Pharaoh and the Thief

Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Warning:Finally got to it: Yaoi and Lemon. And a bit of swearing.
Author’s Note: I'm sorry guys, I uploaded the wrong chapter last night. For some reason, last week I uploaded Chapter 5 to Fanfiction.net, but not here. I had a really crappy internet connection at home, so something must have gone wrong. I feel so bad for ruining the big lemon chapter for you all, but at least chapter 5 is short and sweet. I am terribly sorry, but it is all nice and fixed now.

Chapter 6

Atem stared intently at Bakura, studying him. Bakura’s gaze dropped to the bed, breaking eye contact. He didn’t know why Atem made him feel so insecure.

Atem continued to study the thief. He was faintly amused by the slight blush on Bakura’s cheeks. Atem reached a hand out and grasped Bakura’s chin, forcing him to look at him. Bakura did so, a scared look in his red eyes.

Atem trailed his thumb over the scar on the thief’s cheek. “Where did you get that?” he asked softly.

Bakura’s eyes flickered back down. “In a fight, when I was younger.” What would Atem think of him now? That he was some ruffian who picked fights where ever he went?

Atem continued to rub his thumb over the rough scar. “Look at me,” he whispered.

Bakura’s eyes darted up, more out of surprise than obedience.

“You have beautiful eyes,” Atem whispered, leaning close to Bakura.

Bakura watched his movements like a caged animal, but didn’t pull away.

Atem took his chance and pressed his lips softly to Bakura’s. To his surprise, Bakura responded almost instantly, kissing him back hungrily. Atem opened his mouth and Bakura took the invitation and delved inside. Atem stroked his tongue against Bakura’s invading one, thoroughly enjoying the sensation it created. He wrapped his arm around Bakura’s neck so his hand was resting at the back of his head and pulled him in closer.

Bakura complied, pressing his naked torso against Atem’s and moaning into the kiss. The pleasurable sounds Bakura was making as he kissed him was making Atem hard, but he tried to hide it, afraid Bakura was going to come to his senses and bolt at any second.

Bakura didn’t know what the hell had possessed him. Atem had run his soft fingers over his face and his stomach had that funny feeling again, and suddenly Bakura decided he didn’t care about all the worrisome thoughts that had been plaguing his mind, he just wanted that feeling to never stop.

As nimble fingers began unfastening his robe, Atem decided Bakura wasn’t going to leave, and pushed him gently on his back, mindful of his wounds, and climbed on top of him. He suckled at Bakura’s throat, nipping and licking his way down to his chest. Bakura moaned lustily at Atem’s ministrations, and bucked his hips playfully.

Atem straddled his hips more securely and stopped biting at Bakura’s neck to grin down at him. Bakura’s eyes were shining with lust and want, and he bucked some more, feeling Atem growing hard above him.

Atem bent down and claimed Bakura in a kiss once more, this time forcing his tongue into the other’s mouth. He ran his hands up and down Bakura’s chest and abdomen in feather soft touches, swallowing every moan and gasp that came from Bakura’s mouth.

Suddenly, he felt Bakura’s leg wrap around his, and he felt himself flipped over, Bakura now straddling him. The thief grinned down at him and slid his hands under Atem’s clothing, pulling it off. As soon as his chest was bare, the white haired fiend attacked it, sucking and biting at his nipples and trailing wet kisses down his abdomen, the whole time grinding his hips into the other man’s. Atem gasped at the sudden contact with his groin. Bakura grinned against his skin and took that as a sign to keep going, which he did happily.

Atem was making adorable mewling sounds as Bakura licked and sucked at his nipples once more, never letting up in his torture.

When Bakura finally pulled away, Atem was breathing heavily. Bakura grinned down at him before sliding off of Atem’s hips so he could pull his trousers off. Atem’s erection was barely free before Bakura placed a mischievous lick up the underside, causing Atem to shudder. Bakura smiled brazenly at him before swallowing him whole.

Atem cried out as he was engulfed in Bakura’s hot wetness. Bakura, encouraged by the sound, pulled out halfway, and then swallowed him again, humming as he did so.

Atem moaned even louder and bucked into the other man’s mouth. Bakura continued his ministrations as Atem’s cries grew louder and louder.

The thief continued to suck and tease him until Atem was at the edge of orgasm, and then pulled back. Atem was about to protest, but his lips were caught in a heated kiss before he had the chance.

When Bakura released him, he realized the thief had removed his own trousers. He rubbed himself softly against Atem, both of them gasping at the skin on skin contact.

Bakura stretched his body across Atem’s and laid his head close to his ear.

“I want you to fuck me,” he whispered as he licked Atem’s ear. Atem could hear the breathless need in the other man’s voice. He wrapped his arms around the thief’s waist and flipped them both over so Bakura was underneath him once more. He pressed two fingers to Bakura’s lips, which immediately parted, sucking them into his mouth.

Atem held himself above Bakura by one elbow and buried his face in the soft waves of Bakura’s hair. He kissed his neck softly, and then sucked on the tender flesh, leaving a faint mark.

Deeming his fingers wet enough, he gently pulled them from Bakura’s mouth. Atem positioned himself between the other man’s legs, hoisting one over his shoulder.

He looked at Bakura, who was watching him the entire time. “Are you sure?” he asked.

Bakura bit his bottom lip and nodded. Atem massaged his opening with one finger before breaking past the ring of muscle. A tiny moan escaped Bakura’s lips as he felt Atem’s finger shove past his barrier. Atem thrust the single finger in and out a few times before adding a second one.

Bakura caught his breath at the slightest hint of pain. It had been so long since he’d let someone do that to him.

Atem scissored his fingers inside Bakura, preparing him, and then added the last finger, thrusting them in and out until Bakura seemed comfortable with the intrusion. The very last thing Atem wanted was to hurt him.

The entire time Atem was preparing him, Bakura watched him, never breaking eye contact. Atem found this extremely arousing, especially considering the thief’s reluctance to look at him before.

He lined himself up at Bakura’s entrance and pushed in, meeting a little resistance as Bakura tensed.

A pained moaned escaped Bakura’s lips as Atem seated himself to the hilt. He wrapped his fingers around Bakura’s sides and rubbed his thumbs across the tender skin soothingly, allowing Bakura to adjust.

Bakura shifted beneath him a little, a pained expression on his face. Atem bent down and placed a chaste kiss on his lips and whispered, “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” Bakura said, biting his bottom lip again. He let out a long breath and smiled softly at Atem. “Yes.”

Atem smiled back and slowly pulled out and pushed back in, just as slow.

He built up speed as the look on Bakura’s face quickly changed from one of pain to pleasure. Atem lifted Bakura’s hips up just a bit to get a better angle. When he thrust back in, Bakura threw his head back in the pillow, displaying the long line of his pale neck and moaned loudly. Atem grinned and hit that same spot again, causing to Bakura to throw his head back with even more force, white hair haloed around him.

He repeated his movement, hitting Bakura’s sweet spot every time. He wrapped a hand around Bakura’s prominent erection as he thrust in again. This time Bakura let out an almost animal scream. Atem pumped his member only a few times before Bakura came. He cried out Atem’s name, coming in sticky strings over his stomach and Atem’s hand.

Feeling Bakura’s inner walls spasm around him brought Atem close and in a few more thrusts he came as well, crying out and collapsing on top of Bakura.

Both men were breathing heavily and Bakura’s hair was tickling Atem’s face. He managed to lift his face up to look at Bakura who wore a drowsy satisfied expression. Atem’s movement caused a slight wince, and he suddenly remembered the condition of the man beneath him. He quickly propped himself up off of Bakura.’

“I’m sorry!” Atem exclaimed, “I forgot.” He moved to roll off Bakura, but the thief’s strong arms encircled his waist and pulled him back.

“It’s okay,” Bakura said lazily, “Don’t move.”

Atem looked at him quizzically, and then smiled. He lowered himself back down, carefully this time, until he was resting on Bakura once again, pressed against his warm body.

Atem ran his fingers up and down Bakura’s side, mindful of the bruise, and rested his head in the crook between his neck and shoulder. Bakura made a contented sound that reminded Atem of a purr and snuggled closer to Atem, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as they both drifted off to sleep.