The Thief and his Willow

The Thief and his Willow

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Chapter Thirteen: The Thief’s Departure

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“You are so wildly wicked, Jalal. I cannot believe that you were actually able to meet Lord Zorc.”

Cleo sat upon the comfort of her small mattress. She sat twirling at a piece of her long, curly hair, eyeing Jalal with such lust. Jalal was redressing, the evening with Cleo had seemed to fly by. It being nearly midnight, Jalal seemed in no rush to return to Zorc’s domain.

“Not only have I met him,” Jalal smirks, as he finishes buttoning his dressy black shirt, “I’ve been accepted as his loyal attendant, and I even have my own room.”

“Lucky,” Cleo sighs. She stands to her feet, not bothering tying the long, purple robe hanging over her smooth nude body. She walks over to Jalal, wrapping her arms over him. “Mm, so when do I get to meet Zorc?”

Grinning, Jalal takes Cleo’s hips in hand, pushing her further against him. “Never.”

“Aw,” Cleo frowns. She turns flirtatious, allowing her knee to seductively rub over Jalal’s crotch, carefree. “Come on. Can’t you sneak me in, too?”

“There is one possible way,” Jalal moans. Cleo moves her leg swifter, making sure that Jalal would come in his pants.

“And what is that?”

“Well,” Jalal smirks, forcing Cleo’s knee away from his crotch. He pushes a strand of Cleo’s hair from her eyes. “You could always pretend to be a slave.” And with that mentioned, Jalal got a good smack to the head.

Furious, Cleo steps back. “How dare you suggest such a thing!” Cleo goes to dress, grabbing a lovely light orange dress. Stripping off her robe, she puts on the dress without bothering doing her undergarments. “I am no slave.”

“Then you’ll never see Lord Zorc,” Jalal smirks. He finishes dressing with the placement of two black gloves. “The Lord is very mysterious, indeed. I am surprised he accepted me. I am assuming Bakura is no longer his top priority. Perhaps someday, I’ll become just as popular as him.”

“Who? Lord Zorc or Bakura?”

Smirking, Jalal sets his hand firmly on the door handle before slowly turning towards Cleo’s direction. “Why, both, of course.” And with that said, Jalal exits.

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Earlier that same evening, Bakura led Ryou back to their chamber. Just moments before had Bakura found himself wrapped in his willow’s arms. The two had hugged, but only for one particular reason: thanks. Ryou was happy. He knew that, though Bakura had trouble showing it, the thief was beginning to grow warm feelings for him.

Ryou had tried not to, but Bakura’s handsomeness and strength pushed Ryou to the limit. The thief’s strong, natural scent, and his deliciously masculine, dark body could not pull from Ryou’s mind. Thinking of the thief, Ryou always found himself blushing tomato red. And he understood why.

He was falling in love.

The thought frightened him. Upon his arrival, all Ryou could think of was escaping and finding his father. Now, he was trapped between that and finding a place for Bakura in his heart. The thief, though still as obnoxious as ever, was beginning to show a kinder, softer side. Why, when Bakura had claimed to keep Ryou protected from Jalal, Ryou could just feel those silly butterflies fluttering in his stomach, forcing him to ache and feel nauseous.

Yes. He was very afraid.

He follows Bakura into the chamber, and immediately upon entry, he noticed that something had been misplaced. He stares at the empty spot on the floor, a spot where his airbed once lie. He turns to Bakura, showing the confusion, yet also showing a soft sign of distraught. He is answered with Bakura’s witty smirk.

“W--where is my bed?” Ryou then asks, watching as Bakura shuts and locks the door behind them.

Not answering with words, Bakura turns, pointing straight ahead. He was pointing to his bed, it covered in double the covers. Ryou had just noticed the soft red blanket lying on the bed. It he had been sleeping under since his arrival.

Ryou understood.

Shivering, Ryou leans against Bakura’s soft skin as the thief wraps strong arms around him. “Since our fabulous evening one night ago, I figured you wouldn’t mind if we shared a bed from now on.” With a soft moan as Ryou’s feelings towards the idea, Bakura chuckles in his throat. “I knew you wouldn’t mind.”

With a single touch of Bakura’s fingertips to chin, Bakura forces Ryou’s head to turn. Ryou’s cheeks were rosy red, and his lips were quivering. Bakura knew that his darling willow was growing hard and tender. Licking his lips, Bakura brushes them against Ryou’s, there erections both growing by the second. Sadly, a sudden triple knock behind the door interrupts their moment.

Removing his lips from Ryou, Bakura curses under breath. “What!”

The door opens, and a young slave bows. “Sir Bakura, Zorc has asked for your immediate presence.”

“Shit,” Bakura grumbles. He turns to Ryou, his showing of dissatisfaction glimmered in his eyes. But he could not disobey the Lord’s commands. “I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can. Just--hold the thoughts you have running through your mind.”

Blushing, Ryou nods, watching as Bakura swiftly takes off.

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Bakura knocks twice, but loud enough so his master could hear. Zorc’s raged “Enter” welcomes Bakura in. He makes his way across the floor, and quickly bows.

“You’ve summoned me, my master?”

“Ahh, Bakura,” Zorc grunts. There is a moment pause, but shortly Zorc continues. “Yes, now I understand that what I’m about to say is a bit early and sudden, but it is that time of the year again.”

Immediate panic enters Bakura. His head throbs as he dares to keep his head in its bowed position.

“You know of what I speak,” Zorc chuckles. “Yes, is it only once a year I allow you time out in the world? You are to search the outer walls of Kumal, and the two cities of Dire and Hamet for more wondrous slave women for me.”

All of Zorc’s words spoke truth. Once a year, usually during the springtime, Bakura was able to leave Amtine on errand runs and, as he’d like to say, vacation. Though, it wasn’t truly vacation, since he still had to work and bring Zorc foreign women. However, Bakura tended to think of those women as Zorc’s souvenirs purchased from wherever Bakura may go. But how could Bakura go? The time took one or two weeks, and he had Ryou to take care of.

“L-Lord Zorc,” Bakura trembles, “I--I must ask what I--I am to do with Rye. Is she to come with me?”

“Hmm, yes that is a problem, is it not?” Zorc scratches at his chin. Flakes of black make way onto his white claw as he thinks. “ She would definitely slow you down, and I do not want you to be away as more than need be.” Zorc has come up with the solution. “Do not fret about your darling slave, Bakura. I will do much well watching over her while you are away…”

“What!” Bakura stands to his feet. He faces his master with rage. “Lord Zorc, I must take her with me! You do not understand!”

Suddenly, a sharp claw brushes straight past Bakura and into the ground. He shakes, sweating as he turns and stares at the large claw that could of torn him in two.

“Do you not trust your master!” Zorc barks. “She is to stay so not to slow you down! I do not care if you believe me, Bakura. If I find that you have embarked with her at your side, so help me I swear I will tear her right in front of you, limb by limb. Is my order not understood?”

Taking a deep breath, Bakura nods his head, bowing again. “P--perfectly.”

Zorc’s moves his hand back to him, causing particles of the floor to fall beside Bakura. “You are wise to obey, Bakura. That is why I have kept you alive these past many years. But I must admit, I feel a bit disappointed. Do you not trust your master when I say I will not touch your slave?”

“I--I believe you,” Bakura stutters.

And rubbing at his chin, Zorc grunts, unsatisfied. “You lie.”

“No!” Bakura shouts. Suddenly afraid again, he calms his nerves. “I--I mean, I d--do know that y--you will not touch her, my master. B--but…”

Should Bakura spoil his fear? He knew that Zorc understood that he and Jalal were enemies. But Bakura did not know if Zorc saw Jalal’s interest in Ryou. Bakura’s halt in speech, however, had perked Zorc’s interest.

“Tell me, Bakura, what is it that is causing you to not contribute to my orders?” Zorc leans down, his claw pointing straight at Bakura’s heart. “What is it that has you so -- afraid?”

Stiffening, Bakura found that he should tell his master. Otherwise, he knew he would not be able to leave. “M--my master, it is Jalal I fear.”

“Jalal,” Zorc leans back, suddenly amused. “I must tell you, Bakura. I am rather disappointed. How is it that you, a man once the greatest thief known, is afraid of a man such as Jalal?”

“I do not fear him because I feel he is stronger than I,” Bakura said. “I know I am capable of killing him willingly. So no, that is not why I fear him.” Bakura lowers his head further, seeing the amusement in his master’s eyes. “I fear him, for I know that he has had his eye o--on my slave.”

“I -- see,” Zorc was amused, alright. And now, he was even more, now that he knew of why Bakura did not want to leave his slave alone, unattended in the dungeon. Jalal had yet to have the opportunity of going outside Amtine, now that he was in Zorc’s demand. “That is troublesome, Bakura. But I can keep you one promise. If Jalal dare do anything, I will personally see to it that he be disposed of.”

Smiling, Bakura bows lower. “I thank you, my master. A--and I apologize. I will immediately get prepared for departure.”

“See to it that you do,” Zorc cackles. “You may go, Bakura.”

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Bakura enters his chamber to an awaiting, and quite eager Ryou. Ryou sat on the bed, still fully dressed. As Bakura closes and locks the door, he is welcomed by Ryou’s eager arms as the willow runs over and tackles him. Pushed into the door, Bakura cannot help but moan as his lips contact with Ryou’s. To his sadness, he had to pull away, and tell Ryou of the news. “Ryou, we need to talk.” He leads Ryou to the bed, sitting down and having Ryou sit on his lap.

“Ryou,” Bakura begins, “Once a year, Zorc forces me out of Amtine to go slave searching in foreign territory. I am to pack my things, and leave tomorrow.”

“Really?” Ryou smiles. “That’s okay. We can go together.”

“No, we can’t,” Bakura frowns. “Ryou, Zorc has ordered that you stay here so not to slow me down. I…” And straight away, Bakura saw his willow panicking. “I--I am to be gone for a week or more. Last year, I was away for nearly a month.”

“B--but,” Ryou shivers, “B--but I--I don‘t belong to Zorc. I belong to you…”

“I know!” Bakura holds his head in frustration. “I know, Ryou, but I can’t take you with me! If I do, Zorc would discover that I had disobeyed him, and he’d -- he could kill me, Ryou.” He hears his willow sniffling, so Bakura hugs his willow tight. “Listen to me, do not leave the room for anything. Before I leave tomorrow morning, I will ask Hana to have someone bring you some food every day. A--and I can get you something to do. Do you know how to read?”

“O--of course I know how to read,” Ryou replies, causing Bakura to chuckle.

“Of course,” Bakura focuses his eyes on Ryou’s own, them two staring into one another deeply. “I swear I will not be gone for more than three weeks.”

Ryou could not believe his dumb luck. Why did Bakura have to depart? Why now, when Jalal was living just above them? Ryou could not help himself. He allowed his tears to flow, them dripping down his cheeks like tiny fountains. “I--I don’t want to be left without you…”

“I know,” Bakura hugs Ryou. “What have I told you about crying?”

“I--I am sorry,” Ryou sniffs. “I can’t h--help it.”

“Try,” Bakura whispers. “Try.” Bakura then takes a sniff at his willow’s hair. He cringes his nose, and suddenly begins to laugh. “You stink.”

That causes Ryou to cry even more. “What?”

Bakura gets to his feet, dragging Ryou to stand with him. “Come on, I’ll draw you a bath.”

Ryou shakes his head. “Why a--are you so mean?”

Taking both of Ryou’s hands, Bakura smirks deviously. “Would you feel better if I said I was dirty, too?”

Cocking his head to the side, Ryou ponders what Bakura had just meant. “Bakura…”

“Come on,” Bakura smirks. He leads Ryou towards the washroom.

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Delicate suds and moisture meets soft skin as both the thief and his willow press their nude bodies against one another. The warm water underneath them helped in making their erections heat in extreme ecstasy and passion as they kiss. Together, they could feel the tips of their erections touching, and both began to breathe deeply, allowing the soapy scent to please them even further.

Pausing the kiss, Ryou softly whispers his need for Bakura into the thief’s ear. The lust of those words makes Bakura immediately react. He turns Ryou around, having Ryou hold firmly to the side of the round tub. He lifts Ryou’s bottom just halfway out of the water, and ever so gently he, yet still fully wild, Bakura enters.

Both the thief and willow work together, the water underneath them sways with every pounding motion. The two share equal gasps of pleasure, and the steam floating around them makes them sweat faster than usual, though the hot feeling was quite delectable.

As Bakura fastened his pace, he had Ryou rise higher. As doing so, Ryou’s own erection just barely leaned over the tub’s edge, it moist, soapy, and swollen. Ryou needed it -- needed attention. He grabs down to rub at his own erection, the feeling making is entire body shiver as Bakura fucks him from behind.

Minutes passed, and so soon was Ryou ready to explode from the intense amount of passion and goodness. He begins to moan, noticing a hint of white trying to ache its way from his burning tip. “B--Bakura I--I’m going to…”

“Me too,” Bakura groans, feeling his own orgasm growing closer.

The two, then, release equal shouts as both cum together. Bakura fills Ryou’s bottom to the brim as Ryou releases onto the washroom floor. Their bodies tremble like never before as they fall back into the tub, causing water to spill onto the floor. Neither cared as Ryou sat in Bakura’s lap, the thief’s cock still inside him. Sighing happily, Ryou is awarded kisses to his neck as Bakura tastes him, them enjoying a final moment of magic before the days ahead.

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With everything packed, Bakura turns to Ryou, who sat at the edge of the bed. “Well, I must be going. I can’t keep Lord Zorc waiting.” Bakura sets down his bag, and walks over to Ryou. “I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can, Ryou. Just remember to stay in the room.”

Nodding his head, Ryou stands to his feet. “I--I will.” He looks down at the floor, suddenly wishing he could speak of his feelings for Bakura. The night before had been marvelous, but Ryou found it to not be romantic at all. There was nothing but lust, and that is not what he wanted. He looks up at Bakura. “B--Bakura…”

“Hmm…?” Bakura raises a brow. “What is it? Are you going to cry again?”

Ryou shakes his head.

He could do it. He could not say those three words that were irritating him so badly.

He could not say to Bakura: ‘I love you!’

So instead, he forces himself to hug the thief. He needed the hug, and he just hoped Bakura would not push him away.

Bakura did not. He did, in fact, hug back. Though it was brief, the hug seemed thoughtful enough for Ryou, and he smiled knowing that he was satisfied. At least, for the time being.

At that, Bakura takes his bag and brushes at Ryou’s hair. “See you.”

The thief makes his departure, leaving the willow to weep.

-End Chapter Thirteen-

I have midterms next week, so I’ve been studying and studying. That is why this chapter was delayed, but I worked hard on it still, and do hope you all enjoyed it. I hope that when Christmas break starts, I will have time to write at least one chapter a week.