Just a Game

By K-chan

AN: Wahaha! This is my first lemon.. so be gentle.. it started as a PWP, but ended up having a tiny plot at the end ^^' Hope you like it! Oh and warning this fic is Yami Malik/Tea! No flames please =)

I'm not really sure how it all got started. Looking back on it now, it seems as if this game between us has gone on forever. Everyone always looked to me to be the eternal optimist, always happy, never sad, and most of all nothing more than maternal. To everyone I was merely 'Tea', the good girl and everyone's best friend.

That was, until he came along.

He has the power to completely possess someone, mind, body and soul. That's what he did to me. He knew he didn't need to use his Millennium power to do it either. One look from his smokey indigo eyes sent me over the edge, changing who I was in an instant. He brings out the worst in me, but at the same time the real me. Around him I don't have to pretend to be something I'm not.

I stepped into the shady room, closing the door quietly behind me. Shadows are cast everywhere, obscuring what little furniture occupies the fairly large space. Candle light flickered from the three candles that lined the wall to my right, adding to the already eerie atmosphere.

I could feel him watching me, even though I couldn't see him yet. My eyes were slow to adjust to the dark room. He said nothing as I stepped further into the room, dropping my purse on the carpeted floor beside the door.

"You're late." He finally spoke, his voice low and husky.

I shrugged, knowing full well that I was only minutes late. He, however, hated tardiness.

"I was delayed." I replied taking another step in the direction of his voice. A coy smile played on my lips and I allowed my hips to sway seductively as I walked closer to him. "I'll make it up to you…" my voice trailed off, taking a husky tone of its own.

I could feel his amusement, and my body began to tingle as I felt, rather than saw, his eyes run down my figure.

"Is that so?" He said, amusement and excitement lacing his tone. "Show me."

It was a command, not a request, but I was used to it. He very rarely asked for anything.

"Mm…" I stopped in the middle of the room, my now accustomed eyes sweeping the remaining part, looking for my audience.

He was sitting against the far wall in a throne like arm chair. He was bathed in shadow, the Millennium Eye on his forehead glowing softly. His elbow was propped up on one arm, his head resting gently against his splayed fingers, watching me with predatory eyes.

I began slowly -the way I was sure he liked it- catching hold of the zipper and the front of my pale pink sweater. Tugging on it I began to slowly unzip the garment, slipping my arms out of the sleeves and dropping it to the floor. I was incredibly nervous, I had never stripped for anyone before. He had always divested me of my clothing. A grunt of approval kept me going, however, and with slow, precise movements I spun around -swaying my hips as I did so- and unzipped the back of my skirt, allowing the flaps to gape open, revealing the tops of the white bikini briefs I had on underneath. Wiggling by butt back and forth I felt the smooth material slide down my legs to pool at my feet.

With out turning around, I bent over, flicking the buckle on each of my sandals before straightening, running my hands up my legs and over my hips slowly. Then stepping out of the unbuckled sandals.

When I I turned again, I stood before him dressed only in a tight black nylon tank top with no bra, and my white underwear. Once again with deliberate slowness, I reached down and pulled the stretchy material up, lingering slightly when it reached my breasts, and pulled it over my head, dropping it with my other clothes.

I heard him make an appreciative sound low in his chest as my breasts became visible and I flushed. After all this time I still blushed when he saw me naked.

"Come here." He commanded suddenly, before I could get my underwear off.

As I stepped in front of him, he stood and I tucked a strand of my auburn hair behind my ear nervously. He had a way about him that makes me weak in the knees, and my stomach fluttery.

"Undress me."

I didn't need to be told twice and took another step forward, reaching out and touching the waistband of his pants. Unlike with my own disrobing, I wasted no time stripping him of his tight black wife beater and beige khaki pants. My lips closely followed my hands as they landed on his well-muscled chest, my tongue gliding across his silky warm skin.

He tasted like midnight rain and darkness, a taste that was hard to describe, in fact it was impossibly to describe with concrete language. I was mildly surprised when he didn't stop my forward attempts. He was always in control. But, thinking about it I knew he still was. He was letting me 'make it up to him'.

The tips of my rock hard nipples brushed his chest as I stood slightly on my tippy toes to nip at his neck. He growled low in his throat at this action, a sign that I was doing well. Beginning my descent down his body once more, I swirled my tongue over his collarbone and bit at his nipples, blowing gently and causing small goose bumps to form all over his skin.

A shiver traveled down his spine and the growl was louder this time. It was a pleasured growl, but also a warning that I was treading a bit to far in my teasing. He didn't like to be teased. I smiled against his stomach. Curling my fingers into the rim of the boxers he still wore, I pulled them down and dropped fully to my knees in front of him.

I lay gentle kisses in the soft hair of his lower stomach, running my fingers over his already hard member. Pressing more kisses down the length of him, I darted my tongue out, tasting his searing flesh. As I took the head into my mouth, I heard him hiss and felt one of his hands reach down and bury itself in my hair, pushing my head closer and engulfing of his length into my mouth. Gently I suckled, kneaded and nipped. I scraped my teeth along his shaft, running my tongue over the smooth skin. With one hand I massaged his scrotum, earning low moans and shudders. I felt him tense with the on coming climax, his hand clenched may hair tightly, but not painfully and I obediently swallowed every drop that spurted into my mouth.

"Stand."

I did so quickly. When he ordered something I did it. It was how things were done. Trailing my eyes up his chest, I met his dark gaze with my own slightly anxious one. What if I wasn't good enough? He demanded perfection…

A small smirk played upon his lips and his tongue darted out, wetting his lips sexily, knowing the very action drove me nuts. His hands found my hips and ran up my sides until they rested just under my firm breasts. Pulling me forward, flush against him, he bent his head, bringing his lips with in inches of my own.

"You did well little one…" He whispered roughly against my lips before crushing his lips to mine in a fierce, demanding and possessive kiss.

I moaned into his mouth, feeling his large hands running down my back, and playing with the elastic of my underwear, one of his hands slipping under the material to cup my behind. His tongue was everywhere in my mouth, probing, tasting, domineering. It was clear he wanted to demonstrate just who was in control of this little game, and he was doing a mighty fine job of it. But, however rough his kiss was, it lit a large fire in my very core, and my body was buzzing with excitement. To be possessed completely by him was beyond imagination. I craved it with every fiber in my body.

I was unaware, in my daze, that he was slowly moving us to the darkest corner of the room to the left of the door. I was nearing hysteria. His thick shaft was pressing heatedly against my stomach, his mouth was everywhere now, sucking and biting at my jaw and neck. His tongue flickered out of his mouth to run the length of my jaw to my ear. He took my earlobe between his teeth and tugged, sucking on it as if it were candy.

"Moan for me…" He hissed in my ear, causing me to shiver and moan.

My body was getting unbearably hot and I was starting to pant. Before I realized it we were beside a large satin covered bed, I hadn't realized was even in the room. He turned us so that his back was facing the bed, then sitting down he pulled me towards him so that I was standing between his spread knees. His arms wrapped around my hips loosely and he looked up into my eyes, his lust filled eyes conveying a clear message. So, leaning down and burying my hands in his spiky blond locks, I captured his lips with my own, darting my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues danced together in a quick, sensual tango. One of my hands pulled out of his hair and trailed down the side of his face as he pulled away, a smirk tilting the corner of his kiss swollen lips. His eyes swept down from my face to my breasts, his smirk growing. He leaned forward and caught one of the perky nubs between his teeth, starting his assault. My eyes rolled back in my head and I moaned in pure ecstasy, he was very good with his mouth. My knees went weak under his ministrations, so the only thing holding me up was his tightening arms around my waist. "Kami-sama…" I mewled, clutching at his head as he bit and blew on my nipples.

A low chuckle sounded and he finally pulled back, watching me through lidded eyes. I pouted at him, for the loss of his skilled mouth. This earned more chuckles. His hands suddenly caught the elastic of my underwear and pulled them down to my ankles. He then scooted back on the bed so he was leaning against the headboard, his arms catching my waist again, and pulling me down on top of him. My face landed in the crook of his shoulder and I couldn't resist nibbling on his tanned skin, it was just too inviting. Once again I heard -and this time felt- a chuckle reverberate deep in his chest.

"Ride me…" He growled in my ear, running his tongue up the side of my face.

My eyes snapped open in shock. He couldn't be serious? He never let me in such a position of control. Hesitantly I lifted my head from his shoulder and looked into his eyes, my doubt showing clearly. His eyes narrowed in challenge, almost demanding me to question him. Gasping a bit I nodded, lifting myself up so that I now straddled his hips, lowering myself onto his rigid member.

It was as if a missing piece of my soul was replaced. My being was filled and I was completely content. He growled, sinking his teeth into my neck as I began to rock back and forth, setting a slow but steady pace. I winced, knowing he drew blood. It was the first time he had ever left a physical mark on me and I frowned momentarily. That wasn't part of the game…

However, I was soon lost in the mind shattering pleasure of rocking back and forth on his shaft.

"Faster!" He ordered, slamming his hips up, meeting me half way and driving me closer to the edge. As the friction built, so did our pace. He began to buck harder, and I rocked faster. I could feel myself nearing the pivotal moment, and in a pleasure induced daze I raked my finger nails across his shoulders, leaving small lines. He merely growled louder, thrusting harder, his hands on my hips guiding me up and down.

When the climax came it came with a burst of white heat. My vision blanked and all I could see was bright white light. "Mariku-sama!" I screeched, as my muscled clamped down around his member, bringing him over the edge.

He was far less vocal than me, but I could tell he came just as hard as I did. He continued to pump up into me, drawing out both our climaxes as long as he could.

Exhausted I fell against his chest, resting my cheek against his sweaty, panting chest. My own breath was fast and I had to fight to catch it. Weary my eyes drooped. I felt his arms slide up against my damp skin to rest circling my back, hugging me to him. He rested his head against the headboard, his own eyes closing. We stayed joined as we generally did after climaxing as hard as we just did.

It was in the post climatic glow that I always wished this were more than just a game we played. I desperately craved something serious, easily as much as I craved him being inside of me. He completed me, for all his psychoticness and evil personality. But alas that would and could never be. After all, it was what it was.

Just a game.

Lifting her limp body slightly so that I slid out of her, I set her back down so that her knees rested between mine. Her body leaned against mine, her cheek pressed against my chest. Idly I traced patterns on the creamy skin of her back. She had fallen asleep, much as she did every time we were finished our 'activities'. My own body craved rest, but I couldn't let my guard down. No, not yet, he was still expected.

It's really too bad I had no desire to have any other tiny mortal women, they were quite entertaining and easy to influence. But no, after having her, every other mortal woman paled in comparison. I knew she thought I was playing with her, that what was between us was only a game, a sick and twisted game. My lips twisted into a malicious grin. What she didn't realize was that I was indeed playing a game, but that it wasn't with her. No, she belonged to me the first moment I laid eyes on her, and would belong to me for the rest of eternity. Even when I grew tired of her, something I seriously started to doubt would happen. She surprised me every time I saw her. And the need to possess and claim her grew with every meeting. It was ironic how one as admittedly insane as I could hold value for one such as her. She is, however, very beautiful. Even by my extremely high standards. Either way, she was not the one I wanted to toy with. Oh no, no harm would come to her anymore. It was the one that had already had a moral claim on her that I wanted.

He didn't see me coming, I knew he didn't, and he still didn't know I had taken what was his. My grin grew at the thought. Yes, the Pharaoh would loose more than his magic when I was done with him, he would lose the very thing that I knew would break him.

His heart.

I sought to play a very dangerous game that I knew would push him over the edge. But I also knew that he wouldn't do anything with her so near. I would win this time for sure.

I could feel my hikari's satisfaction with my plan. Like I cared. He didn't realize that my plans extended far beyond his little plot to gain the Pharaoh's power. I wanted her, no had her and I would keep her. He didn't realize he wasn't getting his body back.

Ever.

My head turned towards the door, my grin growing. The game was about to start. He was coming. Chuckling, I ran my hand through her hair, brushing her forehead with my lips. I'm brilliant, and I would not fail. I hope he died seeing his woman in my arms. Too bad he doesn't see that between me and him it's all…

Just a game.