His gaze slipped from Malik’s, watching those slender fingertips curling in his hair out of the corner of his eyes. He grins, the look gentle for once, as he squeezes the other male’s hip gently. “Mm, I gathered. Even if I don’t know what, specifically, the nature of that trouble.” His expression softens a little further as he exhales. “I’m here for you, though. If you ever need me, all you’ve got to do is tell me.”

Bakura turned, eyes on Malik’s and very interested by this behaviour. One hand rested on one of the blond’s hips, letting their foreheads be pressed together. “Of course I would. And I suppose that would be now?” He cocked a brow, skeptical. “Be frank with me, Malik. What’s happened?”

Bakura quirks a brow. How curious, the way Malik looks today, and the way he’s acting… he’d even go so far as to call it suspicious. “Of course I am. Why do you ask~?”

"Master Malik," he stared back, "is all well?"

________ I decided to post reminders every now and then for people who happen to lose stuff or forget certain roleplay's. I'm not urging anyone to reply immediately, this is simply a reminder for you to save the link or w/e. If you want to start a roleplay, simply post a starter tagging #SOULSTEALERBAKURA Or send me and ask, I'm always willing to discuss plots. 

You always have been the more pessimistic of the two of us~

He’s sore. Sore sore sore: of all the men and women he’s bedded, his encounters with Malik stood out in his mind as the most aggressive. Groaning softly, but not unpleasantly, he shifted, one eye cracking open to peer at the blond beside him. The ache, far from being the consequence of the various scratches, bruises and bites marring his skin, is deep and extremely satisfyying in his bones. He sighs, that eye slipping contentedly shut again. “Mm, you alive~?”

Alright, alright… *grins, head falls to one side and one brow cocks playfully* No. You’re right, I don’t want to cross you. I wouldn’t mind doing something else with you, though~