The Han Solo and the Princess Complex

Okay, actual lemon in this chapter. X3 Enjoy, and thanks to everyone for the kind reviews.

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CHAPTER FOUR – BAKURA MAKES HIS MOVE

Bakura paused near the top of the staircase, out of sight from those below, glaring down at the partygoers as they celebrated their little “plan’s” success. Damn those idiots for even thinking akinaking a fool of him. He was sorely tempted to go down there, tell Kaiba to shove a Duel Disk up his ass sideways, and storm out of the mansion before any of them could get a word in edgewise.

Then… there was a thought that had nagged him consistently since he started climbing the stairs. What if Kaiba was serious about him having the pharaoh all to himself? The thought of him finally getting his wish and dominating over the pharaoh made Bakura’s stomach churn in disgust, though he really could not understand why. Maybe because it was his highness-ness was far too old for a kid like Kaiba… though he doubted that was the case.

It was the thought of him possibly enjoying dominating over the pharaoh himself and sticking Kaiba’s nose in the dirt that had the ancient tomb robber complete his climb up the stairs. Like any good thief, he made his way down the hall stealthily, barely making a sound as he approached the fifth door on the right, creeping along the wall before he came to a stop just outside. From inside, he could hear the steady hiss of the sh and and… singing? In Egyptian?

The tomb robber nearly cracked up. Not only was get going to get the chance to dominate the pharaoh, but humiliate him as well.

Slowly, Bakura turned the doorknob, wincing as it squeaked. The door itself slid open easily, revealing a small room with a mirror, toilet, the obligatory amount of throw rugs, and of course the occupied shower. A light layer of steam from said shower covered the room in a fine mist, making him blink quickly so his eyes could adjust.

Bakura slipped into the room easily, closing the door behind him with a soft CLICK. Fortunately, the curtain that surrounded the bathtub was not see-though, otherwise the pharaoh would have caught him right away and this whole thing would have been for nothing. He glided across the room, hiding in a niche by the toilet just as the singing stopped and the water shut off. A hand snaked out from behind the shower curtain a moment later, groping ar for for a towel that was mere inches away.

“Dammit, where is that thing…?” came the pharaoh's voice, before his fingers finally brushed against it. He snatched the towel, dragging it behind the curtain.

A moment later, the pharaoh pulled the curtain back and stepped out of the tub, naked save for the towel wrapped around his waist. Bakura pushed himself deeper into the niche; he would be out of the pharaoh's immediate view, positioned to attack from behind… assuming he did not go for the toilet first.

Humming softly to himself, Atemu passed the toilet, heading for the q-tip dispenser on the sink counter. Smirking, Bakura moved out from his hiding place and in for the kill. He wrapped his arms around him tightly, one hand traveling downward…

The tomb robber went right for the pharaoh's jewels.

Atemu totally froze as he was groped, his eyes widening in shock. A long moment passed before his brain started working again, ordering his body to fight off the intruder. He tried to struggle as a tongue brushed against his ear, tried to elbow his assailant in the gut. His efforts were futile, though; whomever it was had too tight of a hold on him.

Bakura smirked at the pharaoh's pitiful efforts, hand still groping his groin as he pressed his hips into his rear, pushing him closer to the wall as he did so. He flicked his te oue out again, running it along the backside of his ear. Smirking again, he wondered briefly how long it would take the stupid pharaoh to realize who it was…

Meanwhile, Atemu squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself not to respond to the intruder's rude hand and tongue. He had just managed to shake off the effects of his hikari's teasing. He did not need this!

“Stop this,” he ordered through clenched teeth. “Stop this, please.”

Bakura's smirk turned outright sadistic. He slammed the pharaoh up against the wall, getting him to shout out in surprise, hips grinding into his rear brutally.

“Never thought I'd hear the word ‘please’ from your mouth,” he purred seductively.

Atemu's eyes sprang open in horror. “Bakura?!”

“The one and only,” he replied, groping the pharaoh again.

Atemu grit his teeth. This was beyond embarrassing; this was downright insulting.

“Unhand me now, and I'll CONSIDER not killing you for this,” he demanded.

“I'm afraid I can't do that…” Bakura whispered.

“Bakura…!” Atemu warned, his voice taking on a dangerous tone.

Bakura sighed. “Seriously,” he admitted, shaking off the annoying mental image of Kaiba’s winning smirk as he groped him once again.

Atemu winced, desperately forcing himself not to respond to the tomb robber's actions. It was getting difficult, though, as Bakura licked his ear again, his hips nudging up against him, hand still teasing him through the towel. The pharaoh growled under his breath; he would not have been nearly as angered by this if he was not ENJOYING it so much…

“I swear, if I find who put you up to this…” Atemu growled, mentally slapping himself for his voice sounding so weak.

“You probably already know…” Bakura purred. Without warning, he attacked the pharaoh's neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark, but not break the skin. Atemu moaned before he could stop himself, unconsciously tilting his head to the side so the tomb robber could have better access. Bakura took full advantage of it too, nibbling up the side of the pharaoh's neck, leaving small marks in his wake. His tongue flicked out, soothing the marks and drawing out another moan from the smaller man.

Atemu almost felt himself go limp, his breath coming out hard and his heart beating rapidly. He couldn't understand why he was reacting to the TOMB ROBBER the way he was. Similarly, Bakura knew that something was starting to poke the pharaoh's behind, but like the time in the park, he was at a loss as to why. He pushed his hips up against his once more before slowly turning him around in his arms…

Atemu cast his eyes down as he felt himself being turned, refusing to let the tomb robber know he was enjoying this. It was humiliating enough; he was not about to have to hear him gloat about it…

Once he had the pharaoh turned around, he gazed down at the crimson-tinted purple eyes, his own darkened with lust. He smirked, opening his mouth to mock the pharaoh... but he stopped. Biting his lip, he thought against it, instead tilting his head to the other side so he could pay attention to that area of his neck.

Atemu gasped slightly, trying to figure out what just happened, as well as attempting to get his breathing under control. He gave up on both, however, as Bakura began nipping at him again, his breath warm against his neck. The tomb robber nudged his hips forward, his hand trailing down to now grope the pharaoh's rear end. Atemu moaned again at the action, bucking his own hips forward to meet with Bakura's before he could stop himself.

Pulling back from the assault on the pharaoh's neck, Bakura licked his ear teasingly before kissing along his jaw line… an inevitable trail to Atemu's lips…

Bakura paused for a moment… letting an eternity pass before he ghosted his lips over Atemu's…

The pharaoh froze, his breath hitching up in his throat. His brain was numbed by the action, not quite sure how to respond…

Bakura hesitated as well, a lump forming in his throat. Swallowing, he moved forward ever so slightly, pressing his lips against the pharaoh's. The hand that was groping him pressed him forward absently, and that was when Atemu snapped out of it. He responded to the kiss, nearly making the tomb robber loose control. Bakura's tongue slipped out a brief moment, tentatively touching the pharaoh's lower lip. His body wanted this for sure, but his mind was still confused…

Atemu let his eyes slip closed, giving up on resisting and letting the emotions that he was feeling guide him along. He parted his lips at the tomb robber's request for entrance. Bakura really did loose it then, slipping his tongue into the pharaoh's parted lips, his hips nudging forward in an almost requesting manner. Moaning into his mouth, Atemu responded to the nudge in kind, silently giving him permission to do was he wished.

Bakura explored the pharaoh's mouth eagerly, hungrily. He reached around, tugging at the towel, wanting the un-needed garment out of his way. Atemu jumped slightly at the action, but granted the tomb robber's unspoken request, un-tucking the towel and letting it pool about his feet. Bakura smirked inwardly at the pharaoh's show of submission. He caressed Atemu's tongue with his own, his hand coming around to idly toy with the pharaoh.

Atemu moaned into his mouth again, his hands unconsciously reaching out to tug on Bakura's shirt. Why he was acting like this, he couldn't even begin to guess. One thing he did know though; that tomb robber was a little overdressed.

Bakura pulled back from the kiss, giving him a “you’re right” look before removing his troublesome shirt. He quickly resumed his position, wrapping his arms around him possessively, his left hand going down to grope the pharaoh's now bare rear. Atemu pulled himself closer, pressing against him and gasping at the skin-to-skin contact. Bakura kissed Atemu fiercely in response, pushing him harshly against the wall, his trapped erection rubbing tantalizingly against the pharaoh's own.

Atemu cried out at the harshness, strangely enjoying it, the sound muffled by Bakura's mouth over his own. He reached up as best he could with the tomb robber's arms wrapped around him as they were, trying to feel everything that shirt had been hiding. Bakura moved his arms in response, givihe phe pharaoh better access as he used his rather proficient skills with his tongue to make the kiss more interesting. Atemu pulled himself even closer, his hands ghosting up and down Bakura's back, all the while trying to fight back against the invading tongue. Though… admittedly, he was not putting up much of a fight.

Arching his back against Atemu’s hands, the taught muscles rippling at the movement, Bakura pulled away from the kiss for a moment. He gazed at the pharaoh's face, expression intense and lustful. Atemu stared back up at him, eyes half-lidded, his breath coming out in rapid gasps. Neither of them could name what they were feeling, other than lust. That did not quite describe it well enough though; there was obviously something else that could not be named. Atemu reached up, wrapping his arms around Bakura's neck loosely, and the two of them gave up on naming the nameless feeling, surrendering themselves to their passion instead.

Bakura smirked, pushing his hips against the pharaoh’s, enjoying it when he cried out again. He let his tongue slip out of his mouth and caress Atemu’s lips in a slow, hungry manner…

Atemu’s breath came out in shuddered gasps. He closed his eyes, letting the sensations wash over him and shatter his last barrier of resistance.

“Please…” he begged, his voice barely a whisper.

Bakura stopped dead, his eyes widening somewhat. They narrowed suddenly, a wicked smirk forming on his lips.

“Please… what…?” he purred, grinding his hips against Atemu’s hard enough to bruise. The pharaoh cried out, tossing his head back, only to have it thump painfully against the wall.

Bakura chuckled softly, leaning forward to kiss Atemu’s neck. His hand reached up to cradle his head, almost as if he cared, though he was not sure if he really did or not. He gently caressed the area alongside the pharaoh’s jugular with his tongue as a silent apology, his hand groping him again.

Atemu held onto the tomb robber tightly, moaning softly at the wonderful sensations coursing though his system. He could not think straight any more; he just WANTED, but he could not put that want into words.

“Please…” he begged again, a little louder, a little more urgent this time.

Pulling back, Bakura reached down, quickly undoing his jeans and letting them fall, kicking them off once they hit the ground. He resumed his position again, holding onto the pharaoh, a strange and powerful urge suddenly coming over him…

“What would you have me do for you, my pharaoh?”

Silence reigned, punctured only by the pharaoh's rapid, ragged breath. Finally, he rested the side of his face against Bakura's, his lips near the tomb robber's ear…

“Take me, please…” Atemu whispered, so softly it could barely be heard. “However you wish… please…”

Bakura groaned at the words, feeling like his very soul shuddered in pleasure when they were uttered. He pushed his hips forward, his hard-on rubbing against Atemu's.

“As you desire, my pharaoh,” he murmured.

The tomb robber let his hand drop, moving down so he could press a finger against the pharaoh's entrance, teasing it. Atemu's breath hitched up in his throat in response. He was not exactly used to being taken… in fact, he doubted he ever had been… assuming one of his priests never got him drunk when they were younger. Even if he had been taken, it would not have mattered; the body that now served as the vessel of his soul was new, untouched. Either way, he did not care; he WANTED this, as crazy as that sounded. He could not walk away now.

Bakura slowly pushed the finger in, trying to distract the pharaoh from the inevitable pain by tilting his head to the side and kissing his neck. Atemu winced anyway, trying to focus on what the tomb robber's mouth was doing as his finger moved deep inside, stretching him. After a moment, Bakura pulled that finger out before adding a second, biting lightly on the pharaoh's neck, adding another mark to the growing collection, sucking on it to make it darker.

Atemu winced again, gasping softly. He reached up, burying a hand in Bakura's hair as the tomb robber pulled away from his neck.

“Shhhh…” he whispered, feeling strangely affectionate. Bakura kept stretching him, making sure he was well prepared for what was to come, adding another finger in the process.

Atemu grimaced at the third finger, but forced himself to relax despite it. He focused instead on the tone of Bakura's voice. He liked that… it made him seem… so human…

“It’ll be better soon,” Bakura purred into the pharaoh's ear. He finished with the preparation by moving down, bringing Atemu to the floor with him. Kissing the pharaoh's cheek, he ran his other hand down his side as Atemu shuddered at his words and tenderness. He didn't care what anyone else would say. Right now, he felt like the luckiest man alive.

“Please…” he whispered again, finally feeling relaxed.

Bakura slowly pulled his fingers out, kissing Atemu softly. He caressed the pharaoh's cheek with a hand, laying himself on top of him, positioning himself…

Atemu leaned his head toward the tomb robber's touch, his breath increasing in anticipation. Yes… yes, he definitely wanting this… It was the last person he would have expected it from, but… still…

Bakura stared down at the pharaoh, gaze piercing and intense, taking hold of his hand as he pushed into him slowly. Atemu winced in pain, gritting his teeth and practically crushing the hand thas has holding onto his. Not that the tomb robber noticed; he was busy trying not to moan aloud at the incredibly tight heat that enveloped him. He rested his torso back onto the pharaoh, planting reassuring kisses on his neck and face.

Atemu sighed slightly when he felt the tomb robber's kisses, willing the pain to leave with that sigh. He definitely was not to to submitting to anyone like this, and it showed horribly. Pausing a moment, he waited till he adjusted to being so… FILLED the way he was, before nudging his hips up; a silent request to continue.

Rocking forwards, Bakura wrapped his arms around the pharaoh possessively, kissing him on the lips and neck as he started up a rhythm that had Atemu gasping and moaning. He clung to the tomb robber desperately; it still hurt, but the pain was slowly dissolving away into a pleasure that made him shudder and want to beg for more… oh, Gods, more…

As if catching onto the pharaoh's silent desire, Bakura thrust in a little harder, still kissing him as he moved. Atemu gasped, holding on, practically digging his fingers into Bakura's shoulders.

“Oh… Ra… please… faster…” he moaned.

Picking up the pace, Bakura did as requested, pushing in hr bur but still not as hard as he could.

“Yes, pharaoh,” he grunted, eyes nearly rolling back into his head.

Atemu's head fell back slightly as he let out a low moan. The pain was gone now; nothing but sweet pleasure was coursing though his system.

“D-don't hold back…” he managed to gasp out. “Please… don't…”

“I warn you, pharaoh, I can be quite rough,” Bakura purred, thrusting in harder. He gripped a throw rug with his tightly clenched fist, letting out a low pleasured growl as he buried himself to the hilt inside of Atemu. The sound the pharaoh made, however, was bordering on inhuman.

“D-don't care…” he gasped. “More… Gods, more… please…”

With that said, Bakura went all out, mercilessly thrusting into the pharaoh with all he had. He attacked his neck and throat with bites, licks, and kisses as he went, knowing that none of them would be hidden by those chokers he was so fond of wearing, no matter how large they were. Atemu's gasps turned into all out SCREAMS of pleasure; he held onto the tomb robber for dear life, feeling himself coming oh so close and silently praying his climax would hold off for just a bit longer…

Angling his thrusts, Bakura tried to hit that sweet spot deep inside of Atemu, kissing him fervidly as he sought his own release, the pressure building up steadily inside of him. The pharaoh suddenly tossed his head back, almost loosing his grip as a scream that almost reached a level beyond human hearing tore out of him. Bakura did not change his angle, panting and gritting his teeth as he kept stabbing that bundle of nerves.

Atemu's eyes rolled back into his head as the constant waves of pleasure crashing into him. His mouth was open, but no sound was coming out, almost as if he had forgotten how to scream… Then, suddenly it was like he remembered again as his release shattered the hold the pleasure had on him, shouting out Bakura's name. The tomb robber was not that far behind, thrusting in a few more times before he came, moaning out the pharaoh's name as he filled him.

Bakura collapsed on top of him, panting harshly and sweating, kissing the pharaoh's neck and along his jaw in a reassuring manner. Atemu was practically limp, panting as well, though not as hard. He looked like he was going to pass out any minute, though he was making a valiant effort not to. After a moment, he nuzzled his cheek against the tomb robber's lovingly.

“Thank you…” he rasped, his voice hoarse from screaming.

“My pleasure,” Bakura managed to say between pants.

The tomb robber closed his eyes, snuggling against Atemu possessively as he continued to pant, allowing his heart rate to return to normal. Bakura shuddered in a pleasured way, feeling more safe, content, and satiated than he had in his whole existence.

Atemu sighed softly, exhausted. Before he could stop them, his eyes drifted closed, with one last thought filling his head before falling away to sleep…

~~Even if everything returns to the way it was before… at least I have this… have something I can never forget…~~