As In Mine

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A camp, a whole village in the middle of the scorching desert. Who could not be impressed? Even Bakura was, every time he came here again. It was his second home, although he wasn’t here too often, his black market to sell the things he stole, the people were like family to him. He did understand that Malik was impressed, though, too, and mightily so. Instead of other villages, this one was neither sand colored, nor in any way timid and pliant to fit in with its surroundings as usual villages usually did.


No houses of stone stood here, like in the larger towns, and no huts that had been made from mud and dried in the scorching sunlight. Water was much too precious out here to use it for wet sand and was used to drink and cook only. Many tents stood in random patterns around a wide, circular place that hosted a large fire place, the embers glowing idly even at day. Orange, purple, blue, yellow, green…all kinds of colors used for the tent planes, looking more like colorful things a child may play with. The village seemed to be in a round shape, as well, large and wide tents with thick planes that were held down with large rocks and boulders surrounding the smaller ones in which the families lived. Bakura grinned when a bunch of children, at least six or seven, ran up to the horse and its two riders after they passed the outer rim of the village, cheering and yelling. His horse was used to this and merely snorted lightly when one grubby little hand patted at its soft nose. He felt the blond press tighter against him as if wary.

“Good morning, brats. What are you doing?”

Cheers of his name sounded through the happily grinning crowd, they lured other people out of the tents, old and young women alike, some with babies or toddlers resting in sheets against their chests and backs. It seemed Bakura was well-liked here.


Malik watched with large eyes, still hiding lightly, though he wasn’t noticed yet anyways. He watched Bakura slide off the horse’s back, leaving him up there alone and defenseless and pull the many bags strapped to the horse’s back to the ground and open them up, throwing each of the children a small trinket and they ran away laughing. The crowd around the horse parted and all eyes looked off to the man approaching through the throngs of people, unusually many for such a village. Malik could tell that it was a man only by the height and the broad shoulders alone as he was wrapped in sand colored fabric, then he drew the one from his hair and face, revealing a handsome face with deep violet eyes and a mob of unruly, dark blonde hair. For a moment, Malik was worried he would hit or hurt the thief next to the horse, seeing as he approached as briskly as he did, but as soon as he was close enough, he wound his arms around the white haired one in a crushing hug, placing a kiss on each of his cheeks, which Bakura returned with a smirk.

“I’m glad to see you well. I heard about royal guards crossing through the desert, not far from here either. I thought they finally got you.”, the new arrival said, clapping Bakura on the back, who merely grinned.

“Nah. Those idiots are moronic enough to completely ignore me. Besides…” And here he turned to the horse, and held his arms open for Malik to slide into them, which he did, feeling the strong hands grasp his waist and lift him down gently. “They were too busy with this here.”

And suddenly, the blond felt like prime meat to be inspected, people huddling around the pair to take a good look at him. “Marik, could you arrange a bath and some clothes for my little friend here?” There were a few silent moments, then a broad grin split the tall blonde’s face, and he nodded, turning to a few of the elder women to speak a few words, then Malik was tugged away. Bakura sniggered at the helpless looks he got from the pretty lavender eyes. “Relax, kid, nothing bad’s gonna happen to you.” A hand on his back steered him to the largest tent and soon enough, the old friends were caught in small talk.


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“What do you have for me, then?”, asked the head of the black market, his own head a color like dark gold and leaned back into an amount of colorful quilts, handing Bakura a small glass full of strongly sweet apple tea. “I hope you didn’t forget our deal because of a kid.”
The thief laughed and shook his head. “Surely not, my friend…the kid is just a little, well, extra. This is what I got.” The bags he had brought into the large tent were opened, one by one; trinkets rolled over the quilted and carpeted floor, golden and bejeweled cups, bracelets, necklaces and other kinds of precious things Bakura had taken, and Marik grinned and nodded. “That’s nice…very nice. Those will fetch a nice price, here’s your usual.” He threw him a satchel filled with coins. “So, why were royal guards busy with a mere child?”

“You’re not nosy, no, of course not…”, Bakura grinned, shrugging. “He said he didn’t want to suck the royal brat’s cock…so they set him out in the desert, maybe a good thirty miles away from the city, as supposed punishment. If you ask me, they’d have found a stiff corpse in the morning, but then again, neither the guards nor the brat are really smart.”

Marik laughed heartily. “Punishment, huh…weird, during my times of youth, punishment was hanging from the dungeon walls, maybe being whipped across the back…a spanking, I don’t know.” He shrugged, then sighed as shrill cries of a child came from outside, and the plane was pushed aside by determined little hands to gain access for the body of a young girl, five years old at most, marching inside and puffing the thin little chest up in front of the lounging blond.
“Daddy! They won’t let me play with them!” Bakura grinned wide as the most dangerous man he knew pulled his daughter in and cuddled her against his chest, stroking silky black hair. “My poor baby, Daddy will punish them all later, I promise. Now go, run off, I’m busy with Bakura.” The little girl turned and beamed brightly at the white haired one lounging there. “Did you bring me something?”, she chirped, and Bakura laughed. “Yes I did, Habibi, look here…” He fished a small bracelet from the ground and held it out to her, and she ran away, squealing happily. “Punish huh? Give spankings?”

“Oh, shut up.”

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When night fell, no one was thinking about the cold of the desert at night. The large bon fire warmed the circular space and the closest tents and no one was outside of the warm range. In one corner, close to the outer rim, where shadows lapped and fought the light of the flames three man and two women sat with instruments and made music, creating cheery melodies that wound around the fire and the people dancing around it. Either dancing, or eating and talking, because all around the fire were bowls with grilled sheep or beef, various vegetables, and of course bread and fruit that could be dunked into sweet, thick honey. It hadn’t been long since the festivities had started that Malik had risen from his seat next to Bakura and Marik’s family and had joined the dancers, not only because one of the younger women had pulled him up and to them, but also because he enjoyed dancing a lot and always had, too.

The veils he had been dressed in, colorful orange, reds and white wound around his upper body, arms and hips, legs dressed in wide, apricot harem pants, flew and shifted around him as he whirled around and around with the other dancers, bare feet moving him on the firmly pressed sand. He laughed and beamed, radiant against the high flames, like a being from another, a higher world. He didn’t hear or see Marik commenting about him, teasing Bakura about his ‘rare find’ as he put it. He didn’t hear anyone else, all that was there were the music and the warmth from the flames. Eventually, the young blond returned to his seat, dropping beside Bakura, and smiling at him widely as the white haired one handed him a fig.

“Thank you.”, he panted, accepting the next offer of a cup of sweet, watered down berry wine and chugged about half of it down, effectively dizzying himself from the alcohol in it, as little as it was. But he hadn’t eaten much yet, and he wasn’t used to wine, so soon enough, his cheeks were rosy and flushed, his limbs felt sluggish, warm and heavy, and he rested against Bakura’s side, happy and sleepy.

It was way later, the fire had died down to almost embers and the music was long gone as were the dancers that Bakura brought the younger to the tent they shared and closed the planes after carefully seating Malik on the blankets, quilts and cushions that littered the ground. “Mmmh…I feel so drowsy.”, Malik commented, yawning lightly and laying back, stretching out, his arms high above his head. “And hot.”

The white haired thief turned halfway, smirking at the sight. What a pretty thing he was, too…the long, elegant line of the petite body sprawled out invitingly on the floor; the moon was full, and the planes were transparent enough in the pale light that Bakura could make out every dip and plane of the sprawled boy. His hipbones, bared from the stretching and free of the silken hem of his pants created shadows, his pretty face in shadows, too, at least until he turned his head into the cushion, drowsily. The lavender eyes only blinked open at a soft-wet caress against the enticing bumps, looking down to find the harasser being the moistened lips belonging to the head that was bowed over his midriff, hair the color of the moonlight brushing over his bare middle.

“Bakura…”, he murmured, but from the thief came only a shushing sound, released gently against his sensitized skin and Malik trembled for a moment, biting his lower lip as the lips moved on, from one hipbone over his abdomen, a straight line to the other which was licked over and made him moan.

Large, calloused hands with long fingers brushed over his sides, way up, one cupping the dip of his waist, the other sliding underneath the veils that covered his chest and finding a half hard nub, tender to the touch it seemed as Malik arched up and groaned softly. Lips nibbled at the opposite side’s hipbone, the hand at his waist supporting him as he arched up, the slender legs splaying apart under the seductive touches to make space for the larger body of the one above him.

The wine made them both loose and warm, the feeling coiled in their stomachs as they relieved each other of their clothes, both tanned bodies winding around each other, limbs entangled as their lips met for the first time. “You’re pretty.”, Bakura commented as he pulled back from the questing kiss, grinning like the devil at the look of wanton desire on the indeed pretty face, one of his hands stroking up and over his chest again, the dusty nipple being tweaked and squeezed lightly between a thumb and a forefinger. The gasp came before the throaty laugh at the compliment. “Thank you.” It was easy sliding between Malik’s legs, they splayed apart for him pliantly, and the boy moaned oh so prettily as the first thrust was landed between his legs. Not inside of him, not yet of course, but the head of Bakura’s very much erect cock was nudging against and underneath the smooth, sensitive balls of the younger, sliding over and under them with the next few well-placed thrusts. Knees pressed against Bakura’s sides, then the whole of the slender legs slid and coiled around his waist, the boy bucking up against him, and mewling each time Bakura thrust too hard and fast, lost in his own pleasure, and slid and nudged against the tightly clenched pucker between the perfect globes of his ass. The mouth against his neck made the pleasure almost complete, almost perfect, especially as Bakura bit and nibbled not too gently. The loud moan was muffled by the white haired’s mouth on his as they merged into a deep kiss again once the blond’s essence splattered between them and was rubbed into their skin by the thrusts that were still going on until Bakura’s was almost there as well – then he stopped, and grinned down wildly.

“One more step to go…”, he cooed down in his deep voice that made Malik tremble and stare up at his face and shoulders, so handsome…fingers brushed against his heaving belly, scooping up some of the mingled liquid, and Bakura smirked, leaning his weight onto one arm as he brought the fingers of the other, the soiled ones, up to Malik’s mouth and tapped them against his lips, sliding inside the hot cavern. Bakura was pleased; the delightfully wet little tongue cleaned his fingers and wetted them again, thickly, in his saliva, the pretty gem eyes close din enjoyment. “Oh, you enjoy that, hmm…” The boy’s cheeks flushed once again, which made Bakura chuckle. “I see, I see…” The thief kneeled up, smirking down at the sprawled figure, and his hand vanished between the tanned legs, the wet fingertips circling the trembling pucker before lightly pushing inside. “Shhh…calm.” The other hand stroked the inside of the boy’s thigh to soothe him as he hissed and clenched lightly, but the fingers merely stayed still for a moment, then began sliding in and out and stretching him, and soon enough, Malik was moaning and writhing again as each push hit just the right spot inside of him. Once Bakura stopped the fingers, he whined at the lack of stimulation and rode himself on the fingers, wantonly. “I can give you something else to ride, little one…that’ll be great.”

Bakura grinned wildly, rolling onto his back on the cushioned ground and pulled the boy by the hips atop him, having him straddle his hips, stroking the soft thighs on each side of his hips. “There you go…” A hand of his reached through the place between Malik’s body and his and grasped his cock, pulling it up to rub it against the crease between the boy’s ass cheeks, listening to the delightful moans spilling from full lips. Finally, it seemed like an eternity, Malik began to sink down on him, unsure, and Bakura grasped his hip with the other hand, for a moment concerned about the petite thing, though that was soon gone from his mind as the hot channel grasped him like a vice and began to slide up and down, faster and faster.

“Ahh…gods, Bakura…”, Malik moaned more than once, his hands supporting him on Bakura’s abdomen, such a gorgeous body…he was gone, completely, it was such a nice feeling of having that length inside of him, sliding in and out and seeming to have a life of its own, striving to stay inside of him for as long as possible. It seemed to twitch, too, especially when Bakura came closer and closer to the edge and eventually filled his body with hot semen. Malik fell onto him, spent, his face nestled into the crook of Bakura’s neck, still panting.

It seemed perfect, it did. But the world would not leave them alone for long, not even drunk on the taste and feel of their bodies against each other. Not even sated and drowsy as they were.

Because Bakura had taken something that belonged to somebody else…and that somebody else was coming to get him back.


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That was horrible...