Crossing The King of Thieves

Disclaimer Note: Fire all lawyers and everything! I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! You can forget the bonus sueing me! *evil grin*

A/N: Thanks to my reviewers! Also, a sequel is in the works and it should be after this is done. This chapter has the Bakura/Malik lemon promised, so enjoy!

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Chapter 6: Family Values Pt. 2

"Father! Papa!" I cried the next morning. I was in such severe pain I couldn't think straight. The two yawned from bed and walked to me. "It hurts," I whispered as tears slid down my cheeks. Father lifted me in his arms and rocked me a little. "Shh," he said as he walked with me around the room. "It'll hurt for awhile, but not that long." He looked at Papa and sighed. "Is she feverish?" Papa asked and touched my forehead. "A little warm, but that's to be expected," he sighed. "Why don't we take off today and stay with her?" Father asked. Papa sighed. "Atemu's not going to like this," he said seriously. "I'll tell him she's sick and she needs both of us. Hopefully, he'll understand." He grabbed the Millennium Rod in case and left the room.

He returned with a red mark on his cheek. The pharaoh had slapped him in the face.

Father frowned deeply. "We have to leave, Seth," he said. "We have to leave the kingdom permanently. We have enough to sell to provide for the three of us for a long time." "If we do, it'll have to be at night," Papa said seriously. "And undercover as well. It's too risky out there not to be hidden." Father nodded. "Let Atemu hit someone else for a change," he said sternly. "He's tortured you and Kyra long enough. I won't stand for it anymore." Papa nodded in agreement. "Then it's settled," he said. "Tonight, we're out of here."

At the Nile, Bakura was bathing in the river while Malik sat on shore watching him. He stared at the golden skin on the King of Thieves's body and raised an eyebrow. Bakura turned around and looked at him. "Are you going to sit there all day or are you going to take a bath?" he asked raising his eyebrows. "Oh, sure," Malik said blushing as he removed his robes and walked in the water. Bakura looked at him from the corner of his eye and felt himself harden suddenly. This was a change. He was hardly attracted to men...until he met Malik.

He walked to the Egyptian man and rested a hand on his shoulder causing Malik to turn around. Bakura moved closer and brushed his lips on Malik's in a passionate kiss. The other moaned and permitted entrance so Bakura could taste him. Their hardened arousals touched almost automatically and it sent shivers down both of their bodies. Malik gazed at Bakura and moved his hand down to Bakura's entrance and slipped one finger inside him before another repeatedly striking the tomb robber's prostrate constantly. Bakura moaned in pleasure as Malik finger fucked him. "I take it you've never been taken before?" Malik asked playfully. Bakura meerly shook his head. "Well, your majesty, get ready for the ride of your life," he said and moved Bakura to a shallow area sitting down on the ground and pulled the other in his lap. He allowed the water to serve as lube as he slammed himself in Bakura's tight body.

Bakura screamed by the intrusion to his once virgin body. Tears slid down his face and Malik held still so he could adjust. "Relax, love," he whispered as he kissed the back of Bakura's neck and licked the skin gently. "I won't hurt you." He bit an area of Bakura's neck marking him as his and began licking at the blood gently. Bakura winced at the bite and nodded as he took some deep breaths and his body relaxed. "You may continue," he whispered and Malik complied and began thrusting himself within him while his hand reached around Bakura's neglected member and began pumping it as well. Bakura grunted and moved so he could feel him better inside him. Despite the pain, it was very pleasureable. "You feel so fucking warm...so tight...so good..." Malik panted as he thrusted deeper inside his love. He finally got Bakura on his hands and knees in the sand and slammed himself inside him continuing the torture. Bakura met each thrust rocking his body in tune with Malik. "Harder!" he shouted. "Fuck me, baby! Make it so I can't walk at all!" Malik smiled and pulled out almost completely before slamming himself inside Bakura. He did it again and again while pumping Bakura's dick the entire time.

Sweat poured down their bodies. Bakura never felt so much pleasure. He felt his climax approaching and swallowed hard. "Malik, I'm gonna cum!" he panted. "Hold on and we'll cum together," Malik said knowing he was about to let go as well. "Now!" "MALIK!" Bakura screamed as he released his seed all over Malik's hand and in the water. "BAKURA!" Malik cried and released in his lover filling him completely. His orgasm was so hard that some spilled and slid down Bakura's thighs. But neither cared. Malik sat down in the water as Bakura sat shakily beside him. "We should clean up and get dressed," he said looking at Malik. "Bakura!" Malik called suddenly causing the other to turn around. "I love you," he said. Bakura smiled then. "I love you too," he said seriously. Malik grinned and they began to clean up.

That afternoon, I lay in bed and sighed. The pain had subsided slightly thanks to Papa's herbs and medicines and magic. I was sworn not to tell a living soul what was to happen tonight. I was half out of it in the first place, so getting out of bed wasn't an option for me right now. I sighed studying the shadows on the walls. Both Papa and Father had to work. They tried to convince Atemu that I needed them, but that earned them a lecture in a half in front of me...Ra knows what outside.

The sooner we leave, the better I'll feel!

The door opened and Father walked in. He was usually the first to return. He removed his armor and sat down on the bed beside me. "How's my little girl?" he asked pushing back some of my hair and kissing my forehead. "Still hurting?" "A little," I whispered. He handed me some water and lifted my head gently so I could drink it. "Eat anything?" he asked. "Bread and some fruit," I sighed. "I'm not that hungry." He sighed and brushed his fingers on my cheek. Just then, Papa walked in beaten and bruised as usual. He locked the door behind him and sighed. "Did you tell anyone?" he asked. Father shook his head. "No one," he said. "Kyra's been in and out of sleep, so I doubt she could tell anyone."

Papa nodded and checked on my injury. "It's healing well, baby," he said smiling. "Pretty soon, you'll be turning cartwheels before you know it." He kissed my cheek causing me to smile a little. "Jou, we should get busy packing," he said seriously. "The sooner we start, the sooner we can leave." Father nodded and the two got to work. Later that evening, Father and Papa pulled on hooded cloaks and then pulled one on me as Father lifted me in his arms. "Look at me, Kyra," he said. "What we're going to do is very dangerous and you have to be very quiet. Papa's going to use his magic to help aide us as well, but still, you need to be very still and very silent, understand?" I nodded and rested my head on his shoulder.

Papa began the spell and the entire palace was soon asleep...except for us that is. The two fixed two black stallions stripping them of the royal marking and saddled them as they fixed our belongings on them. Papa took all his gold and Father's as well and hid it safely from thieves and also put the Millennium Rod in a safe area. "You want to hold her or do you want me?" he asked. "I got her," Father said and climbed on his horse as Papa handed me to him. Then Papa got on his horse and we left the kingdom without looking back. I looked toward the Nile River to see two figures near the water talking. In the moonlight, I could see the white hair of someone familar...my biological father Bakura. He tilted his head in our direction and frowned as we disappeared in the sand. "They seemed in a hurry," he said. "Probably a mother, father, and their child," Malik said seriously. "I'm tired. Ready for bed, love?" Bakura nodded and curled up next to him smiling.

The next morning at the palace, Atemu tapped his fingers on his throne impatiently. "Where is Seth?!" he shouted angrily. "My pharaoh, he's not the only one missing," a man said. "Jou never showed up for work either." Atemu raised an eyebrow and walked to the bedroom looking inside to find it completely empty and stripped of everything. "The child is gone too," he said and slammed his hand into the wall. "Search the kingdom! I want them found!" "Yes sir!" the guards said and ran off.

Meanwhile, we were far from Atemu's reign. In fact, we found ourselves in another part of the country near the border of another country. To be refugees would be risky, but after Papa spoke to the patrol, they agreed to allow us safe passage. We entered the other country and sighed with relief. We were finally free to be a family. Father trotted his horse to Papa and smiled. "We're free, love," he said seriously. "I know," Papa said smiling. "Thank the Gods!"

But even freedom came as a price.

We didn't know we were followed.

And the war would soon begin.

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TBC
Next chapter: Kyra is kidnapped and held for ransom. Seth and Jou fight for her...and almost die trying to save her life!