[CAMPUS/IC]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[This is a general post for threads that can't go anywhere else, to prevent making closed posts for one or two characters.

Threads here are 100% IC for the_campus.

05/10/13 - A Soft Heart Breaking. (Date Mislabelled on actual thread)
05/10/13 - What Family's For
8/10/13 - Trespass of the Soul
13/10/13 - Fears of the Past
13/10/13 - The Great Evacuation
14/10/13 - A Beach Date! Jokes Spiralling Out of Control
31/10/13 - Questionable Intentions
03/11/13 - Secrets of the Mind]

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[fluffydeathdealer]

And to think you were so adverse to it earlier...

[CHOMP. That sandwich is pretty much torn apart by his teeth, gone in a couple of bites.

...he really eats more like an animal than a man.]

[obeytherod]

[It was quite the contrast to Malik's neatness, really.]

You were the one who was joking.

[He picks up his sandwich and starts to eat that, allowing the rest of his food to sit besides him on the towel.]

We should go in the water after this.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Licking the butter from his fingers, he eyes Malik suspiciously.]

Not too far, then. You're not meant to swim for a couple of hours after eating.

[obeytherod]

Hm? I can't swim. I just want to sit in the water a bit.

[Malik picks up his apple and takes a crunch out of it as soon as he's done speaking. Normally wouldn't admit it to the fact he couldn't swim, but this was Bakura. Lying would be pointless.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

I'm not especially fond of swimming, either. So that's fine by me.

[And his second sandwich is introduced to his teeth. Bye-bye, sandwich!]

[obeytherod]

[Malik keeps switching between his three portions, eventually finishing them all and grabbing a second sandwich to replace them.

When he finally speaks, the topic of swimming has been left dead in the water for so long that his comment seems to come out of nowhere.]

You know, since we're on an island...it might be a good idea if I learn.

[fluffydeathdealer]

I can teach you, but I'm not the best swimmer in the world. Still, it'd save you the embarassment of looking for a tutor.

At the least, I can hold onto you to make sure you don't sink too far.

[His own food is already long gone...]

[obeytherod]

I should be fine as long as you show me the basics. It's not as if I lack the strength.

[Malik's not as quick an eater as Bakura, but he's almost done with his second sandwich at least.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Sitting back, he shrugs.]

As you wish. I wasn't concerned so much with strength as I was with the fact that you might panic if you get pulled underwater.

[obeytherod]

[That thought makes him a little nervous, but he doesn't let it show.] As long as we start in the shallow water, that shouldn't be a problem.

[fluffydeathdealer]

You should be fine, anyway. As long as you don't go too far out, the current shouldn't be able to grab you on a calm day like this.

[obeytherod]

Keh...right. I'll just be careful~

[Malik leans over, pressing an impromptu kiss to Bakura's lips. His reasoning? He just fucking felt like it, that's why!]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heh. Of course- [-!

Bakura starts in surprise, but smiles, returning the kiss leisurely.]

[obeytherod]

[The kiss is just as lazy from Malik's end, making its brief length seem much longer than it actually was.

When he pulls away, he looks down with a victorious twitch of a smirk.]

Keh...

[fluffydeathdealer]

What's so amusing?

[Bakura stares at Malik in confusion.]

[obeytherod]

[He looks up, eyes narrowed in smug amusement.]

You really are mine.

[fluffydeathdealer]

What? Did you doubt it?

[There's a hidden 'duh' in the casual way he says it.]

[obeytherod]

[His eyes twitch open in shock at the admittance. That was the first time Bakura ever agreed when he tried to claim him.]

...No. [Malik suddenly wraps his arms over Bakura's shoulders, pressing his weight down upon him until they both fall back into the sand.]

Keh keh keh... [Laying there, he kisses him again.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Bakura jumps in surprise as Malik clings onto him suddenly, pushing him back into the sand. Before he knows it, he's underneath the boy as Malik laughs like a happy child and presses his lips to his own. Nipping playfully at Malik's lips, he tries to let go of the surprise he's feeling. His arms loop loosely around Malik's waist, and he uses them to press closer as he returns the kiss, trembling slightly with supressed laughter.

It was true that this was the first time he'd agreed to that statement that tugged at his pride irritably, but it was true. Probably not in the way Malik thought, however... because to him, it meant that Malik was his too.

And he didn't let go of the things he likes easily. ]

[obeytherod]

[The kiss is short, but enthusiastic. Malik's good mood was evident in his motions and the way he sounded like he might start laughing again at any moment.

He had never felt this way before. Because he had never been able to go the extra step to fully embrace his feelings and allow himself to. Even more than that, it had been Bakura's words.

As he straddled the other boy's waist and tightened those arms over his shoulders, Malik was certain he wouldn't mind staying like this for awhile longer. If anybody came to interrupt them...he would just use the Rod to get rid of them!]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[When the kiss breaks apart, Bakura smiles breathlessly up at the boy on top of him. Lifting his hand, he strokes pale fingers over Malik's cheek. Seeing him as happy as this was honestly charming. And so very rare too. He wanted to not fuck this mood up this time.]

I can say it more directly if you want.

[obeytherod]

[Bakura's indirect confession had been just fine, but that doesn't mean he'd mind hearing it said. Then there was no way he could be misunderstanding the other boy's words, and Bakura wouldn't be able to take it back. Not that he thought he would.

Smiling back at the gentle touch to his still-burning cheeks, Malik gives a slight nod of his head.]

Well...I'm not going to say no.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Malik suits this look, the warmth of his skin where embarassment has darkened it, the way his hair hangs down as he looks down on him. That pleased smile on his face, eyes bright with happiness. Bakura likes it.

Drawing Malik closer, he keeps his eyes focused on him. Laying there beneath him, white hair splayed against the golden sands like his own personal blanket underneath him, he swallows a little nervously. It's almost more of an intimate confession than Malik's half-admittance, in his eyes. But Bakura's never been less than bold, never been driven by his fears. He's no coward. And he isn't easily ruled by his emotions.]

I'm yours, Malik! There's no letting go of me now!

[obeytherod]

[That was more like it! It was solidified now, what he was to him and what they were to each other. Never in a thousand years could he imagine wanting to let go of the man in front of him. He was too perfect, even intoxicating at times.

Malik beams, placing his hands on Bakura's cheeks and leaning in for one last confession of his own.]

Once this is all over, and I've killed the Pharaoh and destroyed that other half of myself...I'll let you put my soul back in the Rod.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Malik...!

[Those words sent a shiver of delight down his spine. Even with the discomfort and awkwardness of being bound to the Rod, Malik was willing to offer such a thing? Even knowing what it was like? It was a confession that meant more than the other, to him.

His eyes brightened and he arched up suddenly to press a fierce kiss to Malik's lips, showing his pleasure much more easily with that than he could with words.]