Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Golden Dance ❯ 7: The Finer Things ( Chapter 7 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: tsutsuji 
Having found Ryou, Thief Bakura can't help but act on their intense mutual attraction. NC17, Thief Bakura/Ryou lemon. ^_^
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.28.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.3K | Visits: 737 | Status: Work In Progress
Having found Ryou, Thief Bakura can't help but act on their intense mutual attraction. NC17, Thief Bakura/Ryou lemon. ^_^
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.28.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.3K | Visits: 737 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: The Golden Dance, 7/? - The Finer Things
Author: Tsutsuji
Date written: completed 3/28, as a present to myself. Happy Birthday to me!
Fandom: Yu-gi-oh!
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Thief Bakura/Ryou, others mentioned
Original characters: no
Type: yaoi/slash
Warnings: m/m lust and sex.
Status: in progress.
Spoilers: Yes, for Ancient Egypt (Memory World) arc, although this contains an alternate history.
Disclaimer: I do not own the copyright to these characters and I'm making no profit from this fic and intend no copyright infringement.
Summary: Thief Bakura and Ryou act on their intense attraction to each other.
Archive:
Notes: I've wanted to do the Thief/Ryou scene for a year now. I'm happy. ^_^
(The story so far: Priest Seth and Thief Bakura from Ancient Egypt appeared in front of Jonouchi in modern Domino, apparently trying to kill each other with real Duel Monsters. Jou discovers that they come from an alternate past where the Other Yugi was never Pharaoh, and his own counterpart, Jumoke, was the keeper of the Millennium Ring. Jumoke, Seth's lover, is dead; and Bakura, Seth's former lover, was suspected of killing him, especially after it is revealed that Bakura now has Jumoke's Ring. The arrival of the Priest and the Thief in the present seems to be causing life energy to be drained from Seto Kaiba and from Ryou Bakura, while Yami Bakura warned Ryou of a great danger approaching. Honda, Anzu, and Ryou went to look for the escaped Thief, while Jou, Seth and Yugi went to check on Kaiba, where they found him growing weaker by the minute. Seth, caught up in memories of Jumoke, found Jou alone in a room at Kaiba's mansion. Jou let Seth make love to him; meanwhile, the missing Thief found Ryou alone at home.)
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Chapter 7: The Finer Things
The finer things keep shining through
The way my soul gets lost in you
The finer things I feel in me
The golden dance life could be
--The Finer Things, by Steve Winwood
***
In a dream, Jonouchi was playing a game with Yugi. The sun was hot on the back of his neck as he bent over a low table, looking at the little game pieces arranged on a brightly painted board. Yugi was trying to teach him the game, but Jonouchi couldn't figure it out. He kept asking Yugi "What are we doing? How does this game work?" But Yugi only gestured with his hands, saying nothing. He moved pieces around the board and gave Jou a look that seemed to say, "See? Isn't it obvious?"
He realized that the game pieces were carved human figures, painted to look like different sorts of people - farmers with hoes, soldiers carrying swords and bows, and nobles with gold armbands and collars. They moved on their own when Yugi wanted them to, responding to his unspoken directions, but Jou couldn't get his pieces to do anything.
A word came into his head: ushebti - the carved servants given to a deceased pharaoh to do all the work for him in the afterworld. Then Jou noticed one game piece that was bigger than the rest, and painted gold.
"Is that supposed to be the Pharaoh?" he asked Yugi. Yugi nodded emphatically, looking relieved, as if finally Jou had gotten something right.
Suddenly Jou remembered what all this reminded him of: that crazy Shadow Game Bakura had played with them, where he'd sealed all their spirits into little dolls, or was it cards? Or was that even real? Bakura had used that Millennium Ring, -- but how could he have done that? The Ring wasn't Bakura's, Jou thought. It was his. He reached to feel it hanging around his neck where it should be.
As he stared at it, wondering how it got there, it started to glow.
"Yikes! Do you see that, Yugi?"
He glanced across the table at Yugi. A feeling of dread crept up his spine. He felt a sudden chill as a shadow fell over the table, blocking the warmth of the sun.
Yugi stared past him, with the reflected gleam of the Ring in his glittering amethyst eyes. Jou was frozen to the spot. He couldn't turn around to see what was coming up behind him, but he saw Yugi's eyes suddenly grow wide with horror.
Jonouchi sat up suddenly, gasping for breath. He was drenched in cold sweat and shivering, but it took a couple of seconds before he remembered to take a breath. It was just a dream... a weird, creepy dream. But when had he fallen asleep, anyway?
Only then did he remember the even weirder reality. He was sitting on the fancy carpet in a room in Kaiba's mansion, naked as the day he was born, and he'd just had sex with an Ancient Egyptian Priest. The same Priest was beside him, pushing himself up onto his elbows, looking up at Jou with an expression of concern. A naked Priest with Seto Kaiba's eyes. The tattered images from the dream dissipated like mist. Jonouchi found himself wondering if Kaiba looked like that without his clothes on, feeling an almost desperate desire to know if he did.
"What just happened?" he asked, even though he knew the answer was pretty plain. "*That* wasn't a dream, was it?"
Seth looked sorrowful. "No. And yet, in a way, it was."
"Yeah. I guess." He couldn't quite be angry with Seth, or with himself for letting it happen. He'd hardly known what he was doing, but he couldn't feel the regret or alarm he thought he should be feeling. In fact, Seth looked more worried about it than Jou felt.
"I am sorry once again, J'nuchi," he said in a whisper. "My desire for you was real, yet in my heart, I was thinking of Jumoke."
"I know," Jou said quietly. "I got that. It's okay." He stared out the window at the steady stream of water from the sky. "I was thinking of someone else too. Seto Kaiba."
****
Finding himself pinned back against Bakura's body, Ryou went from shivering cold to as hot as a stoked furnace in seconds. His heart pounded rapidly, beating so hard he knew Bakura could feel it against the leather-clad arm that was squeezing Ryou's chest; he could probably hear it over the pounding of the rain outside.
He was afraid, of course, but it wasn't only fear that made his heart race. It was the strength in that arm, and the firm, softly calloused hand over his mouth, and the hard muscles of the chest pressed against his back, and it was the hot breath on his hair as the thief held him close and silent and immobile against him. If his heart didn't give out, he could have stayed like that forever.
"Well, Pretty One, are you happy to see me again?" Bakura said in his low voice at Ryou's ear.
Ryou could only make a little squeak of surprise. He couldn't exactly "see" Bakura, after all, since the thief had hold of him from behind; but he felt him, all right. Felt his solid body pressed against his back, all the way from where his chin rested against Ryou's wet hair to where his hard thighs pressed against the backs of Ryou's legs. Happy wasn't exactly the right word to describe how that was making him feel, but it was close.
Bakura practically lifted him off his feet to push him along the short hallway, and then he paused at the entrance to the main room. Ryou sensed that he was listening and watching for signs of other life in the apartment. From here, he could catch a glimpse into most of the rooms beyond. Of course, there was no one else in the place. Ryou was simultaneously thankful and fearful of the fact that he lived alone, as Bakura would soon discover he did.
"You won't yell, will you? That would not be wise, Pretty One. I know you left your friends behind. Is there anyone nearby who would hear you and come to your aid?"
Ryou managed to shake his head "no" to both questions.
"And where is Seth and his guardian Jonouchi?" Bakura asked. His voice became a hiss when he said Seth's name. "Is the mad priest also searching for me, to try to kill me again?"
Ryou shook his head again, this time sharply, trying to emphasize that Seth was not after Bakura at all.
"Very well. Then we can relax for a moment," Bakura said.
Ryou knew it was probably just his imagination that made those words sound like some kind of intimate invitation. Bakura's hand dropped from his face to encircle his neck. While both arms embraced him firmly, making it clear he was still a captive, graceful fingers lightly caressed the pulse point in his throat. Maybe it wasn't his imagination after all, he thought - or was that a threat rather than a promise? Whatever it really was, he couldn't help letting a small sigh of pleasure escape him at the touch.
Bakura laughed softly. Ryou could feel the vibration of that laughter against his back.
Now that his mouth was free he felt he had to say something. Somehow, the first thing that came to his mind, which was basically "take me, I'm yours," didn't seem like the wisest thing to say under the circumstances. So he said the second thing instead.
"Are you alright?" he asked. "Did Seth hurt you?"
Bakura grunted, apparently surprised by the question.
"Concerned for my safety, Pretty One? Is that why you and your two friends spent the afternoon searching for me in the marketplace?"
"You knew?"
"Of course."
"Why didn't you... " Ryou began, but he didn't bother to finish the question. Of course, Bakura wouldn't come near any of them until he knew that it was safe and that Seth was not nearby.
"Seth went with my friends to visit Kaiba. His home is on the other side of the city. There's no reason any of them would come here," he said quickly. He hoped that was true; someone might guess that Bakura would seek him out, but with any luck (good or bad) they were too busy to think of that yet.
"Kaiba...." Bakura said. "Who is that?"
"He is... he seems to be the Double of Priest Seth in this time. He fell ill when you both arrived here. They went to see if they can figure out why all of this is happening."
Ryou was a little surprised he could think clearly enough to say all of this, with Bakura still holding him pressed against his chest the way he was. He had a feeling that if he could actually *see* Bakura, his brain would stop functioning all together.
However, Bakura seemed to be distracted for a moment by the information Ryou had just given him. That gave Ryou's mind time to start spewing forth the dozen or so other questions he wanted to ask. *Why are you here? Did you kill Jumoke? Were you and Seth really lovers before?* For some reason he didn't really want to hear the answer to that last question. But there were plenty of others he could ask instead.
Before he could pick one of them to begin with, Bakura's hands moved down to his shoulders and turned him around to stand face to face. As Ryou had expected, his brain pretty much stopped working at that point.
Bakura had indeed stolen one of the long leather coats, and it fit him very nicely, emphasizing his broad shoulders and narrow waist. It also went well with the leather pants he'd apparently stolen at the same time. Very well indeed, Ryou thought with a catch in his breath.
As Ryou had guessed he would, Bakura had adapted quickly to modern dress standards, having observed that most men didn't wear skirts and jewelry in this time and place. He'd removed most of his jewelry, including the complicated bracelet that seemed to be an ancient Duel Disc. His chest was still bare under the leather coat, however, and he'd turned his red coat into a sort of bag that was slung over his shoulder. No doubt this held his gold rings and bracelets, his linen kilt, and of course, the Ring.
Ryou's mind skittered over the thought of the two Rings and he felt a pang of concern for the silent Spirit of the Ring. That was what he most wanted to know about. How was this thief from the past related to his own dark spirit?
But then he was distracted by the way Bakura was staring down at him with his shadow-blue eyes. Actually, it was the way Bakura was starting to stare at his mouth that made his brain stutter to silence and his heart speed up another notch.
Then Bakura lowered his gaze to look down at Ryou's hands, which had somehow come to rest against his broad chest. Ryou looked at them as well, surprised to find them there. He couldn't seem to move them away.
Bakura placed one of his long-fingered hands over them and smiled. His other hand came up to Ryou's face, his knuckle caressing Ryou's burning cheek.
"Do you like what you see, Pretty One?" he asked, sounding amused.
But there was more than humor smoldering in Bakura's eyes as he bent down to press his lips against Ryou's slightly open mouth.
Everything he'd ever wondered about himself, everything anyone else had ever said about him, and everything he'd felt in his body since his first glimpse of the thief on Yugi's doorstep, was confirmed by that kiss. This was what he wanted. No doubt about it anymore.
But it wasn't all he wanted. Once he'd crossed this line, the idea of everything that might follow came into his head like a flash of inspiration. His spread his fingers against Bakura's chest, reveling in the feel of his skin, the ripple of his muscles, the beat of his heart. As the thief's tongue tangled with his, he fell against the solid body, this time by his own choice. Bakura murmured in satisfaction and put his arms around Ryou again, drawing him in.
Ryou let his hands press lower. Bakura made another sound, like a knowing laugh low in his throat, as Ryou's fingers slid daringly into the tight waistband of the leather pants.
"You do know what you want, don't you, Pretty One?" Bakura said.
Ryou certainly did know. He'd never done any of this before, but he'd thought of it often enough. He didn't really need Bakura's hand guiding his head to nuzzle the thief's jaw and neck, to taste the salty, musky skin inside the collar of the leather coat. He didn't really need Bakura's hand guiding his own still lower to cup the solid handful of his erection that pressed eagerly through the leather pants.
"Do you have a bed? Or have the people of this world devised some other method of indulging in pleasure?" Bakura asked.
"Bed?" Ryou said, his voice almost a squeak of surprise again. "Oh, yes, of course we have beds. I have a bed. It's in the bedroom."
He babbled on for a few seconds before he could actually get his feet moving. Not taking his hands off Bakura, he led him across the main room to another hallway, and then to the open door of his bedroom. Bakura glanced inside, spotted the bed with its thick comforter and pillows, and smiled.
"You live in great comfort in this world of yours," he said with appreciation. "I would think you must be the son of a prince or nobleman, but it appears that many people have these luxuries."
"Um, yes, I suppose so," Ryou murmured, not really interested in comparative cultural analysis at the moment.
Bakura laughed at his confusion. With a swift movement he lifted Ryou off his feet, carried him across the room in two broad strides of his long legs, and dove onto the bed with Ryou beneath him.
Ryou made an instinctive but useless effort to scramble up. It wasn't only useless because Bakura's weight and his strong hands held him down, though. Ryou knew he didn't really want to get up. Especially when Bakura's hand fell firmly onto his crotch.
"Gah-yeesss!" Ryou gasped, and involuntarily threw his head back. Bakura took advantage of the opportunity to fasten his lips on Ryou's exposed neck, flicking his tongue over the pulse throbbing there. It wasn't the only thing that was throbbing, as Bakura's hand pressed knowingly against Ryou's swelling erection through denim that had become uncomfortably tight.
The thief was indeed clever and highly adaptable, as he demonstrated by swiftly undoing the buttons and zipper of Ryou's jeans and pulling them off, along with shoes and socks and underwear. Ryou hardly had time to move before he found himself lying back on the bed with Bakura once again holding him down. The thief's hands were on his shoulders, knees pressed against his naked thighs. Ryou had nothing left on but his shirt, which somehow made him feel more exposed than if he'd just been naked.
Bakura looked down at him, smiling as he let his gaze wander over Ryou.
"I like what I see, Pretty One," he said, his voice thick with lust. He held Ryou down with one hand on his shoulder, not that Ryou was making any effort to go anywhere. The other hand lazily stroked Ryou's dancing erection. Ryou panted helplessly. His hands ran up along Bakura's tightly muscled arms to his neck, where his fingers played with the uneven strands of sun-bleached hair.
Ryou was beyond speech and nearly beyond thought. Did Bakura have any idea how long he'd wanted this? For what seemed like a very long time now, he'd dreamed of being touched like this - dreamed of the Spirit of the Ring touching his body as he had invaded his mind. Did the Spirit know of his desire? He wasn't sure, since he kept it buried in the far corners of his mind and heart. But maybe the desire in this Bakura's eyes and touch was an echo of his own. He couldn't dare hope the Spirit of the Ring would want him like this.
Ryou's hands found their way down Bakura's chest and stomach to the top of those leather pants again. While he tried to figure out how to get his hands inside them, Bakura sat back and drew off his leather coat. Ryou sighed, running his hands back up over muscled chest and shoulders. Then he returned to the problem of the thief's leather pants.
Bakura pushed his fumbling fingers away with a growl, and swiftly removed them himself.
"Oh...." Ryou said. He couldn't take his eyes of Bakura's body. It was like something he'd dreamed about. It was perfect. He didn't bother to try to hide his admiration.
Bakura knelt over him, his erection bobbing heavily above Ryou's stomach, the muscles of his arms and legs rippling. He slid his hands up under Ryou's shirt and pulled it off of him. All that was left between them was the Millennium Ring.
Bakura scowled at the Ring as if it was a snake that might strike him. Gingerly he reached for it. As soon as his fingers touched the gold surface, he hissed and winced. Ryou felt as well as saw a brief flash. Startled, he grabbed the Ring, looking quickly from it to the thief and back again. Nothing else happened for a few seconds.
Or did it? Was there a different gleam in Bakura's eyes, a flash of red in the depth of the shadows there? Did his expression change for a moment? Did he speak aloud, or was it only in Ryou's mind that he heard someone say "mine" like a sigh and a hiss of laughter?
With a snarl, Bakura wrapped his fist around the cord and yanked. Before Ryou could react the Ring had been torn from him. Bakura held it dangling in the air, his face a grimace of pain and fear as he stared at it for a second. Then he fixed his blue-eyed gaze on Ryou again. He let go of the cord, and the Ring landed heavily on the bed next to Ryou. He could feel its familiar cold touch against his ribs as Bakura pressed down onto him.
He felt like an open circuit, as if some kind of electric current rushed through him, causing sparks of heat wherever Bakura touched him. Moans gathered in his throat and forced their way out of his mouth as his body rose, seeking more contact. Bakura's hardness pressed against his, making him throb with need. He spread his legs wider and wrapped them around Bakura as another, louder moan escaped him.
Bakura's mouth was on his skin, hot and wet on his neck and face and chest. His weight pressed Ryou down against the tangled sheets. Bakura slid his hands underneath Ryou and squeezed his ass, pulling him up to increase the pressure of his thrusts. Ryou wrapped his fingers in Bakura's wild tangle of hair and held on as if for dear life. His cries became sharper as the pressure built in his groin, as if something was trying to break free inside him.
Bakura's hands scrambled over him, as if trying to find something they couldn't quite get hold of. Ryou knew vaguely what they were seeking, what Bakura wanted to do, and he would have wanted it too, mindlessly desiring Bakura's full weight on him and inside of him. But their need was too great and too sudden. The friction and heat and the sliding weight of Bakura's body on his took him to the edge. He heard Bakura groan, mouth pressed against his hair, and he knew it was too late to do any more.
His hips jerked convulsively, making Bakura moan again. He yelled out loud as he came. For a few seconds all of his awareness was focused on the sensation of Bakura's cock pulsing alongside his own, and the warm, slick pool that spread between their bodies.
As the final waves shuddered through him, Ryou's muscles trembled, but he couldn't release the grip of his arms and legs around Bakura's body. They were as close as they could be without one being inside of the other. Bakura's weight threatened to take the air from his lungs and stop his heart, but he didn't want to let go yet.
With a ragged sigh, Bakura slid off to the side. Although Ryou tried to stay wrapped around the thief's body, he found himself gathered into those strong arms again and laid on his side instead. Once again he was pulled back against that broad chest. He could feel the strong pounding of Bakura's heart as it slowed to normal.
Bakura's hand cupped his sensitive but diminishing cock with a warm and possessive touch. Ryou sighed. His throat was raw from yelling. He wrapped his hands around the arms that held him and let his head rest on Bakura's shoulder, as a perfect wave of exhaustion swept him under.
***
The strength of his desire for the pretty one took Bakura by surprise. Ever since he'd first seen him, and especially since they first touched when he captured the boy in the doorway to his home, he'd wanted him as he never remembered wanting anyone. Even the cursed Priest who had captured his heart had not gripped him with a sense of need like this.
He held the boy close after they both spent themselves, breathing in his sweet, clean scent. His skin was a delight to touch, as fine and smooth as polished white stone, as delicate and pale as eggshell. His hair, even wet from the rain, felt as soft as mist against his cheek. But for all his beauty, there seemed to be some fiery strength inside him, as if it was his ka, his soul, that drew Bakura to him so irresistibly.
When he'd sensed the desire in the body that he held captive, and then saw the longing in the boy's doe-like eyes, he knew they had to have each other. He'd quickly determined that the place they were in was unoccupied. He could always tell; it was one of the gifts he'd developed as a thief. He was glad, because he didn't think he could have held back once he had the pretty one in his arms even if the Pharaoh's army had been camped out in the next room.
The boy had drifted away now, overcome by the strength of his release. Bakura gazed down at him, frowning slightly. He thought about Seth, and the one named Kaiba the boy had mentioned. He was not surprised that this Kaiba was the Double of the Priest, not after seeing Doubles of Jumoke and Akiiki in this time and place.
And, it seemed, this boy was his own Double. Had he ever looked so delicate? If he had, it was when he was much younger, before the desert sun and the life of a thief had hardened him. Perhaps far back in his unremembered youth he had eggshell skin and a soft cloud of hair.
All of that time was long forgotten, though. He had no memories of being young at all, and little but the blur of sand and wind, of raids and hiding among the tumbled stones of forgotten tombs, until he went one day to steal from a rich but isolated shrine on an island in the northern arms of the river. On that day he was surprised by a young Priest with amazing blue eyes that still haunted his dreams with longing.
Holding this one in his arms as he dozed, Bakura felt his desire for Seth grow quiet for the first time since he could remember. Already he wanted to make love to him again, more slowly this time, taking him completely as he'd been too surprised by need to do so the first time. He had no doubt the pretty one wanted him in the same way.
He kissed the delicate tip of the boy's ear, taken by a wave of tenderness that was like nothing he'd ever felt, and yet it was strangely familiar. He'd never known this boy before today, so why did the desire to hold him so close seem like an old ache in his heart?
The sweet one stirred and his eyes fluttered open. There was a searching look in his eyes before a smile filled his soft face. He pressed himself gently against Bakura's body, warm and softly solid. Bakura closed his eyes and kept his arms wrapped tightly around the slim body. Jumoke and his accursed Ring and the insanity of Seth could wait indefinitely, as far as he was concerned. For the moment, there was no other place he desired to be.
***
Ryou returned slowly from his sweet oblivion. He opened his eyes to find Bakura watching him. He smiled, and Bakura's brow twitched, as if he was trying not to smile back.
"That was wonderful," Ryou sighed, snuggling closer to the thief. He knew it sounded corny and he didn't care.
"It was your first time, wasn't it, pretty one?" Bakura said, sounding amused.
"Yes," Ryou answered honestly. He flushed crimson. "Well, the first time with another person."
He heard the nearly silent rumble of Bakura's laughter in his chest. "Hathor has gifted you with a natural skill for pleasure."
Ryou blushed again as he took this for the compliment it was meant to be. At the same time, he felt a strange thrill to realize he was with someone who took a goddess like Hathor for granted. It flashed into his mind that his father would dearly love to meet Bakura and Seth so he could ask them a lifetime's worth of questions about the world they lived in.
He shook the thought of his father out of his head, thanking whatever gods there were that he was far away in Egypt at the moment. He had plenty of questions of his own for Bakura, if he could just get his mind working again to think of them.
But Bakura was running fingers through his hair, and down his neck and his arm. He held Ryou close and nuzzled his neck, making Ryou's pulse race again while his thoughts slowed to a crawl. Bakura breathed in deeply, and then Ryou shivered with delight as he felt the thief's warm breath on his skin.
"You smell very pleasant, Pretty One," Bakura said. "Clean and sweet, as if you just stepped from the fresh springs of the desert oasis."
"Not that I mind you calling me that, but my name is Ryou, if you would care to use it," he said politely.
"Ryou, then," Bakura said, although it came out of his mouth in a funny way. "Your scent is just as sweet, whatever you have me call you." He buried his face in Ryou's hair.
Ryou had to chuckle. The thief smelled rather stronger, of sweat and dirt and stale scented oils, and now of sex as well. Under the circumstances, Ryou found his scent intoxicating, but he knew that by modern standards, he was disgusting. Truth to tell, Seth hadn't been much better, only with more scented oil and less dirt.
"We bathe quite often in this country," Ryou said, feeling lightheaded. "Everyone has a bath in their house, even the commonest folk, and fresh water is not scarce. A nice, hot batch is just the thing for a chilly, rainy day. I could give you a bath, if you like...."
Bakura raised his head. There was a gleam in his eye that drove all of the questions out of Ryou's mind.
***
(to be continued... )
Author: Tsutsuji
Date written: completed 3/28, as a present to myself. Happy Birthday to me!
Fandom: Yu-gi-oh!
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Thief Bakura/Ryou, others mentioned
Original characters: no
Type: yaoi/slash
Warnings: m/m lust and sex.
Status: in progress.
Spoilers: Yes, for Ancient Egypt (Memory World) arc, although this contains an alternate history.
Disclaimer: I do not own the copyright to these characters and I'm making no profit from this fic and intend no copyright infringement.
Summary: Thief Bakura and Ryou act on their intense attraction to each other.
Archive:
Notes: I've wanted to do the Thief/Ryou scene for a year now. I'm happy. ^_^
(The story so far: Priest Seth and Thief Bakura from Ancient Egypt appeared in front of Jonouchi in modern Domino, apparently trying to kill each other with real Duel Monsters. Jou discovers that they come from an alternate past where the Other Yugi was never Pharaoh, and his own counterpart, Jumoke, was the keeper of the Millennium Ring. Jumoke, Seth's lover, is dead; and Bakura, Seth's former lover, was suspected of killing him, especially after it is revealed that Bakura now has Jumoke's Ring. The arrival of the Priest and the Thief in the present seems to be causing life energy to be drained from Seto Kaiba and from Ryou Bakura, while Yami Bakura warned Ryou of a great danger approaching. Honda, Anzu, and Ryou went to look for the escaped Thief, while Jou, Seth and Yugi went to check on Kaiba, where they found him growing weaker by the minute. Seth, caught up in memories of Jumoke, found Jou alone in a room at Kaiba's mansion. Jou let Seth make love to him; meanwhile, the missing Thief found Ryou alone at home.)
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Chapter 7: The Finer Things
The finer things keep shining through
The way my soul gets lost in you
The finer things I feel in me
The golden dance life could be
--The Finer Things, by Steve Winwood
***
In a dream, Jonouchi was playing a game with Yugi. The sun was hot on the back of his neck as he bent over a low table, looking at the little game pieces arranged on a brightly painted board. Yugi was trying to teach him the game, but Jonouchi couldn't figure it out. He kept asking Yugi "What are we doing? How does this game work?" But Yugi only gestured with his hands, saying nothing. He moved pieces around the board and gave Jou a look that seemed to say, "See? Isn't it obvious?"
He realized that the game pieces were carved human figures, painted to look like different sorts of people - farmers with hoes, soldiers carrying swords and bows, and nobles with gold armbands and collars. They moved on their own when Yugi wanted them to, responding to his unspoken directions, but Jou couldn't get his pieces to do anything.
A word came into his head: ushebti - the carved servants given to a deceased pharaoh to do all the work for him in the afterworld. Then Jou noticed one game piece that was bigger than the rest, and painted gold.
"Is that supposed to be the Pharaoh?" he asked Yugi. Yugi nodded emphatically, looking relieved, as if finally Jou had gotten something right.
Suddenly Jou remembered what all this reminded him of: that crazy Shadow Game Bakura had played with them, where he'd sealed all their spirits into little dolls, or was it cards? Or was that even real? Bakura had used that Millennium Ring, -- but how could he have done that? The Ring wasn't Bakura's, Jou thought. It was his. He reached to feel it hanging around his neck where it should be.
As he stared at it, wondering how it got there, it started to glow.
"Yikes! Do you see that, Yugi?"
He glanced across the table at Yugi. A feeling of dread crept up his spine. He felt a sudden chill as a shadow fell over the table, blocking the warmth of the sun.
Yugi stared past him, with the reflected gleam of the Ring in his glittering amethyst eyes. Jou was frozen to the spot. He couldn't turn around to see what was coming up behind him, but he saw Yugi's eyes suddenly grow wide with horror.
Jonouchi sat up suddenly, gasping for breath. He was drenched in cold sweat and shivering, but it took a couple of seconds before he remembered to take a breath. It was just a dream... a weird, creepy dream. But when had he fallen asleep, anyway?
Only then did he remember the even weirder reality. He was sitting on the fancy carpet in a room in Kaiba's mansion, naked as the day he was born, and he'd just had sex with an Ancient Egyptian Priest. The same Priest was beside him, pushing himself up onto his elbows, looking up at Jou with an expression of concern. A naked Priest with Seto Kaiba's eyes. The tattered images from the dream dissipated like mist. Jonouchi found himself wondering if Kaiba looked like that without his clothes on, feeling an almost desperate desire to know if he did.
"What just happened?" he asked, even though he knew the answer was pretty plain. "*That* wasn't a dream, was it?"
Seth looked sorrowful. "No. And yet, in a way, it was."
"Yeah. I guess." He couldn't quite be angry with Seth, or with himself for letting it happen. He'd hardly known what he was doing, but he couldn't feel the regret or alarm he thought he should be feeling. In fact, Seth looked more worried about it than Jou felt.
"I am sorry once again, J'nuchi," he said in a whisper. "My desire for you was real, yet in my heart, I was thinking of Jumoke."
"I know," Jou said quietly. "I got that. It's okay." He stared out the window at the steady stream of water from the sky. "I was thinking of someone else too. Seto Kaiba."
****
Finding himself pinned back against Bakura's body, Ryou went from shivering cold to as hot as a stoked furnace in seconds. His heart pounded rapidly, beating so hard he knew Bakura could feel it against the leather-clad arm that was squeezing Ryou's chest; he could probably hear it over the pounding of the rain outside.
He was afraid, of course, but it wasn't only fear that made his heart race. It was the strength in that arm, and the firm, softly calloused hand over his mouth, and the hard muscles of the chest pressed against his back, and it was the hot breath on his hair as the thief held him close and silent and immobile against him. If his heart didn't give out, he could have stayed like that forever.
"Well, Pretty One, are you happy to see me again?" Bakura said in his low voice at Ryou's ear.
Ryou could only make a little squeak of surprise. He couldn't exactly "see" Bakura, after all, since the thief had hold of him from behind; but he felt him, all right. Felt his solid body pressed against his back, all the way from where his chin rested against Ryou's wet hair to where his hard thighs pressed against the backs of Ryou's legs. Happy wasn't exactly the right word to describe how that was making him feel, but it was close.
Bakura practically lifted him off his feet to push him along the short hallway, and then he paused at the entrance to the main room. Ryou sensed that he was listening and watching for signs of other life in the apartment. From here, he could catch a glimpse into most of the rooms beyond. Of course, there was no one else in the place. Ryou was simultaneously thankful and fearful of the fact that he lived alone, as Bakura would soon discover he did.
"You won't yell, will you? That would not be wise, Pretty One. I know you left your friends behind. Is there anyone nearby who would hear you and come to your aid?"
Ryou managed to shake his head "no" to both questions.
"And where is Seth and his guardian Jonouchi?" Bakura asked. His voice became a hiss when he said Seth's name. "Is the mad priest also searching for me, to try to kill me again?"
Ryou shook his head again, this time sharply, trying to emphasize that Seth was not after Bakura at all.
"Very well. Then we can relax for a moment," Bakura said.
Ryou knew it was probably just his imagination that made those words sound like some kind of intimate invitation. Bakura's hand dropped from his face to encircle his neck. While both arms embraced him firmly, making it clear he was still a captive, graceful fingers lightly caressed the pulse point in his throat. Maybe it wasn't his imagination after all, he thought - or was that a threat rather than a promise? Whatever it really was, he couldn't help letting a small sigh of pleasure escape him at the touch.
Bakura laughed softly. Ryou could feel the vibration of that laughter against his back.
Now that his mouth was free he felt he had to say something. Somehow, the first thing that came to his mind, which was basically "take me, I'm yours," didn't seem like the wisest thing to say under the circumstances. So he said the second thing instead.
"Are you alright?" he asked. "Did Seth hurt you?"
Bakura grunted, apparently surprised by the question.
"Concerned for my safety, Pretty One? Is that why you and your two friends spent the afternoon searching for me in the marketplace?"
"You knew?"
"Of course."
"Why didn't you... " Ryou began, but he didn't bother to finish the question. Of course, Bakura wouldn't come near any of them until he knew that it was safe and that Seth was not nearby.
"Seth went with my friends to visit Kaiba. His home is on the other side of the city. There's no reason any of them would come here," he said quickly. He hoped that was true; someone might guess that Bakura would seek him out, but with any luck (good or bad) they were too busy to think of that yet.
"Kaiba...." Bakura said. "Who is that?"
"He is... he seems to be the Double of Priest Seth in this time. He fell ill when you both arrived here. They went to see if they can figure out why all of this is happening."
Ryou was a little surprised he could think clearly enough to say all of this, with Bakura still holding him pressed against his chest the way he was. He had a feeling that if he could actually *see* Bakura, his brain would stop functioning all together.
However, Bakura seemed to be distracted for a moment by the information Ryou had just given him. That gave Ryou's mind time to start spewing forth the dozen or so other questions he wanted to ask. *Why are you here? Did you kill Jumoke? Were you and Seth really lovers before?* For some reason he didn't really want to hear the answer to that last question. But there were plenty of others he could ask instead.
Before he could pick one of them to begin with, Bakura's hands moved down to his shoulders and turned him around to stand face to face. As Ryou had expected, his brain pretty much stopped working at that point.
Bakura had indeed stolen one of the long leather coats, and it fit him very nicely, emphasizing his broad shoulders and narrow waist. It also went well with the leather pants he'd apparently stolen at the same time. Very well indeed, Ryou thought with a catch in his breath.
As Ryou had guessed he would, Bakura had adapted quickly to modern dress standards, having observed that most men didn't wear skirts and jewelry in this time and place. He'd removed most of his jewelry, including the complicated bracelet that seemed to be an ancient Duel Disc. His chest was still bare under the leather coat, however, and he'd turned his red coat into a sort of bag that was slung over his shoulder. No doubt this held his gold rings and bracelets, his linen kilt, and of course, the Ring.
Ryou's mind skittered over the thought of the two Rings and he felt a pang of concern for the silent Spirit of the Ring. That was what he most wanted to know about. How was this thief from the past related to his own dark spirit?
But then he was distracted by the way Bakura was staring down at him with his shadow-blue eyes. Actually, it was the way Bakura was starting to stare at his mouth that made his brain stutter to silence and his heart speed up another notch.
Then Bakura lowered his gaze to look down at Ryou's hands, which had somehow come to rest against his broad chest. Ryou looked at them as well, surprised to find them there. He couldn't seem to move them away.
Bakura placed one of his long-fingered hands over them and smiled. His other hand came up to Ryou's face, his knuckle caressing Ryou's burning cheek.
"Do you like what you see, Pretty One?" he asked, sounding amused.
But there was more than humor smoldering in Bakura's eyes as he bent down to press his lips against Ryou's slightly open mouth.
Everything he'd ever wondered about himself, everything anyone else had ever said about him, and everything he'd felt in his body since his first glimpse of the thief on Yugi's doorstep, was confirmed by that kiss. This was what he wanted. No doubt about it anymore.
But it wasn't all he wanted. Once he'd crossed this line, the idea of everything that might follow came into his head like a flash of inspiration. His spread his fingers against Bakura's chest, reveling in the feel of his skin, the ripple of his muscles, the beat of his heart. As the thief's tongue tangled with his, he fell against the solid body, this time by his own choice. Bakura murmured in satisfaction and put his arms around Ryou again, drawing him in.
Ryou let his hands press lower. Bakura made another sound, like a knowing laugh low in his throat, as Ryou's fingers slid daringly into the tight waistband of the leather pants.
"You do know what you want, don't you, Pretty One?" Bakura said.
Ryou certainly did know. He'd never done any of this before, but he'd thought of it often enough. He didn't really need Bakura's hand guiding his head to nuzzle the thief's jaw and neck, to taste the salty, musky skin inside the collar of the leather coat. He didn't really need Bakura's hand guiding his own still lower to cup the solid handful of his erection that pressed eagerly through the leather pants.
"Do you have a bed? Or have the people of this world devised some other method of indulging in pleasure?" Bakura asked.
"Bed?" Ryou said, his voice almost a squeak of surprise again. "Oh, yes, of course we have beds. I have a bed. It's in the bedroom."
He babbled on for a few seconds before he could actually get his feet moving. Not taking his hands off Bakura, he led him across the main room to another hallway, and then to the open door of his bedroom. Bakura glanced inside, spotted the bed with its thick comforter and pillows, and smiled.
"You live in great comfort in this world of yours," he said with appreciation. "I would think you must be the son of a prince or nobleman, but it appears that many people have these luxuries."
"Um, yes, I suppose so," Ryou murmured, not really interested in comparative cultural analysis at the moment.
Bakura laughed at his confusion. With a swift movement he lifted Ryou off his feet, carried him across the room in two broad strides of his long legs, and dove onto the bed with Ryou beneath him.
Ryou made an instinctive but useless effort to scramble up. It wasn't only useless because Bakura's weight and his strong hands held him down, though. Ryou knew he didn't really want to get up. Especially when Bakura's hand fell firmly onto his crotch.
"Gah-yeesss!" Ryou gasped, and involuntarily threw his head back. Bakura took advantage of the opportunity to fasten his lips on Ryou's exposed neck, flicking his tongue over the pulse throbbing there. It wasn't the only thing that was throbbing, as Bakura's hand pressed knowingly against Ryou's swelling erection through denim that had become uncomfortably tight.
The thief was indeed clever and highly adaptable, as he demonstrated by swiftly undoing the buttons and zipper of Ryou's jeans and pulling them off, along with shoes and socks and underwear. Ryou hardly had time to move before he found himself lying back on the bed with Bakura once again holding him down. The thief's hands were on his shoulders, knees pressed against his naked thighs. Ryou had nothing left on but his shirt, which somehow made him feel more exposed than if he'd just been naked.
Bakura looked down at him, smiling as he let his gaze wander over Ryou.
"I like what I see, Pretty One," he said, his voice thick with lust. He held Ryou down with one hand on his shoulder, not that Ryou was making any effort to go anywhere. The other hand lazily stroked Ryou's dancing erection. Ryou panted helplessly. His hands ran up along Bakura's tightly muscled arms to his neck, where his fingers played with the uneven strands of sun-bleached hair.
Ryou was beyond speech and nearly beyond thought. Did Bakura have any idea how long he'd wanted this? For what seemed like a very long time now, he'd dreamed of being touched like this - dreamed of the Spirit of the Ring touching his body as he had invaded his mind. Did the Spirit know of his desire? He wasn't sure, since he kept it buried in the far corners of his mind and heart. But maybe the desire in this Bakura's eyes and touch was an echo of his own. He couldn't dare hope the Spirit of the Ring would want him like this.
Ryou's hands found their way down Bakura's chest and stomach to the top of those leather pants again. While he tried to figure out how to get his hands inside them, Bakura sat back and drew off his leather coat. Ryou sighed, running his hands back up over muscled chest and shoulders. Then he returned to the problem of the thief's leather pants.
Bakura pushed his fumbling fingers away with a growl, and swiftly removed them himself.
"Oh...." Ryou said. He couldn't take his eyes of Bakura's body. It was like something he'd dreamed about. It was perfect. He didn't bother to try to hide his admiration.
Bakura knelt over him, his erection bobbing heavily above Ryou's stomach, the muscles of his arms and legs rippling. He slid his hands up under Ryou's shirt and pulled it off of him. All that was left between them was the Millennium Ring.
Bakura scowled at the Ring as if it was a snake that might strike him. Gingerly he reached for it. As soon as his fingers touched the gold surface, he hissed and winced. Ryou felt as well as saw a brief flash. Startled, he grabbed the Ring, looking quickly from it to the thief and back again. Nothing else happened for a few seconds.
Or did it? Was there a different gleam in Bakura's eyes, a flash of red in the depth of the shadows there? Did his expression change for a moment? Did he speak aloud, or was it only in Ryou's mind that he heard someone say "mine" like a sigh and a hiss of laughter?
With a snarl, Bakura wrapped his fist around the cord and yanked. Before Ryou could react the Ring had been torn from him. Bakura held it dangling in the air, his face a grimace of pain and fear as he stared at it for a second. Then he fixed his blue-eyed gaze on Ryou again. He let go of the cord, and the Ring landed heavily on the bed next to Ryou. He could feel its familiar cold touch against his ribs as Bakura pressed down onto him.
He felt like an open circuit, as if some kind of electric current rushed through him, causing sparks of heat wherever Bakura touched him. Moans gathered in his throat and forced their way out of his mouth as his body rose, seeking more contact. Bakura's hardness pressed against his, making him throb with need. He spread his legs wider and wrapped them around Bakura as another, louder moan escaped him.
Bakura's mouth was on his skin, hot and wet on his neck and face and chest. His weight pressed Ryou down against the tangled sheets. Bakura slid his hands underneath Ryou and squeezed his ass, pulling him up to increase the pressure of his thrusts. Ryou wrapped his fingers in Bakura's wild tangle of hair and held on as if for dear life. His cries became sharper as the pressure built in his groin, as if something was trying to break free inside him.
Bakura's hands scrambled over him, as if trying to find something they couldn't quite get hold of. Ryou knew vaguely what they were seeking, what Bakura wanted to do, and he would have wanted it too, mindlessly desiring Bakura's full weight on him and inside of him. But their need was too great and too sudden. The friction and heat and the sliding weight of Bakura's body on his took him to the edge. He heard Bakura groan, mouth pressed against his hair, and he knew it was too late to do any more.
His hips jerked convulsively, making Bakura moan again. He yelled out loud as he came. For a few seconds all of his awareness was focused on the sensation of Bakura's cock pulsing alongside his own, and the warm, slick pool that spread between their bodies.
As the final waves shuddered through him, Ryou's muscles trembled, but he couldn't release the grip of his arms and legs around Bakura's body. They were as close as they could be without one being inside of the other. Bakura's weight threatened to take the air from his lungs and stop his heart, but he didn't want to let go yet.
With a ragged sigh, Bakura slid off to the side. Although Ryou tried to stay wrapped around the thief's body, he found himself gathered into those strong arms again and laid on his side instead. Once again he was pulled back against that broad chest. He could feel the strong pounding of Bakura's heart as it slowed to normal.
Bakura's hand cupped his sensitive but diminishing cock with a warm and possessive touch. Ryou sighed. His throat was raw from yelling. He wrapped his hands around the arms that held him and let his head rest on Bakura's shoulder, as a perfect wave of exhaustion swept him under.
***
The strength of his desire for the pretty one took Bakura by surprise. Ever since he'd first seen him, and especially since they first touched when he captured the boy in the doorway to his home, he'd wanted him as he never remembered wanting anyone. Even the cursed Priest who had captured his heart had not gripped him with a sense of need like this.
He held the boy close after they both spent themselves, breathing in his sweet, clean scent. His skin was a delight to touch, as fine and smooth as polished white stone, as delicate and pale as eggshell. His hair, even wet from the rain, felt as soft as mist against his cheek. But for all his beauty, there seemed to be some fiery strength inside him, as if it was his ka, his soul, that drew Bakura to him so irresistibly.
When he'd sensed the desire in the body that he held captive, and then saw the longing in the boy's doe-like eyes, he knew they had to have each other. He'd quickly determined that the place they were in was unoccupied. He could always tell; it was one of the gifts he'd developed as a thief. He was glad, because he didn't think he could have held back once he had the pretty one in his arms even if the Pharaoh's army had been camped out in the next room.
The boy had drifted away now, overcome by the strength of his release. Bakura gazed down at him, frowning slightly. He thought about Seth, and the one named Kaiba the boy had mentioned. He was not surprised that this Kaiba was the Double of the Priest, not after seeing Doubles of Jumoke and Akiiki in this time and place.
And, it seemed, this boy was his own Double. Had he ever looked so delicate? If he had, it was when he was much younger, before the desert sun and the life of a thief had hardened him. Perhaps far back in his unremembered youth he had eggshell skin and a soft cloud of hair.
All of that time was long forgotten, though. He had no memories of being young at all, and little but the blur of sand and wind, of raids and hiding among the tumbled stones of forgotten tombs, until he went one day to steal from a rich but isolated shrine on an island in the northern arms of the river. On that day he was surprised by a young Priest with amazing blue eyes that still haunted his dreams with longing.
Holding this one in his arms as he dozed, Bakura felt his desire for Seth grow quiet for the first time since he could remember. Already he wanted to make love to him again, more slowly this time, taking him completely as he'd been too surprised by need to do so the first time. He had no doubt the pretty one wanted him in the same way.
He kissed the delicate tip of the boy's ear, taken by a wave of tenderness that was like nothing he'd ever felt, and yet it was strangely familiar. He'd never known this boy before today, so why did the desire to hold him so close seem like an old ache in his heart?
The sweet one stirred and his eyes fluttered open. There was a searching look in his eyes before a smile filled his soft face. He pressed himself gently against Bakura's body, warm and softly solid. Bakura closed his eyes and kept his arms wrapped tightly around the slim body. Jumoke and his accursed Ring and the insanity of Seth could wait indefinitely, as far as he was concerned. For the moment, there was no other place he desired to be.
***
Ryou returned slowly from his sweet oblivion. He opened his eyes to find Bakura watching him. He smiled, and Bakura's brow twitched, as if he was trying not to smile back.
"That was wonderful," Ryou sighed, snuggling closer to the thief. He knew it sounded corny and he didn't care.
"It was your first time, wasn't it, pretty one?" Bakura said, sounding amused.
"Yes," Ryou answered honestly. He flushed crimson. "Well, the first time with another person."
He heard the nearly silent rumble of Bakura's laughter in his chest. "Hathor has gifted you with a natural skill for pleasure."
Ryou blushed again as he took this for the compliment it was meant to be. At the same time, he felt a strange thrill to realize he was with someone who took a goddess like Hathor for granted. It flashed into his mind that his father would dearly love to meet Bakura and Seth so he could ask them a lifetime's worth of questions about the world they lived in.
He shook the thought of his father out of his head, thanking whatever gods there were that he was far away in Egypt at the moment. He had plenty of questions of his own for Bakura, if he could just get his mind working again to think of them.
But Bakura was running fingers through his hair, and down his neck and his arm. He held Ryou close and nuzzled his neck, making Ryou's pulse race again while his thoughts slowed to a crawl. Bakura breathed in deeply, and then Ryou shivered with delight as he felt the thief's warm breath on his skin.
"You smell very pleasant, Pretty One," Bakura said. "Clean and sweet, as if you just stepped from the fresh springs of the desert oasis."
"Not that I mind you calling me that, but my name is Ryou, if you would care to use it," he said politely.
"Ryou, then," Bakura said, although it came out of his mouth in a funny way. "Your scent is just as sweet, whatever you have me call you." He buried his face in Ryou's hair.
Ryou had to chuckle. The thief smelled rather stronger, of sweat and dirt and stale scented oils, and now of sex as well. Under the circumstances, Ryou found his scent intoxicating, but he knew that by modern standards, he was disgusting. Truth to tell, Seth hadn't been much better, only with more scented oil and less dirt.
"We bathe quite often in this country," Ryou said, feeling lightheaded. "Everyone has a bath in their house, even the commonest folk, and fresh water is not scarce. A nice, hot batch is just the thing for a chilly, rainy day. I could give you a bath, if you like...."
Bakura raised his head. There was a gleam in his eye that drove all of the questions out of Ryou's mind.
***
(to be continued... )