Altered Lives

Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Warnings: Yaoi
Author’s Note: This is the second one shot in the series. I’ve got another written and two written and some ideas for more. Hopefully I’ll be able to update more often now. Thank you very much to everyone who took the time to review the last one.

To See You Again

It had been three years, and the lonely little prince Bakura had pleasured then was Pharaoh now. But even so, he hadn’t changed Bakura noticed as he watched him from the shadows of the balcony.

It was rather coincidental finding him just as he had last time, splayed out on his bed, pleasuring himself. He seemed to have gotten the hang of it in three years time, Bakura mused as he watched him, not failing to notice the growing bulge in his own trousers.

Atem’s father had died only two weeks ago. When Bakura had heard, his first thought had not been one of celebration, but worry. He had worried about Atem. The one night stand he hadn’t seen in three years. The lonely son of his enemy. He’d had countless people since, but the young prince had never left the thief’s mind. After a night of struggling with himself, Bakura had finally decided a visit to the capital was in order.

A small cry of completion filtered through the curtains as Atem finished himself and stood from the bed. Bakura watched him as he rearranged his skirt and cleaned himself up. He was fiddling with the golden jewelry on the table next to the bed when Bakura decided to make his presence known.

He slipped silently into the room and stopped mere inches behind the Pharaoh.

“I see you’ve finally gotten the hang of it,” he murmured in his ear. Atem had whipped around in an instant, a blade in his hand and anger in his eyes. Bakura easily grabbed the hand wielding the knife and pressed the Pharaoh into the table behind him.

Atem’s violet eyes widened when he recognized his assailant, dropping the knife quickly when Bakura released him.

“Bakura?” he whispered in disbelief, reaching out as if to touch his face but then thinking better of it.

The thief flashed a feral grin. “Did you miss me Atem?”

Atem stared at him speechlessly, mouth opening and closing as he sought the right words. Bakura moved closer to him, cupping his face in both hands and brushing his lips over the Pharaoh’s.

“I missed you,” Bakura murmured.

“You left me,” Atem whispered, his voice thick with tears. “You said you’d stay and you left me.”

“I know,” Bakura murmured, kissing Atem softly. “I’m sorry.”

Bakura wiped the few leaked tears from Atem’s face as he kissed him again, running his tongue over Atem’s lips, delighted when he was granted entrance. After three years, he still tasted the same. Sweet and innocent and enticing and seductive. Bakura deepened the kiss, unable to get enough of that taste he had been longing for all that time.

When he pulled away, Atem was flushed and breathless, his fingers clenched in Bakura’s robe. Bakura lowered his hands to hook together around Atem’s waist, holding him loosely.

“How are you doing?” Bakura asked.

“I’m okay,” Atem whispered, as if he was afraid this was only an illusion that would shatter at any moment.

“Good,” Bakura said, letting his hand slide down Atem’s thigh and pull it up over his hip. Atem’s breath caught in his throat as Bakura’s hand switched direction and smoothed up his thigh and under his skirt. Atem pressed himself against Bakura as he felt between his legs.

Atem purred and wrapped his arms around the thief’s neck as Bakura began stroking his erection. He squeezed and ran his thumb over the slit causing Atem to moan Bakura’s name over and over as he was fisted.

“Bakura! I can’t last!” Atem whimpered as he clung desperately to the thief and felt his orgasm nearing. Bakura released him immediately and pushed him back against the bed, quickly climbing on top of him.

Atem already had his legs spread and skirt pulled up, trying desperately to grind his hips into Bakura’s. The thief chuckled softly and held Atem down.

“Eager aren’t we,” he murmured, causing the Pharaoh to blush. He ran his hands down Atem’s chest and hooked his fingers under his skirt to pull it off, caressing his exposed thighs as he did so. Once Atem was naked before him, Bakura stood up and shed his own clothes slowly, enjoying how Atem’s eyes followed his movements eagerly.

When he finished, he climbed back on the bed and settled between Atem’s spread thighs, caressing the inside of them softly. Instead of preparing him as Atem had expected, the thief lowered his head and engulfed Atem’s dripping length in his mouth.

Atem screamed wordlessly and twisted his fingers in the mane of white hair. Bakura bobbed his head up and down, sucking hard on the length and running his tongue along the underside and over the head. Atem was crying and mewling as he squirmed beneath him. Bakura held his hips down to keep him from thrusting into his mouth. He laughed softly, sending vibrations up Atem’s cock which translated through his entire body.

Atem’s toes curled and his leg lifted up to rub against Bakura’s side as Bakura sucked hard before deep-throating him. He came almost instantly, screaming Bakura’s name as the thief swallowed him down.

“Did you like that little trick?” Bakura asked as he kissed the Pharaoh, forcing his tongue into the panting mouth. Atem could do nothing but smile shakily at him and nod. Bakura chuckled and kissed his jaw, nipping playfully.

“Please Bakura, I need you,” Atem purred as Bakura’s tongue traveled down is neck. “Like last time.”

Bakura rubbed his groin against the young Pharaoh’s, feeling him beginning to harden again. He kissed down his chest, teasing the taunt nipples with his teeth.

“Please!” Atem gasped, bucking his hips into Bakura’s. The thief chuckled and spread Atem’s legs, taking the jar he had grabbed from the table next to them. He dipped his fingers in the cream and pressed two into Atem, causing him to arch off the bed with a desperate whine.

“Do you think you can relax this time?” Bakura asked as he stretched him.

“Y-yes!” Atem cried and arched off the bed as Bakura struck his prostate.

The thief chuckled and moved his fingers inside the other man, watching him writhe and pant on the bed until he was begging pitifully as Bakura brushed over his sensitive nerves.

Atem’s body was tense with the pressure of trying to stave off his orgasm; his eyes squeezed shut and his head thrashing. Bakura laughed softly and leaned down to kiss him. The Pharaoh was so lost in the thief’s demanding kiss that he didn’t even notice Bakura’s fingers pulling out of him.

He did notice when the engorged head of Bakura’s cock pressed into him. Bakura groaned, relishing the tight heat encasing him as he thrust all the way in.

“Fuck you feel so good,” Bakura muttered as he waited until Atem’s breathing was back under control. Atem could only moan softly in response as he clung to Bakura and moved back against him, another needy cry escaping his lips. Bakura tangled his fingers in the Pharaoh’s hair as Atem’s legs wrapped around him, forcing him deeper into his body.

“Is that better?” Bakura asked, his warm breath ghosting over Atem’s cheek. Atem couldn’t seem to find words to answer him over the intense feeling of Bakura filling him, so he only nodded and wrapped his arms around Bakura’s neck and pulled him into another kiss.

Electricity was racing through Atem’s body as his cries became louder and his movement more erratic. No matter what he tried doing himself, it never compared to how Bakura made him feel. Nothing did.

Nothing made him hard and flushed with arousal like Bakura did. Nothing made him want to beg, to plead, to give up everything in the world if only he would touch him one more time. Nothing made him feel so complete and wanted as Bakura did.

Bakura used the distraction of the kiss to pull out and slam back into the tight, hot, pliable body beneath him. He continued his deep thrusts as Atem clung to him and let out a choked scream as he climaxed, spilling his seed between their stomachs and digging his fingers into Bakura’s shoulders. The thief growled as Atem’s velvety heat clamped down around him and reached his own climax, spilling his seed deep inside Atem and biting into his shoulder.

They laid there panting before Bakura found the strength to ease Atem’s grip on him and collapse next to him, wincing at the scratches Atem had left across his shoulders. He pulled the younger man into an embrace and rested his chin on Atem’s head and let him bury his face in the thief’s neck.

“Damn,” Bakura muttered. “We need to work on your stamina. Three times in nearly half an hour.”

Atem blushed and buried his face in Bakura’s shoulder, holding on tighter. After several minutes of comfortable silence, Atem propped himself up on his elbows and stared down at the thief.

“Please don’t leave this time,” he whispered in a trembling voice. “Please stay.”

Bakura smiled and pulled Atem back down so he could wrap his arm around the smaller boy. He ran his fingers lightly through his hair and kissed him.

“Don’t worry. I’ll stay.”

Atem smiled, pure and genuine. “You will?”

Bakura nodded. “Until morning, I promise this time.”