't want to accidentally bite out of annoyance.

Bastard! Don't remind me of that. It won't happen again.]

[obeytherod]

You did that generously enough when I burned you alive, huhuhuuu...

[He continues, tone mocking.]

And then that oath! That was cute...as if spilling your blood like that meant anything more than how fragile human bodies really are.

I didn't know you were so sentimental. Huhuhu. You do realize...that it doesn't include me, right?

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Bastard! Reminding him of that-! He tenses, faltering for a moment. His body is still in pain from that attack, and he knows full well just how lucky he was to avoid death. It was a miracle - admittedly one bolstered by the fact that Malik hadn't had the energy to keep Ra up for long.

Words are words. Blood is blood. Neither has power over anything but the minds of the people involved. But your other half is magnificently vulnerable to ideas like that, it seems.

As to you... I wouldn't want a pact with you even if you blew me. It doesn't matter if this body is destroyed. I'll just find another. Haven't you figured that out yet? In this place, it seems it's quite possible I'll get my host back easily enough.

He doesn't even notice he's talking as if meeting this guy is a certainity.]

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[obeytherod]

[Meanwhile, the original Malik is enjoying himself, blissfully unaware of Bakura's internal conflict. He hasn't looked at the other man's face for quite some time, his own eyes closed and his lips parted as he allows pleased sounds to liberally escape his lips.]

[obeytherod]

Yes, my other half is nothing more than a child...he falls for fairy tales and their promises quite easily. So what makes you think he won't abandon you the moment he finds something better...? Huhuhu.

I'm not asking for a pact, Bakura. Just merely letting you know that the moment I come out, yours is over.

[His words hold an air of finality. Much like how Bakura was talking as if it was an inevitability...so was Malik.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[...

His tongue and lips keep moving, caressing and sucking in an almost affectionate manner. For a moment he doesn't bother answering.

Idiot. Don't you think I know this won't last? Even with him sealed into the Rod... I know there's a certain point where he'll back out of this entirely. Hell, it might not even get that far. But, Henry's right. I can't let the inevitable breaking of this bond interfere with it. When it ends... it'll end on its own, not because I was too much of a fool to enjoy it when I had it.

Once he realizes Yugi can't die... once he realizes Bakura will foil that plan if it comes too close... Once he realizes just how far Bakura will go, even if it means betraying their 'pact', to unlock Kul Elna's secrets...

Once that happens... it's over.

When you do... this time I'll kill you myself.

He smiles wickedly around the hot length in his mouth. Malik or no Malik... he owes this guy a lot of pain.]

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[obeytherod]

Huhu...a parasite of the body, and the mind. I hope you know you've sealed his fate, Bakura! There's only so much pain he can saddle onto me before it overflows, and overwhelms him!

[He starts to laugh again, deranged and quiet at first, before it grows louder, the sound filling up every recess of Bakura's mind.

Suddenly, it stops.]

[obeytherod]

[Malik had dropped his Rod into his thigh, its contact with Bakura breaking as he instead used his now-free hand to harshly grip his shoulder.]

Nnnhh! [His body was trembling, he was so close he couldn't think of anything else but how horrible and wonderful those lips felt on him.] B-bakura...I'm...