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I Swear... or Not
Yes, I know. Funky title. What do you expect from me? X3
Anyway, this is the story version of my Compiled and Edited RP session that I posted on here previously. This WOULD have been out a lot sooner if I hadn't been sick, and if AFF.net hadn't been having their own problems. ^^;
As with my stories on FF.net: read, enjoy, and then review.
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Yu-Gi-Oh!
The Han Solo and the Princess Complex
CHAPTER ONE – I SWEAR… OR NOT
To say that living in the modern world was bad would not have been the entire truth. It was damn convenient, with most of the things that were a precious commodity in his time available at the flick of a switch in this time. Truth be told, there was only one factor of his life now that really bothered Atemu, former pharaoh of Khemet – what people nowadays called Ancient Egypt – and King of Games. That was the company he was forced to keep. Said company was sitting across the table, glaring at him darkly, a he he wished him nothing but ill (which, all things considered, he probably did).
Atemu sighed quietly, trying to focus on what his hikari, Yugi Mutou, and his friend, Ryou Bakura, were talking about. It was a bit difficult though, what with the daggers glaring at him and all. The fact that his stomach had been behaving rather oddly for the past few hours since dinner was not helping much either.
“I’m sorry, aibou,” he said, interrupting their conversation as he stood up. “I’m not feeling so well. I’m going to lay down.”
“Awww… what’s the matter, your highness-ness?” Yamkurakura sneered, still glaring at him. “Tummy ache?”
Atemu glared at him as Ryou reached over and smacked him upside the head. “Grow up, you.”
Bakura rubbed the back of his head, turning his glare to his own hikari. The pharaoh took that moment to make his retreat, heading down the hallway from the kitchen to his bedroom. About halfway there, something stirred painfully in his stomach, nearly making him double over. He quickened his pace, bypassing his bedroom and heading for the bathroom instead.
He had a feeling this night was not going to be too pleasant…
~.oOOo.~
Bakura shifted in his seat, annoyed. The only reason he had agreed to come to the runt’s house was because of the opportunity to torment the pharaoh. Now that said pain-in-his-ass had gone off to places unknown, he was left listening to two hikari’s babble about absolute nonsense.
Namely, he was bored out of his skull.
Frustrated, Bakura stood up suddenly, muttering that he was leaving, stalking out of the kitchen before the two boys could protest. He prowled down the hallway, fully intent on doing what he said he was going to do, when one of the doors that lined the space made him stop. It was cracked open slightly, and while it was dark beyond, someg lig lit the inside with a soft green glow. Curious in spite of himself, he cracked the door open further to look inside.
The first thing he saw was a computer resting on a desk in the corner of the room. What looked like a speaker was turned on, and was the source of the light, as well as the soft Japanese music that was playing so low he could barely hear it. The second thing he noticed, however, was the bed… and the familiar form curled up on it…
Smirking to himself, Bakura slipped into the room without a sound, returning the door to its previous position. He crept over to the side of the pharaoh’s bed, looking down at him as he winced, curling up a bit tighter. It was not every day that the tomb robber got to see his high and mighty-ness looking so weak, and frankly, he was rather enjoying it. He opened his mouth to gloat, to make the pharaoh feel even worse than he was already, when the squeaking of the bed made him stop. Atemu had rolled over onto his back on the bed, and even in the darkness of the room, Bakura could tell that he was looking up at him.
“Bakura…?”
The tomb robber froze… though he could not understand why. The way the pharaoh was looking up at him… the way he had said his name… he knew he was probably delirious, but it sounded and seemed… odd. He could not describe it…
His hand shaking slightly, Bakura reached out to brush the golden bangs away, pressing the hand against the pharaoh’s forehead and face lightly. He felt slightly hot, but it was obvious that his body was cooling; so maybe he was not delirious. Maybe he was just looking for attention or something…
Atemu leaned into his touch, reaching up to let his fingers brush against his hand and making Bakura freeze again. What the hell was that damn idiot pharaoh doing?! He hated him… rig Of Of course he hated him; the hate was mutual after all. What self-respecting thief was NOT annoyed by his highness-ness? He was stuck up, irritating, self-centered, rambled constantly about justice and the importance of his companions, always acted so strong and important…
…though now he looked rather vulnerable…
…and frail…
…and not so annoying…
Bakura blinked, suddenly finding himself hovering bare inches away from the pharaoh. When the HELL had he bent over like that? He moved to get away…
The pharaoh grabbed his hand… and he froze yet again, before he could even get the chance to escape…
Bakura swallowed softly, wondering what the hell was wrong with the both of them. It was not like the pharaoh was holding onto him very tightly or anything, and he could just easily break away… so why was he still standing there? Why the heck was the pharaoh even touching him in the first place? Last time he checked, his royal highness-ness could not stand the sight of him, not to mention touching him…
…and then there was that odd look in his eyes…
His heart hammering a rapid rhythm in his chest, Bakura leaned down the rest of the way, brushing his lips lightly against the pharaoh’s. He pulled away slightly to see that the smaller man’s expression had not changed – if anything he was looking up at him expectantly. The tomb robber sat down on the edge of the bed before snaking his arms under the pharaoh, pulling him up and into a soft kiss…
Bakura thought that he had to be dreaming or something, as Atemu reached up to rest his hands on his shoulders. Though… admittedly, he was not sure if this would be considered a nightmare or not. It felt… oddly pleasant, but he did not know why it felt that way. There was this strange… urge pulsing though his body, an urge that made him pull the pharaoh closer, rubbing soft circles on his back.
A soft hum of appreciation escaped from the pharaoh, the sound buzzing in Bakura’s mind. His tongue slipped out before he could stop it, stroking Atemu’s lower lip in request. He parted his lips obediently, and the tomb robber hesitated a moment before slipping his tongue inside. One hand trailed down to gently massage the pharaoh’s side as Bakura took his time to browse around his mouth, his other hand pulling him closer to deepen the kiss even more. The tomb robber was not even thinking anymore, instead letting the strange urge guide him along, pulling his hand down further to brush against the pharaoh’s crotch…
Bakura did not know what happened, but suddenly the hands that had been on his shoulders forced him away. Atemu looked up at him, eyes wide in shock, lips still parted as he gasped for air. He pushed himself away from Bakura, pressing himself up against the headboard of his bed, looking absolutely horrified at what had just happened.
“Tch,” was Bakura’s only remark. He stood up and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him and leaving a confused Atemu on the bed.
Atemu did not move for a long moment, until the door opened again and his aibou poked his head in. Out in the hall, he could just barely hear Ryou shouting for his other half to stop.
“Mou hitori no boku, what happened?” Yugi asked, walking into the room. “You all right? You’re flushed!”
Atemu shook his head to clear it, giving his hikari a brave smile and insisting he was perfectly fine, all the while ignoring the fact that his pants were a little tighter than usual. He thought he had been dreaming… though… why he would consider a dream consisting of THAT with HIM pleasurable was beyond him…
“I’m fine, aibou,” he insisted again, as Yugi reached up to feel his forehead. “Just still not feeling well… that’s all… I swear.”
~.oOOo.~
A week later found Atemu walking along the mall side-by-side with his aibou, letting out several exhausted yawns as he did so. Since being kissed by that damn tomb robber, he had not been able to get a decent night’s sleep no matter how hard he tried. His mind wandered too much to allow his eyes to close; and even when he DID have the occasion to close his eyes, his dreams were plagued by visions of Bakura having his way with him, and him enjoying every minute of it. He had lost count of the times he had woken up, only to have to bundle up his bed sheets and night pants and run them down to the washer and dryer in the basement before Yugi’s mother, grandfather, or – even worse – Yugi himself woke up. He could not even IMAGINE what trying to explain something like that would be like, and did not want to find out either.
“Mou hitori no boku?” Yugi asked, peering up at him curiously. “What’s wrong? You’ve been tired and spacing out a lot lately.”
Atemu smiled down at him, fighting off another yawn. What made everything going on with ra era even worse, was that he had promised his hikari that he would be the only person for him. Though, admittedly, their attempts to consummate their relationship had been awkward to the point where one of them ended up walking away, he had written that off as his aibou simply not being ready for that kind of intimacy yet. He hated to think that he was so desperate to get laid that he was fantasizing about the TOMB ROBBER; it made him feel so… dirty.
“I’m fine, aibou. I swear,” he said, though he was not sure if he’d still be fine if they ran into Bakura while mall browsing…
“Oy! Yugi!”
Atemu tensed up slightly, wondering if it was too late to knock on a piece of wood. Yugi frowned up at him, before turning and waving energetically.
“Marik!” he exclaimed.
The pharaoh turned… and nearly melted into a relieved little puddle when he saw the bleach-blonde Egyptian. Marik Ishitar ran up to the two of them, a big smile on his face.
“When did you get back in Japan?” Yugi asked excitedly.
“Just last night,” he answered, giving Yugi a quick hug. “I’m not going to be here for long though. Only for the four weeks the Egyptian exhibit is running at the museum, then on my way to jolly ‘ole England.”
He made a face, as if the thought was not very jolly at all. Atemu chuckled, getting another grin out of the Egyptian boy, before his chuckle turned into a yawn.
Marik frowned. “You all right, pharaoh?”
Atemu sighed, nodding. “I’m fine. I swear.”
“Yugi! Marik!”
The pharaoh tensed up again; that was defely ely Ryou this time, and where the hikari was, the yami was not that far behind. He did not turn around as the white haired teen ran up, practically glomping Yugi and Marik. Of course, he did not NEED to turn around anyway; he could feel the tomb robber glaring daggers at his back without looking. He shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot, trying to focus on what the teenagers were talking about…
“Hey, tomb robber,” Marik said, looking up. “Stop looking at the pharaoh like he’s a piece of meat, hunh?”
Oh that did it.
Atemu moved away from Bakura, pointedly ignoring the tomb robber as he started back the way he and Yugi had come.
“Sorry, aibou, but I think I left something in the last store we were at,” he said, the excuse sounding lame in his ears. “I’m just going to check real quick.”
He did not stay long enough to see if anyone responded or not; he just wanted to get to some sort of relative safety as soon as humanly possible. It did not take long for him to realize that he was not going to be reaching any kind of safe haven anytime soon, as he caught sight of Bakura’s reflection in a store window as he passed. Growling under his breath, he turned off into a deserted side hall that led to the mall bathrooms, before whirling around, trying to glare down the tomb robber.
“WHY can’t you leave me alone?!” he demanded, infuriated.
Bakura smirked… and that was the only warning Atemu got as he was slammed up against the wall, his head thudding against it painfully, his arms pinned tightly by the tomb robber’s hands. The pharaoh tried his best to glare at his assailant, but he could not keep the slightly fearful look off of his face. This was the TOMB ROBBER, after all; if he would not hesitate to steal a body from its eternal resting place, who knew what else he was capable of?
“Why?” Bakura demanded, giving him a hard look.
“Why what?” Atemu shot back.
“You know what.”
Atemu growled under his breath. “I was sick, and half asleep after throwing up most of what I had eaten. I THOUGHT I was dreaming. Happy?”
Bakura raised an eyebrow, slightly amused and off off at once. “So… it’s okay for you to dream about me kissing you, but forget about it in real life?”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” he bit out in reply.
Bakura laughed humorlessly, edging a little closer. Atemu’s eyes widened slightly, realizing how very, very BAD this position could be for him…
“And…?” the tomb robber practically purred.
“And what?” Atemu snapped, struggling against his grasp.
Bakura smirked, as if he thought him to be totally clueless… like it was his fault he could not understand how a tomb robber was supposed to think… assuming he thought at all. The tomb robber leaned in close, resting his cheek against his, his warm breath caressing the pharaoh’s ear…
“Did you enjoy it…?”
Bakura pulled back, eyebrow raised, expecting an answer. Atemu gave him the best glare he could muster before replying.
“To put it as crudely as you would,” he began. “I haven’t gotten any in three thousand years. I'm just a LITTLE horny.”
The tomb robber looked like he was fighting between laughing out loud and punching him in the gut. A smirk finally settled over his lips as he stepped closer still, practically nose to nose with him…
“How horny?” he asked softly… before grinding his hips painfully against him.
Atemu’s eyes widened in shock and horror, and he probably would have shouted if the tomb robber had not quickly covered his mouth with his own, his tongue invading his mouth before he could stop it. The pharaoh struggled, trying to get Bakura off of him as his tongue practically plundered his mouth. His fight was stopped however as the tomb robber grinded against him again, a silent command for him to knock it off. Atemu whimpered softly, but complied, letting Bakura do what he wanted, uttering promises of his death in his mind…
After a long moment, the tomb robber finally pulled away, an unreadable expression on his face. Atemu glared back up at him, trying to regain his breath and his dignity, though he could not deny the fact that he was afraid of what he might try next. After a long, drawn out moment, Bakura shoved him against the wall roughly before stalking away.
Atemu stared after him for a moment, before letting out a groan, sliding down the wall till he was sitting on the floor with his legs curled up to his chest.
Just… what exactly… was WRONG… with him…?
~.oOOo.~
Meanwhile, two hikaris and a Marik were standing just outside the side hallway that Bakura had assaulted the pharaoh in, all three of them with shocked expressions on their faces. They were too shocked to speak even, though Ryou was making a good attempt at it.
“Did I…? Did we…? Did…?”
“Yeah, Ryou…” Marik replied, snapping out of it a bit. “You had to be blind not to see that.”
“My yami…” Yugi began, before looking up to Ryou. “And your yami…? But… they ABHOR each other!”
Marik nodded in agreement. “It’s the Han Solo and the Princess Complex.”
“Yeah…” Ryou agreed… before he took a moment to think that statement through. “Wait, the WHAT?!”
Marik grinned slightly. “You know; the Han Solo and the Princess Complex! They hate each other so much, they can’t help but love each other.”
Yugi just gave the Egyptian a dull look. “Marik-kun… you’re not allowed near my American movie collection any more.”
He gave the shorter teen a sour look in response. “Hey, I read the manga first…” He trailed off, before his eyes lit up as a sudden idea struck him. “Ohhhh…! Oh, oh, oh, oh…!”
“Oh, what?” Ryou asked, raising an eyebrow.
Marik grinned devilishly. “I can’t WAIT to tell Kaiba…”
Anyway, this is the story version of my Compiled and Edited RP session that I posted on here previously. This WOULD have been out a lot sooner if I hadn't been sick, and if AFF.net hadn't been having their own problems. ^^;
As with my stories on FF.net: read, enjoy, and then review.
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Yu-Gi-Oh!
The Han Solo and the Princess Complex
CHAPTER ONE – I SWEAR… OR NOT
To say that living in the modern world was bad would not have been the entire truth. It was damn convenient, with most of the things that were a precious commodity in his time available at the flick of a switch in this time. Truth be told, there was only one factor of his life now that really bothered Atemu, former pharaoh of Khemet – what people nowadays called Ancient Egypt – and King of Games. That was the company he was forced to keep. Said company was sitting across the table, glaring at him darkly, a he he wished him nothing but ill (which, all things considered, he probably did).
Atemu sighed quietly, trying to focus on what his hikari, Yugi Mutou, and his friend, Ryou Bakura, were talking about. It was a bit difficult though, what with the daggers glaring at him and all. The fact that his stomach had been behaving rather oddly for the past few hours since dinner was not helping much either.
“I’m sorry, aibou,” he said, interrupting their conversation as he stood up. “I’m not feeling so well. I’m going to lay down.”
“Awww… what’s the matter, your highness-ness?” Yamkurakura sneered, still glaring at him. “Tummy ache?”
Atemu glared at him as Ryou reached over and smacked him upside the head. “Grow up, you.”
Bakura rubbed the back of his head, turning his glare to his own hikari. The pharaoh took that moment to make his retreat, heading down the hallway from the kitchen to his bedroom. About halfway there, something stirred painfully in his stomach, nearly making him double over. He quickened his pace, bypassing his bedroom and heading for the bathroom instead.
He had a feeling this night was not going to be too pleasant…
~.oOOo.~
Bakura shifted in his seat, annoyed. The only reason he had agreed to come to the runt’s house was because of the opportunity to torment the pharaoh. Now that said pain-in-his-ass had gone off to places unknown, he was left listening to two hikari’s babble about absolute nonsense.
Namely, he was bored out of his skull.
Frustrated, Bakura stood up suddenly, muttering that he was leaving, stalking out of the kitchen before the two boys could protest. He prowled down the hallway, fully intent on doing what he said he was going to do, when one of the doors that lined the space made him stop. It was cracked open slightly, and while it was dark beyond, someg lig lit the inside with a soft green glow. Curious in spite of himself, he cracked the door open further to look inside.
The first thing he saw was a computer resting on a desk in the corner of the room. What looked like a speaker was turned on, and was the source of the light, as well as the soft Japanese music that was playing so low he could barely hear it. The second thing he noticed, however, was the bed… and the familiar form curled up on it…
Smirking to himself, Bakura slipped into the room without a sound, returning the door to its previous position. He crept over to the side of the pharaoh’s bed, looking down at him as he winced, curling up a bit tighter. It was not every day that the tomb robber got to see his high and mighty-ness looking so weak, and frankly, he was rather enjoying it. He opened his mouth to gloat, to make the pharaoh feel even worse than he was already, when the squeaking of the bed made him stop. Atemu had rolled over onto his back on the bed, and even in the darkness of the room, Bakura could tell that he was looking up at him.
“Bakura…?”
The tomb robber froze… though he could not understand why. The way the pharaoh was looking up at him… the way he had said his name… he knew he was probably delirious, but it sounded and seemed… odd. He could not describe it…
His hand shaking slightly, Bakura reached out to brush the golden bangs away, pressing the hand against the pharaoh’s forehead and face lightly. He felt slightly hot, but it was obvious that his body was cooling; so maybe he was not delirious. Maybe he was just looking for attention or something…
Atemu leaned into his touch, reaching up to let his fingers brush against his hand and making Bakura freeze again. What the hell was that damn idiot pharaoh doing?! He hated him… rig Of Of course he hated him; the hate was mutual after all. What self-respecting thief was NOT annoyed by his highness-ness? He was stuck up, irritating, self-centered, rambled constantly about justice and the importance of his companions, always acted so strong and important…
…though now he looked rather vulnerable…
…and frail…
…and not so annoying…
Bakura blinked, suddenly finding himself hovering bare inches away from the pharaoh. When the HELL had he bent over like that? He moved to get away…
The pharaoh grabbed his hand… and he froze yet again, before he could even get the chance to escape…
Bakura swallowed softly, wondering what the hell was wrong with the both of them. It was not like the pharaoh was holding onto him very tightly or anything, and he could just easily break away… so why was he still standing there? Why the heck was the pharaoh even touching him in the first place? Last time he checked, his royal highness-ness could not stand the sight of him, not to mention touching him…
…and then there was that odd look in his eyes…
His heart hammering a rapid rhythm in his chest, Bakura leaned down the rest of the way, brushing his lips lightly against the pharaoh’s. He pulled away slightly to see that the smaller man’s expression had not changed – if anything he was looking up at him expectantly. The tomb robber sat down on the edge of the bed before snaking his arms under the pharaoh, pulling him up and into a soft kiss…
Bakura thought that he had to be dreaming or something, as Atemu reached up to rest his hands on his shoulders. Though… admittedly, he was not sure if this would be considered a nightmare or not. It felt… oddly pleasant, but he did not know why it felt that way. There was this strange… urge pulsing though his body, an urge that made him pull the pharaoh closer, rubbing soft circles on his back.
A soft hum of appreciation escaped from the pharaoh, the sound buzzing in Bakura’s mind. His tongue slipped out before he could stop it, stroking Atemu’s lower lip in request. He parted his lips obediently, and the tomb robber hesitated a moment before slipping his tongue inside. One hand trailed down to gently massage the pharaoh’s side as Bakura took his time to browse around his mouth, his other hand pulling him closer to deepen the kiss even more. The tomb robber was not even thinking anymore, instead letting the strange urge guide him along, pulling his hand down further to brush against the pharaoh’s crotch…
Bakura did not know what happened, but suddenly the hands that had been on his shoulders forced him away. Atemu looked up at him, eyes wide in shock, lips still parted as he gasped for air. He pushed himself away from Bakura, pressing himself up against the headboard of his bed, looking absolutely horrified at what had just happened.
“Tch,” was Bakura’s only remark. He stood up and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him and leaving a confused Atemu on the bed.
Atemu did not move for a long moment, until the door opened again and his aibou poked his head in. Out in the hall, he could just barely hear Ryou shouting for his other half to stop.
“Mou hitori no boku, what happened?” Yugi asked, walking into the room. “You all right? You’re flushed!”
Atemu shook his head to clear it, giving his hikari a brave smile and insisting he was perfectly fine, all the while ignoring the fact that his pants were a little tighter than usual. He thought he had been dreaming… though… why he would consider a dream consisting of THAT with HIM pleasurable was beyond him…
“I’m fine, aibou,” he insisted again, as Yugi reached up to feel his forehead. “Just still not feeling well… that’s all… I swear.”
~.oOOo.~
A week later found Atemu walking along the mall side-by-side with his aibou, letting out several exhausted yawns as he did so. Since being kissed by that damn tomb robber, he had not been able to get a decent night’s sleep no matter how hard he tried. His mind wandered too much to allow his eyes to close; and even when he DID have the occasion to close his eyes, his dreams were plagued by visions of Bakura having his way with him, and him enjoying every minute of it. He had lost count of the times he had woken up, only to have to bundle up his bed sheets and night pants and run them down to the washer and dryer in the basement before Yugi’s mother, grandfather, or – even worse – Yugi himself woke up. He could not even IMAGINE what trying to explain something like that would be like, and did not want to find out either.
“Mou hitori no boku?” Yugi asked, peering up at him curiously. “What’s wrong? You’ve been tired and spacing out a lot lately.”
Atemu smiled down at him, fighting off another yawn. What made everything going on with ra era even worse, was that he had promised his hikari that he would be the only person for him. Though, admittedly, their attempts to consummate their relationship had been awkward to the point where one of them ended up walking away, he had written that off as his aibou simply not being ready for that kind of intimacy yet. He hated to think that he was so desperate to get laid that he was fantasizing about the TOMB ROBBER; it made him feel so… dirty.
“I’m fine, aibou. I swear,” he said, though he was not sure if he’d still be fine if they ran into Bakura while mall browsing…
“Oy! Yugi!”
Atemu tensed up slightly, wondering if it was too late to knock on a piece of wood. Yugi frowned up at him, before turning and waving energetically.
“Marik!” he exclaimed.
The pharaoh turned… and nearly melted into a relieved little puddle when he saw the bleach-blonde Egyptian. Marik Ishitar ran up to the two of them, a big smile on his face.
“When did you get back in Japan?” Yugi asked excitedly.
“Just last night,” he answered, giving Yugi a quick hug. “I’m not going to be here for long though. Only for the four weeks the Egyptian exhibit is running at the museum, then on my way to jolly ‘ole England.”
He made a face, as if the thought was not very jolly at all. Atemu chuckled, getting another grin out of the Egyptian boy, before his chuckle turned into a yawn.
Marik frowned. “You all right, pharaoh?”
Atemu sighed, nodding. “I’m fine. I swear.”
“Yugi! Marik!”
The pharaoh tensed up again; that was defely ely Ryou this time, and where the hikari was, the yami was not that far behind. He did not turn around as the white haired teen ran up, practically glomping Yugi and Marik. Of course, he did not NEED to turn around anyway; he could feel the tomb robber glaring daggers at his back without looking. He shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot, trying to focus on what the teenagers were talking about…
“Hey, tomb robber,” Marik said, looking up. “Stop looking at the pharaoh like he’s a piece of meat, hunh?”
Oh that did it.
Atemu moved away from Bakura, pointedly ignoring the tomb robber as he started back the way he and Yugi had come.
“Sorry, aibou, but I think I left something in the last store we were at,” he said, the excuse sounding lame in his ears. “I’m just going to check real quick.”
He did not stay long enough to see if anyone responded or not; he just wanted to get to some sort of relative safety as soon as humanly possible. It did not take long for him to realize that he was not going to be reaching any kind of safe haven anytime soon, as he caught sight of Bakura’s reflection in a store window as he passed. Growling under his breath, he turned off into a deserted side hall that led to the mall bathrooms, before whirling around, trying to glare down the tomb robber.
“WHY can’t you leave me alone?!” he demanded, infuriated.
Bakura smirked… and that was the only warning Atemu got as he was slammed up against the wall, his head thudding against it painfully, his arms pinned tightly by the tomb robber’s hands. The pharaoh tried his best to glare at his assailant, but he could not keep the slightly fearful look off of his face. This was the TOMB ROBBER, after all; if he would not hesitate to steal a body from its eternal resting place, who knew what else he was capable of?
“Why?” Bakura demanded, giving him a hard look.
“Why what?” Atemu shot back.
“You know what.”
Atemu growled under his breath. “I was sick, and half asleep after throwing up most of what I had eaten. I THOUGHT I was dreaming. Happy?”
Bakura raised an eyebrow, slightly amused and off off at once. “So… it’s okay for you to dream about me kissing you, but forget about it in real life?”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” he bit out in reply.
Bakura laughed humorlessly, edging a little closer. Atemu’s eyes widened slightly, realizing how very, very BAD this position could be for him…
“And…?” the tomb robber practically purred.
“And what?” Atemu snapped, struggling against his grasp.
Bakura smirked, as if he thought him to be totally clueless… like it was his fault he could not understand how a tomb robber was supposed to think… assuming he thought at all. The tomb robber leaned in close, resting his cheek against his, his warm breath caressing the pharaoh’s ear…
“Did you enjoy it…?”
Bakura pulled back, eyebrow raised, expecting an answer. Atemu gave him the best glare he could muster before replying.
“To put it as crudely as you would,” he began. “I haven’t gotten any in three thousand years. I'm just a LITTLE horny.”
The tomb robber looked like he was fighting between laughing out loud and punching him in the gut. A smirk finally settled over his lips as he stepped closer still, practically nose to nose with him…
“How horny?” he asked softly… before grinding his hips painfully against him.
Atemu’s eyes widened in shock and horror, and he probably would have shouted if the tomb robber had not quickly covered his mouth with his own, his tongue invading his mouth before he could stop it. The pharaoh struggled, trying to get Bakura off of him as his tongue practically plundered his mouth. His fight was stopped however as the tomb robber grinded against him again, a silent command for him to knock it off. Atemu whimpered softly, but complied, letting Bakura do what he wanted, uttering promises of his death in his mind…
After a long moment, the tomb robber finally pulled away, an unreadable expression on his face. Atemu glared back up at him, trying to regain his breath and his dignity, though he could not deny the fact that he was afraid of what he might try next. After a long, drawn out moment, Bakura shoved him against the wall roughly before stalking away.
Atemu stared after him for a moment, before letting out a groan, sliding down the wall till he was sitting on the floor with his legs curled up to his chest.
Just… what exactly… was WRONG… with him…?
~.oOOo.~
Meanwhile, two hikaris and a Marik were standing just outside the side hallway that Bakura had assaulted the pharaoh in, all three of them with shocked expressions on their faces. They were too shocked to speak even, though Ryou was making a good attempt at it.
“Did I…? Did we…? Did…?”
“Yeah, Ryou…” Marik replied, snapping out of it a bit. “You had to be blind not to see that.”
“My yami…” Yugi began, before looking up to Ryou. “And your yami…? But… they ABHOR each other!”
Marik nodded in agreement. “It’s the Han Solo and the Princess Complex.”
“Yeah…” Ryou agreed… before he took a moment to think that statement through. “Wait, the WHAT?!”
Marik grinned slightly. “You know; the Han Solo and the Princess Complex! They hate each other so much, they can’t help but love each other.”
Yugi just gave the Egyptian a dull look. “Marik-kun… you’re not allowed near my American movie collection any more.”
He gave the shorter teen a sour look in response. “Hey, I read the manga first…” He trailed off, before his eyes lit up as a sudden idea struck him. “Ohhhh…! Oh, oh, oh, oh…!”
“Oh, what?” Ryou asked, raising an eyebrow.
Marik grinned devilishly. “I can’t WAIT to tell Kaiba…”