Moonlight Dancing

YRE: XD This was bugging me, so I kinda edited a few parts... I meant to do such a long while ago, but if you know me, then you know procrastination is my buddy X3

Disclaimer: I own neither YGO or Bette Midler, figures.

Warnings: Lemon. This is literary porn... Seriously. There's a plot though, kinda. I still find it to be cute, so hush XD

Dedication: =3 Written originally for Sharem as she had requested this as a challenge, I took it up because I love her. A lot. X3 Mine!

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~*Moonlight Dancing*~
~*Song by Bette Midler*~

“And we’re going to do what, again?”

~How 'bout a little bit, a little bit of moonlight dancin'~

Yami rolled his eyes as he swept up his keys and motioned Bakura to get his jacket on, trying to ignore the irritated note in the paler’s voice. “We’re going to spend a quiet night alone, that is, if I don’t beat you senseless because you’re taking so damn long…”

Bakura smirked and gently took his jacket from the other’s slender fingers, kissing the scarlet-eyed youth on the cheek as he chuckled. “Who’s to say I wouldn’t enjoy that?” He grinned sharply at Yami’s exasperated sigh, looping his arm around the narrow shoulders as he walked them out “And where are we going to be spending this ‘quiet night alone’?”

~Underneath the starry sky?~

“Not that it matters, because if it turns out my way, it won’t be so quiet…” The once tomb robber flicked his tongue at the other’s ear, raking long, pale fingers in the strands of tricolor spikes before being shoved away as Yami jumped into his car irritably.

“Listen, I planned this night!” Yami glared to match the frustrated look he was receiving from the taller, neither intimidated by the other in the least, the slightly younger of the two placing his keys in the ignition without breaking eye contact. “And we’re going to do everything I planned.” The blood red car growled to life, the soft hum of the engine caressing the air as he gripped the wheel, voice quieting somewhat as he gave in to a nearly pleading tone after taking a breath. “So get your freakin’ ass in the car or I’m leaving without you…”

~How 'bout a little bit, a little bit of moonlight dancin'?~

Bakura snickered as he slowly sauntered over to the other side, sliding into the seat next to his agitated boyfriend, and folding his arms behind his head as he leaned back. “You’re so strung up, Love.” He cracked an eye open, the sliver of chocolate laced with red laughing at Yami. “But we’ll fix that, let’s go, this night is yours.”

“Ours…”

~Just the moon and you and I.~

Yami’s voice came out quiet, and perhaps Bakura didn’t really hear it, but it was more a hushed promise than a statement, and he intended to keep his word. They drove a few miles, the smaller yami bickering with Bakura about which station to leave it on, finally giving up and having to deal with the screams and cries about blood splattering and suicide that made up the lyrics to most of the white haired spirit’s favorite songs.

“Honestly…” Yami muttered, blond brows knitting together as the car jolted with every thump of the music. “How Ryou lived with him in his head is beyond me… Stupid, homicidal dolt…”
A chilly hand cupped the scarlet-eyed boy’s cheek suddenly, causing him to jump slightly as the icy touch spreading across his flesh, causing him to face the well known, lazy smile on Bakura.

“I don’t care how loud the damn music is, I can still hear you, Pharaoh…” Yami gave him a small grin of apology, reluctantly turning his attention back to the road as they neared their destination.

~Mmm, just the moon and you and I.~

“The park?” Bakura seemed very unimpressed as they stepped out of the car, eyes scanning for anything that would explain why they were there. “We could have spent the night at home, having hot, sweaty sex-”

“Is that all you ever think about?!” The smaller shouted, fists clenched as he narrowed his eyes at Bakura, a twinge of hurt rustling among the pure exasperation running throughout his body. He was about ready to call it quits if the other didn’t show at least *some* interest in what he had planned.

Bakura stared at the once-pharaoh for a moment, startled at the sudden outburst, but reading the genuine stir of feelings glazing the teen’s scarlet depths. “I’m sorry, Yami.” He wrapped his arms around the slender form in further apology, nuzzling the boy’s neck, and feeling the tense muscles melt against him.

~Moonlight dancin', mmm, moonlight dancin'.~

Sighing in apology, Yami laced his arms around the other’s waist and walked, Bakura entwining their fingers together as he silently followed. The park wasn’t large, nor was it vastly popular due to its lack of playground, but it was picturesque all the same. Trees lined the perimeter and soaked the air with a faint stir of fresh leaves and chipped bark, grass coating the entire expanse of the park in a soft wave, patches trampled by earlier foot traffic, but even so the sight was calming and comforting all the same.

~How 'bout a little bit, a little bit of late night romance
Underneath the starry sky?~

Having not been paying the best attention, Bakura’s eyes widened as they came upon a clearing, sprinkled about them were candles upon candles, the small lake glinting with the shared auras of the flames and moon. The grass around them gleamed wet with the evening’s earlier shower, each blade seeming as though it were alight and winking at the pair, bowing softly with every stir of a breeze.

~How 'bout a little bit, a little bit of late night romance?
Just the moon and you and I.~

The taller’s jaw worked a bit, voice seemingly lost as he tried to say something to dignify what he saw. It was a losing battle though the deeper he was led amidst the candles, Yami smiling up at him and laughing very softly as he watched the stupefied Bakura look about in wonder.

“You… You did this?” Slightly broken, the white haired spirit’s voice finally slipped out, head tossing about as he tried to estimate just how many candles were strewn about, small flames flickering as the pair brushed against them.

~Mmm,~

A soft blush painted itself over Yami’s nose and he buried his head in the other’s chest to try and salvage at least a bit of the dignity he was so well known for. Nodding his head, Yami felt icy fingertips trace his jaw before gently tipping his head up, the genuine mist of love over the chocolate eyes hitching his breath as Bakura kissed him.

~Just the moon and you and I.~

The once pharaoh melted against the stronger form, clinging almost desperately to the coal tinged-denim jacket, slender fingers twisting in the thick folds, drawing Bakura ever closer. It was soft and just the right amount of passionate, their hearts flittering against their chests as though it were their first kiss. Neither tried to dominate, nor quite submit to the other, they merely shared the experience and savored it for what it was.

~Moonlight dancin', mmm, moonlight dancin'.~

The bittersweet end left Yami panting, eyes heavy with want even as he pulled away, sweet smile curving his lightly flushed face. “Kura…”

The taller smirked, edges sanded down as he lightly pecked Yami, Bakura brushing his hands just along the younger’s sides as he purred quietly beside the royal spirit’s ear. “Yes?”

Almost as though a spell had been broken, scarlet eyes flickered awake, an impish quality overtaking Yami’s face as he suddenly began to tug at Bakura’s clothes “Let’s go swimming!” The white haired teen scarcely had time to protest before he found himself shirtless, the quick fingers of the other flicking off his buckle and tearing down his jeans, the satisfactory mask Yami donned slightly unsettling.

“Yami!” Bakura choked on his words as he was suddenly shoved toward the small lake, ice-cold water flying through the air, some of the nearby candles hissing as they were abruptly put out.

~Ohh, nobody's gonna be there.~

The once-pharaoh giggled almost childishly, watching as Bakura sputtered and waded in the shallow water, black and ominous waves lapping around the pale body hungrily as he tried to get out, slipping on the rocks and falling with another great splash.

“I-I-I’m g-g-gon-nna k-kil-l y-youuu…” His teeth chattered violently, words barely slipping past while long, white arms wrapped around his muscular frame as he shivered and glared at the barely composed Yami.

“Can’t.” The scarlet-eyed youth grinned after regaining his breath and composure, hands planted along his hips in a show of triumph “Already dead.” Slow and determinedly, Yami slipped off his own clothes, lithe body arching and slithering out from the tight leather apparel, highly aware of the pretty show he was providing his still frozen boyfriend. “Besides, I’m joining you, so you can’t be all that mad.”

The murky depths of brown widened as he watched Yami run and suddenly dive into the frozen water, Bakura looking about in panic when the other didn’t surface immediately, and just before he took a breath to dive below as well, he felt oddly warm hands wrap around his ankles and tug. The white haired yami slipped beneath the dark liquid, a pair of hot lips covering his mouth as the now entangled pair slowly made their way back up.

Bakura gasped for breath, lungs screaming as a mouthful of water dribbled past his lips, legs and arms kicking and flaying to steady himself and his ‘captor’ above the surface. Yami’s slender arms wrapped around Bakura’s neck, soft, quiet breath brushing against icy flesh as he rested his head upon the taller’s shoulder. Relaxing, Bakura kicked out and allowed them to drift, the moon breaking into ripples with bits of stars and sky across the water’s black mirror.

~Ohh, so don't you wanna go where
We could dance across the sky,
leave the world behind us?~

“So your big plan was to dunk me in icy water and ‘save me’?” Bakura smirked, looking down at the smaller male and kissing the wet mop of tricolor hair that quivered with the younger spirit’s wavering giggle.

“No…” The other smiled, nuzzling the cool chest he rested upon quite comfortably. “I just felt like doing that at the moment. The water looked rather lonely, you know.” Yami laughed at his lover’s halfhearted growl, wrapping his legs around the paler yami’s waist and jerking his hips suggestively before Bakura got any ideas to return the favor. “But what I did plan will make it up to you.”

~Nothin' that we couldn't do.~

A white brow rose in curiosity, the paler yami smirking lividly all the same while crooning teasingly at the other. “Weren’t you the one complaining about how that’s all I ever think about?”

Yami shrugged, kissing Bakura temptingly against his throat, and untangling himself from the white body. “You should know all about a change of heart.” He grinned, slowly swimming back toward the small shore they had arrived at, the moon drowning Yami in white as he looked up, the complete serenity on his face nothing short of beautiful.

~Yeah, we could dance across the sky,
leave the world behind us.~

Clamoring onto the grass, Yami’s wiry frame shivered as a soft wind teased him, whipping at his wet skin and making him tremble automatically. Heavy drops slid down his chest and made a playground along his body, trickling slower over his hips before they curved over his legs. A veil of moonlight wrapped around him, gentle glow of the candles bathing his chilled flesh just as strong, possessive arms came up from behind and held him tight against an equally cold chest.

~Just the moon and me and you.
Mmm, just the moon and me and you.~

Tender kisses were placed upon his shoulder, Yami craning his neck back and allowing better access as Bakura continued to lead his lips, fiery paths sprouting from every soft touch and making his body ripple for very different reasons. He moaned quietly as icy fingertips fluttered over his chest, traced every rib, and danced to his hips, one arm lacing around his waist as the other pale hand dipped lower, Yami gasping when cold fingers enveloped his length. His mind muddled and body jerked as Yami tried to get away and yet find more of the painfully cold pleasure, finding a confusingly comfortable rock of his hips to go along with the chilly hand just as he whimpered in hazy confusion when Bakura seemed to pull away.

~We could hide inside the rhythm~

The taller carefully turned Yami around and shushed him, slender arms wrapping around his neck as Bakura slowly leaned down, knees slipping only a bit when they reached the grass, the scarlet-eyed youth cradled against him and gently set upon the ground. The smell of earth and wet flesh intensified then, the arousal in both of their eyes sparking vividly when the two lovers locked gazes, neither asking for anything in particular as shy and knowing smiles answered silent requests.

~'til the morning finds us.~

Yami mewled as Bakura lapped at his chest, the smaller frame shivering from cold and need as that amazingly talented and heated tongue did quite well in heightening the once-pharaoh’s senses. A starved mouth roamed the expanse of Yami’s body, teasing the quickly hardening buds with sharp nips and hard kisses, lips clasping one or the other before the paler appeased the frenzied pants with soothing swipes of his tongue. Bakura’s lips murmured pretty things to the other youth, whispering endearments and promises against the scarlet eyed spirit’s neck and throat and lightly parted mouth, the warmth of his breath making Yami shudder at such parallel sensations swept across his flesh.

On hands and knees, Bakura watched with awe the desperation and silent cry for more his lover radiated. Yami’s chest rose and fell in quick spurts, face flush and hardly masked by the candlelight, lidded eyes with slits of hungry crimson staring and pleading beneath fluttering lashes. The taller dipped down after not being able to just watch, catching Yami’s lips and kissing him harshly, a brush of his tongue headed as the younger spirit parted his mouth obediently, the flame licked passion of it all surging his need to taste such perfection thoroughly.

~Share a little ecstasy.~

Yami’s hips bucked and the sudden flash before their eyes was accompanied by startled moans, kiss broken as both breathed heavily when their erections met again and ground against one another for the mere painful pleasure of it. Small, delicate fingers took hold of one of Bakura’s hands, lust glazed brown enthralled as Yami took three pale digits in his mouth, slicking each of Bakura’s fingers and purring softly as he did so. Tongue flicking one last time at the thoroughly coated fingers, a tiny smile was drawn upon Yami’s lips as he parted his legs and lifted his waist just slightly. Bakura carefully followed through as he slid one digit past the faintly tensed entrance, waiting for the muscles to unclamp and recognize the intrusion, and then slid in the second, soothingly stretching his wanting lover while kissing the palm of Yami’s extended hand.

~Yeah, we could hide inside the rhythm
'til the morning finds us.~

The jarring cry torn from Yami’s throat suddenly made the taller smirk, the pharaoh was screamer and it never ceased to amuse him. Stroking the sensitive bundle of nerves again, Bakura graciously allowed for a bit more teasing as he slipped his other hand round the smaller’s length, grazing it with his short nails and watching Yami whimper helplessly beneath him. Pulling out his fingers after several moments of preparation, Bakura received an ungrateful look from his lover at the loss of pleasure, the once tomb robber purring heavily in assurance as he pressed the tip of his length against Yami’s entrance, scarlet eyes rolling back with a healthy moan as he felt himself fill soon after. Very used to this by now, and not one to complain about pain after having spent so much time with the paler, Yami was adjusted and ready before Bakura even slid in to the hilt, rolling his hips and wrapping his legs around the pale yami’s waist to shove him in faster. Bakura, in response, gasped at the sudden aggression, reveling in the tight heat he was enveloped in and unconsciously starting a rhythm, quickly altered to a more desperate pace when Yami groaned and thrust himself against the taller.

~If you come away with me,~

Yami’s arousal throbbed painfully as the two spirits lost themselves, Bakura’s cold grip soothing the heated, silken flesh as the younger yami began to keen loudly. Ragged breaths and worn out bodies became one, both in need of the other as they repeatedly crashed against one another. Sweet mingled with lips, messy claims of each other’s flesh twisting their minds and need tightly, pleasure clouding whatever coherency that may have been present.

~I'll show you how it feels to be~

Crying out sharply once more, Yami knew his breaking point was fast approaching and he moaned, breath caught when Bakura happened to ram into his prostate just as he tightened his hold on Yami’s arousal. The smaller writhed violently on the damp grass and parted his lips, neck craning to reach for white hot pleasure, body shuddering and spilling itself upon his and the other’s chest while his fingers clutched onto his lover for the sake of staying rooted to reality in some way.

~Moonlight dancin'.
Mmm, moonlight dancin'.~

The warm splash of Yami’s essence against his chilled body brought Bakura to his own edge, the sharp bite of muscles wound tightly around him and rippling as the smaller yami’s form convulsed, snapping what little restraint he had left, the pulsing waves of his seed filling the lithe body of his lover.

~Oh, we gonna sail on the wind.
Oh, so don't you wanna begin?~

Through clenched teeth, Bakura hissed the pharaoh’s name, pale body melting from its stiffened state, murky brown fluttering with exhaustion as he leaned forward and kissed the spent spirit beneath him. Heavy breathing crashing against his own, foreheads pressed against one another as Bakura rested for a moment, slowly bracing himself on elbows as he shifted to lay beside Yami, still enveloped by the small form that refused to release him as the younger yami’s legs were still wound firmly at his waist.

~Moonlight dancing, mmm, moonlight dancing.
How 'bout a little bit, a little bit?~

Regaining partial sense, Yami nuzzled the sweat slick form of his lover, arms tucked tightly against himself as Bakura cradled him, long, strong arms pulling the smaller closer. They glistened in the candlelight silently for long moments, flesh misted with their satisfaction and glazed with secret love between long dead rivals.

“I didn’t forget, you know…”

~How 'bout a little bit, a little bit of moonlight dancin'?~

Scarlet stirred and Yami peered up sleepily at the other, mind riddled with lovers’ fog and not fully comprehending the other until Bakura kissed him softly, the daze clearing enough so the smaller could smile. Three thousand years ago on this night, a lonely Pharaoh proclaimed his love for the fugitive Thief King, two star-crossed souls melting into one another for the first time. The scarlet-eyed spirit had counted down to this day, hopeful that his normally aloof lover would at least vaguely recall their history, and now that he knew that Bakura had recalled, Yami felt a warmth stir deep in his chest.

~Just the moon and you and I.~

Purring softly, Yami meekly kissed his Bakura back just as the Pharaoh had given his Thief his first kiss, familiar smirk curling the edges of his lips as he peered at the thief adoringly. “Damn Tomb Robber…” The smaller grinned, eyes slipping closed again and listening to the sound of the night and their breaths entwine. “Of all the things to fall in love with…”

~Moonlight dancin, mmm, moonlight dancing.~

Bakura chuckled despite the comment, drawing the faintly dozing Yami impossibly closer and speaking softly against the rim of the other’s ear. “Baka Pharaoh… I love you too…” With that he sighed pleasantly, letting sleep claim him as well, both darks swallowed by the night, shimmering beneath the gentle caress of the moon.

~Ooooh, ahhh…~

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YRE: Hurrah, it's not as lacking, though could still use some work XD I only worked on it because I grew bored of learning statistical research methods I already know, yay for putting off studying. Oh! And Thank you for the reviews! *hearts*

~YamiRynEnjeru