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Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh nor do I make any profit from writing
this fic. gh sgh said.

Warning: Yaoi. Bakura/Ryou

Just so you know: I like the idea of Bakura being able to separate
himself from Ryou and do stuff. So I incorporate that.

Deal with it.

A/N:
A Challenge that DEFINITELY exceeds the 1000 word limit :p

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The Devil's Squander.

by Vampyric Saiyaness
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Bakura
was pleased.

Happy even.

...and that was always bad. The malicious swirl of the dark clouds above
demonstrated this as they eddied and throbbed from the sinister vibes radiating
from the acolyte of shadows that strode beneath them.

To prove their power they tore open their dense makeup and poured torrent upon
torrent of water down on the broken streets of the city to wash away the filth
that stood in their master�s way. Bakura only laughed as the water soaked his
body, knowing that the chilling water was no matter to hit ont only a hindrance
to the host�s body in which he resided.

A deep voice that grated harshly with strange maturity, yet with a smooth, rich
timbre emanated from the youthful lips of the innocent looking boy whose arms
spread open wide to welcome the heavy beats of rain upon his pale skin. Bakura
breathed in the damp scent of the rain's mist and commanded his host�s slender
hands to wrench sodden white hair into erect tufts as he threw his head back
and laughed at the sky.

The once smooth laugh took on a maniacal edge as the chortle became a crazed
guffaw as he rasped to no one except the boy inside him, declaring, 'This
moment calls for a celebration!'

The
boy, Ryou, shivered inadvertently, causing Bakura to mimic the action as the
link wavered in his brief outburst of megalomania. Bakura regained his
composure and dipped his head to sneer at the Millenium Ring in which he
stroked surreptitiously, apparently talking to no one as he said cheerfully, 'Well
of course these celebrations involve you.'

In the darkness of his soul room, Ryou wrapped lean arms around himself knowing
that those words had no softness or joviality to them in any way. He wished
Bakura would just run rampant for a change and leave him out of it, or lock
himself in the Ring for another millennia and leave his body be.

The slow trail of a coarse, predatory tongue over his own lips, commanded by
the beast himself warned him that his body was indeed part of the celebrations
tonight. And a warm rush of sharp tingles born of the thief�s dark thoughts
only made this more concrete in the boys mind and he groaned within his own
thoughts.
Bakura
laughed, his wid widening, 'How very intuitive of you, host. But why wait
until we reach your quarters to have our fun.'

Ryou baulked at the proclamation of 'our' knowing that really meant 'his'.

It wasn't the first time Bakura had expressed interest in his host as more than
just a vessel in which to control. The Thief had never allowed himself to fully
bathe in his own rich ideas yet Bakura had never been this pleased with
himself.

The opalescent figure grinned sadistically in agreement with the boy�s thoughts
and without warning took off down the street in pursuit of a dank, dirty
enclosure in which he could perform the same level of practices.

Any alleyway would suit the thief�s purposes but he revelled in the suspense he
knew the boy was feeling and it brought a smirk to his face. Today was a good
day.

Bakura skidded and halted abruptly in front of lleylleyway filled with rotting
crates, dirty blankets and within the confines of cardboard boxes, the
shuffling of a shoeless man. A smell of failure crept up his nostrils reaching
the boy inside and they both baulked in revulsion. Yet the thief soon saw
opportunity and rapidly stalked up to a decrepit beggar curled against a
moulding wall and grinned down at the rough and aged face that peered up at him
through tired eyes.

The Thief King's good mood beseeched him to retrieve a blade of metal warmed
from the body heat of his host and into the awaiting palm of his other hand.
The old man only blinked once before the white haired boy knelt down and
plunged it deep into his heart. Ryou screamed inside, his cry of horror
breaking the surface briefly and this startled the man who saw the rapid change
in the boys features, from evil to good, before the thief king took control
again and drew out the knife and hacked the man repeatedly to spite the boy.
All with the grin of a crazed lunatic.

Bakura pulled it out slowly, relishing the sound of the blade grinding against
the ribcage before whipping the weapon up to his mouth and touching a tongue
almost delicately to it's hot, wet surface. Bakura grinned again and swept it
over his mouth to clean the blade before shoving it back into a hidden crevice
in the folds of his clothing again.

Ryou tried to shut his own eyes but could not. The frightened corpse still
stared back at him. His worn clothes now soaked with the blood that had kept
him alive, even in the poorest of conditions.

'Did you enjoy that, host?' Bakura drawled, wiping the corners of his
mouth as he turned and started down the alleyway. 'That was for you.' he
paused. 'My first gift.'

Eyes of a deceivingly warm brown searched out a door in which he could enter.
Naturally the thief chose the one locked the most intricately. With the fine
blade and a piece of wire snatched off the ground the locks were no trouble for
his skilled hands.

Bakura outstretched a hand on the door, and swung it open slowly, purely for
effect, as if to warn any inhabitants that may dwell inside. Keen eyes surveyed
the objects in the room, finding a few bags of wheat, one opened at the seam to
spill onto the concrete floor whilst shelves above a broken fireplace held
boxes of unknown items that undoubtedly sparked the thief�s interest.

His eyes fell back to the supposed broken fireplace that smelled of old ashes
and raised a slight eyebrow to a poker resting against a wall before his
attentions were faced upon the door again. He slammed it shut and slid a rusted
crowbar through a metal loop and wiped his hands on the faded denim of his
hosts garments before placing his hands on either side of The Ring.

'Come out, come out.' he sang darkly and smirked as the flash of the
Ring lit up his warped face as his features morphed from the sadistic grin of a
killer to the scared, naivety of a child.

Ryou
looked around the room in confusion, before large doe eyes instantly sought any
means of escape. His hands fell by his side as he too surveyed the contents of
the room, his gut instincts immediately seeking out any weapons that may be
used against him.

The boys soft hair feel limply in his face as he took one crunching step
forward before the Ring flashed brightly again and the spirit form of the King
of Thieves stood before him, a malevolent smile upon his face as he swept his
arms to the room in which they stood.

'Like
it?' Bakura said, not caring either way. Ryou's lips barely parted to speak
before the thief strode forward and made first contact with the boy. The thief
was not one for patience. He leered at the boy, his hair an unkempt mess of
haggard skeins that seemed to rustle whenever he jerked his head around. Bakura
reached out with transparent hands to cup the sodden hair of the smaller boy,
as rough thumbs made little circles over the boy's temples.

'Ryou.' he cooed, causing the boy to shiver at the use of his name.
These things did not go by unnoticed by the thief who only smirked. He trailed
a cold hand down the soft cheekbones of the boy and wiped away moisture that
had gathered there. Bakura frowned as he felt it to be warm, yet smiled hastily
to wash away the boy's fear. There would be time for that later.

Ba'>Bakura's
finger trailed down to Ryou's bottom lip where he smoothed over the plump flesh
and smiled inwardly at the thoughts of those soft, soft lips upon his long
forgotten manhood. Bakura smiled oddly again, causing the boy concern before he
stepped back and turned to look at the surroundings of the depressing, stale
room yet the thief's eyes seemed to be alight with nostalgia.

'Back in Egypt,' he reminisced, 'We had rooms upon rooms of store
houses like this. Filled to the brim with supplies to last us even through the
times of drought. Of course we kept those rooms hidden from that other scum.'
he grinned and started pacing the room, flitting his eyes over everything as if
they proved to be absolutely fascinating to him. He paused to stare at the
fireplace. 'In Egypt the smells of the hot winds were a blessing to the cold
winter nights. We had no need for such devices as these,' he spat,
casting a hand belligerently at the collapsedeplaeplace in the corner. Bakura
returned his gaze to Ryou's and drew his eyes down to the wheat sacks on the
ground, before snapping back to Ryou as he slipped forward rapidly and enclosed
him tightly in strong, lean arms. He breathed hotly on Ryou's face, as he
crushed him tighter and drawled, 'In Egypt. The only warmth we needed was
the feeling of being crushed up against another body. Naked in the night. Bare
under the Earth's moon.' He tilted his head and licked the underside of
Ryou's jaw, causing the boy to cringe at the raspy tongue agitating the skin
surface.

Bakura smirked and made sucking bites along the bathed spot and up to his
bottom lip where he placed a tiny nip, before licking the wound. He smirked.

To his disappointment, Ryou didn't budge.

Balura sighed. 'Your subservience bores me.'

Ryou turned his face. His eyes alight with hope, to which Bakura only grinned.

'You are so predictable, Host Ryou.' he said almost playfully as he
buried his head in his hosts hair and nuzzled his neck.

Ryou
refrained from groaning at the shiver that emitted from the feeling of that
breath on the most sensitive of spots on his neck. Yet, Bakura knew his host
well and attacked his long throat, working his sandpapery tongue over the soft
flesh, biting and suckling at the thick cords that appeared whenever his head
was turned and placed soft, sucking kisses upon the trail that lead down to the
boy's collarbone. Ryou's head bent back almost instinctively as his breaths
became thick with damp moisture as that crazed mouth made delicious,
experienced marks all over his flesh that left his skin burning. He felt his
eyes beginning to droop before it registered in his mind that a knee has been
firmly placed between his legs and had been moving in perfect timing with the
ministrations on his upper body, causing his mind to cloud and his mouth to
water.

He reawakened when Bakura growled huskily as another hand pushed off a dark
blue jacket and found it's way inside his shirt to run teasingly along the
smooth planes of his stomach.

'Stop it-' Ryou barely gasped.

Bakura's hand went up his shirt and over the smooth skin of his shoulder blade
to rest on the bony lump of his shoulder and pulled down hard on the boy�s
weakening body. The other hand followed suit and with his brute force the boy
was forced down onto the ground, still on the thief's thigh that continued it's
grinding against the boy's hardening body.

Bakura smirked as the boy cooed and panted unintentionally as his slender hands
grasped the folds of the thief's shift and clung on as the rubbing became
increasingly faster and the build up increasingly stronger. Ryou clung on as
Bakura chuckled and to the boys hidden disappointment - pulled away.

Bakura gripped the boy by his slim hips and dragged him down to rest on the
wheat sack before standing up on his knees and rapidly dispensing of the
identical clothing he wore to the boy. Bakura ran an arm down the inside of the
boy's thigh to nudge the gift that waited for him.

'No!' Ryou shouted amidst his clouded, frustrated thoughts and the thief only
grinned as he stalked forward to leer over the boy as a free hand fumbled at
the buttons of Ryou's pants. The boy was squirming at the invasion and threw
his arms out to push the thief away in protest but soon faltered as ra
ra
stopped and tilted his head at the boy, as he made to move away, drawling
sulkily, 'Well. I know a certain Egyptian who wouldn't pass at the
opportunity to share the old ways. His hard, brown body holds more desirable
worth than your scrawny white one anyway.' He sneered and cast a
distasteful glance at the boy�s outstretched body.

Beneath the glee at the thief suggesting that he would leave, Ryou felt the
sting of the words and the inevitable rejection he had always felt.

He didn't realise he had just taken the bait.

Bakura's eyes regarded him briefly before he feigned rising and counted the
seconds before he would hear those delicious words.

'Wait,
Baku-'

A long, cruel finger silenced his next words. 'Do not say that name.'

Ryou blinked and cocked his head to the side, 'Then what-'

'Silence!' Bakura snarled. 'I use your name solely because I travel
in your body. Do not mistake me for a part of you.'
r>
r>
The boy released an upset groan, his forehead creasing as he went to bicker
about the insult but admitted defeat and sighed heavily before slumping into
the sack, feeling downtrodden and unfulfilled. He turned his head to stare at
the wall, allowing his downy hair to cast his eyes in shadow, to avoid that
curious gaze of the thief. Bakura stared down at the sombre features of the boy
before he smirked again and murmured. 'So predictable.'

Ryou blinked and turned a head slowly turned back and caught Bakura's smirk
before the thief outstretched a hand toward the fireplace and with a
concentrated glare, used a sufficient amount of his darker powers to conjure
fire from the shadow realm. The room was instantly bathed in a heated glow and
a triumphant look flashed over the thief�s eyes, his features seeming to become
more solid with every passing moment.

'Things change...' Bakura started, 'I'm not in Egypt any more.'
and with those words he won back the child�s temporary trust and hoisted the
boys body up to meet his warm frame and slammed his mouth down hard on the boys
tender lips. He smirked against the unmoving lips, hearing the child-like
whimper that sounded from the boy; an almost inviting message that he rarely
negated.

Bakura buried himself in the boy's neck again, eliciting those annoyingly
titillating sounds from the boy, whose reactions were spurred from the most
sensitive of touches on his body. Yet, Bakura always grew bored with sweet
tenderness. His game was rough and hard and he wanted to be grinding brutally
against the boy and pounding into him with little reservation. None of this
petty...grooming.

The thief stole the boy�s mouth again and plundered it with that tongue that
ravaged every corner of the boy�s mouth, tasting the familiarity of the living
and inhaling and exhaling the same breaths of life until he would allow the boy
to surface for air again. Bakura didn't relent in his exploratory groping of
the boy, massaging his hands down and underneath to the soft flesh of his
backside, running his hands over the youthful, hard curves that rested there,
familiarising the boy with the feeling of hands upon his nether regions. Saving
the most delicate and exceedingly frustrated bodily parts until the boy
practically begged for his body to be taken.

Bakura's mouth upon his own silenced the boy against crying out due to his
conscience that endlessly reminded him that he had just witnessed his darker
half murder a helpless man. Naturally, his body betrayed his and only paid
attention to the grinding mass of limbs that began to bring forth from him, his
most darkest and perverted thoughts that resided in the hearts of all men.
Young and old.

�Past
and present.

Amidst the heated confusion, the boy noticed deft hands undoing his pants, and
sliding them over pale thighs before a brief draft was replaced by the scalding
flesh of the other whose own impatience was more than apparent. Bakura chuckled
as Ryou realised, to his horror, that one of the pair of hands was his and
rapidly pulled them back only to have them seized by Bakura who intertwined his
fingers into them, rubbing his oddly dry palms against his own sweaty ones.
Bakura snarled and attacked Ryou's outstretched body, unable to resist the
temptation to sink his teeth into the soft flesh and bring forth blood, and so
he did. The boy's mind barely registered it as pain. It only brought forth a
moan from his lips that made Bakura's stomach in turn do a flip as he kissed
the boy hungrily again. A coppery taste eddying in his mouth that boiled down
his throat - the devil's ambrosia.

Bakura made his way down the boys body, finding himself nestled at the boy's
inner thigh where he latched on, and licked and teased the innermost groove of
the boy's thigh, emitting a much louder cry from the boy whose initial thoughts
were fear of his belongings being gnashed from the fangs of the homicidal
thief. Ryou barely felt his legs being prised apart until he felt his body open
up fully, as Bakura returned and pushed a leg up and out before hooking the
bony knee under his arm.

The boy�s eyes widened at the harsh realisation of it all. His soul screamed
for him to leave and hold tight is iis innocence. Although the straining vice
that yearned for that first step into manhood kept his body tied to the ground
and under Bakura, who was not going to play this waiting game much
longer.

A final growl issued a warning and Ryou's cry blanketed out the sounds of
panting and the crackling embers as Bakura forced himself brutally into him.
Into the tight, unyielding passage of the boy's heat and Ryou screamed again as
his arms found Bakura's hair as he wrenched it back and held on as he felt his
body being filled with a foreign and excruciatingly painful object.

Bakura only growled and remained temporarily still as he and the boy adjusted
to the tight muscles closing down around his member. First, a sign of unmarked
territory, secondly followed by the warm sensations that spread throughout his
thieving form as a sneer crossed his face as he thrust once, just for effect, and
to hear that pained whimper from the boy who had now wrapped his arms tightly
around the thief, his boyish nails ready to gouge in at the next surge of pain.
This only excited Bakura more and he thrust in deeper and let out a guttural,
animalistic cry as twin rakes of pain slashed across his back. His link with
the boy caused him to be as real as he had ever been. Bakura regarded the
beautiful look of pain that was etched on Ryou's equally beautiful face. Ryou
was so pretty to look at when he was in pain, he mused, and he pulled out and
pounded back in just to see the boys face contort with every given thrust.
Bakura continued sliding his member in and out of the tight passage that
rippled down over his every move, increasing the sensations as a suspiciously
warm liquid began to lubricate the passage more.

Bakura prayed that it was blood.

The look on Ryou's face revealed that the gods had been kind to him that night.

The boy had been avoiding his face the whole time, his eyes a scrunched up mess
of pain and torture laced with the stripping of his dignity as his body was so
carelessly plundered. Bakura panted against the moistening skin of the boy and
used a strong hand to force the boy to look at him.

Ryou
felt his jaw being wrenched back to look at the beast that stole his body from
him, and peered into those eyes. His eyes.

Bakura found the expression annoying and seized that mouth with his own again
as he bucked exceedingly faster into the boy. A final look at the boy's lidded
eyes caused him to growl and change the position of the body by hooking a leg
over his shoulder so he could strike a more sensitive spot inside the sodden
form.

Ryou felt the explosion of a thousand needles run up his spine the minute that
spot was struck with the heated tip of the thief's persistent ways and groaned
involuntarily. Bakura grinned in triumph, and continued pounding into the boy.
His
heavy body slamming into the weaker form of the child crushed him against the
wheat-sacks, morphing them out of shape as he repeatedly took the boy over and
over again, his mouth dripping with the growls and incoherent chanting of old
Egyptian curses as he felt his once sharp mind melting into a searing haze as
he felt his own end begin to shine over the horizon of Ryou's iridescent hair
against the flames.

The friction of their melding bodies was scraping the underside of Ryou's
previously neglected needs, causing the sparks of electricity from his
innermost sensitive spot that was being slammed into, to ignite his growing
manhood's need to erupt and end the beginning of his first giant step into a
new world, no matter who the beneficiary was.

Bakura felt it too and suspected through the haze that his end would match that
of his host, caused through their fraternal bonds.

As usual the thief king was right and felt his body seize up as he experienced
his body's soul, weave with that of his other half as their meshed bodies
caused both to expel their grievances together in a blur of red, white and
flickering gold. Bakura shuddered a few extra times over Ryou as he inundated
the boy's once virgin passage with his ancient seed. The boy had already
collapsed in exhaustion as the King of Thieves; who had once again taken what
he most desired, left the boy with a messy exit. His first in many a millennia�

The two sweat soaked boy�s lay intertwined against each other. One a real boy,
soft and still innocent in the eyes of others, although never again would he
feel that in his heart. And the other the embodiment of such a pure creature,
yet with a soul enriched with darkness, evil, malevolence and blatant
selfishness...yet warmed up by the flames of an ancient fire, he had used some
semblance of control and passion. No matter how dirty the circumstances.

Bakura slid up along the moist flesh and lay beside his host. His Ryou.
And grumbled a few words before drifting off into a sleep that would eventually
drag him back into the Ring again until his strength returned. Only the boy,
Ryou, lay awake, his mind cursing him for taking part in such a heinous act.

Ryou listened patiently to the many voices in his head berating him for what he
had just allowed to happen to him. Deft hands stroked the sides of the Millennium
Ring that had somehow reappeared following the end of their devilish practices.
Then with a desired flash of the Ring, the voices in his conscience stopped and
the boy smiled.

Looking down at the defeated form of the thief before him he ran a hand briefly
through the soft white hair of the other.

And Ryou realised something in that decrepit old building, just a wall away
from a bleeding corpse.

He had won.

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A/N:
I rule.

That
only took a few hours baby!

OK. So it wasn't really smut. And as usual it was probably confusing. My
stories always seem to confuse people >_<

Basically Ryou 'won' because he just found a way to manipulate Bakura. In a
kinda-dirty OOC way it was an effective way to drain Bakura of all energy,
giving Ryou a chance to do whatever. Provided he isn't practically torn in half
of course. Naughty Bakura. *whips him*.......x_x.....*grins* >=D

Anywho. I probably got a few things mixed up. Don't bitch at me. I tried to
follow the Japanese specifics of the show. We get the bizarre dubbed version,
alright? >_< *stabs Malik's English voice actor*

I just tried to make an intelligible way to include smut�gentle smut�well. OK,
so it�s not really smut. If you haven�t noticed I�m the Queen of Euphemisms
because I�m too chicken to use dirty words. And it�s not intelligible :p I
ramble�excessively.

BTW. Bakura was referring to Malik back there. I mean come on. Those two ooze
sex. O_O

'Squander: To spend extravagantly, foolishly, or wastefully.'

Either way I had fun writing it.
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