Pharaoh and the Thief

Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Warning: Yaoi, language, etc.
Author’s Note: My sincerest apologies for not updating sooner. I spent my Spring Break in Egypt and I meant to tell you in the last chapter that this one would be delayed, but I forgot. I’m really really sorry. Especially since I don’t have an exciting chapter for you. Anyway, I hope you forgive and enjoy the next installment of Pharaoh and the Thief.

Chapter 11

Bakura lazed on his bed, sighing contentedly. It was late afternoon and Atem had left to take care of some monarchial business, but not before he and Bakura had discussed their respective situations.

Bakura, after much coaxing, had finally told Atem about his past and Kul Elna. How he had hidden in fear and watched his village burn and been plagued with guilt after. In turn, Atem told him about his life as the son of Ra, feeling pressured and lonely. They had talked for a long time and Bakura was amazed about how good it felt and how free he felt afterwards. He had never actually talked about his village before. But then again, he’d never had anyone to talk about it with.

Bakura stretched and got out of bed, figuring he’d been lazy enough and was beginning to feel hungry. He absently rubbed over the stitches in his side and pulled on his robe and wincing a bit as the movement pulled at them.

Just as Bakura was about to leave in search of the kitchens, the door opened, and the priest Seth entered with a tray of food.

“Escaping?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at the thief. Bakura flashed him a grin.

“Maybe.”

Seth shook his head and sat the tray on the dresser. “Atem requested I bring this to you. He’s going to be a bit longer.”

Bakura scowled, but helped himself to the food anyway, spearing an apple with his knife and taking a bite out of it. Seth watched him disapprovingly.

“Your manners are appalling,” he said.

Bakura just nodded, continuing to eat things off the end of his knife. “Pretty much.”

Seth grinned wryly at him. “I will never understand what the Pharaoh sees in you.”

“My charming wit and devilish good looks?” Bakura suggested.

“That must be it,” Seth said with a small smile. Bakura finished eating and downed a glass of wine as Seth became serious. “He really likes you, you know.”

Bakura glanced sideways at him. “Is this the part where you tell me if I hurt him, you’ll tear off my genitals and feed them to rabid jackals?”

“Yes,” Seth replied. “It pretty much is. You must realize what is at stake for him if he gets further involved with you.”

Bakura looked at the floor, seriously taking Seth’s statement into consideration. “Yes. I do. But he’s done a lot for me, and I plan to do right by him.”

Seth seemed satisfied with Bakura’s answer and smiled good naturedly at him. “Atem wants you to meet him in the garden.”

Seth had to smile as the white haired thief visibly perked up at that. He laughed and beckoned to Bakura as he headed out the door. “Come, I’ll show you the way.”

Bakura followed Seth down to the gardens where they waited at the entrance for Atem. Bakura was carefully inspecting his surroundings with a slight expression of awe on his face. He’d never seen more of the palace than the dungeon and his own room, and to put it quite simply, it was breathtaking.

Seth leaned against a pillar and watched the fascinated thief. He had spoken with Atem before he’d gone to fetch Bakura, and the young Pharaoh had ordered a full investigation into the burning Kal Ulna. He’d been very adamant about Seth doing so discreetly.
He was beginning to wonder how much of a hold the thief was beginning to have on the pharaoh. Seth sighed and rubbed his temples. He wanted Atem to be happy. He deserved it after devoting his life so thoroughly to his duties as Pharaoh, but Seth still worried for him. He didn’t want him to get his heart broken from some handsome thief who used him and left. Bakura seemed to be genuine in his feelings towards the pharaoh, but then again, he was a thief.

“You’re brooding,” a voice said with a hint of amusement as Atem came to stand next to the priest. Seth smiled at him.

“Just thinking,” he said, dismissing it. Atem studied him.

“Thank you Seth,” he said.

“For what?” the priest inquired.

“For looking out for me. It means a lot that you worry about me and not just my position,” Atem replied.

Seth smiled, “You’re welcome. Now go find your thief before he gets himself lost and we have to send a search party after him.”

Atem grinned at him and set off into the garden, looking for Bakura who seemed to have been unable to resist and wandered into the expansive gardens himself.

Atem found him inspecting a statue of Osiris amidst a swarm of flowers. He wrapped his arms around the thief’s waist and buried his face in his shoulder. Bakura leaned back into the embrace.

“Enjoying yourself?” Atem mumbled, his chin on Bakura’s shoulder.

“I am now,” Bakura answered, turning in Atem’s arms to meet his lips. Atem smiled and kissed him back, wrapping his arms around Bakura’s shoulders and winding his fingers in his hair.

“Miss me?” he whispered.

“Not at all,” Bakura replied playfully, kissing his way along Atem’s jaw.

“Really?” Atem asked breathily as Bakura’s lips ventured to his neck, and his hands found their way inside Atem’s robes and smoothed across his stomach.

“Could have fooled me,” Atem muttered as Bakura continued to kiss him heatedly. Eventually Atem pulled back, running a thumb over Bakura’s swollen lip. “Come, I’ll show you the garden before it gets dark,” he said with a soft smile, snaking his arm around Bakura’s waist, pleased when the white-haired man did the same to him. He led them into the gardens, whispering stories and tales about the statues and exotic flowers into his lover’s ear.

Soon the sun was going down, coloring the sky orange and red and casting the gardens in shadows. Atem and Bakura had stopped in a particularly secluded part of the garden to watch the sun sink behind the palace wall.

Before long it was dark and there were only the last lingering rays by which Atem noticed the deviant look painted on the thief’s face. He raised his eyebrows questioningly at Bakura who only grinned at him and leaned in for a kiss. Bakura pressed his body against him insistently and slipped his hands under the pharaoh’s robes and pulled them off. A soft moan escaped Atem’s lips as Bakura’s warm mouth teased his shoulders and chest as they both sank to the ground with Bakura straddling Atem’s lap.

Bakura continued to kiss and tease as he pressed Atem back into the ground, reveling in the breathy moans he received for his efforts. Atem began to writhe and his moans became louder as Bakura ran his nimble fingers up and down the pharaoh’s sides and around the hem of his trousers, occasionally dipping inside.

“Bakura,” Atem purred, twisting his fingers in the other man’s soft hair and pulling him up for a kiss. Bakura responded, invading Atem’s mouth possessively. When he pulled back, Atem was left impassioned and flustered. “Please Bakura,” he begged, thrusting his hips wantonly into the other man’s. “Please, I need you.”

Bakura chuckled, looking at the pharaoh laid out flushed and wanting beneath him. He leaned over and flicked his tongue along the curve of Atem’s ear as he hooked his fingers in the other’s waistband and pulled off his trousers.

“I’m going to make you scream,” he whispered huskily.

“Yes,” Atem replied in a voice strangled with lust. “Please.”

Bakura kissed him and slipped three fingers in his mouth. He lavished his neck and shoulders with his tongue while Atem sucked zealously on his fingers. When Bakura pulled them away, Atem whimpered and spread his legs. He noticed Bakura was suddenly without clothing as well.

The thief was on his knees between the pharaoh’s spread legs, simply staring at him with an amused, yet lusty, gaze. Atem spread his legs wider and thrust his hips up slightly. He ran his hands up and down his stomach and looked pleadingly at Bakura.

“Please? I need you. Please fuck me,” he whimpered. Bakura grinned at him.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered as he slid a finger inside. Atem cried out, not quite a scream but close, and thrust back on the intruding finger. Bakura took this as an invitation and worked two more fingers in, angling them to hit Atem’s sweet spot.

Atem arched into the air as he did, keening as Bakura closed his mouth around the head of his straining erection, rubbing his tongue over the slit and tasting precome.

Bakura withdrew and whispered, “Louder, love,” then hit Atem’s prostate again as he swallowed his arousal. This time the pharaoh did scream, writhing on the ground as Bakura repeated his actions, eager to hear Atem’s delicious cries.

“Bakura!” Atem cried suddenly, “Please! I want—I can’t--” his pleads were cut off by another cry of pleasure, but Bakura drew back anyway, running his tongue over his bottom lip.

He withdrew his fingers and lined himself up. “Scream for me baby,” Bakura whispered as he slowly pushed in. Atem groaned in satisfaction as he sheathed himself to the hilt. He leaned down and kissed Atem hungrily, lacing his fingers with the pharaoh’s and pinning his hands above his head. He pulled out, agonizingly slow, and slammed back in. Atem wrapped his legs around the thief, adjusting their angle. Bakura drove in once more, hitting the bundle of nerves he was aiming for.

Atem screamed long and hard as Bakura continuously hit that spot, making him see stars. The thief released one of Atem’s hands and reached between them to grasp the pharaoh’s length and began pumping it steadily. Soon two screams echoed through the garden as both men came in hot spurts.

Atem lay panting and boneless on the ground as Bakura leaned above him, leaving soft kisses up his neck and finally ending with his mouth.

“I love you,” Atem whispered as they pulled apart.

Bakura grinned at him. “Yeah, me too.” He stood up and offered a hand to the pharaoh. “Come on, can’t have your servants finding you naked and satiated in the gardens.”

Atem smiled and accepted the offered hand and was promptly pulled into another kiss. When they pulled apart, both dressed and Bakura wrapped an arm around the pharaoh’s waist, pulling him back to the path that would take them to the palace.

“If you’re good,” Bakura said with a wicked smile, “I’ll give you an encore performance in the bedroom.”

Atem just grinned. “I’m always good,” he reminded the thief. Bakura laughed and pulled him along, both disappearing into the palace.

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Akhenden stood in his chambers and gazed out the window that faced the garden, from where inappropriate noises had previously been issuing from. He watched as two laughing figures appeared in the entryway and walked arm in arm back into the palace. He watched the spot where they had stood long after they had gone, seething with anger.

He could not allow some common thief to have so much control over the pharaoh. The more attached Atem became to his new fuck toy, the further Akhenden was pushed from his presence, and that simply could not be allowed. Something would have to be done about Bakura.