Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Pharaoh Bakura and Thief Atemu ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )

Atemu: Why do I smell like lemons?

Bakura: Because Priestess sprayed us with lemon air freshener

Priestess: And you know what that means!

Mariku: You like the smell of lemons?

Priestess: Well, yes, but it's actually because there is a lemon in this chapter. So I'll just get on with it

***

Bakura thought he was going to die of impatience before he could even fight Atemu. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall across from Atemu, watching the others crowd around and put down a bet and 2000 yen while he pictured the brutal and gruesome way he would murder each and every one of them.

"What! That's crazy!" shouted Honda at something Isis had said. The others murmured agreement.

"That's what I think. And just to prove it, I'll put in 10,000 yen."

Bakura clenched his/Atemu's fists and ground his/Atemu's teeth. Unable to contain himself, he bellowed, "Can we just get on with it?!"

***

"The stars don't come up for thirty minutes, so take as long as you want," said Kaiba, pushing Bakura and Atemu into the room. "You have until the sun rises." To Bakura, he hissed, "you better win!" Then he shut the door.

***

Neither of the yamis spoke. They simply glared at each other for several minutes, both filled with fury and hatred and with only two legible English/Japanese/Egyptian words running through each of their heads.

"Kill" and "Him."

Bakura smirked. "Are you going to wait for me to make the first move? Because in that case I can simply make your body unusable-if and when you finally get it returned." He took the knife and sliced into the pale skin. Blood welled up and dribbled down, dripping onto the floor.

Atemu didn't need any more encouragement. He lunged forward, tackling Bakura onto the ground and marveling at how powerful his body was. He was lucky that Bakura had never decided to attack him physically while they were in their own bodies.

***

"It sounds like it's getting violent in there," Mariku remarked, accepting the bag of popcorn Kaiba passed to him, his eyes never leaving the screen.

"Big brother, can I go see Yami no Yugi and Yami no Bakura beat the pulp out of each other?" asked Mokuba. To the screen, he shouted, "How can you be that stupid? Anybody could see through that!"

"No," said Kaiba sharply. "Now be quiet and watch television."

***

It was 11:44 PM, and it seemed like they had finally found a winner. Atemu/Bakura was lying on top of Bakura/Atemu and had the knife positioned at his neck. Bakura was staring at him, infuriatingly unafraid. "Are you going to stab or not? You've been holding the knife there since 11:41 PM."

Atemu snarled, lowering the knife. The tip touched the tender vein on Bakura's/Atemu's neck. He ground his teeth and pressed down the tip of the knife, ready to slash.

"Oh, fuck this!" he screamed suddenly, getting off Bakura. "This is so stupid! No matter what happens, we're just going to be hurting ourselves! And I don't even want to fight you!"

He glared at a stunned Bakura, who had gotten onto his knees and no further. "I can't do this! I can't hurt you, I can't fight you, I can't kill you, I can't even hate you anymore!" he flung the knife as hard as he could, and it missed Bakura by a hair.

Atemu didn't even notice this as he ranted on. "And why? Because those stupid spirits had to go and show me why you hate me so much! All this time I thought you were just a heartless bastard who wanted power and destruction! Well I was wrong, all right? It's my fault! It's my fucking saintly family's fault! I hate myself, all right! My entire life has been a lie! I was a supercilious, stupid, unjust bastard, all right? This is what you wanted, right? Are you happy now?!"

While Bakura watched in disbelief, Atemu fell to his knees and sobbed into his arms. Neither of them uttered a word.

At last, Bakura spoke, walking forward until he was standing next to Atemu. It was strange to see himself sob, especially with Atemu's voice. "You're right, it was what I wanted. I should be happy." When his only reply was more sobbing, he kneeled next to Atemu and touched his head, causing Atemu to lift his head. It was the weirdest sight ever, seeing those usually sharp garnet orbs filled with tears and staring out of his face.

"I should be," he continued quietly, "But I'm not."

The sobs had stopped now, and Atemu was staring at him in disbelief. "You...aren't?"

In reply, without thinking, Bakura lowered his head and crushed his lips against Atemu's.

***

"Things have gotten quiet," said Kaiba, glancing behind him. Ryou (because he had to) and Yugi (because he had to) and Jou (because he was Yugi's boyfriend) and Malik (because he was bored stiff and Mariku wouldn't let anybody sit on the same couch as him except-strangely-Kaiba and Yugi's friends had filled the other couches) were all staring out at the stars. The cluster at the base were the Kruelna stars, at least according to Isis.

"Do you think the Pharaoh's dead?" asked Mariku. They were both betting on Bakura, though Mariku thought it would take four hours for him to die and Kaiba thought it would take just seven.

"No, Isis said the stars will react when the spell is broken," Kaiba replied, though he was a bit dubious of this. Were the stars going to erupt or something?

"Fine. If the Tomb Robber wins, he can tell us when he killed the Pharaoh anyway."

"Let's just hope it is him," agreed Kaiba. "More popcorn?"

"Sure."

***

Atemu gasped in surprise, but he couldn't help but reply to the kiss. He twined his arms around the Tomb Robber/himself and pressed his lips against his. Feeling a demanding tongue against his teeth, he parted his lips slightly to let the wet muscle snake inside his mouth. It tasted delicious to both of them. Bakura tasted like desert winds. Atemu tasted like silk and sandalwood oil and exotic spices. Soon they were rolling on the ground, their arms wrapped around each other.

When they finally stopped, Atemu was on top. He removed his sleeveless black shirt from Bakura at the same time as Bakura removed his white sweatshirt from him, and saw that his body was now as scarred as Bakura, though most of the scars wouldn't last. It was almost disappointing. He would rather be in his own body at this point, so he could see Bakura shirtless. Atemu had started on his pants (the ones Bakura was in, the tight black ones he had been wearing before they switched), his/Bakura's hand stopped him.

"What?!" he cried impatiently. His passion was driving him wild, and his own pants were feeling uncomfortably tight. If he didn't have sex with Bakura right now he felt as if he would go crazy.

"Are you sure about this?" Bakura asked, his dark eyes puzzled as he gazed questioningly at Atemu. It was incredibly creepy to see Bakura's eyes in Atemu's face, yet quite arousing as well.

"Yes," snarled Atemu, and he pulled down the pants and flung them away. To be fair, he then removed his own pants. This was so unfair. He finally sees Bakura naked, and Bakura isn't even in his own body! He could hear the spirits laughing at his frustration.

He dipped his head, gently kissing Bakura's/his inner thighs. Bakura's breathing grew shallow and labored and he stifled his moaned though he wanted to scream with pleasure as he buried his hands into his own white hair.

Atemu licked along the length of the weeping hardness, traced the veins with his tongue, and caressed the sensitive tip, eliciting a satisfied purr from the Egyptian. The salty taste of his own length made his arousal more apparent than ever, and he wished more than ever that he were doing this to Bakura's body. He sucked on the head before releasing the rigid flesh and lapping at Bakura's/his scrotum. Using both hands, he spread Bakura/himself open and ran his tongue over the small, hidden orifice in a long, wet lick.

Bakura squirmed around on the ground, unable to sit still as the Pharaoh literally bathed his crotch in saliva. He threw his head back and moaned in pleasure as Atemu unexpectedly took his neglected member once again into his hot mouth, sucking hard. He bucked his hips, causing Atemu to choke slightly.

Atemu removed his mouth from the member again and stroked Bakura's opening with his tongue. He carefully pressed one finger against the tender entrance, applying gentle pressure, until the digit slid inside.

Bakura moaned in pleasure as Atemu pushed in a second finger, then frowned suddenly as he realized what Atemu was planning. "Uh-uh! No way am I letting you be on top!" he argued.

"Come on," said Atemu coaxingly. "It's technically your body!"

Bakura scowled, but he was so caught up in passion that he couldn't stand the thought of ceasing now. "Fine," he moaned as Atemu stretched his opening further by pressing in his third finger. "But this is the last time in thirty-six thousand millenniums that I'm letting you be on top!"

Atemu nodded and thrust, gasping in pleasure at the clutching heat which engulfed his length.

Not bothering to hold the pained moan back that was torn from his lips as the tight ring of muscles was stretched, Bakura quickly adjusted, though not without a realization: I never knew my cock was so damn big!

Atemu slowly began moving up and down, gradually increasing the pace as Bakura stroked his erect member. Bakura captured his lips into a kiss, biting down hard and lapping up his blood. Atemu was surprised to find he enjoyed the taste. Their tongues fought for dominance, but their bodies moved entirely in sync.

***

"Look!" Ryou cried. Everybody immediately ran out and saw it-the stars were blazing like fireworks. 1:13 AM, Friday June 25, 2004, something was happening.

***

At 1:16 AM, Friday June 25, 2004, Atemu gasped as he felt the switch in the most startling way possible-Bakura's length impaled in his tightness. He threw back his head and cried out in sheer ecstasy as he orgasmed on Bakura's stomach.

This was enough to make Bakura climax, and he pumped into Atemu as he filled him with his seed. Pulling out, he collapsed next to Atemu.

Both stared at each other, breathing heavily, as they tried to regain themselves. Their arms twined around each other, Atemu buried his head in Bakura's chest. Their breathing in perfect sync, they fell asleep.