I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters or ideas.

This is a newstyle for me as well... This was actually a dream I had that was too good to not do something with. It definitely is not going to be suited for anyone under 16 for mature content. OOC for Bakura and Atem...

Voulez-vous Danser Avec Moi

(For those who do not know French, it means "will you dance with me?")

The ground vibrated under her feet as Anya followed her friends to the Black Magic Dance Club they went to every Friday and Saturday night. The music was loud, and the lights were low to non-existent. Perfect for Anya to escape the pressures from the week. She loved to dance. That was all she did at this place. Besides a few sips of water throughout the night to keep her going, she never touched the alcohol, though she was old enough. A person had to be at least 21 to gain entry to the club.

Just outside the doors, something made her stop. She looked up at the sign over the door. A feeling she did not completely understand swept through her. As if this night would be different from the other nights she had been here. Something was about to change her life forever. She would do something she had never done before. What that was, she had no idea.

"Come on Anya!" one of her friends hollered at her as they disappeared through the doors. Taking a breath she followed them and made her way to a table. Once there she removed the fashionable leather duster she wore over her outfit and her tanned skin seemed to take on a new life. Her white, off the shoulder top glowed under the black light that lit the table area. She smoothed the front of her tight, black, leather mini-skirt then touched her hair where she had the sides pulled back out of her face. She had spent a half hour with her curling iron to get her long hair to fall in waves over her shoulders and down her back.

"Wow, Anya! You look like some kind of goddess dressed like that!" A friend shouted to her over the music.

"Thanks, Duke!" she shouted back before heading to the dance floor. She had the weird feeling of eyes watching her. She looked back only briefly to see that there was indeed someone watching her. Two some ones actually. Guys she had never seen before until that night. One was deeply tanned. He had cat-like eyes andspiky, tri-colored hair. The way he looked at her took her breath away. His friend tossed back his shot of bourbon and gazed back at her as well. His brown eyes unnerved her. Where the one was tan, this one had creamy white skin, long, white hair, and a scar on his right cheek just below his eye. They were both dressed to kill. It took all she could to tear her eyes away from them and continue her way to the dance floor.

The beat was fast and Anya quickly found herself lost in the music and in her own little world. The lights grew dimmer and the strobe lights were activated. The smoke machine was turned on next and it did not take long before the smoke surrounded her. It made it that much easier to stay lost in her world. However, she did not stay that way long. She was stunned to a stop as hands lightly touched her waist and a deep, seductive voice found its way to her ear.

"Voulez-vous danser avec moi?" the voice whispered. His breath was hot against her ear and her heart fluttered. She closed her eyes briefly as he moved to stand before her and move in time with her body to the music. They danced as if they had danced before. His strong arms helped to support her as they moved and their eyes remained locked. She found herself quickly falling into the crimson sea of his cat-like eyes. But the shocks were not over for her yet. Not long after the dance began, another body pressed up behind her and she found herself the center of a dancer's sandwich. She did not need to look to know who her second partner was. The lighter skinned friend of the man before her.

The trio spun and twisted, and bumped and grinded through the nextfew songs. She could feel the sexual tension building but she had no idea exactly for whom it was building for. The spiky, tri-color haired man before her, or the white haired man behind her. But it was evident that she was not alone in her desire. The more they danced, the closer they held her to them. Oddly, she saw the looks exchanged by the two and figured that they were used to this kind of thing. And they had no problem with sharing. The crimson eyed man pulled her to him so he could bring his lips to her ear and be heard over the music.

"Let's say we get out of here." Before she could answer, the white haired one pulled her back to him and his darkly seductive voice filling her other ear.

"Maybe get a bite to eat," he murmured before lowering his lips to her throat, nibbling gently. She gasped and swooned as the other one nibbled on the other side of her neck. Their lips called to her and her heart raced.

This is not me, she thought as her body reacted to their touch. She never left anyone but whom she came with. Let alone two guys at once. Could she even handle what they had planned for her?

This was a first for me in this style, so I feel slightly out of my element, but this has been a constant dream I had been having for the past few nights and had to do something about it. Believe me it is not over with yet. Chapter 2 will have to wait till tomorrow to go up though. Hope you liked the beginning so far, please review and tell me what you thought...