Chapter 3

Intoxication

Hiya back again This is for the almightily Jaananni and the amazing Zoë.
I hope they don't kill me.

Disclaimer: I do not own yugioh, oh well…..one day I'll have my own bloody manga!

Bakura did not live in style. Oh no. One would think a thief who stole precious art pieces would be rolling in money. All he had to do was leave the country and sell the pieces abroad. People would buy his stolen art for thousands of pounds (using English currency) and he could live the high life on some beach in Hawaii. No. he did not live in style. Quite the opposite in fact. His place of residence was in a dank, dark apartment with two rooms, the kitchen and bedroom in one, the bathroom in another. Most of the space was taken up by his treasures. Things he had prized himself in stealing. Along the walls were shelves upon shelves of glittering gold ornaments and statues high as the ceiling. On the other walls were pieces of original hieroglyphics carved in sand stone or written on scrolled paper. Beautiful, rich colours surrounding everything. So why did he not want to sell any of these riches. I'll tell you. Bakura's origin was Egypt. He had come from a rich family who ran from a long line of high ranking men. His family used to own a beautiful stone house in Egypt one of the many hotels now scattered over the harsh sands. That was until the family went bankrupt when the bigger and admirable hotel situated not far form their home. No one wanted to rent out rooms anymore, why would they when they could have a luxury 5 star bedroom equipped with spa and other enjoyable facilities? People could get free tours when staying in the hotels and see the beautiful Egyptian art that had moved across the country.
It was then their family left Egypt, Bakura was 15. Somehow he felt he could reclaim his family's honour if he recollected the most precious parts of Egyptian culture. This mostly being the art.

And that was the start of his legacy. At first his parents didn't know but at the age of 18 he had created a brilliant collection. When the family found out they were not as pleased as Bakura thought they would be. Oh no. Exile from his home was the punishment inflicted.
But he kept on with his rampage of thievery, wanted to restore his own honour…..not the honour of his family….

Bakura stepped over to one of his shelves and picked up a beautiful ring, its gold rim shined even without light. Its rubies and emeralds were so fascinating, casting colours onto the his hand, it was almost hypnotising. Hypnotising, like that boy. This was the ring he stole when that young guard was on duty.
Bakura smirked, that boy was indeed pretty, he would love to steal something off him. He was so soft and he smelled of such sweet fragrances. Bakura had to admit, he had been intoxicated from the moment he laid eyes on him. Such a graceful figure. He had so much potential in the world of theft. He was being serious, that boy had just the right figure for jumping, running, be able to sneak into places without being detected. Perfect feline grace. Ah but the boy would never realise. What a waste. But it had not only been the boy himself, it was what he made Bakura feel. It had been a long time since he had felt so….so…..he could not describe it…… It was so pleasurable thinking of the boy it made him excited. Every night since that evening he had been plagued by the young man. He visited in his dreams, teasing him to no end. Bakura would wake up from his almost-nightmare to realise that the young one was not next to him, curled into his own larger frame. He was alone…..like always… It was strange, how he was thinking so much of him. He definitely wanted something from the boy, oh yes……..many could guess what! But was that all? He smirked again, his mouth showing teeth. He remembered the last words he said to him "whatever I desire will be mine….keep that in mind pretty boy" he repeated.
'ah what beautiful words' he thought. 'I must go visit my object of desire before I loose myself completely' he chuckled.
He strode towards the door and was reaching out for the handle when he stopped. 'wait, I don't know who he is, where he lives, what his name is, I can't just go asking for 'pretty boy'' he sighed. 'why does life have to be so tedious' Bakura shrugged 'maybe I'll find him, maybe the gods will be good to me tonight and let me find my desirable male….?' He opened and stepped out the door.

The cold night wind was too harsh for one who didn't have a coat.
"damn I forgot a coat" Ryuu said through chattering teeth. He pulled his thin jumper sleeves down his arms to cover his hands and he hugged himself closely. His breath hung in the air and his hair blew in the freezing gale.
He had wanted to go for a walk to clear his head of that bastard pervert thief, so he started wondering around town until it got dark. At first it had helped, nature's soothing force he guessed, but it didn't stay that way. For some reason everything reminded him of the pervert. A cat came screeching out at him half an hour ago and the piercing gaze only brought back memories of those dark eyes staring at him at the museum.
It had then started to get cold, he being the forgetful person that he is didn't bring anything warm.
He looked over at a small café. "café de rouge" he read. He may as well have gotten a coffee or something to warm him for the way home. He ambled over. The café was indeed warm and the creamy smell of coffee was enough to make his mouth water. As he entered through the front he pulled his wallet from out his pocket and emptied all his change.
A pound slipped through his delectate fingers and onto the floor. "damn" he said and followed the rolling coin to the back of the café. It carried on, as if the building was slanted backwards and Ryuu had to move in and out of people. The café became less crowded as he moved towards the back. "what is with this coin, its as if it has a life of its own" And indeed it seemed so. The coin made its way to a very far back cubical and stopped just outside of it. Ryuu sighed as he bent down to collect it.
"damn you, evil piece of rounded metal" as he said this he heard a noise behind him, he made to turn round but someone shoved him forward. He fell head first into the cubical and landed uncomfortably upside down on the cushy seat. It was a miracle he missed the table.
"what the hell, what did you do that for" he said righting himself and looking up at the very rude individual. His mouth dropped open.
In front of him was the gorgeous thief who had been claiming his thoughts and feelings, those piercing eyes that made him shiver. The body that was pushed against him at the museum, was now dressed in a black open shirt and black leather trousers.
All Ryuu could do was gape.
"aah, what do we have here, hmmm, a boy all on his own in the back cubical. I guess he needs some company" Bakura purred.
"stay away from me" Ryuu stated quietly. "is the pretty boy scared, is he?" Bakura said grinning. Ryuu gulped, he was getting turned on just by being near him. The thief stepped forward into the cubical. He pulled the blind back behind him, they were shrouded in semi-darkness. The small table was the only thing between them.
"so, fancy meeting you hear boy" Bakura said sitting right next to the petrified boy. Ryuu instinctively backed himself against the wall as far as he could. "oh don't be like that, there's no need to be a stranger, come closer." Bakura grabbed Ryuu wrists and yanked so that they were now pushed together.
Even though Ryuu was scared he was also aroused. He was so close to him, he felt the thief's hot breath on his face, his entire body was pressing into his and he felt the other man's hand run up and down his arm.
"don't be afraid" Bakura said, not entirely sure why he even bothered, it wasn't like the boy would listen to him. The thief studied him. His face was so…….beautiful, almost feminine. It was dark at the museum, and he didn't get a good look at his face, all he was thinking about at the time was getting a quick fuck. Now, however, it seemed something much more was drawing the thief to the younger boy.
Bakura leaned in. His other hand that was not on the boys arm raised to the boys head. Pulling the boy forward.
Their lips met in a soft kiss. It wasn't forced, it was almost…….. loving.
Ryuu went rigid, the thief was kissing him, and it wasn't rough. In his fantasies where they met, they would never share a kiss such as this. Ryuu was scared, but something was forcing him to relax in the arms of this wicked thief, who was now teasing him into submission.
Bakura wanted more of the boy, he was getting desperate. He ran his tongue against Ryuu lips sensually, which parted willingly to give him entry. Bakura tasted inside him, all of him, every corner and crevice. He massaged their tongues together electing a moan from the smaller figure before him. Bakura pushed into him, they both fell against the wall, Ryuu pinned against it. The boy tasted so good. That rich cinnamon he loved so much. Hey broke apart for a second, both catching their breath.

"I want you" Bakura stated huskily.

He didn't even wait for an answer, he just dived down to once again claim what he thought was rightfully his.
Bakura moved in between Ryuu legs, opening them so he could sit more comfier inside. He never broke the glorious contact he was getting with this tender morsel. Bakura's arms snaked around Ryuu's back, his hands travelling up inside the thin jumper and skittered his fingers up and down his spine. The smaller boy shivered from the contact. They had to break apart or both would die of oxygen deprivation.
Bakura pushed his hips forward, another moan was heard, it was the most sensual sound Bakura had ever heard, he wanted to hear it over again.

"call me Bakura, call my name, say it over and over" he gasped through ragged breaths.
Bakura repeated his actions by again grounding his groin into the young one below, still hungering to touch even more of the boy, to feel that fire spread further, and was greeted with the most beautiful sound in the world, a soft whimper, mingled with a barely audible—

"…Ba-kura…"

Oh, his name in those lips. Never mind that the words and sounds disrupted his kissing session, this was far more delicious. His stomach churned violently in almost revolting elation, sending his heart flying up into his throat, and he swiftly moved his attentions away from the front face, off to the side to concentrate on the smooth cheeks and ears. He wanted to leave that mouth free from obstruction, free to moan and cry and articulate all it wanted. Pushing his hips into him again, their proud erection rubbing together, the friction between them made the heat rise and the need more urgent. They wouldn't be able to hold on much longer….

The curtain was drawn back suddenly and both of the boys broke away to look at the intruder.
The owner of the café, his name was Juanne Alareata was a porky man with a big red face, at this time his head seemed to have swollen to twice its normal size. "my customers have been complaining that they have heard strange noises coming from this cubical" he shouted enraged " how dare you desecrate my beautiful café with your sinful actions, GET OUT OF HERE AT ONCE! OR DO YOU WANT ME TO GET MY SHOTGUN" Bakura and Ryuu pulled apart and tousled past the owner, they dashed towards the door. The entire café were watching them with disgusted faces, looks of horror from all sides.
They made it out the café, but neither stopped running, until they were far away from 'café de rouge' and far from the psycho tomato head owner.

Hahah, I hope you like, next chappy will be the last, it ends it all, ooooooooooooh what will it be?
If anyone wants to comment on this be my guest, that's what reviewing is for…… Love you all Oh yeah, and the coin thing, where it rolled. It's happened to me before, once when I was in Paris, I was in this little café and I dropped an English pound. Me being the hungry little devil I am, followed it. I swear the building must have been slanted because it kept on rolling. Unfortunately when it stopped, I wasn't ravaged by a sexy Egyptian thief, I was just told of by a fat French women. I love you Jaananni and Zoë (who just happens to be part French), and Louisa but I don't know if ur reading, I also love you Sammy…and Bitch!

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