Dangerous Affairs

xxx YUGIOH X HARRY POTTER Yaoi Crossover xxx M for yaoi, future sexual content ... and lots of it. YB/HP so far.
Ooc. A.U, Post-war fic. Le Smut to come.

xxx I DO NOT OWN YUGIOH OR HARRY POTTER XXX.


Seth didn't much like the sorcerer.

He was too calm at times, his eyes too open, his mouth too silent and hands constantly busy, since his release he stuck by them regardless. It bothered Seth and he could tell it bothered the others, not his presence, but his behavior...

Harry just sat there with blank green eyes, unnatural, foreign, jewel-like eyes that didn't reflect what he felt inside. Eyes were supposed to be windows to the soul, but his eyes seemed like soulless windows. Ramun would sometimes glance over at him too, then catch his reflection in his eyes that made him shudder and stop looking, as if it reflected every black smirch on the soul of a criminal.

Seth and Harry ended up arguing over his behavior, the argument began to spur so much hate between the two that Harry very nearly lost control and almost killed him.

Needless to say, Seth didn't bother talking to him from then on.

Heru approached him, looking displeased.

"We told you to cheer him up, he's in an even worse mood and is going to send us out to do more dirty work while you sit here!" hissed Heru, Harry didn't look the least bit phased.

"Dirty work..." he mumbled softly, the whisper wafting over his dry pink lips.

"That's what you're paid for, correct?" his usual warmth had been reduced to nothing but a cold empty monotone.

Heru could not respond, so he simply walked away. Ramun followed with Seth in his wake, Zammhad had been forewarned about Thief Bakura's mood and had made himself scarce to avoid the rage. After preparing some food for later he resumed thinking.

Harry tucked his hair behind his ear and decided to get up off the sand, he moved into the center of Kul Elna and began to walk.

He looked over the dim light of the moon, and his magic and empathy had been honed to a point where he could almost pick up on residual emotion, which was why the misery that hung around Kul Elna stuck to his body.

He followed the sound of droplets splashing to the ground, ragged breathing, the taste of salty hot tears could be felt on the tip of his tongue. Behind a destroyed building, which looked like it used to be the home of a blacksmith, was a shadowed figure. It looked as though it were praying, though it was in no temple. Harry knew the Egyptians were very religious, the figure gave off a feeling of abandonment, a lack of belonging, like he didn't rightfully belong in a temple to pray so he sent out a senseless prayer to space in the hopes it would reach the ears of a God who'd spare a glance at him.

It was Thief Bakura.

"I'm sorry" he said, knowing Harry was there, the words sounded odd coming from his lips but if felt like he meant it. Harry felt like a boy rather then a man at that moment, so being apologized too was odd.

"I should apologize too, I was far too harsh" admitted Harry, it was hard to admit errors, but it was a skill he'd learned in life.

Harry didn't see any trace of the tears his empathy picked up on, except the small moisture on the sand nearby, Harry then realized what they had in common.

They had never been one of the lucky children. Never lucky enough to be cared about, never lucky enough to have injuries kissed by loving parents, never lucky enough to wake up ignorant enough to smile everyday.

"Come back to camp, I made food with your name on it" smiled the veteran, kneeling in the sand beside him.

Harry breathed out a sigh and decided to say what needed to be said to clear the air.

"Look, some of the things I said earlier I--I...didn't mean some of the things I--" he began awkwardly.

"-Ruined your life" smiled the man bitterly.

"Things happen, before I came to Egypt, things weren't exactly going swimmingly then either, you didn't ruin my life... it was damned from the beginning!" Harry let out a forced, bitter laugh that made Bakura's stomach twist uncomfortably. He shouldn't be laughing like that. Harry's hand moved on top of Thief Bakura's and began to pull him up.

"Now get up" he encouraged, he didn't like leaving the camp empty with just Zammhad guarding.

"Not just yet" said the man suddenly, as if the fact they were alone changed who they were. He pulled the sorcerer up with him after a moment of silence, Thief Bakura began walking painfully slowly.

"Why don't you get new shackles?" Harry asked.

"They were hard to make the first time" shrugged Thief Bakura, Harry's eyes widened.

"You made them?" he asked in disbelief.

"Did you think I grew up wanting to be a thief?" snarled the man, Harry immediately attempted to sooth his anger, knowing full well that he didn't.

"I used to be a training blacksmith, I used to be good at it too" he said through gritted teeth, he pointed to the building he was hanging out behind, understanding dawned on Harry -it was his old home.

"Used to be? From the work of those shackles I'd say you still are" Harry murmured in response, if he didn't know any better, he'd say the man looked surprised...maybe even flattered.

The thought made Harry's stomach dance with an awkward feeling.

'I am too old for this' thought the tired vet, almost forgetting he was still technically a teenager at seventeen, on the cusp of true manhood.

War does funny things to a person, and ages them before their time.

I know you're not really sorry thought Harry in the back of his mind.


It's dark, the stars are out, the God's are watching and Harry can't shake off the feeling that something bad was going to happen.

Something really bad.

So bad, infact, he ended up confiding in Zammhad about it who shrugged it off -knowing full well that it was only a matter of time before their luck ran out. Thief Bakura, despite their brief apologies he would not look the sorcerer in the eye anymore then he had to. He busied himself with sending off Ramun and the others to get more of his minions across the border in preparation for the attack.

It drove Harry mad.

At times like that, he couldn't believe he'd pitied the man enough to care for him, that they rode so close or even shared the same bed chamber -even the same bed. Turning a shade of red caught between frustration and embarrassment, he shook his head of his thoughts and cleaned up the cooking fire stationary. He'd be happy just to get the Thief to call him by his name.

Harry rose from his comfortable seating area as he realized nothing was stopping him from simply getting to Thief Bakura and shaking sense into him.

Sometimes he made himself mad with own actions, why couldn't the bastard Thief be like all the others he never gave a toss about? Harry admitted he learned a lot in his short life, but this situation--

He was knocked out cold before he could finish his thought.


Harry groaned in stiff pain, then groaned again as he struggled to open his eyes. He felt whatever he was leaning on tense up, the smell of cleansing oil touched his senses as did the familiar over-powering myriad of emotion --and what the hell is touching my ass?! thought the veteran with a growing blush.

"Bakura?" mumbled Harry who sounded almost incoherent. This was the first time he'd uttered the man's name, he usually just called him "Thief" or another derogatory term that showed they were still enemies at the end of the day, but they seemed to have progressed from that point to something else that Bakura wasn't quite sure what to call.

Harry opened his eyes and found himself slung over Thief Bakura's shoulder like a sack of loot. His hand awkwardly placed on his rear to stop him falling off. Where were they even going?

"Well isn't this degrading?" murmured Harry dryly.

"That's the thank you I get for saving your life? The building was collapsing in you would have gotten crushed" replied Thief Bakura, not taking his eyes off the path ahead.

"The days seem to end with one of us getting in trouble and saving the other" despite all that had passed between them, "This is getting rather tiresome and reptetive" sighed Harry.

Thief Bakura halted the camel outside of a pyramid and grabbed Harry before he could make a move to hop to the ground. Bakura couldn't believe it took this long for it to click within his mind, the explanation behind Harry's actions, it almost made him want to pity the boy but showing mercy would do naught but perpetuate Harry's...feelings.

"I want you to stay out here and keep watch, I'm going to be in and out quickly without nobody noticing a thing, I want the Pharaoh to assume we're still in South Kharim" said Thief Bakura. As if to assure his own suspicions he gently leaned forward to Harry, who instinctively stepped back with pink tinted cheeks, after leering at him Thief Bakura sighed deeply.

"I took you with me because I didn't feel like leaving you and Zammhad alone to fight like you did with Seth" the white haired thief swallowed back the lump in his throat, he grabbed Harry by his robes and brought him close.

I am still the man who as hurt you and intends to carry on convinced Thief Bakura to himself, whatever feelings he was aware of that Harry had, shouldn't effect his judgment like this...

"Listen closely Sorcerer, I am not a man you should ever... ever fall in love with" he whispered into Harry's ear.

Harry's smaller body shook in slight anger as Thief Bakura let him go and entered the tomb, the feeling of dread in Harry's stomach reached it's peak.

No way in hell am I staying out here, I know somethings going to happen...

"I don't care what impression he has of me!" grumbled the vet to himself, storming into the tomb, "He needs looking after, whether he knows this or not...idiot.."


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