HI It's me.

Me and my friend KimberJim are co-writting a Ryou/Bakura Yugioh story Via DeviantART, and we'd like to share it wth you!

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Chapter Five

warning!

lemon!

Ryou followed the thief king across the roof of a low building.

"Bakura, are you sure this is safe?"

"Of course I'm sure. I do this all this time."

"You mean did"

"I know what I meant" Bakura said, waving his hand dismissivly at the hikari. He signaled for Ryou to stop, peering over the edge.

"Ah, perfect! I'll be right back..."

Ryou watched, impressed, as Bakura stalked across the thin ledge with the ease of a cat. Bakura turned to wink at Ryou before grabbing the ledge and swing himself down to land behind a jewelry stall. Making sure the vendor was preoccupied with a customer, Bakura glanced appraisingly into the stall and immediately found his prize.

A thick strip of gold, moulded to the neck, small golden chains intersecting with each other, all connected to a deep blue piece of carved lapis lazuli.

"Come to papa..."

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Ryou glanced over the edge of the roof to see Bakura disappear around the edge of a stall. He was gone a matter of moments before he jumped and grabbed onto the ledge before heaving himself up and over.

"Piece of cake..." he said, brushing himself off.

A shout of rang out from below as the shop keep found his most priceless piece missing. spotting the shadow, he glanced upwards, spotting Bakura. He pointed at the culprit, his face contorted in rage.

"THIEF!"

Bakura grinned as Ryou's eyes widened in panick.

"Oops. Looks like I spoke too soon."

He siezed Ryou's wrist and dragged him across the rooftop. As they reached the edge, Bakura glanced over, instantly cursing upon sight of palace guards flooding the streets below. He turned back to Ryou " Looks like we'll have to jump."

Ryou gaped. "WHAT?"

Bakura dragged him back a few steps, preparing a run-up. "Bakura wai-Aaahhhh!"

Ryou's shout dissolved into a scream as Bakura dragged them both into the air towards the next rooftop. They landed, knocking the breath from Ryou's body but they were already tearing across the roofs of other buildings. Bakura pulled the boy off his feet and flung him over his shoulder like a bag of loot, continuing his escape. The added weight was nothing to him as he lept over more roofs, coming to a dark alley. He lept down, landing smoothly on his feet. He spotted a hole in the wall and pulled Ryou off. "Go through that hole, quickly!"

The poor dazed hikari obeyed without question as he heard guards running footsteps catching up; Bakura followed behind him. As he squeezed out the other side, he whistled in a high, bird-like tone.

The guards on the other side of the wall were making an attempt to squeeze through the wall, their weapons making things difficult.

Ryou began to panic. "Bakura-"

"Shush!" the Theif hissed

"But the guards are-"

"I said Shush!" he said again.

Ryou bit his lip, bouncing on his heels, his heart pounding. The neigh of Bakura's horse cut the air as the beast charged towards them, having heard his masters whistle. Grinning, Bakura waited until the last second and grabbed hold of the reigns, swinging himself, and Ryou, onto his back.

"Hyah, fly, Night Strider!" he urged the horse just as the guards broke through. The horse whiinied and took off in a gallop.

"Come back, thief!"

"Hey you!"

Bakura laughed victoriously as they put more and more distance between themselves and the guards. "Didn't I tell you this was fun?" he asked.

"Ask me when my heart stops trying to jump out of my ribcage..." Ryou said, clutching onto Bakura in an iron grip.

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Bakura didn't stop the horse's mindless gallop until they were so far from the city it was no longer in sight. He dismounted and pulled a very shakey Ryou to his feet as he nearly fell from the saddle.

" I havn't had a thrill like that in years!" Bakura said, "Nothing like a good chase to get the adrenaline pumping, eh Ryou?"

Ryou gave him a 'you're crazy' look, but said nothing.

"Oh, by the way. Here's the jewelry I promised you" Bakura said as he pulled the necklace from his pocket and held it up for Ryou to see. He turned the teen around and secured it to his neck. He took a step back to admire his work, "Ahh. Just as I thought. It really does suit you."

Ryou, touched the necklace, vaguely wondering if all of Bakura's exploits were that...exciting.

And, if they were, how on earth he'd managed to obtain so much treasure without getting caught

Bakura stretched, "Let's head back, I'm hungry. Besides, there's more jewelry I can dress you up in at thevillage in my horde. And don't think I've forgotten about our little chat at the fountain..."He said with a wink, "I plan on enjoying myself as soon as I've eaten. After a nice day's work like that, I deserve a little treat."

Ryou's mind was still replaying their close escape, missing Bakura's lewd gazes. The clatter of the soldiers' weapons hitting the narrow wall rang in his ears and the shrinking silhouettes of the soldiers as he and Bakura rode away swam in his aftervision. His heart pounded in his ears so loudly that he barely felt Bakura grab at him to lift him back onto the horse. Bakura frowned and waved his hand in front of his face. "Ryou, do you hear me?"

Bakura grew impatient with Ryou's lack of response. An idea hit him and he grinned maliciously. Lowering his face to Ryou's he caught a glimpse of the teen's pupils dilating. Widening his grin, he moved his lips close to Ryou's, allowing his breath to ghost over the teen's pale lips, mingling with the shaky breaths from the teen's own mouth. A predatory gleam came to the yami's as he brushed his lips ever-so-lightly over Ryou's, feeling a shudder run through the smaller male's slim frame. Ryou's eyes suddenly widened and a gasp escaped his throat as he snapped out of his thoughts. Ryou lifted his head in an attempt to close the gap between Bakura's lips and his own.

Bakura winked as he pulled away from Ryou's lips, the teen following him a little. "Now that I have your attention...What was so damn interesting that you blanked out on me?"

Ryou bit his bottom lip, "I was thinking about...the robbery...It was terrifying. I thought for sure..." he trailed off

"Is that all?" Bakura asked, tussling the Hikari's hair, "I'm usualy more discreet. I just wanted to show off my escape skills."

"What if you'd been captured?" Ryou asked, placing his hands on his hips. "You'd have been taken STRAIT to the dungeon."

"Then I'd have to escape, wouldn't I?" Bakura said nuzzling the place between his neck and shoulder. nipping the spot playfully.

Ryou gave an 'Eeep!' covering his neck.

Bakura grinned at his reaction, "Hmm, you taste good...I'll have to have YOU for desert tonight."

Ryou watched as Bakura pulled himself back onto the horse, dropping an arm to help Ryou onto the mount. Ryou stared at the offered hand a moment before shaking his head and allowing Bakura to pull him up. Ryou wrapped his arms around the yami's waist to keep from falling and held tight as they continued the ride back to Kul Elna.

Everyone glanced up as the heavy throne-room doors burst open, heralding the return of Seth. Seth's face wore an irritated expression, which he quickly hid when arriving at the throne. The Priest dropped onto one knee, his head bent in a sign of loyal submission. "My Pharaoh. I have recieved news that the Thief King was spotted within the Royal City. I have only now recieved the report my Pharaoh. Apparently the Thief King created quite the disturbance. Half the city guard were involved."

Atem stood."Where is Bak-errm, the Thief King now?"

"He escaped the city my Pharaoh. No one knows where he has gone." Seth dropped his head again, this time in a gesture of shame to have failed his pharaoh

"PLease for give me, my pharaoh. As the commander of the city guards, their fault is my own."

Atem stepped down from the throne to stand beside Seth. "Stand Seth, I cannot talk to you properly while you are on the ground." He smiled warmly at his confidant as he pulled him to his feet.

"It is not your fault. Bakura is a tricky one."

Seth looked down at his cousin. He was so generous in his kindness..."We must find the Thief King, my king. It is vital to our kingdom's security."

Yugi, Tristan, Joey and Tea charged into the room, looking out of breath. "Pharaoh!" Tea began, pausing to take a few deep breaths,"Some of the city guards just saw Bakura escape the city!"

"I know, Seth just told me," Atem said.

"That's not all. We heard one of the guards say they were heading north" Tristan said, catching his breath.

"North? Are you sure?" Seth interrupted.

Tea nodded. Atem's expression was grim. "So he hasbrought Ryou with him..." He turned to the wide, empty windows, bracing himself on the stone ledge. Seth moved to stand beside him. "My Pharaoh, you need not concern yourself with this matter. My men and I are than capable of handeling this."

"Oh yeah, you're guys were REAL effective back there in the village" Joey said, rolling his eyes.

Seth rounded on him, pursing his lips at the impertantent, odd-looking young man.

His skin was so pale...and his hair was such an unusual color...

"Yellow hair..." he muttered to himself.

"What'd you say?" Joey asked, not catching what he'd said.

Seth's jaw relaxed, his mouth twiching upwards in a smirk " Hmm. You're rather bold for a common servant..."

"Who you callin' common you overgrown fat-head?" Joey asked, puffing himself up.

Seth leaned forward, "I wish to discuss something with you. Come with me." He turning to leave, heading or the door.

Joey turned to Atem, raising an eyebrow "What's he want?"

The Pharaoh shrugged, "I don't know, Joey."

"Guess I better follow him and find out then " Joey said, following Seth out of the room.

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Tristan, Yugi and Tea turned to watch Joey exited the throne room, but Atem's mind was occupied with other things. 'What is Bakura up to? His ending up back here troubles me...If I know anything, it's that anything he does here cannot be good.' He shook his head, walking over to the large window. 'But What can I do? The fates of a country are resting on me stopping whatever depraved scheme Bakura has concoted, and I have no idea what to do about it!" Atem clenched his fists, resting window's stone ledge.

Yugi, seeing his shoulders tense up, joined him at the window. His knuckles were white. Concerned, Yugi layed a hand on Atem's arm. He felt the limb shaking with supressed anger.

"Pharaoh? What's wrong?"

Atem turned to the wide, violet eyes staring up at him. He forced a small smile onto his face. "It's...It's nothing Aibou...I'm just concerned about all this Bakura business..."

Yugi saw the strain in his yami's smile but said nothing. "I wonder what Seth wanted to talk to Joey about?" Atem turned his head to the looming throne room doors. "I just hope Seth doesn't bully Joey as much as Kaiba does."

"Me too."

Bakura licked his lips. He'd found a bag of dried meat in a small cave he used for food storage. It had gone very nicely with the peaches and Honeycomb. "Ah! A satisfying meal indeed..." he said gulping down some stolen wine he'd also found in his food stocks. He held out the flask to Ryou, who had already finished his own cup. This wine was much sweeter than modern wine, yet it seemed to be just as potent. If not more so.

Ryou eagerly drank, laughing giddily, "I really shouldn't be drinking any more of this stuff... I've no head for it..."

"A little wine won't kill you," Bakura said with a grin, sliding closer to the hikari, "Get as drunk as you want. You never indulge yourself, you little prude."

Ryou laughed again, taking a long swig of the wine." Who's the prude NOW?" he asked.

"Well, I was wrong. Apparently you do have some sense of deviance. Speaking of which...I believe I promised myself some after dinner entertainment..." he said, wrapping an arm around Ryou's waist, grinning lewdly. Ryou giggled and snuggled closer to Bakura, enjoying his mild intoxication.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to get me drunk so you could have your way with me..." Ryou said, poking Bakura's nose.

Bakura smirked, "Maybe...is it working?"

Ryou gulped down some more wine, " You'll just have to find out, won't you?" he said slyly, nibbling Bakura's earlobe

Bakura chuckled, "I guess I will."

"Pharaoh?"

Atem turned in his throne to face the three friends staring up at him. Tristan stepped forward. "We've been talking about it and we're wondering whether it would be worth heading north to see where Bakura went ourselves."

Atem shook his head. "We can't risk it. Yes, Bakura may have headed that way, but Bakura evaded the Royal guards for years when he lived as the Thief King. Just because a few years have passed, doesn't mean that he'll be foolish enough to leave an obvious trail as to where he is hiding. He may have headed north just to throw us off his real trialand then headed in a completely different direction."

It was Tea's turn to complain. "But what if he hasn't? What if he actually did make a mistake this time?" Atem shook his head again. "If it were just us, I would trust your plans completely. But now I've been thrown back into the role of Pharaoh. There are more lives at stake here than just ours. I can't risk the lives of my soldiers in the sandstorms out there. They have families and freinds. I couldn't live withself if their blood was on my hands..."

Tea sighed. "I guess your right..."

"I'm sure we can think of something," Yugi said, patting her shoulder, "We always do."

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Joey finaly caught up to the long-legged priest as he stopped in a long, empty passageway. "Okay, I'm here, so what did you want?" he asked. Seth swung to face Joey as he leant nonchalantly against the wall. "May I ask you something, servant boy?"

Joey made a face, "My name is Jou," he said, remembering the alias Atem had given him earlier.

" Yes, Jou," Seth reminded himself, "There's something about you that intrigues me..."

"What do you mean by that Kai-er...Seth?" Joey asked.

He took a step towards Joey, circling him, looking him up and down. "You're one of Atem's personal servants, yes?"

"Yeah, something like that. What of it?"

"He seems to trust you and those others. My millineum Rod senses a close bond between you and the pharaoh... How long have you two known each other?"

"A few years. We're pretty tight."

"Tight?" Seth repeated, confused by the term

"Errr...I mean close. We're pals. Buddies. Ya know, friends."

"I see..." he said,dismissing the whole thing. "Understand, I consider myself to be my Kings most loyal follower...I would appreciate it if you would not question my motives, especially in front of my pharaoh, when he has much bigger things to worry about."

"Well if you are one of his closest followers, then aren't you supposed to be honest with him and trust his judgements?"

"As one of his advisers,"Seth said with a hint of annoyance, " I am here to help him make the best decision for his kingdom."

"Oh, so you're making the decisions forhim?" Joey asked raising an eyebrow, his tone accusing. Seth lost his temper. "Listen here, you dog! You cleary know nothing of how the world, or politics work! You are a servant, so you have no right to-"

"Exactly who isthe Pharaoh here? Atem, or you?" Joey persisted.

"That's enough out of you!" Seth spat in anger, striking at him with the Millenium Rod. One of the golden wings caught Joey just above his right eye, slicing the skin. Blood streamed down the blond's face as he glared at the taller male as he grabbed the front of his tunic. twisting it and pulling him inches from his face. "Listen closely, Jou, I don't know much about you, and I do not trust what I don't know. No matter how close you and the Pharaoh are, no filthy mongrel will talk down to me. You are barely fit to be around our Pharaoh, and should you continue to act above your station, then believe me I will get rid of you."

The two males faces were so close that they could very well melt the other's face with the heat of their breath. Joey did the first and only thing his instincts told him to do. First, he spat in the preists face, then punched Seth right in the eye, sending the taller male flying to the ground. He jumped on him and punched him again, this time in the nose.

" Now you listen ta ME Listen up ya hoity-toity dress-wearing Kaiba clone! My name is Jou, not DOG or Mongrel! I've put up with a lot of crap over the years from a lot of people! Mostly my lousy drunk of a dad and some no good thugs, and I'm NOT gonna put up with someone like YOU treatin' me like some kinda insect under your shoe! You are NOT my master, and I am NOT a dog! And it you ever hit me with that stupid stick again, I'll mess you up so bad you're grandchildren'll have bruises!"

Seth grit his teeth, his eyes narrowing at the panting boy crouching over him. His pale skin was flushed as his cheeks reddened with anger, the wound on his head dripping blood onto the floor and forming a thin stream down his face. His eyes shone with anger and...

his eyes widened as a red light seemed to come from his eyes. He recognized these signs. This boy had a Shadow Creature in his spirit...and a rather strong one at that. It wasn't menacing or dangerous... nevertheless

he'd have to keep an eye on this one.

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Joey stood and brushed himself off, glaring at his tunic as he pulled it down," Grr! I hate this stupid thing...I feel naked! I gotta find some pants or something..." he muttered as he stomped out of the room.

"Ba-Kura...!" Ryou gasped as the theif king played his body like a harp. Bakura grinned as his hikari writhed under his clever fingers and tongue. "Mmm, you like it Ryou?" he asked seductivly as his hands moved to Ryou's most sensitive area.

Ryou's gutteral cry was pure pleasure. Bakura grinned. Ryou had seen nothing yet...

The yami's mouth worked the boy's neck, leaving a necklace-like string of small purple bruises. His hands stroked Ryou through his boxers, the boy's pants becoming heavier with each stroke. The teen's eyes were closed and his mouth slightly agape. His usually porcelain skin was flushed a vivid crimson, small droplets of sweat forming on his brow as Bakura worked him.

"B-Bakura..."

Bakura placed a kiss on his lips to silence him, his kisses moving lower on lower, to his stomach, swirling his tongue inside his belly button.

Ryou gasped as the thief yanked his boxers below his waist and gazed at his masculinity. He reflexively reached to cover himself but Bakura pushed his hands away. " Don't hide yourself, Ryou. You're so yummy looking...You don't mind if I have a taste, do you?" he asked before his head disappeared out of Ryou's sight.

Ryou clenched his eyes shut as a hot warmth enveloped him, "Ahh, Bakura!"

The group snapped their heads to the doors as Joey stormed into the room, blood streaming down the right side of his face and cradling bruised knuckles.

"Joe- I mean Jou!" Tea asked as she rushed over, taking his bruised hand in her own and examining it. "Your hand..."

"Forget his hand, what about his head?" Tristan asked. Joey pulled away, shrugging them off

"Nothing, forget it..."

Joey walked over to the window, crossing his arms and glaring out at the sandy horizon. The group exchanged glances, puzzled but concerned looks painting each of their faces.

What on earth had happened?

Bakura groaned, feeling himself harden under his Shendyt. He moved his lips back up to Ryou's, thrusting his tongue into his mouth,

"Ra, Ryou I love it when you say my name like that..." he said, resuming his attentions to his hikari with his hands. Ryou whimpered under his, "Uhnnn! Bakura...I-Ooohhhhhhh!" The teen gave a shudder as white spots danced behind his eyelids as his toes curled in pleasure. He fell back against the ground where his robe lay discarded (as Bakura had removed it earlier), panting as Bakura hovered over him, smirking that trademark smirk of his.

"Hmm, you seem to have ruined your boxers..." he said motioning the mess now covering them, I'll have to get you a loin cloth to replace it until you wash them." He pulled them off, tossing them aside casualy as he reclined next to Ryou.

"Bakura?"

"Yes, Ryou?" he asked, staring up at the stars.

Ryou suddenly rolled over and got on his knees, snapping his chocolaty brown eyes up to Bakura's lavender ones as he looked down at him

"I want you.

Bakura cocked an eyebrow. "How so?"

"You know how."

"You're drunk."

"I'm serious."

"Are you?"

Ryou nodded, his gaze never wavering. Bakura was silent, He seemed deep in thought. Staring up into Ryou's eyes. Making up his mind, Bakura rolled them over, pinning the boy underneath him. "Very well then..." He spoke in a low purr. "I'm morethan willing, but are you sure about this Ryou? Or is it just the wine talking?"

Ryou nodded his head, "Yes, Bakura. I'm ready for this."

"You're certain?"

"Yes."

"Really certain?"

"Yes."

Bakura swooped down on his counterpart, siezing his lips with his own in a possesive, powerful kiss.

"Seth."

The priest had returned to the throne room moments after Joey, looking equally displeased. He kneeled briefly before his Pharaoh. "When the Thief King was in the city, what happened?"

Seth glanced up, surprised. He was sure they would've inquired to their physical states, as it was rather obvious they'd faught.

He cleared his throat "There was a small incident with a jewelry merchant but other than that the city was silent."

"And the merchant's theft? What happened there?" Atem pressed.

" An invaluablr necklace was stolen. The thief escaped."

"Hmm. So we know there was a theft at a jewelry merchant's stall... The thief escaped, then the city guards noticed the Thief King and pursued him. Is that correct?"

Seth blanched. "Yes...My Pharaoh, are you suggesting that the Thief King is the jewelry thief?"

Atem nodded.

"But Pharaoh, that doesn't fit his usual crimes. The Thief King has never been known to steal from small-time vendors, or if he does, he doesn't make a scene about it. The palace seems to be his favourite target. As well as tombs and wealthy lower lords. Why would he aim for a jewelry vendor and make such an obvious mess of it? It just doesn't fit."

"Perhaps he was trying to get our attention."

Seth frowned, clearly having not thought of this possibility.

"Pharaoh."

Seth turned to find the serving girl behind him. What was her name again? Tiana? Teana?

"What is it?" Atem asked,

"How could Bakura be seeking our attention, he doesn't even know we're here!"

Seth frowned at her. "What do you mean?"

She crossed her arms over her chest. "I mean that we-"

Tristan jogged over and pulled her aside, laughing nervously "She was in the sun too long earlier today, don't pay attention to her rambling..." He said quickly as he pulled Tea away from Seth.

Seth turned back to Atem, now throughly confused, catching sight of the blond glaring at him from the window. When he caught Seth looking at him he turned away, his cheeks reddening as he crossed his arms. He arched an eyebrow at the blond's response before turning back to the Pharaoh. "My King, I have doubts that it was the Theif King who commited this crime, but I will take it into consideration and speak with the other guardians on the matter."

He gave a bow of respect and swept out of the room. Joey stuck his tongue out at him from behind, making a rude gesture. Yugi frowned, "Joey!"

Joey just crossed his arms, "That guy's got a lot of attitude."

"Is that where you got the bruises and the cut?" Atem asked, walking over.

"Maybe."

Yugi sighed,"We can't afford to make any enemies right now. Just TRY to get along with Seth. Even if he does look and, well, act a little bit like Kaiba."

Joey hmphed. " Little schmittle. I make no promises..."

Bakura kissed Ryou passionatly as he ran his hands up and down his hikari's body. Ryou returned the kiss eagerly, wrapping his arms around Bakura's broad, hard shoulders.

"Ryou..." Bakura said, nibbling his neck as he worked his way down to the hikari's chest. Ryou groaned loudly as Bakura suckled on his right nipple, nipping and licking like he'd done to his neck earlier.

"Bakura! Uhnmm..."

Bakura smirked, moving onto the left side of the Hikari's chest and giving his other nipple the same attention. Ryou moaned as Bakura's hands drifted down to caress his rear, squeezing the cheeks in his hot, calloused hands. He pulled Ryou into a sitting position. running a hand through Ryou's hair.

"Ryou, pleasure me."

It wasn't quite a demand. But the deep, husky tone in which he'd spoken it was deffinatly not a request.

Ryou's eyes widened as Bakura removed his skirt, revealing himself fully to Ryou's curious gaze.

Well...Bakura was certainly...well endowed.

Ryou reached out, wrapping his pale hand around the length. Bakura inhaled, letting out a slow sigh as Ryou began moving said hand up and down slowly, experimentaly. "Mmmm..."

Ryou found himself intrigued by the texture. He'd read countless books, and most described the feel of a mans cock as silk over steel. To Ryou if felt more like velvet over stone, warm, and firm. He wasn't entirely hard yet...

Ryou moved lower to the organ, his breath stirring the silvery hairs at the base. He licked his lips, wrapping his lips around the tip and sliding down, sheathing the thief king with his mouth.

Bakura hissed out, tightening his grip in Ryou's hair as he began petting him. "Ryou..."

Taking that as permission to continue, Ryou began bobbing his head up and down, swirling his tongue as he pleasured his lover. Bakura purred, closing his eyes "Oh yeah Ryou...keep it up..."

Ryou bobbed his head faster, eager to please Bakura, spurred on by his grunts and growls of pleasure.

To his suprise, Bakura suddenly pulled away. Ryou looked up, confused. Had he done something wrong?

"Bakura?"

Bakura smiled at him reassuringly, "You were doing excellent for a first try. I'm just getting something," he said rummaging through a chest filled with various items. He pulled out a small vial filled with a thick purplish fluid. "Ahh, here it is.."

"What's that?" Ryou asked as Bakura moved back over to him, taking his former position between his legs.

"Oil. Scented oil. Made for this particular purpose," he said smirking.

"Oh..." Ryou said blushing.

Bakura opened the vial with a small pop and poured a portion of it on his fingers, coating them. He laid on top of Ryou, returning to their battle of tongues as his knees nudged Ryou's legs apart. Lifting his waist with his unoiled hand, he circled the tight ring of muscle until it began to loosen."This may sting a little, " he warned as he slid a finger inside.

Ryou bit his bottom lip in discomfort as the finger began moving.

"Nnm..."

"It'll pass." the theif whispered in his ear as he added another finger. Ryou forced his tense body to relax as Bakura prepared him for what was to come. He winced as Bakura added a third and final finger, pumping them in and out of him, scissoring them to stretch the entrance. Bakura waited until Ryou's face relaxed and his little noises of pleasure returned before withdrawing his hand. Ryou gave a soft grunt of protest.

"Patience, Ryou," Bakura said as he kissed the tip of his nose. He drew back, squeezing more of the oil onto his hand. He gave a gutteral growl of pleasure as he coated his still, sensitive manhood with the oil, enjoying himself a bit too much under Ryou's flushed gaze as he slicked up. Once he was certain he was completely lubricated, He spread the boys legs wider and lifted them over his shoulders. As Bakura lined himself up, he glanced down at his beloved Hikari, his lavender eyes swimming with lust, but also affection as he ran a hand through the Whitenette's hair.

"Are you certain your ready for this?" He said, testing his resolve one final time, "What I'm about to take from you can never be given back..."

Ryou bit his lip but nodded. "Yes. I'm definately ready." He smiled warmly at the yami.

Bakura nodded and leaned forward, placing his lips against Ryou's as he began to slide in, inch by inch. Ryou flinched, giving a muffled yelp as Bakura slowly filled him, stretching him tight. He bit down on his bottom lip.

"O-ow!..." he whimpered. The yami stroked the teen's face gently, brushing his jaw with his knuckles. "I know, Ryou. It's okay."

"Hurts..." Ryou muttered as Bakura fully sheathed himself.

"It will get better, I promise."

Ryou's face scrunched in pain and tears forced their way from his clenched eyelids. He nodded. Bakura kissed the tears away as he slowly pulled out, thrusting back in gently, taking his time. Ryou's eyes shot open. The pain was still very much there, but now there was a spark of something under that pain. Pleasure? Bakura repeated the action, then again. And again. Ryou's mouth opened in a small, pleasured gasp as the new feeling began to drown out the pain. Bakura grinned, continuing the pace. At length, he sped up, increasing the speed and strength of his movements.

Ryou began to moan as he shifted position. Bakura's well-aimed thrusts were nudging a little bundle of nerves that were driving him crazy.

"Ba-Bakura!"

Bakura groaned as he thrusted harder and faster into Ryou's hot, tight body, " Ra, Ryou!" he growled, reach down and pumping Ryou in time with his thrusts. Ryou wrapped his arms tight around Bakura, trying desperatly to hold on to reality as blind, raw pleasure filled his body and mind. Nothing existed in this moment except Bakura and himself. He arched into Bakura's hips and grip as he felt himself getting closer to release.

"Uhgnnn!" he mewled, "Bakura... I'm gonna-"

Bakura claimed his lovers mouth, kissing him passionatly and cutting him off, "Not yet..." He said, carressing Ryou's chest softly, a deep contrast to the vigerous thrusting his hips were doing.

"Bakura..." He whined, "Please...!"

Bakura groaned. He'd wanted this to draw this out a bit longer. "Ryou..."

"Please...I-I n-need it!"

"Alright then..." He said. He began thrusting in hard, pounding the bundle of nerves at just the right angle.

once...twice...Thrice...

"BAKURA!" Ryou cried, diging his nails into the theif's back, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Bakura bit down on Ryou's shoulder as he too hit his release. Niether of them moved as they panted, coming down from their union. sweat coated their bodies. Ryou sagged and lay boneless against Bakura, his heart racing. He felt light, like he was floating on air. He was brought back to reality by a stinging sensation as Bakura pulled out of him.

He rolled over to the side, pulling Ryou close, nuzzling him as Ryou burried his face into his bare chest.

" That was great..." Bakura muttered, "You're going to be sore in the morning, though. I'll get one of the bathing tubs I stole from the palace and draw us a nice warm bath. How does that sound?"

"Bakura..." Ryou breathed quietly, his pale form trembling.

The theif felt hot tears hit his chest. Bakura tilted Ryou's chin up. "Ryou, why are you crying?"

Ryou just hid his face in Bakura's chest again, "Because...I...I've never been so..."

Bakura smiled, running a hand over his back "You don't have to say it Ryou. I can tell just by the look on your face."

Ryou bit back a giggle, remembering the first time Bakura had said that. It had only been a few days ago, but felt like ages ago. Bakura stroked Ryou's bare back gently, "That's my Ryou. You always did look better smiling."

He leaned forward and placed a kiss on his forehead. "Sleep now, Ryou. Rest..."

Ryou snuggled into Bakura's warm, strong arms, letting his eyelids drift shut to the sound of Bakura's heartbeat as he was lulled to sleep.

End of Chapter Five