Very sorry for not updating in awhile but real life got in the way. That and freaky weather. To make up for not updating in awhile there's lime at the end of the chapter. Sorry it isn't a lemon but I was too creatively drained to write one.
Oh, and I want to thank everyone who reviewed last chapter! I didn't think the whole chainsaw thing would go down as well as it did. lol.
This chapter Mad Eye Moody shall make his star appearance! And the third task is announced! And then this fic shall be almost finished! Wow, a whole year's gone by since this madness began. I suddenly feel sentimental...Anyway, enjoy the chapter!
Chapter 29 – Thief's Dream
It was 9 PM and Harry and Bakura were making their way down to the Quidditch pitch. They'd received a message at dinner to head down there to find out more about the Third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament. Neither male knew what to expect since the last two tasks had been very different from the other so it seemed only natural that this one would be different too.
When they reach the Quidditch pitch Harry let out a horrified gasp. Bakura raised a quizzical eyebrow. "What's wrong?"
Harry pointed at the pitch, hyperventilating. "The pitch…they…they…Oh god!"
Bakura turned his bemused gaze from Harry to the pitch which was dissected by low growing hedges. He personally didn't see what was wrong – it was probably a wizard thing. His thoughts were interrupted when Bagman walked over to them along with the other champions. Krum, Cedric and Bagman were also pale. Yep, definitely a wizard thing.
"The hedges are growing nicely aren't they?" said Bagman, trying to put on a brave face. "It won't be long before they're at least 20 feet. Thankfully they'll be pulled down after the final task and the pitch can be returned to normal. Desecrating a Quidditch pitch – what is the world coming to?" He wiped the sweat off his brow before forcing a smile onto his face. "Well, I'm sure you're all wondering what the point of this gardening experiment is. It is actually the third task. In one month this entire complex will be a maze and the Triwizard cup will be at the centre. The first person to touch the cup will be declared the winner and will receive all the treats that come with the title."
"So all we have to do is get through a maze?" asked Bakura, starting to like the sound of this task.
"There will be obstacles," warned Bagman. "Hagrid is donating a number of creatures and there will be spells to be broken etcetera…The champions with the most points will enter the maze first. So it will be Mr Bakura first, then Mr Potter and Krum with Miss Fleur last." Bagman clapped his hands together before saying, "If there are no more questions let's head back to the castle; it's a little chilly out here."
When Bakura returned to the common room he was grinning wildly. Ryou looked up from his game of chess with Seto and frowned. "Bakura, why do you look so happy?"
"Because, my love, I am going to win this tournament without breaking a sweat," Bakura replied as he sat down next to Ryou, pulling him closer for a kiss.
"I take it you found out your task," Seto said as he moved his bishop.
"I did indeed," Bakura said, leaning back leisurely.
"What is it?" asked Jou from beside Seto.
"I have to navigate a maze to find the trophy hidden in the centre," Bakura said smugly.
Malik whistled. "They couldn't have thought up a better task for a tomb robber if they tried."
Bakura nodded. "And as I'm the King of Thieves it is obvious that I'm going to win."
"Don't get overconfident Bakura," Ryou warned. "Remember how stressed you got when you realized you hadn't taken the Second task seriously?"
"Ryou! How could you doubt me like that?" Bakura asked, slightly hurt.
"I'm just saying that it wouldn't hurt to look up the spells you might face in the library and get in a bit of practice before the task."
Bakura was thoughtful for a moment. "You do have a point; it's been awhile since I did any proper thieving. I guess it wouldn't hurt to get in some practice."
"That's not what I meant," Ryou said in mild horror.
"But that is the only way I can practice so that must have been what you meant," Bakura said with an appeasing smile. "And because I am such a wonderful boyfriend I will take your advice and start planning my first heist right away!"
With that Bakura jumped up and dashed into his room. Ryou groaned and buried his face in his hands. "What have I done?"
"Given a kleptomaniac permission to go on a thieving spree," answered Jou.
Ryou groaned again. "Damn Bakura and his misinterpretations."
"You brought this on yourself," Seto said unsympathetically.
Ryou glared at the brunet. "You do know that Bakura's sticky fingers have been itching to get a hold of your computer and other gadgets don't you?"
Seto paled as realization struck. He immediately jumped to his feet and sprinted to his room, desperate to lock away anything that Bakura might try to steal. Jou shook his head as he watched his boyfriend go. "Sometimes I think he cares more about his technology than me." When nobody answered him he glared at the room in general. "Thanks for your support guys."
"Who are we to oppose the truth?" asked Malik innocently.
Jou snorted. "You're hardly the right person to claim that honesty is the best policy."
"I never said it was – I just said it wasn't our place to agree with you since you might start thinking that you're right about everything. I mean, one Seto Kaiba is enough."
"You do know that's my boyfriend you're insulting don't cha?"
"I know, I just don't care."
Ryou sighed. "Since I don't think Seto's going to be coming back anytime soon I guess I win by default."
At that moment Seto stormed back in, a bunch of locks and keys held tightly in his hands. "I have never lost a game of chess and I am not about to start now," he declared angrily. He dropped down into his seat and ordered Ryou to make his move.
Ryou moved one of his pieces and then said, "Checkmate."
Seto stared in horror at the chess board. "No, it's not possible! How the hell did you beat me?"
Ryou shrugged. "Luck I guess."
"I demand a rematch!"
"Seto calm down," Jou said irritably.
"Yeah Seto – calm down," goaded Marik. "You shouldn't raise your voice at a friend."
"Fuck friendship, my reputation as a chess champion is on the line here!" Seto seethed as he glared at Ryou. "This time I will beat you and then the last match will count for nothing!"
"Wow, I never thought I'd meet anyone who was a sorer loser than Yami," Ryou muttered as he moved his pieces into the correct places.
"What was that?" snapped Seto.
"Nothing!" Ryou said innocently.
The game began, Seto determined to win and prove to the world the last match was just a fluke, Ryou wondering what he had gotten himself into this time.
For the next few days Hogwarts was plagued by a series of thefts. The things that were stolen ranged from the golden eagle podium in the Great Hall to Professor McGonagall's favourite hat. Things of both great importance and trivial value were stolen with ease and no clue was left to help the teachers find out who the culprit was.
The person to make the greatest fuss over having one of their possessions stolen was Professor Moody. The loss of one of his pocket Sneakoscopes sent him into paranoia overdrive. He refused to eat meals in the Great Hall in case he was poisoned, tried to blow up anyone who entered his classroom without knocking first, and was even sent to see the Headmaster when he attacked a student for trying to tell him he had toilet paper stuck to the bottom of his shoe.
If possible, things got worse once the stolen Sneakoscope was returned. Instead of seeing that the thief was sorry and wanted him to stop acting like a lunatic Moody thought that he was being spied on and that the thief was taunting him by showing he could get past all of his traps to return the Sneakoscope. Moody's paranoia increased until Dumbledore threatened to have him sent to a psychiatrist. After that Moody was the perfect example of a sane man…for about five hours.
Suspiciously enough none of the guests from Japan had had anything of theirs taken. Whether this was because the thief was one of them or because he was smart enough to know not to mess with the psychos, the population of Hogwarts did not know. The Japanese guests knew though.
"Bakura, I forbid you to steal anything else!"
"But Ryou it's training," whined Bakura pathetically.
"I don't care! It's wrong and it's illegal! And you're going to return everything you've stolen!"
"Of course I am."
Ryou stopped his rant. It wasn't just that Bakura had given in far too easily, it was also because Bakura's reply had almost been sincere. "You are?"
"Of course! Putting something back where you found it without anyone noticing is just as hard as stealing it in the first place."
Ryou sighed – he should have known Bakura would have his own agenda. "Just do it quickly OK? We've run out of space to put everything."
Bakura smiled as he leaned over to kiss Ryou. "Anything for you my love."
"If you'd do anything for me you'd give up stealing altogether," grumbled Ryou.
"But then I would be going against my nature and that is something a loved one would never ask you do to."
Ryou snorted but didn't comment. Sometimes he just couldn't be bothered to argue with Bakura, especially when he said something that sounded like it had been first read in some sappy romance novel. Ryou laughed internally as the mental image of Bakura curled up on the sofa snivelling over a pink covered book with hearts flashed before his eyes.
"Why are you smiling like that?" Bakura asked, slightly worried, when he noticed that his boyfriend was wearing an evil smirk.
"No reason," replied Ryou innocently. Since Bakura didn't seem to believe him, Ryou decided to change the subject. "Did you get rid of the chainsaw like I asked?"
Now it was Bakura's turn to fake innocence. "Chainsaw? What chainsaw?"
"The one you tried to decapitate Hermione with."
"Oh that chainsaw! Of course I got rid of it."
"In other words you haven't – you just hid it so I wouldn't find it and hoped I'd forget about it."
"…Yes."
"Where is it?" Ryou asked in that don't-mess-with-me tone that usually came before him doing something Bakura didn't like.
"I gave it to Marik for safekeeping."
Ryou visibly paled. "What?" he asked in total disbelief.
"I gave it to Marik to hide so that you couldn't force me to tell you where I was hiding my baby."
"Let me get this straight: you gave a chainsaw to Marik, a known idiot and psychopath,for safekeeping?"
"Yes." It was only then that Bakura realized the implications of what he had done. "My baby!" he cried in horror. His cry was met by the sound of terrified screams from out in the grounds. This was accompanied by maniacal laughter and a shout of, "Marik, where the hell did you get a chainsaw!?!"
Bakura was instantly on his feet and rushing out to epicentre of the chaos, all the while yelling, "Don't you hurt my baby!"
Ryou watched him go, feeling rather annoyed with Bakura for A) being stupid enough to give a lethal weapon to the clinically insane, and B) acting as if the damned chainsaw was more important to him than his boyfriend. Ryou smiled sardonically at the thought that he would need to punish Bakura for seriously pissing him off. Bakura would regret loving the chainsaw more when Ryou was through with him!
Ryou sighed. Bakura was starting to rub off on him, and not in a good way. The teenager stood up and walked over to the window to see if sanity had been restored. He winced at the sight below. Nope, insanity was definitely still reigning supreme. "I hope those people have life insurance."
"We don't even go to this damn school – those bastards shouldn't be able to give us detention," Bakura groused as he dunked the toothbrush he was holding into the bucket of soapy water next to him.
Marik muttered his agreement. He also didn't think that it was fair that they were being punished for getting into a small disagreement. True, that disagreement had involved a chainsaw, Shadow Magic and attempted mass murder, but those sort of things happened all the time! By no means was it right that they were being forced to clean the castle walls with toothbrushes (not theirs, thankfully) as well as cut the grass with nail clippers! It would take hours to do one of those tasks, let alone both!
Neither psychopath had received any sympathy from their significant other. Ryou was still exasperated with Bakura for giving Marik such a dangerous power tool and Malik was angry because Marik had ignored him when he went on his rampage. Both teenagers' compassionate sides seemed to have gone on vacation and didn't plan on coming back anytime soon.
"Isn't there a way to get this over and done with?" asked Marik with a twinge of hope in his voice.
Bakura froze as he was struck by inspiration. "They never said we couldn't enlist others to help us."
"Yeah, but who would be dumb enough to help us fulfil our detention?"
"Creatures from the Shadow Realm."
Bakura and Marik shared identical evil grins as they reached for their decks.
"I'm back!" Bakura cried triumphantly as he sauntered into his room.
Ryou didn't look up from his book when he asked, "Have fun trimming grass?"
Bakura's grin slipped for a second but was quickly replaced. "Why, yes I did, actually. You know what else I enjoyed? Seeing the look on those bastards' faces when I told them I'd completed their punishments."
Ryou raised an eyebrow at this. "Already? You obviously found some loophole in their instructions then."
"I did indeed," Bakura said with a chuckle. "The Headless Knight is very talented with a toothbrush."
Bakura expected some sort of reprimand for not taking his punishment seriously. All he received however was a quiet, uninterested Ryou. This worried Bakura slightly. It wasn't like Ryou to not even try to elicit a minuscule amount of guilt in him. He didn't even glare, just continued reading.
Bakura settled himself next to Ryou and bent forward to see the title of the book. "Across the Nightingale Floor? Sounds like a thrilling read," Bakura said sarcastically.
Bakura was astounded when Ryou made no move to defend his book. Ryou always objected when Bakura criticized a novel without reading it. Ryou was obviously giving him the Silent Treatment. It was the only explanation for him totally ignoring Bakura.
Why was he receiving the Silent Treatment though? He knew the whole chainsaw thing had pissed Ryou off but he'd already been punished for that. Ryou couldn't punish him twice. Well, he could, but that wasn't really fair and Ryou was usually all about fairness.
Bakura slipped his arm around Ryou's shoulders. Ryou merely turned the page of his book. Bakura sighed before asking, "Ryou, are you angry with me?"
"I think you already know the answer to that," was Ryou's reply.
Bakura groaned. "Look Ryou, I'm sorry; I didn't think OK? I was an ass and I didn't think. Do you forgive me?"
Ryou pursed his lips in contemplation. Bakura had apologized so he really should forgive him. However, he probably didn't know what he was apologizing for and was only doing it to make Ryou stop ignoring him. Bakura wouldn't learn from his mistakes if he relented but would he learn if he continued?
While Ryou was distracted Bakura pried the book from his grasp. He marked the teen's place before setting the book aside. Bakura then calmly straddled Ryou's waist and looked him directly in the eye. "Will you forgive me if I give you something without asking for anything in return?"
Ryou narrowed his eyes confusedly. Bakura accepted this as his answer and immediately opened up the collar of Ryou's button-down shirt. Ryou gasped as Bakura's tongue connected with his sensitive skin. Bakura was placing open-mouthed kisses all over his neck making his heart pound in his chest.
As Bakura nibbled at Ryou's collarbone his fingers nimbly unbuttoned the rest of Ryou's shirt. Fingertips skimmed lightly over an exposed stomach making Ryou gasp again and drive his fingers into Bakura's hair. Bakura smirked, glad to see he could still make Ryou writhe beneath him.
Next Bakura turned his attention to Ryou's nipples. The teenager let out a soft moan, arching up to gain more contact. Bakura licked repeatedly at the now hard nubs, gaining similar moans. Once he became bored of doing this he kissed his way down to Ryou's bellybutton where he started to thrust his tongue in and out of the small crevice.
Finally Bakura pulled down Ryou's pants and underwear. He ran his tongue leisurely along Ryou's erection, earning a deep moan from the teen. "Bakura…"
Hearing his name uttered in such a delicious way made Bakura shiver with desire. He took a deep breath to regain control of himself before taking Ryou's member into his mouth. Ryou fisted Bakura's hair tightly as his whole body was consumed by heat. Bakura's tongue was moving along his shaft in the most wonderful way, drawing him closer and closer to his release.
Bakura smirked to himself as his mouth filled with semen and his ears were assaulted by Ryou's blissful cries. He sat up and leaned forward to place a kiss on a panting Ryou's forehead. He then stood up and made to head for the bathroom but was stopped when Ryou grabbed his wrist.
"Where are you going?"
"The deal was you'd forgive me if I gave you something without asking for anything in return wasn't it? I'm going to the bathroom to relieve myself because believe it or not you're extremely sexy when you're all sweaty and flushed."
Ryou's cheeks darkened as he realized what was happening. He smiled as he let go of Bakura's wrist and whispered, "I love you."
Bakura chuckled. "I know, and that's why we're going to have great make-up sex tonight."
Ryou playfully slapped his arm, his smile lingering on his lips. Bakura laughed and leaned in so that they could share another kiss.
Bakura slowly pulled away and whispered, "Hold that thought, I've got a date with my hand that I don't think I should miss."
Ryou swatted him again and continued to smile as he watched Bakura leave. He sighed as the older male disappeared from view. Bakura may be a pain half the time but he wasn't so bad the other half. Ah, the ups and downs of being in love.
A minute or so later Bakura was back in the room, positioning himself on top of Ryou so that their faces were nearly touching. "I hope you held that thought because I'm about to continue where I left off."
"Don't worry, I held it."
And so began another wonderful tendershipping make-out session that only three people were privy to: Ryou, Bakura and the perverted authoress.
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