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Lust, Longing, and a Pissed off Kaiba
Mehehehe... finished chapter two while RPing again with my friend. ^___________^
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CHAPTER TWO – LUST, LONGING, AND A PISSED OFF KAIBA
Somehow, Yugi and Ryou had managed to convince Marik not to go running off and telling Kaiba what was going on between the pharaoh and the tomb robber. It was no big secret that the owner of the most successful electronic game company in Japan had always wanted to dominate over Atemu – and not just at Duel Monsters either. Seto had described it best once, not that long after the pharaoh had gotten his own body: he screamed “dominate me” wherever he went. Secretly, Yugi could not help but agree with the boy millionaire, especially looking back at their attempts to make love with one another.
Truth be told, they were both the submissive type when it came to a relationship, and Atemu either did not know it or did not want to accept it.
The short of stature teen was sprawled out on the couch, trying to focus on the lessless babble on the television. After Bakura had stalked off to places unknown, he had officially called their mall trip a bust and had somehow managed to drag his other half back home to the game shop. Atemu had locked himself up in his room right away, muttering something about needing to think. Yugi had done a lot of thinking himself, and had come to a very important conclusion.
His other self was not the man for him.
Oddly enough, the realization did npsetpset him like he thought it would. Everything led back to his previous thought, about the pharaoh being the submissive type. Seeing what they had at the mall just proved it – and who knew what had happened that night Bakura stormed out of the house that had his other self so shocked.
Yugi had started to wonder if his other half had any fantasies about the tomb robber, when Atemu wandered into the room, a tired and aged look on his face. He looked up at him, smiling softly.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Better… kind of…” Atemu replied distantly. He shook his head, before continuing. “I was going to head out for a walk.”
“Okay,” Yugi replied, cheerily. “Just remember to be back in time for dinner.”
“I will,” the pharaoh replied softly, grabbing a light jacket before heading out. Yugi propped himself up on his elbows, watching him leave.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he said once he heard the door close, smiling slightly.
~.oOOo.~
Bakura rammed his hands deeper into his jean pockets, ignoring the soft gust of wind that came from nowhere as he muttered curses under his breath. Damn that pharaoh! He did not know if everything was Atemu’s fault or not, but he usually blamed him for everything, and blaming him for this was not much different. What he had done at the mall… was a bit of an experiment. He wanted to see if what had happened that night when he kissed the pharaoh was just ancidncidence or not. The mall incident proved it as a “not”, however. That urge had come back tenfold, and it took all of his self-restraint not to drag Atemu down the short way to the bathroom and have his way with him… several times.
He kicked at a stone that was foolish enough to be in his path. Dammit, if he saw the damn pharaoh again anytime soon, he did not know what would happen…
~~Oh, for the love of Ra…~~
Looking up from the sidewalk turned out to be a mistake, as the object that currently occupied his thoughts more so than usual was walking down the street, coming from the opposite direction. Atemu looking up at that moment as well, and stopped, a scowl coming to his face. Bakura just smirked, setting aside his jumbled thoughts for now.
“Come back for more, eh?” he asked casually, taking his hands out of his pocket, before hooking his thumbs in each opening. Atemu rolled his eyes, not even bothering to answer him as he started walking again, fully intent on ignoring the tomb robber.
Bakura was not about to let him get away with that, though. As soon as the pharaoh was about to go past him, he reached out, hooking his arm around his. Atemu stopped, pulling away from him roughly.
“Will you stop harassing me?” he demanded, his face twisted up in a scowl again.
“I’m not done with you yet,” Bakura leered, making Atemu back off.
“Please, tomb robber, you never started,” he replied smoothly, starting to walk off again, only to have his arm grabbed once more.
“Never thought I’d hear the word ‘please’ from your mouth,” he sneered. “Did you hurt yourself saying it?”
Atemu glared at him, before turning his glare down at the arm he had looped around his own. “Let go of me, now.”
Bakura smirked. “Give me a reason to.”
“How ‘bout I won’t kill you this time?”
The tomb robber tilted his head to the side, as if he were considering. “Hum… nope, sorry. Not good enough.”
“Tomb robber, if you don’t –”
Atemu cut himself off, letting out a yelp of surprise as Bakura tugged his arm roughly. He stumbled, and before he knew it, the tomb robber had ducked down, resting his shoulder against his midsection before standing up straight, taking Atemu up with him. The pharaoh scoffed, kicking his legs and pounding his fists on Bakura’s back.
“Bakura!” he roared. “Put me down this instant!”
Bakura, however, ignored the squirming sack of pharaoh over his shoulder, taking a look at his surroundings. They were near the park… the nice, quiet park… He headed off in that direction, Atemu’s protests drawing stares from passersby. He had no clue why the hell he was doing this, but he DID need to sort some things out, and considering that the pharaoh was one of those things, it was essential that he was with him.
At least, that was his excuse.
Atemu stopped struggling against him just as they entered the park. Instead, he rested an elbow against Bakura’s back, propping his head up and trying to ignore the fact that his face was just bare inches away from the tomb robber’s rear end. As if catching onto what the pharaoh was trying not to do, Bakura glanced over to the side, observing the rear end that his face was practically pressed against.
“Hum…” he began idly. “Kaiba’s right. You do have a nice ass.”
“What?!” Atemu snapped, pounding his fists against Bakura’s back again. The tomb robber chuckled as he fumed. “What the hell is it peo people thinking I’m some kind of precious meat?”
“It’s the leather,” Bakura replied casually, coming up to a small gathering of trees. A ways away, a group of teenagers and other people were playing, but they were too far away to see them, unless they looked right at the trees.
Perfect.
The tomb robber deposited the pharaoh roughly on the ground again, causing him to stumble and fall over, landing on his rear end with a THUD. Atemu looked up at him indignantly, his jacket half hanging off his shoulders, showing off the tank top he had chosen to wear that day. He brought his legs up close to his chest, as if to protect himself. Bakura looked down at him, a smirk tugging at his lips. The pharaoh looked rather helpless like that, and there was no denying that the look appealed to him, both to his ego… and something else, but he could not tell what that was just yet.
Atemu obviously realized how vulnerable looking his was at that moment, and trto cto cover it up with a glare.
“Tomb robber, I swear, if you don’t let me leave now, I’ll…!”
“You’ll what?” Bakura replied, kneeling down before looming over the pharaoh, making him back up slightly. “Kill me? Send my soul to hell? Sorry; been there, done that, escaped. You need to come up with better threats.”
Atemu grit his teeth, trying to keep away from the tomb robber. No matter how far he backed up, though, Bakura followed him, crawling ever closer on his hands and knees. Soon, he felt his back thud against a tree, and he mentally cursed the fact that he had run out of running room as the tomb robber closed in on him. Bakura crawled over him, forcing him to stretch his legs out, not stopping until they were practically nose-to-nose.
The pharaoh gulped at the very, very BAD position he found himself in. Bakura had a leg on either side of his, the tomb robber’s rear end just inches from resting against his legs. His hands were placed near his, fingers brushing against them softly, ready to grab them if he even thought of struggling.
“Bakura…” he began, trying to sound threatening, but he could not hide the fact that he was scared of what the tomb robber might try and pull off.
“Shhh, pharaoh,” Bakura replied softly. “Shut the fuck up for once and listen. This past week I’ve been trying to figure out what the hell has been happening. Is it lust? Longing? A serious need to get laid? I haven’t been able to figure it out, and ESPECIALLY figure out why it’s directed at you of all people.”
Atemu froze, a bit shocked. So… assuming he was not lying… the tomb robber was having the same trouble he was? He WAS NOT trying to torment him for once? He was at a loss as to how to react to that; not sure if he should be somewhat relieved or not. Then again, there was the position he was in now…
“Wh…what do you plan on doing?” he asked, his voice hushed, almost afraid of the answer to that.
Bakura paused a moment, looking like he was seriously considering, before a slow smirk wormed its way onto his face. He hovered closer to the pharaoh, bare centimeters away from him, looking directly in his eyes, an expectant look on his face.
“How about we see what happens…?” he purred.
Atemu tried to back up further, despite the fact that he knew he was already as far as he could go without going through the tree. Did… Bakura expect him… to kiss him?! No way; this was not happening. He was still at home; maybe he passed out while he was thinking before, though the thought of him dreaming up something like this was not comforting in the least. Still, better a dream than real life, right? Right?
After a moment, Bakura raised an eyebrow. “Not taking the initiative, pharaoh?” he asked. “I’m surprised… or are you just scared?”
Atemu’s glare came at full force for once. “I wouldn’t kiss you, even if –”
He was cut off as Bakura initiated the kiss instead, thudding the pharaoh’s head against the tree slightly from the force. Atemu’s eyes widened in surprise, and he instantly moved to push the tomb robber off of him. Bakura’s hands were faster, however, resting over his in warning; as if to say, either he kept his hands on the ground or he would do that for him. Without his hands to help him, Atemu resorted to other means, starting with not returning the kiss that was forced on him.
Bakura pulled away after a moment, giving him an unreadable look. “Really, pharaoh, you disappoint me,” he said, a slight note of disdain in his voice.
Atemu just glared. “Get. Off. Of. Me. Now.”
Bakura smirked. “No.”
The pharaoh grit his teeth. “Tomb robber, you’re about ready to shred the last of my patience…”
“Oh, really?” he replied. “And then what are you going to do? In case you haven’t realized, I’m on top.”
The tomb robber smirked at the double meaning, which only served to infuriate Atemu more. He tried to push him away again, but Bakura grabbed his wrists tightly enough to bruise, forcing his hands to remain on the ground. The pharaoh yelped at the harshness, and that was when the tomb robber attacked his mouth again, slipping his tongue in before he could close it. Atemu fought back desperately, trying to get him away from him by any means necessary, but this only seemed to encourage Bakura. He let go of one of the pharaoh’s wrists, before quickly wrapping his arm around him tightly, pinning his arms to his sides and bringing him closer at the same time.
Bakura leaned back a little, sitting slightly on the pharaoh’s trapped legs, pulling him back with him. With Atemu’s arms pinned, it left his other hand free to wander wherever it wished. He brought it down, brushing it lightly over the pharaoh’s crotch. Atemu gasped in surprise, giving Bakura the opportunity to pin the tongue he had been warring against. The pharaoh tried to lift his tongue again in defiance, but he pushed it down roughly, a silent command for it to stay put. He familiarized himself with the inside of Atemu’s mouth, his free hand wandering around to slip under his shirt, rubbing soothing circles just above his rear end.
It was a long moment before they pulled away, both of them gasping for air. Atemu whimpered softly, weakly making another attempt to break away, though he did not even try to put much effort into it. He felt so horrible; he did not want this because he would be betraying Yugi, but his body and the little voice in the back of his head – otherwise known as his conscience – were practically craving it. He kept trying to tell himself that this was the TOMB ROBBER, that he COULD NOT have any kind of feelings like that for him. Nothing would listen to him though; it was like whatever happened in the past was not supposed to matter…
“B…Bakura…” he whimpered again, trying to break free again.
“Shhh… pharaoh…” Bakura replied, holding him a little tighter in response to his struggles.
The tomb robber shuffled the two of them over slightly, away from the tree Atemu had been backed up against, before leaning down and setting the pharaoh on the grass gently. He looked down at the pharaoh in his arms; his thoughts so jumbled together, none of them made sense… so he did what he normally did in instances such as these.
Listen to his instincts.
Bakura gave the pharaoh an intense look, making Atemu freeze where he lay. He had never seen that kind of expression on the tomb robber’s face before, and it… enticed him, sending a shiver through him. The tomb robber smirked at his reaction, before reaching down and unzipping what little of his jacket was closed, slipping it off of his shoulders. Atemu bit his lip, wanting so very much to protest against this, but the look in Bakura’s eyes kept him silent. He nodded slightly, as if he approved of his silence, before shifting his position and lying down on top of him, making Atemu’s eyes widen in surprise. He had not been aware of the fact that his body had… responded to Bakura’s actions. When the tomb robber’s trapped erection rubbed against his own, however, it took him everything not to moan aloud. He squeezed his eyes shut and turned his face away instead, trying to get his body to push Bakura off, but it rebelled, refusing to listen to him.
“Pharaoh…”
Atemu shuddered at the soft whisper, opening his eyes, turning his face back up to the tomb robber. His lips where just bare inches away from him again… the penetrating look in his eyes piercing his very soul… The pharaoh took a shuddering breath… afraid of what was going to happen… and afraid he would like it… and afraid of betraying Yugi… and…
Atemu closed the gap between the two of them; letting his eyes slip close as he kissed Bakura softly…
~.oOOo.~
It was not very often that Katsuya Jonouchi managed to grab his boyfriend away from his job long enough for the two of them to have anything that even remotely resembled private time. After all… when your boyfriend was Seto Kaiba, you were lucky to even see him once a week.
Jonouchi could not complain though; it was a miracle they were even together at all, considering how much they used to dislike each other in the past. That was just that, though, the past. Right now, he was happily snuggled next to him, walking along the dirt road in the park… one that passed by a clump of trees up on a hill…
“Is that who I think it is up there?” Seto said suddenly, making the two of them stop their peaceful walk. Jonouchi looked up at him, surprised, before following his gaze up the hill. He caught a familiar glimpse of white hair, and his eyebrows shot up into his hairline. Considering Ryou was too shy to get together with anyone, not to mention making out in public, that could only be…
“Damn, I didn’t know Yami Baka had a girlfriend,” he replied… before his eyes widened as he heard a deep moan… and Bakura WAS NOT the source of it. “Er… make that boyfriend.”
“Humph,” Seto replied, about to start walking off again. “Face it, we’re all…”
He stopped dead, however, his eyes widening somewhat, a strange look Jonouchi had never seen before coming over his face. Frowning, he followed his gaze back up to the clump of trees, where he could just barely see the outline of a familiar head of spiky blonde, black, and raspberry hair…
Uh-oh…
“Seto…” Jonouchi began, tugging on his boyfriend’s trench coat in warning. “Don’t do anything stupid. Remember? Sadistic tomb robber who’d slit your throat in a heartbeat?”
Seto growled under his breath, before looking around, spotting a man in uniform down the path… He smirked, starting off toward the park security officer. No way was he going to let that damn tomb robber get away with laying a finger on Atemu.
The pharaoh was HIS conquest, after all…
~.oOOo.~
Bakura came back down to earth when he heard the shuffling of footsteps coming from behind the two of them. He broke away from the make out session he was more than enjoying, turning around to glare over his shoulder as a part security guard came toward them. Pushing himself away slightly, he turned his attention away from a gasping Atemu, discreetly hiding the results of their kisses with a well-placed arm while giving the guard a powerful glare.
“Do you mind?” he snapped. “We’re busy.”
The officer made a face. “I can see that,” he replied, “but you can’t do something like that in a public place like this. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
Bakura snarled, muttering a curse under his breath before standing up to give the officer his two cents, and hoping he would choke and die on them. Atemu, in the meantime, rolled over onto his side a bit, finally coming to his sense. His face burning in humiliation, he scrambled to his feet, grabbing his jacket and pulling it on as he ran away, ignoring Bakura as he shouted after him. All he could focus on was zipping up his jacket – grateful that it was a little on the long side – and getting back home as fast as his legs could carry him.
There was a bit of a hitch in his plan, however, and it involved a certain young businessman that had come out of nowh blo blocking his path.
“Atemu, are you all right?” Seto asked. Atemu grimaced, put off by the false sincerity in his voice.
“Excuse me, Kaiba,” he snapped irritably, pulling his jacket closer around him, “I don’t have the time or the patience for you right now.”
Atemu moved away before Seto could react, dashing out of the park without a second thought. Kaiba glared at his back, his hands unconsciously tightening into fists.
“I swear, ‘pharaoh’…” he whispered. “You’ll be mine someday… or no one’s at all…”
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CHAPTER TWO – LUST, LONGING, AND A PISSED OFF KAIBA
Somehow, Yugi and Ryou had managed to convince Marik not to go running off and telling Kaiba what was going on between the pharaoh and the tomb robber. It was no big secret that the owner of the most successful electronic game company in Japan had always wanted to dominate over Atemu – and not just at Duel Monsters either. Seto had described it best once, not that long after the pharaoh had gotten his own body: he screamed “dominate me” wherever he went. Secretly, Yugi could not help but agree with the boy millionaire, especially looking back at their attempts to make love with one another.
Truth be told, they were both the submissive type when it came to a relationship, and Atemu either did not know it or did not want to accept it.
The short of stature teen was sprawled out on the couch, trying to focus on the lessless babble on the television. After Bakura had stalked off to places unknown, he had officially called their mall trip a bust and had somehow managed to drag his other half back home to the game shop. Atemu had locked himself up in his room right away, muttering something about needing to think. Yugi had done a lot of thinking himself, and had come to a very important conclusion.
His other self was not the man for him.
Oddly enough, the realization did npsetpset him like he thought it would. Everything led back to his previous thought, about the pharaoh being the submissive type. Seeing what they had at the mall just proved it – and who knew what had happened that night Bakura stormed out of the house that had his other self so shocked.
Yugi had started to wonder if his other half had any fantasies about the tomb robber, when Atemu wandered into the room, a tired and aged look on his face. He looked up at him, smiling softly.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Better… kind of…” Atemu replied distantly. He shook his head, before continuing. “I was going to head out for a walk.”
“Okay,” Yugi replied, cheerily. “Just remember to be back in time for dinner.”
“I will,” the pharaoh replied softly, grabbing a light jacket before heading out. Yugi propped himself up on his elbows, watching him leave.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he said once he heard the door close, smiling slightly.
~.oOOo.~
Bakura rammed his hands deeper into his jean pockets, ignoring the soft gust of wind that came from nowhere as he muttered curses under his breath. Damn that pharaoh! He did not know if everything was Atemu’s fault or not, but he usually blamed him for everything, and blaming him for this was not much different. What he had done at the mall… was a bit of an experiment. He wanted to see if what had happened that night when he kissed the pharaoh was just ancidncidence or not. The mall incident proved it as a “not”, however. That urge had come back tenfold, and it took all of his self-restraint not to drag Atemu down the short way to the bathroom and have his way with him… several times.
He kicked at a stone that was foolish enough to be in his path. Dammit, if he saw the damn pharaoh again anytime soon, he did not know what would happen…
~~Oh, for the love of Ra…~~
Looking up from the sidewalk turned out to be a mistake, as the object that currently occupied his thoughts more so than usual was walking down the street, coming from the opposite direction. Atemu looking up at that moment as well, and stopped, a scowl coming to his face. Bakura just smirked, setting aside his jumbled thoughts for now.
“Come back for more, eh?” he asked casually, taking his hands out of his pocket, before hooking his thumbs in each opening. Atemu rolled his eyes, not even bothering to answer him as he started walking again, fully intent on ignoring the tomb robber.
Bakura was not about to let him get away with that, though. As soon as the pharaoh was about to go past him, he reached out, hooking his arm around his. Atemu stopped, pulling away from him roughly.
“Will you stop harassing me?” he demanded, his face twisted up in a scowl again.
“I’m not done with you yet,” Bakura leered, making Atemu back off.
“Please, tomb robber, you never started,” he replied smoothly, starting to walk off again, only to have his arm grabbed once more.
“Never thought I’d hear the word ‘please’ from your mouth,” he sneered. “Did you hurt yourself saying it?”
Atemu glared at him, before turning his glare down at the arm he had looped around his own. “Let go of me, now.”
Bakura smirked. “Give me a reason to.”
“How ‘bout I won’t kill you this time?”
The tomb robber tilted his head to the side, as if he were considering. “Hum… nope, sorry. Not good enough.”
“Tomb robber, if you don’t –”
Atemu cut himself off, letting out a yelp of surprise as Bakura tugged his arm roughly. He stumbled, and before he knew it, the tomb robber had ducked down, resting his shoulder against his midsection before standing up straight, taking Atemu up with him. The pharaoh scoffed, kicking his legs and pounding his fists on Bakura’s back.
“Bakura!” he roared. “Put me down this instant!”
Bakura, however, ignored the squirming sack of pharaoh over his shoulder, taking a look at his surroundings. They were near the park… the nice, quiet park… He headed off in that direction, Atemu’s protests drawing stares from passersby. He had no clue why the hell he was doing this, but he DID need to sort some things out, and considering that the pharaoh was one of those things, it was essential that he was with him.
At least, that was his excuse.
Atemu stopped struggling against him just as they entered the park. Instead, he rested an elbow against Bakura’s back, propping his head up and trying to ignore the fact that his face was just bare inches away from the tomb robber’s rear end. As if catching onto what the pharaoh was trying not to do, Bakura glanced over to the side, observing the rear end that his face was practically pressed against.
“Hum…” he began idly. “Kaiba’s right. You do have a nice ass.”
“What?!” Atemu snapped, pounding his fists against Bakura’s back again. The tomb robber chuckled as he fumed. “What the hell is it peo people thinking I’m some kind of precious meat?”
“It’s the leather,” Bakura replied casually, coming up to a small gathering of trees. A ways away, a group of teenagers and other people were playing, but they were too far away to see them, unless they looked right at the trees.
Perfect.
The tomb robber deposited the pharaoh roughly on the ground again, causing him to stumble and fall over, landing on his rear end with a THUD. Atemu looked up at him indignantly, his jacket half hanging off his shoulders, showing off the tank top he had chosen to wear that day. He brought his legs up close to his chest, as if to protect himself. Bakura looked down at him, a smirk tugging at his lips. The pharaoh looked rather helpless like that, and there was no denying that the look appealed to him, both to his ego… and something else, but he could not tell what that was just yet.
Atemu obviously realized how vulnerable looking his was at that moment, and trto cto cover it up with a glare.
“Tomb robber, I swear, if you don’t let me leave now, I’ll…!”
“You’ll what?” Bakura replied, kneeling down before looming over the pharaoh, making him back up slightly. “Kill me? Send my soul to hell? Sorry; been there, done that, escaped. You need to come up with better threats.”
Atemu grit his teeth, trying to keep away from the tomb robber. No matter how far he backed up, though, Bakura followed him, crawling ever closer on his hands and knees. Soon, he felt his back thud against a tree, and he mentally cursed the fact that he had run out of running room as the tomb robber closed in on him. Bakura crawled over him, forcing him to stretch his legs out, not stopping until they were practically nose-to-nose.
The pharaoh gulped at the very, very BAD position he found himself in. Bakura had a leg on either side of his, the tomb robber’s rear end just inches from resting against his legs. His hands were placed near his, fingers brushing against them softly, ready to grab them if he even thought of struggling.
“Bakura…” he began, trying to sound threatening, but he could not hide the fact that he was scared of what the tomb robber might try and pull off.
“Shhh, pharaoh,” Bakura replied softly. “Shut the fuck up for once and listen. This past week I’ve been trying to figure out what the hell has been happening. Is it lust? Longing? A serious need to get laid? I haven’t been able to figure it out, and ESPECIALLY figure out why it’s directed at you of all people.”
Atemu froze, a bit shocked. So… assuming he was not lying… the tomb robber was having the same trouble he was? He WAS NOT trying to torment him for once? He was at a loss as to how to react to that; not sure if he should be somewhat relieved or not. Then again, there was the position he was in now…
“Wh…what do you plan on doing?” he asked, his voice hushed, almost afraid of the answer to that.
Bakura paused a moment, looking like he was seriously considering, before a slow smirk wormed its way onto his face. He hovered closer to the pharaoh, bare centimeters away from him, looking directly in his eyes, an expectant look on his face.
“How about we see what happens…?” he purred.
Atemu tried to back up further, despite the fact that he knew he was already as far as he could go without going through the tree. Did… Bakura expect him… to kiss him?! No way; this was not happening. He was still at home; maybe he passed out while he was thinking before, though the thought of him dreaming up something like this was not comforting in the least. Still, better a dream than real life, right? Right?
After a moment, Bakura raised an eyebrow. “Not taking the initiative, pharaoh?” he asked. “I’m surprised… or are you just scared?”
Atemu’s glare came at full force for once. “I wouldn’t kiss you, even if –”
He was cut off as Bakura initiated the kiss instead, thudding the pharaoh’s head against the tree slightly from the force. Atemu’s eyes widened in surprise, and he instantly moved to push the tomb robber off of him. Bakura’s hands were faster, however, resting over his in warning; as if to say, either he kept his hands on the ground or he would do that for him. Without his hands to help him, Atemu resorted to other means, starting with not returning the kiss that was forced on him.
Bakura pulled away after a moment, giving him an unreadable look. “Really, pharaoh, you disappoint me,” he said, a slight note of disdain in his voice.
Atemu just glared. “Get. Off. Of. Me. Now.”
Bakura smirked. “No.”
The pharaoh grit his teeth. “Tomb robber, you’re about ready to shred the last of my patience…”
“Oh, really?” he replied. “And then what are you going to do? In case you haven’t realized, I’m on top.”
The tomb robber smirked at the double meaning, which only served to infuriate Atemu more. He tried to push him away again, but Bakura grabbed his wrists tightly enough to bruise, forcing his hands to remain on the ground. The pharaoh yelped at the harshness, and that was when the tomb robber attacked his mouth again, slipping his tongue in before he could close it. Atemu fought back desperately, trying to get him away from him by any means necessary, but this only seemed to encourage Bakura. He let go of one of the pharaoh’s wrists, before quickly wrapping his arm around him tightly, pinning his arms to his sides and bringing him closer at the same time.
Bakura leaned back a little, sitting slightly on the pharaoh’s trapped legs, pulling him back with him. With Atemu’s arms pinned, it left his other hand free to wander wherever it wished. He brought it down, brushing it lightly over the pharaoh’s crotch. Atemu gasped in surprise, giving Bakura the opportunity to pin the tongue he had been warring against. The pharaoh tried to lift his tongue again in defiance, but he pushed it down roughly, a silent command for it to stay put. He familiarized himself with the inside of Atemu’s mouth, his free hand wandering around to slip under his shirt, rubbing soothing circles just above his rear end.
It was a long moment before they pulled away, both of them gasping for air. Atemu whimpered softly, weakly making another attempt to break away, though he did not even try to put much effort into it. He felt so horrible; he did not want this because he would be betraying Yugi, but his body and the little voice in the back of his head – otherwise known as his conscience – were practically craving it. He kept trying to tell himself that this was the TOMB ROBBER, that he COULD NOT have any kind of feelings like that for him. Nothing would listen to him though; it was like whatever happened in the past was not supposed to matter…
“B…Bakura…” he whimpered again, trying to break free again.
“Shhh… pharaoh…” Bakura replied, holding him a little tighter in response to his struggles.
The tomb robber shuffled the two of them over slightly, away from the tree Atemu had been backed up against, before leaning down and setting the pharaoh on the grass gently. He looked down at the pharaoh in his arms; his thoughts so jumbled together, none of them made sense… so he did what he normally did in instances such as these.
Listen to his instincts.
Bakura gave the pharaoh an intense look, making Atemu freeze where he lay. He had never seen that kind of expression on the tomb robber’s face before, and it… enticed him, sending a shiver through him. The tomb robber smirked at his reaction, before reaching down and unzipping what little of his jacket was closed, slipping it off of his shoulders. Atemu bit his lip, wanting so very much to protest against this, but the look in Bakura’s eyes kept him silent. He nodded slightly, as if he approved of his silence, before shifting his position and lying down on top of him, making Atemu’s eyes widen in surprise. He had not been aware of the fact that his body had… responded to Bakura’s actions. When the tomb robber’s trapped erection rubbed against his own, however, it took him everything not to moan aloud. He squeezed his eyes shut and turned his face away instead, trying to get his body to push Bakura off, but it rebelled, refusing to listen to him.
“Pharaoh…”
Atemu shuddered at the soft whisper, opening his eyes, turning his face back up to the tomb robber. His lips where just bare inches away from him again… the penetrating look in his eyes piercing his very soul… The pharaoh took a shuddering breath… afraid of what was going to happen… and afraid he would like it… and afraid of betraying Yugi… and…
Atemu closed the gap between the two of them; letting his eyes slip close as he kissed Bakura softly…
~.oOOo.~
It was not very often that Katsuya Jonouchi managed to grab his boyfriend away from his job long enough for the two of them to have anything that even remotely resembled private time. After all… when your boyfriend was Seto Kaiba, you were lucky to even see him once a week.
Jonouchi could not complain though; it was a miracle they were even together at all, considering how much they used to dislike each other in the past. That was just that, though, the past. Right now, he was happily snuggled next to him, walking along the dirt road in the park… one that passed by a clump of trees up on a hill…
“Is that who I think it is up there?” Seto said suddenly, making the two of them stop their peaceful walk. Jonouchi looked up at him, surprised, before following his gaze up the hill. He caught a familiar glimpse of white hair, and his eyebrows shot up into his hairline. Considering Ryou was too shy to get together with anyone, not to mention making out in public, that could only be…
“Damn, I didn’t know Yami Baka had a girlfriend,” he replied… before his eyes widened as he heard a deep moan… and Bakura WAS NOT the source of it. “Er… make that boyfriend.”
“Humph,” Seto replied, about to start walking off again. “Face it, we’re all…”
He stopped dead, however, his eyes widening somewhat, a strange look Jonouchi had never seen before coming over his face. Frowning, he followed his gaze back up to the clump of trees, where he could just barely see the outline of a familiar head of spiky blonde, black, and raspberry hair…
Uh-oh…
“Seto…” Jonouchi began, tugging on his boyfriend’s trench coat in warning. “Don’t do anything stupid. Remember? Sadistic tomb robber who’d slit your throat in a heartbeat?”
Seto growled under his breath, before looking around, spotting a man in uniform down the path… He smirked, starting off toward the park security officer. No way was he going to let that damn tomb robber get away with laying a finger on Atemu.
The pharaoh was HIS conquest, after all…
~.oOOo.~
Bakura came back down to earth when he heard the shuffling of footsteps coming from behind the two of them. He broke away from the make out session he was more than enjoying, turning around to glare over his shoulder as a part security guard came toward them. Pushing himself away slightly, he turned his attention away from a gasping Atemu, discreetly hiding the results of their kisses with a well-placed arm while giving the guard a powerful glare.
“Do you mind?” he snapped. “We’re busy.”
The officer made a face. “I can see that,” he replied, “but you can’t do something like that in a public place like this. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
Bakura snarled, muttering a curse under his breath before standing up to give the officer his two cents, and hoping he would choke and die on them. Atemu, in the meantime, rolled over onto his side a bit, finally coming to his sense. His face burning in humiliation, he scrambled to his feet, grabbing his jacket and pulling it on as he ran away, ignoring Bakura as he shouted after him. All he could focus on was zipping up his jacket – grateful that it was a little on the long side – and getting back home as fast as his legs could carry him.
There was a bit of a hitch in his plan, however, and it involved a certain young businessman that had come out of nowh blo blocking his path.
“Atemu, are you all right?” Seto asked. Atemu grimaced, put off by the false sincerity in his voice.
“Excuse me, Kaiba,” he snapped irritably, pulling his jacket closer around him, “I don’t have the time or the patience for you right now.”
Atemu moved away before Seto could react, dashing out of the park without a second thought. Kaiba glared at his back, his hands unconsciously tightening into fists.
“I swear, ‘pharaoh’…” he whispered. “You’ll be mine someday… or no one’s at all…”