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Thief King Bakura x Reader: Chapter 3

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Two People:


A Friend and an Outlaw


You opened your eyes slowly and hazily. The buckskin wall of a tent immediately pervaded your vision, and a soft linen blanket rested lightly over your skin against the cold desert night. For a moment you wondered where you were, but then the memory of slaughter and kidnapping filled your mind, and you held very still. To your surprise, you weren't tied up, but you could hear the voices of the same criminals that had raided the manor cheering outside. You held back tears, and felt angry betrayal well up forcefully in your chest. You hadn't known the murdered slaves well, but that didn't change the fact that they'd had lives and families and feelings, not to mention the fact it was your childhood rescue-ee that had done it. The laments were abruptly cut off by a rude hand on your chin, jerking it towards two cold lilac eyes.
"If you're going to pretend to be asleep, at least keep an even breathing rate," he chided mockingly with a cruel grin.
You mentally shook the tears he'd caught brimming in your eyes. "You! You—Bakura, why did you—? Who told—? What did you do to—?" you stuttered, so many questions flooding your head at once that you couldn't think.
"Finish your questions if you're going to ask them. But if you really want to know, I killed them all," he paused to giggle darkly, "But I thought it was obvious why I did it. You really must keep up with the times. I am the Thief King, after all."
"Thief King?"
Bakura's lids lowered contemptuously. "Oh, then you've heard of my reputation. I'm so very flattered."
Irritation flooded you. How dare he speak to you like that after he'd slaughtered your fellow servants? Pulling against his grasp unsuccessfully, you shouted, "Get off!" To be responded by a derisive chuckle.
"Oh no, I'm afraid not. You see, I do what I please, being an outlaw and all, and I believe you please me at the moment," he hissed lowly. Defiant, you stuck your tongue out at him, the memories of a less wicked Bakura momentarily getting the better of you.
His eyes widened. Bakura laughed loudly, and without warning, snapped his teeth just short of your tongue, which you had luckily enough just withdrawn. Fingers still clenching your jaw line, he dragged your face closer, whispering, "Oh, why don't you come out again, I was planning on playing for a while." Your face glowing red with livid emotion, you jerked back, and he let go, only to pin an arm above your head. With the other you jabbed at him, though you mineaswell have tried to jab water. He was faster than a snake and stronger than a leopard, and used his cat-like abilities to not only dodge your attack, but slip a leg across her torso, straddling your hips. You bucked your legs with enough force to throw an ordinary man off, but Bakura merely laughed. Further infuriated, you sat up and looked him in the eye.
A low chuckle started in his throat. "Standing up to the King of Thieves are we, girl?"
Very quietly you said, "We once knew each other as Bakura and Tadina," making sure to pack plenty of bitterness into the statement.
Something flickered within the depths of his stony eyes. Without warning, Bakura seized your wrists and forced you down onto the pallet again, exposing your thinly clothed chest. "That was a lifetime ago," he hissed, watching you struggle furiously against his hold, in the process wrinkling the white shift up to your thighs.
"Then why are you doing this?" you panted, finally giving up the fight as futile.
Bakura seemed to have dropped the scornful manner to respond this time. "You saved me as a child. Who can expect anything less from a good girl? But then you smuggled me from under your own mistress's nose when clearly your better judgment was to do otherwise. You kept the necklace. Why?"
You hesitated. This had been a mystery to you for the past five years as well. It had been wrong to help Bakura, and yet you'd done in without a second thought, and kept the probably-stolen silver chain. He continued when you did not respond.
"How many more times would you have helped me, if I had asked it of you?" His hands, which had been loosening on your wrists, tightened more than ever.  "Would you have kept me from the pharaoh, even?" He leaned closer to your face, his cold eyes alight with something like curiosity, but burning with an intense seriousness that unnerved you.
"Bakura—what do you want?" you asked, feeling vulnerable under his restraining grip and penetrating gaze.  
"I've already said it," he murmured, leaning down to bite the helix of your ear lightly. You gasped as a warm tongue slid out of his mouth and followed the teeth.
Your irate conviction of his wrongdoing was beginning to struggle with a powerful surge of excitement that reached from the innermost cavity of your chest to the tips of your fingers, denying entrance to anything but the incredible sensation. The tongue traveled down from your ear to your neck, nipping it so sharply you felt blood. He snickered mischievously and lapped it up, planting firm kisses down to your collarbone. Lightheaded, it wasn't until Bakura transferred your wrists into one of his hands and began to snake up your leg with the other that you snapped back to your senses.
"No!" You yanked so violently at his hold that you nearly dislocated your shoulder blades. Bakura withdrew, startled by the sudden outburst, to stare at you. "I don't care if you are the Thief King, I don't care if you're the pharaoh himself, you are not going to take me," you squirmed your hips, looking for something to strike at, "and you're not going to get what you want this time!" You thrust your head into his chin, forcing it momentarily upwards while you grabbed the large triangle-ring that dangled from his throat in your teeth and wrenched back the twine. It held for a second, and then gave with a loud snap!
Bakura released your arms, allowing you to push on the ground and scramble out from under him to the other side of the large tent. He picked up the talisman and tossed it aside, grinning more widely than ever.
"It seems I need a chain for that thing," he said, standing, "Or perhaps for you."
As he took a step nearer, shoulders hunched in a kind of predatory stance, you thought of any way to escape. There were his men outside, on all sides, and a vast desert beyond them. You had no idea where you were, and chances of being found by anyone capable enough to defeat the hoard of thieves outside were next to nothing. Bakura took another step closer, and it seemed you were utterly trapped, unable to fight the powerful adversary that was advancing on you. Hate, strong and fresh, brewed in your chest at the powerlessness of your situation. All you had were words.
"Stop," you said, shying away as he came closer. Why on earth should he stop? "Think about this. I'm more trouble than I'm worth."
"On the contrary my dear, I live for trouble."
Okay, bad approach. "There hundreds more girls who'd be willing to… to… be with you. Prettier ones."
A manic laugh stole over him, and before you could open your mouth to object, Bakura hand laid both large hands on your shoulders and towed you forward. The sapphire, which had been outside of your dress this whole time, glittered as he lifted it up to her eye level.
"Do you know why I gave you this?" he asked in a low voice.
Not seeing the relevance his question posed you replied, "A-a thanks?"
"It was to mark you," he was serious again, no longer teasing, disdain evaporated, "as mine." He met your eyes and you saw a burning, longing ache where the cold hardness had been. Transfixed by the change, you gazed up at him, forgetting that you were less than a foot away from the man you'd been trying to flee a minute before. "If I wanted another girl, I wouldn't have gone through the effort of raiding Anahashpat's manor. The pharaoh would have been very easy to attack tonight, what with all the distracting festivities and drunken guards. As for prettier, well… there aren't many."
You opened your mouth, but Bakura drew you into an embrace before you could say anything. It was actually very nice, despite his naked chest and towering height, and you tentatively reached your arms around his back. For a few moments he held you there, warm and secure, before tightening his grip and moving backwards, toward the pallet. Frightened, you let go and tried to push him off.
"I'm not going to do anything. I'd really prefer you to be into it as well if I were going to," he said softly, still pulling you back.
Wondering whether to trust him or not, you paused your resistance and let Bakura draw you to the bed, where he released your torso, laying down and motioning for you to do the same. Hesitating, you sank to your knees.
"Bakura, why do all of this for someone you've only known for a few minutes?"
He placed a hand on your shoulder and pushed you gently but firmly onto the blankets. "Why would you help me escape justice when you knew me for even less time?"
"I don't know, it just seemed like we'd been friends—"
"—for a long time," he finished, smirking. Again he wrapped his arms around you, the defined muscles rippling as he brought your soft body against his lean one.
"Maybe we have been," you muttered into his darkened skin.
Bakura nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, the wild, fleece-white hair tickling your face.
"Perhaps." The warmth of his breath over your sensitive neck made you shiver, and Bakura chuckled wickedly. He ran a hand lightly from your shoulder to your leg, barely touching at all, prompting you to stiffen and inhale sharply. He brought it back up to rest on the small of your back, pressing in on it and bringing your bodies even closer. You had the sudden, inexplicable impulse to wrap a leg around him, but, embarrassed by the urge, just pressed your face in harder to Bakura's chest.
"Goodnight," came his roguish comment.
Slowly relaxing, you replied, "Goodnight." This wasn't so bad. Not bad at all. Melting into the King of Thieves, falling sleep… it was a bit pleasant.
"Alright, this time when I took it from my Quizilla account, I edited it pretty heavily, and changed the ending. Personally, I like it like this much better. The original Tadina reminded me a bit too much of Bella -.-' so I made her a little more kick-butt. Still, kick-butt-ness doesn't help you when you're up against someone as insanely strong as Bakura *naughty chuckle*. It gets a bit erotic here, although I'm way to cowardly to do a lemon, but it gets almost smutty fluffy."
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WHAT WAS I THINKING. SUCH A FREAKING WEEABOO. FUCK THIS SHIT.
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