-Killer In Me-

Chapter 2

Bakura/Ryou, AU (I guess), Bakura POV. 'R' for a reason, hon. Lemon in here somewhere... (shuffles papers) Yep. Read on.

Set in Ancient Egypt, when Yami was still Pharaoh, and Bakura was our favorite Tomb Robber. And then Ryou is in here too. Wouldn't be much of a Bakura/Ryou without him, now would there?

What's Mine- The story, the plot, my name, and a crumpled up ten-dollar bill.

What's Not- Bakura, Ryou, Yami, Egypt, Umbrella Corp., Johnny Depp, and a partrich in a pear tree.

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Pain. Blinding, numbing, stabbing pain rocketing across my skin with each faltering step I took. I couldn't last long like this. One hand to the wall, balance against its solid force, one step at a time, forward even further into the Maze, to the Gods knew where. I just knew that if I stopped then I would be able to do nothing more than die there. My vision was graying even in the moonlight; silver filtering down to reflect on the puddles of blood that dripped from my back, my side. I felt the sting of sand on my feet, knew they were bleeding and couldn't summon enough thought to care. Just move forward.

The wall disappeared from beneath my fingertips, my feet slid out from under me, and I felt the rolling sensation of black sleep welling up within me. Anubis, don't let it end here... I didn't feel the impact as I fell, but I was suddenly aware of the burn of stone against my cheek, pressure against my bleeding hip, and the dull roar of silence. I lay there for an endless moment, wondering if I was truly going to die there, alone in a damned alley. No... Not like this...

But even as my mind rebelled, my body slumped in on itself, exhaustion and pain just sucking me under. The fog that had hovered just on the edge of my vision closed around me and I knew that I was lost, that there was no hope now. Even that defiant voice in my head faded to nothing, sinking into strange and surreal warmth that seeped through my body like a sun-warmed breeze. I lost the will to resist as my eyes fluttered closed, perhaps finally.

I was floating, I think. It was a weightless feeling, like I was suddenly without ties to the Earth, save my awareness. That warm glow covered me as a blanket of security and peace would, and for the first time in a long long time, I felt truly and utterly safe. I curled around that warmth like a flame even as it curled around me, holding me like a child. I sighed, and smiled against it. Soft featherlike brushes against my face, so careful that I didn't even flinch away. So soft and caring, until the last traces of lingering pain trickled away, leaving that touch in it's wake.

I felt a soaking coolness then, everything encased in trickling silk, so fluid-like against my skin it was like water. Without air. My eyes snapped open to a bright white world of moonlit jewels scattering before my eyes, the moon standing before me, shrouded in wavey gossamer and a hand cupping the back of my skull, tilting my gaze upwards into the fall of diamonds, air forced from my lungs as my eyes burned. Water!

I dove forwards out of the waterfall with a gasp, coughing violently as I flailed about, barely feeling the restraining hands that held me immobile easily. I was blinded as tears and water ran down my face, and I couldn't seem to raise my hand to wipe them away. A soft touch pushed my head back upright, two hands held me fast, and the first thing I saw was two deep umber eyes holding my own. I knew those eyes...

"You..." I rasped out, before doubling over into a coughing fit for my trouble. The pain flooded back, numbed only a little by the soft water I was sitting in. The boy leaned forward to hold me, keep me from falling as I hacked. A retching sound climbed from my raw throat, and a wet gurgle of blood trickled from between my clenched teeth.

"Yes, me." he said, and I looked at him from behind my bangs.

"Couldn't you have just let me die, fool?" I snarled into his arm as he pulled me further away from the fall of water. I could make out a white stone rim behind the boy's close form, but everything beyond that was a moonlit blur. A fountain, then.

"No. No, I couldn't." he said slowly, still holding me gently. He sounded confused. I snorted and gasped as the sound split down my side.

"Then you... boy... are more a fool than I thought." I hissed, letting my eyes fall closed. He shook me, and I groaned.

"No, you can't die here. No." he said firmly, as my head rolled to the side. Nausea roiled in me, but I was powerless to do anything about it.

"Tell me, where is the Ring?" he asked me, twisting to meet my wandering gaze. Gods, is that what he wanted? That fucking Ring? That little trinket that I had lifted from a small tomb, the only thing that seemed to be of any worth? Damn, that Pharaoh was stingy.

"Tell... your Pharaoh that he can look for it for every generation to come. He won't find it." I sneered quietly. Just leave, boy. I'm dead already, just go!

"You ass! It's not that! Damn Raider..." the white-haired being snapped, gritting his teeth together. "The Ring has power, much like the Pharaoh's Puzzle. It does many things, but above all it can heal. Even you."

I snorted. "Bull... shit..."

"I speak the truth. The Pharaoh can gain nothing from the Ring, it was yours since before your birth. But to hold that power you must live through this night!"

The water was growing very pink in the silvery light. Even the cold could no longer keep my consciousness from slipping. I was running out of time. But if the boy was telling the truth...

"How... can I t-trust you?" I slurred, as I felt my body begin to go limp. The question sounded weak, even to me. My cold nose was pressed into a warm chest, strong arms encircled me, and an inviting aroma of sandalwood filled my senses. I smiled slightly, as he whispered above my head, "You have no choice but to." Ah, hell. Couldn't I be allowed the luxury of dying in peace?

"Pouch..." I mumbled, eyes half-lidded. "Small... of baaack..." Fingers brushed my wounds as they searched, but even the lances of fire didn't hold my attention long. It was dark...

Heat. Burning, searing, consuming... and Gods above, it felt good. My back arched as a rush of solid power slammed through my body, burning away every last trace of the darkness. I could see only white, everything was lost to me but that wave of something that spoke of home, where ever that place was. This power was home.

I slowly became aware of the tight hold around me, keeping me in place. The water swirling around me, lifting my soaked pants in an odd dance around my form... It all trickled back into my mind, keeping me here, in one place, in the world of the Living. I realized that the fountain's fall was sluicing down my back, and shivered.

"What... was..." I started, falling forward once more into the boy, who shook against me.

"That... was the Ring's power. The power to heal..." he said. I frowned slightly, and sat up. Nothing hurt. Nothing. I wasn't even sore. Maybe I would live.

I looked at him, for what seemed like the first time. His eyes were wide, startled, white bangs dripping cool water from their ends before his face. Those brown eyes were so soft they looked like a sweet that I had stolen from a royal table... choklat... I think it was. But that expression made his whole face seem sweet enough to eat. A huge, swollen moon hung over his shoulder, a small, glowing edge nipped away by a building's shadow. Fountain water prismed the light as it splashed into its marble basin, moving my ragged pants in the current. The boy sucked in a huge breath, and shivered.

"What did you do?" I demanded, flexing a stiff arm. He looked at me in surprise.

"I used the Ring's power to heal you." he said slowly, looking cautious as he pushed himself up from the water-filled basin with a sucking splash. I scowled.

"Then what you were saying about the Ring was a lie." I said flatly. I should have known that a promise of something to call home was false. I should have known that this was just another steal, nothing that I could call my own. I should have known. But why didn't that stop the feeling that a piece of myself had been ripped away?

"No. It was true. But what I did..." he trailed off. My eyes narrowed, but he continued. "I was able to heal you... because... nah... I don't..."

"Here's an easier question. Why?" I snapped. Gods above, why did I let it hurt so badly? Why was a stupid trinket so important to me?

The boy looked at me then. He looked at me, and I saw a reflection of hurt and pain in his gaze that I knew was in my own. I felt my own eyes grow wide, as something snapped inside me. I leaned forwards even as he leaned inwards, closing the cold distance between us.

Our lips met, softly at first. He was so warm against me that I pulled him even closer just to share in that heat. His fingers dug into my shoulders, and neither of us noticed when he slipped back into the water. It was just contact, at first, a simple sharing of emotions that I had no right feeling, a soft touch that I had no right to give or receive. But I did, snaking my arm around his thin waist while I cradled his head close.

I pulled back when I felt my lungs grow dry, pulled back and stared at the boy in my arms, clinging to my bare shoulders, fitting so perfectly against me. I should have come to my senses then. I should have let go, and run off into the darkness again, to live and die alone again. I should have. But I couldn't, when melted choklat eyes opened to blearily meet my own, and those soft lips pulled into a small smile.

"Who are you?" I asked softly, letting slippery silken strands run through my fingers. He smiled a little more, leaning into my hand.

"Ryou." he breathed.

"Bakura." I replied.

"I know." he laughed, and I bent for another kiss. This one was less soft, a tang of fire licking between us as I probed with my tongue, only to be allowed access to small taste of Heaven. Sweet and soft, so like the choklat I compare him to.

"Gods, Ryou..." I hissed, as we broke apart. "How can you taste this sweet?" He made a small sound, and pressed further against me, arms circling around my back. I couldn't help but bury my nose into his wet hair, inhaling the scent that had taunted my in a courtyard that seemed to exist a lifetime ago. Sandalwood, smooth and unique.

Lips moved over my chest, and I snorted in laughter, pulling Ryou up to kiss him once more, nipping at his lips even as I tasted them, swallowing the little sounds he made, just feeling him against me. Lust speared through my gut, and I broke into a twisted grin. Ryou pulled back to look at me, confused. I pushed him suddenly, flipping him over my hip to land on his back in the shallow pool, pinning his arms to his sides. He let out a yelp of shock, and I leaned to whisper against his mouth, letting my lips brush his with each word, staring at him.

"You kept me alive, Ryou, but now you tempt me here. A service and a disservice. Any other situation, I might feel gratitude. But now I think..." I pulled back, and nuzzled his pale neck, biting it gently. Ryou arched, pressing himself against me, whining. "The disservice..." I moved further down, pushing his sopping wet shirt down as I moved. "Should be..." I bit his collarbone, not-so-gently, leaving imprints of my teeth on the reddened skin. He cried out, pressing against me. "Punished." I finished, diving upwards to claim his lips again, my tongue thrusting into his mouth, pressing against him as he rocked against me.

"So now, I claim you." I whispered into his hair, thrusting down, grinding against him harshly. He choked out a yelp, and I grinned down at him. His eyes were huge, filled with the same need that I felt tearing through my system. I sacrificed a hand to run fingertips down that arched body, watching the want blaze across his face, so needy, so mine.

I didn't think twice about the statement in my head that held this boy to me, as I pressed him down for another flaming kiss. He was mine. Mine.

"Mine." I didn't realize that I had spoken aloud until those dark eyes grew even wider. I laughed darkly. "Too late for regrets, Ryou. I'll have you now, and mark you as mine for all to see."

Slowly, he brought his free hand down, and carefully traced my jaw line with a soft fingertip. I stilled, the tickling touch ghosting across my lips, past my cheek, until he ran shaking fingers through my dripping hair. He pulled me close again, and I saw a sort of fire burning in those deep choklat eyes, hunger, need, and... something that made me feel a small 'click' of completion. Gods above, Ryou... What you do to me... I didn't say it. Not yet.

I pressed my lips to his white throat, teasing the cold flesh until it warmed beneath my tongue, and then without warning, closed my teeth on the skin, biting deep, marking him with the crimson tide of blood that filled my mouth. Sweet and salty. Marking him as MINE.

Ryou whimpered, and twisted with the sharp pain. But I didn't let him escape. I lapped at the flow, licking my lips. I looked at his face, his brows drawn together, his teeth grinding. I leaned over him, denying the concern that I felt access to my features. But not to my voice. Not all the way.

"Ryou?" His eyes flew open, and he lunged forward, sucking my lower lip into his mouth as he molded against my body. I let him dominate for a moment, and then leaned in, holding him against the stone basin and me. I felt him whimper against my mouth, "Please, Bakura..." Ryou, you will ruin me, I thought. And perhaps the best part was, I didn't give a damn.

I tore at his shirt, pressing my one hand down his side, pushing down waterlogged pants, dragging the heat lower. I could feel him pulse against me, as he mewled, my tongue drawing circles around his nipple, but never touching, not quite... But he pulsed against my thigh, and rubbed so wantonly and desperately that I bit and held on, swallowing hard around taunt skin.

"Bakura!" he cried, and I hissed out a long, shaky breath, releasing him to steal his mouth, take everything he had and more. I released his other wrist and leaned into him, finding that sealed entrance with a gentle fingertip, pressing, but not entering. His eyes flew open wide and I looked at him, looked and smiled. If wickedly, I tried to let him see what I was feeling then, what I couldn't possibly put into words. He shook against me and nodded.

I pulled him up, water exploding around us as I sank to my knees, his legs straddling my thighs, slamming my mouth upon his, wrapping my freed hand around his throbbing length, the questing digit sinking deep within him. I swallowed the sounds he made, knowing his felt that burn that would lead to so much more, moving both hands as one, stroking inwardly and outwardly. I felt his hands tighten on my back, nails scoring into muscle. I purred, the burn so similar to the one he was surely feeling.

"Relax, Ryou. Shh... Relax. It will ease..." I whispered in his ear, and he moaned suddenly, jerking against me, burying his mouth against my collarbone. I pressed again to that spot deep within him, massaging it mercilessly. He writhed, and I had to bite my own lip to contain my own moan. My hands stilled, and I laughed breathlessly as he whined, pulling back to look at me, eyes huge with hunger.

I pressed him upwards, and reached to pull away my own pants, only to have my fingers collide with his. I laughed, and then gasped as the fingers went from floating material to my own heat. I caught a glimpse of a wicked grin, before my eyes fluttered closed. I let myself luxuriate in the pull and tug that unsteady little hand created for a moment, until I felt myself grow close. I stilled his hand, and laughed.

"Not yet, Ryou. Not yet." I whispered, moving his slim hips over my own need, holding him still. He whined, and twisted in my hands, but I held him until his eyes met mine, glazed and needy.

"Mine." I said, and he smiled.

"Yours." he replied, leaning into to share a kiss as gentle as the first.

My hips leapt upwards even as I shoved him down, impaling him, and enclosing myself within him, insanely tight, and pulsing around me. He screamed and I yelled out as one.

"AH, GODS!!!"

"Ryou!" I hissed, surging up into him swiftly, even as he pressed down onto me, perfectly. As if he were born for it. And all mine. I thrust and he slid, both of us mindless.

"Ba-.. Kura! Ah! Please! Gods!" he panted, and I groaned, falling back into the warming and shallow water, watching him move above me, sliding higher into him than ever. He screamed again as I brushed that spot, again, and again, an endless chant as fire licked into us both. My hands roamed, his member, his twitching stomach, his nipples, his long neck as his head fell back, his fingers fisting on my thighs, nails digging in.

So close, now. So close to completion, to truly marking him as mine, claiming him, the Ring, and to Hell with anyone that tried to take them away. That knife-edge within me grew sharper, pleasure and pain riding as one within us both.

"Look at me, Ryou. Look at me." I said harshly, and he looked at me, eyes going blind.

I shot forward, and buried both hands in fragrant hair, and whispered in his ear, "Mine!"

"Yours!" he cried, and he screamed one last time, eyes wide and locked on my own. I lasted only a second longer, and exploded, crying out his name, his name. His. And no other.

I stalked through the alleyway, keeping low and silent, weaving past a huge wicker basket to duck once again into shadow. It was up ahead, the fancy parade that meant the bastard of a Pharaoh was up and about out of his golden Palace. Familiar rage swam up in me, but that wasn't what I was after. Any other time, I would be waiting for the perfect opportunity to put a knife between that fuck's shoulder blades. But today...

The damn sunlight reflected off the silver helms of the Guard, hurting my eyes, and I snarled silently. But I kept moving. I reached the crowd now, but stayed in the back, weaving behind gawkers, and pickpockets, intent on my goal. And through a gap, I spotted it. A humorless grin broke across my features.

We were nearing the place, the parade and myself. The place where I would get what I was after. The scanty overhangings became asolid mass of canvas, the shadows a startling contrast fro the blinding light of the day. The Entrance to the Maze. The Guard came to life here, wary as they watched the crowd. For me, probably. But as good at their job as they were, I was better. And it as close... so close...

Yes! There! that perverse little voice exclaimed, the one that I could never get to shut up lately. And sure enough. There. The little niche where I knew no one could see into without entering it themselves. So tiny, narrow, and compact that two people could hardly walk shoulder to shoulder. And as I drew in front of it, I watched the procession. Guard, Guard, Guard, Tax Collector, Guard... YES!

I lunged, and caught the fluttery sleeve of a pale man carrying a small sword at his hip, pulling him into that niche so quickly, no one reacted. Not even him. Or at least, not until I slammed him into the solid wall behind him, and pressed a very real and very lethal knife to his throat. Huge brown eyes stared at me, and I smirked, no warmth in my features.

He drew in a shaky breath, and nicked himself for his trouble. He winced, and smiled almost ruefully.

"Bakura." Ryou said, and I pressed the knife even closer.

"Ryou." I replied icily. His eyes narrowed.

"What do you want, Bakura?" he hissed, ignoring the thin trickle of blood staining his silken shirt collar as I did, intent on each other.

"What do I always want?" I asked, smirk growing. "What is mine!"

"What the hell are you talkin-" I cut him off with a rough shove.

"That bastard Pharaoh took what is mine, and I want it back." I snapped, nearly nose to nose with him as I glared. He glared back, fearless.

"The Pharaoh doesn't have your Ring, Bakura. You do."

I laughed. "And I don't know that? No, he took something else. And I want it back."

"What?" he hissed, and then his eyes grew wide.

"I want what is mine. And you are mine." I slammed my mouth on his, and devoured his lips, his tongue. Kissed him, claimed him, taking him back from the Pharaoh that he had no choice but to run back to that morning after my mark marred his perfect neck. And deeper. So much deeper. And he... kissed me back. I felt my rage slip away to need, and pressed him against the wall. He hissed as the knife pressed deeper. But neither of us stopped.

But it became obvious that the pounding in my ears was also the pounding of footsteps, and the calls of Ryou's name echoed through the tiny niche. I pulled away, and growled a curse at those who would dare call him theirs. I turned to look at him again, as booted feet became visible at the end of the alley.

"Mine."

"Yours."

Both our eyes spoke what we could never say.

And I turned, and dashed down the alleyway, deeper into the Maze, as he fled towards the searching Guards. Both of us ran for our lives, because they were the only things that we could control. But not all that we had. Not anymore.

owari

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AN- (wipes brow) Well damn that was fun! (sigh) Yeesh, I'm definatly developing a taste for bittersweet endings. Ah well. It's back to contemporary stuff for me! I hope you enjoyed this thing, because I know I did. Although, if you noticed in my other stories, I mention scents a lot too. So I'm an olfactory person. That, and its fun to write about, and think up all the scents to play with. ''

Nike- Oh yeah. And the title is actually from the Smashing Pumpkin's song Disarm.

Jacques- Yeah... I like our title better!

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