Drabble #10: Nightmare
There were times when Ryou's other, the thief, would come to him in the night. Times when the thief would envelope Ryou in an embrace. Times when he would push Ryou down onto the bed in their soul. Times when he would drift his hands over his landlord's body, pausing here and there, seeking sensitive skin.
He would murmur soft words in Ryou's ear, calling him 'beloved'. The thief would pet and stroke him, holding him close, like he knew the Pharaoh held Yuugi. And, gods, it would feel so good. Ryou would whimper and scream, while his other would grip and hold. The thief would be so deep… in him, in his heart, in his mind. Then, Ryou would let go—gods, he'd never let go—and after, the thief would whisper a soft bak-nesew, or a bak-i hedj, or a merwt-i.
They would fall asleep in each other's arms.
There were times when the thief would come to him in the night. But Ryou would wake up, sweaty, sobbing, and sullied. There were times, but they were always just a dream.
Egyptian translations:
bak-nesew - King's servant (msculn.)
bak-i hedj - my white/bright/silver servent (msculn.)
--Both bak... terms are Bakura's play on Ryou's last name.
merwt-i - love
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