Bakura awoke slowly as Ra's first rays began to light the sky. As he came fully awake, memories of what had happened the night before flooded his mind. Next he realized that his body was still draped over Mahes, and he fairly leaped out of bed.

"Wha-?" asked Mahes sleepily. Bakura's sudden movement had woken him up.

"Just getting up," said Bakura. He tried to sound casual. The way the edges of Mahes's lips quirked, as if he was trying to suppress a smile, made Bakura think he hadn't quite succeeded.

Bakura decided, right then and there, that he was going to totally ignore whatever had happened the night before. Maybe if he didn't mention it, Mahes wouldn't either, and the entire thing could be forgotten.

"So, what's for breakfast?" asked Mahes, arising from bed.

"I don't know. There's not much. You didn't keep this place very well stocked while I was gone," said Bakura. He tried to sound irritated, but secretly he was glad that Mahes had started a conversation on a totally safe subject.

Bakura thought that this might work. He set his mind to ignore everything. He wasn't even going to think about what had happened the day before.

As it turned out, Mahes made this quite impossible, because as he passed by Bakura, he quickly leaned in and joined their lips together once more, just for a second.

Bakura stood frozen. Mahes, on the other hand, continued the thread of conversation as if nothing had happened.

"Well, I was a little busy being worried about you," said Mahes. "I wasn't thinking so much about making sure we had an adequate store of supplies."

Bakura stood silent for a while, then managed to break out of his trance. Ignoring it wasn't going to work, he realized ruefully. He was going to have to say something.

"Why do you keep doing that?" Bakura finally demanded.

"Doing what?" asked Mahes with mock innocence.

"You know what," said Bakura, trying to make his voice sound low and dangerous.

"No, tell me," said Mahes. Now Mahes was openly smiling.

Bakura knew he was being played with, and he did not like it one bit. He glared at Mahes angrily, trying to look fierce, but he knew that he couldn't really threaten the other teen- Mahes was not afraid of him in the least.

"Well?" asked Mahes.

Apparently, Bakura didn't have any choice but to say it. "Kissing me!" he finally burst out.

"Oh, that," said Mahes, shrugging. "It just...feels right." Mahes paused. "Doesn't it?"

For some reason, that question caused Bakura's face to heat up. He declined to give any answer.

"I mean," Mahes tried to clarify, "when you care about someone, you hug and kiss them. My sister always hugged and kissed me."

"So...you feel the same way about me as you do about your sister?" Somehow, Bakura didn't like that idea.

But Mahes shook his head. "No, I mean...I do think of you as family in a way. But it's more than that, you know? Like there's something extra there. Being close to you feels different than being close to my sister did."

"How?" Bakura asked, a bit dazed. He couldn't even believe he was having this conversation.

"Well, it kind of makes my heart speed up," said Mahes. "Is it the same for you?"

And then Mahes was coming towards him. Bakura instinctively backed up, and did so much too quickly. He was far past being able to pay attention to what he was doing, and he managed to smack himself right into the shelves on the wall behind him. The impact of his body sent several bottles crashing to the floor. The hideout was momentarily filled with the tinkling sound of shattering glass.

"Dammit!" cursed Bakura.

Mahes paused for a moment, but then cautiously, he began to step forward again. Bakura could have moved to the side and avoided him, but he felt like his mind was locked up, and before he knew it, Mahes's body was pressed against his own.

"If you really want me to, I'll stop touching you," said Mahes, as he put his hand on Bakura's chest. He lowered his voice. "But your heart is racing."

Bakura felt his mouth go dry. "What does this mean?" Bakura finally asked. It was the question that had been plaguing him since the day before. It was an awkward question, but he didn't think it was possible for things to get any more awkward than they already were.

Mahes shrugged again. "Does it matter? It's just us here. If we both want to..." Mahes tilted his head.

Mahes's closeness was making it very, very hard for Bakura to think. Maybe that was why Mahes's words seemed to make sense in that moment. Hesitantly, tentatively, Bakura leaned in and connected his lips with Mahes's.

Immediately, Mahes's arms were around him, and Bakura was being kissed back. Mahes kissed him slowly, repeatedly, and Bakura knew he was lost, returning the kisses and fisting his hands in Mahes's robes.

After several minutes of this, Bakura finally mustered the strength to pull his mouth away from Mahes's.

"We have other things to do today!" Bakura said harshly. "For one thing, you need to clean up all this broken glass. It's your fault it got broken."

Bakura pushed Mahes away, and went to sit on the bed. "And once you're done with that, go to the market and get stuff to replace what got broken," he said huffily. "And get us some food, too, since you didn't even bother to stock up on the necessities while I was gone."

"Alright, Bakura," said Mahes. And then, under his breath, "Small price to pay."

"What was that?" asked Bakura.

"Nothing," said Mahes, turning his head away and smiling to himself as he bent to clean up the broken glass.

"And don't cut yourself!" said Bakura sharply.

After making this admonishment, Bakura laid down, turning pointedly away from Mahes. Eventually, he heard Mahes leave, apparently to go steal food and supplies. It was then that Bakura allowed himself a frustrated groan. He still couldn't believe that he'd gotten himself into this. Or rather, that he'd let Mahes get him into this.

Also, he was hungry, and Mahes wouldn't be back with something to eat for quite a while. He briefly considered banging his head into the wall.

Instead, he continued to lay there stiffly, with a growling stomach and troubled thoughts. The most troubling of these thoughts was that, truth be told, he wanted his partner to do that with him again. He tried to push this thought out of his mind as he waited for Mahes to return with food. He wasn't entirely successful.

Mahes must have been hurrying, because although he took most of the day, he still returned much sooner than Bakura had expected. Mahes threw something at Bakura and Bakura caught it deftly. Bakura looked at the thing in his hand, comprehension dawning.

"Meat?" he asked. "Real meat?" He was obviously surprised and pleased.

"Yup, it's goat," said Mahes proudly.

Bakura immediately attacked the meat, taking a huge bite.

"Bakura!" exclaimed Mahes.

"What?" asked Bakura, blood dripping down his face.

"That's raw!" yelled Mahes. "It's red meat, not poultry!"

"So? I'm hungry," said Bakura, tearing off another bite for himself.

"I think I'm going to be sick," said Mahes. And he actually did look a little ill.

Bakura smirked and tore off another huge chunk with his teeth.

"I believe I've lost my appetite," said Mahes, turning away from Bakura. He heard Bakura snicker behind him.

Mahes tried to hold out, but soon, hunger got the best of him. Still facing away from Bakura, he sat down and began to eat an apple. Once he was done with that, he started in on a radish, and tried to ignore the sound of Bakura ravenously devouring the bloody flesh.

When the two were done eating, Mahes turned back around to face Bakura.

"Ra, you're disgusting," said Mahes with distaste.

Unexpectedly, Bakura collapsed on the ground in a fit of giggles.

Mahes looked at him angrily. "It's not funny!" he said. "Really, I was barely able to eat!"

But Bakura's laughter was contagious, and eventually Mahes began laughing himself. After a while, their laughter began to taper off, and Bakura picked himself up off of the floor.

"Look, it's been a long day, at least for me," said Mahes. "Lots of exercise and hardly any food...I'm just out of energy. I'm going to bed."

With that, Mahes shed his robe and climbed into bed. Bakura stood across from him, a look of indecision and uncertainty on his face.

"Don't want to sleep next to me anymore?" asked Mahes.

"Are you going to- you know-"

Mahes smiled at the fact that Bakura couldn't even say it. "Not if you don't want me to," he said.

"Well, it's not as if I want to sleep on the floor," conceded Bakura.

So Bakura threw off his own robe and laid down next to Mahes. Mahes cuddled up to him, as he always did. Bakura shivered a bit at the close contact, and this did not go unnoticed by Mahes.

"But if you do want me to...I will..." said Mahes quietly.

And Bakura gave in and allowed his partner to kiss him senseless.

After that night, Bakura totally gave up on protesting Mahes's kisses and touches, and simply let himself enjoy this...whatever it was.

So, a couple months later, when Bakura returned from robbing a tomb and Mahes greeted him with a hug and a kiss, Bakura was no longer shocked or flustered.

"Where have you been, partner?" asked Mahes. "Tell me the tales of your adventures."

"I didn't have any trouble at all," said Bakura proudly. "You can see what I stole if you like, but you know these small tombs don't have much of interest in them. It's getting so easy for me, though- I think I'm ready to move on to stealing from slightly larger tombs."

Mahes looked a bit worried, but said nothing; he just leaned in for another short kiss, simultaneously snatching Bakura's bag from him so he could examine its contents.

Bakura had surprised himself with how easily he'd gotten used to Mahes stealing quick kisses from him during the daytime, and kissing him for much longer each night when they went to bed.

Yet, it seemed that every time Bakura had just gotten comfortable with what they were doing, Mahes tried something new- teeth on his earlobe, a tongue on his neck, fingers skimming down his chest. It was as if Mahes delighted in finding new ways to make him gasp, to make him feel better than he already did, and it always threw him off balance all over again.

His heart never failed to race with anticipation every night when Mahes would climb into bed next to him, as he wondered what Mahes might do next.

But still, he took Mahes into his arms without hesitation each night, and let Mahes do what he would to him- all the things that he would never, ever admit how much he enjoyed.

So there came a night when Bakura pulled Mahes close and let Mahes kiss him into oblivion, and then let him kiss along his jawline, down his neck, across his shoulder.

"Ah- Bakura-" said Mahes, as his hands incessantly stroked over Bakura's back. "Doing this with you- it makes me want more."

"More?" asked Bakura, eyes widening.

"I think- you do too?"

And instead of explaining what he meant in words, Mahes bumped his hips against Bakura's, causing Bakura to gasp with surprise and momentary pleasure. Bakura felt himself blushing slightly, knowing that he couldn't hide the fact that his body was reacting to what Mahes was doing to him. But Mahes's body was reacting in the same way, and it was obvious to Bakura that Mahes had been trying to show him that, too.

"Can I touch you?" asked Mahes then, softly, questioning. "I want to make you feel good..."

Mahes rubbed up against Bakura again.

"Oh, fuck," Bakura breathed. He thought he should try to resist, but he wanted it- badly. "Y-yes."

And then Mahes's hands were there, and it was so incredible to be touched like that by someone else, so Bakura closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, but he held back as much as he could and didn't make any sounds, not wanting Mahes to know how good it felt.

But suddenly there was warmth and wetness and Bakura absolutely screamed as Mahes's tongue licked all along his most sensitive place.

"Alright?" asked Mahes.

"Yes, yes, yes," was all that Bakura could manage by then.

And he couldn't help screaming again as Mahes's mouth enveloped him completely.

He felt lips and tongue and suction and it was amazing and it wasn't long at all before he spasmed and released into his partner's mouth. Dimly, from the depths of his ecstasy, he heard Mahes gag a little, but Mahes quickly recovered and then he moved up so that his face was next to Bakura's.

"Good?" asked Mahes.

Bakura was still panting, but he somehow regained control of himself and, choosing not to answer, changed the subject instead. "What does it taste like?" He was honestly curious.

"Bittersweet," said Mahes. "Like you."

Bakura smiled. With a soft and affectionate look in his eyes, Mahes reached out and touched Bakura's face.

"I love you," whispered Mahes.

"Don't be so sentimental," said Bakura roughly.

And then, to distract him- only to distract him- Bakura flipped Mahes over and dipped his own head and returned the favor that Mahes had just given him.

"Oh, Ra, Bakura-"

And then it was Bakura who got to make Mahes scream. Bakura had no real idea what he was doing, but judging by the sounds the one underneath him was making, that didn't really matter. So Bakura was able to drive Mahes crazy quite easily, and when Bakura flicked his tongue around the tip of Mahes's erection, Mahes couldn't take any more and cried out as he came.

Bakura kept his head down and forced himself to swallow. Mahes had been able to handle it, so it would be unacceptable if he couldn't handle it as well. When he was sure Mahes was through, he lifted his head up and then collapsed against Mahes's chest.

He felt Mahes's arms come up around him. "Bakura...love you..."

"I told you not to be so sentimental," Bakura said.

Mahes sighed indulgently. Warm feelings of relaxation and sleepiness were pulling at him, and he soon gave himself over to sleep.

Bakura remained lying with his head on Mahes's chest, trying not to think too much. Eventually, he too fell asleep, the sound of his partner's heartbeat carrying him down into his dreams.

AN: I think that sort of turned out as something that's somewhere between a lime and a lemon, but that's how it ended up coming out when I wrote it- hope you guys liked it! At least they finally had sex :) (If you're one of those people who doesn't think oral sex is "real sex," then- well, you can't see me right now, but I am flipping you off so hard. Also, if you don't think oral sex is sex, UR DOIN IT RONG. Trust me.) Though, if you're wanting them to have penetrative sex, a detailed scene of that will be coming up later and is actually already written- one thing about this fic is that I'm writing it all out of order. Currently I have 2 chapters that are basically done, 2 chapters that are about 75% done, and another chapter that is about 50% done. Unfortunately, none of these chapters are, in fact, chapter 7- I haven't written word one of chapter 7 yet.

Anyways, apparently Bakura's thing for going crazy when eating meat originated back in his ancient Egypt days. So, yeah, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, please review and let me know! As always, much love to everyone who has read or reviewed so far!