RFYLH: Hey Readers! I wrote this as a lime-ish sort of thing in inspiration from a story called: 'Desert Rose'! It was a very good one but that one was Yami/Bakura this one is Bakura/Ryou….it might seem like Akefia/Ryou but trust me…this is Bakura. Just think of him tanner still with long hair with a red cloak and you should get my vision. I also got the lap dance idea from a story called: 'Lock Down'. That one is good too!
Disclaimer: I don't own YGO and inspiration is provided today by a fic called: 'Desert Rose' and a fic called: 'Lock Down'. They rock! The plot, however is mine, I believe, or maybe that evil plot bunny…
EPB: *sniggers*
RFYLH: *sweatdrop* Anyways…
Warnings: Yaoi, or boy on boy! Don't like, Don't read, I'm warning you now. Also, lap dances, not really all that detailed, and belly dancers! Whoooooo!
Last Note: Try Reading this while listening to Desert Rose! It is a song you can find on You tube . com
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The harem dancers sparkled in the light of the night fire.
One by one they danced to their respective songs, hips flowing and arms twisting.
The musicians off to the side continued every song in their well practiced manner, not missing a beat.
A man stood off to the side enjoying the show as women tall and short with flowing hair of all different colors stepped up to the fire and dance around it with their many differing out fits.
He was there to look for what was his. The man that owned this harem and had put it on display had taken something precious from him and he was going to get it back.
He glanced at the fire and then at the crowd as they dwindled.
Ah, not much time now.
He kept watching and when he heard the familiar drum beat, his heart echoed, it was time.
He stepped closer to the fire.
At first all you could see of the dancer was her slim ankles poised on the outer ring of the fire, the alabaster skin something rare in the sands of Egypt.
The voice came over the hushed crowd with a loud sureness that had a sensual touch to it as the singer of the vocalist of the musicians sang.
The woman stepped forward as the drum beats came at a steady rhythm and the hips shook the golden trinket attached a little lower than the hips and swayed the fabric that looped on the side and gave a view of her naked thighs.
A toned stomach next and a flat chest with a single band around the top half that supported a slender neck and an effeminate face. White hair swished around as 'she' danced.
The tomb robber's eyes lit up. What a pretty 'young lady'.
He moved closer and sat down on the sand.
The dancer moved over the movements of her body sinuous and taunting.
She came close to him and the song picked up an undulating tone and the dancer followed suit.
Her hips rolled and the wave washed all the way up to her locks of white and down again.
The tomb robber shivered at how close the dancer had gotten to him and he reached his hand out to her, beckoning, "Lap dance my dear?" He asked it quietly but the dancer turned to him nonetheless.
She smiled and her doe-brown eyes showed mischief. She sidled over in time with the music and straddled him where he sat.
For a moment doe-brown met crimson and then the lap dance began.
Her body moved on top of his, hips dancing across his lap, and her flat chest rolled to the music. Periodically she would throw back her head and whip her hair around.
The tomb robber licked his lips and grinned.
Towards the end of the song she leaned forward and spoke in his ear, "Bakura."
He then spoke into hers a little longer and more worded but still meaningful, "Ryou my pretty hikari, I will win you back tonight. You will parade as a woman no longer."
As the song left, so did the dancer as the next took his place.
Bakura smirked and got up, his red cloak flowing behind him. Tonight he had to steal back what had been stolen from him.
He would not fail.