Return To Eternity
I suck at updates so badly XD any way heres more at bloomin' last!
----------------------------------------- Return To Eternity
Chapter3: In fates arms we pass
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Feeling your sting down inside of me
I'm not dying for it
I stand-alone
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Bakura stumbled along the once hot sands but the night had dragged along and now it was cold and chilly. Bakura didn't seem to care as he fell to his knees again with a growl of contempt, the streets were empty other then that of fellow thieves lurking in the shadows ready to pounce with their daggers drawn. Bakura snorted and glared at the shadows, even if he was drunk out of his mind the others would never dare to start anything with him.
Rising to his feet shakily the haze of his mind blocked all reasonable thoughts and altered his vision, he didn't get drunk very often but the advents of the last few days had played themselves to many times in his mind. He needed to wash those trails from the sands of his mind. He looked up into the sky and saw the purest of stars shine down.
Mumbling to himself he looked around and caught sight of the shining image of the palace. Perhaps not thinking or caring the white haired tomb robber chuckled evilly to himself and headed over to the gates. He looked from side to side, the guards were no where to be seen.
With a curse he hopped up on the wall and over landing gracefully on his feet. Sprinting over to the wall and pushing himself against its white surface peering around the corner. He loved how the security was worth less then even he thought himself to be. It was a good job the leader thought his people loved him so much that he'd never have to fear.
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Yami flipped over yet another scroll and sighed, he was tired but yet again the weight of his country was waying heavily over him and baring down on his will. He longed for the days when he was young and just played with a childhood friend. A small frown was present on his face as he looked over the markings.
A noise brought him out of his thoughts as he looked up with a jolt, glancing at over to the window he sighed when he saw the broken pottery on the floor, shards of gold and blue glittered along in the moon light. The fine silk curtains blew in the wind and the light from the candles by his side danced harmonically.
"Hello?" Yami called standing from his desk.
"Hello yourself"
Yami raised an eyebrow when Bakura appeared from the shadows, far from his normally graceful self as he crashed into a small table sending more pottery to the floor with a numbed crash.
Bakura smirked when he saw the mess on the floor was his doing even if he hadn't meant it. Looking from the ruins of Yami's pots he ran his eyes over the young ruler and laughed to himself.
"Not happy to see me my king?" He teased in a low and seductive tone.
"What sort of a question is that? You know how I feel about you!" Yami snapped back and growled.
Why must Bakura flaunt himself to him? Yami wanted the tomb robber more then any one could say the knowledge of not being able to touch him was too much for the ruler to even want to come to terms with.
"One that needs no answer but one should answer it if they want something" Bakura slurred in his drunken state and lurched forward.
"Your drunk" Yami stated.
"Your horny" Bakura giggled and ran his hand over Yami's chest and towards the lower area.
Yami bit his lip to try and keep a moan from leaving him, he dreamed of moments like this. He longed for touches like he was getting now but what was the point if Bakura wasn't of sound mind? Due to drink that had polluted his system.
"O- of course I'm happy to-to see you" Yami managed to get out as the white haired troublemaker pressed himself against him.
Their bodies touching as Bakura placed his hand on Yami's jawbone trailing it down to under his chin. Bringing the Pharaoh closer he planted a crushing kiss upon him. Yami shrugged the nagging feeling that was telling him to do right and snaked his arms around Bakura's waist pulling him closer and deeper into the kiss.
Yami was aware of the powerful taste of beer on the tomb robber's tongue but the taste just added to his want for this violent rebel. He tasted so exotic and tainted and all so great. Bakura was screaming at himself in the back of his mind, he was too far-gone to stop this even though he wished he had control of himself.
He wasn't in love with Yami he needed this to get rid of all the hate and pain he felt burning inside of him for what he had done to his friend Lor, at least fucking a man didn't wreck anyone's life 9 months down the line. The battle of power and control was not over, he would win this one way or another or at least he hoped.
Yami sighed into the kiss as his pain started to ebb away knowing he was getting just what he wanted from the one he thought would be forever denied to him. His hands tangled in Bakura's white hair and played with the thick mass while Bakura grinding his hips into his.
They walked back slowly till they fell on Yami's bed, Bakura on top until the shorter of the two rolled them over. Yami looked down at the pouting tomb robber and that's when he knew this was lust and love. He leaned down again and captured the surprised Bakura in another deep kiss.
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Everything that I believe is fading
I stand alone
Inside
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Yami fell back on the bed panting from his and Bakura's love making, he never knew being inside the tomb robber could have felt so great and so heaven sent. It was like all of his worries and pains had been washed away like the beads of perspiration that glided down his tanned bare skin.
It was different for Bakura, he was still on all fours hunched mutely not making a sound other then the laboured breathing that escaped him. He felt sore all over and inside his mind he felt like he had betrayed himself and everything he had ever stood for was fading and dying around him.
His hair tickled his back as a soft night breeze rustled over him making him shiver, each movement he made seemed to hurt just that little bit more. Yami looked at him and wondered what was wrong, he was happy so why should the tomb robber not be?
Naïve the Pharaoh wasn't but this was a puzzlement to even he. Yami sighed and shuffled up the bed so his head was on a pillow, he never took his eyes off of Bakura. Maybe the dark one was just a sore loser since he had lost their on going battle of control and wills.
"What's wrong?" Yami asked in a concerned tone.
"Nothing" Bakura's voice was harsh and bitter.
"I know something wrong.."
"It's nothing OK!"
Bakura snapped and got off the bed wincing as he did so, his mind was swimming with thoughts of hate and bitter contempt along with the ever present blurred wall that the drink had built up in his normally cold and twisted mind. He pulled on his clothes and turned to Yami.
"Don't follow me" was all he said.
"Why are you leaving?" Yami stood to and demanded to know.
Bakura twitched as he stood in the window and looked over his shoulder at the other, he sighed then looked back out the window.
"Don't demand things from me your highness, it never works" He hissed.
"I need to get some things out of my head"
Before Yami could open his mouth to even try and stop the free willed tomb robber the said thief and leapt out the window and was stumbling away from the palace as fast as he could. The sand seemed to claw at his feet dragging him back and making his path away from his torment slower.
He ran as fast as his drunken state would allow him as he dashed down the streets narrowly missing a cat that flew past him. Once he was out of the city walls he leaned against the cold brick, panting for breath.
Realisation to what had just happened finally sank in and the tomb robber that was feared by all broke down into bitter cold sobs as the night rolled around him. A dagger glinted in the moon light as splashes of blood hit the white walls and a scream echoed..
~~ More to come ~~
I suck at updates so badly XD any way heres more at bloomin' last!
----------------------------------------- Return To Eternity
Chapter3: In fates arms we pass
-----------------
Feeling your sting down inside of me
I'm not dying for it
I stand-alone
--------------
Bakura stumbled along the once hot sands but the night had dragged along and now it was cold and chilly. Bakura didn't seem to care as he fell to his knees again with a growl of contempt, the streets were empty other then that of fellow thieves lurking in the shadows ready to pounce with their daggers drawn. Bakura snorted and glared at the shadows, even if he was drunk out of his mind the others would never dare to start anything with him.
Rising to his feet shakily the haze of his mind blocked all reasonable thoughts and altered his vision, he didn't get drunk very often but the advents of the last few days had played themselves to many times in his mind. He needed to wash those trails from the sands of his mind. He looked up into the sky and saw the purest of stars shine down.
Mumbling to himself he looked around and caught sight of the shining image of the palace. Perhaps not thinking or caring the white haired tomb robber chuckled evilly to himself and headed over to the gates. He looked from side to side, the guards were no where to be seen.
With a curse he hopped up on the wall and over landing gracefully on his feet. Sprinting over to the wall and pushing himself against its white surface peering around the corner. He loved how the security was worth less then even he thought himself to be. It was a good job the leader thought his people loved him so much that he'd never have to fear.
~~
Yami flipped over yet another scroll and sighed, he was tired but yet again the weight of his country was waying heavily over him and baring down on his will. He longed for the days when he was young and just played with a childhood friend. A small frown was present on his face as he looked over the markings.
A noise brought him out of his thoughts as he looked up with a jolt, glancing at over to the window he sighed when he saw the broken pottery on the floor, shards of gold and blue glittered along in the moon light. The fine silk curtains blew in the wind and the light from the candles by his side danced harmonically.
"Hello?" Yami called standing from his desk.
"Hello yourself"
Yami raised an eyebrow when Bakura appeared from the shadows, far from his normally graceful self as he crashed into a small table sending more pottery to the floor with a numbed crash.
Bakura smirked when he saw the mess on the floor was his doing even if he hadn't meant it. Looking from the ruins of Yami's pots he ran his eyes over the young ruler and laughed to himself.
"Not happy to see me my king?" He teased in a low and seductive tone.
"What sort of a question is that? You know how I feel about you!" Yami snapped back and growled.
Why must Bakura flaunt himself to him? Yami wanted the tomb robber more then any one could say the knowledge of not being able to touch him was too much for the ruler to even want to come to terms with.
"One that needs no answer but one should answer it if they want something" Bakura slurred in his drunken state and lurched forward.
"Your drunk" Yami stated.
"Your horny" Bakura giggled and ran his hand over Yami's chest and towards the lower area.
Yami bit his lip to try and keep a moan from leaving him, he dreamed of moments like this. He longed for touches like he was getting now but what was the point if Bakura wasn't of sound mind? Due to drink that had polluted his system.
"O- of course I'm happy to-to see you" Yami managed to get out as the white haired troublemaker pressed himself against him.
Their bodies touching as Bakura placed his hand on Yami's jawbone trailing it down to under his chin. Bringing the Pharaoh closer he planted a crushing kiss upon him. Yami shrugged the nagging feeling that was telling him to do right and snaked his arms around Bakura's waist pulling him closer and deeper into the kiss.
Yami was aware of the powerful taste of beer on the tomb robber's tongue but the taste just added to his want for this violent rebel. He tasted so exotic and tainted and all so great. Bakura was screaming at himself in the back of his mind, he was too far-gone to stop this even though he wished he had control of himself.
He wasn't in love with Yami he needed this to get rid of all the hate and pain he felt burning inside of him for what he had done to his friend Lor, at least fucking a man didn't wreck anyone's life 9 months down the line. The battle of power and control was not over, he would win this one way or another or at least he hoped.
Yami sighed into the kiss as his pain started to ebb away knowing he was getting just what he wanted from the one he thought would be forever denied to him. His hands tangled in Bakura's white hair and played with the thick mass while Bakura grinding his hips into his.
They walked back slowly till they fell on Yami's bed, Bakura on top until the shorter of the two rolled them over. Yami looked down at the pouting tomb robber and that's when he knew this was lust and love. He leaned down again and captured the surprised Bakura in another deep kiss.
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Everything that I believe is fading
I stand alone
Inside
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Yami fell back on the bed panting from his and Bakura's love making, he never knew being inside the tomb robber could have felt so great and so heaven sent. It was like all of his worries and pains had been washed away like the beads of perspiration that glided down his tanned bare skin.
It was different for Bakura, he was still on all fours hunched mutely not making a sound other then the laboured breathing that escaped him. He felt sore all over and inside his mind he felt like he had betrayed himself and everything he had ever stood for was fading and dying around him.
His hair tickled his back as a soft night breeze rustled over him making him shiver, each movement he made seemed to hurt just that little bit more. Yami looked at him and wondered what was wrong, he was happy so why should the tomb robber not be?
Naïve the Pharaoh wasn't but this was a puzzlement to even he. Yami sighed and shuffled up the bed so his head was on a pillow, he never took his eyes off of Bakura. Maybe the dark one was just a sore loser since he had lost their on going battle of control and wills.
"What's wrong?" Yami asked in a concerned tone.
"Nothing" Bakura's voice was harsh and bitter.
"I know something wrong.."
"It's nothing OK!"
Bakura snapped and got off the bed wincing as he did so, his mind was swimming with thoughts of hate and bitter contempt along with the ever present blurred wall that the drink had built up in his normally cold and twisted mind. He pulled on his clothes and turned to Yami.
"Don't follow me" was all he said.
"Why are you leaving?" Yami stood to and demanded to know.
Bakura twitched as he stood in the window and looked over his shoulder at the other, he sighed then looked back out the window.
"Don't demand things from me your highness, it never works" He hissed.
"I need to get some things out of my head"
Before Yami could open his mouth to even try and stop the free willed tomb robber the said thief and leapt out the window and was stumbling away from the palace as fast as he could. The sand seemed to claw at his feet dragging him back and making his path away from his torment slower.
He ran as fast as his drunken state would allow him as he dashed down the streets narrowly missing a cat that flew past him. Once he was out of the city walls he leaned against the cold brick, panting for breath.
Realisation to what had just happened finally sank in and the tomb robber that was feared by all broke down into bitter cold sobs as the night rolled around him. A dagger glinted in the moon light as splashes of blood hit the white walls and a scream echoed..
~~ More to come ~~