Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Half Full or Half Empty? ❯ Remember Who You Are ( Chapter 22 )

Here's chapter… 22!! Sorry for the delay, but last night when I was about to post up, MM.org just HAD to be down didn't it? -_-

Warning: RYOU X BAKURA LEMON!!!!! RYOU X BAKURA LEMON HOT SEXY LEMON!! TWO HOT MALE BISHIES GOIN' AT IT!!!! AND slight yaoi fluff between Bakura and Yami Marik ^_^ yay!

Bakura: LEMON!! Don't like? Then get lost. Or to the shadow realm with you. Which would you prefer?

Remember Who You Are
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"Bakura…" Ryou moaned as his yami removed the towel which was covering his lower half. Ryou reflected his motions so the two silver-haired teens were standing brilliantly naked.

Bakura put his hands behind Ryou's neck and tilted his head up to kiss him. Ryou sighed into his yami's assaulting mouth and put his hands around his waist, rubbing his back and fingering the platinum tresses which fell behind his shoulders. Bakura picked his hikari up and flopped him down on the bed, settling between his legs.

"Yami… are you sure about this?" Ryou asked.

"I will not pressure you into anything, hikari. I'll only do what you want to do with your permission." The ivory yami answered.

"I…I want to… but I haven't done it before… with another…" Ryou said awkwardly, struggling to get the message through. Bakura seemed to understand.

"I know what you mean, Ryou. I'll be as gentle as I can… alright?"

Ryou nodded and kissed his yami. "There's some -"

"I think by now I would know where the lotion is kept, hikari." Bakura smirked, walking over to the cabinet and opening a drawer. He pulled out some strawberry scented lubricant and coated his concrete hard length with it.

"Will this hurt…? Bakura?" the suddenly nervous hikari asked.

Bakura sighed. "I won't lie to you Ryou… yes it will hurt. But the pain will ease soon enough. Are you sure you still want to go ahead with it?"

Ryou nodded eagerly. Bakura parted his legs and inserted a couple of fingers to get Ryou used to the feeling. Ryou's face distorted at the intrusion, clearly uncomfortable. Bakura looked up at his squirming hikari and then back down to what he was doing.

"Are you ready?" Bakura asked.

Ryou nodded and brought his arms around his yami's shoulders, burying his face into his neck - ready for the piercing pain which was about to shoot through his system. Bakura gently eased his arousal into Ryou's opening slowly. Ryou whimpered and bit down on his lip as Bakura proceeded to impale him.

"Yami…?" Ryou whispered.

"Mmm… what is it?" Bakura grunted.

"Will I get anything out of this?"

Bakura grinned wickedly and drove fully into Ryou, hitting his prostate, making Ryou throw back his head and let out a loud moan. Bakura continued his blissful motions on his sweating hikari.

"Gods… Ryou you feel so good…" Bakura said, his voice pitched low with sexual lust.

While Bakura was away in his world of euphoria, Ryou was shaken into reality as he heard a creak come from the far side of the room. A purple-haired, green-eyed girl stood in the doorway with a surprised look upon her face.

"SHIKA?!?!" Ryou cried, sitting up against the pillows and frantically trying to pull a blanket over him and his yami.

"What?!" Bakura shrieked as he looked to his left to see Shika idling about.

"Ah I-I'll be going!" She said hurriedly and left quickly. Yami and hikari looked at each other questioningly.

"Where were we?" Bakura asked, smirking.

Ryou narrowed his gaze. "Are you sure I shouldn't go and talk to her?"

Bakura pouted. "But Ryooooouuuu…" He whined. "I was just getting warmed up…"

Ryou gave him a stern look, and then smiled. "Alright… I'm still in the mood."

Bakura grinned and pulled his hikari into a tight kiss and began thrusting again. Bakura made Ryou wild as he plunged deeper and harder onto his prostate than ever before. Ryou was going crazy and bit down hard on Bakura's neck, drawing blood. Never before did Bakura think his hikari could be so feral.

Ryou suddenly turned gentle and kissed down his yami's chest who was thrusting wildly into him. Bakura's hands fisted through the white mane belonging to Ryou. His body began to shake as his hikari stimulated him, causing him to groan and move against his control. Bakura straightened out his back and rocked his hips up to meet Ryou's ass. A drop of sweat fell down his chest and onto Ryou's flushed skin.

"Oh Gods… Bakura… can't hold on…" Ryou cried, trying to suppress his voice from screaming the house down.

Ryou arched his back and gripped the sheets beneath him, climaxing on his yami's abdomen. He fell back onto the pillows as Bakura gave no mercy and continued to pound into him. Bakura moved faster in and out of his hikari snorting and grunting.

"Ryou….gods…..I have to….."

Bakura threw back his head, his fangs bared and his eyes glowing crimson, sending his essence into his hikari's body. Bakura collapsed on Ryou, who was stroking his hair gently. Bakura's body racked with shudders from the aftershocks of his pinnacle.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ (oooooo sparkly!)

Bakura and Ryou walked downstairs to see Shika huddled up on the couch downstairs under a blanket watching television. Harry was laying motionless on the top of the couch staring into space. Ryou knelt down and smiled at her. She looked up at him with distant green orbs.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, brushing some of her burgundy bangs aside.

"Drowsy."

"That will be your medication."

Bakura sat down next to Shika. "Where does Marik live?" He asked.

Shika frowned and sat up. "Why?"

"Because I want to catch up with him. I haven't seen him for about four and a half millennia you know." Bakura replied.

"Why don't you ring him? Malik's phone number is on the fridge."

Bakura walked over to the fridge and picked up the cordless phone off of the wall. "So how am I supposed to work one of these things?"

Ryou rushed over to him before he broke anything. "Like this Bakura… press talk."

Bakura pressed the talk button. "Why isn't it talking?"

Ryou sweatdropped and heard Shika giggle in the background. "Phones do not talk, Bakura. Now press these numbers in order… 556-9824."

Bakura dialed the number. "Now what?"

"Put it up to your ear and wait until someone picks up." Ryou replied.

Bakura did so, and Malik picked up.

[Hello?]

"Uhh… hello?" Bakura asked.

[Uh, who is this?]

"Bakura. Who is this?"

[This is Malik.]

"Oh… I think I got the wrong number." He hung up. "That was Marik's hikari! Not Marik himself!" Bakura shrieked.

Shika and Ryou exchanged glances.

"Press redial, yami." Ryou said, sighing.

Bakura pressed redial.

"Now this time, when Malik picks up, ask for Marik. Don't hang up!"

Bakura waited until Malik picked up again.

[Hello?]

"Hello. I would like to speak with Marik."

[Hang on.]

Bakura hung up. "He just told me to hang up! The rude little bastard…"

Ryou merely rolled his eyes. The phone rang suddenly. (A/N: Who didn't see that coming?)

"Pick it up Bakura, it's probably Marik calling you back." Shika said from across the room.

Bakura picked up the phone. "Yes?"

[Tomb robber? That you?]

"Marik?"

[Yeah. Get out of the phone and come and see me.]

Bakura twitched. "I'm not in the phone!"

[Yes you are! You must be!]

"I think you are mistaken, Ishtar. I'm standing in the middle of the kitchen. You are the one that's inside the phone." Bakura replied.

Shika and Ryou looked at Bakura like he had gone nutty.

[But I'm standing in the middle of the lounge!] Marik exclaimed.

"Whatever. I'm coming over."

[See you soon.]

%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*% (Marik is a dumbass…)

"What did Bakura want?" Malik asked his yami.

"He's coming over for a while. We need to catch up on a few things."

Malik snorted in disapproval and went upstairs to his room, leaving the blonde-haired yami sitting on the couch downstairs. Marik watched television for a while until the albino yami knocked on the door. He got up and answered the door.

"How did you get out of the phone so fast?"

Bakura rolled his eyes and pushed his way inside. He made himself quite comfy on the couch where Marik was last sitting. Marik closed the door and went and sat down next to him.

"Where is your hikari?" Bakura asked.

"Upstairs sulking. He doesn't like you - or your hikari."

Bakura smirked. "So what's new, Marik? It's been a while."

"Yes… over five thousand years to be exact. I've missed you, Bakura."

"And I've missed you too." Bakura sighed. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"What is your relationship with Malik like?"

The blonde yami shrugged. "I don't know, we care for each other. But not in that sort of sense… if you get what I mean."

Bakura nodded. "I just had sex with mine." He grinned wickedly.

Marik narrowed his gaze. "That is so wrong, Bakura."

"Why? It's no different than what we used to do in the Egypt all those millennia ago…"

Marik tilted his head and looked at his former Egyptian lover. "I know." Marik suddenly looked sad, and Bakura knew exactly what he was thinking about.

Bakura cupped Marik's face in his hands. "You have no idea what I went through after the day you died, Marik…" Bakura whispered.

******…flashback…******

"Shit! Marik come on we have to get going! They're onto us!" Bakura shrieked as he jumped aboard his steed, pulling Marik on behind. He nudged the stallion's sides and galloped off as fast as he could.

Marik looked back and saw men in chariots being pulled by horses and men on camels, racing across the sand in the distance after them. "They're gaining on us, Bakura!" the inexperienced tomb robber said through the stinging north wind.

"Heeyaaah Bomani*! Faster!" Bakura shrieked.

Marik had one arm around Bakura's waist and the other was holding onto the sack of treasures which they had stolen not half an hour ago from a tomb inside one of the great pyramids. Marik was losing his grip. The grey Arabian horse swerved around a small Oasis and Marik slipped, tumbling off of the back of the horse and onto the sand dunes. Bakura took one look and yanked at the reins, pulling Bomani in the opposite direction.

"Marik!" Bakura called. "What happened?!"

"I slipped Bakura! I couldn't hold on!"

"Quickly! Get back on! We can still get away!" The white-haired teen shrieked.

"There's no time! Go Bakura! Leave me! Run for it!"

"I will never leave without you, Marik!" Bakura cried, evidently desperate to save his lover from being killed. In the not-so-far distance a man on a giant black horse came galloping up to them and slowed down. Bakura and Marik both recognized him as General Hondo*.

"Nowhere to run… nowhere to hide… we've got you this time, Thief King." He sneered.

"Please… leave Marik to live! He has done no wrong!" Bakura said, huddling close to Marik.

"He has done no right, either."

The rest of the army slowly came into view behind the General. Hondo paced up in down in front of the two thieves and their beloved white horse. "You will be locked up for a very long time, Marik Ishtar. And you, the thief devil, will be stoned to death in the Memphis town centre in front of everybody.

"No!" Marik cried. "Take me! ME! I was the one who agreed to aid Bakura in thieving! Please… spear my life and give Bakura no harm!"

General Hondo paced up to the blonde haired teen and drew his sword, hovering above him by only a few inches.

"Marik… you must be out of your mind! You do not deserve this punishment!" Bakura whispered, stroking his hair.

A few tears dribbled out of Marik's eyes. "I would die for you Bakura… and now that time has come…"

Bakura wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. "I love you, Marik Ishtar. Don't you ever forget that." As he bent down to kiss his lover's forehead, Hondo struck down on Marik, driving his sword through his heart. Marik's blood splattered onto Bakura's face.

"You bastard…" Bakura growled, feeling Marik's body go limp.

A man in a chariot came up and bound Bakura at the wrists and ankles with rope and threw him into the back of the chariot, not giving him half a chance to grieve. Hondo picked up Marik's corpse and put him on the back of his horse. Another horseman came by and picked up the sack of treasures which Bakura stole.

"The end is near, Thief King…" Hondo remarked.

******…end flashback…******

Marik was laying in Bakura's lap as they gazed into the past together. Tears pricked in their eyes. They couldn't believe that now, five millennia later, they were reunited once more, compliments to their hikaris. They sat in silence for a while, just embracing each other snuggly. Bakura stroked the blonde hair of his former lover, causing Marik to snuggle further into Bakura's cushiony stomach.

"Bakura?"

"Yes?"

"Do you still love me?" Marik lifted his head up.

"You already know the answer to that, Marik." Bakura replied.

Marik rested his head back down. "Do you remember that time when I first arrived in Memphis from Aswan? We escaped from the palace together… you saved me from my life as a slave, Bakura." Marik said, his voice muffled by Bakura's cushiony stomach.

"How could I forget that day, Marik? I couldn't tear my eyes away from you when I first saw you… your blonde hair and tan skin, those piercing lavender eyes… you were delectable. I knew I had to have you."

"You know something Bakura?"

"What?"

"I was straight before I met you."

Bakura frowned. "You were?"

"Yes, but as soon as I saw you I knew I wasn't." Marik chuckled. "I wanted you in an instant…"

*****…flashback…*****

Bakura looked down from his dusty old stone building across the city of Memphis. The sun was rising and it glittered on the Nile River like diamonds. Speaking of diamonds, Bakura had stolen some the previous night, along with some other pricey jewels. He grinned wickedly as he rolled them about in the palm of his hand. He got up and walked to the south side of the small deserted room which he dwelled in and looked out across the south side of the city.

What was this? Boats on the Nile River? That wasn't very common. Unless they were fishing boats or otherwise. The last time boats had come through Memphis was because the city was short on slaves. It had been almost six years since Bakura had escaped the palace dungeons, and he was about sixteen and a half. He swore on his life never to return there… for what reasons he stayed in Memphis was beyond him. But he couldn't go back to Al-Iskandariyah (Alexandria), his home town. Memphis was the city for him.

He decided to go and check it out. On his way down to the port he slyly nicked an apple from the fruit stall for his breakfast. Hooded in a dark purple cape, he pulled aside a woman passing by the port at the river.

"Excuse me madam, who are these people on the boats?" He asked.

"I believe they are slaves sent to Memphis from Aswan in southern Egypt. We are once again running short."

Bakura nodded. "Thank you." He smirked as she walked off. He had taken the contents out of her basket as he grabbed her arm.

He watched as the poor slaves came off the boat in shackles, the chains rattling. Their heads were dipped to the ground and the generals on horseback whip-lashed the ground at their ankles to make them go faster. They were led across the main street of Memphis and through the palace gates.

"Get in behind!" One of the generals shouted.

A boy with wild blonde hair and dazzling purple eyes, about sixteen or seventeen, scurried off the boat and went after the other slaves. He was very thin, being able to see each one of his ribs quite evidently. His shackles rattled about and caused him to trip a few times from trying to run too fast. He caught sight of the white-haired spy standing nearby and stood dead in his tracks, as if entranced. Bakura locked eyes with the slave. This boy was absolutely beautiful. I must have him. Bakura thought.

What am I looking at another boy for like this? He's so beautiful though… the blonde slave thought mysteriously to himself. He continued his path to the grand Palace, and the depression that awaited him. Bakura finished off his apple and threw away the core, making his way back to his sanctuary to start plotting a plan to escape the beautiful southern boy from the hold of the Pharaoh.

Nightfall came. The city was quiet and only a few flaming torches lit the Palace. It was the perfect night to commit the perfect crime. Bakura slipped into clothes coloured none other than black and tied his hair back in a ponytail. Inside his cape he held a series of knives and lock-picks, and a small pouch just incase he saw something he liked and would like to take home with him.

The Palace gates were closed, but Bakura knew the grounds like the back of his hand. There was a back entrance near a date plantation. Bakura slyly ran around the outskirts of the palace and darted up a date tree, grabbing a few sweet dates to munch on, and to give to the slave when they escaped. He was probably famished. Bakura jumped the wall of the Palace grounds and onto royal territory.

Bakura slipped through a window and into the main hallway of the murky dungeons. The sound of dripping water was heard, and a foul smell hung about the air. Quiet chatter and groans were heard. The palace guards were absent. The thief king crept along silently, checking each of the cells. He came across a cell and found the boy he had seen earlier that day. He was sitting cross-legged with his back against the wall.

"Hey," Bakura whispered quickly.

The boy, startled, looked up at him with those radiant mauve orbs. "It's you…" He whispered, wide-eyed.

Bakura found one of the lock-picks inside his cape and nimbly unlocked the cell padlock. "Get up. You're coming with me." Bakura ordered.

Being a slave, the boy didn't object. But his shackles were still around his ankles, causing a noisy rattling. Bakura found another lock-pick inside his cape and unlocked them. The slave stepped out of them and ran lightly after Bakura to the back entrance which he had climbed into. Together they escaped the palace grounds and made their way through the date plantation back to Bakura's dwelling.

"No doubt you're hungry, you're skin and bones. Here, have some of these." Bakura said, throwing a bunch of grapes and some dates to him.

"Who are you?" The boy asked with an air of great curiosity. (A/N: Let's just pretend in ancient times Marik had a much softer voice and was a lot shyer.)

"I am known as the King of Thieves, or the Thief King, whichever you prefer." Bakura said with dignity. "But you can call me Bakura. You are?" Bakura asked, taking off his cape and sitting down in a bunch of velvet cushions next to the ex-slave.

"My name is Marik Ishtar. I am from Aswan. Why did you come back for me, Bakura?" Marik asked, greedily feasting on his grapes, spitting the stones out the window.

"Frankly, no slave as beautiful as you deserves to be treated in such a way." Bakura said bluntly.

Marik smiled to himself and finished his fruit, and then lay down next to Bakura. "Thank you for doing what you did… I don't know how to repay you."

"You don't have to. But there is one thing you should know - if you are going to live with me, and live the life that I live, then you mustn't be afraid of committing murder, stealing or running like the wind from the army."

Marik nodded. "I have grown up all my life with the Egyptian Empire. My parents were also slaves, my mother working as a kitchen hand. She fell in love with my father and they had me, so naturally I was to be a slave when I became old enough."

Bakura nodded and changed out of his attire and into a pair of silk shorts, he didn't bother for a shirt - it was a hot night anyway. "Well you can say goodbye to that lifestyle now, Marik. Let us get some sleep, I am exhausted. It's not every day I go climbing date trees you know." Bakura said as he handed Marik a pair of shorts, similar to the ones he was wearing, made of green silk, embroidered with gold.

"Where do you get these sorts of garments from?" Marik asked as he took off his torn ragged pants and slipped into the garment.

"Where do you think? I am a thief, remember?" Bakura replied haughtily as he pulled a woolen blanket over them both.

"Oh, of course. Well… see you in the morning then."

"Yes… goodnight Marik Ishtar."

*****…end flashback…*****

"Those were the good days, Marik." Bakura replied.

"Yes… I loved ravaging around with you on the back of Bomani… doing missions at night and returning home at dawn, sorting through all the riches which we took for ourselves." Marik said, looking up at Bakura.

Bakura rested a cool hand on the side of the tanned yami's face. "And on the nights when we didn't go thieving we would go to the roof of our home and make love under the stars…"

Marik sighed and sat up, leaning against the cushions. The former tomb robber looked gravely at him, drowning in his vivid amethyst eyes. A thought popped into Marik's head, causing him to chuckle. "You looked good with a tan, Bakura."

Bakura frowned and crossed his arms, trying to hide his paleness. Marik smirked even harder at him.

"But you look better without one. And your eyes are brown. They looked good crimson, too."

"You can thank my hikari for that." Bakura replied. "But I do look good… don't I?"

"As good as you ever will…" Marik looked longingly up to his past lover. Just as Bakura was about to lean down to lock lips with him, the front door opened, startling both the yamis.

"Hello Marik, do we have visitors?" Isis asked as she stepped agilely through the door.

Marik sat up and straightened out his shirt. "Yeah… um…"

"It's alright. I was just leaving anyway." Bakura said as he stood up from the couch.

Isis nodded and went upstairs.

"Who was that?" Bakura asked.

"My hikari's sister… she is the owner of the Millennium Tauk. Her name is Isis."

"The owner of another Millennium item, eh?" Bakura thought out loud.

"Don't get any ideas." Marik said as he walked Bakura to the front door.

"Let's catch up again some time, Marik." Bakura said as he stood out on the porch, facing Marik who was standing in the doorway.

Marik nodded. "I would like that…"

Bakura cupped Marik's face in his hands and gave him a gentle kiss. Marik sighed into his former lover's mouth and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

"Hey Marik have you seen - oh…" it was Malik.

Marik quickly pulled back and turned around to see Malik standing behind him not two metres away. "What is it hikari?" Marik asked, somewhat nervously that Malik had seen everything.

"Nevermind." He quickly turned on his heel and dashed back up the stairs.

Bakura smirked. "I should go." He kissed him quickly on the cheek before swiveling around and making his way down the porch.

"Aishiteru, Bakura."

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* = Bomani, an Arabic name meaning "warrior"

* = Hondo, an Arabic name meaning "war"

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