Okay this was one of those spur of the moment, I can't stop thinking about Vexshipping and need to vent things. Trying out a different writing style as well, hope you like it
"Lonely little angel?"
The brunet paused in her step.
"What makes you say that ...devil?"
The white haired male chuckled
"Maybe the fact you're all alone. Abandoned and deserted by your so called friends"
Her sparkling blue eyes saddened a moment before narrowing
"They didn't abandon me"
His malicious crimson orbs bore into her.
"Then where are they?"
She shivered as he purred his question, seductive, dark and husky
"Busy. Not that it's any of your business"
He tingled as she declared her answer, strong, confident and clear
They stood opposite one another.
A shine of light
A shadow of darkness
Opposites in every way
She was soft, curved and warm
He was hard, spiked and cold
She was prey
He was predator
"You amuse me "
Rage flamed in her stomach, sickened by his twisted personality
"You disgust me"
Desire burned in his loins, aroused by her pure morality
"Do I? Well we'll just have to change that won't we?"
Her teeth bit her bottom lip, fighting back the pleasant feelings his voice drew from her
"Or you can just do us both a favour and go back inside your little ring"
His lips parted, canines flashing in a feral grin, restraining himself from taking her right there and then
She loathed his darkness
He lusted for her light
"Is that really what you want?"
Fear engulfed her as he stepped towards her
"Yes"
Desire cocooned him as she stood her ground
Inches separated them now
A mortal barely seventeen
A spirit millenniums old
"I think you're lying little Anzu"
His breath warm fanning across her cheek, too close
"Then you're thinking wrong Bakura"
Her lips full and begging for his own, not close enough
She ignored her feelings of want
He based his every action on them
She'd never admit how she craved him
He'd make it clear how he wanted her
"Let me prove you wrong"
Lips connecting
Hands gripping
Pulling
Desire flaming between two bodies, connected, almost one
But not for long
Lips parting
Fingers splaying
Pushing
Two separate beings
"Admit you want this"
She was ashamed
"Don't touch me"
He was triumphant
She turned and fled
He did not pursue
Because no matter how bright a light shines, a shadow will always cling to it.