Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Haunted Thoughts ❯ Chapter 1

AN: This was the Romance category winner of the 2003 First Unofficial YGO Fanficion Contest (aka Project Yu-Gi-Oh!) and was originally meant to be a oneshot. However, my muse has been at work and giving me ideas so I may add on to this later on.

In the meantime, enjoy and feel free to let me know whether you liked it or not!

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She could feel him.

She rubbed her hands up and down her sleeveless arms at the elusive chills that tingled across her skin as she walked back home in the cool spring night. She'd been helping Yugi at his grandfather's shop and, though he'd offered to walk her back, she had gently refused claiming that she could take care of herself.

The only problem was that when there was no one else with her to distract her, her mind inevitably turned back to the one who seemed to be haunting her thoughts. It was a horrible habit she had tried hard to break in the weeks following the end of the Battle City event because it seemed like a betrayal of her friends to be thinking about the enemy who had given them so many problems. And she knew that her friends were picking up on her problem judging from the concerned glances they slid her though she refused to talk about the particulars of what was bothering her. Her thoughts, her actions - they continuously made her feel guilty. And she felt silly and almost disgusted with herself for never being able to tear away her fascination for someone she had no business preoccupying herself with - the yami of the Millennium ring.

Just as she could sense the differences between Yugi and his darker counterpart Yami, she felt she had been able to do the same between Ryou Bakura and his evil spirit.

But it sounded ridiculous when she thought longer about it, thinking she had some connection to the evil spirit. It was especially crazy when she kept getting the feeling that he was nearby. She kept those impressions firmly to herself though for fear of causing her friends even more concern. After all, if Ryou Bakura hadn't sensed his yami's presence after Battle City when Marik said he'd destroyed him, then why should she feel that he was still around?

Yet, oddly enough, she hoped that he was.

How crazy was that?

Obviously the weird attraction directed towards the evil spirit was messing with her mind what with the way she kept getting distracted with thoughts of him intruding upon her consciousness and imagining that she felt his presence nearby.

Just as she was doing now.

Anzu looked around, frowning and belittling herself for her overactive imagination as she observed that no one but her was roaming the streets at this time of night. She let out a forlorn sigh as she reached her house, stopping at the entrance while she fumbled with her key. She had just cracked the door open when a sudden force came barreling at her from behind, knocking her into the darkened interior of the house. The sound of the door slamming shut dimly registered as she fell to the floor, landing with a grunt on her back, a heavy weight landing on top of her.

Glimpsing a mane of white, she stuttered in alarmed surprise, "B-Bakura?"

As soon as she said it, she knew she was wrong as she finally got a glimpse of his expression, highlighted by the moonlight steaming in from a nearby window. That cynical smirk and glittering pair of dark eyes could belong to only one.

"You!" she gasped in shock. Then, realizing their position, she began to squirm. "Get the hell off of me!"

He didn't budge. "What? No kiss hello? And after it's been such a long time since you've seen me too. Now, that's not what I call being friendly, is it?"

"Why should I be friendly to you?" she hissed.

"True. In any case, I came here for something else."

"And what would that be?" Her eyes flashed angrily. "If this has to do with some sort of revenge-"

He laughed harshly. "Nothing of the sort. Though I won't complain if it does turn out that way."

"What the heck does that mean?"

"It means I have something else planned for tonight's entertainment."

He settled his hips more deeply against hers, smirking down at her as her eyes widened when she registered the firm bulge wedged up against her crotch. With her legs splayed to either side of his hips in the position they had fallen in and her arms trapped between the hard press of their bodies, she could do little to defend against him. Swallowing hard in a surge of alarm, she stared up at him with no small amount of disbelief.

"You've got to be kidding!"

"Does it really feel like that?" he purred silkily.

"But you've been missing for weeks! You couldn't possibly just pop up out of the blue just for this!"

"Why not?"

She stared at him flabbergasted. "It'll be rape!"

"Come now. I think we both know that it wouldn't be that at all."

She stiffened, shuddering at his dark tone. "I don't know what you mean."

He arched his hips, pressing against her and making her eyes fly wide open with a gasp at the sensation as he observed her with a knowing look. "I believe you know exactly what I mean."

She shook her head, a bit desperate. "No."

"Oh, yes. You can't deny the pull between us."

At that, her eyes narrowed. "You did this, didn't you? Some spell or something - admit it. What did you do to me?

"Please," he snorted disgustedly. "As if I would deliberately tie myself to some mortal who continuously rattles off annoying speeches of friendship." His face took on a cast of irritation.

Feeling insulted suddenly, her eyes narrowed at his tone. "Well, if you dislike me so much, then why are you doing this?"

"Because I can," he said arrogantly. "And because you'll let me."

"Why you-!"

"Ah, ah, ah," he tsked. A hand came up, playing lazily over the skin of her collarbone exposed by her tank top and sending goose bumps prickling across her flesh. "There's no use denying it."

"Y-you can't do this." She silently cursed herself for the way her breath hitched. "What if my parents catch us here? Then what are you going to do?"

"And will they come?" he drawled huskily as he bent his head closer to hers.

With his penetrating eyes staring at her like that, demandingly, as his warm breath wafted across her skin, the truth was involuntarily forced from her.

"No," she whispered. "They're on a trip and won't be back for a week."

"A week, hmm?" He leaned down more, brushing a light kiss across her lips. "How convenient."

"I don't want this." Her voice was weak, breathy.

"You shouldn't lie, it doesn't suit you." His gaze pierced her. "If you truly wanted an out, you could have screamed at any time for someone to help. But instead of trying to attract the attention of your neighbors, you've been chatting with me. Now, why is that, hmm?" A dark grin slashed across his features. "It's because you want what you know will happen next."

Her eyes widened at his words and, before she could voice a defense, he didn't give her a chance to speak as he swooped down and captured her mouth in another kiss, not light this time but possessive, almost punishing as his tongue forcefully swept into the wet cavern beyond her soft lips. She tried to pull back but the hand fisted through her hair held her in place for his intimate attack. Her hands balled his shirt in her grasp as she tried to push him off to no avail; he was too strong for that and with her form bearing the weight of his, she was at a definite disadvantage to which he made full use of.

She gave a thought to biting down on his plundering tongue, but the idea was fleeting as the wet sensuous slide of stroking flesh distracted her, drew her, seduced her from passive unresponsiveness to willing participant as she made her own first tentative forays. Her first motions were almost shy as she pushed against the wet insertion connecting them but grew bolder until she was delving into his mouth with an eagerness that stoked the lust growing between them in this passionate duel. A dark chuckle of satisfaction rumbled into her open mouth at her contributing actions to the sumptuous play of twining tongues and the low moan of need that issued from her throat to his. Still possessing her mouth and her attention, he shifted his upper torso so that he had more maneuvering room to explore the other parts of her that called to him.

One forearm on the floor bracing him, his other hand was free to move, sliding from the silky tendrils of her hair, over the smooth line of her neck, and down luscious skin until reaching the swell of her breasts. He cupped and kneaded the one round and luscious weight, feeling the hardening of nipple through the material of her tank top and the thin lace of the bra she wore beneath it.

Fire shot through her and she moaned into his mouth, arching and driving herself deeper into the warmth of his hand. She mewled restlessly at his ministrations, wanting more and unknowing of how the sounds she made fueled his own impatience.

The sudden loss of his hand and a quiet snick snagged her attention, causing her to open eyes closed in pleasure that went wide with fear at what she saw. A silent scream clogged in her throat as light glittered off the pocketknife he held. Terror that she was going to die froze her as he brought the knife closer for an abrupt slash.

She stared at him in speechless shock as the tight material of her clothes immediately sprung apart with the passing of blade that sundered the tension of woven threads. And as more of her body was bared to his gaze, he smirked down into her pale features.

"This is faster," was all he said.

He discarded his knife with a careless toss before renewing his attack upon her, distracting her with the slide of his mouth over exposed skin as he brushed away the remnants of the material that still clung to her until she lay nude and vulnerable before him. Drawn by the rosy tip that crowned the pale flesh of one breast, he sought to capture it in the wet prison of his mouth, drawing low mewling sounds from her with every tug of lips and teeth as the ancient spirit exercised his knowledge of the carnal upon her body.

She should protest, she knew. Some little voice whispered to her at the back of her mind that she would regret this later. But that voice was faint and no match for the sensations he was shooting through her, fueled by unconscious longings that had been building within her for quite some time no matter how much she had try to ignore or deny them. And as the wet heat of his mouth and his caressing touches reduced her to a quivering mass of aching, she let everything slip away but him and the things he made her feel.

A scrape of teeth across nipple had her tunneling fingers through his pale locks of hair, pressing him deeper in want for more as blissful feelings continued darting through her, surging higher as one of his hands toyed with her other breast and increased her delight. Limbs moved restlessly as his other hand stroked down her side, caressing skin and leaving a path of fiery tingles in its wake as he made his way to her aching center, damp with need in longing. Then he touched her and her back bowed as she cried out sharply against the surprise and pleasure of having the heat of his palm cradling her most sensitive of areas as no one had ever done before. As his fingers moved gently but surely, parting folds of soft flesh, her chest heaved with panting breaths at the heat building within her as all of her being seemed to concentrate on that spot between her legs that he played upon with the skill of a maestro directing an orchestra.

Then she gasped, eyes flying wide open when she felt a finger sliding through moistness and into her channel. Muscles involuntarily clamped down on the intrusion, only succeeding in increasing the friction as he continued to invade, stretching her, and all she could do was moan, helpless against the onslaught of sensations sweeping over her.

"So tight," he whispered darkly, voice vibrating against her. "Will I be the first?"

But she couldn't answer him, barely even hearing what he said so lost to the hot feelings possessing her as she was. She could only writhe, thighs splaying further apart, unconsciously inviting more of the sensuous ministrations that she craved.

And he complied, slipping another digit inside of her and stretching her more for he enjoyed the feel of her just as much she as well as the mewling cries he wrung from her that fueled his lust and his sense of power. He ruled over her body and demonstrated his influence as he captured her lips in a deep kiss while he thrust his fingers in rhythmic stoked in and out of her, faster and faster, stoking the heat gripping her until she shattered in a bursting climax that shook her frame as it trembled against him.

Panting harshly, she could only stare at him in a pleasurable haze as he lifted further from her. She watched, dazed, as he pulled free from her body's vise and brought his hand up, revealing the glistening of her juices. Her breath hitched when, holding her gaze with his own, he drew the evidence of her lust closer to his mouth and licked, tongue flickering out until he'd made himself clean.

"Delicious."

She shuddered as his husky voice wrapped around her with it's own brand of caress. Heat coursed through her once again as she finally had enough presence of mind to note that he was still fully clothed while she remained lying nude and open, like a concubine before her master. She flushed at the analogy though it seemed to knock some logic about the situation back into her. It was only temporary, however, as she became distracted at the clinking sounds as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, drawing the cotton cloth of his jeans down enough around his hips to release him to her shocked gaze. Unable to look away as another surge of heat flowed through her, she unconsciously licked her lips.

"Only fair to the return the favor, isn't it?" he addressed her seductively.

Uncertainty gripped her at his words for she'd never done anything like what he was suggesting before. But despite her hesitancy and the small resistance of her muscles, he firmly urged her head closer with steady pressure until the tip of him nudged her lips. Unsure, she rolled her eyes up to him to find him gazing down at her with implicit command. Beneath that penetrating stare, she gave a light experimental lick with her tongue, startled when it seemed to jerk a little with the touch. She tried it again and, when he made no sound of protest, grew more confident as she allowed her curiosity to guide her as she explored him.

She enjoyed the resiliency of his flesh beneath her tongue, the filling sensation when she popped the head of him into her mouth, the silky smoothness of that sensitive flesh to her touch. The salty taste of him aroused her, as did the approving murmurs that she elicited from his throat, which was why she couldn't help the soft sound of disappointment that escaped her lips when he tugged her head away.

"Now, now," he admonished with a trace of dark amusement. "No need to have it over so soon. I have something else in mind."

He tumbled her onto her back, engaging her in another duel of tongues to which she responded instantly as his hands swept down her body, setting off sparks in the places he touched. He reached her crotch, almost surprised to find her still so very hot and wet as she pleadingly pressed into his hand.

Absorbed with him, wanting more of him, she delved into his mouth with delirious abandon as her hands wandered over him, fisting fitfully in the material covering his back as it hindered her touch. She whimpered as she tugged, wanting his bare skin free to her longing caresses. Her desire registering in his mind, he pulled back just long enough to pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside, giving her one brief glimpse of smooth muscled flesh before he bent down to her again. She groaned into his kiss as his hand returned to that aching spot at the apex of her thighs, the heat flashing through sending her fingers wandering restlessly over his exposed skin, reveling in the feel of him beneath her caresses.

Then he shifted, replacing his stroking fingers at her nether region with a thicker, blunter instrument. As that thickness slowly pressed into her, parting her, sending rivulets of fire rippling up her insides, the desire to have more of him had her abruptly arching her hips into his.

His mouth swallowed her sudden cry at the brief stab of pain that shot through her as she stiffened. He stilled, drawing back to look into her wide eyes with what seemed to be concern in glistening in his own.

But then the pain faded, replaced with something else, and urging to move and so she did with an experimental rocking of her hips that brought her nothing but bliss. Taking her cue, he bent back towards her, leaning down to suckle a rosy nipple as he began thrusting into her, wringing more needy cries from her throat.

"Yami," she moaned.

He stiffened.

At his sudden stillness, confused with his abrupt halt, she glanced at him questioningly to find him glaring at her with an angry heat.

"Don't call me that," he hissed.

She blinked. "What?"

"Don't be a fool," he said in disgust. "That's his name."

"Yami? But you are one, aren't you?" Her tone took on a hint of exasperation. "If I can't call you that, then what should I call you? Yami Bakura is too much of a mouthful."

"Bakura."

"Eh? But Bakura is-"

"Also me," he interrupted. Then he added, "Though I despise claiming any connection to that weakling."

"But won't it get confusing calling both you and him by-"

"Just do it!"

"Geez, no need to get so testy." She glared. "You do realize the mood has been ruined now, don't you?"

He smiled.

She shivered.

"Is it?" he asked softly.

A roll of his hips proved her wrong when he pressed deeper into her where they were still joined, sending electric tingles shooting through her. She arched, moaned, hitched her legs high around his waist instinctively to get closer to that thrusting rhythm he was plunging within her, slow at first, then picking up speed with every stroke.

As the fire burning within her was fanned higher with every movement, she clutched desperately at the sweat-slicked skin of his back, urging him as close as she could get him while her mouth seemed to fuse to his. She whimpered as the pressure building within her expanded, pushed at her as the sensations grew to monstrous proportions and sought escape from her body which began to feel too small to contain it all. Afraid she'd be swallowed by the roiling feelings tumbling through her, she tried to pull back, to retreat to safer ground, but there was no where to go as he allowed her no escape as he continued pounding within her mercilessly.

Then she broke, shattered, crying out as she bucked beneath him while the world splintered and exploded around her, leaving her shuddering against him in the overwhelming aftershocks. She was dimly aware of his body stiffening above hers and then the hoarse, masculine shout reverberating in the dark that enveloped them as his frame shook for indeterminable quaking moments before he collapsed upon her cushiony form.

After harsh panting gradually eased to a more regular pace, still feeling limp, she turned her head to regard him drowsily only to discover him already gazing at her with an inscrutable expression in his mysterious eyes. Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, uncertain, and shocked at what she'd just done, not to mention with whom, she was at a loss for what to say.

"Don't think about it so much," he told her.

He shifted until he was lying more comfortably on his side and moved one arm to draw her closer until she was nestled snugly against his chest. She was too surprised by his almost tender actions to protest and lay there as exhaustion lapped at her senses.

"Then what should I think about?" she asked sleepily, eyelids drooping.

"Nothing." His low tone was nearly lulling to her ears, as was the gentle stroking of his fingers through her hair. "Tomorrow will come soon enough to deal with everything so, for now, just accept the way things are and let all else go. Just rest."

He almost smiled at her low incomprehensible murmur as she seemed to take heed of his words, letting go of everything for the moment as she snuggled up against him. And he enjoyed the weight of her, the soft feel of her, against him as he gave her an unseen glance of possessiveness. He secretly relished the presence of her; the one who'd haunted his thoughts until he could no longer stay away, when even spying on her from afar the past weeks hadn't been enough to keep him at bay. Though he'd acted somewhat impulsively today and wasn't completely certain what he wanted to come next, for now, lying here like this with her was all he needed and all he wanted to concentrate on.

Suddenly, she startled him as she jerked upwards abruptly, staring at him with a disgruntled frown as he reclined on the hard floor, apprehensive as to what was on her mind and apparently clouding her thoughts. Under his wary gaze, she regarded him seriously despite the sleepiness in her gaze.

"You know," she told him solemnly, "I do have a bed."