A/N: I woke up at 3 this morning and had an overwhelming urge to write this!! I guess it's geminishipping….It's really hard to tell. I just sat down and wrote it. X_x
I'm really really tired now!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own this piece of crap that had no plotline!! NO I DO NOT!!!
"What the hell is wrong with you!? How could you do this to us? To me!?" Bakura shouted, throwing his hands in the air.
Akefia did not move from his chair. He did not make any gesture toward the tomb-robber. He did not even change the expression on his face.
"How can you just sit there and take this!? You fucking bastard, what the hell is wrong with you!? Marik will be shattered without you! Malik is completely clueless on his own, and Ryou? Oh don't even get me started on that poor boy,"
"I don't have a choice," Akefia said bluntly.
Enflamed, Bakura leaned forward, gripping both sides of the large armchair.
"Bullshit!" He spat.
A sharp smack echoed the room as the palm of Akefia's hand made painful contact with the smaller male's cheek.
" I am still the king," He raised his voice only a notch. " You are still below me."
The hardness in his eyes stabbed Bakura in the gut and he fell to his knees before the king, resting his forehead on his knee.
"No…" His voice fell to a small crack, barley above a whisper. "No, don't do this…please…"
"I have to,"
"No you don't." Bakura couldn't bear to make eye contact with his superior and never lifted his head. "You're the fucking king…you can do whatever the hell you want…"
The tomb robber flinched as a gentle gloved hand gripped his chin and lifted his gaze to meet Akefia's.
"Even kings can't defy god," the tan male said with the same heart crushing sternness he always carried.
"But you can," Bakura stared at the emotionless crimson eyes across from him. "You did…"
The king leaned back, closed his eyes, and shook his head.
"Not this time."
The pale tomb robber dropped his head back to Akefia's knee, where he sat silently for the longest time, gripping it tightly with both hands.
"Akefia…" He said after excruciating awkward silence. "Would you think any less of me if I cried…just this once?"
Akefia narrowed his eyes and felt his muscles tense. Unfamiliar emotion bubbled in the back of his mind, and for the first time in a painfully long time, the king was having trouble containing himself.
"No." Was all he could manage.
Twinky: Wait….What the hell??
Akefia: Am I gonna die!?
Bakura: Am I gonna be sexually deprived for the rest of my life!?
Twinky: I DON'T KNOW!!!
Bakura: then nobody will review! Because I said so!!
Twinky: WAAAAH!!!