I do not own Yugioh.
Atem abruptly sat up in his bed. The room was still, nothing moved and he saw only the dark, but he knew someone was in there with him. Immediately he rolled from his bed while shouting for his guards. He saw them burst through the door, and then something stuck him and he saw only black.
He woke to familiar fingers stroking through his hair and hummed appreciatively; he heard a chuckle in response. The ache in his head was fading away so he cracked open one purple eye to meet amused gray ones.
"Did you have to hit me so hard?" he asked even as his body relaxed under the thief's talented hands.
"I had to make it look realistic," Bakura shrugged.
Atem shifted his head slightly and sighed in relief. His headache was practically gone by now and he could just enjoy the break from his other life. He shut his eyes so as to better enjoy the massage.
"I think Set is starting to get suspicious," he commented. "Since this is the fourth time you've kidnapped me this month," he added dryly.
"Don't worry about the priest," Bakura responded and Atem opened his eyes to look at him.
"What did you do?" he asked warily.
"Oh, I merely left him a note."
The white haired thief sounded far too smug for the pharaoh's liking.
"And what, pray tell, did this note say?"
Backura smirked in amusement.
"I merely told him that if he, as your right hand man, couldn't protect you properly, then it was his fault if I captured you."
"Something tells me you didn't phrase it quite like that," Atem said dryly.
Bakura shrugged, not denying it, before continuing.
"I also told him that I would keep kidnapping you until your security met my approval."
Atem could only stare at him incredulously.
"You just ensured that I will have no life outside of the palace now."
"I know."
"Set will never let me out of his or my guard's sight."
"I know," Bakura repeated smugly.
Atem glared at him angrily.
"I hate you."
The thief continued to smirk as he restarted massaging the pharaoh's hair. It didn't take long until he had the God nearly purring in pleasure. Atem looked up at him with, now, relaxed purple eyes.
"I still hate you," he informed Bakura though the earlier heat was gone.
He was most at home and comfortable in the master thief's presence and the bastard knew it. As such Atem enjoyed a very pleasurable night as he waited for his 'rescue'.
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This is shorter then most of my previous stories and I am not sure that I really like it. It was a secret santa for someone on DA and she seemed to like it though. I would appreciate your opinions. Are they OOC? Are they in character? Is it readable? Also have I mentioned I hate summaries.
