Duel 002: Peaceful Days! The Fluffiest Training Montage Commences

[fluffydeathdealer]

[It's a bit of a pain, being in a school with no teachers.

Ryou Bakura isn't the type of kid who really likes being too active; he's about on the level of most ordinary teenagers. But after being laid up for so long with the burns to his arms and leg, not only is he extremely restless, but he's sure even his metabolism won't hold up much longer, with the amount he eats. That's why, after checking to see that Henry isn't home to take him up on that training offer, he's decided to try treating this like school and taking an hour or so to do his very own gym class, all by himself. It'd be easier with teachers, but... he doesn't have a choice right now.

Most kids probably would just take the break and be lazy, but right now, Ryou's working hard. Apart from the occasional break, he can be found pretty easily in the east wing, dressed in gym clothes and doing everything from running laps on the track field to climbing ropes.

...though that last one is more like 'falling off ropes'. Stupid mats... they don't cushion that fall at all. Hopefully nobody's dumb enough to stand below him.]

Ow...

[Time for a banana and some water, he thinks.]

Ah, I'm so tired...

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[fluffydeathdealer]

[...nope, he'll just be flopping down beside Malik, and casually groping him through his trousers.]

Isn't this fun, Malik? It's like a real family experience!

[obeytherod]

[As it turns out, Malik was more aroused than disgusted, mostly thanks to those sounds. He'd been so concentrated on the screen that Bakura's hand startles him, causing him to jump and suddenly uncross his legs.]

Shut up!

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heh...

[Cracking open the can, he takes a swig of the sugary drink, lying back against the backrest of the couch. So Malik really was enjoying it... he could tell.]

Fine, then. If you enjoy it that much, I won't interfere by talking.

[obeytherod]

[The "shut up" had been more reflexive than anything, and now that Bakura wasn't talking...all he could hear was the screen. It was almost painful to be getting turned on like this, unable to release that tension.

Well, he could just move one foot to his right and take care of it with Bakura, but this was now a matter of pride!]

I don't...

[fluffydeathdealer]

Oh? Your body says otherwise... Heh heh...

[As if to point out his words, he reaches out to grope him again, smugly.]

[obeytherod]

Dont--! [He tenses up, placing his hands on Bakura's wrist...and yet he doesn't push that hand away even as it makes him shiver.]

How else am I supposed to feel about noises like that?!

[fluffydeathdealer]

[He squeezes, an amused look on his face. How cute... This guy...]

It's the right response, idiot. Porn's meant to get you hot under the collar.

[obeytherod]

Ah... [Malik swallows, that squeeze sending a pleasant shiver down his body.]

I'm...just... [He suddenly gets up, and practically runs to the bathroom.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Bakura's laughter follows him all the way.]

[obeytherod]

[Malik's just going to make a point to not come out for awhile, and when he finally does...he's looking a fair bit less tense than before.

As he peeks out from behind the door, he lets his gaze settle on the TV again.]

You can turn that off, you know.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Had your fun? Too bad...

[He laughs a little. Poor boy...]

We can try it again some other time.

[obeytherod]

I think I've seen enough... [Malik slinks back over to the couch, taking a seat and letting out a heavy sigh.

There's one thing he knows for sure how to do, and that's turn the TV off. Which he does.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

What, what? You don't have the capability to handle it? You poor innocent!

[obeytherod]

That's not what I meant! I just don't see a reason to watch more.

[Honestly, he was fine without having his thoughts so violently clouded like that.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heheh... If you're sure, that's fine by me. I prefer the real thing, anyway.

[obeytherod]

...Me too. [It's an idle response, but it's true. Malik couldn't say he was fond of letting himself build up like that...it was too much tease, and not enough reward.

He'd barely gotten to enjoy himself, he finished so quickly. Not that he minds, the sooner it was over the better, but still...]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Then next time, we should just do what feels good and fuck the porn.

...

Or maybe "fuck without the porn" would sound less suggestive.

[obeytherod]

[The joke either goes over his head, or he simply doesn't care.]

That's what I had been doing...you're the one that suggested watching porn in the first place! Or did you forget already?

[fluffydeathdealer]

Idiot... I suggested the porn to get you more comfortable with sex instead of acting like a frightened rabbit all the time. But you know, it's not much fun if you're going to be such a pain. So why bother keeping it going?

[obeytherod]

I was fine with what we were doing before... [Malik looks a bit sore from Bakura's words.] I'd rather just do things my way.

[Or rather, at his own pace.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

That's fine. I don't mind taking it slow.

[It weakens you. That was what that soul fragment had said. For a moment he pauses, looking away.]

[obeytherod]

[Malik's glad to hear that, and he even starts to break into a rare smile when Bakura suddenly looks away.]

...Something wrong?

[fluffydeathdealer]

...

[He reaches out to grasp Malik by the wrist, tugging him over so he can lean on him.]

I wonder... if I'm growing weaker.

[obeytherod]

...?! [The gesture, in all its desperation, surprises him.]

What...? Where did this come from?

[fluffydeathdealer]

The soul fragment within my ring is deteriorating. The darkness within it... it's corrupted it. But earlier, while you were sleeping... we spoke.

I wonder... if it's right. My strength was always born of hatred.