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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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[Malik would be more thankful for that adjustment time had he even realized that's what Bakura was giving him. All he could concentrate on was that hand on him and that still fullness inside of him.

When Bakura finally starts to move he lets out a groan, raising his hips a little higher as if encouraging him to continue. That meant his hand as well.]

What are you doing...don't stop...

What, do you want this to end too fast? You're not used to it, you know.

[The words are breathless as he grasps Malik's thigh hard enough to bruise, using it as leverage to keep moving. As always, he seems to be the one doing the most work. Typical.]

Haah... If I touch you the whole time, you're going to get off too fast!

[Shrugging that thought aside, having no place for it, he continues attacking Malik's throat with affection as he ruthlessly thrusts into that warmth.]

No...ahh... [As Bakura begins to pick up speed, Malik loses the nerve to speak. All he can do is tighten his arms around Bakura, his nails digging into the skin below as he feels that hot length pump in and out of him. The sounds coming from his throat were entirely unrestrained as he laid there, letting the other man have his way with him.

It was too good... Bakura was right: if he touched him now, Malik was certain he would end up finishing. As it were, his body felt like it was on fire wherever it touched the other man. His member was painfully throbbing, and yet somehow didn't feel neglected as long as Bakura kept moving.

Malik starts to roll his hips in response, and while his movements were slower than Bakura's, they somehow fit perfectly in between those quicker thrusts.]

[Damn, it felt good. Malik's body was hot and tight, feeling almost welcoming now that Malik had submitted to the situation. The sounds he was making only made it more intense.

A wicked thought stirred in his mind as he kept moving. In fact, it was almost a shame to experience this alone. After all, his host was always unhappy about missing out on things because of him... heh heh, it was almost fair to show him what he was missing out on! Okay, it really wasn't, but he was too amused by the idea not to.

Without warning to either of them, he took a step back from the situation, retreating from the body and forcing his host into control as he watched.]

[What the fuck-]

[Almost before he could blink and realize the situation, sensation hit him from all sides. He gasped, unable to breathe under the sudden onslaught on his senses.

It was beyond anythng he'd felt before. His body was in a state he'd never experienced. It was like he could feel everything at once; the heat of his body, the rush of hormones, the feeling of arousal and that never-ending tightness and friction as Malik persistently moved his hips... It was too good.

Oh dear god why am I awake now why why why?!

Ryou buried his face in Malik's neck, trying to hide the embarassment on it - though at least that could be mistaken for arousal. He was pretty sure his face had already been burning before the change in control.

He couldn't even speak, and he wasn't sure he wanted to. If Malik found out his other had switched places, he'd probably get shanked in his sleep, if not sooner.]

[The only thing about the change that Malik noticed was the sudden cease of Bakura's hips. With only his eager grinding left as stimulation, it felt lacking.]

Nnh...idiot. Don't stop!

[He was too worked up, too hot and filled with desire to deal with teasing right now. Bakura tempted him into this, the least he could do was not screw around with him.

Nonliterary, anyway.]

[He wants what-?!

Ryou flustered over it mentally for a second or two. If he stopped, Malik would know, and he'd probably be pretty disappointed, too. He can't be that cruel. But continuing on with Malik not knowing the switch had happened... Didn't that bring up some moral quandries?]

[...if the Spirit wasn't dead already, he'd fucking kill him.

Without the fucking part.

Swallowing nervously, he began to move. No use being hesitant now. It'd be too obvious that there was a change in who was control. So he simply bit his lip and tried to match the pace he thinks his other was at when they swapped places. God, it felt stupidly good.

...the other him had done this to get out of doing the work, hadn't he? Son of a-]

Yes... [Malik lets out a pleased groan when those thrusts start up again, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. His own hips grind up against Ryou's eagerly, pushing him in as deep as he could. It felt so good...and yet it didn't feel like enough! He wanted more, but there wasn't any more to have.

So he settles for turning his head, using one hand to coax that pale head upwards into a sloppy, heated kiss.]

[Fuck fuck fuck, this shouldn't feel as good as it did. As if he hadn't already been confused on his feelings with Malik before this, he had to be dumped in this kind of situation. And from the feel of it, neither of them had listened to his concerns about condoms either.

It felt good enough that he almost didn't care.

Almost.

Because he isn't sure how long he can keep this up without Malik realizing it's him. It's good enough that he can coast on instinct, but his inexperience has to start showing soon.

SPIRIT YOU TAKE OVER THIS RIGHT NOW DO YOU HEAR ME?!

He obediently lifted his head to capture those warm lips with his own, deciding to screw reluctance. He was already screwing Malik, what did it matter if he kissed him?]

[A soft chuckle inside Ryou's head and he was mercifully pulled into the background as the kiss grew more heated, Bakura slipping into control and resuming his actions as easily as if they hadn't been interrupted at all. Not long now, from the feel of it. That was good.

He claimed Malik's lips with all of the lazy fierceness he could muster, biting and licking them.]

[Malik was none the wiser to the change now that they've switched back than he was before. He just clashes against those lips, parting his own and deepening it so he can explore Bakura's mouth with his tongue. They were already so close down there...he wanted to be closer, but no matter how hard he pressed himself to him, dug his nails into him, there was a limit.

He could feel himself building up to a finish. It was amazing, how even without direct stimulation he was so hard, each thrust driving him closer and closer to the edge. It was all going to end too soon, and yet not soon enough.

Against those lips, Malik mutters thoughtless one-word encouragements.]

[He can feel his own climax coming nearer with every thrust, the heat within him almost agonizing. He could be kind and just get Malik off and pull out to finish in private... but they've already gone this far. Heh, he'll just keep going. He's sure Malik won't be in any fit state to protest until it's too late.

He at least has the decency to hold back until he's sure Malik's right at the edge, his fingers leisurely wrapping around Malik's length and stroking him to make sure as that heat builds to a crescendo inside of him, a surge of violent sensation as he hits his limit and peaks. A low groan of pleasure signals the release as his hand begins to work over Malik's hardness in earnest, knowing it won't take more than a little work.]

[Malik was lost in pleasure, desperately grinding his hips upwards as that hand worked him to climax. A low groan of his own slips out as his entire body tenses and trembles around the length inside him and the man against him; the result of his release spurts out across both their chests.

He almost didn't notice the sudden flood of warmth inside of him--a literal flood of warmth. Malik's afterglow comes to a screeching halt.]

...

[The way Malik's body tightened around him was a pleasure that only drew out his own release until he finally relaxed, lazily lying on Malik for a moment. Oh, he noticed that look. Goddammit, Malik, you have to spoil his fun. Well, if you'd listened to Ryou about the condoms, you wouldn't need to feel that.

Well, he doesn't feel like moving yet, Malik, so you're going to have to say something.]

You... [The word start out almost meek, as if in utter disbelief. That quickly escalates into horror.]

You...did that inside of me?!

[With an irritated sound, he pulls out of him, sitting back to shoot him a dry look.]

Didn't want to spoil your fun.

[That and he's a bastard.]

[Bakura pulling out felt unpleasant, and it would even have been disappointing if he hadn't already been violently taken out of the mood.]

But how am I supposed to...!! [Get that out?!

The whole "I'll regret it later" thing was sinking in a lot quicker than he would have liked.]

Idiot, it's not that hard. I'd help you, but I already know how you feel about my fingers in there.

[His tone is lightly mocking, retaliation for the irritation of being so forcibly pulled out of his good mood by Malik's whining.]

Go take a shower if you feel that bad. I can wait for you to finish.

...Khh!! Fine. [Being dismissed like that after what Bakura had just done...it was infuriating! Malik kicks the other boy on his way up and storms off to the bathroom to shower.]

Ow-! What was that for-?!

[Bakura stared after the retreating figure, looking utterly lost. Malik couldn't be that mad about it, could he?]

[Ugh...ugh! Gross. It was so uncomfortable, even walking to the bathroom. His butt was sore and he doesn't even want to think what else.

Malik all but jumps into the shower, letting the cool water run over his skin.

It was hard to believe what he'd just done. He'd let himself get carried away, and he'd let Bakura dominate him so easily. Shit, now what if Bakura thought he could just do that whenever he wanted?! Worse yet, what if he had less respect for him now?]

[Bakura gives him a few moments before entering the bathroom, hanging around outside the shower for a moment.]

Mind some company? No funny business, I promise.

No, I don't even want to see you right now! [Malik reaches out ripping the curtains closed the rest of the way.]

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