A Fair Way to Nowhere

Title: A Fair Way to Nowhere

Chapter: (2/?) "Prelude to Dream"

PAIRINGS: Ryou / Bakura / Thief King Bakura (Or any combo of the three, thus far. Those who don't show up in one chapter will be in the next, so don't fret.)

RATING: NC-17, for those who didn't read the first chapter. :P Most of the story is PG, until the completely random yaoi scenes.

SPOILERS: Memory world stuff. If’n you dunno a thing about Thief King Bakura or the mechanics of the memory world in relation to Bakura, then don’t read or be spoiled! Sort of.

SUMMARY: This is the story of what happened to Ryou while everyone else is meandering in the Memory World. A weird mélange of manga AND anime storyline, because there ARE some strange differences. But this will mostly deal with Bakura and his past, and how Ryou relates to it all.

Type: Yaoi, cheap plotline-type stuff, and then a random PWP somewhere in each chapter for your reading pleasure. (Because otherwise, this story is fairly dumb.)

Disclaimer: I don't like Ancient Egypt. Mesopotamia was cooler. If I made the series, the Pharaoh woul the the the Priest-King of Eshnunna (because I like Eshnunna), and the Millenium Items would be embedded with Lapis Lazuli! :) But since I didn't make the series, it's about Egypt instead. ::shrugs:: Not my fault. *lol*

Note: The pairings might get mixed up periodically, depending on who's there at the moment. I mean, this story is not meant to make perfect sense. Heck, the entire Ancient Egypt/Memory World whatever doesn't make too much sense. 3 or 4 Bakuras running around, and a couple Zorks, too. ::sigh:: Haha, well, anyhow - this is chapter two! What in the world is going on with Ryou, anyhow? Was he really sent to the memory world, or is there something else going on? Anyone get new ideas, just email me or write them in the review. No idea is a bad idea, although I think I know what I'm going to write for the next few chapters, now! I promise, this won't be a super-long story. Just a few chapters is all.

Oh, and "***" is talking, and '***' is thinking, because punctuation and grammar counts!
And it seems that my italicized words don't show up online here. ...oh well. It's not that different without them. The * marks around a word means it's supposed to be italicized.


Believe me, reviews make me happy. For every comment, I will give a reply! Here's to my first reviewers ever!:

Shinigami24: Hmmm... TK Bakura in battle city... I'm not sure how that would happen, but he would be pretty neat looking in modern clothes. Something that shows off his long legs... ~.-

EgyptianGoddess: Thanks for so many compliments. Yea, he was OOC, but I didn't feel like making him too angry or vengeful toward Ryou, because he has close connections with him and all. Funny, the manga makes it seem like TK Bakura doesn't know that it's all a game world, but the anime makes him into some mix of modern-ring-spirit-Bakura inside of his good old Thief-king body. ::sigh:: I dunno, but I'm using that version instead, just because it's the memory world and not the real, genuine past. ...Oh, and yea, I am going to explain how Ryou got there in a future chapter, but it will be a stupid explanation! I just make most of this stuff up as I go along. :P

Elle-Fate2x1: Hee, I have a thousand and one pics of him, too! Japanese fanartists are to die for. :D We should exchange pics sometime. The reason why I chose to write this atrocity is because there are simpo Eno English-speaking authors who write about TK Bakura, let alone him paired with anyone! So I figured, why not give it a shot, and throw some other stuff in here, too? :)

trivia-game: ::^^:: You're too kind. I wanted to make Ryou actually TALK, instead of being the type to stare blankly as Bakura was doing stuff to him. I mean, hey, the kid has a brain, too, weak and shy though he may be.

Sai: I'll do my best to update quickly! :D

EvilYaoiFanGirl: Hey, I know you! *lol* Honda/Ryou. Hmm, I like that pairing a lot, too. And Jonouchi/Ryou... It's those underrated ones that are always great. Maybe I'll write a fic about them. Maybe. Then again, I might write some Malik/Rishid stuff, too, which I like and no one else seems to like just because Rishid might not be as pretty as the other characters. But hey, there's lotsa love and devotion between those two... Mwahaha...

crazieanimefan1: Thank you, thank you. I'll do what I can!

YamiRynEnjeru: Hehe, thanks. I don't know, but I think real reproduction is beyond the intentions of this story. ::^^:: Although, maybe more Bakura copies can fly around. There sure are enough of them, in the manga AND the anime storyline (both of which are rather... different... in the final arc).


Now on to the messed up fic!

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"You're trapped"

He dreamt a melange of whispers and broken dolls, running from arms and legs reaching out to him. The background was red, the walls bleeding with the faint echoes of screaming and pain. He ran from the vision, always a dark laughter there to watch him, keep him in check.

"Trapped"

The voice that spoke to him within the dream reached out with a devilish smile and golden arms covered in blood.

He screamed, trying to run away. He could feel hands in his hair, tugging, pulling him backward. He couldn't escape the darkness that collapsed around him. His heart would stop beating if he did not wake up soon.

"Let me go!" he cried out, struggling against the hands that pulled on his white hair, tugged on his flesh. "Let go!"

"No," said the voice in the dream, a hushed whisper and stern tone. "You are mine. I will not let you go."

"What are you?!"

The scenery shifted from blood and moving limbs to a starless black. The hands that held him back were dual colors, one white and pale as his own, stronger and more sinister than he could ever be. The other was a desert gold, the color of the dark peoples of the Egyptian sands.

The familiar stranger laughed. Lips were pressed to his ear that were cold as ice. He stood still, unsure whether he was still asleep or in the living world. He could never be too careful anymore.

"Wake up. You're just dreaming." The voice whispered, brash and deep. "Just open your eyes. It's not THAT hard."

He felt like taking a deep breath. His hands were tingling like they were alive.

"Damnit, you're gonna be lazy when I have work to do?"

"Hnn..." He muttered, still asleep with the gold and white arms behind him. "I can't... Stuck here... trapped..."

He felt a crushing sensation, and opened his eyes. The dream disappeared from his mind like morning mist. The sun had risen, and the boy found himself underneath a heavy, muscular Egyptian body. Opening his eyes wider, he noticed a pair of slate blue eyes were staring at him.

No, not staring. Glaring. Ryou winced, blinking nervously. He remembered just how he got onto the ground and into the man's arms, and he felt the heat rising to his cheeks. His lower back throbbed, reminding him again that he was unused to the size of his other's original body.

"Time for me to get to work," said Bakura nonchalantly, his musty white hair framing his face as he leaned in over Ryou. "I won't have you slowing me down from my days of Pharaoh torture and grave robbing, even if I could make good use of you like this..."

The dark face looming above grinned, a wicked gleam in his eyes. Ryou squirmed, but soon stopped, realizing that his body was still stark naked as he lay beneath the thief and his royal cloak, and he was making the Egyptian chuckle with the friction. Wearing only a loincloth, the thief didn't have to bother with taking it off to make the boy beneath him wriggle with nervousness.

"I I I'm sorry, I..." Ryou stammered, unable to look Bakura in the eyes. "I'm not wearing any clothes..."

Surprised, Bakura lifted himself up off the ground with an amused grin. He pulled Ryou up roughly by the arm, pointing the boy to his scattered-about clothes. He managed to stand and walk a little, despite his pain. He knew he'd felt worse before.

"That's because I screwed you last night, idiot. Just once, too, and you were... 'out like a light', as you say. Gods, you really are stupider when you wake up." Bakura rolled his eyes. He turned to the sunrise and stretched, dusting off his long, dark legs and ruffling the dirt out of his mess of wild hair. "Put those things back on, if you don't want to ride horseback all day and get an ass burn. Your ass should hurt enough without it. ..Not that I care, but I figured I'd have to tell you, or you wouldn't figure it out on your own."

Ryou pouted, picking up his clothes and fitting the pants on again, first. He watched from behind as Bakura pulled out his flask of water, drinking just two large gulps of it before wiping his mouth with the long sleeve of the red cloak. It was almost vulgar, watching the long royal cape worn and used in such a low-class fashion.

'It wouldn't be Bakura any other way,' Ryou thought, watching the muscular Egyptian from behind. He shook his head slightly, trying to wipe the sleep and strange dreams from his eyes. He picked up his shirt, keeping an eye on Bakura as he walked around the rocks to find the horse, which was still tied there from the night before, magically having kept silent all night long.

'Even so, it's like looking at a completely different person... The Bakura I know would have shook me awake, or tried to asphyxiate me with my shirt to make me wake up, then laughed at me... Well, maybe not, but he wouldn't be smiling so much. I don't think I've ever seen him smile so much before...'

"Hurry up, host!" Bakura called out from the other side of the rocks. "I don't have all day! I have a big role in this play, and you're coming with me, because I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do with you otherwise."

Ryou ran up, fixing his shirt into place and smoothing his hair down as best as he could. Bakura had his arms folded as he glared down at the pale teen.

"What, you're not gonna say anything today, huh?" The Egyptian tapped his sandaled foot impatiently, standing with his legs separated and a hand petting the horse's side. "I even let you sleep until the sun rose. Get over here, so I can lift you up. I know you're too small to get on this thing alone."

Ryou walked up to Bakura, a little hesitant to meander too close without permission. His stomach growled, making him recall that he had neither eaten dinner nor breakfast, not even before he woke up in this messed up world the night before.

"I'm a little hungry," Ryou said nervously, yawning. "Can I have some water? Please?"

"...Don't drink it all, now hurry up."

Bakura scowled, opening his water flask and thrusting it over to the smaller boy. Ryou accepted it happily, drinking only a few sips, wishing he could have more.

"You don't even have food for the horse," Ryou said observantly as he handed the flask back to Bakura. "How do you live like this?"

"Peh," Bakura spit to the side, making Ryou wince in disgust. "First of all, you don't know anything about how to live without your *refrigerator*, or that Ramen shop down the street from your apartment. You're not hungry enough to know what 'living like this' is. Don't complain! The horse isn't, and I'm not, so don't you start now!"

"I was just-- Woah!!"

In a whoosh, Bakura grabbed Ryou around the waist, hoisting the boy up onto hor horse. The Egyptian's arms were stronger than Ryou had thought, feeling as though he had been tossed into the air as easily as an apple in hand. Scrambling to keep hold, Ryou ended up straddling the horse and grabbing on to the mane a little too tight. The horse whinnied and danced, but Bakura calmed it easily with a few pats to the face, a hand on it's side.

"You're good with horses," Ryou commented, nervously holding to the horse's neck. "I guess I'm a little scared. I've never been on one before..."
ou wou weren't taught how is all," Bakura said casually, continuing to pet the horse on the side. "I can't ever expect you to know anything about real living, anyway."

Ryou glanced down at the tall Egyptian with wide eyes. He was surprised with the thief's behavior. It was not what he was expecting at all.

'Normally Bakura would have yelled at me or something,' Ryou thought, biting his lower lip as he pondered. 'He wouldn't have even cared that I wasn't taught how to ride. Horses... I thought they had camels in Egypt. Why would he be so good with a horse, anyway? He always told me I was stupid about ancient history.. Oh, I'm so confused. And hungry.'

While Ryou lamented silently, the thief jumped skillfully onto the horse behind the teen, sliding in close so the boy was pressed firmly against his bare chest. Ryou felt his heart skip a beat as Bakura slid an arm tight around his waist. He felt so small, the Egyptian's feet reaching long past his own. He almost felt comfortable, except for the heat of sunrise and the sweat that always seemed to slick the tall man's body.

"Want to see something interesting?" Bakura whispered into Ryou's ear, sending a shiver down the boy's spine. "Take a look around you. The shadows will come alive at my call."

With a twist of his thighs, the horse they were on spurred forward. Caught tight in Bakura's grasp, Ryou tried to keep his eyes open against the sudden gust of wind. He turned his head to watch the shadows of the rising sun against the stones twirl and transform. As though by magic, the black shadows shifted into black horses, and men rode behind in a hurricane. The hooves of the horses landed solidly upon the ground, the cloud of dust amassing at their tails evidence of such a truth.

He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his owns.
s.

Bakura laughed aloud, a wide grin spreading across his scarred face. He yelled out to the men of shadows, as though they were alive to listen.

"We have a meeting with the Pharaoh's men today, in the valley of the Kings!" yelled the thief proudly. "We will give them a fight the Pharaoh and his Priests will never forget!!"

His cheers were met with the silence of the arid landscape, the hard pounding of horses across the sands. Ryou was once again confused, wriggling a little in the vice-like grip of the thief who sat behind him "W "Wh..what are they?" Ryou asked, his voice small against the speed of the wind. "Are they really real?"

Bakura chuckled, laughing to the sky. Throwing the horse around to the left, just to watch Ryou's long white hair fly wildly about him, Bakura leaned in to nuzzle the teen's cheek.

"As 'really real' as you are, pretty little Ryou," Bakura grinned, feeling around a little on Ryou's stomach where he held him close. "My only allies in this world, and they don't even exist in the Pharaoh's memory. In fact, they're real enough right now, but they don't exist at all!"

Bakura sped the horse up, laughing even louder than before. Ryou had to cling on for his life, completely uncertain of the actions of his estranged other half.

"That makes no sense!" Ryou cried out against the wind. "What do you mean?"

The Egyptian grumbled. "Idiot! You would think you were stupid, except you get good marks in that *school* of yours. This obviously isn't the 'real' world, since I already told you that. So what happens in a world that's not re"
"

"...I don't know," Ryou stuttered, a little worried that Bakura's anger might surface if he didn't reply the way Bakura wanted him to. "...Things aren't real, but they can seem real because it's all... not real?"

"An illusion," Bakura explained, keeping his grey-blue eyes focused on the architecture that seemed to rise in the distance. "But you know how much I love playing with people's heads. Especially that damned Pharaoh. His lackeys are no better!"

Ryou had to close his eyes, realizing the ride on the horse was making him feel a little queasy. Unfortunately, closing his eyes didn't help, and listening to Bakura rant about things he really didn't know about made his head spin. He leaned forward uncomfortably, tugging on the hand that held tight to his abdomen.

"Don't shift around so much," Bakura complained. "We're getting to where we need to go, so just sit still."

"I... I don't feel so good..."

"What the fuck are you whining about now?" the thief yelled, tightening his grip where Ryou was trying to loosen it. "Keep it to yourself, or speak up!"

"..My stomach.. Feel kinda light..."

"What?! You shoulda gone to the bathroom before we left!"

Ryou stumbled for words, his head feeling light and his breathing quickening. He suddenly felt like he was falling, but the arm around his waist kept him still. He slumped over on the horse, but Bakura did not waste time stopping for the teenaged boy.

"Damnit, host! What am I supposed to do with you like this?!"

Ryou's eyes were closed tight, his hands clenched like he was in pain. He seemed to be unconscious, asleep as they rode across the arid hills in the pastel shades of the morning. With a flash of light which sent his horse rearing to a sudden halt, the white-haired boy disappeared as strangely as he had appeared in the sands the evening before.

Bakura calmed the horse down kly,kly, the legion of shadow-men paused temporarily behind. The thief looked down at his hands for a moment, then to the sky with a perplexed expression upon his face. His eyebrows were knitted in bewilderment and anger, trying to figure out just what had gone on.

'He probably went back to the real world, where he belongs,' Bakura contemplated with narrowed eyes, setting the horse back to a gallop. He felt cold where the boy had been pressed against his stomach, like the space had just been occupied by a ghost.

'Damn host! Always screwing with my plans, one way or another. ...I wonder where he really went off to. He'd better be okay, or someone's gonna get it...'

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The darkness seemed to enfold his body. It was thick, like trying to breathe in warm oil. Ryou regained awareness only when he felt a cool hand press against his cheek, slender fingers like his own. He leaned in to the touch subconsciously.

The hand that knew him reached back across his neck, entangling itself into the folds of his messy white hair and grasping it tight. With a quick yank, Ryou was forced awake.

"Oww ow ow!" He cried out. He heard a scowling voice and he opened his eyes in the darkness.

"Wake up, host! You have something GOOD to tell me, I expect, so say it!"

"Wha--a what do you mean?!" Ryou quivered, nose to nose with his double in the strange, dark realm. It was unlike any place he had ever been before. Even while trapped in his mind, as he often was, the blackness didn't feel so heavy. It hurt his lungs to breathe. "What should I say? Where am I? Is this someplace different?"

n'tn't be stupid!" Bakura yelled, pulling Ryou to his feet with his pale hand in the boy's hair. It was not the thief king's figure any longer, but the sinister imitation of Ryou who was in his place. The version the boy was used to all along. "I want to know how the hell you got to this world! You were supposed to be left behind. I'm using your body right now! Why are you here?!"

"I don't know anything!" Ryou tried to explain, placing his hands in front of himself defensively. "I I, umm, I just woke up and was laying in the sand, and I saw you, and you were-- you were different, and just now we were riding a horse, and then I felt sick, and--."

Bakura yanked once more on Ryou's hair, then let him go with a huff. Stepping back to run a hand through his own tanglair,air, he glared daggers at the completely befuddled teen. Surely Ryou must have done *something* to get to this world!

"I know, I know, I was watching the whole fucking time after you GOT there," Bakura said, throwing his arms in the air for emphasis. "And I don't know how the FUCK you managed to find your way into my game world here, but I don't WANT you here."

"But I don't know how I GOT there..," Ryou stammered, frustrated. "I mean, here. I mean.. Oh, I 't k't know what's going on at all! One minute I'm asleep and the next minute I wake up and you come in riding on a horse in the middle of a desert, and you're tall and you don't look like you, I mean... like me, I guess... And I figure I'll just have to go along with it, like maybe it's just a silly dream or something. But then..."

"Shut up!" Bakura yelled. "Your whining is annoying! Gods.. Now, if you'd just shut up and listen.. I've been trying to get you out of here, but it seems I can't figure out HOW. And it looked like *I* was growing just a little too fond of you, so I got you off of that damn horse so I could do my business and kick the asses of the pharaoh's minions without YOU getting in the way. But how the heck am I going to get you out of here for good?"

Ryou stood silent for a moment. Bakura turned around, becoming almost contemplative as he spoke to himself different possible ways to send Ryou back to the real world where he belonged -- or at least, back to the prison of his own mind, where Bakura preferred him, knowing he would not foil his plans or get in trouble where he could keep an eye on the ever-bewildered teen.

The pale boy walked forward carefully, eyes wide and curious.

"B..Bakura?" He asked his double warily, trying to gain his attention. "You mean you don't know how I got here at all?"

"Didn't I just say that?!" Bakura snapped. "Just... go sit down and try pretending you're not here."

"...You said this was a game world, but the other you, the one I was just with a minute ago, you said it was a memory world. Which one is it? It makes no sense to me."

"It's both." Bakura answered truthfully, though in a stern voice. "It's based on the pharaoh's memories. You were there at the Domino museum, and that stupid fatso BABABA or something sensed me and judged you as 'unacceptable' to enter that damned pharaoh's memoriee hee he. You were crying like a baby, because your *friends* were able to in without you. Now they're just pawns in my game!"

"Don't say such mean things about them," Ryou frowned, shaking his head. "What did you do with my friends?!"

"They're NOT your friends!" Bakura yelled back, facing Ryou with fire in his eyes. "But they don't matter now. All that matters is getting you back where you're supposed to be--."

"I want to know what you did to them! Thatteatter more!"

Bakura walked up to Ryou, who stepped back nervously. The teen's face fell when his dark double pressed him against an unseen wall, blending in with the blackness of the strange realm. Bakura lifted Ryou's chin, narrowing his brown eyes at the nerve-wrecked boy.

"*You* are what matters, because I say so." The voice was steady and deeply angered, but somewhat protective all the same. "Until I can find out how to get you out of this game of mine, you're going to stay put here in this place."

"..What place is this?" Ryou asked timidly, turning away his face from Bakura's. "It's so dark... it's hard to breathe. I've never been here before.."

"It's better than being down there in the game, where you would not just die, but be sealed away in the darkness here forever. Once I win this game, we can go back together; If you don't get out of here sooner, that is."

"Well, I really don't want to be sealed away forever..."

"No you DON'T, idiot," Bakura rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms tight around Ryou's waist and bringing their eyes together with a glare. "Take my personal advice when I say you don't want to be sealed away forever. I'd hate to have my stupid host have to become just like me. Hahaha.."

"...Umm... can I ask you a question...?" Ryou said shyly, nervous at Bakura's crazed glance. "How is it that you are controlling the pharaoh's memories? Were you really there, back when he was alive, just like that? Or is this just your make-believe place and Yugi… I mean, the Pharaoh Yugi… doesn’t remember?"

Bakura sighed. Now Ryou was asking dumb things, instead of trying to find out how to leave this world. He realized he'd better explain something, or risk hearing his host complain again, or God forbid, ask him another question!

"Stupid host, this is the world of the Pharaoh's memories, but it's also under my control. In a way. Do you think I'd let myself go back to his past and NOT be able to control myself? I'm a master of dark games--."

'That's why you haven't ever won any *important* battles, right?' Ryou thought, listening to Bakura continue to speak.

"Everything in that world is based on the truth of the Pharaoh's memories, but because I have control of it, I have made it into a Dark Game. I have... other plans for this game, but those you do not have to know about."

"I sort of get it..." Ryou lied, trying to sound like he'd been catching on to what his yami was saying. Bakura knew Ryou well enough to know the boy had little to no idea what he was talking about. Bakura preferred it that way, but it was still somewhat of an annoyance.

"Remember that time when you had just met Yugi and his idiot friends? And then I trapped them all inside of your favorite RPG board?"

"Including me.."

"Yes, including you, because I wanted you to have a part of the FUN," Bakura grinned wickedly, bringing his lips close against Ryou's in a playful manner. "But now, you're too essential to me. This world is just like that world, except larger, more grandscale! You even helped me make it possible!"

"What do you mean?!"

"This 'memory world' game is only the same tabletop setup as I had you lay out in detail in your father's museum," Bakura chuckled. "The Valley of Kings. The Capital. The towns, with all those little villagers. The desert and the shrines!"

"Oh no.." Ryou's eyes widened. He wanted to back away, but was still held tight against the wall. "You aren't using that for a dark game, are you? Not with all my friends. Not again..."

"It's a setup of the real past, host!" Bakura laughed. "You should appreciate its 'historic value', as your boring father would say. You made it real for me, and now all your friends are stuck there, waiting for their chance to die! But you, pretty host, will stay right here until I can bring you back where you will be safe--."

"No, no this can't be.."

Bakura pressed his lips hard against Ryou's, crushing the boy's mouth with a kiss to keep him quiet. After a minute, Ryou was left gasping for air in the place where air felt like oil.

"Don't tempt me to stay here longer than I need to," Bakura whispered. "With all the stress I'm under, controlling a dark game and reliving the *hateful* past, trying to be in a thousand places at once and YOU, of all people, should understand how hard it is for me to wreak revenge... I might take advantage of you being here, even if you shouldn't be.."

"Don't, plea--."

Another bruising kiss left Ryou's lungs devoid of air. He felt lightheaded at the lack of oxygen, Bakura's superior strength the only thing keeping him from falling to the floor. The tongue merely tested his own, sucking hard on the boy's mouth and drawing Ryou to moan a little as his tongue was pulled between his other's skilled lips.

This, he was used to. Sudden kisses, no matter how angry his other half was. Completely took his breath away. But Bakura was not one to linger, unlike his Egyptian self who was prone to prolonging every moment. As soon as the kiss was over, Bakura reached his hand between Ryou's legs, gripping the zipper to his blue jeans.

"Get these off, "
"

It was an order, but Bakura was the one to unzip the zipper. Ryou merely slid out of his pants, used to such behavior with the dark spirit on a normal basis. He could only recall, however, how merely minutes before, he had awoken in the Egyptian's arms and had to put the same pair of pants on so he could go riding.

'I wonder what he's doing now..' Ryou thought, glancing over to Bakura, who merely unzipped his own jeans and proved for sure to Ryou that there was something hugely different about this Bakura and the tall, handsome and rugged Egyptian he had been with all last night. His face was red with such thoughts, and he had to glance away.

He blushed as his yami stood before him, grasped tight to his shoulders and pushed him down roughly onto his knees facing forward. He knew just what Bakura had in mind, and he was just as embarrassed to be in this position this time as he had been the first time (aside from his immense fear and confusion, of course, but that's a different story).

Bakura grasped onto the top of Ryou's head of white hair, tipping the teen's face a little upward. Ryou pouted, turning his eyes up to look at his wickedly grinning yami. He would have appeared angelic, completely innocent with pinked cheeks and wide brown eyes, except that he was kneeling before his free-hanging twin, mouth gaping just slightly in a way that was alluring to the standing demon. Bakura's eyes were gleaming.

"Do it," Bakura stated, a simple order with a stern voice that promised pain if Ryou didn't cooperate. Bakura lifted his limp member to the teen's parted lips. He didn't want to wait too long to get pleasure from the boy, because frankly, he had an important job to get back to, even if there was technically another version of him already there to do it.

Complying with only a little hesitation, Ryou closed his eyes and opened his mouth. The softness of the familiar flesh felt unpleasant against his tongue, no matter how many times he did this. He took it in as far as he could manage without choking, sucking it in and out in a slow, uncertain manner.

Bakura was eager to help it along, fingering his own balls and thrusting firmly past Ryou's lips. The teen had to fight the gagging sensation, but it only seemed to invigorate the spirit even more, making him grow harder by the moment.

"That's it," Bakura cooed, his voice deeper and more subdued, though no less devilish than before. He thrust deeper inside of Ryou's mouth, smooth and controlled motions. "Suck it harder, host. Hihihehehe... Hmm, you hesitate too much. Harder."

The pale teen felt a hand grip the back of his head, tugging him forward so he took the entire member into his mouth. He coughed instinctively, causing his throat to constrict and contented groans to come from Bakura above. Despite himself, he found that the posture made him warm with desire, and had to fight to keep his hands away from his own awakening need. Bakura noticed the boycomfcomfortable discomfort, a smirk cascading across his face as he thought of ways to tempt his light side even more.

As Bakura took complete control, the dark spirit kicked off his left shoe, leaving his foot covered only in a neat white stocking (Ryou's sock color of choice, naturally). With the grace of a cat, Bakura managed to slide his stockinged foot up between his kneeling hikari's legs, toying with Ryou's sex and causing the teen to moan responsively.

Ryou tried to knock the persistent foot away, but only managed to knock up against his member in the process. The yami's toes jabbed up against the base of the boy's cock, sending jolts up inside of his body. It was a laughable image from a distance, two almost-twins with one on the ground and the other doing one-leg acrobatics while pleasuring himself inside of the first's mouth. Nonetheless, Bakura chuckled as Ryou was caught between one act and another, moaning at the battle between his hands and the spirit's foot, and the hot member that now was dripping and ready between his soft lips.

"Fuck, host... Mmm, you can't even figure out.. how to do two things at once?" Bakura shook his head, finally releasing Ryou's hair from his grasp and stepping just out of reach of the boy. Ryou could taste the warm seed still on his tongue, mixed with his own saliva and ready to be released fully. Bakura grasped Ryou's chin tipping the teen's head upward, the boy gazing back with hazy eyes.

"Stand up."

Ryou tried to stand, but found his knees were wobbly. He fell back down with a soft cry.

"Help me--."

"Damnit! You're such a weakling."

Bakura lifted Ryou up under the arms, turning the boy around so his face was pressed against the invisible wall in the darkness. The spirit spread Ryou's legs, holding the teen up with an arm around the waist and a hand pressed against the wall. Ryou recalled the ease with which the Egyptian thief, in his original form, was able to lift him from the ground to the top of the horse, and the hand that held him upright when the thief was making jelly and butterflies of his insides merely hours before...

Lips pressed against his neck, teeth biting down hard into his sensitive flesh. Bakura's way of saying 'you're mine,' and giving him a reason to cover himself from head to toe when going to school every day. He cried out in shock of pain, just before he felt the yami's large sex press heartlessly inside of him from behind. There was rarely much preparation, and it still made him cringe as his tight opening engulfed the needy member of his darker half as deep as it could go.

"Ryou..."

It was one of those rare moments when Bakura actually called Ryou by his name, but the boy was too shocked to notice. Bakura was used to being insif hif him, and knew exactly how to strike and make the teen melt with pleasure. Ryou did his best to relax, and Bakura gave him mere seconds of breathing space to prepare.

Tilting his head back willingly at an awkward angle, Ryou succumbed to another kiss. Bakura thrust in and out, a little slowly at first. He took the boy's hand inside of his own, bringing it down between Ryou's legs to the teen's own engorged need. Entwined fingers twisted around Ryou's member, pumping it to the rhythm of Bakura's thrusts from behind.

The kiss separated and became nips, nibbles and pants, beads of sweat forming on Ryou's back, underneath his shirt where Bakura was curled against him, on his neck where he could feel the demon breathing harder and harder.

He gave way instantaneously, his body convulsing as the spirit pounded into him, making him scream in pleasure whenever the thrusts reached that perfect angle and softest spot. Their twisted fingers, tugging at his own member, were soon coated in his sticky fluid. Bakura made sure to thrust a few extra times before releasing himself inside of the teen, biting down hard on Ryou's neck to keep from crying out, still managing to mewl once or twice despite himself.

Ryou was exhausted. His uncertain sleeping pattern mixed with the heavy air of this dismal, in-between realm was getting to him; his partner’s warm breath still purred against his lips, making him feel weak and disoriented. Bakura would normally not hesitate to take him again, and again if he wanted, but this time he allowed Ryou to slump to the floor in his arms. He tilted the boy back, kissing him quickly on thes.
s.

"You're a hassle, you know that?" Bakura muttered, amused with the unusual situation as he massaged the boy’s thighs. "Hm, even if you weren’t my host, you’d still be good for this… But since you are, and I guess that matters… I'm getting you out of here, because I can't afford to have you die on me in this place--."

"...I thought,” Ryou panted lightly, still breathless from the sudden encounter. “…You'd rather be rid of me.."

Bakura glanced away, sneering. His pale cheeks were still flush, and it reminded Ryou of a pouting child. Unfortunately, it must have reminded him of himself.

"Shut up. All I need now is--."

The two white-haired boys stopped abruptly. The darkness had begun to shift around them, the distant sound of whispers in an echoing, empty room. The whispers were indecipherable, fading in and out of sound.

"What is it?" Ryou asked, only to have a hand clamped over his mouth.

"Quiet, something's here," Bakura said nervously, unusually tense. His expression turned to anger from uncertainty, the fear of the unknown. The whispers became louder, then softer again. They ebbed, like water on the shoreline. "I don't like it. This is my world, MY dark place, and I don't fucking LIKE hearing voices!!"

Bakura stood up, letting Ryou set alone on the ground. He casually zipped his pants back up as though he hadn't just screwed his more innocent host, yelling angrily into the darkness, challenging the whispers to stand up to him.

"Stop hiding and come out where I can see you!!" Bakura yelled, tossing his fists into the air with a vengeance.

Ryou managed to put his pants back on slowly, trying not to make too much noise (unlike Bakura, who strived to make himself obvious when threatening his enemies). He glanced around, suddenly recalling his dream from that morning, not more than an hour or two ago when he had awoken with the Thief King in the world of the pharaoh's memories, so it seemed. His eyes widened as the voice became clearer, more persistent.

"..ra...ed...tra..ed..."

"Come on, Ryou," Bakura said, taking hold of Ryou's hand in a protective stance. "Time to leave this realm, NOW."

Ryou tugged back, frightened in place.

"Wait, what's that?!"

The walls of the dark realm became visible, because a dark crimson was seeping through barriers of nothing and flowing down like a river of broken capillaries. Blood tapped against Ryou's shoes.

"..rapped... trapped..."

Both sets of eyes went wide, Ryou's from recognition of his nightmare, still fresh in his memory. Bakura shook, grabbing on to Ryou's arm and yelling at him.

"Let's GO, NOW! Get OVER here!! You can't just sit here--."

Ryou tried to move, but found himself held tight by his other arm. He turned his head to see who was holding his other arm so tight when there was no one else there.

As soon as he turned his head, he felt Bakura's vice-like grip on his arm fade away like vapor. He swore he heard the dark spirit yell out to him, but it was too late to turn back around now.

He found himself looking into the eyes of a small, dark child, who looked straight through him. The child's eyes were smiling, and his hands reached forward to nothing. There was no hand on his arm, no bloody walls. The scenery had shifted once again, and this time he was in a run-down looking town.

He heard the voice whisper once again in the back of his mind.

"Trapped."

And then it stopped. The boy smiled at the sky, wiping the dirt from his face as he played with his friends. His eyes were a pale blue-grey, and his hair a dirty white.

No one seemed to notice Ryou standing there, staring, wondering what in the world was going on.

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END part 2! Stay tuned for the next chapter, where Bakura might converse with Bakura (!!) and go on a search for Ryou. Ryou will find out just where he is, but is he still within the boundaries of the memory world, or in a closely linked realm? Who am I kidding?! It's just a cheezy fanfic! There's gotta be a link somewhere. Ryou will find out something tragic about Bakura that he had never known before (which isn't surprising, since Bakura's the king of secrets, I'm sure). But will it be the end of Ryou's adventures in memory-land? These questions revealed, and MORE, if you actually care to read chapter 3 when I have it set up...

Never fear. There will be more Ryou/Thief King Bakura stuff in the future. In fact, there might be some triple-play, too.
Gosh, I wonder if I've scared my 7 or 8 readers away with this chapter alone. I promise the next one will make more sense! This story was originally never intended to last more than one little scene...

...Although, I find that I rather like writing this story. Dumb plot, plot, plot, random PWP, sudden plot! It makes me laugh. Heh. Yes, I fully intend on writing some random pwp thingie in each chapter, just for kicks. This chapter was Bakura/Ryou, and the scene was just so random that I had to giggle when reading it over for the final time. J

Oh, and the reference to "stupid fatso BABABA" is Bobasa. I know his name. I just figure Bakura doesn't give a damn about him. He doesn't give a damn about many things. He barely cares about Ryou, except that it's his host and he doesn't want to see him hurt, really. Really!

Bakura: Really, shut up. You're beginning to annoy me.

Ryou: Maybe if she shut up, she'd stop writing dirty stories about us that make no sense.

TK Bakura: They make sense, to her! She knows what's going on, I THINK.

Ryou: ...What a novel idea. Point taken.

TK Bakura: Quite right. ::sips a cup of Earl Grey tea, basking in his poor ability to ate ate a common British accent::

Ryou: ::giggles and thinks TK Bakura is amusing::

Bakura: WTF is with you two?!! Stop being so weird!! Damnit, host, snap out of it!

Ryou: o_o But... Bakura, you don't understand... he's doing cute accents... ::is enthralled::

TK Bakura: ::sticks out his tongue at Bakura:: I win. Hoorah and all that.

Bakura: x_x I'm gonna go DIE now... See yol lal later... ::disappears into the Sennen Ring::

Ryou: ;_; Aaw… I wanted to hear him impersonate a cowboy...

TK Bakura: ...Let's get going on that 'reproduction' thingie we were talking about last time... ::wiggles eyebrows suggestively::

Ryou: ::blush:: I... still don't think that'll work...


END, for the love of God, I'm ending this story right now!!! :)