Disclaimer: I don't own YuGiOh or the characters.

Warnings: Yaoi and language.

Pairings: BakuraxYuugi

Author's Note: This is my 2am attempt at starting what could be an interesting story.


"...What... are you doing to me..?"

"Heh heh..."

I shivered.

I could feel his breath on my ear. That familiar, predatory chuckle sent a resounding rumble through his chest that vibrated against mine. He pushed himself up onto his arms until he just barely hovered over me.

A prickle went through my skin, my body shuddering and every hair standing straight up on end. The tips of his long, flowy hair tickled against my neck and chest, goosebumps following in the wake.

His eyes were on me.

"Nothing at all..."

I felt the flightiest brush on my skin. The tips of his long, slender fingers glided up my stomach and chest to my neck, which I involuntarily tilted back as a small gasp was drawn from me. I felt those fingers caress my jawline, a thumb swiping over my lips as his tongue darted out to wet his.

"Merely playing..."

I suddenly felt a chilly rush of air. When had I lost my clothes?! The glint of his pearly white teeth from behind his lips somehow answered my question, yet left it all the more mysterious at the same time. He hadn't moved.

"N-nani..?" I breathed, my eyes finally darting up to meet his while a dark blush of embarassment rose to my cheeks. Slowly, his hair fell around me as he dove down; I felt a flash of wetness dart over my skin.

His tongue.

It danced over the pulsing vein in my neck with unnatural interest, his lips following its moist trail down my throat and collarbone and succeeding it with kisses and light, strangely gentle bites. A tiny whimper flung from my throat before I even knew it. It felt so good...

"There's no harm in playing, is there?"

That voice... so relaxing in its teasing question, yet devious in its true meaning. I couldn't help but arch my back as the lightest of touches ghosted downward, until finally, even through the distracting work of his lips on my torso, I registered a hand on my knee, nudging it to the side to part it from the other.

I couldn't force myself to resist.

It was like I had no control over myself. A cry was broken from my chest as he bit down on it, leaving a dark circle of teeth impressions on my already easily-bruisable skin. An unfamiliar warmth pooled itself in my lower abdomen, where I felt a sudden weight. He was still hovering over me, his body poised between my knees and one arm holding him up beside my head. That cheshire grin spread across his face like an epidemic sweeps over a city, and I gulped.

"There's no harm in playing at all..."

I barely even heard those words as I felt a slight brush against my backside. Strange to me as it was, for some reason it just made the blood rush to my lower regions that much faster. I found myself shivering at the contact as he leaned further over me, raising one of my legs around his waist. Closer still, I felt a hardness brush against my entrance. I'd never done this before.

Did I... want this..?

My body answered for me.

My eyes lowered themselves and drooped as I let out a breathy moan that sounded so alien to me. My back arched itself upward and towards him, one hand earnestly reaching out for him. I could actually feel my fingers touch his skin, lightly pulling on a stray strand of cloud-white hair. I felt his chest rise against my hand, and he leaned down to me. His chest met mine and I was bombarded by the immense emotions of... satisfaction... relief... pleasure..? Once more, that same hardness brushed up against me and I inched myself closer to it, wanting it.

Suddenly, my entire being seemed so... empty. My body moved of its own accord towards his, as if asking him to fill the void it felt. A slight pressure against my most private area registered in my brain, and instead of moving away from it, I caught myself wanting to feel more of it.

His thin, soft lips brushed across mine, granting me the softest of kisses before uttering in a whisper:

"At least... not with your mind..."

A crash resounded through the small kitchen of the Mutou's Kame Game Shop. Yuugi stood, shaken, with his hands gripping the kitchen counter, his pupils shrunken to tiny dots and a bead of sweat dripping down his cheek. His entire body was rigid, including a certain part that he really wished wasn't. He remained there, staring blankly into the sink for a moment before realizing what he'd done and stooping down to pick up the pieces of a shattered teacup.

"I-I'm sorry..." he apologized in a shaky voice, standing up straight and letting the pieces of glass drop from his hand and into the garbage can underneath the sink.

"It's quite alright."

He slowly turned around to face his visitor with a polite, yet half-assed and weak smile, a light pink color covering his chubby features. "I'll get you another..."

Bakura smirked at him from the table, eyes glinting in the flourescent kitchen lights. Yuugi swallowed down a lump in his throat.

He knows.