Affectionate Thoughts In A Disturbed Mind

Disclaimer - Do I look like I'm rich enough to own them? I didn't think so either.

Author's Notes - Holy shit, I finally got another chapter done! Okay, for those of you who haven't read 'Barbie . . . Bakura?' This first part might not make some sense. I suggest you go read it . . . I'm trying to spread the misery as much as possible. *grumbles about her muse again for another minute* Anyway, here's the next chapter. And the one after this . . . well, let's just say Bakura's going to do something unexpected.

Chapter 7 –


Note to self . . . never, EVER, make a bet against an Ishtar. What a fucking embarrassment. I’m going to kill that son of a jackal if I ever get hold of his spiky haired ass.

Bad enough I actually agreed to go out drinking with him . . . worse that he managed to convince me to go to a Karaoke bar. Listening to a bunch of morons try to sing while boozed up . . . gah, I shudder to even think of it. Forget anything the Pharaoh could come up with. THAT is torture. Bring on the hot knifes, whips, and chains. Anything but listening to off key singing from idiot mortals who should know better.

Warm body next to me, safely bracketed within my arms. I’ve become strangely comfortable with this whole mess in just a matter of days. Odd, for me, but then again it’s Ryou. Oh shit . . . Ryou saw that fiasco last night. I am never going to live this down.

Of all the songs . . . Ishtar got me up on stage and singing ‘Barbie Girl’! And he touched my hair! I don’t even let Ryou touch my hair! I am so going to murder that bastard Tomb Keeper. Slowly.

It took me forever to get the makeup off, too. And we won’t be mentioning the number of mortals I sent to the Shadow Realm last night for hitting on me while I walked home after chasing that bastard across town.
Okay, enough dwelling on that wonderful little stunt of Ishtar’s. He got me . . . I’ll give him that much. He’s not going to do it again.

Ummm . . . vanilla. You know, once upon a time I picked on Ryou for using conditioner. Fuck that, his hair is soft as silk and smells good enough to eat. Okay, that was a load of sap. Truth, but still sap. Bah . . . screw it. Ryou’s the only one that’ll ever see it out of me anyway.

Satin soft skin . . . smooth and silky, and oh so delightful to touch. Better than any of the rare cloth I stole back in Egypt. And this is all mine . . . anyone else touches him, I’ll break their fingers. Oh yeah, possessive bastard, aren’t I? Too bad . . . Ryou’s mine. My hikari, my Ryou, my . . . love. Yeah, yeah, more sap. He’s still mine.

Restless shifting as deft fingers run feather-light over slim hips, tracing absent patterns on the creamy skin of his thighs. A muffled whimper . . . not of pain, but of longing. Is someone having pleasant dreams? Let’s find out, shall we? Hmmm . . . most definitely having pleasant dreams, if the evidence cupped in my hand is any indication. But I feel like testing that theory some more . . . evil of me maybe, but then again whoever claimed that I was good? Not a single person I can think of. They aren’t that suicidal.

The whimpers are delicious to hear, sending shivers through me as I tease hardening flesh. My own desires are starting to make themselves known, pressed against the firm globes of his backside. Okay, this restless shifting of his is going to drive me nuts . . . talk about a sensual tease!

Noises in the hallway . . . fuck! I forgot his father is in the house. Damn it! All riled up and no release in sight . . . unless I muffle Ryou. Hmmm . . . yeah, muffling Ryou sounds good. If I don’t do that, someone is going to die today, because I’m going to be one extremely frustrated Tomb Robber.

Easy enough to slip an arm under his head and put a hand over his mouth. Sweet Ra is he a deep sleeper – he STILL hasn’t woken up. He wouldn’t have lasted five seconds in Egypt sleeping like this. Oh well . . . we’re not in Egypt, and this means I can have more fun with him. Hmmm, I like the sound of that.

Now then, where did I put . . . ahh, there it is. Glad the night stand is within range of my other arm. Dexterous fingers opening the bottle one handed, tipping it to put some of it’s contents in the palm of my hand before closing the lid and dropping it. I’ll pick it up later . . . if I feel like it. Ryou will probably do it though . . . he’s such a neat freak.

Holy fuck . . . okay, I’m more riled up than I thought. Easy Bakura, or you’re going to ‘blow’ your entire ‘plan’ . . . and your entire load. Time to get my hand off that rather over-sensitive area, now. Hand not listening to me . . . Ra, this reminds me of the time Ryou took our ‘combined’ hand over to keep me from hurting Yugi and the other friendship twits. Just have to remember that there are sweeter pleasures laying right next to me. Bingo.

Teasing fingers dance over the tight press of Ryou’s buttocks before delving gently within to find that which is ours and ours alone . . . there. An oil slicked finger slips inside . . . oh, sweet Isis. My cock is now somehow in direct connection with my finger, and it feels way too good. I better move this along or I’m just not going to last. That would be embarrassing to my pride, if nothing else.

A second finger, and Ryou jumps in my arms, a muffled yelp against the palm of my hand. Sounds like he’s awake.

Yep, he’s awake . . . and moaning through our link. Hurry, he whispers. Need you . . . Kura please. Don’t worry koi . . . I need you right now as much as you need me. I’ll need you forever, Ryou. More restless shifting, pressing back against my fingers desperately as I add the third and final finger. I refuse to rush this, as much as I want to be inside him. I’m not going to risk hurting him.

A brief nod is the answer to my asking him if he’s ready. Positioning myself carefully, I slide into him slowly, having to bite down on my lip to keep my own moan from getting too loud and attracting unwanted attention. He’s whimpering against my hand, pleading with me through our link to go faster. But I want to enjoy this . . . the feel of him surrounding me, inch by inch, that tight heat holding me and caressing me. Anubis take me, Ryou, you feel so damn good . . .

I have to shift down a bit so that I can thrust into him, but gods is it worth the effort. Rocking myself on one hip, my free hand pressed to his stomach just above his own twitching need . . . I have found heaven on earth, I swear to Osiris I have. He may control the afterlife, but who needs eternal bliss when I have Ryou?

I have to bury my lips in the back of his neck to keep from moaning too damn loudly. He feels so damn good . . . I have to tighten the hand I’m holding around his mouth, he’s starting to squeak with every thrust. Cute, yes, but bound to attract attention if it gets too loud. The last thing I want right now is for his father to interrupt us. I would simply have to send the man to the Shadow Realm then. Not a permanent trip, mind you . . . but enough of one to get the point across.

Oh sweet Isis . . . Ryou, stop begging me for that. I can’t go any faster, or harder, in this position, and you moaning THAT through our link is rapidly putting my libido on overdrive. Move? But . . .

WHOA! I don’t know when the hell he got that limber, but shit was that a surprise! I am now flat on my back, with Ryou’s back facing me . . . and those gorgeous eyes looking over one pale shoulder at me are just too entrancing.

Uh oh . . . he’s smiling. And not the innocent ‘I am chibi and you just adore me’ smile, either. This one is right out of my book of ‘evil smirks for vile plans’. I’m not sure whether I should be scared or intrigued. Wait a minute! Me, scared!? I don’t think so . . .

Oh FUCK! Now that’s cheating, Ryou, and if that shout didn’t just draw your father’s attention, we’ll be lucky. But, sweet Ra does that feel good . . . oh, shit, yes.

Shifting, sliding, fingers touching spots inside me that have never been touched before as fingers close around slim hips, lifting him slightly so I can thrust upwards into that delightful warmth. Moving together as he rests a majority of his weight on his knees, leaning over so he can continue his own little torture as I push us both toward oblivion.

We’re supposed to be quiet . . . really we are, but I really don’t think either of us gives much of a damn at the moment. So his father is in the house . . . I no longer give a camel’s hump. Soft moans, choked whimpers of pleasure . . . a symphony of love that wraps us in its delightful music. Okay, I sound like I swallowed a fucking romance novel again. I really must stop that sappy bullshit.

A knock on the door, a voice asking Ryou if he’s okay . . . that door is locked, right? Fuck, I hope so . . . a quick double check, reaching out with the shadows . . . yep, locked. Good fucking thing, because I really don’t think he wants to walk in on this.

If it weren’t at such a bad time, I’d be laughing at the moment, I really would. Ryou’s attempting to assure his father that everything’s fine, and to come up with some sort of excuse. Why not just tell him the truth, koi? Tell him your doppelganger is currently fucking you senseless, and you’ll get back with him when we’re done.

Okay, that was a cute whine, abruptly ending in a gasp as I nail his prostate. Sweet Ra, Ryou . . . I’m so close, and I can feel you’re even closer.

Sweat soaked skin, sliding against each other deliciously as we rush toward oblivion . . . I hope your father isn’t still at the door. I stopped caring about five seconds ago.

Explosion behind my eyes, turning my vision white as he tightens around me almost painfully, his back arching as he shouts my name. My own back arching off the bed, burying me deeper within him as I release into his warmth, growling his name and gods only knows what else in my native tongue before collapsing back, panting to catch my breath.

Okay, I can definitely wake up to this every morning for the rest of my existence.

Pounding on the door now, desperate questions as to whether or not Ryou’s okay. Actually, he’s more than okay . . . ow! What was that for?! It’s the truth, isn’t it?

No, actually, that is the point, not beside it koi. Heh, that’s a nice blush . . . turns his usually alabaster flesh a nice rosy color. Too adorable by far. GAH! I’m spewing sap again! Ryou, I swear this is all your fault!

How is it my fault?! Oh, you mean the bit with your father. Well, would you rather I had left you to take care of your ‘pleasant dream’ yourself? Ha, I didn’t think so. Besides, you’re the one that moved us so that I couldn’t keep my hand over your mouth anymore. It is definitely NOT my fault that you make a lot of noise. Okay, so maybe I’m the CAUSE of that noise, but that’s a drop of water in the Nile.

Okay, you better go answer the door before he breaks it down. I’ll be in the Ring . . . what? You want him to see me lying here, in your bed? Didn’t think so . . . be right back, little one. Oh, and you might want to clean up and get dressed before you open that door.

Wow, that was a new shade of red.


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Did I ever mention Ryou can be a bit vindictive when the mood suits him?

In repayment for my . . . abandonment this morning when he finally opened his bedroom door to assure his father he was fine, I am now being forced to sit through another ‘talk’ . . . about our relationship, with his father. I just knew I should have sealed myself into the Ring for the day. Not that it would have helped any . . . Ryou would have just gone to get the Pharaoh and had him drag me out. Probably by my hair.
Yeah, some innocent sweet hikari you are, Ryou. Times like this make me wonder which one of us is really the yami.

Oops . . . mind wandered, and now I’m being glared at. Accusingly. Well, fuck. What did I miss? Oh . . . how long has this been going on between us? Ummm . . . a few days? Whoa . . . he could give the Pharaoh a run for his title with that glare.

Okay, fuck it. Look, Mr. Bakura . . . and doesn’t that sound odd, coming from me . . . I love your son. More than I can put into words, mainly because I haven’t got enough of a grasp of your language to really do so and I’m not that kind of person. I was more than willing to leave and let him have a better life with someone else. I’ll admit it, I’m not the best person in the world for him. Far from it, in fact, but I’d rather not go into detail. Ryou forced me to stay, forced me to face him and this strange relationship head on. I would do anything for him, including die if it was necessary. I can’t give you anymore than that, because I’m still coming to terms with it myself.

I love Ryou, and I need him. I can’t live without him, and not just because he holds the Item to which my spirit is bound. I would rather be swallowed up by Ammut than hurt him now. Does that answer your question?

I have been tackled. A lap full of hikari is not exactly a bad thing, but I really am trying to match glare for glare here, Ryou, and you’re not helping. Oh, wait . . . he’s not glaring anymore anyway. What did I say?
Yeah, that was a bunch of romantic, sappy bullshit. Ryou . . . okay, okay, so it wasn’t bullshit. It was still sappy and romantic, but it was the truth. Oh, hello! Note to self . . . sappiness earns me very hot kisses. I can deal with that.

Ryou, your father is clearing his throat behind you . . . I think he’s not done talking to us yet. You don’t care? Now wait just a damn minute, little one, you dragged us into this! Nope, I’m not relenting. Off my lap and back in your own chair, hikari.

Oh, rescued by a knock on the door. Nope, I got it . . . you two mortals sit and have your nice little father-son chat.

Well, this is unexpected. The Pharaoh’s runt is here. Sorry, Yugi, Ryou’s currently . . . whoa. You’re here to talk to me? Mind if I ask why, for the love of Ra, you want to talk to me of all people?

Oh Ra. The messes I get myself into without even fucking trying. There’s a god up there laughing at me, I just know it.

Due to my comments at the arcade, little Yugi really has put two and two together about his yami. Problem? He has absolutely no idea how to act on it.

I have now become the sexual advisor to the Pharaoh’s midget. How the fuck . . . wait a moment. This presents far too good an opportunity for me to pass up.

Hold on to your leather pants, Pharaoh. Your sex life is about to get a kick in the right direction.