A Fair Way to Nowhere

Title: A Fair Way to Nowhere

Author: Wayfarer

Rating: NC-17 because of the yaoi-lemon stuffs…

Pairing(s): Bakura (thief king version!)/Ryou (Because, you know, they're interesting)

Type: Yaoi, of course. Somewhat pwp-ish in this chapter. OOC, depending on your opinion of characterization...

Status: Might turn into a multi-chapter sorta fic. (1/?)

SPOILERS: Ancient Egypt arc, perhaps. If you know nothing of the great Touzokuou Bakura!, then shame on you! Umm... I mean, if you don't know about him, then you probably won't wanna read this story. Stuff about him may arise shamelessly! Not much in chapter 1, except the fact that he exists, and he looks different from Ryou Bakura. :P

Disclaimer: I own nadda thing. Except maybe this lame idea for a fic. And since I came up with it on my own, it really is fairly lame. A friend wrote a single paragraph in this story somewhere, and gave me an idea for a line. Just to give her credit for it, ya know.

Summary: Ryou goes into some variation of the memory world and has a discussion with his unpleasantly egotistical alter-ego, who is parading around in his original body and riding along with his posse of evil badguy companions with glowing eyes... they don't make a real appearance in the fic, but they're listed here just for reference. :P The story might actually be better than the summary. Who knows? Why not give it a try? ::hint nudge hint:: ::^^::

Notes: Giving fair warning to all those who know more about the ancient egyptian arc than I do... I've seen all the newest episodes through bittorrent, so I guess I'm basing most of my info off of the anime and what I can catch of my scant knowledge of Japanese. Forgive me for writing such a cheezy story, but really, it's just a "what if they met here" sort of fic, even though they really don't meet, so far as I know, technically...Just for clarity's sake, Ryou Bakura is referred to as Ryou, and the evil Bakura is just Bakura (or in this case, "thief king" or "the egyptian guy." ...that last one wasn't serious. :) )


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The white haired boy stretched sleepily, wondering suddenly why his back hurt so much. It felt crookedke hke he'd slept on it the wrong way. He hadn't gotten enough sleep, as usual. The air was dry and scratched his throat. Something was in his mouth. His hair, no doubt, but there was something else. Sand. It tasted like somewhat like dirt and the sea.

He sat up, rubbing hiss ops open and absorbing the scenery. Warm breezes, and a hot sun touching the dismal landscape in the distance to the west. He huddled in despite the warmth, knowing full well that his abnormally pale skin would burn in this sort of weather, even at an early sundown.

"Where am I this time?" he asked himself sleepily, somewhat used to waking up in strange places. He'd woken up in hospitals often enough, once on the back of a motorcycle, sometimes in the middle of a battlefield, facing his closest friends. The worst case was when he woke up locked away in the back of his own mind, and that seemed to be the one that happened most often.

'But this,' he thought, 'is nothing like anywhere I've seen before. Where could I be?'

He nodded his head down in perplexity and hopelessness, figuring that sometime or another he'd wake up for real somewhere that he would recognize; Preferably in his own bed, quiet, without anyone there to bother him.

Unfortunately, that was not about to happen so soon.

Glancing about the horizon, which was wide and full of a flavorful desert sunset -- grey-blue and orange, like the colors of a ripened peach -- he noticed a group of figures silhouetted against the darkening sky somewhat to the right of the sun. The boy narrowed his eyes, placing a hand overhead as a visor to try and see more clearly.

Conveniently or not, they seemed to be heading his way. He wondered if he should call out to them, see if they would help him. Then he wondered, maybe he should hide and see what sort of people they are. He was good at hiding, of all things.

Looking around behind him, he noticed a formation sticking out of the ground of solid bedrock, same as the stone he was sitting on so uncomfortably. Something to hide behind!

He managed to walk on wobbly, sleep-deprived legs and skitter behind some stone, keeping his hazel-brown eyes open and observant.

The people on the horizon made their way somewhat slowly toward the rock shelter. The boy's heart grew heavier as they came closer, a strange dread taking control of his conscious.

'What if they stop there? What if they find me? What if they're not nice people? They don't look too friendly... My dark half isn't here to take over this time... Maybe, just maybe this would be the only time I actually want him here...'

As if his backward prayers had been answered, a strangely familiar laugh resounded in the air. He found that his eyes had been clenched shut in fright, and he had turned to cower behind the rocks. He tried his best to loosen up his tension, listening in to the sound of horses and men's feet. One voice rose above the clamor of hooves, striking the hiding boy with bewilderment.

"We'll stop here for now! That bastard pharaoh couldn't find us out here if he sent out a thousand of his worthless soldiers."

No one responded to the one man's call. All the noise seemed to falter and disappear, as if by magic. Ryou glanced around the edge of the stone, seeing only a single horse being strapped to a jutted piece of rock and dead roots. No parades of horsemen marched around, like the entire armada had been imaginary.

In front of the horse, facing the other direction so the boy could only see his back, was a tall and dark-skinned man wearing a long red cloak. The cloak seemed far too regal against the dust and debris of the mysterious man with a familiar voice. But despite that, the tangled mass of dirty white hair was unmistakable, and Ryou had to hold back a gasp as if struck by lightning as he came to realize just who was standing in front of him.

'It can't be,' Ryou thought, covering his gaping mouth with a hand. 'He's so familiar, but it doesn't... it's not like looking in the mirror, but it's him...'

The tall man turned around, not seeming to notice Ryou in the shadows of the rocks behind the sunset. The face was scarred, eyes smaller and older than he was used to seeing. The man he swore he recognized sat down against the warm stone of the rockbed, pulling out a skin of water and drinking it in large gulps.

'It has to be him,' Ryou thought with a feeling of panic. 'This has to be some kind of dream. That has to be it...'

Before he realized it, his stomach began to growl with thirst. Against the silence of the arid, darkening landscape, and the soft whinnying of the unhappy horse, his stomach seemed ferociously loud. It was enough to make the dark-skinned man stop and look around.

In fright, Ryou tried to slink further into the shadows, but his shoes slipped over the debris of sand over stone, making loud skidding sounds that were unmistakably that of someone who is trying to hide.

"Is that the sound of your heartbeat I hear?" asked man in a calm and sinister tone. The soft, padded shoes did not scrape the ground as he walked, making Ryou's eyes widen in a grave anticipation. "Come out and show your face, or I will hunt you out like an animal--."

"I--." Ryou tried to talk, because he swore he knew who it was, and that everything was just a really bizarre dream. His voice caught in his throat and he had to speak softly to continue. "..I'm right here..."

It took no time flat for a shadow to appear before him. He did not look up to meet him in the eye, because it was too different from the norm, too normal to see someone who was you and not you not look just like you anymore.

"What are *you* doing here?" asked the tall Egyptian man as he raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "I thought I left you behind. You weren't supposed to be brought through to this world."

"I don't know what happened," Ryou responded meekly, still not looking up. "I just woke up here. It feels just like a dream, I'm so tired..."

His stomach grumbled again. Instead of snarling, the tall man chuckled. Ryou curled up into his knees to try to hide his hunger, to little avail. The thief king knelt before him, grabbing his chin to force him to look him in the eyes.

"Stop your incessant whining. I 't h't have you burden me with it."

Ryou made himself look away.coulcouldn't stand the way his other half glared down at him. It was unusual.

"Weakling...Drink this," chided the Egyptian figure of Bakura, rolling his blue-grey eyes like he was taking care of a cumbersome child. He tossed the skin of water into Ryou's hands, expecting him to know how to open it and drink. "I don't have any food on me, but that's all of my water for now so don't drink it all."

Ryou managed to fumble and open the flask by a convenient mistake, drinking just a little to sate his thirst.

'This is too awkward...' Ryou thought as he sipped the water carefully. 'I can't just sit here and do nothing. But what... what does he want me to do?...'

"You're lucky I found you," said Bakura, taking back his skin of water roughly. "I would hate to have my pretty little host stranded here for all eternity."

"...So you really are Bakura..." Ryou said softly, thinking aloud. He had grown used to calling the spirit by his own last name, because it was the spirit's name as well.

The thief king laughed, surprisingly amiable as he twirled Ryou's hair around his calloused fingers.

"You really are pretty stupid," Bakura grinned in a slyly complimentary manner. He turned Ryou's chin to face him again, making the boy squirm under the scrutiny of the muscular Egyptian. "Who else would find you out here? Your worthless friends who are too busy worrying over the Pharaoh to wonder what happened to you? I don't think so."

Ryou pouted inwardly, feeling somewhat sorry for himself.

"They're good friends," Ryou frowned. "I don't doubt they're looking for something that's more important than me right now--."

"And what could be more important?" Bakura scowled, running a thumb over Ryou's chin, just barely touching the boy's bottom lip. His gentleness temporarily overrode the anger in his voice. Ryou knew he was blushing at the touch, glad that it was not copies of his own hands this time, but the sense that it was a familiar stranger's fingers made his stomach fill with butterflies of curiosity.

"I don't know," Ryou spoke candidly, subconsciously turning his cheek into the hand that cupped his face. "I don't know what to think right now. This place is so strange... It's not familiar to me at all..."

"It shouldn't be," Bakura exclaimed with a chuckle. "This is a replica of my world. You shouldn't be here. It's somewhat dangerous for a child like you."

Ryou glanced up hesitantly, wishing he could prove to Bakura that he was not a child or a weakling -- unfortunately, he knew the truth, that he was both and could do nothing to change that. That's why the thief king had such control over him. The boy decided to ask a question that had been in the back of his mind, to try and ease the tension of his stomach.

"...How can an Egyptian have white hair and blue eyes?"

Thaughaught Bakura off guard, causing him to snap in response.

"How can a kid from some island country called Japan be a half-albino weakling?" Bakura retorted with a scowl. "Didn't you have homework about that once? DNA or some such modern nonsense. If I remember you whining about that, why can't you?!"

"I can't help it," Ryou grimaced, doing his best to think clearly as the larger body loomed before him, dark face twisted in malice. "I just never imagined... imagined you would look any different when you were alive... I never thought about it before..."

The Egyptian sat back with a hand to his chin, pondering the situation with deception in his eyes. He made certain to expose more of his bare, muscular chest from underneath the long scarlet cloak. As he sat on the ground, he knew the boy was trying not to look at him, but couldn't keep his eyes off at the same time. The blush on Ryou's face grew more intense. Bakura began to chuckle at Ryouinseinsecurity.

"So, what do you think?" Bakura asked, shamelessly showing himself off to the nervous boy before him. "Do you like the way I look now? Is it better when I'm not you?"

"How am I supposed to answer that?" Ryou covered his red face in his hands, tugging his knees in closer to his chest to hide his body's reactions. "I don't know. I don't--."

"Good," Bakura said with a grin, advancing forward again. "Your face says everything I need to know."

The breath of a kiss that was planted on the boy's forehead was the last thing that Ryou had expected. The feeling of warm, dark hands lifting his face was almost serene. He was brought nose to nose with the Egyptian body of the spirit that had plagued him for so long. He could smell the other's breath tingling his nose, different from the norm. It couldn't have been a dream world.

Ryou had his eyes closed when lips trailed down from that sensitive place between the eyes toward his waiting mouth. He was used to doing this, sometimes gently, often not. Succumbing quickly to the desires of the one who really controlled him, he parted his lips freely. The tongue that played with his tasted foreign, full of salt and stagnant water.

Bakura slid a large, tanned hand down the front of Ryou's shirt, loosening the tenseness of the boy's knees against his chest. Instead of jumping quickly to action as he was often wont for doing, the tall Egyptian merely let his hand massage the boy's waist above his shirt, deepening the kiss as he pressed Ryou against the wall of stone.

Ryou felt his body tingle as the thief king's cloak fell about him, teasing his skin as it shifted and flowed, a royal garment. The anticipation he had grown accustomed to was as exciting as it was frightening. The kiss was soon broken, and Bakura's lips hovered above Ryou's in a moment of satisfactory, smiling hesitation.

"How was that?" asked the thief, pecking at Ryou's lips alluringly in between breaths. "Is it so much different this way?"

Ryou nodded, just a little. "Kind of..."

Another not-too-fast kiss, a large hand slipping just underneath the hem of Ryou's shirt to play with the pale skin. The boy could feel his heart beating faster, shuddering as Bakura's fingers ran up his spine. The Egyptian moaned eagerly into Ryou's mouth, enjoying how easy it was to control the pink tongue, to make his lips sore and cheeks flush with desire with just a kiss.

"Although you're not supposed to be here," Bakura spoke in a low voice, nibbling on the skin just below Ryou's ear. "I'll consider your presence a real gift, just this once. I may as well get to enjoy this body again, while it lasts..."

The thief king began to suck lightly on the teen's neck. Ryou tilted his head back to give the larger man greater access. After a minute of toying around, Bakura slid his hand neatly down the front of Ryou's pants, resulting in the boy yelping aloud in surprise.

"I see you're enjoying yourself. Those clothes of yours are too constricting. Take them off."

Bakura sat back a little, spreading his legs just enough so that Ryou could see the growing erection through the thin fabric of the Egyptian skirt. Smirking, the thief watched as Ryou began to undress, first working at his old striped shirt.

"You think mine are constricting," Ryou said in a quiet voice, daring to say anything at all. "But yours look too loose."

"Quiet, you," Bakura growled, chuckling. "Just finish what you're doing."

"How does it feel to walk around in a dress?" Ryou smiled sheepishly. Setting his shirt aside and reaching for his zipper without a second thought, he hoped he knew the thief's emotions well enough that he would not offend him. "Must get pretty breezyYY!"

The tall Egyptian lunged forward with a playful scowl, pouncing and knocking Ryou over and flat onto the ground before the teen could manage to unzip his jean pants. He held Ryou's pale arms down with one hand, rendering the boy defenseless as the other hand attacked his abdomen with something that would never have been expected - he was being tickled.

Ryou gasped for breath in a fit of giggles. Squirming, he tried uselessly to push away the larger man. When he managed to squeeze his eyes open just a hint, he found the thief smiling above him. But the tickling was painfully relentless, and Ryou had to cry out despite his laughing, tear-filled eyes, "Stop! Please -- please stop!"

"Not until you promise me something."

"Anything!" Ryou cried. "Haha. Anything, just.. ha ha ha, tell me!"

"ANYthing?"

Bakura leaned down, pecking Ryou on the lips and tickling harder all at once.

"Mmhmm."

"Then tell me 'the great Thief King is master and ruler over all, and I will obey his every word!'"

"Th...haha... The great... Hahaha, I forgot! Stop it, it hu--hurts!"

"Say it! Say, 'the great Thief King."

"The.. Great, haha, Thief King..."

Bakura paused in his tickling, just long enough to crush Ryou's lips with a deep throated kiss. The pale teen could barely hold his breath, feeling lightheaded and sick from the extensive, pleasure-filled pain in his abdomen. He moaned as the stronger man thrust his hips against his own need. Ryou's legs were parted subconsciously, willing to allow the larger man to rest between them.

Too quickly, their lips parted again. Not hesitating to wreak havoc, Bakura said the next part of the phrase.

"'...is master and ruler over all.'"

"I.. is master...," Ryou said exhaustedly, letting out a heavy sigh. He bit his lip when the one who lay atop him began to kiss his neck.

"Say it, or I'll just leave you like this."

Ryou moaned when he felt his other's legs shift position, adding more friction between their bodies. This was slower than usual, and he was enjoying the wait more than he thought he should.

"Hmm... Is master and ruler over all..."

"Good boy," said the Thief King, fingering one of the boy's pink nipples and kissing his shoulder. "Now, what was the last part? You have to remember it on your own."

"But I don't," Ryou frowned. "I can't remember that. You were tickling me, so I forgot--."

Bakura pinched the nipple hard. Ryou cried out, not immune to pain as his other half seemed to forget. Not that this person was his other half exactly. Not like this. It wasn't the same. This one was taller, stronger, darker. His eyes were almost blue. Compared to him, he was merely a strange ghost of a child.

"Oww!"

"No, not 'Oww'. Don't whine like a weakling, even if you are one."

"Then what?! That hurt..."

"Don't raise your voice at me," Bakura growled. "Remember, I am master and ruler over all. I make the rules. You're just mine."

"...Your what?" Ryou asked timidly, shuddering as lips were lowered and pressed against his nipples, sucking on them in a way that was trying hard to be tender, but was not perfect. His stomach twirled like the tongue that swirled across his light skin, teasing the tender flesh.

"My precious host."

Ryou's breath hitched. The thief king had skilled hands, rubbing the throbbing heat between the boy's legs in time with his tongue inside his belly button. Once the teen was mewling and almost breathless, Ryou opened his mouth to speak in a shuddering voice.

"Why don't you call me.. your slave, or some...something more like you to say? I'm not your... your host. Not here, anyway..."

Bakura lifted his head with a frown, muttering almost to himself.

"Thieves don't have slaves or friends. But I still am stuck with you, aren't I?"

"But--."

" up up and take it while I feel like playing nice, stupid host. You talk far too much in this world."

Ryou did not have the words to disagree. Bakura stret his his dark lips over the tip of Ryou's member, suckling and letting his tongue toy with it like tasting candy. His hands played lazily at the base, tempting the boy to arch into his waiting mouth.

It was somewhat unusual for Bakura to take things so slowly, but Ryou was too blissful to care. He did not even mind the stone on his back, the dusty ground scraping his fragile skin.

Too suddenly, the ministrations ended and the dark Egyptian lifted himself up, away from the boy who was desperate for him to continue. His own need was more than apparent, his thin skirt hiding nothing from view. The setting sun made the darkness of night more apparent, more confining because there was little more to the sky than the bright stars and the dim, shining moon that gave them narrow sight as lips locked once more in a chaste, teasing kiss.

"Heheh," chuckled the thief, matched with the not-so-sane but sincere grin he had plastered to his face. "I'd be fucking you faster, but I want you to remember this..."

He whispered as he tapped two fingers on Ryou's lips, prodding them open. The teen knew the drill, sucking on the large fingers. The taste was different, salty like sweat and blood and a metallic twist. Soon enough, the fingers left his mouth and he feis bis body being turned over.

A thought in the back of his mind told him that this might hurt, but the pressure of the hand that was squeezing him gently consumed h Wha What was Bakura planning? He had said that he wanted him to remember this. So now, it was merely a question of HOW the thief king planned on making him remember. "Bak-" Before he could say any more, Ryou felt a large rough hand clamp over his mouth simultaneously with an equally large finger thrusting into him. "Hnn!"

"Hush. Didn't I already tell you not to speak so much?" The thief king grinned wickedly for a moment before the usual, less insane smile reappeared on his lips. "My precious host, does the size of this body startle you?"

Ryou wanted to shout from the sudden intrusion, but found that the hand over his mouth muffled his words. It didn't matter though, the laughter emanating from his other half was enough to tell him that Bakura understood perfectly.

"If I don't prepare you, you might just get hurt," said the Egyptian as he nuzzled the curve of Ryou's back, thrusting the finger deeper inside of the boy. "You won't try talking anymore, will you?"

Ryou shook his head, unable to answer any other way. Content, Bakura released his mouth and used his hand to stroke his own member further to life, continuing to thrust his finger in and out of the pale boy's behind. Ryou bit his bottom lip to try and keep from crying out, instead making soft mewling sounds and gasps.

Soon, the finger was taken out and replaced with something larger. The heat of penetration sent a jolt up Ryou's back, and the larger man only pushed deeper inside. Bakura used an arm to hold the teen in place, preventing wobbling knees and weak limbs from losing their somewhat comfortable position. It was almost too easy for Bakura to hit the place inside Ryou that sent him losing all control.

The intensity of the Egyptian's thrusts combined with the hand that stroked his sex intoxicated the teen, and with eyes welded shut he came with a longwinded cry. Breathing heavily as Bakura released inside of him, the two fell to the side, away from their mess, and onto the hard stone and debris of the arid landscape.

Bakura quickly enfolded Ryou in his large emperor's cape, wrapping his legs around the boy in a possessive manner. He didn't seem too tired, but Ryou was exhausted, and somehow Bakura was actually considering the welfare of his young host. Resorting only to running his dirtied fingers through Ryou's snowy, tangled hair and breathing down his neck from behind, the thief king decided to chuckle and speak once more.

"Wish I could do that moftenften," said Bakura with a playful grin that Ryou could not turn around to see, but he knew it was there. "Even as myself, I still like to be inside your body, little host."

Ryou didn't reply, simply allowing himself to be lulled by the deep voice, the warm breath in his hair. The nights in this world were cold, indeed, and these arms were so warm. His other's hand was caressing his stomach nonchalantly, as though nothing had just transpired between them.

"I have no food for supper, so we're just going to have to sleep for now. The Pharaoh's men won't come after me tonight."

Ryou just snuggled in, not even pretending that he knew what Bakura was muttering about. All he knew was that he was feeling so very tired, and struggled to keep his eyes open in the desert moonlight. The last words he heard the Egyptian speak resembled, "...damn horse...," and, "...need more water..." He smiled lightly as his eyes closed on their own.

The last thing he felt was a hesitant kiss, pressed against his cheek and over the corner of his lips. As he fell to sleep, he did not notice the darkness that fell over him, blotted out the moonlight from the view behind the lids of his eyes, and whispered into his ear.

You're trapped
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Hmmm… hope that enjoenjoyable enough. A chapter 2 could be interesting, but it would probably go in a different direction than what anyone might think. Maybe I’ll write it, anyway?

Ryou: No, no, just let me wake up in my own bedroom where I should be. I think that is the direction you should take…

TKBakura: Pfft, don’t even think about it. I like having my host here to mess with.

Bakura: Not a chance in hell. I’m sending him somewhere far away from the likes of YOU.

TKBakura: WTF? But we’re the same person! Don’t get all jealous on me in that weakling body. There’s a reason why I’m cooler in my original body! Neee, isn’t right, precious host?

Ryou: …^^;;;

Bakura: Damnit, host, I’m cool no matter WHAT body I have! Come here!

Ryou: o_o I’m so confused…

TKBakura: Why are there two of me, anyway?

Bakura: …the more, the better, I say.

TKBakura: Hyahahaha… What a wonderful idea. Let’s reproduce some more.

Bakura: ::grins wickedly at Ryou:: Like I just said, let’s reproduce, host-sama…

Ryou: ^^; ‘Host-sama’ sounds so bad in English…

TKBakura: Then let’s stop talking and start figuring out how to reproduce more of me!

Bakura: Right on!

Ryou: ::^^:: How many times must I remind you, I’m not female!!!

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