WARNING! PLEASE READ AUTHOR'S NOTE BEFORE VIEWING THIS STORY!
Author's Note: Please understand that this is a lemon fan fiction. Basically, that means these next few chapters contain nothing but explicit sexual content. Not only that, but the pairing in this composition is non-traditional and yaoi-oriented.
DO NOT READ THIS FIC IF YOU DON'T LIKE TO SEE ONME OR MORE OF THE FOLLOWING SCENES/ACTIONS:
1. Yaoi between Yami Yugi/Pharaoh and tomb robber Bakura.
2. Two males kissing and having intercourse.
3. Graphic details spelling out what transpires between the two millennium spirits.
4. Some sweet sap/fluff concerning how one Egyptian feels about the other.
You have been thoroughly warned about the contents of this literature. If you find the subject material offensive in any slight way, please find a different story to read. I hail the right to exercise my freedom of speech and will be terribly upset if some reader who just skipped over my warning was vehement enough to get me kicked off fan fiction.net.
Now that the ranting has ended, I entreat mature readers to continue on now. ^_^
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Chapter Two: Sweet Celestial Spirits
"That's funny…" mumbled the ruby-eyed male, staring at the opening to Bakura's dorm. "the door's cracked. Is he asking for some maniacal criminal to waltz in and have their way with him?"
/Yeah, sure, like that would ever happen./ thought the individual with tri-colored tresses, snorting to himself in contempt. /That millennium spirit would probably make whatever depraved soul that dared to walk through his door regret ever doing so./ Shuddering involuntarily, the master duelist asked himself, /Then what am I doing here?/
"That's what I've been dying to know." a voice echoed from the shadowy depths behind the door Yugioh was standing in front of.
Yami Yugi's eyes widened to an enormous degree. "How can you--"
"I still have Pegasus' Millennium Eye in my possession, remember?" answered the spirit of the ring, interrupting his colleague's sputtering speech. "It's magic is fully capable of reading your mind whenever I call upon its power. Are you too tired to recall the trinkets I've won in my travels?"
"I am a little drained." admitted the pharaoh, stifling a yawn with a ready palm. He rubbed at his eyes groggily, the typically bright and strong-willed features of his dragging the ground.
"Not a good day?"
"You could say that."
"Oh, what a pity."
"You don't have to be sarcastic about it." snapped the magenta-eyed male, glaring into the darkness before him. "Didn't your mother ever tell you to be quiet if you didn't have anything nice to say?"
Throaty laughter leaked out into the dimly lit corridor, its lilting sound tearing at Yugioh's nerves. "Actually, no. I never heard her mention anything like that."
"Well," huffed the spirit of the puzzle, aggravated with how he was being played with, "if she was any kind of parent at all, she would have taught you that much."
Silence reigned in the bedroom in front of the ruler of the Nile.
/That's odd…/ the pharaoh thought, his brow furrowed in confusion, /he didn't come up with some bitter insult to throw back at me. Could it be that I've damaged his pride?/
"Bakura?" called the king of games, his head resting on the frame of the door.
No response.
/Oh, damn!/ curse the ruby-eyed individual gritting his teeth in frustration. /He won't even talk to me now! Just what I need one more problem to deal with! I came here to get him to cut the jungle rhythm, not to hurt him! If I don't get him to communicate with me, then I'm going to be forced to listen to that dreadful music for the rest of the morning!/
Attempting to draw his acquaintance into another discussion, Yami Yugi spoke the name of the spirit of the ring once more. "Bakura? Bakura, are you--"
"I'm okay." a choked cry replied, broken and dispirited.
"Are you sure about that?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Don't worry about me."
"Then why the dramatic silent treatment?" asked the master duelist, not quite buying the silvery-haired person's statements.
"It's nothing."
"What? What's nothing?"
"Like I said, it's not important." lied the violet-eyed male, his accent still shaken with sadness. "Just go about your business and don't concern yourself with me."
"I wish I could believe that." the spirit of the puzzle said, peering into the gloom in an attempt to view his colleague. Unfortunately, he could see nothing but the shadows of the night. Breathing a disgruntled sigh, the king of games pointed out, "If what you were telling me was true, then you wouldn't sound like you're ready to burst into tears."
"So what if I am?" said the snowy-haired individual defensively. "What do you care if I fall apart or not?"
"Are you actually confessing to having a moment of weakness?" inquired Yami Yugi, amazed by the dialogue he was listening to.
Only the eerie quietness answered the spirit of the puzzle, causing him to rake his slender fingertips through his hair awkwardly. Clearly perplexed by the behavior of his acquaintance, Yugioh rocked back and forth on his heels, grasping for something consoling to vocalize.
/Never thought I'd see the day where Bakura shows his soft side. / thought the spirit of the puzzle, flicking some of his blond bangs out of his face. /He's usually pretty hostile towards everyone…why is he breaking down on me? Guess he had a dysfunctional family or something when he was a child. If he did, then I really did cause him to lose it. /
Feeling that an apology was necessary at this time, the master duelist decided that he should try to make up for the harsh remarks he said.
"I'm sorry, Bakura…I didn't mean it like that." confessed the spirit of the puzzle, his gaze falling to the floor.
"It's alright." responded the snowy-haired individual at last; sounding a bit more composed this time. "You told me you had a bad day, and I was pushing you to the limit."
"Regardless of that minor detail, that didn't give me the right to slander you."
"I got what I deserved, Pharaoh."
Yami Yugi blinked in astonishment. "What?"
"I had it coming." restated the violet-eyed individual, his tone still unusually subdued. "I picked the wrong person to get into a verbal contest with, that's all. I do that with everyone, constantly trying to achieve an elite status by demeaning others. Don't think for a second that my belittling language is your fault."
Shifting his weight uneasily, the person with tri-colored tresses reflected on his acquaintance's words. /What's this? The arrogant bastard is actually acknowledging his nasty conduct? / Cracking a drowsy smirk, the king of Thebes thought to himself, /I think I've seen and heard just about everything now. /
"Pharaoh, it is I that should be apologizing to you, not the other way around." the silvery-haired soul went on, his demeanor strangely submissive. "Extending to you my deepest regrets, I hope that you will allow me to make up for my actions."
Stunned by the passive language, the master duelist gave the shadowy dorm a queer look. Never before had he heard such docile phrases from the spirit of the ring or a formal begging of forgiveness so eloquently declared.
/Maybe he's finally going insane…/ concluded the ruby-eyed male, finding no other logical reason for Bakura's conduct. /…It's either that or he's being an acerbic bitch along with not taking me seriously. / Realizing that the white-haired millennium spirit could be staging his dialogue, the pharaoh gritted his teeth. He was completely unaware that his hands had balled themselves up into tight, angry fists that began to shake. Newly filed nails bit into the outer layers of his flesh, adding to his furious mood. /Oh, that's just like the little scoundrel to draw me into a precarious predicament! / he spat bitterly to himself, painfully grinding his jaws together. Without thinking, the ruler of the Nile marched into the dimly lit room, totally oblivious of the true deception the other yami had set for him. /I'm going to put that manipulative tomb robber in his place to rectify all of his mistakes! He's not going to get away with disturbing my sleep and provoking an argument! Ooooh, when I get my hands on that tricky little tramp, I'm going to--/
Charging into the living space, the soul with tri-colored tresses was greeted by a most astounding sight. Spread across the mattress in a provocative pose, the spirit of the ring passed a free limb through his long silver tresses. The waves of sea foam colored strands fell carelessly over his front, lapping against the milky shores of his skin. Moonlight accented his voluptuous angles, showing off a frame that was comparable to that of the most alluring gods. Gorgeous lips tinted the same shade as a breeze of sakura petals remained parted, almost in a slight pout. He gazed up at the spiky haired person with shimmering amethyst orbs, tormenting his viewer with a passionate expression.
"Sweet celestial spirits…" breathed the legendary leader of Egypt, unable to take his eyes off of Bakura's fully exposed body, "…oh heaven help me…"