Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Warnings: Glittershipping, mentioned insanity, kind of dark but not too bad . . . I think.
Please R&R. No flames.
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Anzu gently spreads red lipstick onto Kisara's lips.
"There. This one is definitely your color."
Kisara glances in the mirror, and she tries to cringe. Her lips remind her of sausages.
"You don't like it, do you?"
Kisara glances back at Anzu. Oh no, she's hurt her feelings. Kisara manages a small smile even though her lips feel heavy.
"I love it."
"No, you don't."
Anzu caps the lipstick and walks back over to her dresser. There's the brief clinking of makeup containers, and then she turns back with a napkin in her hand. She kneels in front of Kisara and gently removes the makeup.
"You don't have to say you like it just to appease me." Anzu smiles.
Kisara's eyes land on Anzu's wrist. A dark-red smear of lipstick mars Anzu's tanned flesh. For a brief moment, Kisara sees it run over Anzu's flesh and drip-drip-drip down onto the floor.
She shudders and quickly averts her gaze.
"Kisara, what is it?"
Anzu's hands are warm against her face, and the dragon inside Kisara screams for release.
One time. Let me out just this once. I'll make her yours. Isn't that what you want? Let me out so I can make her yours.
Kisara pushes the voice away and takes Anzu's wrist into her hands. She's trying to keep herself from shaking, but she knows she can't stop her shaking fingertips.
"Kisara, what's wrong?"
Kisara's head is throbbing; her eyes are burning. She can't stop shaking. Her fingers have gone completely numb. Her lips are trembling.
"Just a headache. I'm fine."
There's a pause, and then, Anzu's lips are on Kisara's temples . . . in her hair . . . on her neck. Kisara feels her spine relaxing, and her trembling is slowing.
"It's okay, Kisara. I won't ever leave you."
Kisara falls forward, her cheek resting against the soft swell of Anzu's chest. She can smell the perfume and sweat on Anzu's skin. Her fingers bury themselves in the soft flesh of Anzu's forearms.
"Kisara . . . what do you want me to do?"
Kisara glances up at Anzu. Her back straightens, and her fingers methodically unbutton Anzu's blouse.
"Stay with me."
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Kisara spreads Anzu's legs, and they lock themselves together like pieces to a puzzle. Anzu moans and grunts, arches her back and rolls her hips forward. Kisara pulls Anzu up against her, their slick breasts pressing together, Anzu's hot breath in her ear.
"I love you." Anzu moans. "I love you so much."
Kisara fingernails bite into Anzu's thighs. She rolls her hips in an erratic rhythm, her breath hitching in her throat. Anzu's face is flushed, her lips slightly parted. She writhes against Kisara, creating more friction.
When Kisara and Anzu finally orgasm, they are locked together like a chain.