Hehe. Here is the chapter I really been looking forward to getting to. ^.^ This chapter will have a bit of lemony goodness in it…got a problem with it…then bye bye.
Bakura continued his fast pace down the corridor, suddenly cursing the fact that the candle had long ago gone out.
"Speaking of which, where the hell are the other two?" To check, he spun around, looking behind him, although he wouldn't have seen them if they had even gone his way in the first place. He made an irritated noise in his throat as he continued on, at a slower pace now, to catch his breath. He stopped walking again, cocking his head slightly to the side as he listened for something. It sounded like a scream.
Wonderful. Why am I not surprised with the shit in here? He only hoped, although he would never under any circumstances admit, that everyone else was okay. Continuing on his way, eyes wary of his surroundings, as this would be a perfect place to attack him, he trailed a hand absently along the wall. A very odd, yet familiar sight met his eyes as he came to a corner. Yami was standing there, arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the far wall. Bakura growled in annoyance again and stalked over.
"Now what took you so damn long? And where the hell's Kaiba?" Yami remained in his position as the tomb robber came closer, eyes flashing angrily.
"He decided to be a stubborn jackass and go the other way. I couldn't change his mind." Bakura snorted.
"Why is it that I'm not surprised he did that?" Yami fixed him with a look of his own, uncrossing his arms and straightening from his position against the wall as he replied,
"Because he is Kaiba. Now follow me. I think we can keep going forward and get to the other corridor that way." The former tomb robber raised an eyebrow.
"It would make more sense if we just turned back, I hope you know."
"You can't use sense when playing this game. Otherwise you might as well kill yourself." And with that said, he began walking forward. Bakura thought about it for a moment.
"I never thought about it that way." Then he set off after the former pharaoh.
Moments later Bakura paused, gripping Yami's arm to stop him.
"I think I just heard Banshee."
"Then we'd best hurry."
"Yeah, no shit Sherlock." This earned him yet another glare from Yami, before they began jogging down the hall, until Yami stopped at a door and swung it open, thrusting Bakura inside before quietly sliding the door shut behind himself. Bakura looked around. They were in a rather large and nicely decorated bedroom. After walking around for a few moments, having deemed nothing in the room valuable, he flopped down on the huge bed and sighed.
"How long do you intend to stay in here?"
"Until the danger passes." At this response, Bakura rolled his eyes.
"Any idea when that will be?"
"Do I even need to answer that?" Bakura sat up and made a face at Yami's back, which was turned, because he was investigating the wardrobe.
"Don't bother. There's nothing interesting in it."
"I don't intend to steal anything, Tombrobber."
"Fuck you." Yami didn't answer to that, just stood there, in front of the open wardrobe. It appeared as if he were looking at clothes that were nonexistent, but he wasn't. Moments passed in silence, and Bakura was looking out the window, having gotten bored of lying there, when he suddenly felt warm arms wrap around his stomach, and lips next to his ear, in which the words were whispered out,
"Care to take me up on that offer?"
(A.N- Katana-chan, if you're reading this, ya might wanna…er…skip a coupla paragraphs. Hehehe.)
Bakura couldn't control the slight gasp that came out of his mouth as the Pharaoh nuzzled his neck, brushing his lips against the tender skin, then sinking his teeth in. His mouth slowly slid upward, hot tongue caressing the pale skin, until they met Bakura's lips in a tantalizing kiss. He didn't even realize they had moved until he felt the soft mattress beneath him. Yami slowly undid the buttons, carefully, slowly; one by one, until he reached akura's pants, then undid the buckle and button, pulling the zipper down slowly. Soon the black pants and dress shirt lay forgotten on the floor. Yami was straddling Bakura's waist and running his tongue slowly downward, from his chest. This caused the former tomb robber to moan loudly in pleasure. Yami still made his way down ward, kissing and licking every inch of soft flesh, until he made it down to his thighs. He gently kissed the skin, then made his way down to the swollen member, which was now demanding to have the stress released. He held it in his mouth, causing Bakura to moan in pleasure. Just as the former tomb robber was about to climax, his organ was let out, and he felt a hand slid up and around his throat. He opened his eyes, to meet crimson, which no longer seemed familiar. Blonde, red, and black that seemed to defy gravity changed. The blonde sank in and disappeared, where as the red grew darker, so that it was of blood, and the black grew more dominant, swirling with the red like so many bodily fluids do. It grew far longer than it should have been, so that it hung down over his shoulders as he moved with the hand to straddle the bare waist once again. The face changed from that of the familiar pharaoh, to a new face, more Egyptian. The man squeezed tightly, a sadistic smirk that rivaled Bakura's own slowly spreading across his face. Bakura gagged at the quick cutoff of oxygen. Dots swam before his eyes as his lungs burned for air. Everything started to grow dim as his brain began to shut down. But one thing remained in his mind, something he fought to voice.
"M…Mage…you heartless bastard." It was a weak sound, something he would have loathed, had he not been on the verge of blackness. A rasping, sort of gasp. One that took the remnants of his energy. Then he let go, his brown eyes closing before he went limp.
Mage the Shape Shifter stood up, casting a weary glance at his unconscious friend.
"If I had know, 'Kura…Gomen, old friend," he said quietly, mournfully, before he was send a sharp jolt by the orb, snapping him back into the heartless demon. For but a free moment, his heart ached with sorrow and grief, before he covered his old friend and walked out of the room, now under control of the glass orb once again. To victimize more Participants. That blonde one had it coming. So he set off down the dark hall once again, to continue playing the Game of Death.
BlackRose: ^.^ Well, how'd ya like it?
Bakura: THE PHARAOH? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG YOU?!
BlackRose: I thought you would have fun.
Bakura: Oh I'll show you fun. I'll send your pathetic soul to the Shadow Realm! *chases*
BlackRose: O.O Eep! *while running away from an extremely pissed off tomb robbing yami* Okie, question. You guys think I should up this to R? REVIEW AND TELL ME!!! Oh yeah and…HELP!!!!!!!
