[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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[obeytherod]

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.]

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[fluffydeathdealer]

[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?]

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[fluffydeathdealer]

[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.]

[obeytherod]

[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.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[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.]

[obeytherod]

[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.]

...

[fluffydeathdealer]

[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.]

[obeytherod]

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

You...did that inside of me?!

[fluffydeathdealer]

[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.]

[obeytherod]

[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.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

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.

[obeytherod]

...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.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Ow-! What was that for-?!

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

[obeytherod]

[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?]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[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.

[obeytherod]

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

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Jeez... he really is pissed.]

Fine, then. I was going to apologize, that's all. I crossed a boundary and pissed you off, and that was wrong. [Blah blah...] And if it makes you feel any better you can do the same to me sometime if you can get over your squeamishness. Any sexual act, whether I'm comfortable or not.

[obeytherod]

... [Those curtains pull back just enough for Malik to stick his head out, shooting Bakura a dubious look. The apology had eased him a little bit, but not by much.]

Didn't you already promise me something like that for watching those videos? I'm not interested.

[fluffydeathdealer]

I promised you could tie me up. Which is admittedly something I'm not a hundred per cent thrilled on since being helpless isn't my sort of thing, but it's still on the table if you want it.

[He folds his arms over his chest, meeting Malik's eyes unhesitantly.]

I'm trying to make this up to you, Malik, at least work with me a little.

[obeytherod]

[If that's the case, Malik might reconsider taking Bakura up on that offer. But that's for later.]

I don't want sex. If you want to make it up to me... [His eyes glint as an idea comes to life, manifesting itself as one of his complacent smiles.] Then call me Malik-sama.

[fluffydeathdealer]

...eh?

[Oh, that bastard. Taking advantage of his attempt to make things up like this... He stares a little blankly at Malik before sighing.]

Just once, Malik-sama? Or are you telling me to make it a more lasting thing? Because even I have my limits on that front.

[obeytherod]

[Malik was quite good at seizing an opportunity when he saw it, after all..]

Keh keh, no, that'd be too much...how about a week?

[fluffydeathdealer]

Tch-! Fine! If that's what you want, Malik-sama!

[Malik might be more of an opportunist than him. Damn.]

[obeytherod]

[This small victory over Bakura...it just about washed all his anger and regret away!]

It's exactly what I want, Bakura-kun... Keh keh.

[Pulling his head back, he goes back to his shower.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

O-oy! I didn't say you could call me "Bakura-kun" too! Drop the damn honorific already!