Pharaoh and the Thief

Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Warning: Lemon, Yaoi, and brooding
Author’s Note: Sorry guys, I’m a little late. Lost track of the days. But nevertheless, here is the next chapter. Things are taking a bit of a turn. Once again thanks for the reviews!

Chapter 7

Bakrua woke up feeling very warm and very happy. He tried to roll over and realized the warmth was from Atem’s body wrapped around his. Bakura smiled and relaxed in the other man’s arms.

Even though, he felt apprehensive about what he’d just done. What had he gotten himself into? But it felt so good for someone to need him like that. For someone to want him like that. To be close to someone again.

With a start, Bakura realized he hadn’t had his usual nightmares of his village. Nor had he had them last time he slept. He puzzled over this and could only come up with Atem having something to do with it. Insane as it was, he felt safe with Atem. He barely knew the other man, but he made Bakura....happy.

A smile graced Bakura’s lips as he turned over in Atem’s arms and snuggled closer to him.

Bakura’s movements woke Atem. He looked down at the snowy head buried in his shoulder and smiled. He touched Bakura’s hair, always amazed at how soft it was.

Bakura looked up at the touch, and met Atem’s eyes. The lust that had been there before was gone, but it was replaced with something else. What? Atem thought. Love?

Before he could think on this anymore, Bakura kissed him softly. It was full of tenderness and compassion, and Atem returned it whole heartedly.

Once they broke the kiss, they laid there for awhile, comfortable in each other’s embrace. Atem was playing with Bakura’s hair, running his fingers through it.

“What do we do now?” Bakura wondered aloud.

Atem didn’t answer immediately. “I don’t know,” he said softly. “Do we have to do anything yet?”

Bakura smiled. “No,” he whispered. “We don’t.”

Atem glanced down at Bakura. “How do you feel?”

“Wonderful,” Bakura replied, wrapping his arms around Atem’s waist and pulling himself closer.

Atem was about to respond, but Bakura interrupted him. “And my injuries are fine. You didn’t hurt me.”

Atem grinned. “Am I that predictable?” he asked jokingly.

Bakura shook his head. “No. I definitely did not predict this.”

Atem sighed. “Nor did I.”

“You’re not disappointed are you?” Bakura questioned.

“No,” Atem said as he kissed him. “Not at all.”

Atem untangled himself from the sheets and Bakura’s appendages and sat up. Bakura’s eyes followed his movements, traveling up his strong back. He replaced his gaze with his fingers, trailing them lightly down Atem’s smooth skin. Atem shivered under the unexpected touch, making Bakura grin in satisfaction. Bakura sat up and wrapped his arms around Atem’s waist and pressed his chest to his back, resting his chin on Atem’s shoulder.

Atem sighed contentedly and leaned back against Bakura. Bakura kissed his neck, working his way up to the blonde’s ear and running his tongue along the curve. “Ready for another go?” he asked mischievously.

“Do you even have to ask?” Atem responded, turning around in Bakura’s arms to meet his lips in a passionate kiss that left them both gasping for air. Bakura grinned impishly at Atem and flipped him over on the bed so he ended up straddling Atem’s hips. He wiggled them suggestively before lavishing kisses down Atem’s chest.

The blonde Egyptian moaned as Bakura swirled his tongue around a nipple before taking it gently in his teeth. He groaned again as Bakura continued to roll the hardened nub between his teeth while his thumb rubbed over the other. Atem’s fingers found their way into Bakura’s silky hair, gripping tightly.

“Mmmmm.....Bakura,” Atem moaned as the other man released the hardened nub from between his teeth and licked up Atem’s chest in one stroke, stopping at his lips and devouring them in a kiss. Bakura’s hand moved between their bodies and grasped both of their growing erections, stroking them as one.

Atem immediately arched his back into Bakura’s hand, running his own over Bakura’s back, tracing healing scars with sensitive fingers. As both of them felt their climaxes nearing, Bakura loosened his grasp. Atem mewled at the loss of contact

“No,” Bakura grunted, “I don’t want you to come until I’m inside you.” Atem nodded in agreement, unable to speak as he accepted the two fingers Bakura offered, sucking fervently. When he released the thief’s fingers, Bakura spread Atem’s thighs and positioned himself between them; inserting one slick finger into Atem’s engulfing heat.

Atem let out a moaning scream and thrust back on the intrusion, pleading wordlessly for more. Bakura complied, forcing in another finger. He glided his other hand up and down Atem’s inner thigh soothingly as he forced his fingers in deeper, hitting that spot that made Atem arch his back and scream.

Bakura smiled and hit that spot once again as he hoisted one of Atem’s legs over his shoulder and pulled out.

Atem was breathing hard as his vision still reeled. Bakura used this momentary distraction to sheath himself to the hilt inside Atem’s tight warmth.

Atem screamed again, throwing his head back into the pillow and fisting the sheets on either side of him. Bakura’s trailed his fingers down the thigh over his shoulder as he allowed the other man to adjust to his length.

Atem tried to calm his breathing and pushed back on Bakura’s length. The thief smiled down at him and pulled out slowly, only to thrust back in, hitting his bundle of nerves head on.

Stars exploded in his vision once more and Atem growled, slamming his hips to meet Bakura’s thrusts.

Atem looked so lovely, all his composure forgotten, that Bakura leaned down to claim his quivering lips in a heated kiss as he hit his prostate over and over.

Bakura’s hand somehow found its way in between their tightly pressed bodies and wrapped around Atem’s length. A few quick strokes and Atem came screaming between them. Atem’s muscles tightened on him and with one more thrust, Bakura came as well, throwing his head back, growling as his white hair flipped around his head enticingly.

“Atem,” a voice said from the doorway, “Akhenden sent me to find-”

Both men turned to look towards the door at the sound of the voice. Seth stood frozen, one hand on the door knob, mouth gaping open slightly.

“Shit,” Atem muttered, extracting himself from under Bakura who looked rather pleased with himself. Seth quickly regained his composure, lowering his eyes.

“Shall I wait outside?” he asked in a steady voice.

“No,” Atem said as he stumbled out of the bed, pulling on a robe, “I don’t want to discuss this in the corridor.” Seth nodded curtly, still averting his eyes. Atem managed to pull some trousers on, falling in the process which caused Bakura to laugh softly from behind him.

“It’s been awhile since I’ve scandalized a priest,” Bakura snickered. Seth shot him a warning look as the thief lounged in all his naked glory on the bed. Seth sneered in distaste and turned to Atem, who had managed to properly dress himself.

“What are you doing?” Seth asked, scowling.

“What does it look like, priest?” Bakura asked with a devilish grin. Atem shot Bakura a warning, but amused look before turning back to his friend.

“Don’t mention it to anyone yet,” Atem said. Seth eyed the both of them.

“He’s not very modest is he?” he inquired of Atem. The blonde Egyptian turned to see Bakura sprawled, still naked, sweaty, slightly bruised, and covered in Atem’s seed, on the bed looking perfectly at ease. Atem smiled at him.

“No, he isn’t.” Seth rolled his eyes, but complied with the Pharaoh’s wishes.

“I won’t say a word,” he conceded graciously. “And I won’t be coming in here unannounced ever again,” he replied sourly. “I’d like to keep my eye sight.”

Bakura chuckled at the priest’s response, and even Atem cracked a smile.

“Fair enough,” Atem said as Bakura’s arms snaked around his waist and pulled him back to the bed.

“I’ll be out in a minute,” Atem called as Seth was closing the door.

“Take your time,” he said wryly as he closed the door behind him.

Atem laughed softly as Bakura nuzzled his face in Atem’s shoulder.

“I didn’t mean to get you in trouble,” Bakura said softly.

“You didn’t,” Atem said with a smile, turning to face Bakura.

“Since when do priests follow the orders of stewards?” Bakura inquired.

Atem shifted on the bed then answered, “He’s a friend.”

Bakura nodded in understanding. The thief looked absolutely delightful, Atem noticed, with his hair tousled from sleep and his eyes still containing a satiated glaze. His bruises were nearly gone, Atem noted. There was just the barest trace of the one on his face, but it disappeared in the shadows of his hair. The sheet was pooled around Bakura’s lower half, barely hiding his modesty.

“What are you staring at?” Bakura asked playfully.

“You,” Atem said with a grin, leaning in to give him a chaste kiss before regretfully climbing from the bed.

Bakura purred at the compliment, running his finger suggestively down his chest.

“Get dressed,” Atem said with a laugh. “I’ll be back later with lunch.”

“I hope that’s not all you have for me,” Bakura mumbled, earning a grin from Atem as he slipped through the door after Seth.

XxXxXxXxXxX

Atem found Seth a few feet down the corridor, waiting for him. As Atem approached, Seth noted the slightly flushed look of the pharaoh raised an eyebrow as he approached.

“Don’t say anything,” Atem said, feigning irritancy.

“I wouldn’t dare, my pharaoh,” Seth replied with a bow.

Atem looked at him earnestly. “Thank you, for not acting like that in front of him.”

“Of course,” Seth replied. “Though it is beyond me why you want to hide something like that from him.”

Atem shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s just easier when I’m not a pharaoh.”

Seth studied the pharaoh. “Do you really think this is wise?” he inquired softly.

Atem shrugged. “Probably not. But for once, I don’t care. He makes me feel...”

“Special?” Seth offered. Atem chuckled.

“I’m a pharaoh, a god. I don’t need anything else to make me feel special.” He looked thoughtful for a moment. “Alive. He makes me feel alive.”

Seth looked skeptical. “No matter how he makes you feel, my pharaoh, do not forget he is a criminal.”

Atem looked sorrowful. “I know,” he whispered.

XxXxXxXxXxX

Bakura sat on the vacant bed, fully dressed, thinking about his situation.

He was crazy. This was crazy. What was he doing bedding the pharaoh’s steward when he should be planning his assassination?

Bakura felt comfortable in Atem’s presence, able to let down all his guards. This in itself should make him wary, but it didn’t. When he was with him, he stopped thinking about his mission in life, his revenge, his loss, and was able to enjoy himself for once without having the tiring weight on his shoulders. He could afford to be carefree.

It was at that moment that Bakura realized how tired he had become. After his village’s murder, his life had become an endless mission of vengeance. He’d fallen into the life of a thief easily. Always on the run, always fighting for his life, never a second to really think about how things would be after he killed the pharaoh. His whole life was the path to the pharaoh’s destruction. What would become of him once he succeeded? Would he just fade away into the desert sands? Settle down in a remote village? Continue thieving?

He didn’t know. Then of course, there was the question of Atem. What would he do when Bakura murdered the pharaoh? Would he forgive him? Would he still love him?

Love? The word came out of nowhere in Bakura’s mind, feeling foreign and unnatural to him. It wasn’t something he has known since Kul Elna. Besides, how could he love someone he had known for a few days? No, love was not the right word, but there was a deep fondness that Bakura could not deny, even to himself.

Bakura sighed, running a hand through his fluffy hair. Even after that realization, it still left him with an unanswered question. What was he going to do now?

He stood from the bed and looked at himself in the mirror. He was practically healed. There would be no more reason for him to stay much longer, and more likely than not, he’d be sent back to the dungeon to await his punishment. Did a steward have enough standing to get him out of it? Bakura doubted it.

He could feel a headache forming from all these annoying questions. Sometimes he really hated his life. He could never just be without questioning himself.

He would have to leave, he decided finally. He couldn’t allow himself to be put at the pharaoh’s mercy. No, he would stay until he saw Atem once more, explain things to him, and then leave.

Bakura didn’t know why, but he felt like he could trust the spiky haired Egyptian. He was not one to trust easily, yet Atem managed to break through all his barriers like no one else ever had.

The thought scared him a little, but Bakura refused to question it anymore.