[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]

[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!

[obeytherod]

[In a rare moment of submission, Malik actually listens.]

Fine, fine. I guess you're right~ Bakura it is. That honorific always seemed pointless to me anyway!

[fluffydeathdealer]

[He heaves a sign of relief. Damn, Malik, you almost ruined his self-image.]

Heh... Good. My host is always called "Bakura-kun" at home. It'd be annoying if you kept using it.

[obeytherod]

[The steady stream of water from the showerhead dies down to a trickle. One dark hand reaches out to grab a towel so he can wrap it around his waist before stepping out.

It seemed even now, those scars on his stomach remained.]

Mmm...I feel better now. [Both from his recent assertion of dominance and the cool water having made him feel clean again.

Malik grabs a second towel and starts to dry off his hair.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

You look it!

[Those scars... He glances over their surreptisciously before stepping into the shower himself. Malik isn't the only one feeling unclean right now after all, and god knows how he's going to get the sand out of his hair.]

[obeytherod]

Keh... [Smirking like his usual self, Malik tosses the second towel over his shoulders and pads out of the bathroom to get dressed.]