Title: Summer Thieving

Author: KohakoShadow

Warnings: NC-17 & Yaoi, not your cup of tea, click away now. Flamers will be laughed at and passed around.

Disclaimer: Considering they aren't having wild monkey sex the characters of YGO, unfortunately, don't belong to me.

Pairing: one-sided Doboro Bakura/Yughi

Summary: Bakura pays a visit to the Kami Game shop

The temperamental sun finally lost the battle with consciousness and faded away into nothingness, thus giving her reign of power to her sister moon. Stars appeared on the dark blue veil that overlooked Domino City. Despite the approaching cold darkness, heat dominated the night.

A single light shone from the little window of the Kami Game shop, like a beacon casts for weary travelers to offer respite. Despite the late hour two youngsters were still up and about.

"Okay Yughi. Why did you ask me here for a sleepover?! Not that I don't mind, but I could've had a front seat on the Seto & Jou Show tonight," Scowled 16 year old Mokuba. Young hands were busy with pulling sleeping garments on, while straining ears awaited answers from the blushing boy that sat before him.

Yughi cleared his throat and tried to avert his eyes at Mokuba's little impromptu strip tease. He was blushing like a virgin, which technically he was, even though he was a couple of years older than Mokuba. He shook his head and dumped himself back on his bed.

Mokuba watched as leather legs dangled from the side of the bed in contemplation. A sigh was expelled and Mokuba finally got his answer.

"I know that you set Jou and Seto up. You may think it's presumptuous of me to think they finally got together but I know Jou. If he had the opportunity to get together with Seto, he would seize it."

Puzzlement clouded Mokuba's eyes. "What are you trying to say Yughi? You want me to set you up with someone?" A full blown blush was the only answer that he got, but it was enough for him. His eyes widened and his mouth opened in shock. "You really do! Come on who is it?" Excitement bubbled inside of young Mokuba's body. He couldn't believe it. Yughi was asking him for love advice.

Knowing that he would never get any sleep tonight he shushed Mokuba's ranting and sent him to bed with the order to, "Let just leave things for now and come up with some kind of plan in the morning!" Mokuba sputtered. "But what about you crush? You haven't even told me who it is."

"In the morning Mokuba, I'll tell you in the morning. Goodnight!" And with that Yughi shut the door to his bedroom. He tiredly rubbed his fingers over his temples. A major headache was already building up. 'I'm not so sure this was such a good idea.'

He shook his head and sat dejectedly on his bed. The tri-colored hair fell forward as he fingered his Millennium Puzzle nervously while contemplating the situation. After awhile he took the golden object off and reverently set it on his desk. He brushed a lone finger over the Egyptian eye before sighing. "I wish you were here tonight Atemu." The whisper broke off into the night air.

Suddenly a dark form jumped from above him to land on his bedroom floor. He stifled his scream and watched as the form discarded his cloak, allowing long tresses of snow-white hair to fall onto a black trench coat. 'What is HE doing here?!' His mind screamed panicky.

The strong and lethal body slowly turned around to face him. Yughi was paralyzed with fear. He had feared the King of Thieves when he had the ability to gain control over Bakura Ryou´s body. But now his fears were magnified at knowing that Bakura finally had a corporeal body of his own.

He tensely waited for Bakura to say something. The last thing that he wanted to do was to aggravate the Spirit of the Ring. After a minute of fidgeting, the tall form of Ryou´s likeness finally opened his mouth.

"Here!" He brusquely said and threw a rectangle wrapped package at Yughi. Yughi quickly grabbed the object from the air. He thanked his lucky stars that having Atemu possess his body made him more aware of it and had honed his motor abilities. "What's this?" He confusedly asked, while nervously fingering the wrapped package at his lap.

"Ryou's asked me to give it to you. The little bastard has a date with that stupid Malik and he shut me out of the house," Growled a dark voice. Agitated, Bakura ran his hand through his spiky white hair. Spitting eyes fixated on young Yughi. The intense scrutiny made Yughi nervous. He jumped at Bakura's demand to, "Just open the damn thing okay! I haven't got all day!"

In his haste to open the package, Yughi almost dropped the thing. Thankfully his crazy hair fell too far forward to let the looming figure of Bakura see the content of the package. Yughi thanked every deity that he knew, which was a lot thanks to Atemu, that Bakura had the decency not to peek inside the package. Because grasped in the quivering hands of Yughi lay a thin tube of K-Lube. A note was posted to the side of the bottle. The "Have fun! Xxx Ryou's," made Yughi blush to his hair roots.

'Oh Kami, Little bastard indeed, I knew I should have never told Ryou my secret!'

The Tomb robber watched puzzled as Yughi turned crimson. He followed the blush all the way down to the neckline of Yughi's black t-shirt. He delighted in the fact that it appeared that Yughi did a full body blush, at least judging from the redness near his waistline. 'Well, well, well, I wonder what my Hikari gave Yughi. It must be pretty embarrassing to make Yughi blush so sweetly.'

He licked his lips maliciously and quick as lightning grabbed the object that Yughi was fixated on. "Bakura no!" Despite his tiny form, Yughi managed to hurl himself onto Bakura's body, sending them both to the ground. They grappled wildly on the ground before Bakura pinned him to the ground. "Tut, tut, tut, Yughi! That's not very nice of you!" The condescending tone dripped from Bakura's voice.

Realizing his situation and knowing that resistance was futile the young Millennium holder boneless sagged under the hard form of Bakura and closed his eyes. 'This is it! He's going to hit me. No, even better, he's going to obliterate me!'

Yughi was so lost in his inner turmoil that he did not notice that he was trembling. His shaking got to be so hard that even Bakura was gently shaking with him. A gentle hand gripped his chin tightly and turned it to face the blank face of Bakura. Yughi cringed at being face to face with the Tomb robber.

He watched as the blank expression slowly morphed into an amused one. He was stunned to even see a soft smile lift the corners of Bakura's mouth, expecting more of a sneer than anything. Suddenly Bakura's gentle smile turned predatory. Yughi gulped and just realized he was trapped in a very vulnerable position.

And then a deep rumbling chuckle came out of Bakura's mouth. A tanned hand reached up and ruffled Yughi's hair. "Don't worry Little Yughi; I'm not going to ravage you. You're not my type!" Instead of having that comment comfort him, it only served to make him feel more miserable.

His "Why not?" slipped out before he could stop it. He cringed at his question and tensed underneath Bakura. Bakura gave him a puzzled glance before smirking. "Pharaoh."

That one word sent made him more confused than anything and he opened his mouth to form another question. Before his mouth could comply the Tomb robber was already off him and up and about. He raised himself off the floor and watched as the lithe form dusted him off before picking up the discarded cloak.

"As much as this was such fun, I'm off!" Yughi desperately tried to come up with anything to say to make Bakura stay. He watched helplessly as Bakura put one foot on the window frame, while the other foot was poised on his bed. His eyes were fixated on his bed when his mind connected the pieces. "My Bed!" He half-shouted in excitement.

A pale eyebrow rose and Yughi flushed deeply at his inane shout. "I mean, uh, it's pretty late and Ryou's locked you out. And since you're already here, I wouldn't mind if you stayed here." He knew he was rambling and he knew that he should probably stop. Yet for some kind of reason he couldn't help himself. The Egyptian guy made him flustered.

Bakura swept his eyes around the room. "And where pray tell am I supposed to sleep, since I don't think your Grandfather would like it if I desecrate his sanctuary or would Mokuba be pleased with me sharing the guestroom bed. Although I wouldn't mind." Bakura perversely finished.

Yughi flushed at Bakura's monologue. He didn't think of that and he completely forgot about Mokuba. 'Huh? Hey wait, how does he know about Mokuba sleeping over?' His puzzlement must have shown on his face because Bakura had already opened his mouth to explain himself.

"I can sense Mokuba." Yughi's mind drifted to what Bakura had previously said and the green eyed monster reared his ugly head. He felt jealousy settle in every fiber of his body. 'I'm not attractive to him but 16 years old boys like Mokuba are?' Incredulity filled his mind.

After much arguing and pleading on Yughi's side it was decided that Bakura should just share his bed. The floor was an awful hard place to sleep on and Yughi didn't want the guy to wake up painfully. Yet now as he watched the King of Thieves undress before him, he smacked himself lightly on the head.

His mouth dried up at the first sight of the scarred body. He shivered as rough hands deftly tossed away clothing, imagining them on his own skin. Sitting transfixed on the bed as Bakura slithered his way to him, Yughi could not help but watch the silky boxers that Bakura had on. No matter how much he tried, he could not make his eyes stray away from the tantalizing body in front of him. It was like watching poetry in motion, despite the battle scars that littered the tanned body.

While most people would probably be frightened and disgusted with the miasma of scars that littered Bakura's body, it only served to intrigue Yughi more. The scarred body and underlying danger only added to his appeal instead of having a negative effect on the young card player.

'He looks different from Ryou, now that they don't share a body anymore. More tangible. Definitely more real.'

He lay back down and tense as the large form of the Egyptian re-arranged himself on the tiny bed. With a growl Bakura had grabbed him tightly to his chest and settled warmly back on the bed. Yughi squeaked at being man-handled. "Ah, Bakura! What are you doing?"

"Shut up, Mutou! I'm now finally comfortable and in need of much sleep. So shut your yap and go to sleep!" He opened his mouth again and squirmed in the warm embrace before the tightening of arms shut him up, long before the owner voiced his displeasure. "Go to bed, Yughi! And stop moving around or else I'm going to push you off the bed."

Yughi shut his mouth; he stayed as tense as a tightrope, even after the harsh breathing of Bakura settled into a sleep-induced one. It was after the first rays of sunlight filtered into his room, that he allowed himself to relax. Large purple eyes drooped heavily down as his tired body succumbed to the gentle hands of Morpheus.

To be Continued