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Chapter Two
Bakura contemplated about how to get rid of the tour guide Ryou had forced him to hire. He'd meant it when he said he didn't want anyone poking around in his home. Though, now that he thought about it, he was pretty sure Kul Elna must have been forgotten sometime after speaking of the tragedy had been forbidden. When he'd explained his past to Ryou, the boy hadn't known anything about Kul Elna. That was odd in itself. Ryou's father was an archeologist and Ryou himself was effectively obsessed with Egypt. It was bizarre that he hadn't known of Kul Elna. The only explanation Bakura had been able to reach, was that Kul Elna had been lost. Archaeologists must never have found the ruins.
Which was good. Nothing would have been disturbed...
Though this also increased his desire to get rid of the tour guide long before they got to Kul Elna. The village had never been explored, Bakura wanted it to stay that way.
It was day three of their journey, Bakura just couldn't get to sleep. He looked up at the moon, deep in thought, glancing at the watch he'd stolen from a gift shop at the airport. It was 1:00 AM.
He sighed. A snore turned Bakura's attention to the two sleeping figures on the opposite side of the campfire. More specifically, his attention was drawn to the short, slightly pudgy figure of the tour guide. His eyes narrowed as he watched the man. He didn't trust this guy. There was something telling him the man was bad news. He krept over to the Guides horse and peaked into his saddle bags. Food, water, A gun and a dagger. He sighed. Sadly, his instincts were rarely wrong. Clearly, their 'guide' was just a con artist who would abandon them as soon as he was sure they were deep enough in the desert to abandon.
Ryou shivered in his sleep, the fire was getting a bit low. Bakura stood, getting an idea. He walked over to his hikari and gently shook him.
"Ryou."
Ryou's eyes cracked, groaning, "Bakura? What is it...?"
"We're out of firewood. Let's go find some."
"Okay..."Ryou said as he sat up sleepily. Bakura grabbed the saddlebags containing their belongings and slung them onto the horses. They were ditching the guide NOW. Firewood shortage was the perfect excuse to do so.
Noticing Ryou stuggle as he tried to mount his horse, Bakura placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently.
"Ryou, ride with me, you're too tired to ride on your own. I'll keep your horse reigned in."
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They'd been riding for nearly 3 hours and Ryou hadn't moved an inch. His face was still resting against Bakura's spine, his arms wrapped loosely around hiss waist, a serene smile painting his features as he dreamed. Bakura was having to hold Ryou's hands together to prevent him from falling off while maintaining the paths of the two horses with the other hand. It was easier than he'd thought it would be, the horses were clearly trained to follow one another. He had been annoyed when he'd lost the argument over which horses to use against Ryou.
He'd always connected with the idea of wild, untamable animals. He saw something of himself in the simple, instince-reliant behaviour they displayed. Though he had to admit, in the current situation, perhapsRyou maybe might have been right about riding trained horses.
Just maybe.
Bakura rode another 2 hours before Ryou woke up, yawning, he looked around as the sun began to come up, lightening the desert around them, dunes of sand everywhere around them.
"Bakura...where Are we?" the boy asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he noticed they were far from camp. Bakura smirked to himself, "On our way to Kul Elna, of course."
"Where's the guide?" Ryou asked quizically.
"Back at the camp, I presume."
Bakura expected Ryou to start whining about how irresponsible and reckless he was, but heard nothing but a heavy sigh. "Alright..." he said, "If you really think you can find your way to your village after all these centuries-"
"I do."
"-Then I'll trust you," the boy finished. Bakura grinned.
"Good. Now, if you're awake enough, mount your horse. We have quite a ways to go. It will quite easily take a day and a half to reach Kul Elna. That moron you forced me to hire was going in the wrong direction, how on earth did you ever think that thief was a guide?"
Ryou's eyes widened, "What?"
"He was leading us into open desert to rob us and leave us to die. I have a sense about these things, being the king of thieves...finding his weapons was a pretty good sign too."
He could only chuckle as Ryou sputtered in shock.
"Ryou?"
"Yes, Bakura?" Ryou asked in a mumble
Bakura turned in his saddle. "What the hell are you doing back there?"
Ryou was trailing at least 4 feet behind him.
Ryou glanced up "Oh, sorry Bakura... I'm just a little tired."
Bakura stared at him. "How in the nine levels of hell are you tired? You slept like a corpse!" Bakura's face abruptly became acquainted with his palm as Ryou slipped and fell from the saddle, his horse obediently slowing to a stop upon realizing its rider was no longer in the saddle.
Bakura turned his own horse around, trotting over to Ryou and jumping down from the turned Ryou over and pulled him into a sitting position, leaning him against his chest. Ryou's face was pale, his forehead soaked with sweat. Bakura laid a hand on Ryou's forehead when the boy started to tremble."Shit. You've gotten heat-stroke..." This is the last thing we need right now," he swore as Ryou's trembling turned to shaking.
"Ryou. Ryou? Damn!" Bakura slapped Ryou's face lightly in an attempt to wake him. Ryou's eyelids fluttered but he stayed sleeping.
"Fuck..."
Bakura lifted Ryou onto his and climbed on behind him, siezing the reins of Ryou's horse as well. "You just need some shade and water. There'd better be an oasis around here somewhere..." Bakura rode his horse fast, looking for any signs of green. In the meantime, he opened his flask of water. He had two of them in his saddlebag, as he'd been careful not to waste a single drop. However the last thing he needed was Ryou dying of thirst. He forced open the boys jaw and poured the water in. He rubbed his throat, helping him swallow. He pulled Ryou so that he leaned against his chest, his snow white hair damp with sweat as his body lay bonelessly against Bakura. The Yami's eyes snapped to a spot of green not far ahead. He kicked his mounts sides, clicking his tongue,
"HA!"
The horse sped up, galloping over the hot sands, Bakura held onto Ryou tightly, well use to riding a horse over the desert sands, as horses had been his preference back in the days of the pharoh.
As they reached the small Oasis, Bakura lept off the horse, landing smoothly, carrying Ryou in his arms bridal style. He placed the still unconcious boy into the shade, splashing some water into his face.
Ryou's eyes scrunched tightly but didn't open. Bakura laid a hand on Ryou's forehead, checking to see if his temperature had dropped at all, tipping a little water from the flask down the boy's throat as he did so. Ryou still lay motionless against Bakura's chest.
"Damn!"
Bakura lay Ryou down in the shade of the tree, using his duffel bag as a pillow. Once he was Certain Ryou's condition wouldn't deteriorate, he ran back to the horses, their reins tied to the other tree, digging about in the saddlebags for Ryou's collection of bandages and creams. He drew out a length of gauze and delved back into the a few minutes of searching, he yelled in frustration. They'd left the antiseptics and ointments back at the camp when they'd abandoned that thief!
Bakura cursed and instead drew a few pieces of sterile cloth. He soaked them in water from the small spring in the center of the oasis. The first he lay on Ryou's forehead, releasing a breath that he hadn't realised he'd been holding when Ryou's eyelids fluttered.
"Ba-Baku-ra?"
Bakura went about the process of cleaning the grazes Ryou had gained when he fell from his horse onto the sand with the other cloth. "Rest. You've overheated."
"But Bakura-"
"No. Go to sleep. We can't move while you're sick."
Ryou nodded and closed his eyes. He couldn't help but think he was holding Bakura back. Ryou tried to ignore the thought and fell asleep to the sound of Bakura humming as he re-moistened the cloths again.
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About 3 hours later, as the sun began its descent downwards, Bakura knew it was lunch time. He checked Ryou's forehead. He noted that his temperature had gone down. He nodded in walked over to one of the fruit trees, plucking some figs. He droped them near Ryou and shook the boy awake. "Ryou. Wake up."
Ryou let out a small grunt, sitting up. Bakura handed him some of the fruits.
"Your temperature is normal. Eat some of these, then drink as much water as you can. Fill your canteens as well, we'll continue after we're done eating."
Ryou nodded, his stomach growling as he bit into the fruit.
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Twenty minutes later the pair were, once again, racing over the sands in search of Kul Elna. The break had helped the horses to regain their strength, riding through a blistering desert was always a gruelling task for horses but Bakura had never liked camels. They were too unelegant for the Thief King, swaying back and forth like boats...Horses were so sleek and majestic.
Ryou rode beside Bakura, matching his pace. His guilt over costing Bakura time was fueling his determination to make it up. He looked over to Bakura, his face was blank. That was Bakura, ever an enigma. His eyes stared forward as he relentlessly drove the horse onwards. Ryou turned back to the horizon and gasped.
Materialising over the sand dunes were towering ruins.
"Bakura, is thatKul Elna?"
Bakura's expression turned cold as he stared at the towering remains of what was once a great monolith.
"Bakura?"
Bakura sighed, shaking his head. " No. That is not Kul Elna. We're still at least a days ride from Kul Elna. This place was built as a tribute to the Pharoah after an advisor by the name of Akhanadin destroyed the gang of slavers that had been raiding the Kingdom's villages. That's what they told people anyway."
Ryou glanced at the ruins with a curious expression."Then what is it?"
Bakura's eyes narrowed. "A symbol of their control. A warning to anyone who thought of defying the Pharoah."
Ryou watched Bakura as his eyes closed. He appeared to be listening for something, though exactly what he was listening FOR Ryou had no idea.
Bakura kept his eyes closed. He did not want to remember the days after his village had been destroyed. The emptiness, the loneliness...
He shrugged it off, opening his eyes, glaring at the ruins as they passed. He said nothing futhur in the following hours until they came across a small spring. A pocket of water left over from the Nile's last flood. He stopped, letting the horses drink agian. he nodded to himself, "We'll stop here for the night."
"Here? What about a fire?"
"We won't need one. Besides, it could attract unwanted attention.
"But-"
Bakura gave him a look, and Ryou closed his mouth. It was better not to argue with him. Bakura stripped, laying his clothes on a nearby boulder, "We might as well bathe while we're here."
Ryou blanched and looked away as Bakura lowered himself into the sun-warmed water. Bakura quickly noticed that Ryou had not followed him into the water, looking around to find him standing in the shade of a tree and facing the horizon. He sighed, annoyed. "Come on Ryou. We only have a few hours of sunlight left, once that's gone the water will be too cold to bathe in and we need to set up camp before dark."
Ryou twitched but slowly began pulling off his hands shook as he unbuttoned his shirt. He'd never undressed in front of anyone before, not even during gym lessons. He'd always changed in the shower cubicle. His personality didn't allow such things. After folding his clothes neatly and pacing them on a rock next to Bakura's, except from his boxers which he'd kept on, he slipped into the warm water, keeping his sight on the water in front of him.
Bakura laughed, causing Ryou to look at him."Don't tell me you're that shy!"
Ryou's response was to hurriedly look back at the water, hiding the pink blush that painted his cheeks. Bakura chuckled. He never failed to be ammused by Ryou's shy tendencies. He smirked and waded over to Ryou, "Turn around so I can wash your back."
Ryou opened his mouth to protest but Bakura siezed his shoulders and turned him around, scooping up some water in his hand and rubbing them along his Hikari's back. Ryou jumped at the touch but Bakura held him still. When he was done, he turned around,"Now do mine."
Ryou made a face "Um...I'm not-"
"I can't reach my back on my own," Bakura stated bluntly,"Now scrub my back."
Ryou's hands shook slightly as he ran his hands over Bakura's back. His skin was surprisingly smooth. Despite his cold, layed-back demeanour, Bakura clearly took care of himself. Not only was his skin smooth but his torso was lean and toned. Ryou momentarily wondered if Bakura had some form of exercise regime. He immediately backtracked from that thought, as Bakura's kind of exercise usually involved either beating someone up and/ or running from the police on the rare occasions he got caught fuelling his kleptomania.
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Bakura was thinking to himself, still pondering the meaning of the vision he was sent, when Ryou's feather-light touch ran across his spine, provoking the nerves and causing him to twitch. Ryou quickly squeaked an apology and jerked away from Bakura as he spun to face Ryou. Bakura looked at the cowering boy, frowning a little.
"Stop looking at me like I'm going to hit you. I was going to say that I'm...ticklish in that spot."
Ryou let out a breath he'd been holding, "I didn't know you were ticklish..."
"I amHuman Ryou. An ancient spirit made flesh after 5000 years, but human nonetheless."
Ryou just nodded. Bakura suddenly pulled Ryou against him. Ryou flailed his arms,"Bakura! What're you-"
"SHH!" He said, covering Ryou's mouth and ducking down into the water, only their heads above the surface. Ryou still struggled. "Whmm ims mt?" he asked, muffled. Bakura lips brushed against the shell of his ear as he whispered, "Jackles. Don't move or they'll lunge at us." He tightened his grip around the pale boys waist as the wild canines stalked around the edge, lappng at the water. The hand not covering his mouth was resting on his waist, dangerously close to his groin area.
Ryou stopped fidgeting and stared at the beasts as they moved around the camp and dispeared behind the nearby shrubbs. He could feel Bakura's chest, pressed against his back, rising and dipping as he breathedslowly. Bakura's hand twitched as a twig snapped, and Ryou was immediately aware of where Bakura's hand had come to rest.
He felt his face begin to burn, finding himself suddenly glad that Bakura was so close behind him, unable to see the charming shade of cochineal his face had turned.
Bakura kept absolutely silent until he heard the jackles wander off about 15 minutes later. He let out a silent breath. Suddenly he relized his hand was touching something lumpy. He pulled back a little and saw his Hikari's face, which was bright red. He smirked devilishly, relizing what he was holding. Mischievious thoughts began running through his mind
"Hmm...Ryou, the Jackals are gone."
The boy sighed with relief. Bakura tightened his grip around the boys genitals teasingly as he started to pull away, letting his other hand wrap around his middle, "No need to rush Ryou, they could still come back. We wouldn't want that would we?"
Ryou's face turned even redder as Bakura tightened his grip on his private area. A shudder went through him, "Bakura, please, you're...touching me..."
Bakura smirked, "Is that a problem?" he asked, running his hand along the crotch of the boys underwear, feeling some faint movement under the boxers as he felt his Hikari harden. "Don't you want me to touch you?" he asked, reaching under the hem of his boxers and running his clever fingers over Ryou's manhood.
Ryou struggled weakly under the thieves grip, tingles went up his spine as his Yami continued stroking him. "Ba-ku-ra!"
Bakura almost lost his grip on Ryou when the younger male mewled his name. The sound was so...so...just so! He smirked to himself and continued his stroking, a satisfied shudder rippling through him at Ryou's strangled moan.
Ryou's breath hitched in his throat and he wrenched himself away from Bakura, staring at the yami with startled , initially surprised by the hikari's rejection, noted the faint glimmer of lust in the younger males eyes. He smirked again. 'So he doesn't know what he wants. Maybe I'll give him a hint...'
He chuckled to himself. The sun had begun to set, the crimson light shining through Ryou's hair, setting it ablaze with colour. The light made Ryou's skin glow a bright pink, almost hiding the boys blush. Bakura grasped Ryou's wrist, pulling him back towards him, almost settled on the yami's lap again. The yami traced a hand over Ryou's smooth jaw, his fingers brushing a lock of damp hair away. Ryou shivered, but didn't pull away. Bakura leaned forward, nuzzling his earlobe, simutaneously reaching down and removing his underwear, flinging them onto the shore. he reached down and wrapped his hand around the boys cock and began stroking him again, pumping him slowly.
"Ba..Bakura..." he moaned, biting back a cry as pleasure shot up and down up body, pooling in his loins as he worked him, picking up speed. Bakura tightened his grip and stroked harder, using his spare hand to tweak his nipples. Ryou let out a squeak which Bakura swallowed with his own mouth. Ryou rested his hands on Bakura's shoulders, clenching them sporatically as he panted, thrusting into his grip. "Ugnnn..."
"That's it, Ryou, come for me..." the yami hissed into his ear, nipping at his throat.
"Bakura!" Ryou moaned as he came, clenching his eyes shut as his back arched almost painfully. He let out a sigh and sagged, laying spent against Bakura. Bakura smiled, moving the boy off his lap with a smirk as he noted Ryou's...mess...covering his stomach and clouding the water around them. He cleared his throat. Ryou opened his eyes. Spotting the mess, he blushed hard
"Um..."
Bakura chuckled, "I take it you enjoyed yourself?"
Ryou's face darkened by several shades. Bakura released him as unintelligible burts of gibberish stuttered their way through his lips. He patted the smaller male on the head as he wiped the substance off. "There, there Ryou, you don't need to tell me, I can see from your face" He winked.
Ryou turned his face away. Bakura chuckled and waded back over to the rock where his clothes lay, pulling them on without bothering to towel himself dry. Ryou however, waited until Bakura lay on the sand to climb out of the spring, dashing over to the horses and pulling a towel from the pack to dry himself with. He failed to notice Bakura watching him, chuckling at his frenzied attitude.
Ryou turned, tying the towel around his waist before walking timidly over to where Bakura lay by the rock. Noting that Bakura was laid back with his eyes closed. Maybe he was alseep...
Ryou reached a hand out towards his clothes. A gasp escaped his lips and his heart pounded as a hand grasped his wrist. Bakura tugged him down to his knees.
"Make sure to get plenty of rest. We start out early." He released Ryou's wrist and lay back again, chuckling darkly.
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Ryou walked a few feet away, hiding behind the horses as he dressed, feeling as if he'd never stop blushing. He couldn't believe what had happen mere moments ago.
Bakura had...
And he'd...he'd enjoyed it! How could he have gotten such a strong reaction out of him? He suspected his body had responded so eagerly because Ryou rarely did such a thing himself. He felt Bakura's strong arms wrap around his middle. He jerked slightly as his touch sent a jolt of something to his stomach. He felt a more than slight arousal stirring in his boxers in combination of the memory and touch. Bakura smirked, not missing this.
"Do you need me to assist you again?" he asked witha sly grinn. Ryou shook his head, "N-no, I m fine, really!" he said, his body was announcing his lie to the world as the unmistakable bump now showing made his boxers feel much tighter.
"Now Ryou, you really shouldn't tell fibs," Bakura said, grinning. Ryou gulped.
"Bakura-"
"Relax, Ryou, I'm just teasing you," he said reassuringly "You've had enough fun for today. Now, go ahead and finish dressing. It's going to be cold tonight, we'll have to sleep together tonight. Do try to behave yourself, my naughty little Hikari." He said cheekily.
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Ryou bristled as Bakura sauntered away, still chuckling.
Behave himself?
Unless he was very much mistaken, this had all happened because of Bakura! He had done nothing! But god the things Bakura did to him! It was such a rush! And those hands! Ryou shook his head to rid it of those thoughts.
'What was I thinking? Stop it Ryou!'
He wandered out from behind the horses to see Bakura lying under a tree. One arm rested under his head, the other lying across his chest as it rose and fell gently and his eyes were closed, a serene expression painting his face. Ryou felt a stirring in his chest as he looked at the sleeping Bakura. Shaking his head and making an indignant sound, Ryou curled up a few feet from Bakura.
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The temperature dropped rapidly. As his body began shivering Ryou found himself wishing he'd thought to put a jumper on. He wrapped his arms around his shoulders, he teeth chattering. Suddenly, an arm wrapped around his chest, pulling him close to a source of heat with a tug.
"Bakura?"
Steady breathing was his only response. The yami was still asleep. Ryou sighed to himself and turned to snuggle closer to his Yami. Bakura may have been infuriating, but at times, he had a certain soft side to him. He curled as close to Bakura as he could, eager for his warmth, and to share his own. It wasn't long before he drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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He awoke to the sound of breathing near his ear. Opening his eyes, he saw it was one of the horses. He patted its nose sleepily. He noticed Bakura wasn't beside him anymore and sat up, looking around, "Bakura? Where'd you go?"
Where was he?
"Oi. Ryou, wake up. "
Ryou's head snapped around. Bakura was calmly sitting a few feet away beside a small fire. On the breakfast pan they'd brought was a few strips of meat and some scrambled eggs. Ryou's mouth watered at the sight and smell of the food.
"Hungry?" Bakura asked. Ryou nodded. Bakura removed the pan from the fire and divided the food onto two plates, "Eat up."
Ryou eagerly dug into the food. It didn't taste like anything he'd eaten before, but it was good all the same, "Bakura, this is...mmmm..." Ryou said, swallowing a mouthful of the food, "Where'd you get this?"
Bakura ate his food just as eagerly, "I went hunting this morning. We're out of food. "
"Oh? "
"Yes. I found a clutch of fresh snake eggs and the mother was nearby sunning herself. It was quite a find really. How are you enjoying your food?"
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Ryou swallowed his food heavily. Snake eggs? Snake meat? He sighed, shrugging it off. Bakura had lived out here his whole life 5000 years ago. He'd eaten this kind of thing all the time.
"It's good."
"After we re done eating, we ride," Bakura said, sucking some of the juices from his fingers as he chewed a hunk of snake meat, chasing it down with some water from his flask, "Ah...good times..."
The two finished their meal faster than Bakura had anticipated. He'd thought that Ryou would be a little more opposed to the idea of eating a snake. Then again the boy did eat eel once. They weren't that different were they?
Okay, they were, but he was Bakura. He said whatever the hell he wanted.
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They packed up everything they would need and set off through the sands once was only an hour into the ride that Bakura stopped dead in his tracks. Ryou slowed to a halt beside him. "Bakura? What's wrong?"
Bakura's face revealed nothing, the expression stony. "Bandits."
"What!" Ryou was clearly alarmed. "How do you know?"
"I hear them."
Bakura spun in his saddle, swinging an arm out to point to the east. Ryou spun to see a cloud of dust racing towards them. His eyes widened as he became able to pick out the individual men, cheering and yelling as they approached. He spun back to face Bakura."What do we do?"
"Nothing. We can't outrun them."
The bandits soon reached the pair, a few leaping from their still running horses to sieze Ryou and Bakura's reigns. Bakura glared down at the bandits. They were exactly they type of easily fooled buffoons that he had employed in the past. These fools were probably the descendants of those fools!
"Hee hee, look what we got here, boss!" one of the men yelled in arabic, which both Bakura and Ryou understood.
The leader, a tall man with a strong, hard face and purplish black hair dismounted and approached the two, who had been yanked from their horses, much to Bakura's distaste. He walked around them in a circle, looking them up and down. He smirked at Ryou in a way that made him nervous.
"Kill the other." he said in a gruff voice. "Leave the pretty one...I want him."
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Ryou let out a frightened squeek as the men approached them.
"I think not!"Bakura growled. He reached into his back pocket and whiped out a dagger, the same one he'd used to kill the snake they'd had for breakfast. As the men lunged at him, he didn't hesitate to use it, slashing out at those who got too close. One of them threw apunch at his jaw. Bakura quickly ducked out of reach. Another charged, holding a club. Bakura grabbed his wrist and snapped it with a twist, and a growl, "Take THAT!" he spat as he knocked the amns legs out from under him. Ryou bit back a shriek of fear as a man bearing a machete swung at his yami. Bakura flipped and slit his throat with one swipe. He another in the chest as he too was cut by a dagger, gashing the back of his shoulder.
It was a short, bloody battle, but Bakura won, their foes laying injured or dying on the ground around them. Bakura spit on the fallen form of their leader.
"No one touches Ryou but ME, swine! You're just as pathetic as your ancestors!" He raised his hand, a dark cloud Ryou knew all too well as the Shadow Realm rose up and enveloped the bodies of the bandits. The screams of the surviors fell on deaf ears as Bakura turned to Ryou. The cloud vanished. Bakura clutched his shoulder.
"Ryou, get the medical Kit in the saddlebag..."he said between gritted teeth. "This wound is so annoying..."
End of Chapter Two