fluffydeathdealer | [CAMPUS/IC]

...man. I'm relaxed enough that I can't even think of a snide comeback.

[Shifting, he lies on his side, head propped up by his hand to look over the relaxed form of his partner. It's hardly an unpleasant sight.]

Ohh? I never thought I'd see the day!

[Malik peeks one eye open so he can still watch Bakura's reaction to that. Too bad he suddenly didn't feel like moving. This really was comfortable.]

Me either! Clearly I must be coming down with something.

[He grins widely, dusting the sand off of his hands onto his trousers before reaching out to twirl a lock of Malik's hair around his fingers.]

That or I'm just in too good a mood.

Is it really that easy to please you? [The comment is meant to be endearing, even with the sarcasm it holds. Malik really does enjoy Bakura when he's like this. Having his hair played with was a new one, but he embraced it just the same.

This affection...it was something he hadn't felt in years, and even then it had only ever been family. It wasn't quite like this.]

[Embolded by Malik's lack of rejection, he leisurely threads his fingers into Malik's hair, softly stroking his fingers through it.]

Heheh... I'm a simple man deep down! Simple pleasures like this... they're good, somehow. Though I'd never have bothered to relax like this in the past, with you it's not boring at all. It feels kind of natural.

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[Malik lets out a pleased sigh, just enjoying the sensation of those fingers running through his hair. So this is what he'd been doing to Bakura, those few times felt like...]

Maybe I was someone close to you in a past life...kehe. It really feels like I was meant to meet you.

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...

[Snrk.]

HEEHAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

[His head falls back as laughter rings out across the beach.]

You're so cute, Malik-kun! Talking about fate in such a young way...

Ah-- [Malik just looks over, utterly shocked that he was being laughed at. A-after he said something like that...!]

[It was mortifying. He was mad too, but the embarrassment override it entirely.

Malik turns away in a huff, covering the lower half of his face with a hand as he tried to will away the burning of his cheeks with a scowl.]

Idiot...you're an idiot!

[Oops. He hadn't meant to burst out laughing like that. But it was too cute. Leaning over, he presses his lips to Malik's ear, speaking words meant just for him. It didn't matter if there was nobody else around. These were private words.]

But you know... It doesn't matter if it was fate or not. I'm happy I met you, either way.

I may hate the Gods... but I'll thank them for allowing me to meet you.

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[Those words ease him a bit, a warmth building in his chest in response.]

Now you say that...you're so annoying.

[It's times like this he wonders why he allows himself to feel this way. He should be concentrating on his revenge, his plans...

But here he was, lying with Bakura on the beach and talking about how he felt they were fated to meet.]

I can't believe I let you of all people make me feel this way.

[A soft chuckle is his answer before Bakura lets his head rest beside Malik's, rolling over onto his back to stare up at the sky. 'Let' him, the boy says. Like he's doing anything in particular to make Malik feel the way he is. No, the truth is...]

People will always be slaves to their emotions.

[It's spoken softly, thoughtfully.]

Truthfully, this closeness terrified me from the start. I didn't know if I wanted to push you away and flee or never let you go again. It feels like it softens me too much. Like I'm becoming more 'human' the more time I spend with you.

But...

[He lifts a hand, studying the way the light falls through it.]

You're more important to me now than I expected you to become. I would regret it too much if I fled out of cowardice. So I promised that I'd enjoy it to the fullest while I had it. After all, time is endless. I'd rather spend what time I have with you now.

I'll always have time to accomplish my goals... but even when you're irritating, it feels like I never have enough time to spend with you.

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[Those words were like a painful warmth wrapping around him, inescapable as they drew him in. For as cool as he would act around Bakura at times, it was more often than not that he was letting himself go.

It felt good, so he embraced it. If it had felt bad...he'd have simply ignored it!]

I'm glad you didn't push me away... [What else could he say? That was a loaded confession, and the more he thought about it, the more he just smiled and allowed himself to appreciate it.]

Bakura... [He rolls over, drawing his arm across Bakura's chest and resting his cheek affectionately against him. His other arm loops through Bakura's and grips it loosely.] You're seriously one of the most infuriating people I know, but even then...I made that oath with you. I like spending time with you.

[His fingers squeeze slightly against that pale skin as he swallows nervously.] I think I...

[His hand drew down to curve over the small of Malik's back in a loose embrace. For some reason his pulse seemed to be too fast. The part of him that panicked at these odd moments of closeness stirred inside of him and sank down again reluctantly. It had been too diminished over time to take hold now.

The two of them were opposites, in a way. Malik too young, emotional inside, but calm and confident outside. Bakura too old, emotional on the outside, but cold and vicious inside. Somehow, those clashing natures had met and come to tolerate one another. Even to care for one another. It was absurd.

Closing his eyes, Bakura drew Malik a little closer. What was on the boy's mind to make him so nervous?]

...What is it, Malik?

[Malik regains his nerves after a moment, but doesn't continue on that exact train of thought.]

That oath means you're family to me now. So I love you like family.

[There's that grip again, tightening nervously and betraying his words. Maybe it would be easier to just come out with it, but Malik's never confessed anything like this before; it was nerve wracking.] But...it's not exactly the same.

[Bakura pauses in surprise. Was this really a confession? He'd joked about it before, but it seems Malik's feelings might be stronger than he thought.

His hand lifts to stroke slim fingers through Malik's hair, soothingly. He doesn't trust himself not to fuck up if he says anything to encourage him, so this is all he'll do.]

If it's not the same, then...?

[He can already infer what Malik is trying to say. That poor fool... had he really fallen for him so hard? But he is young, he supposes.]

[Malik could swear his face was on fire. Bakura can probably feel the heat radiating off it even now. No matter how dark his skin was, it didn't do anything to hide it.

Bakura's nudging question, the encouraging fingers running through his hair...it helped a little, but not enough. Then again, he doubted anything would be enough right now.]

It's just...different! [Malik starts to fluster, losing his nerve.] ...You know, it's different!

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[Man, you're hopeless... he thinks to himself, before moving suddenly. In an instant, Malik is on his back, Bakura's face above his, that white hair falling like a curtain over one side of his neck as he straddles Malik's waist.]

...I know. You don't have to say it.

[The quiet words are filled with affection, Bakura unable to hide it for once. You hopeless, foolish child... The words inside his mind have no malice as he lowers his lips to press a surprisingly chaste kiss against Malik's own.]

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[What a relief. Malik lets out a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding in. The whole thing was dizzying somehow, and he was easily rolled over onto his back, his hair splaying against the sand once more.

That brief relief is quickly shattered as he realized just what he'd confessed. It was a wonderful and horrifying realization sinking into him, causing his eyes to widen at nothing but his own thoughts.

Bakura may have intended a soft kiss, but Malik turned it into something more; a way for him to vent his trembling frustration. His hands reach up to cup that pale face as he noted for the umpteenth time the pleasant contrast between them.]

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[Bakura's pleased murmur was the most he could manage with Malik persistently kissing him. He'd intended this to be more peaceful for Malik's sake, but the other's passion overwhelmed that intention with ease. It was an interesting juxtaposition, the violence of Malik's lips pressing against his own and the sweetness of that touch. Not for the first time, he wondered faintly just how conflicted Malik's mind truly was. Of course there was damage, to produce that wicked alter-ego of his, but the boy seemed truly lost sometimes.

Oh well. It didn't matter, he supposed. What did matter was the heat of Malik's body beneath him, the feel of his hot breath against his lips as he kissed him. Nothing else mattered. Lifting a hand, he covered one of Malik's with his own, slipping his fingers between Malik's to hold it from behind in a rare gesture of affection.]

[Malik's fervor calms after a minute, the dipping point being the exact moment that hand affectionately folds over his own.

He really didn't know what to do with himself as he laid there with his lips slowly moving against the ones pressed so generously against his. Thinking seemed impossible right now. It was if he was drowning in the swell of his own heart and the heat of that body against his.

Malik lets out a shaky sigh and continues the kiss, slower than before but no less needy. His thumb gently moves across any skin within its reach.]

[When had Malik become more than just something interesting to play with? He didn't know. He didn't really care either. For whatever reason, that remnant of fear or the comfort of pleasure, the feel of that too-gentle touch made him tremble, stirring something within him that nobody else had managed previously. His lips curl into a smile against Malik's.

The heat within his own body was irritating, the heat of Malik's own relished. Thoughtlessly, he releases Malik's hand for a moment to shrug off the open shirt he wore over his t-shirt, feeling a little better for it as his hand returns to claim ownership over Malik's.

He lets Malik set the pace this time, feeling that need and teasingly letting it grow as he returns the kiss at an equally slow pace.]

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[It's the removal of that shirt that seems to bring Malik back to his senses. The sun in his eyes, the sand, the sound of water crashing against the shore...

They were right out in the open where anybody could see them, and as much as Malik was enjoying the kiss, he still valued his privacy.

Reluctantly he pulls back, breathing hotly against those parted lips as he resists the urge to just give in and kiss them again.]

We should move...

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