Feb 14 2007: Author's Notes: This is the most mature piece I've probably ever written and its' about as racy as I think I'll ever be able to get. Which really is pretty mild compared to a lot of fictions - sorry I guess I can't just bring myself to do anything more mature than this.

Masquerade

Chapter One: Feverish Lure

She curled her fingers into the smooth brown locks of the man she was meeting lips with, the warmth of his holding her close bringing a small to her face as he broke from the intense kiss to start tracing along her chin and collarbone with his lips. The nail trailing along her spine made her body arch with pleasure from the tamed but tempting tingle, a small moan escaping her as she moved one of her arms up his chest to tug at the black tie that was keeping her from the buttons of his suits shirt; suddenly hostile toward the clothing that she had considered so provocative earlier in the evening.

He grasped her hips and pulled her further up the bed easily - a hint that he was strong though he wasn't large and used the hand that had been teasing her spine to instead steady her before starting to unzip the brilliant gown that she had been wearing while she pulled the long tie free and started unlatching the buttons with a surprising deftness for as distracted as the warmth of his hand undressing her was. She abandoned his hair to aid the finish of getting the shirt open as he completed undoing the zipper. He offered a small gruff growl of appreciation when she recaptured his lower lip and paused the shirt removal long enough to run her nails up his inner thighs and offering another moment to tease the stiff proof of his attraction through the fine fabrics of the costume he'd commissioned for the party they'd been attending until moments ago when they'd retreated to this upper floor bedroom.

She shuttered when he started to knead her breast gently in the hand that had been holding her up, escaping from her suckling of his bottom lip when she let out a delighted gasp and once she'd gotten the shirt free and started to feel along his muscled chest he retreated long enough to pull her dress free of her gently enough to not rip it but not slow enough to bore her. Returning to where he had left off his trek down her body at her collarbone; kissing or dragging his teeth ever-so-slightly over her nipples as he continued to rub her sides and hooked fingers around the panties that remained around her waste to pull them free.

He heard her breath quickening and growing deeper though she tried to hold it at times as if uncertain of what exactly he meant to do. Returning to rubbing her hands through his hair or over his shoulders or any peace of him that she could reach as he switched to moving upward starting at her mid-thigh on her left leg, each small lick and touch just adding fuel onto the growing desire before he settled himself to running his tongue along her womanhood and starting to tease her even more deeply than before.

The small quivers, gasps, half-moans, attempts to hold her breath, were all the more something for him to be attracted too as he obviously pleased her with her cute attempts to remain a little more innocent than she could possibly be in the situation she was in. She was starting to shake when he finally relented enough to pull his body back up to hers and trap her in a passionate kiss again as she fumbled with his belt and pants. Now distracted enough to not be nearly as dexterous as before, pausing to run her nails along his inner thighs and then to trail them along his back, chest and stomach.

Her body wanting to force herself into and learn every inch, every pore of the man she was pressing against with a ravenousness that bordered on pure need. He'd teased her more than enough and she forced her brain to shackle onto the thought that if she could offer him the same temptation then he might finally end this attractive torment, pulling up to whisper in his ear before she nibbled at the bottom of it.

That made him relent enough to aid in the removal of the rest of his clothing, pulling her tighter as if their nakedness had suddenly made his hunger even greater. She kissed him hard for a few seconds before leaning back and vaguely wishing she could see his face…then suddenly indifferent as to his identity as he pushed himself into her, her legs curling around his and starting to rub his calves but abandoning even that as he repeated the gesture.

It was the most pleasurably agonizing sex either had ever experienced, both had started to grow sweaty from the effort as the speed of their love making slowly grew. Each had mostly given up on the softer kisses and he was holding one of her wrists while the nails of that hand dug into his and the other was balancing him. Her free hand was leaving deep scratches in his back as the passion play turned into the need of the release that was promising so near to both of the participates.

The crescendo was something that neither could have any other logical thought about, each with a small attempt to linger before they gave into the ecstasy and curled tightly into each others arms despite the heat they had created and the breath each was trying to catch up on they forced themselves closer to keep the connection that had brought them together…however short or physical it had been both of the two weren't quite ready to relinquish themselves back to the world of light outside their thrilling rendezvous in the hotel room above the party raging downstairs.

Their breath was still heavy but neither wanted to use it for words, the woman glad to relent into the stronger arms of her mystery lover and he grasped her all the more protectively for it, both knew they didn't have nearly the time they would like to have but nor were they willing to pull back from the steamy encounter just yet.

It was several minutes before each managed to catch their breath, the sweat still clinging to their skin in their needy embrace. Then finally pulling apart at the same moment, without words each knew if they didn't hurry the people they knew downstairs were bound to start wondering where they had disappeared too. Getting dressed in a empty sort of contented silence - the experience had passed far too quickly and neither of the two seemed to desire to run from it…but hadn't that been what they had agreed too when they had decided to come upstairs?

Earlier they hadn't spoken long and only danced three times before they met off the dance floor and decided to meet at the steps into the deeper areas of the Kaiba mansion where the Masquerade ball was being held for the years Halloween party. It was a one time encounter, each of the two had acknowledged that and both glanced toward each other once they'd finished getting dressed.

The man glanced toward the bed where there was still rather obvious proof of what they'd done but then several cheers from downstairs took it away again. He was dressed in a black suit with a full facial mask that was a plain white - the mysterious nature of their encounter was still something else that had helped to provoke the response between them. He just shrugged and headed off after offering her a bow, he'd never actually spoken more than a few words during the night but she nodded - she hadn't talked much more and knew that she would have to follow sometime soon to keep things discreet.

Anzu sighed to herself as the door clicked closed, somehow feeling as though her wide brimmed fluffily skirt - so much for being Cinderella after all - she felt more like one of the smutty step-sisters as she shifted into the bathroom to get a towel and clean herself up a little more before going downstairs. Though the sex had been worth the exchange she couldn't help but want to pursue it past what she'd suggested initially. She put the room back into as much order as she could and brushed her hair…she couldn't get a couple wrinkles from her dress but that would be more natural than if her hair was completely taken apart.

She paused when she saw a little bit of a telltale white trench coat in the corner of her eye in the large rooms closet…the KC pin on it's collar was hung snuggly. That made her blush even more - she'd just hooked up with someone not just in Kaiba's mansion - but in his room and on his bed. The man had mentioned he worked here - the guy had all sort of nerve if he really thought that this was appropriate…she rushed out at that new information - if Kaiba ever found out that she'd been in his room he'd kill her…god she hoped he didn't have some sort of DNA software to find out who it was that had been romping around in his bedroom!

The whole thing was exciting and scary and she wasn't about to linger at the party much longer after that…she searched out Yugi - who had done a magician costume with the same full white mask that everyone had been provided for the event and whispered that she was leaving early cause she didn't feel well and assured him that she could walk and she would talk to him later. She just needed to get away from the warm atmosphere - escape the intimidating home that seemed to be watching her every move now that she knew she'd done something that many people wouldn't exactly agree with.

"My god, my god, my god." her thoughts were racing as she rushed away from the manor. Relaxing a little once she'd escaped the gate but still glancing back a few times with apprehension - she wanted to know who her one-night mystery stand had been with - hoping silently for something more. "No…better to revel in what I remember…and what I know I enjoyed. I won't regret it - unless Kaiba suddenly hunts me down for making love in his bedroom to one of his employee's - then I might. Though I couldn't say it wasn't worth it…"

She thought herself into a blush as she reached her home and was relieved that her parents were still out for the night - that wasn't a talk she was quite ready for yet. Her mom had amazing senses and at least now if she got a night of rest she might be able to escape that particular speech.

She got to her room and sighed at the small love bite that he'd left on her collarbone - it was better than her neck, but she'd still have to stick to at least t-shirts for a while. She took off the dress and hung it back up, running her hand along the skirt and sighing to herself before moving to her bed, giggling a little at the night before falling off into slumber - she would deal with the consequences later - tonight she was as close to a fairy tale as she'd ever probably be.

End Chapter

This may or may not be a one shot…I enjoyed the idea of the pair and while I have a few other fan fictions going, something possessed me to type this out and post it. If I get enough feedback I guess I might make a full fiction out of it…but I might end up taking it down and reusing the idea somewhere else otherwise. Thanks for reading.

-Aura

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