A Monarch's Thief

Disclaimer: ok, I don’t own YGO or anything else I may mention in the context of this fic.

Alright, this is a sister story to my other fic, Of Dice and Dragons. This explores the backstory behind the Yami/Bakura pairing. This is also the cure to my OD&D writer’s block (thanks Dr. Karen!)

So enjoy!


Right, I also want to mention that this is my first crack at this style of story so tell me how it works. Should I stick with the sarcastic humour of English Class and Yu-Gi-Oh! do not mix! Or the hopless romantic of Of Dice and Dragons?

…oh yeah, go read Of Dice and Dragons if you haven’t already, I think A Monarch’s Thief can stand on its own, but OD&D ood ood and you may possibly understand a bit more of this.

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A Monarch’s Thief

A paperweight.

A paperweight, a paperweight, the object of my desires for a paperweight.

That’s the only thought going through my mind at the moment I walk into the main lobby of the Kaiba Corporation building. Damn this building is unnecessarily large once you get inside, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think our dear Seto Kaiba was compensating for something, but I guess I’ll never know… But back to the situation which is beginning to truly arouse my ire, I’ve discovered that the root of all my problems remains the same now as it had in ancient times… you, the Pharaoh. I mean back in Ancient Egypt, you did have me executed which got me stuck in the Millennium Ring, which indirectly got me stuck here. I could deal with that. But now you’ve crossed the line.

I really should have seen this coming when I heard you had gotten togetherh Kah Kaiba, it’s only been a week and I already want to kill someone, preferably Kaiba.

So, I’m sure everyone out there in the convoluted recesses of my mind are all wondering just why I’m so angry… The answer is relatively simple, I want all the Millennium Items as they possess great power. You have one of these items—correction, you did. You see, when you got together with that baka Seto Kaiba, you decided (in all your infinite wisdom, yeah right) that you would give Kaiba the puzzle as a token of your affections. The most powerful Millennium Item is now being used as a paperweight on Seto’s posh CEO office desk instead of fulfilling my plans of world domination.

Ryou, now where is that little brat, I’ve been searching my soul room for the better part of a minute and I still haven’t been able to find him. I need him to sweet talk this stupid secretary into letting me into the elevator which leads up to Kaiba’s office. I look at my watch, one o’clock, I’ve still got lots of time before Kaiba gets back here… excellent, there’s Ryou.

Alright, now that I’ve temporarily relinquished control of my body, I might as well tell everyone why I’m here if it’s not obvious already while Ryou does what he does best—be sickeningly sweet. I intend to go up to Kaiba’s office and swipe some stuff, the Puzzle in particular, but if there’s something else that suits me up there, I’ll grab that too. I mean, I still can’t see you and Kaiba together in this time period because you two used to hate each other, but that’s beside the point. I don’t think I’ll ever understand you.

There we go, Ryou has done his job as my little apprentice. I almost have to wipe a tear from my eye as I step into the bullet-elevator and push the button for the twentith floor. He’ll make an excellent thief one of these days, as soon as I "explain" to him how stealing isn’t morally wrong if you have no morals.

While I’m waiting, I look to the mirrored walls of the elevator, damn someone isn’t vain.

‘Well, well, well, look what you’ve become Bakura… Put out of a job by the lack of tombs in this Ra-forsaken country and sent to the "Shadow Realm" by Malik during Battle City... You’ve done well.’ I muse sarcastically to myself.

I suppose I should be grateful to you, Pharaoh, for letting me out your mind. As much as I love to be inside the Millennium Puzzle, there were a few things I found in there that probably would have scarred me for life had I not been already dead. Speaking of being dead, that reminds me… I need to have some words with Malik about that, some very violent words. I mean sure, I am very amused when he talks of sending you "to the dreaded Shadow Realm" when he’s just euphemizing because he doesn’t want to say he’s going to kill you. Besides, I also don’t like when he sends me to that blasted Ra-damned realm. Ha, Shadow Realm equals death, that’s gold.

The elevator doors open and I slink through them and turn right. As I make my way to the massive polished oak doors which likely lead to Kaiba’s office, I look around on my way down the hall and take note of the vaulted ceiling which climaxes with those oak doors, easily fifteen feet tall… Kaiba is definetly compensating! The security guards scrutinize me as I walk past, obviously not recognizing me, yet they won’t say or do anything for fear of drawing Kaiba’s wrath upon them for delaying one of his precious potential clients. I smile to myself, what idiots these people must be… No wonder Kaiba hired them!

I have to admit, despite being oak and fifteen feet tall, these doors are very light. Remind me to give Kaiba credit for something, the last thing I needed was to have to use a crowbar to get these Ra-damned doors open.

Once inside, I look directly across the room at the massive windows giving a spectacular bird’s eye view of Domino. I’m tempted to go and marvel in awe at how beautiful the city looks from here, but my consience chides and reminds me that I’m here for a reason, and it’s not to sightsee. Tearing my eyes from the window, they fall on the now infamous office desk, it really is bigger than I had imagined, even with the compensation. I’mrtinrting to think that perhaps Kaiba isn’t compensating for something as much as he may be boasting about his own prowess in that same regard. In any case, my eyes focus on the black leather swivel chair behind the desk. I take careful note that it is facing me and definetly not hiding anyone. This is a good sign.

Then, a glint of sunlight coming in from the window and reflecting off of something catches my eye and I turn my head ever so slightly, and I see it.

There, sitting peacefully on top of a stack of reports (or something) is the object of my desires, my relic, the one and only, the omnipotent Millennium Puzzle. Frantically, I tear across the thrity odd feet seperating me and the desk, and I’m just about to reach out and grab the Puzzle when I hear a noise from an adjacent room to my left, and it was coming this way. I curse every god and semi-phenominal, nearly cosmic diety I know as, for some odd reason, I freeze. My legs refuse to work as I only have enough time to straighten myself to look less incriminating and turn around, only to come face to face with someone I had hoped I would never be alone in such close quarters with ever again.

I can see you’re staring at me like I’ve just had a small alien launch itself out of my abdomen and I want to turn and run, but I can’t. I’ve been caught and I know it, but in a way so have you. I saw that sparkle in your eyes when you first entered the room, and subsequently, I saw the disappointment in those eyes when you realized you stood before me and not Seto. You have no idea how much that hurt me when you did that, I can understand how you must feel for that baka, but it still hurts. I’m the first to regain my composure and I cast my eyes away, back to my right and towards the window where I see the Millennium Puzzle, the reason why I’m here. I swiftly realize that you’ re also back on your game the second you begin to speak.

"What the hell are you doing here, Bakura?" you snap at me, your voice with the same husky tone that so many people find as one of your more endearing qualities.

Hesitantly, I turn my eyes back to you and take you in fully. You’re now leaning against the door frame with a black button up silk shirt hanging open on your muscled torso and leather pants—your trademark in this time, it would seem. But these weren’t ordinary leather pants, they were red leather and they laced up in the front with black laces, there were also laces all the way down the outside of both of your legs, revealing the perfectly td skd skin all the way down, and all the way up if you catch my meaning. I also take the time to notice these particular pants flared out a little at the bottom and knowing your fetish for the skin tight I am intrigued. But my consciousness kicks in and I am forced to answer your demanding question.

"Well, I’ve come to relcaim what is mine." I state simply.

You sigh and I know that you have understood the implications of what I’ve just said, and I know you know exactly what I’m talking about. You push yourself off the doorframe and walk over to the leather chair and unceremoniously flop into it, putting your feet up on the desk and relaxing. If Seto knew you did that to his precious desk…

"You can’t just waltz in here and steal things, you must know that!" you tell me.

"Pharaoh, I’m a Tomb Robber, that’s what I do… In case you’ve forgotten." I reply.

"And what makes you think the Millennium Puzzle is yours to take?" you ask me, locking your eyes with mine, if only for an instant to prove your point.

My gaze shifts between you and the Puzzle which lies innocently between us; as my head moves back and forth, the Millennium Ring happily clinks against my chest.

"Because you’ve given up." I reply without thinking, my voice so quiet that I know you have to strain to hear it.

"What?" I hear you snap, obviously not understanding what I’ve said. If it would make you feel any better, I don’t know what I’m really talking about either, yet for some reason I answer quickly again.

"You’ve renounced who you are, don’t you see that?" I practically shout, "By abandoning the power of the Millennium Puzzle, you’ve forsaken the powers accorded to you with the title of Pharaoh and, as a result, your destiny… And to Kaiba no less."

I’m acutely aware of you when you jump out of your chair and come up to stand right in front of me. I know you’re angry and I’m probably going to hear about it in approximately 2.3 seconds. But in my mind’s eye, I see you standing in front of me, but not as the angry spirit who is actually before me, but as the ancient Pharaoh I knew so long ago. Those sexy threads you were wearing seemed to have been replaced with those royal robes I remember so fondly, you look better in them anyway. Even the atmosphere is beginning to change, one minute we were standing in Seto Kaiba’s office and the next I seem to be standing with you on top of the ancient Temple of Ra. This brings back memories…

In the back of my mind, I can hear you yelling at me about something. Probably along the lines of I don’t know what I’m talking about and am in no position to be telling you how to live your life. I don’t know how much more of this I can take, the sun is setting on the temple and everything is so romantic, just like it was so many thousands of years ago, back when it was just you and I.

Unconsiously, I hear myself telling you something about how you shouldn’t be making decisions of this magnitude until you get all of your memories back and you realize you’d be making a terrible mistake by giving the Puzzle away, even if it’s just to Kaiba. Truly you should know better than to give something that powerful to a man who has been corrupted by power, not only in Duel Monsters, but in life as well. For all I know, that’s probably what drew him to you, you are a powerful being Yami, with or without the Puzzle.

You’re getting frustrated now, I can see that in your eyes. I am thankful that I am bigger and physically stronger than you are, because if this comes down to physical blows, I know I can restrain you. Mentally, I know you could shread my soul and scatter it to all corners of the universe, both this world and the Shadow Realm. You’ve resorted to screaming at me, for what, I don’t know. I can see the tears falling from your eyes and streaming down your face for some unknown reason, but I know how hard you tried to keep those same tears from falling; even in Egypt, you would try so hard to stay strong for your people, you hardly ever cried. I know I must have really affected you now. From the way you’ve become practially hysterical, I would imagine you’re cursing me for insinuating that if you had your memories you would live your life differently. I think you’ve also gotten my meaning that I don’t approve of your relationship with Kaiba, so you decide to curse me for that too, as well as professing your unwavering love for him. Then I pay attention just long enough to hear something fall from your lips which is enough to make me snap.

"You know what Bakura? I’ve finally discovered what this is all about! You’re jealous of Kaiba."

Yeah, that did it. I lost it and, before I could react and stop myself, I slap you as hard as I could right across the face. I phase back completely into this reality of standing in Kaiba’s office and staring at your black sind rnd red leather ensemble, only to see you whip back to look at me with fire in your eyes as your hand comes up and absently touches the red mark where I had hit you. I am sure I see the flames of rage in your eyes, just as you must see them in mine. You’re absolutely right, I am jealous of Kaiba, but only because death stole you away from me and your imprisonment within the Millennium Puzzle has robbed you of your memories and has made you forget the times we shared…

I’ve run out of intellegent things to say. I’ve also exhausted my repetoire of things to do in this situation. You’re still taken aback from the slap and your hand is still lightly touching your face. I know I’ve lost all self-control now because I have this unshakable impulse to touch you.

My hand moves, shakily at first because I don’t know how you’ll respond, it presses itself against the hand on your face, which you jerk away almost instantly. With your hand gone, mine is free to lightly graze the tips of my fingers across one high, elegant cheekbone, which is only now starting to recover some of its natural colour. The second I touch you, I can feel you shiver, I know you’re afraid of what I’ll do to you, but I can’t seem to stop myself.

I take a step forward to get closer to you, now we’re mere inches apart. The hand that was formerly tracing your cheekbones is now cupped around the back of your head, the thumb gently massaging the skin right next to your ear. I don’t think I would have even noticed when my other arm reached out and settled on your waist, having slipped under the silk of your shirt, had you not shivered again from the cold touch of my hand against your bare flesh. I’m practically right up against you now, and I’ve decided what I need to do.

I close the last small amount of space between us, close my eyes, and softly but firmly press my lips to yours. I can both hear and feel you gasp beneath me as your eyes undoubtedly open in shock and you try desperately to shove me away, but remember my dear, I am physically stronger than you, you’re not getting away that easily.

After a second or two, I feel you sigh in defeat and wrap your arms around my neck. Ah Yami, I’ve always loved your logic, ‘if I’m going to be forced into doing something and there’s no way out of it, I might as well be comfortable’. I know you’re not enjoying this and there’s no way in the Seven Hells you’ll respond to me, other than potentially slapping me when this is over, yet I can’t help but marvel at how little you have changed since the ancient times. Your full lips are still as soft as they had been, perhaps even more so, and your lithe body was as muscularly toned now as it had ever been; or so I had imagined when I ran my hand over the well-developed muscles in your lower back. Your hair is even softer now than it was before, but it still retained that silkiness it always had, despite that crazy hairstyle.

I need to breathe, so reluctantly, I pull away with my eyes still closed. I breathe slowly, waiting for the inevitable; I am expecting you to hit me with all the strength your small frame can unleash, yet there is nothing but a bright light against my eyes. I open them slowly to find my Millennium Ring glowing against my chest and the Millennium Puzzle, glowing from atop the desk next to us. My gaze then shifts to you and my breath gets caught in my throat, by Ra you look radiant. Your arms had fallen away from my neck and you’re nearly limp in my arms, I know that if I had not had my arm around your waist, you likely would have fallen. Looking at your beautiful face, I see your eyes are wide open yet your irises are dilated to the point that I can no longer see your pupils, only two majestic rubies staring sightlessly at me. I am worried, I can hear your breathing and it’s dangerously shallow. Your mouth hangs slightly open, I just wish I knew why, you stand there with a look of wonder gracing your elegant features and I can do nng bng but shield my eyes from further damage by the bright light, and hold you close, protecting you from falling. Your head rests against my shoulder as your eyes finally flutter shut and your arms rest helplessly against your sides.

After what seemed like an eternity, the glow receded and I was able to open my eyes again. You’re still draped against me and I curse myself for being so selfish, this is all my fault and I don’t know if I’m ever going to be able to forgive myself. With any luck, Kaiba will not let me live through the night when he finds out what I’ve done to his boyfriend.

I’m beside myself with relief when you stir against my chest. I know you must think I’m Seto yet at this point, I’m not about to correct you as your arms wrap themselves around my waist and take a firm hold of the fabric of my black tee. I can feel you nuzzling into my neck and I’m content to just let this moment last for as long as possible before you come to your senses and push me away again. So imagine my surprise when, out of the corner of my eye, I can see you turn your gaze up to mine and whisper softly,

"Bakura, is that you or am I still dreaming?"

Needless to say, I’m a little shocked at your words. I’m at a loss myself and so you’re going to have to be happy when I nod my head and smile warmly towards you. I don’t even register you’ve moved your hands from my shirt to the back pockets of my baggy khaki pants until you squeeze my ass and I jump. I look down at you with a confused expression on my face, but you only laugh.

"What, don’t tell me you don’t like it when I do that anymore!" you say coyly.

That’s when it hit me, much like a goalie is hit in thead with a puck, you used to grab my ass all the time back in Egypt. But if you remember that—

"You remember? Your memories?" I am not able toke oke out anything more than that.

You laugh again, oh how I missed the way you used to laugh only for me. It wasn’t the smug confident laugh you gave with the peasents or your council, or of recently, your friends; it was a true laugh that felt as though it resonated from the very depths of your soul, one I knew was reserved only for me.

"Every one of them. Back up here where they belong." You said, tapping your forehead with a hand you had to withdraw from my ‘hard ass’, as you so eloquently used to put it.

Without giving the words time to sink in, I grabbed you and hugged you as hard as I could. I can’t believe you’ve come back to me afto loo long. I can feel my entire frame shake as I sob helplessly into your hair, the tears of joy that I finally let fall after being held in for so long. At last, we pull away and I try to say something, but instead, as soon as I try to open my mouth, you silence me with two fingers against my lips. Before I can utter a silent protest, you replace your fingers with your eager lips and I’m far from protest now. Kissing you like this brings back the illusion of the Temple of Ra, if only for a moment; this kiss isn’t hungry, but tender, almost needy and I’m all too happy to respond and enthusiasticly kiss back. I’m in such a euphoric state that I’m barely able to control my actions, I can feel you get hard because now you’re poking at my inner thigh and I can’t help but get hard in response; finally being back with you is leaving me unmistakably turned on, especially because you’re practically half naked in front of me and letting my hands roam wherever thish.ish.

I wimper when you finally pull away from me. You’ve got that mischievous look in your eyes and along all of your aquiline features and I can only hold my breath in anticipation on what you’re thinking. You turn away from me and, in one swift, fluid movement, you clear the top of Kaiba’s desk of all its previous contents, save the Millennium Puzzle, which you grab and toss into the leather chair affectionatly. I draw up behind you and wrap my arms around your waist again while I attack the back and sides of your neck with my lips, my tongue, and occasionally my teeth. You’re moaning every time my teeth graze over the sensitive skin so I know you’re enjoying this. At the same time, my hands have found themselves underneath your open black silk shirt and I personally find it more of a hinderance than it’s worth… you do look really hot in it, but it’s not worth it. My hands grab the front of the shirt and slide it off your shoulders and down your arms, only to finally toss it away and let my hands to some more exploring.

When you finally speak, I had been sucking playfully at your neck, but your voice made me stop. Just to hear it again with that streak of lust embedded in it was enough to send me over the edge right there and then, but I restrained myself and let the vibrations from your voice travel through my entire body. I’m still getting over this last wave of emotion when you pull away from me and I realize what youjustjust said,

"Well, it’s not the Temple of Ra, but I guess it will do."

My eyes go wide as you seductively crawl up on the desk and motion for me to join you. Honestly, was that necessary? Do you actually think that I may not jump on you right now? Come on, I know you better than that. In one bound I’m standing on the desktop while you’re sitting below. I’m towering over you and you’re not intimidated in the least, that’s why I was always so fond of you, you would never back down from anything or anyone. In this case, you just found something fun to do with the situation.

Another reason I love you, you’re always to the point. I had almost forgotten about that one—well that is until you crawled up to me and before I knew what you and those hungry eyes of yours had been planning, you’ve opened my pants and taken my entire length into your mouth, sucking playfully. Alright, this isn’t exactly the way this scene had played out in my mind, but I think I can deal with it as long as I don’t fall over because I have nothing to lean against and you’re s ars are firmly planted on my hips, trying to prevent me from moving. You tongue is licking sensually all the way up and down my arousal, pausing only momentarily to flick at the head every so often, then when it’s not your tongue, you’re drawing your teeth down the entire length and likely drawing blood. Oh Ra it hurts but it feels so good, I don’t think I could tell him to stop even if I wanted to, which I don’t.

Not knowing of anything better to do, I haunch forward and dig my nails into the bronzed skin of your shoulderblades. My head falls forward and for a moment, I feel as though I’m going to pass out from this intense pleasure. But it seems as though you’re not quite finished with me yet. You remove your hands from my hips and replace them on my waist, inviting me to thrust into your mouth, which I do subconsiously. You take it as much as humanly possible and it’s at this point that I can’t take anymore, I scream out your name as you push me over the edge and I practically explode into your awaiting mouth. I collapse on top of you and you’re quick to flip us over, reminding me that my rest will be short lived.

Before I know what’s going on, you’ve pounced on me and you’ve covered my lips with your own again. I gasp and you take the opportunity to thrust your tongue into my mouth, which normally would have been arousing enough, but not you, Yami… you’re not one for the ordinary, are you? Of course not, because here I thought you had swallowed all of my seed. Heh, shows what I get for thinking, I guess. Instead, I imagine you did ingest some of it, but the rest of it was lovingly deposited back into my mouth when you kissed me; you did that on purpose, didn’t you? It matters not because right now I’m enjoying this, and I’m guessing you are as well. Our tongues intertwine amidst the bitter taste of my warm seed in our mouths and you decide it would be fun to start grinding your length into me, causing me to arch up for more of the nice leather contact.

The sensations only broke for a short period when we had to pull away in order for you to pull my tight black shirt over my head, revealing my muscular chest and ivory skin. My hands found themselves grabbing handfuls of your hair as you kiss a hot trail down to my chest where my sensitive nipples are far from immune to your sexual onslaught. Taking one into your mouth while playing with the other and switching at random intervals, you’ve got me about three seconds away from ecstacy and I think you know it because you suddenly stop. I’m panting heavily now and it’s hard to lift my head to see what you’re doing, but I prop myself up on my elbows to make it slightly easier.

Apparently, from your position on your haunches between my legs, you must think I’m overdressed, because you practially tear my beloved khakies off before I can even utter a cry. I moan a little when the cold air caresses my skin and I mentally curse myself for wearing such baggy pants, that was almost too easy for you. You take in my naked form and lick you lips possessively, I can imagine you’re eying me up to attack my length again. In fact, I know that’s exaclty what you’re doing… I don’t think so.

As soon as you start your decent, I grab your hips and soundlessly flip us over before I attack your lips, my tongue exploring your mouth, wanting to create a mental image of the inside… for future reference, you know. In any case, I keep feeling you try to arch your groin into me and no, I haven’t forgotten you’re there. Now I decide you’re overdressed and so I start meticulously undoing the laces on your pants. Every. Last. One. Of. Them. One. At. A. Time.

You scream as I run my nails down the front of your pants, wringing a delightful sound of nails against leather from your pants. You’re writhing beneath me and I know you want me to rip that leather off of you and get back to the point, but no… I enjoy making you wait for this, I’m in no hurry, and the more you thrash, the more pleasure I get from this. Ah the joys of being a sadist! Eventually, I get bored and effortlessly toss the pants across the room, now I’ve got you right where I want you. I lean over and start harassing your neck again when you speak softly, yet urgantly, lust causing your normally husky voice to become that of seduction itself,

"Take me."

Those two words were like music to my ears. I reach down and gather as much precum as possible from your erection and I make sure my fingers are well-lubricated before I start probing your entrance. The second I poke the first finger inside you scream, I never remembered you being this loud, I mean you’ve always been loud, but never this loud. Oh well, knowing Kaiba, I’m guessing these walls are soundproof anyway. When you finally relax I slip another finger inside, gently stretching you to make sure I don’t hurt you too badly. I lean over and kiss you again, trying to soothe your obvious pain as best I can; not knowing the answer for sure, I make sure to whisper into your ear,

"Are you sure you want this?"

"I’ve been waiting five thousand years for this, please don’t make me wait any longer." Your voice is pleading and sincere, yet it is laced with definite pain because I had just inserted the third finger into your tight entrance. I kiss you again to smother the scream which echoed through the room.

Feeling as though you are sufficiently stretched, I pull my fingers out and start a visual search for lubricant. I want to make this as painless as possible for you. I can’t find any and you seem to realize my peril as our eyes met. Where in Ra’s name is a bedside table when you need it? Honestly! I can see how lust had clouded your eyes as no doubt mine have done the same. I’m contemplating the situation when I feel you move beneath me and my arousal is once again enveloped by the wet heat of your mouth. I was almost about to tell yout I t I was in the middle of something until I realized why you were sucking on me again, you were using your tongue to coat me with saliva, the ultimate lubricant when there’s nothing else, I guess.

I whisper a thank you in your ear when you finally lie back down as I reposition myself at your entrance and slowly slide in until I’m fully sheathed to the hilt. I’m surprised that you didn’t scream, yet I can tell by your expression that you’re in much pain, possibly even beyond screaming, so I stop and vow not to continue until you’re ready. Oh gods, this heat…

By Ra, it’s been too long. The mere feeling of being inside you is giving me a head rush the likes of which I’ve never felt before in this lifetime. Your tight entrance is just making everything all the more pleasureable for me, and probably hurting you more with every second. I wait patiently and finally, you start to move against me.

The rhythm I start is slow and deliberate, almost agonizingly so. I want this to be perfect for both of us, that means not hurting you. The pain is almost unbearable at this point, I know, I wipe away the single tear which falls from those gorgeous eyes of yours and bring my finger to my lips, tasting the salty fluid before wrapping that same hand around your erection, stroking in time with all my slow thrusts. I am happy when you start meeting all of my thrusts and your nails start drawing blood from my shoulders, finally I can tell you’re enjoying yourself again, just like old times, the pain has subsided. I claim your lips in a passionate kiss as I use my arms to wrap your legs around my waist and aim for that one little bundle of nerves which I hit on my next thrust. I know this because you scream out again, but not in pain this time, but just pleasure. You start to rock your hips against mine and I know you want me to go harder and faster, I am more than happy to oblige you.

I start going as fast and as hard as I can and you’re still meeting me thrust for thrust, forcing me to push myself to the breaking point. Every thrust causes you to arch up and moan, and every thrust causes me to stoke your arousal so it’s really no surprise when you finally scream, spilling your seed all over your chest, and mine. I know I’m not far bd yod you, so I quickly lick up all of the bitter liquid-stuff on you and feel you shiver beneath me. The contraction of your hot, tight passage is more than enough to send me over the edge and I climax deep within you, collapsing on top of you.

I don’t know if I’m asleep or not, but all I know is that I’m not awake. I can feel you kiss my forehead and whisper things to me, but I’m too exhausted to reply, or even distinguish what exactly you’re telling me. You could be saying that you just used me for your perverted fantasies or that you’re going to "send me to the Shadow Realm" for all I know… not that I care at all at this point, I’m just so happy I’ve found you again. I’ve truly found you, my love. My thoughts are interrupted by a song that had been stuck in my head for the better part of today and suddenly everything made sense in a scary sort of way.

"Take me now, baby, here as I am

Hold me close, try to understand

Desire is hunger, it’s the fire I breathe

Love is a banquet on which we feed


Come on now, try to understand

The way I feel, under your command

Take my hand, and the sun decends

They can’t touch you now, can’t touch you now

Can’t touch you now…


Because the night belongs to lovers

Because the night belongs to lust

Because the night belongs to lovers

Because the night belongs to us

"Nii-sama! I got off early from school and---Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

I’m suddenly shaken from my reverie by a scream which I can bet didn’t come from you, because you were fast asleep, though you heard it too so I’m not dreaming. My eyes slit open to find that yours have done the same, together we look mindlessly in the direction of the ear-piercing scream, only to find an open door. Realizing our awkward position, I lazily pull out of you and settle for cuddling next to you as I look at the door, and Kaiba’s little brother Mokuba, pale and staring at us with his jaw on the floor. His wide-eyed expression obviously one of shock, he probably didn’t even know what we had done was physically possible, let alone being done on his brother’s desk.

"Yami?…. Bakura?…" he asked stupidly.

I look at you and grin wickedly, you follow suit and we turn our grins back to Mokuba who throws his arms up in the air and grabs the doorknob,

"Too much information!" he said, slamming the door and walking away.

We take the opportunity to laugh before I cuddle into your shoulder some more. I’m just about asleep when you decided it’s time for a heart to heart, curse your timing, Pharaoh!

"’Kura, let’s just not mention that I’ve got my memories back, ‘k? I still want to get the Winged Dragon of Ra from that baka Malik." You say happily.

I nod my head in agreement, then think and add,

"Under one condition."

"Anything, koibito."

"You’re going to take the Millennium Puzzle back from Kaiba."

"Deal. I honestly don’t know what—or who—possessed me to do that in the first place. Thank you for coming to save me."

You kiss me again and I swear I must be dead, because this is bliss.

"Uh ‘Kura, when does aibou’s school get out?" you ask cautiously.

"I have no idea, I’d say 3ish, why?" I reply tiredly.

"Then you’d better get out of here because it’s already 2:45 and I don’t want to explain this to Seto." You reply nonchalantly, "and I also don’t want him ripping you to shreds, either."

Oh yeah, I had forgotten about him. I moan in disappointment as I slide off the desk and go about retrieving my clothing. The task was relatively easy and quickly I was completely dressed again, hair a little disheveled, but it’s me, nobody will notice.

I hear a noise and turn around to see you trying to get your pants back on. You indolently ask me to help you lace up your pants and I reluctantly agree, knowing full well that being that close to you and running my hands over that skin-tight leather is going to make me want to jump you again. Mind you it’s my fault you have to relace those in the first place because I was the one to pull them out and strew them haphazardly across the floor. But it’s so hot to see you struggle with them by yourself. Oh well, both of us have to maintain our self-control, as we both find this situation terribly arousing. Thankfully, you’ve already got your shirt back on, and even buttoned up this time, obviously your idea of giving yourself to Seto today has been successfully squashed, thanks to yours truly.

At the same time though, it is hell to try and put all those papers back on Kaiba’s desk in any sort of orderly manner. I suppose I have you to thank for that. Although, you cannot fathom how happy I became when you picked up the Millennium Puzzle and replaced it around your neck, where it belongs. I can feel warmth coming from the Millennium Ring now, maybe these items are more powerful than we give them credit for.

I move towards the door and you come up behind me, saying you’d walk me to the door but that might be taken the wrong way. I understand and kiss you passionately before turning on my heel and walking out.

I passed by Mokuba on the way to the elevator who didn’t seem any worse for wear, given what he’s been through. I kneel down beside him and ask him a quick question, he nods his head and bounces off into a corridor which leads to Ra-knows-where. The elevator ride was uneventful, and it wasn’t until I get back to the main lobby that something interesting happens… I run straight into Seto Kaiba.

"What the hell are you doing here, Bakura?" he snaps, I can’t help but giggle as I remember you asking me that same question. I shrug.

"Well, I dropped Mokuba off from school—he got out early. And I also had to look for someone whom I thought might have been here." I reply, thanking myself for having run this past Mokuba already.

Seto was obviously skeptical about my reasoning and was likely going to talk to his brother.

"Well, did you find him or her?" he asked in perfect grammar, as always.

I blush slightly.

"Yes I did. But I also found myself."

"That’s… nice…" he says, looking me over and making sure I shouldn’t be in a mental institution.

I nod curtly and walk past him, a huge grin plastered on my face. If he only knew.

If he only knew I went through all this agony and bliss for a stupid paperweight.

A paperweight.

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--WP