Effect Room: Amnesia

[stealshinies]

[Today, quite a few of the rooms seem to have taken a liking to inflicting some stupefying amnesia. One might still remember bits and pieces of the past, their name, their family, and common knowledge...or one might forget everything. Either way, the effect only takes place once the room has been exited, and then its poor victims are left to wander the halls in their confusion.]

((ooc: so basically, at some point when walking out of a room, your character is inflicted with amnesia! mingle, tag around, etc.~ Characters who tag into other threads don't have to be affected by the amnesia, only the ones making the thread starters do. Effects last as long as you want.))

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[obeytherod]

Feh.

[He'll find a way to prove it's not his fault when his head hurts less. Stupid Bakura.

Malik scoots himself further up onto the bed so his legs aren't hanging off anymore, and now that he's suitably higher up than Bakura on the bed, he tosses an arm over him.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

-?

[Bakura blinks, moving his head to stare up at him.]

Comfortable?

[obeytherod]

Be quiet. My head hurts.

[Malik doesn't budge. He is comfortable, but he's not going to admit it.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...

[Shifting, he draws himself up on the bed so he can reach up. His fingers coax into Malik's hair, soothingly stroking over his scalp to try to ease his headache.]

Want me to try to make you feel better?

[obeytherod]

[Malik closes his eyes, allowing those soft fingers to run over his scalp.]

It's the least you can do. [He grumps.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Hehehe. I feel so bad for you, I should at least do something...

[That sarcasm of his never goes away, it seems. Rolling over, he crawls up Malik's body to press his lips against his in an affectionate manner.]

[obeytherod]

[Hearing that sarcasm, Malik's brows knit in a warning sort of way, but he doesn't bother opening his eyes. He's not even going to bother kissing back.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...

[Sitting back, he frowns.]

What? If you're in this bad of a mood, I can just leave you in peace, you know.

[obeytherod]

[He cracks an eye open and frowns.] What happened to the least you could do?

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heh... you didn't seem to want me to do it, Malik!

[His fingers coax through Malik's hair affectionately and he lowers his head to nip at the crook of Malik's neck in a playful manner.]

Heheh, well then, shall I make up for wounding your pretty head by putting my mouth to work elsewhere?

warning: they're being gay

[obeytherod]

[Honestly? Malik hadn't expected that sort of treatment; he was anticipating a massage at best. But he wasn't going to complain, of all things.

Instead he reaches over, placing a hand on Bakura's shoulder and nodding, sounding just a little eager.]

Yeah... Why not?

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Bakura chuckles softly, moving down Malik's body so he's straddling his knees. He has more reasons than just that. After last night, he wants to show him just how much he was missed. Unfastening Malik's belt, he tosses it aside carelessly and lowers his head to grasp the zipper in his teeth, tugging it down.]

Then, I'll be sure to apologize thoroughly...

[Pushing Malik's underwear down enough, he slips his hand inside Malik's trousers to grasp his length. His hot breath teases the skin there before his tongue flicks out to draw a slow path from the base to the tip.]

[obeytherod]

...I'm sure you will. [The words are mumbled as Malik watches intently, his eyes growing wide as Bakura pulls down his zipper--with his teeth!--and exposes his length.]

Ah. [He was practically holding his breath. The last time Bakura did this...he's not even sure how long ago it was.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heheh... [It has been a while. Bakura prefers to keep things in control, which means he doesn't do things like this all the time. Besides... he's sure Malik would grow bored if he becomes too used to it. Leisurely, he wraps his lips over the head of Malik's length, lowering his head to take as much of it as he can in one fluid move.]

[obeytherod]

Ooh...

[Malik stifles a groan with the back of his hand as Bakura pull him into the warmth of his mouth. He even raises his hips upwards to meet him, already eager and wanting.

To think he'd almost forgotten how this felt; warm and wet and most of all intense.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Placing a hand on Malik's hip to prevent him from accidentally choking him, he grins around the hot organ in his mouth. So easy to please... It seemed Malik's mood was already lifting.

Sucking playfully at the length in his mouth, he lowers his head slowly, his tongue lavishing affection on the sensitive underside of it. His jaw aches a little already, though with the amount of laughing he does, you'd think it'd be easier to keep his mouth open. Ah, well. He can ignore it.]

[obeytherod]

[With that hand stilling his hips, all Malik can do is lay tensely there and enjoy the sensations that Bakura is sending through him. He should ask him to do this more often, he thinks, as shifts his torso a little to the side, trying to get an easier look at him.

What a stupid thought it was...to find Bakura so attractive when his mouth was around him like that.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Malik needn't worry. That stilling hand releases him once he's sure he can handle the movement. It would be embarrassing if Malik managed to somehow asphyxiate him with his dick, after all.

But the way the man is moving... Letting the length slip from his lips, he draws in a breath and speaks almost thoughtlessly.]

Are you uncomfortable?

[Before Malik can answer, he busies himself with taking him in again, as far as he can this time.]

[obeytherod]

Ah--mmm...! [He was going to answer, but those lips silence him again, and Malik's whole body shudders a bit at the revisiting warmth. The answer might have been yes, but Malik keeps where he is because it doesn't make him nearly as strained as looking down from a "straight" position does.

...And he really wants to see this, even if his eyes keep closing against their own will. It really is amazing how Bakura can take so much of him in, the sight alone was causing him to harden, not that he wasn't hard before--it hadn't taken long after the proposition--but now he was aching with it.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Taking that as a no, he closes his eyes and keeps going, sucking intensely at Malik's dick. If Malik really wants to move, no force on earth will stop him anyway... Though he doubts Malik will be able to bring himself to move right now. For someone with Malik's domineering personality, being serviced like this is surely too good to disregard so easily.

His amused smile can probably be felt as he works his tongue over the length that's filling his mouth right now. The way Malik is trembling beneath him is delightful. He wants to hear more of those sounds.]

[obeytherod]

[Bakura was right about one thing--like this, Malik was content to just lie there and have Bakura do all the work. It stroked his ego, among other things. But even then the Egyptian couldn't help but squirm and twitch despite his best efforts, his breath hitching at times or catching in a short groan.

Now that he had sex to compare it to, among everything else they did, Malik had one burning question.]

Why's it...ahhh... I can't... [Well that didn't work.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...?

[Well, whatever Malik was trying to say, he clearly wasn't able to. Releasing the cock in his mouth, he looks up at Malik in confusion.]

Why's it what?

[Don't take too long, Malik. From the casual way he licks the tip, he's not going to wait too long for an answer.]

[obeytherod]

[Usually he'd complain about the loss of that mouth, but at least it gives him time to pose his question. Even if that tongue is making him tense even now.]

Why's it make me have to...move so much.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Mulling it over, he runs his tongue along the side of it. Honestly... what a weird question.]

...beats me. I don't have a clue.

[Trailing a finger along the sensitive underside, he shakes his head before wrapping his lips over the head of Malik's length, sucking and licking at it playfully.]

[obeytherod]

Oh...okay. [He murmurs, quietly allowing himself to get wrapped up in the sensation of Bakura's mouth and tongue once more. Reaching down, he runs his fingers into that mane of hair and encouragingly rests his palm against Bakura's head.

If he hadn't gained his memories back...they wouldn't be doing this. This was trivial though, that's not what he was concerned with. If he hadn't remembered Bakura, would he have ever felt like this for someone again? This intense closeness and caring, similar but still radically different from that of what felt for his brother and sister.

Ahh...wow. Bakura was good with his tongue. Malik arches his back, tensing his body as he tries to keep himself centered.]