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You're not alone

Summary: After Atem and Bakhura die they reach a truce, and sometimes Bakhura stays to sleep in the pharaoh's room, that night is the first time they exchange more than two words.

Am I posting a fic on tumblr? Yeah, english is not my first language, sorry if there is a mistake.

Warnings: light angst, they are in afterlife, Atem has a crisis and Bakura comfort him.

His hearing was well trained to detect even the slightest noise, when you were on your own it was the only thing you could do to survive another day of the dangers of the elements, so when the breathing of the person behind him underwent a small change he knew that he had woken up, the truth was that Atem had a very irregular sleeping rhythm, Bakhura knew this because he had observed him during the nights they shared a bed.

He never bothered to know why and Atem never tried to explain it, maybe it was something unspoken between them like everything else, like the meals left in the kitchens, the gold and jewelry objects and the silent invitation to sleep together with a small space in the king's bed.

Bakhura never wanted to know and Atem never wanted to talk, until that night.

"Do you ever miss him?" Bakhura could pretend to be asleep, he would be coherent and Atem would probably go back to sleep after a while, but the tired voice squeezed the former thief's heart.

"I don't know" and it was true, he was never able to form a healthy bond with his host, Zorc had taken it upon himself to make him insensitive to use as he pleased and then Bakhura had disappeared from Bakura Ryō's life.

"How you do not know? You should" Bakhura rolled his eyes that he still had closed, these were the most words that both had exchanged in a long time.

"Gods, go to sleep" the movement of the body behind him startled him and then he was lying on his back with the pharaoh sitting on his lap glaring at him, Bakhura did not feel intimidated, he never had.

"No! How do you stand it!? There is so much space, so much silence! I hate him!" He sobbed, burying his hands in his hair, Bakhura observed his face contorted in that grimace of despair and agony, until a while ago he would have enjoyed it, he would have laughed and humiliated him, Today? Today he only felt sorry for the poor boy who, like him, had seen everything he loved and longed for destroyed and turned into ashes without being able to do anything about it.

Bakhura raised his left hand, placing it on the Atem's sweaty neck, pulling the pharaoh down against his chest and holding him like that, in a tight, uncomfortable embrace that made them both tense.

How long had it been since they touched another human being? It seemed like more than three thousand years.

In the end Atem relaxed, leaning his head on the thief's chest and looking out the balcony, at the always perfect night full of stars.

"I don't want to be alone" Atem's fists clench and Bakhura felt the slight wetness of tears wetting his skin, he kept his hand on the back of the boy king's neck and upper back.

"The chocolate," he whispered in a low voice, fearing to ruin the peaceful atmosphere in which they had immersed themselves, Atem made a noise in his throat that Bakhura interpreted as meaning that he would continue speaking. "In winter Ryō liked to make hot chocolate with mint sticks, it's something I wouldn't mind having again."

Bakhura hoped that this would serve to express that perhaps somewhere in his being he did miss the child who had housed his soul in his body and had tried to make him feel welcome even if it hurt him.

Atem moved over him, moved his hand away, letting him move freely, maybe he had helped him because yes, he missed his host, so Atem wasn't the only one who couldn't stand loneliness, he would probably get exhausted again and sleep for the rest of the night in peace, until Atem held his cheeks, the look Atem was giving him was too soft, his eyes looked even deeper than they normally would be and Bakhura choked on the air he tried to breathe when the Pharaoh's face approached his.

Bakhura closed his eyes, he was sure that with how fast his heart was beating it would burst out of his chest, and when their lips touched, oh, how perfect it was, so soft, like the touch of a feather on his skin.

Then Atem pulled away and they looked into each other's eyes, and Bakhura, greedy as he had always been, wanted more, he lifted himself up enough to reach the pharaoh's warm lips again and his hands went to the lower back to support the lithe and thin body close to him, his lips moved awkwardly revealing the characteristic inexperience of a first kiss.

The second time they separated they leaned their foreheads together trying to process what had happened, Bakhura couldn't hold back the words that came out of his mouth before he could think about them.

"You're not alone, not anymore" yet, he knew it was true, after all, they would always be connected beyond what was humanly understandable.

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