Jealousy

Summary: Summery nights are perfect breeding grounds to exert one's frustration. Atem x Thief Bakura

Rating: T

Jealousy

Atem held back a groan when he realized he was no longer alone in his private gardens.

After finishing a rather tedious day, he had hoped to spend some of the summery night away outside by himself. It had been too hot to stay in his private chambers and really too hot to wear his normal attire. In fact, the young king was only wearing his kilt along with the usual gold jewelry to ease the heat, if only a little. The last thing he wanted right now was to be interrupted.

Turning around to face his intruder, Atem's eyes widen in shock when he saw the familiar tanned, white haired man with the distinguished scar on his right cheek leaning against a pillar. "Bakura!"

The thief smirked as he pushed himself off of the pillar. "Miss me, Pharaoh?"

Atem immediately reached for the hilt of his blade, fully on his guard. If the bastard had managed to get this far without being detected then Atem was sure that the sentry nearby would be of no help to him. The thief had most likely taken them out and that meant it would take longer then Atem would've like for somebody to come to his aid should he need it. It looks like, for the time being, he was on his own now.

Bakura held up his hands in mock surrender as he advanced toward him, his eyes flashing in the moonlight. "Relax, this is a friendly visit."

"Oh, really?" Atem said sarcastically. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" He didn't want Bakura getting any closer than he was getting but, Atem realized that the back of his calves were against the walls of the pool, making his options of keeping his distance from the thief limited since he could only move sideways. Moving quickly before the thief got too close, Atem moved to his right and into open space as Bakura watched him.

"Oh, I just thought that I'd stroll in since it seems you've forgotten the pleasure of being in my company," replied Bakura mischievously as he continued to move towards the wary king, undeterred.

Atem snorted, still backing away. "I'd rather not be in your company at all, tomb robber, so unless you've come to try and finish me off state your real reason for coming here."

Staring at him intently, Bakura licked his lips at the sight. He couldn't have come at a better night; the young king was practically baring all except for the kilt he was wearing...but that could easily be taken care of. All he needed was an opening to set his plan into motion. Mentally thanking the gods Bakura said silkily, "I believe I did already but I'll explain a little bit clearer since you didn't get it the first time: I want to make sure you haven't forgotten me." His tone suddenly turned serious as he added, "I've heard about your new pet that's always at your side. He probably keeps you company on nights like these since I've been gone. So, I came here to see only you...just to have you all to myself."

"My priest does not 'keep me company' as you say and you will not talk about him in such a disrespectful manner!" said Atem, assuming that was who the thief was referring to and blatantly ignoring the latter part of the thief's statement. He didn't like were this conversation was heading but he had a sinking feeling on what Bakura was here for.

Bakura laughed. "Is that so? The little king doesn't have his priest to entertain him?"

Atem was about to bark out a nasty response when he suddenly felt his back hit a pillar. Glancing behind him as if to reaffirm that he really was against a pillar, Atem realized a second too late his mistake. Bakura was on him an instant, dodging the attack to his throat before grabbing Atem's hand that held the knife and giving it a hard twist.

Atem cried out in pain as Bakura pressed him against the pillar, his body crushing against the thief's own while his other hand was pinned above his head. He tried to struggle his hands free but it was futile; the pain was increasing the longer he held on so Atem let the knife drop to the floor with a clatter.

Bakura smirked victoriously as he kicked the knife away. "That wasn't so hard now was it?"

"Bastard," Atem growled through gritted teeth. "Release me!"

"I'd love to," said Bakura seductively. "Even more so since I can do it better than your beloved priest."

I don't know what you're talking about!" Atem said, his voice raising a little as he tried to wiggle his wrist out of the thief's bruising grip. He was getting a really bad feeling about all of this and he was starting to panic. "Let go of me now, thief!"

Bakura laughed softly, his hot breath ghosting over Atem's neck causing him to freeze. "Shall I show you what I mean then?"

Not waiting for an answer, Bakura released Atem's wrist before pulling his leg up to hold against his own hip, grinding them against Atem's as he did so. He was loving the feeling but at the same time he was wishing he didn't have so much clothes to hinder the experience. He wanted—no—needed to feel more, to cover every inch of that exotic, bronze body and claim it for himself; something that bastard of a priest will never so much as touch.

Atem's breath caught in his throat. Stunned didn't even begin to cover the feeling Atem was experiencing at the moment. He couldn't believe Bakura, of all people, was doing this to him; no one had ever touched him like the way the thief was currently doing, not even his high priest. This was entirely a new experience to him and as he felt Bakura's impressive arousal against him, he was ashamed to admit that he was beginning to harden at the contact. It was made worse when a soft moan escaped his own lips as Bakura roughly kissed and nipped his neck. But the sound alone was enough to bring him back to his senses and he began to try to free himself again.

"Stop fighting so hard," commanded Bakura, his hand sliding under Atem's kilt to firmly grope his firm ass. The young king gasped and Bakura took the opportunity to give a punishing kiss, effectively stopping all movements as he forced his tongue inside that hot, moist mouth.

Bakura enjoyed the soft noise his small captive made but it wasn't enough; he was determined to make the young king writhed against him and begging for more. Gods willing, he'll have enough time to achieve it.

Atem's lips were bruising under the sheer force of Bakura's kiss as he continued to feel him up, and he felt these weird, but not unpleasant, feelings as his body reacted to the thief's touches. He knew what was happening was wrong and that he should be fighting harder because of it, but his mind was having a hard time catching up to what his inexperience body was desiring so badly. Everything was happening so fast that he was getting lost in the hazy mess of his newly awaken hormones. The only thought that managed to cross his mind was that Bakura must be extremely jealous of Seto to risk getting caught.

When Bakura finally pulled away, the young king was left panting heavily but had finally ceased struggling against him. That was fine since he was sure his time was running out. Kissing along Atem's jawline toward his ear Bakura couldn't help murmuring, "You've no idea how long I've wanted to do this," before licking the curve of his ear.

Atem couldn't stop the shudder that went through him as Bakura moved away from his ear and started trailing kisses down his neck. "I could guess..."

Grinning, Bakura glided his lips along Atem's collarbone before biting hard enough to leave a mark causing the smaller man to curse loudly.

"By Ra," Atem hissed as Bakura sucked lightly on the spot. "What was that for?"

"Just making sure that whenever you're with your priest you won't forget who it is you belong to," answered Bakura.

Easily dodging the blow he knew was coming, he released the irate king and danced out of reach just as he heard footsteps approaching.

Damn, Bakura thought angrily. He had taken to long playing around and now he was left wanting. At least he could take satisfaction in the obvious mark on the king's collarbone. Besides, he had plenty of time for round two before the mark faded away and he could make new ones in its place.

Pushing himself away from the pillar Atem venomously growled, "How dare you! I don't belong to you, the priest, or anyone for that matter. It is not my fault you're so damned jealous!"

"Who said anything about being jealous? It's not like your priest has anything on me." Bakura said haughtily as he began to back away.

Atem's mind was clearing and he could now hear the sounds of others approaching as well. With a sense of dread, he realized he was going to have a hard time coming up with some explanation for the mark and the slight bulge in his skirt. This was turning out to be an extremely long night.

"Pharoah!"

Atem recognized the voice belonging to his high priest Seto and he turned around to look behind him. He could see him faintly in the dark, along with several guards running towards them and he wasn't sure if he should be relived or angry at the sight.

Turning back to the thief, he was only half surprised to see him standing mere inches from his face and staring at him hungrily.

Bakura stole himself a quick kiss before promising softly, "All see you again, my Pharaoh, and next time we won't be interrupted."

And then he was off, moving swiftly and silently across the garden before disappearing into the shadows of the night.

Atem couldn't help but smirked at the thief's assumption. If there was a next time he was going give the bastard the beating of his life; he wasn't going to let him catch him off guard like that ever again. Ha, next time indeed!

The footsteps were getting louder now and Atem sighed heavily as he walked into shadowy part of the garden where his knife was. Just as he bent to pick it up, Seto was the first to reach him, still wearing his formal attire even on a hot night like this.

"My Pharaoh, are you alright? I saw that-" he started but Atem raised his hand, cutting him off.

"I'm fine, Seto, Bakura just thought it would be funny to pay me visit."

A/N: This is now going to be a two-shot and not a one-shot anymore but don't get thrilled! Next one-shot will be scandalshipping :D :D

So here's a bit of a preview:

Jealousy pt. 2

Seto's expresson soften somewhat before becoming solemn. Letting go of the pharaoh's hand, he moved to stand in front of him and placed his hands on the desk on either side of Atem, effectively trapping him.

"This may be the worst time to admit something like this to you so I apologize ahead of time, " the priest began...

Ah, I want to say I'll see you soon but idk. I won't have a computer for long which is why I haven't updated my stories in the first place but maybe I can post it on livejournal (check my profile) since it doesn't require me to upload a document before publishing...Idk, I haven't decided let, eheh ^^; I'll see y'all before the summer's over with that's for sure so don't give up on me yet!