Kinky

Undercover

*Lemon Alert* Atem/Bakura get it on

            Yugi pulled on a light blue windbreaker and ran towards the exit of his grandfather’s
game shop.

“I’ll be back later, Gramps! I’m going to meet the gang at the museum! I can’t wait see their new
exhibit on the pyramids in ancient Greece!”

Grampa Motou looked up from the morning newspaper and nodded his head.

“Now that sounds interesting! I read that the Hellinikon pyramid in Greece outdates the Djoser
pyramid in Egypt by 100 years! I’ll have to go see that exhibit for myself a bit later! You have
fun,Yugi, and don’t eat too many hot dogs!” Grampa answered back as Yugi scurried out the
door.

 

            Bakura stood back watching the groups of people entering the and exiting the museum,
his eyes shifting deviously back and forth. He stuffed his hands deeper into the pockets of his
black leather trench coat and groaned.

“I may have an eternity to wait for you, Atem, but I have other business I could be attending to.
What’s the hold up?”

Bakura leaned back against the massive stone column behind him and closed his eyes. As usual,
the former pharaoh was late. Bakura was starting to grow weary of Atem saying ‘Meet me here
at 2:30,’ and than showing up at 3, or even later. Just because the pharaoh’s vessel, little Yugi
Motou, was a world champion Duel Monsters champion, it still wasn’t a good excuse to be late
all of the time. Bakura opened his eyes and pulled his hand out of his pocket. He glanced at his
wristwatch and scowled.

“26 minutes late......bastard. I’ll give him four more minutes to show up, after that Atem may have a
homicide on his hands.”

Three minutes passed.........

Bakura cracked his knuckles and looked around for someone to kill. His adrenalin boiled as he
scanned the proximity for an unfortunate victim. He glanced down at his reflection in the shiny
silver tips on his black boots and growled.

He spotted a young woman in her mid-twenties sitting a nearby bench and licked his lips.

“You’re blood will be on the Pharaoh’s hands.” He smirked evilly as he stepped out from behind
the pillar and started stalking toward the unsuspecting young lady.

“Tomb-Robber!” Atem said firmly as he walked up the museum steps, his trademark tri-colored
hair hidden under the hood of the windbreaker he was wearing.

Bakura turned his attention away from his almost victim and turned to Atem.

“You are so lucky you decided to finally show up.”

Atem lowered his crimson eyes. “You weren’t thinking of doing what I think you were about to
do I hope.”

Bakura held up his hands and grinned *almost* innocently.

“Why Atem, I’m hurt! What makes you think I was up to anything?”

Atem crossed his arms.

“Because I know how volatile you are, Bakura. Now come on, let’s go inside.”

Bakura stuffed his hands into his coat pockets and grinned evilly. “After you, pharaoh........” He
stated Atem’s former title in a semi-mocking way. What Atem was didn’t really matter to him.
All that mattered to him now was getting in Atem’s tight black leather pants.

“The gang will be here in a half hour, so I suggest we make this quick.” Atem said as they
entered the museum.

Bakura rolled his eyes.

“Suit yourself. Follow me, now. I found an area perfect for carrying out this rendezvous.”

Atem secretively followed Bakura down into the basement of the museum where the older
exhibits and the curator’s main office was located. Bakura led him to a now defunct exhibit
containing artifacts on Phoenician gods and goddesses. He showed the former Pharaoh behind a
well-persevered stone statue of the god Mot, Lord of Death.

Atem looked around and nodded at Bakura. “I guess this will suffice.”

The former pharaoh unbuckled his belt and smirked at the thief.

“It doesn’t surprise me that you chose this spot.” Atem chuckled as he glanced over his shoulder
at the statue of the son of Baal.

Bakura unbuttoned his leather trench coat and grinned, “I can pick the lock on the door of the
curator’s office if you’d prefer to do this somewhere more.....private,” suggestively
emphasizing “private.”

Atem shook his head. “This is fine. I highly doubt we’ll be spotted here. But if you moan as loud
as you did last time, they may hear us upstairs.”

Bakura leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms. “Just shut up and get naked. If I don’t
fuck you soon, very bad things may begin to happen”

Atem removed his black sleeveless t-shirt and stood before the thief completely bared. The cool
basement air perked his rosy pink nipples right up.

“Very nice” Bakura smirked as he pulled the pharaoh over to him.

Atem moaned loudly as Bakura wrapped his fingers one by one around his flaccid member. He
was swiftly aroused as the thief stoked his shaft.

“You like that, don’t you?” Bakura winked as he cupped Atem’s cheek in his free hand.

Atem turned his face and nipped at the thief’s thumb, lightly grazing his teeth down Bakura’s
knuckle.

“Do you truly believe that I would be standing here completely naked in the museum basement
if I didn’t? Aww...yeah.....faster Bakura....please.”

Atem reached up and slipped his hand into Bakura’s jacket. He chuckled lightly and nipped at
Bakura’s lower lip.

“Bakura, you’re....uh...not wearing anything under that jacket. That’s hot....”

Bakura smirked mischievously as he sunk down to his knees.

“Saves time” he smirked as he swallowed the pharaoh’s length.

Atem buried his hands in Bakura’s hair and moaned loudly.

“Errr....uhnnn....Bakura......you’re so good at that. You’re such a good little bitch.”

 Bakura teasingly ran his tongue slowly up the pharaoh’s rock solid shaft. He wrapped his hands
around the throbbing muscle and looked up at Atem.

“You shouldn’t talk that way to the person who holds they key to your pain or your pleasure in
the palm of their hand, Atem....and I do mean that quite literally.” Bakura responded, giving
Atem’s length a sharp jerk.

Atem whimpered and thrust his hips forward. “Please Bakura......don’t stop.....”

Bakura stood up and looked down at the shorter pharaoh. He traced a line down the middle of
Atem’s well-defined chest with his finger.

“Please.....touch me, Bakura......I need you....” Atem moaned as he looked up into Bakura’s firey
chocolate eyes.

Bakura bit his lower lip as he gazed down into Atem’s desperate face. His expression was void
of malice, his eyes begging for Bakura to satisfy his need. Bakura’s own shaft twitched with
need as the Pharoah’s counterfeit innocence turned him on. Bakura leaned over and nipped at
Atem’s ear.

“Turn around....and grab something solid.....” Bakura purred.

Atem nodded his head and turned around, placing his hands firmly on the 6-foot tall statue.

Bakura reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a tube of mint flavored lip balm

“This will have to do I guess.”

“Huh?” Atem asked curiously, glancing back at the thief.

“Just hold on a second...this isn’t something I’m used to.” Bakura smirked as he scribbled the lip
balm around on his length.

Atem chuckled lightly as he turned back facing the statue.

Bakura dropped the lip balm on the floor and grabbed the Pharaoh’s hips. He pulled their bodies
together and ground his hips against the pharaoh’s ass.

“I suggest you try to relax, Atem...”

Bakura cleverly slipped his hand between their bodies and positioned his the tip of his arousal
just above Atem’s enrtance.

“You ready?” Bakura asked.

“Yessss......” Atem moaned.

“Are you sure?” Bakura asked mischievously as he pushed forward with his hips just a little.

“I am.....Do it Bakura, please!”

Bakura reached around Atem’s chest and pinched the pharaoh’s perky pink nipple until it was a
deep shade a red.

Atem whimpered as his body shook with raw, animalistic need.

“Curse you, Bakura! Fuck me!”

Bakura grunted as he slammed his lip balm coated hard-on into the Pharaoh.

Atem cried out in pain as Bakura’s forceful intrusion send ripples of pain shooting through his
entire body.

“Oh gods, Bakura....not so...hard......please...” Atem panted as a film of sweat appeared on his
forehead.

 Bakura grinned evilly as he dug his fingers into the Pharaoh’s hips and slammed into him like
he was a rag doll.

Atem bit his tongue in hopes to focus the pain. His legs shook beneath him as Bakura buried his
entire cock in Atem’s thin body.

“You’re....going to......kill me...” Atem panted as he started to adjust to Bakura’s size.

Atem slowly fell to his knees as Bakura pumped into him.

“Uh, uh, uh....Uhhhh....” Atem grunted as Bakura went deep and brushed over his sweet spot.

Bakura reached around Atem and started stroking his hard-on. Atem couldn’t hold back a loud
moan. The duel stimulation was more than he could take. Bakura mercilessly slammed into him
as deep as he could.

Atem’s length twitched inside of Bakura’s firm grasp. His hands slowly slid down the heavy
stone base of the statue and down to the floor. He clawed frantically at the reddish-brown tiles.
His fingernails made a light scraping noise as they dragged across the rough finish.

Bakura held onto Atem’s shoulder as they’re bodies slapped together noisily. He could feel the
former Pharaoh’s pending release building in the throbbing flesh passing through his grasp.

“Bakura, almost there......c’mon.....just a little more...” Atem pleaded desperately as his body
began to seep its first signs of climax.

Bakura swirled his thumb around in the milky-white pre-cum seeping from the slit of Atem’s
shaft. The sticky fluid was just enough to slick down the Pharaoh’s length, making it easier to
stroke the pulsating muscle. Atem threw his head back and screamed as he violently reached his
climax. Bakura growled in the back of his throat as he felt Atem’s tight heat clamp tightly
around his hard cock.

“That’s right, come for me!” Bakura snarled as Atem’s warm seed shot into his hand.

“Oh Bakura....it feels so good, I love it.....don’t let it stop!” Atem begged.

The thief couldn’t hold back his own release any longer. Atem’s cries triggered him into a full-blown orgasm. He grabbed Atem by the hips as he slammed his release deep into the Pharaoh’s
body, than collapsed on top of him.

After catching his breath, Bakura turned Atem around and pressed their lips together. Atem
wrapped his arms around Bakura and held him close as they sealed their rendezvous with a
hungry kiss of appreciation.

“I.....have to get going now.” Atem sighed as he drew back slowly.

Bakura reluctantly crawled off of Atem and sat up.

“I wish you didn’t.”The thief groaned as he reached into his coat pocket.

Atem grabbed his black t-shirt off the floor and slipped it over his head.

“I know, I feel the same, but-”

“-but you don’t want to jeopardize your hikari’s reputation. Yeah, I know. I’ve heard it a
thousand times now. I’m getting extremely tired of hearing it too. What am I to you anyway?
Just a little something to amuse you?” Bakura sarcastically cut in.

Atem zipped up his leather pants and shook his head. “Now Bakura, did you already forget our
agreement going into this? As much as I wish we could go public, there is just no way! I don’t
want us to have to break things off because of this. I can’t deny I have feelings for you, and it
would tear me up to have to do so.”

Bakura turned his head away sharply and huffed.

“I know......it’s just....oh never-fucking-mind.”

Atem bit his lip as he pulled on his boots.

“I’m sorry, Bakura. This is hard for both of us. I despise having to be dishonest and deceive my
friends, but I’m doing it just to be with you.”

Bakura kept his head turned as he stood up and crossed his arms.

Atem grabbed his jacket. He reached into the side pocket and squeezed something in his hand.

“Bakura, listen to me, please.”

Bakura continued to ignore the Pharaoh.

Atem got to his feet and grabbed Bakura’s arm.

“Bakura, will you please look at me? I wish I could change things, but I can’t. Fate has dealt us
both a deck of shit, but we can’t let our circumstances get in the way of our relationship.”

Bakura turned his head slowly and took a deep breath.

“I think it’s all a bunch of bullshit.”

Atem sighed as he leaned his cheek against Bakura’s shoulder. “I think so too. Bakura, I don’t
want you to ever doubt that I want to be with you. I want to give you something to remind you of
that when we are apart. Hold out your hand.”

Bakura held out his hand.

Atem dropped a broad gold ring with a brilliant red ruby set in the center into Bakura’s palm.

Bakura closed his hand around the ring and stared at his balled fist.

“It’s one of the rings I had stolen from your father’s tomb.....why, how-”

Atem wrapped his hand around Bakura’s fist and smiled. “I know it’ll remind you of me."

Bakura slipped the ring onto his right middle finger and spread his fingers. He was just too
shocked for words. He stared at the resplendent red gem in disbelief.

“I’ll call you tomorrow morning, alright? Now I really must go. Yugi’s friends are probably
already waiting upstairs.”

Bakura nodded his head.

Within a flash, Atem was gone. Bakura kissed the ring the Pharaoh had just given him and
buttoned up his trench coat. He pulled himself together and headed upstairs.

            Bakura was reaching for the door to the back exit when he felt a firm hand on his
shoulder. He spun around quickly to see who was behind him. He was surprised when he came
face to face with a pair of dazzling amethyst eyes.

“Malik!” Bakura exclaimed.

Malik smiled as he pulled the thief into a warm embrace.

“I’m so glad I ran into you. I can’t stand another minute of Anzu’s friendship speeches. You
have to get me out of this!”

Bakura cocked his head in amusement.

“Out of what?” He grinned. Poor Malik looked like he was about to crack. Bakura knew he
couldn’t let that happen. He knew what, or a better term would be -who- would show up. If
Malik were too get too upset, Marik would take over. Bakura didn’t happen to be very fond of
Malik’s darker half, so he figured it was probably best to help Malik out.

Malik gnawed nervously at his fingernails.

“Can you come upstairs with me and tell everybody that you need my help doing something?”

“Like what” Bakura asked.

Malik shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

“Uh.....I don’t know, help me think!”

Bakura put his arm around the frustrated blond and grinned. “I’ll help you out, I have an idea.
Come on, let’s go inform the morality squad that your presence is needed elsewhere.”

Malik smiled brightly.

“Thank you so much, Bakura. You don’t know how much I appreciate this.”

Bakura grinned evilly as they walked back to inform the people Malik called his friends that he
would be occupied for a while.

Bakura spotted them infront of an ancient Greek sculpture and slung his arm around Malik.

“Play along now. I promise this will work.”

Malik nodded his head.

“Hey, over here!” Bakura shouted as he waved at Yugi and company.

Yugi, Anzu, Jounouchi, and Honda turned around.

“Hey guys!” Anzu waved back.

Bakura and Malik walked up to meet them.

“We thought you forgot about us!” Yugi chuckled, looking at Malik.

Malik bit his lip.

Bakura pressed his body flush with Malik’s and grinned.

“We actually have a bit of bad news.......Malik forgot that he and I had special plans for this
afternoon, so I’m afraid he won’t be able to join you today.”

“Oh. Okay.....What kind of plans?” Anzu asked.

An evil grin spread across Bakura’s face. Little did Malik know Bakura had a motive for helping
him. Bakura knew exactly what he wanted to do; Get the Pharaoh’s attention.

“You really want to know?” Bakura smirked as he traced his fingertips lightly over Malik’s
exposed midriff.

Anzu nodded her head.

Bakura nipped at Malik's earlobe and winked at the brunette.

“Malik and I are going back to my apartment to fuck for a few hours.”

Malik laughed nervously as he nodded his head. “I kinda forgot, I’m really sorry.”

Bakura slipped his fingers under Malik’s cut off white tank top and grinned directly at Yugi. He
could almost see the Pharaoh fuming behind Yugi’s eyes.

“Well don’t let us intrude on your weirdo sex lives.” Jou said dryly.

“Oh ewe” Anzu gagged as she turned away.

“I guess we’ll catch you later than.” Honda nodded as he nodded for the gang to leave.

“Yeah, later....” Malik smiled, his voice sounding nervous.

Bakura kissed Malik on the cheek as they left in the opposite direction.

“You owe me, Ishtar.” Bakura whispered.

Malik glanced over at Bakura nervously.

“What do I owe you?” He asked.

“Give me a ride back to my place and I’ll tell you when we get there.”

Malik felt obligated to honor Bakura’s request, so they left out the back door and found Malik’s
motorcycle. After a short drive across town, Malik pulled up infront of Bakura’s apartment.

Once they’d stopped, Bakura grinned at Malik.

“I bet you’re curious as to what I expect as payment for me little charade today.”

Malik nodded his head. Her looked a little scared.

Bakura grinned evilly.

“I want you to go down to Verelli’s Pizza and get me a Super-Supreme thick crust pizza, hold
the mushrooms, extra black olives. Got that?”

Malik let out a sigh of relief as he revved up his motorcycle.

“I got it.” He smiled as he let out the clutch.

“Apartment 182, 4^th floor.” Bakura winked at the Egyptian as he walked into the building.

“I’ll be back in a few!” Malik waved as he sped off to buy Bakura a pizza.

Bakura took the elevator up to the 4^th floor and walked down the hall to his apartment.

He tossed his jacket over the arm of the sofa and walked to his bedroom. He slipped on a pair of
shorts and went back into the living-room. He turned on a lamp and sat down to admire his ring
from Atem. He was proud of his little show he had put on at the museum. He couldn’t help but
wonder what the Pharaoh going to tell him in the morning.

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