Carved in Stone

(Um......yeah.....this is mostly all Malik/Bakura lemon in this chapter.)

Fate?

            David put down his magnifying glass and stretched his arms above his head. Ramose had
left the excavation site to assist David in the transcription process. He sat quietly across from
David looking through a reference book.

“Have you found anything yet, Ramose?”

Ramose slid the book he was reading across the table and pointed to a symbol on the left page.

“I may have found something.”

David looked at the symbol and studied it closely. He grabbed a pencil and a small, wire bound
notebook from his shirt pocket and copied the symbol onto the paper. He promptly compared the
symbol he’d copied to the one in question on the stone carving.

“By the Red Crown of the Delta, I think you may have it here! Excellent work, Ramose. I knew
it this writing looked familiar. When I first saw how these symbols were formed, I got a distinct
impression that they were done by two different individuals: one Egyptian, the other of another
culture. This is amazing, Ramose! My son and his friend must see this!”

Ramose’s eyes got huge and he shook his head from side to side.

“Now is not a very good time to tell him. He and his friend looked rather “occupied” last I saw
of them.”

David bit down on his bottom lip.

“Don’t tell me......I don’t think I want to know.”

“Most likely not......it was rather disturbing.” Ramose recalled as he tried to shake the mental
picture he had in his head.

Both men made a face and quickly went back to work. David cleared his throat.

“Let’s go over what we’ve transliterated so far.”

David flipped his little wire bound notebook back to the beginning and began to read:

“The war was bloody and relentless. All died except the king, his promiscuous wife, his brother
the ass, and the twin sister of his wife. Calling upon the powers of the Annunaki, the king and
the sister fled to Egypt in search of the enigmatic boy pharaoh.”

Ramose crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. He looked at David curiously.

“Are you sure it says the king’s brother was an ass?”

David nodded his head and chuckled.

“I’m positive. It’s possible that it’s a reference that the brother of the king was regarded as a type
of god.”

“Or maybe the king himself carved this, and he didn’t much care for his brother.”

David closed his notebook and started to laugh.

“Interesting observation, but you know as well as I do that it’s a highly unlikely scenario. I have
never in all my life seen any type of ancient document that uses modern insults in the text.”

“It was just a thought.” Ramose snickered.

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            Bakura crawled on top of Malik and straddled his hips. He picked up the bottle of
coconut tanning oil laying on the towel next to Malik and took off the cap. Bakura held the open
bottle up to his nose and took a sniff.

“I love this stuff. It reminds me of our first time together.”

Malik reached up put his hands against Bakura’s stomach. He ran his fingers slowly down the
yami’s tight abs.

“I remember” he smiled as he closed his eyes.

Bakura poured a large amount of the sun-warmed sweet scented oil down the front of the
Egyptian’s bronze chest. He set the bottle aside and ran his fingers lightly down Malik’s oiled
chest.

Malik brought one of his hands off of Bakura’s hip and placed it on top of Bakura’s. The oil
seeping through Bakura’s fingers quickly coated Malik’s fingers.

“Do you remember our little bargain in the alley?” Bakura ask curiously as he rubbed the oil into
Malik’s skin.

“Very clearly, Bakura......I’ll never forget.”

(Battle City Flashback)

“What do I need to do you for in order to receive the Millennium items, Malik?” Bakura ask
curiously as he faced off with Malik in the dark alley.

“It’s quite simple, actually.” Malik grinned evilly.

R“All right, I’m listening” Bakura assured the Egyptian.

“Well first answer me this, how strong around your dueling skills?” Malik questioned the thief
incarnate standing before him.

“They’re extremely strong!” Bakura replied defensively.

“Hn, excellent.” Malik mused to himself.

“You should know I’ve dueled in several shadow games throughout history....surprised?” Bakura
boasted.

Malik shook his head from side to side.

“I’m not,” he stated firmly, “it all makes sense now.”

Bakura crossed his arms and leaned back against the building behind him.

“I’ve returned for the sole purpose of obtaining the seven Millennium Items and the power they
possess, now, Ill ask you once again, what do you want from me?”

“Im going to need you to duel on my behalf, ” Malik’s bracelets clinked together as he pointed
the Millennium rod at Bakura,. “than Ill deliver the items to you.”

“I’ll duel whom ever you want me to, provided I receive my payment once I’m done. But tell
me, just what is it you expect to gain from this battle I duel for you, Malik?”

Malik lowered the Millennium rod. His eyes flickered with revenge, “I told you, I’m a collector,
like you.”

Bakura grinned evilly at Malik’s words.

 “Win the cards I want and the items are yours.” the bleach blond teen continued.

“And?” Bakura chuckled.

Malik crossed his arms and laughed.

“Hop on my bike stranger, we’ll discuss that little detail back on my yacht.”

“Excellent” Bakura purred as he ran his fingers over the Millennium Ring.

(End of flashback)

            Malik unbuttoned Bakura’s tan shorts and wrapped his oiled fingers around Bakura’s
throbbing erection. He slowly stroked the white haired yami’s length and sighed.

“I realize I never came through completely on my end of our bargain, please forgive me?”

Bakura rocked his hips in rhythm with Malik’s motions. His breathing intened aed as Malik’s
hands glided along his weeping shaft. Clear fluid collecting at the tip glistened in the hot
Egyptian sun.

“I know, but it doesn’t matter to me anymore. Besides, you more than made up for it on your
yacht, hikari Ishtar.”

Malik opened his eyes and leaned up, supporting his entire weight with his free hand, and
stroking Bakura’s shaft with the other.

“I did?” he queried his partner.

Bakura licked his lips and laughed as he kissed Malik’ shoulder.

“Do you need me to refresh your memory?” 

Malik hissed as Bakura’s teeth broke through the surface of his flawless skin.

“Yes.......remind me .....Bakura.” he moaned softly as Bakura’s tongue lapped up the small
amount of blood oozing from the infliction.

(Flashback)

“So this is your yacht? Tell me, Malik, where does someone as young as yourself

 get the money for a vessel as lavish as this?” Bakura ask curiously as he stepped off of Malik’s
motorcycle and observed the vessel from the dock.

Malik got off his motorcycle and turned to face his new accomplice, wearing a cocky smile none
the less..

“There is no need for money when one wields a Millennium item, you should know that. But
enough about me, tell me stranger, what is your name?”

Bakura crossed his arms and took a step toward Malik.

“My name is irrelevant. I’m only here for one thing, and it’s not friendly chit-chat.”

“So be it” Malik grumbled under his breath as they boarded the ship.

A man wearing a dark hooded cloak quickly approached them. He dropped to his knees and
bowed his head in respect.

“Master Malik, you’re back already?”

Malik nodded his head and glanced back at his new partner in crime.

“Yes Rishid, but I will be occupied for the next few hours. Make sure nobody- and I repeat
NOBODY steps foot on this vessel until further notice, understand?

The cloaked man nodded his head.

“As you wish, master.”

Malik turned back to Bakura and waved him over.

“Follow me to my sleeping quarters.”

Bakura followed Malik to the lowest level of the ship where the sleeping quarters were located.
Malik opened the door to his room and motioned with his hand.

“Well what are you waiting for, come inside.”

Malik pulled off his riding helmet and set it down on a chair. Bakura casually stepped into the
room and stood in the door way. He looked around the dark room. The only light coming in was
through a small circular window.

Malik closed the door and locked it. He turned back to Bakura and licked his lips.

“So, where do we begin?”

Bakura lowered his eyes and smirked as he slipped off his light blue button up shirt.

“You can begin by getting on ykneeknees, pestilent.” he chuckled evilly.

Malik ran his fingers through his hair and slowly lowered himself down onto his knees in front
of the Spirit of the Ring.

Bakura stood looking down at the young Egyptian with his hands on his hips.

“What’s the hold up? Is there something wrong?”

Malik cracked his knuckles and grunted.

“Nothing is wrong, shut your mouth now.”

Malik quickly unbuttoned Bakura’s light colored jeans and pulled the zipper down.

Bakura smiled wickedly as the Egyptian teen wrapped his lips around his shaft and went to
work. It didn’t take long before Malik had Bakura rock hard and fisting his spiky white hair.

“Gods....Malik......it’s been so long! Oh yeah, take it all the way down, fuck yeah!” Bakura
moaned with lascivious need.

Malik grabbed onto Bakura’s hips and slid his jeans down to his ankles. The tomb robber
grabbed Malik by his hair and yanked him up so that they were face to face. Without saying
anything, Bakura tugged at Malik’s shirt. Malik raised his arms above his head and Bakura
slipped off the shirt, dropping it as he ran his hand over Malik’s taut chest. The white haired
Yami quickly latched onto Malik’s right nipple and teased it with his tongue. At the same time
Malik reached down and stroked Bakura’s length, keeping it at full arousal.

“It’s time for you to pay up on your half of our bargain. Strip down, pestilent. ” Bakura laughed
evilly as he pulled his lips off of Malik’s chest and wiped the drool off his chin with his arm.

(End of flashback)

            Bakura flipped Malik over on the white beach towel and grabbed the bottle of tanning
oil. He tipped the bottle over and dumped an ample amount of the warm oil onto Malik’s
backside. Bakura wrapped his hand around his own erection and slid it down the crack of
Malik’s tight little oiled ass, coating it the the slippery substance. He grabbed Malik’s hips and
slowly pressed himself into Malik’s entrance, causing Malik to moan loudly.

“You may have failed to deliver all of the Millennium items to me, but that’s all in the past.
Much has changed since than, hikari Ishtar.”

Malik barely heard a wordwhatwhat Bakura had just said. He was too busy squeezing handfuls of
sand and moaning with every one of Bakura’s powerful thrusts.

“You....are.....still.....a tight.....fuck, Ish..tar.” Bakura panted as he slammed into the blond.

Malik pushed backwards against Bakura’s thrusts, making sure Bakura hit his prostate with
every stroke.

“Harder!” he managed to scream.

Bakura chuckled as he grabbed Malik by the hair and pounded into him as requested. The thief
reached around and began pumping Malik’s neglected member in rhythm with his thrusts.

Malik cried out as he body neared it’s apex.

“Need to come......faster ‘Kura.....faster! Harder! Ahhhhhhh!”

Bakura felt his own release pooling inside his gut. He slammed himself deep into Malik tight
heat one last time and screamed.

“Me.too....Oh gods, so tight, so hot....MALIK!”

Both Malik’s and Bakura’s screams of passion echoed through the desert as they released their
essence.

Bakura’s knees went weak and he collapsed on top of Malik.

The both laid still for a few minutes to catch their breath.

Bakura pulled out of Malik and turned him over. He leaned over Malik’s sweat and oil

covered body and gently kissed his soft lips.

“You know, Ishtar, we really haven’t changed all that much since the days of Battle City.”

Malik looked curiously into Bakura’s chestnut eyes.

“Yes we have, I mean, neither of us are out for revenge anymore.”

Bakura laughed evilly and tapped Malik’s nose lightly with his finger.

“Or so you assume” he grinned.

Malik rolled his eyes.

“You can’t fool me, Bakura.”

Bakura smiled and kissed Malik’s on the lips.

“I know, but it’s fun to try.”

Malik cuddled up next to Bakura and closed his eyes.

“I’m glad you jumped out in front of my bike that day. You realize I almost ran your crazy ass
over.”

Bakura held Malik close against his skin andckleckled.

“You would have kill Ryou had you not stopped, not me.”

Malik sighed as he relaxed into Bakura’s comforting arms.

“If you could change the past yami Bakura, what would you change?” he ask curiously.

Bakura thought for a minute and started to laugh.

“Try everything. Nothing ever went as planned.”

Malik nodded his head.

“I know, but do you think we would have ever met had you succeeded in taking out the pharaoh
in ancient Egypt?”

Ba kis kissed the top of Malik’s head.

“I can’t answer that, only fate holds the keys to questions like that.”

Malik sighed lightly as he began drifting off to sleep.

“I believe in fate.” he trailed off softly.

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And there’s the lemon I promised ya’ll. I hope it was good enough! *authoress prays* 

I’ll have to go over my screw up’s this weekend.....I pulled out my Battle City DVD’s for this
chappie and now I’m kinda hooked on watching them over and over and over and over.......LOL

Hmmm.......I have a little extra time here, say I respond to a few reviews??

Nightmare: YES!!!! Wandering Duke hands lead to lemons! *wink*

Tani: I hear England doesn’t have the kind of storms we get over here...say we move?? Bring
Diablo too! *grin*

Elle-Fate: In my books it says “ensi” was the Sumerian word for king.....I’m going way back
though...around 3000 B.C.

Reili: sexual,sexual,sexual,sexual,sexual,sexual,sexual,sexual,sexual,sexual,sexual
sexual,sexual,sexual,sexual,sexual,sexual,sexual,sexual,sexual,sexual,sexual,sexual,sexual,
.....hmmm, you’re right!! *giggle*

Kat: I think Yami17;s17;s “thingy” still needs more time to recuperate......*clap clap* LOL

Diablo: OMG! Thank you for the rocken reviews!!! Chocolate, whipped cream, caramel...and a
single Cocoa Puff......*sigh* now that’s heaven........

Okay, my time is up......I have to watch more Battle City;-)

*hugs to you all*