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Aurora

By Neon Tiger and
Yuki Ryu

Chapter Five

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�� It was
incredibly boring having to lie in bed all day with nothing to do but sleep,
eat, and heal. At least Malik thought so, which was why when Bakura had left for
a while to get more medicine for him, he decided to once more sneak out of the
room that they shared. Only this time he wanted to get a better look around the
mysterious cave that was now his home.
�� Up until now
Malik had only gotten to know the cluttered bedroom where he slept, the
adjacent bathroom, and only passing looks at the large hallway that took him to
the secret entrance and exit. He hadn't given as much thought to the mysterious
cavern as he supposed that he should have, but Bakura and the temptation to be
able to go outside had been too much to ignore.
�� The
exploration started small, with the almost house-like area that contained the
large yet messy bedroom Malik and Bakura slept in. There was a bathroom, a pair
of small hallways, and three other bedrooms. The most unusual thing about it
was that there was a set of stairs Malik hadn't noticed before because of a
pile of treasure Bakura left in front of it. It took a bit of effort to make a
path past it, but it allowed Malik to fully explore what seemed to be an entire
home within a cave that seemed perfectly livable for an entire family.
�� Once Malik had
finished taking in the details of the messy house-like living area, he felt
more confident about exploring the rest of the mysterious cavern. While Bakura
had given him no restraints about exploring his new home, still it wouldn't
hurt to be careful and get back before the thief came back from his errand.
�� Malik was
incredibly impressed by his surroundings, glancing around in awe. Seeing the
clutter made him twitch involuntarily with an intense need to clean, but he
struggled to ignore it for now. His years with his father had made him a bit of
a clean-freak, as his survival depended on it, so seeing the mess around him
was like poking an open wound. He'd clean it up later.
�� With that in
mind, the young slave continued along his way through the hideout. He tried to
ignore the various old bloodstains as he walked, making a mental note on trying
to find a stiff brush to scrub them, up, and walked towards the main hallway.
�� Leaving
through the carefully made stone door, Malik had to wonder, if for a moment,
how it was possible to be made, and how easily it was to open and close; a slab
of stone that size should have been able to easily snap off its slim metal
hinges attaching it to the wall and crush him if he could have even managed to
have moved something that heavy under normal circumstances. It was a bit
unnerving to think about, so he tried not to, as he closed it behind him with a
dull thud.
�� The massive
main hallways with their incredibly high ceilings made the hideout feel more
like what it was: a cavern. Though the walls here, like everywhere else, were
smoothly carved. There were even some decorations on the walls, such as murals
and even a few childish scrawls. Unfortunately, the occasional old bloodstain
here and there marred the pleasant trappings.
�� "Well...
it's certainly a nice place to live," Malik thought as he gingerly stepped
around a bloodstain. "But then, compared to where I used to live...
anywhere would be considered nice. I need to do something about those
bloodstains, though..."
�� The young
slave moved further along the hallway, glancing around as he chewed slightly on
his lower lip. He knew he had his work cut out for him, judging from the
clutter and numerous stains on the floor. Bakura apparently wasn't a very neat
person, which made Malik's servitude make more sense.
�� The fact that
he could get free kisses was an added bonus.
�� Malik stopped
short and made a face. He really shouldn't think things like that. It wasn't as
if Bakura had been demanding of him; in fact, his master had shown more
compassion than anyone else ever showed him.
�� "Besides,
cleaning's the only thing I'm good at, so why shouldn't I take over those
duties?" Malik mused, crossing his arms. "...It'll be hard getting
the blood out but I can get this place looking good in no time. That'll prove
my worth to Bakura... and repay him at the same time."
�� Nodding to
himself, the young slave resumed his journey down the hallway.
�� As Malik
walked along the hallway he noticed that it seemed to curve slightly to the
right. He passed by a number other stone doors, which he could only guess lead
to other house-like areas of the hideout similar to the one Bakura and he
shared. As he continued walking down the slightly right-bearing hallway he
couldn't help but wonder how many homes there were here, and if that meant that
other people were living there as well that he hadn't met yet.
�� However, as
Malik opened the doors and peered inside, he found all of the rooms empty of
life. The more doors the slave opened, the more he began to realize that he and
Bakura truly were the only occupants of the cave. That fact alone made the cave
feel much larger and empty - so much room, with only the two of them to fill
it. Perhaps Bakura was lonely, living with so much empty space?
�� "It...
almost seems like an empty town... just like..." Malik drifted off before
shivering at the memory of the dead city. Even thinking of that place sent
shivers down his spine. "Okay... time to change the subject."
�� Shaking his
head to clear it, the boy continued along the hallway before he came to a stop,
blinking. To his left on the wall was a set of curtains, separating the hallway
to territories unknown.
�� The curtains,
rather large and made of a thick and heavy looking material, were parted open
on either side of a large side-passage. Down along the sides of this new
straighter hallway there seemed to be a few intricately carved doors with some
sort of strange designs on them he couldn't recognize. Beyond them towards the
other end of the hall a glimmer of something shiny had caught the young slave's
attention.
�� It looked as
if there was a large amount of gold at the end of the hallway. Most likely it
was another pile of Bakura's stolen treasure, but he was curious nonetheless.
Some of the things the thief stole were quite beautiful, even if they were
often times dirty or bloodstained.
�� Slowly, Malik
stepped through the curtains as he peered down the side-passage. He half
expected to find another room filled with ill-gotten loot; there seemed to be a
lot of that in the bedrooms, which begged the question why the thief kept
stealing if he had so much already at his disposal.
�� Resting at the
end of the side-passage was a large altar, made of glittering gold. It was
covered in runes that Malik couldn't recognize (not that he could read in the
first place), which wrapped around the altar. Sitting on top of the altar was a
large golden statuette of a jackal, much like the ones from the oasis, with
fanned feathered wings. Its eyes were large, the left one made out of smooth
sapphire while the right one looked like a clear white ball of glass. The
strange contrast made Malik pause before peering at the right 'eye' more intently.
It seemed odd that the eyes would be different, as it threw of the symmetry of
the piece.
�� But then, who
was he to judge? It wasn't as if he were an expert on statues.
�� "What are
you doing here?"
�� Malik jumped
with a cry and whipped about, his heart leaping into his throat.
�� Standing
behind him was none other than Bakura. The thief appeared mildly tense, though
he tried to hide it, as he held the box that usually contained the medicinal
supplies he used on Malik. Out of the corner of his eye the blond noticed that
one of the nearby doors was partially open, which had to have been where the
silver-haired boy had come from to appear there so suddenly.
�� Bakura
couldn't help but smile slightly at the tanned boy's reaction. "You seem
jumpy," he observed.
�� "I... I
didn't hear you," Malik replied as he held a hand to his chest, feeling
his heart beating rather fast. "You startled me..."
�� "Sorry,"
Bakura snickered quietly, which indicated to the blond that he wasn't too sorry. "Force of habit."
�� Malik huffed
slightly, eying the thief, before he turned to glance back at the statue.
"What... is that thing?"
�� Bakura shifted
his gaze to the altar for a moment before turning back to the other boy.
"That's an altar to the god Anubis," he explained before looking back
at the golden visage of Anubis silently.
�� Malik blinked
as he noticed Bakura's odd expression and was about to question him on it
before the words fully sunk into his head. "...Anubis? That Anubis?"
�� The thief
blinked as he looked at the blond oddly before remembering that Malik had never
been allowed to look at the gods before. "Yes, that Anubis," he
confirmed. "He was one of the gods my people worshipped."
�� "Y-you
mean, I... I... looked at a... a god...?" Malik's face drained of color,
as the young slave looked absolutely stricken, which was exactly how he felt.
He had done the one thing his father had told him NEVER to do - look upon the graven image of a god.
�� "Malik?"
Bakura asked as he moved closer to the other boy, noticing how the tanned boy
turned quite pale. "What's wrong?"
�� "I looked
upon a... a god...!" Malik whimpered, covering his mouth as he stepped
back. "I... I... I didn't know! I didn't mean-!"
�� "Calm
down," Bakura ordered. "It's not a big deal to look at a statue of a
god."
�� "But I'm
not supposed to! I... it's forbidden for-!" Malik whimpered, holding his
head. "What have I done!?"
�� "Malik!"
Bakura snapped to get his companion's attention. To help insure that he got it,
he reached out with his free hand to grab the blond's shoulder so that he could
whip his slave around to face him.
�� Malik jerked
to attention and lifted his head to stare at Bakura, shaking slightly.
�� "Calm
down and listen to me," the thief ordered firmly as he gazed into the
other boy's violet eyes. "Nothing
bad will happen if you look at a statue or a drawing of a god. I doubt
something bad will happen if you look at a god directly!"
�� "But
I've... I've offended him! I... I..." Malik whimpered, his eyes watering.
"He'll punish me... Maybe he already knew and he was the one that sent the
jackals to prevent me from looking in the first place!"
�� "Before you accidentally looked?" Bakura asked as he quirked an eyebrow.
"You didn't even know this was here in the first place! Besides, Anubis
may have a jackal head, but that doesn't mean he has jackal minions."
�� "A-Anubis
is the ruler of the dead... he could have minions anywhere-!" Malik paused
before he covered his mouth. "I... I shouldn't even be saying his name!
I... I've spoken blasphemy!"
�� Bakura gave
his slave a dry look. "So? I've cursed at this statue before and I haven't
been struck down yet."
�� Malik gawked
at Bakura, as if he had just spoken on another language.
�� The bandit
seemed nonplused at the look the blond was giving him. "Don't believe me?
Then I guess I'll just have to show you." With that he turned towards the
statue.
�� "W-wait-!"
Malik cried out as he moved to grip Bakura's arm. "D-don't! You might
upset him and he'll come after you-!"
�� "He
hasn't yet so far," the silver-haired boy replied, shrugging off the
blond's concern, before he unleashed a tirade of insults and curses that
Malik's father would have been abashed to hear.
�� Malik stared
at Bakura, absolutely horrified. He glanced between the thief and the statue,
his shaking increasing as the thief's insults grew more and more degrading my
the second. "B-Bakura, stop!"
�� At first it
seemed as if the silver-eyed boy wasn't going to comply, but after a few
moments he finally ceased damning the statue so that he could catch his breath,
taking in deep gulps of air.
�� Malik
trembled, his heart thundering so badly he could hear it in his ears. Without a
word, the slave moved to wrap his arms around the thief and cling to him.
�� Bakura blinked
as the other boy grabbed onto him, and was so startled he nearly dropped the
box he held. "Malik?" he asked, confused.
�� Malik
whimpered as he buried his face into Bakura's chest, shaking so badly he
thought he might throw up. It was too much for him to take, to see Bakura
tempting the gods themselves in to striking him down. Perhaps the gods had
forgiven Malik for being born, for leaving the house, and even for removing his
clothing but to go so far as to curse them to their faces? He felt as if his
world would explode any moment.
�� Bakura stared
at his slave, uncertain of what to do. "Hey... it's okay, Malik," he
said quietly, trying to be soothing, as he reached around to lightly pat the
other boy's back. "I'm fine. The gods didn't strike me dead on the spot
with a lightning bolt. I doubt they actually listen to us at all, let alone
care if we curse or worship them."
�� "But what
if they do...?" Malik whimpered; his face buried in the thief's chest.
"...I'd lose you..." That thought felt like a blow, confusing the
poor boy further. He had only known the thief for a short time, but the thought
of losing the one person who seemed to care if he breathed felt too horrible to
even consider.
�� Bakura was
rendered speechless, as he was caught off-guard by the quiet confession.
�� Malik pressed
up against Bakura, shivering as his grip tightened. "I... I..."
�� "Malik..."
Bakura said softly once he had recovered from his surprise. He wrapped his free
arm around his companion and ran his fingers soothingly through the other boy's
golden hair. "It's okay... You're not going to lose me."
�� Malik
tightened his grip, as if he thought Bakura would suddenly disappear. "How
do you know...?"
�� "Because
the 'gods' tried to smite me before and failed," Bakura explained with a
crooked grin. "Or the gods' 'messengers' I should say."
�� Malik lifted
his head slightly to peek up at Bakura, sniffling quietly.
�� "When I
was a child I used to worship the gods like any other person, but one day the
gods' 'messengers' sentenced me and my people to death," Bakura explained
in a quiet voice, his expression unusually subdued. "Since then I've been
shown that the gods don't listen... or they just don't care."
�� "...You
mean... that village...?" Malik's eyes widened.
�� "It used
to be my home," Bakura whispered as he looked away, confirming his slave's
suspicions.
�� Malik stared
at Bakura, dumbfounded. He couldn't even begin to comprehend an entire village
being sentenced to death.
�� "The
Pharaoh ordered my village to be sacrificed... in the name of the gods..."
Bakura continued with a quiet voice. He still didn't look at Malik, but rather
looked towards the altar as he spoke.
�� Malik blinked
slowly before burying his face in Bakura's chest again. He didn't know what to
say to that; he didn't know if there was anything he could say to that.
�� For a while
neither said a word. They merely stood there holding one another in silence.
Bakura was the first to speak. "Come on," he said as he lightly
nudged the blond to move. "Let's go back to our room. I need to check your
bandages."
�� Malik simply
nodded, still clinging to Bakura. He seemed to have no intention to release his
grip on the other boy.
�� At this the
thief couldn't help but let out a short snicker. "Does this mean you want
me to carry you?"
�� "Maybe,"
came the muffled response.
�� "Fine,
then hold this," Bakura said, his tone amused, as he attempted to palm off
the box he was carrying to Malik.
�� Malik paused,
as he knew that to take the box, he would have to let go. After a moment of
hesitation, he slipped one hand around to grab the box. However, even as that
one hand relented its grip, the other tightened to make up the difference.
�� Bakura made a
quiet sound at the tightening and blinked at the other boy before letting out a
soft chuckle. "You're stronger than you look, Malik."
�� Malik's
response was a quiet 'mwrf' as he clung to Bakura. He
had to work hard, many hours of grueling labor, so it wasn't much of a surprise
that he had some strength in his arms.
�� Taking that as
a sign that the blond wasn't in the mood to talk any more right now, Bakura
carefully whisked his slave up into his arms, despite how Malik's tight grip
made things more difficult than normal. "Better?" he asked with a
crooked smile on his face.
�� Malik gasped
as he was scooped up. He blinked, glancing at Bakura, before nodding and moving
to press against him. The contact reminded him that the thief was still there,
that he was still there; it was reassurance he desperately needed.
�� It was then
that Bakura suddenly decided to surprise Malik by stealing a gentle kiss,
taking advantage of their closeness to taste his slave's sweet lips.
�� Malik squeaked
in surprise, jumping slightly. The slave blinked slowly, his cheeks tinting as
he reached up to touch his lips. The thief had kissed him again! And, much like
before, it didn't bother him nearly as much as it should. Instead, it made him
feel rather warm.
�� Bakura
couldn't help but chuckle at the blond's embarrassment, but decided not to
tease the other boy. Instead he turned and started back towards their bedroom.
�� Malik eyed
Bakura, his blush darkening as he realized that the thief was laughing at him.
With a huff, Malik looked away. This action caused his gaze to shift, glancing
over the walls of the small passage way as they left it.
�� What Malik saw
made his eyes snap into focus along the wall, giving him his first good look at
the area surrounding the altar.
�� Before the
golden shrine to Anubis in all its glory had distracted the slave from noticing
its surroundings or Bakura coming up behind him, but now that the blond was no
longer looking at the altar or fretting about seeing it at all, he got a clear
view of the blood surrounding it. While in other areas there would be the
occasional splatter of old blood, here it seemed to have at one time been
gathered in abundance, as the numerous old and long since dried trails of gore
clearly indicated. It almost looked as if there had been bloody corpses dragged
towards the altar at one time, judging by how the blood stains streaked across
the floor towards it.
�� Malik's eyes
widened, darting all along the walls to follow the blood trails to where they
ended.
�� The altar of
Anubis.
�� The slave
stared at the altar, surrounded by bloody trails that seemed to move towards it
as if it were a focal point of a whirlpool of blood. The crusted, dried blood
sharply contrasted with the gold, and yet drew the entire side passage towards
the altar as if it too were part of it.
�� The altar
stood, glimmering without a trace of blood or blemish on its smooth surface, as
it seemed to watch Bakura and Malik's departure.
�� Malik
shivered, disturbed by the sight, and quickly buried his face in Bakura's
chest. He kept his face buried into the thief's chest as they walked away,
leaving the silent statue alone once more in its small alcove of blood.

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�� "And
finally this is the bathing room."
�� After the
incident at the altar of Anubis, Malik had become more desperate for Bakura's
company, as he was terrified that the thief might leave and never return to
him; struck down by the gods' wrath. He stubbornly clung to the silver-eyed boy
despite the bandit's assurances and lighthearted jokes that if the silver
haired man was struck down and Malik was too close, he would be struck down as
well. However, the slave couldn't help but need to be close to his master, and
informed the other boy that if Bakura was going to be smitten by the gods, then
he would rather be smitten as well than be left all alone without his master.
�� Such a
declaration silenced any further protests from Bakura about the subject.
�� At a loss for
what to do, and having no desire to remain in bed all day, Bakura decided to
show Malik around the rest of the cave. Unfortunately exploring the massive
expanse of the hideout was rather tiring on a person who was carrying another
on their back, even when they were as strong as the thief was.
�� Malik peeked
up over Bakura's shoulder, clinging to him as he was carried piggyback around
the cave. Though hardly dignified, the position saved him both the effort of
walking around and kept him close to his master. He felt rather guilty for
imposing on Bakura in such a way, but he just couldn't bear to let go. Too many
things had been ripped away from him in the past few days for him to trust that
Bakura wouldn't soon join them.
�� As Malik
expected, the bathing area was just as spectacularly made as the rest of the
cave, with high smooth walls and ceiling. Like the other exceedingly large
chambers that were too big to be properly illuminated by torches on the walls,
a cluster of glowing crystals hanging in the middle of the ceiling served to
provide the main source of lighting for the room. The room itself contained a
giant slightly raised bath built into the stone that was practically an
underground river. Large decorative faucets, designed to look like the heads of
various creatures Malik didn't recognize, were built into the far wall and what
looked to be a furnace respectively. At the moment only a couple of faucets
were flowing with water with the rest apparently stopped up or turned off.
�� There were
numerous holes along the ceiling, much like the ones Bakura had pointed out as
being for extra ventilation when they were in the kitchen. As Malik was looking
upwards he also noticed, oddly enough, that one of the walls stopped before the
ceiling, giving a slight peek into another room that contained more ventilation
holes and another hanging crystal.
�� "Wow..."
Malik blinked repeatedly, glancing around the room. It was by far the largest
bathing room he had ever seen, completely dwarfing his father's; he suspected
it even rivaled the Pharaoh's! "It's huge..."
�� "It's
supposed to," Bakura said with a slight nod. "It was made for
everyone living here to be able to clean themselves at once if it had to."
�� "...Ahh..." Malik tightened his grip around Bakura's neck.
"Will we be... bathing together?"
�� The thief
turned his head so that his passenger could see him smile wryly. "We
already did bathe together before," he pointed out before pausing to
'muse' that thought over. "Although, you were unconscious at the
time..."
�� Malik blinked
at that, and then huffed. "I don't think that counts."
�� "You're
just upset that you didn't get to see me naked too," Bakura teased as he
turned back to stick his tongue out at the blond playfully.
�� Malik's face
burned an even brighter red as he huffed before he reached up to poke at that
tongue. "So? Seeing me naked isn't anything special."
�� Bakura made an
odd noise at the poking before returning his tongue to his mouth. He paused to
regard Malik oddly, as if the blond had spoken another language. "What are
you talking about? Your body is practically perfect! If you didn't have those
cuts you'd look like a god."
�� Malik made a
face at that. He knew full well his body was an abomination. However, he knew
better than to say that out loud; Bakura would get irritated at him.
�� Bakura was
quiet for a moment before a mischevious smile crossed
his face. "I bet you think I'm lying, but I'll make you see what I mean
soon enough."
�� "Huh?"
Malik blinked at that. "What do you mean...?"
�� "You'll
see," Bakura said mysteriously before he turned his head forward and
started walking towards the large bath.
�� Malik
tightened his grip instinctively as he glanced between the large bath and
Bakura. "See what? What're you planning...?"
�� Carefully the
thief walked around piles of discarded dirty clothing until he stood right at
the edge of the bath. "Who said I was planning anything?" he asked
coyly as he sat down on the edge of the tub. He made sure to be careful and not
bump his passenger's legs against it or to let his grip go loose on Malik.
�� "Um..."
Malik made a face as he peered over Bakura's shoulder. "...What are you
doing?"
�� "I was
just thinking of taking a bath," Bakura said with an impish grin as he
stood up again in the water.
�� "What, now?!" Malik's eyes widened.
"But I'm...!"
�� Unfortunately
Malik never got to finish his sentence, as once Bakura had gotten to a deep
enough area in the water he suddenly hopped downwards onto his knees with a
splash and a cry, dunking both of them in the frigid bath.
�� Malik let out
a gargled cry as the freezing water immediately assaulted him, jarring his
senses like a blow. The young slave panicked and immediately released Bakura,
flailing as he tried to get up above the water to get a breath of air.
�� Thankfully for
the panicked blond, a pair of strong arms wrapped around him and quickly pulled
him to the surface almost immediately.
�� Malik choked,
spitting up water as his hair and clothes clung to his skin. Slowly, the slave
brushed back his bangs and blinked, looking thoroughly waterlogged.
�� "Are you
okay?" Bakura asked as he held Malik close to his body, both to be sure
that the blond wouldn't flail around any more, and for body heat, as the water
was colder than he would have liked.
�� Malik coughed,
and then eyed Bakura through his bangs. "...Y-you did that on
p-p-purpose." he grunted, teeth chattering slightly.
�� "Of
course," the thief said with a crooked smile. He then carefully picked the
blond up into his arms and carried the other boy to the edge of the tub. Once
there he set Malik down on the edge and sat beside his slave, so that they
could get out of the too cold water.
�� Malik grimaced
and sloshed out of the water, his clothes dripping wet and sagging like a sack
of potatoes. He grimaced and wiped back his hair before grabbing the edge of
his clothes and twisted them, trying to wring out the water. "F-F-freezing..."
�� "O-okay...
so m-maybe I d-didn't think th-this though,"
Bakura admitted while trying to keep his shivering down. He then started to
strip himself of his cold soaking wet clothes to try and get the frigid water
off his skin as quickly as possible.
�� Malik squeaked
as he realized the other boy was stripping down and immediately looked away. He
shivered, his clothes clinging to his body even as he attempted to wring them
out.
�� "You
b-better t-take off y-your clothes t-too," Bakura said as he glanced over
at the other boy once he had stripped himself of all his clothes.
�� "But...
but... I c-can't...!" Malik whimpered, shaking his head. "I... it's
n-not right f-f-for me to e-expose you t-to..."
�� Bakura made an
irritated noise, as the cold wore down his temper and made him not in the mood
to hear Malik berate himself again. "Take them off or you'll freeze!"
the thief ordered.
�� Malik flinched
instinctively at the tone in Bakura's voice before he quickly moved to comply,
trembling. His clothes splattered against the ground as he dropped them by his
feet, spraying water all over the floor.
�� "Good,"
Bakura sighed before standing up, wearing nothing but his soaked slippers.
"W-wait here... I'll light the f-furnace and heat the b-bath."
Without waiting for a reply he started to walk towards the faucets.
�� Malik simply
nodded, bowing his head as he hunched his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around
himself as he stood trembling, half due to the cold and half due to the fact
that Bakura had snapped at him. He had almost forgotten his position; a slave
should never argue with his master...
�� Malik lowered
his gaze to the floor. He had been a bit disagreeable, something his father
would never have tolerated. Who was he to disagree with the thief? No one at
all, that's who. He only hoped the bandit wasn't angry with him for proving to
be a disagreeable slave.
�� "...He's
snapped at me before..." Malik thought, grimacing as he remembered that
argument over the food. It slowly occurred to the tanned boy that by arguing
what a slave should and should not do, he was doing exactly what a slave
shouldn't do. In other words, by trying to be a good slave, he was being a bad
slave. "...I screw up when I try to do something right..."
�� "What was
that?" Bakura asked as he leaned in close to his slave.
�� Malik squeaked
and jumped to attention, jerking back as he found himself face to face with
Bakura. He had been so absorbed with his thoughts that he hadn't even noticed
the other boy approach him. "Ah-!? W-what was what...?"
�� Bakura regarded
his slave for a moment, his arms crossed over his chest. "You're blaming
yourself again," he observed before suddenly poking Malik's nose.
"Stop it."
�� "Eeep-!" Malik yipped before covering his nose,
blinking repeatedly. He stared at Bakura, startled and more than a little
confused by Bakura's behavior. Wasn't his master angry with him?
�� "Better,"
Bakura grinned before sitting down on the edge of the tub near the blond.
"The bath should be warm enough to use in a few minutes. It takes a while
to heat up water for something that big," he explained as he kicked off
his squishy slippers.
�� "I...
see?" Malik murmured, keeping his nose covered as he eyed Bakura. He sat
down slowly, mindful of his wet clothing, before pausing to gawk at the
bandit's naked form - once he realized Bakura was naked, that is.
�� The silver
haired boy noticed that he was being stared at and cocked his head to the side
slightly as he looked back at the blond. "Hmm?"
�� Malik paused
before looking away, face red. "N-nothing..." It wasn't polite to
stare, even if Bakura's skin looked as smooth and soft as pure milk. The
thief's muscular body certainly gave him the impression of looking much older
than he really was, which Malik credited to the other boy's lifestyle. He
imagined that being a thief would force someone to grow up quickly.
�� Bakura looked
at the blond quietly as he felt as if he should say something, but couldn't
think of anything. At a loss for what else to do he allowed his eyes to wander
across the tanned boy's body as they waited for the water to heat.
�� Malik could
practically feel Bakura's eyes looking over his body, causing his face to tint
an even darker shade of red. He knew the boy had seen him naked before, but he
still wasn't used to such personal scrutiny.
�� "I need
to take those bandages off," Bakura commented as he noticed how the water
had ruined the bandages covering Malik's body. It didn't bother him really, as
he would have had to take them off anyway to bathe the blond. With that in mind
he reached out to remove them.
�� Malik blinked
and turned to look at Bakura as the boy moved to remove his bandages. Normally
he would have flinched at the contact, but he was slowly getting used to his
master's touch; after all, he was certainly touched enough by Bakura to have
plenty of chances to get used to it.
�� Bakura made a
face as he noticed something. "You've been scratching your wounds,"
he accused as he gazed into the other boy's lavender eyes.
�� "Ah?"
Malik immediately snapped to attention. "Y-you can tell-!?"
�� "I don't
have to." Bakura smiled smugly before he poked the other boy's nose
lightly. "You just confessed."
�� Malik squeaked
and covered his nose again, blinking slowly before it dawned on him that he had
been tricked. "Ah-! Oh... um..."
�� Bakura
chuckled as he smiled smugly at the other boy. "You better not do it
again," he chided once his mirth died down slightly. "Or else."
�� "O-or
else...?" Malik's eyes widened.
�� Bakura's smile
turned rather mischievous. "Or else I'll just have to tie you to the bed
until you're healed."
�� Malik blinked
at that before cocking an eyebrow, dubious. "Really?"
�� "Care to
find out?" Bakura challenged as he leaned in closer to gaze intently into
the blond's eyes.
�� Malik shook
his head vigorously, leaning back away from Bakura. "N-no, no!"
�� "Good."
Bakura straightened, still smiling. "Then don't scratch." With that
he returned to the task of removing the tanned boy's bandages.
�� Malik eyed
Bakura as his bandages were removed, mentally debating whether Bakura would
really do such a thing. He knew his father would (though for more painful
reasons) but he had a hard time imagining Bakura doing something like that. But
then again, the thief had tied him up before when he kidnapped him; yet again,
those were different circumstances entirely.
�� Bakura didn't
seem to notice Malik staring at him, or ignored it, as he tossed aside a number
of the spent bandages. "You need to either stand up or lie down so I can
get these off," he suddenly said as he patted the tanned boy's hip,
dangerously close to the blond's rear.
�� Malik blushed
brightly at that, then nodded and moved to stand up. The ground looked cold and
wet - something he already was and didn't want to become more so.
�� "Spread
your legs a bit," Bakura ordered as he reached out to touch Malik's
bandaged thigh.
�� Malik grimaced
and moved to comply, trying to ignore how suggestive the thief's words were. He
felt so embarrassed, standing exposed under the scrutiny of Bakura. At the very
least, he tried to protect his dignity by covering his front with his hands.
�� "Move
your hands," Bakura said as he started to undo the other boy's bandages.
"They're in the way."
�� Malik made a
slight noise, hesitating for a moment before moving his hands. His face burned
with embarrassment as he shifted nervously.
�� Bakura glanced
upwards at the blond's face, noticing the tanned boy's discomfort. "I've
seen you naked before you know," he pointed out.
�� "I... I
know..." Malik admitted, his voice breaking. "B-but I was embarrassed
then too...!"
�� "I
noticed," Bakura said wryly before he resumed removing the other boy's
bandages. He moved his hands slowly as he did so, taking greater care in
removing those wrapped around or closely to Malik's more delicate areas than he
did for any of the other bandages on the blond's body.
�� Malik glanced
away; trying not to watch how close Bakura was working. He hoped to just ignore
the thief, thus making the process as painless as possible. Unfortunately, the
fact that Bakura had such soft hands made it rather difficult to ignore.
�� "You're shaking,"
Bakura suddenly pointed out, interrupting the tanned boy's thoughts.
�� "E-eh?"
Malik blinked and glanced down at Bakura only to make a thin squeak as he
noticed where the thief's gaze was.
�� After a moment
Bakura looked upwards towards the tanned boy's face. "You're
shaking," he repeated.
�� "Ah...
w-well... I..." Malik looked absolutely mortified.
�� Bakura quirked
an eyebrow upwards. "So you're still embarrassed even though I'm naked
too?"
�� "W-well...
it's n-not so much that as... well..." Malik's eyes shifted to look at
Bakura's hands, which rested on his inner thigh quite dangerously.
�� Bakura's gaze
shifted downwards as well towards what the blond was looking at.
"Oh."
�� Malik grinned
slightly, letting out a nervous giggle. He didn't know what to say,
particularly since Bakura's face was very close to his personal areas. What
exactly could he say in such a situation?
�� The thief
glanced up at his slave's face for a moment before he returned his
concentration to what he was doing without another word.
�� Malik watched
Bakura for a moment before looking away, taking a few deep breaths. Bakura was
not gawking at his "goodies". He didn't have any "goodies"
worth gawking at. For him to think that the thief would even care about that area was arrogant and
unbefitting of a slave.
�� Of course his
thoughts came to a crashing halt when he felt his master's soft hand brush
against those "goodies" that he was fretting over.
�� Malik's eyes
immediately bugged out as he tensed completely, sucking in air with a sharp
hiss.
�� "Sorry,"
Bakura muttered as he noticed the other boy's reaction to his accidental brush,
and took greater care not to repeat it.
�� Malik let out
a gasp once he realized he had been holding his breath, then shivered and shook
his head. "N-no, I... just I... no one's ever..."
�� "Hmm?"
Bakura blinked as he glanced back up at the blond's face.
�� "Um...
never mind," Malik fidgeted. Of course Bakura hadn't meant to brush there on purpose. Why would he have?
�� Bakura looked
at his slave silently, as if debating something.
�� Malik's
fidgeting increased as he felt himself being scrutinized by Bakura. "I'm
sorry... I didn't mean to imply that..."
�� "You
don't want me touching you there is what you mean," Bakura stated,
interrupting the blond. He then shifted his gaze back downwards so that he
could resume his work.
�� "N-no!
That's not-!" Malik paused before his face burned red. Why was he
protesting that of all things!?
�� Bakura paused,
blinking, before he looked back up at his slave with a dumbfounded expression
on his face. "You want me to
touch you there?"
�� "Er..." Malik's eyes widened as he stared at Bakura, a
classic 'deer in headlights' look.
�� The thief and
slave stared at each other in silence for a number of moments. "Do you want
me to touch you there?" Bakura asked in a quiet voice after a few more
moments had passed.
�� "I...
I..." Malik could hear all the conflicted voices in his head, screaming to
be heard above the raging chaos. Part of him screamed an adamant
"NO!" while another pointed out it hadn't been an unpleasant feeling. Yet another voice
commented on his duties as a slave while a fourth voice insisted he was
assuming Bakura had wanted to touch him when all the thief had done was ask him if he wanted it. "I... don't... know..." he finally said, at
length.
�� It was about a
minute before Bakura responded as he stared at his slave intently. "I
see..." He then returned his attention to removing the bandages from the
tanned boy's body. He wasn't sure what to think of what Malik had said.
�� "Does
that... upset you...?" Malik asked, softly.
�� Bakura didn't
look up from what he was doing as he worked lower down the tanned boy's legs.
"Not really."
�� "...Did
you... did you want to touch me?" Malik couldn't help his voice breaking
slightly.
�� Bakura was
silent as he thought about that question. Truth be told, he did enjoy touching
Malik, even if the blond would get flustered over it. Sometimes he liked making
the other boy flustered, and the squeaks Malik would make when he poked the tanned
boy were absolutely adorable. "Not if you don't want me to," he said
quietly.
�� "...Ah..."
Malik grimaced, as that really didn't answer the question at all. He wasn't
used to having any say, as he rarely knew which option wouldn't get him in
trouble. "I... don't want it if you don't want it..."
�� Bakura paused
to consider that before glancing up at his slave with an odd expression on his
face. "So if I wanted it... you would want it?"
�� Malik imagined
he couldn't blush any brighter without fainting. He didn't like the way this
conversation was going; he had more than enough embarrassment for one day.
"I... I don't know... maybe..."
�� "You
don't sound very certain," Bakura pointed out as he gazed intently into
the other boy's lavender eyes.
�� Malik
hesitated, before shrugging. "I just... no one's ever asked me that
before... and no one's ever, well, wanted
to touch me... there."
�� "Well...
now you do," Bakura said quietly before he looked away. "And everywhere
else you'll let me."
�� Malik gawked
at Bakura, then glanced down at his feet and fidgeted. "O-oh... well... I
guess it's okay... if it... doesn't hurt...?" Mentally, his mind screamed
that he had just given permission to be groped; but then again, since when did
a master need permission?
�� Again there
was a period of silence as Bakura mulled that over. "Does that mean you
want me to touch you?" he asked as he glanced at the blond out of the
corner of his eye, trying to read the other boy's reaction.
�� Malik trembled
as he shifted slightly, his head starting to spin. The conversation had gone on
for way too long, as far as he was concerned. His face was as red as an apple
and the room seemed as if it were starting to spin. Too much was happening, way
too fast; the fact that a lot of blood was rushing to his face didn't help
matters.
�� Before he knew
it, he had started to fall backwards towards the floor. He vaguely heard Bakura
shout his name and felt a warm touch, before everything went black.
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