A/N: So, quick note here, I know I am late with the update, three years is a long time to wait. Also, this chapter has some lemon in it as a heads up. The poll on my profile is still up about this fic getting a second part, reminder for anyone who forgot or was not aware of it. I will be closing that poll once I post the last chapter of this fic. It has one final chapter after this chapter.

Chapter 19 - Any More Questions?

"So, wait, hang on," Bakura says for the tenth time in the past couple of hours, making Yami huff irritably.

"Bakura, I thought I made it clear to you, where did I lose you?"

The albino walks through the open door to their shared room, lost in thought. "You didn't lose me anywhere, pharaoh. I'm trying to figure out why you had to go so far in order to draw this guy out."

His lover glances back at him with a raised eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Was there seriously no other way to get the bastard?" he asks. "I mean, I can think of several different ways to lure someone out into the open. Why did you choose something so dramatic as that? And why didn't you warn me about it before hand?"

"Well, what was I supposed to say?" he scoffs as the other male takes his seat on the bed. "That I was gonna be pretending that I was seriously going to shoot my best friend? I don't know about you, but that doesn't exactly sit well with the police last I checked. That and the idea was kind of a "spur of the moment" thought."

Bakura glares at him. "You could have gotten yourself killed!"

"I didn't say it was a smart idea," he laughs, making the thief groan in displeasure.

Malik walks in with a grin and a drink in his hand. "So, how's it going in here?"

He inquires, receiving something of a glare in return. "Still lost on something?"

"Considering the fact that our pharaoh here nearly got himself killed using such a completely foolish idea in order to clear everyone's names and catch the bastard that attacked his family eight years ago?" he growls. "I've got everything under control, thanks!"

The blonde comes over to the thief and takes a seat beside him before sipping his drink. "Well, look on the bright side." Bakura glances over to him, looking rather pissed at the direction this conversation was going. "Our names are cleared, Dartz is leaving us alone for the rest of our lives, your lover is happy. What more can you ask for?"

"Thank you!" Yami laughs. "Someone appreciates what I did for them!"

He notices Bakura narrow his eyes before laying back on the bed. "Couldn't you have done something that didn't involve putting your life on the line?"

His friend pats his leg. "We both know that the pharaoh here can't exactly sit still. After all, would he be as decent at being one in the first place if he could?"

"Marik, what are you drinking?"

Yami's question made him laugh. "Far as you need to be concerned, alcohol. Why do you care?"

He huffs at him. "Whatever, I need to talk to Bakura about something, preferably alone-"

"Say no more," the blonde laughs, getting to his feet. "I'm gone." Marik shows himself out the door, leaving the thief and pharaoh to their own devices as the bedroom door is locked behind him.

Bakura sits up and looks him in the eye. "So, what else do you need to tell me, pharaoh?"

Yami walks over and puts his hands beside him, placing a kiss on his lips. As the separate, he chuckles, "Oh, nothing. I just wanted him out of the room."

Bakura was confused as hell, but with the pharaoh willingly giving himself to him at the moment, the thief accepted the attention without further question.

Interested in how this would start, the albino lays back in bed as the shorter male straddles him. Yami initiates a kiss between them, rather roughly at that, while slowly undressing himself, teasing the man beneath him with the view.

The tri-color haired male casts his top aside, leaning in for another kiss. The thief reaches up to trace his fingers along his lover's tanned skin, feeling the heat underneath his fingertips. Yami surprises him with a harsh bite on his lower lip. Bakura is a little ticked that the shorter male had the nerve to do that, but that feisty spirit of his always did spark his passion one way or another.

With a chuckle, he flips their positions and starts ravishing Yami's neck with kisses, nipping along both sides in an attempt to find a sensitive spot. He sighs in frustration as his lover laughs at his current predicament, but the thief cuts him short when he digs his teeth into Yami's shoulder, a gasp escaping his lips.

"What am I, a fragile porcelain doll?" the violet-eyed male pants out with a smirk. "You had no problems with tearing me up when we were in Egypt, thief-"

"Oh shut it, pharaoh," the taller male playfully growls. "I think you're out of practice, considering that your body in this time is a lot softer than it was in the past. Sorry if I don't want to hear your bitching if I hurt you too ba-"

Yami reaches up and wraps his arms around Bakura's neck in order to keep himself in place as he kisses his bruised lips, receiving a nip himself as they made out. As they parted, the former pharaoh smirks at him. "If you're not gonna be rougher with me, then I'll take matters into my own hands!"

"Is that a challenge?" inquires the albino.

"And if I say yes?" he haughtily replies.

The red-eyed albino cocks an eyebrow as he smirks. "Fine then. Why not give me a taste of what you want? No better way than demonstration."

Yami reaches forward and starts stripping Bakura of his clothing, leaving kisses on his jaw as he did so. Once the shirt was off, the shorter male begins leaving hickeys along the soft parts of his neck. Impatient as ever, the albino drags his body closer and bites at his lips, parting for breath for only half a moment before resuming.

The shorter male pushes against him in an attempt to flip their positions again, but this time, the thief was having none of it. A predatory look flickered in Bakura's crimson eyes right before he wraps a hand around Yami's neck and forces him to the bed. The slightly bewildered expression on his face earns him a snicker from the taller male. "You wanted me to be rougher, didn't you? Don't tell me you're going to complain now!"

Getting a shake of his head, Bakura sighs. Speaking of being out of practice, he's not much better himself, honestly. But, at least he can pick up some cues from their previous life. Not much should have changed between a few millennia. "Now, stay still," commands the thief as he starts taking the rest of their clothing off.

Once that's taken care of, he leans down and leaves marks of his own along the other male's neck and collarbone, resulting in Yami reaching up and scratching the albino's back harshly as he quietly moans and shivers. Apparently, this new body is more sensitive this time around!

This will be fun!

A/N: Alright, again, sorry this is extremely late, I was not planning on taking a three year hiatus. Shit happens, that's my excuse. Anyway, Please Review and hopefully I'll be quicker about the updates this time. I'll have my s/o harp on me about it if they have to.

Next Chapter: Happily Ever After?

"Why should something that happened in the past be of any importance now, Yami?" Bakura huffs, slightly irritable. "At this point, it literally doesn't matter and he isn't any competition anyway."