This is an all Bakura/Ryou chapter. Apologies to those wanting Seto or Jou in it but you'll just have to wait a bit for the next chapter. Remember to enjoy and review!


Chapter 4

Ryou shifted slightly as he felt hot breath on his neck. His eyes fluttered open and he noticed something odd at the edge of his vision. Spiky white strands?

Ryou shifted slightly and a moan was pressed into his neck. It was then that Ryou realized who it was that was laying half on half off him. Pleasant memories of drifting off on horseback held in strong arms drifted back to him and Ryou smiled.

Bakura lifted himself onto his elbows and stared down at Ryou. "Sleep well?" he asked.

Ryou nodded and Bakura pressed a kiss onto his lips. Bakura pulled back but then decided he wanted more. The thief ran his tongue along Ryou's bottom lip and the boy parted his lips to allow Bakura entrance. Ryou moaned as the contours of his mouth were explored and mapped.

Bakura pulled away and smirked at the slightly panting boy beneath him. "Come on angel," he said teasingly. "Let's get rid of that morning breath."

Ryou's cheeks turned red as he sat up. Bakura took his hand and led him out of the bedroom they were in. They walked down a hallway and out into the warm afternoon air.

It had been a long night travelling and they had arrived at Bakura's hideout sometime in the morning. It was now not long after the hottest part of the day when most people would be waking from their midday naps.

Ryou was amazed by the rich, lush vegetation that was growing all around them. He could feel grass under his bare feet and in the tranquil silence he could hear the distant trickle of water.

Bakura led him through the greenery to a small stream. They both kneeled down and brought the amazingly fresh water to their lips with cupped hands.

When they had finished drinking Bakura led Ryou to a large pool of water. "You can bathe here if you like," he told the boy.

Ryou was about to accept Bakura's offer when his stomach rumbled. Bakura laughed as the younger of the two blushed and glared at his stomach.

"It seems your stomach has voiced its opinion. Breakfast – or should I say lunch? – before anything else."

Bakura chuckled and led the way back to his house. He smiled when Ryou moved to walk next to him and slipped his thin, pale hand into the larger tanned one.

"Is this an oasis?" Ryou asked.

"Yes. Do you like it?" Bakura asked, a hint of worry in his voice.

"Yes, it's amazing. You're so lucky to live here," Ryou replied, obviously in awe of the place.

Bakura's smile grew, a new feeling of pride about his miniature paradise appearing in his chest. This feeling appeared again when Ryou looked around and complemented Bakura's kitchen.

"What's for breakfast?" Ryou asked.

Bakura looked in the cupboard and hummed to himself in thought. "Bread," he said simply as he removed half a loaf.

Ryou nodded and watched as the thief sliced the bread with a knife. They took the bread and some milk outside to eat. They sat down among the grass and wildflowers and ate and talked as they watched the water in the stream flow past.

When they had finished eating Bakura led Ryou back to the pool so that he could bathe. He then left the boy to go find a towel and clothes that would fit Ryou so that he wouldn't need to wear his night shirt.

Ryou shivered as he placed his foot in the icy water. He took a deep breath and slid into the pool that came a little higher than his waist. He sighed as his body adjusted to the temperature and cooled him down. He slowly rubbed clean water over his soft skin, removing the sweat, dirt and sand his body had accumulated during the journey to Bakura's paradise.

Ryou then dunked under the water completely. When he resurfaced he wiped the water from his eyes and then ran his fingers through his hair to try and untangle the knots.

While Ryou was preoccupied with cleaning himself Bakura returned. He placed the towels and garments he had brought on the bank and watched his angel. Ryou had his back towards the thief and had not noticed him arrive.

A smirk appeared on Bakura's face as a delightful idea popped into his head. He quickly undressed and silently slid into the water. Like a crocodile approaching its prey, Bakura crept up on Ryou undetected.

Ryou, who had finished unknotting his hair, jumped when a pair of arms snaked around his waist and pulled him back into a muscular chest.

"Don't be so tense," Bakura whispered, gently nipping Ryou's ear.

The reassuring sound of Bakura's voice made Ryou relax. He let out a contented sigh as Bakura placed kisses from his ear down to his shoulder. The sigh soon turned into a moan as Bakura found a tender spot on Ryou's neck and began to lick and suck.

Bakura stopped his ministrations and moved back to Ryou's ear. "You make the most delightful sounds," he said, smirking.

He suddenly turned Ryou around to face him and smashed his lips into the shorter boy's. Ryou responded quickly, his arms rising to circle Bakura's neck. The thief pulled Ryou closer so that their bodies were pressed together.

Hot passion ran through both of them and they struggled to gain as much contact as possible. They were becoming more aroused by the second and neither had any intentions of stopping.

Bakura moved against Ryou and his weight pushed the boy over and under the water. The water pushed in on them and they were forced to break apart. They broke the surface of the water and took in some much needed oxygen.

Bakura watched Ryou as he regained his breath. The boy's bangs were stuck over his eyes and his cheeks were a deep red. He looked so delicious and innocent. A thought struck Bakura. They had only known each other a few nights and already they were kissing with passion that should not be there.

Ryou was innocent. What did he think of all this? Did he feel pressured into doing this? Was he just going along with it because he didn't want to be rejected? Did he think it was only lust Bakura felt for him and he needed to offer his body to satisfy the other?

Bakura waded to the bank and climbed out of the water. Ryou wiped his hair out of his eyes and watched him. Bakura truly looked like a god; the water shimmering in the sunlight to make it look like his tanned body was glowing.

Bakura wrapped a towel around his waist and walked back to the bank with another towel. "If you're finished come out and get dried," he told Ryou.

Ryou frowned slightly at the hard edge to Bakura's voice. He got out of the water and took the towel. Ryou frowned again when Bakura didn't look at him.

He had expected Bakura to take the chance to look at him naked and then comment on how he looked better this way. But Bakura looked away as if he didn't want to see Ryou. It hurt Ryou slightly, even if he didn't want to be ogled at when he was naked because it would be very embarrassing.

Bakura turned away to give Ryou some privacy. But Bakura couldn't resist taking a sneak peak at his angel. Ryou was just as mesmerizing as he had imagined. He was definitely the greatest treasure in all of Egypt.

Bakura's resolve of not going too quickly with Ryou wavered. The boy was so delicious and arousing. At that moment all Bakura wanted to do was pounce and take the boy's virginity.

Bakura shook his head and turned away. He needed to keep his mind away from those sorts of things. He needed to exercise some self-control. But Ryou was just so…wow.

Bakura sighed. He'd have to distance himself slightly for awhile to get to know Ryou better – to let the boy know that he wasn't just after a quick shag. He wanted to have his angel by his side forever and he wanted to let his angel know that that was exactly how he felt.

If doing that meant he wouldn't be able to kiss Ryou with the passion he had before then it was a sacrifice he was willing to make.

A treasure like Ryou was worth the wait.


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