Just him.

Hands swiped and caressed quickly over his, touching not entirely but making quick notice of how calloused his were, and how terribly frail. It was one of the things she guessed she liked about him, the fact that this strong son of a bitch, had these frail hands. She wasn't easily captured, there wasn't one moment when Bakura'd thought she was a delicate sunflower which petals were always yellow, and always open to his advances.

If anything she was more like a cactus. Prickly, rooted to the ground and not softly swaying in the wind, but being so beautiful when a desert flower bloomed on top of it.

"Touch me," his voice hissed at her, as the hands glided off his body and she managed to dance away from his grip. His voice was laden with irritation and this low growl of sexuality. He was a sexual being, this man. And she, she couldn't deny it was attractive either. But there had never been one moment in this back and forth dance of teasing and taking, that she had given in immediately.

"No."

There was a hand snapping out at her to grab her wrist, but lithe feet danced away from the slender fingers, a laugh sounding through the air. "Anzu…" his tone grew to be more dangerous, intoxicating her with this low lull that had appeared in it. There was no way around him. She knew this, was aware of the way his eyes regarded her with this crisp flame, melting down into anger. The way his body moved was that of a predator, it was only a matter of time before she would be devoured.

"Bakura," she simply sang back to him, laughing still, dancing around until her feet felt weightless. Bakura was less amused by this.

He chased after her with huffs and angry curses when she laughed and found herself quickly running, until that hand snapped out again, tugged her by the shirt and sent her lips crashing onto his harshly. She wasn't one to wince when his lips pried hers open and she felt his hand snaking across the small of her back as he pulled her closer. There was blood too, blood that dripped into her open mouth as one of his fangs had tore the bit of skin.

Bakura didn't seem to care as his tongue slipped in and explored her mouth in a none too caring matter, hands gripping her hips so hard that they started to bruise and the faint scent of cinnamon that was perceived by her. She never knew why Bakura smelled of cinnamon, and the scowl on his face when she demanded an explanation, wasn't helping her either. It was a smell distinctly him. One that was different from Yuugi, who seemed to have a scent of white lilies around him, or from Joey, this weird smell of liquorice that penetrated his defenses.

Bakura was pure domination. A hint of spice, a bit of cinnamon and this earthy smell as if he'd been bound to the ground forever. Maybe it had just been the damned ring that had left this rusty smell on his body for ages, because she could still see the holes that had been left on the skin. These tiny marks that had penetrated the soft flesh.

Hah.

She pulled at his hair for him to let go of her lips, but when he didn't, she was forced to breathe through her nose and nudge a knee up between his legs. Bakura didn't relent. He didn't ever.

When he broke the kiss, he was the one to break it, stare at her with these eyes that never seemed to smile and a smirk that laced his pale lips. A flap of his trenchcoat as he disappeared around the corner, leaving Anzu with a stammering heart and a scowl on her pretty face.

It was only him who could get away with it. Just him.

Just a tiny Vexshipping drabble for Bakurae.