A/N:

Not a full lemon but this has a lot of sexual encounters in it and now the plot twists again

The cigarette smoke hung in the air and Bakura frowned through the smoke, waving a hand, cutting through the curling wisps. His eyes narrowed as his gaze fell upon her sleeping form.

He inhaled thoughtfully, running a hand across his chin, prickly with stubble. Now what? He needed her. He needed her for her ability to read the ancient tongue and her connection with the boy-king.

He absentmindedly turned over the top card on the deck. The lady of faith.

"Ryou." He whispered the name. His host. His former host. Where was he now? Ryou was like a hazy memory to him. He had never really truly hated the boy- not in the way he hated Atem at least. He felt almost nothing for him, except a spark of recognition. At one point he had been Ryou. So long ago.

So long ago.

His eyes flicked to Anzu where she stirred.

I need that document. I need that fortune...the future. She must of had it! She must know of it.

He looked to her laptop, blinking in the darkness. He grinned..stupid girl.

Almost as if she heard him, her eyes blinked open. Instead of a caustic remark, she smiled at him, tiredly.

"Bakura," she cooed.

Bakura froze but then relaxed his body like a cat stretching, "Yes, girl?" His voice was velvet. He folded his hands in front of him and looked over the top.

"What do you...do you want?"

She looked like she might vomit.

"Anzu," he said softly, "Did you ever see a document? A copy of a prophecy?"

Anzu giggled, "No. Why? Is it about Atem?"

The hope in her voice made a bubble of rage rise in his throat but he forced it down.

"No." His voice was harsher and he rose from his seat, nearing her.

Anzu felt as if she was in a dream. Bakura was hovering over her, but it wasn't real. It wasn't real. Was it real? His shirt hung off his frame, unbuttoned. She gazed at his chest. He was skinny like Ryou but the muscles rippled across his skin. She wanted to touch. It was just a dream, so it was permitted. She would never dare touch him in real life.

"Bakura, what happened to you? In the Memory Arc?"

Lips on her ear, "You don't want to know."

"Zorc?" Her breath caught in her throat as his breath tickled her ear. A dream. A wonderful dream.

The dream Bakura paused and she could feel the tension swirling around him.

"Zorc was just a manifestation. He was me. I was him. I was Zorc."

"And now?"

His lips were on his neck. The smell of him and she could feel his stubble against her skin.

"Are you scared, Anzu?" His voice was silk.

"A little," she admitted. Dream Bakura chuckled and then almost immediately he was on top of her, leaning down so that his mouth was only centimeters from hers. His hair hung down over his features. She peered through the dim light at his face. A faint white line ran across his cheek. She ran her finger down it.

"What is that?"

He turned and nibbled her finger, biting sharply before soothing it with a lick. He flashed his canines in a grin. She gasped at the sensation.

"You ask too many questions, girl."

He reached down running a hand up her creamy thigh, rubbing circles before running a finger against her womanhood. The panties were wet with her juices. She gasped and parted her legs.

"Naughty girl."

She arched into him. Dream Bakura chuckled again before leaning down and nipping sharply at her collarbone and the once again he bit down, sucking. She wanted to scream. Her body spasmed.

"S-Stop it."

"To remember me by." He pressed himself against her and she could feel his desire.

"B-Bakura."

"Tell me where the document is, Anzu. Tell me." But her head was full and thick with lust.

He grabbed her wrists and twisted them above her head, "Tell me." Rough tongue against her neck and a hand playing with the hem of her panties.

Her body trembled underneath his. Dream Bakura slipped a hand into her panties, cupping her womanhood.

"Ah!" Her nails dug into his biceps.

"Did the Pharaoh do this to you?"

Anzu groaned as he slapped her mound.

"G-Get off!" She remembered. She would wake up. She just had to snap her fingers or pinch herself. Or something. She forced her knee up, narrowly missing his manhood.

Dream Bakura cursed and rolled off her body, nimbly like a cat. In that moment, Anzu snapped and sat up abruptly. Her head was spinning and she had the urge to vomit.

The room was empty. It was just a dream. Just a dream. She settled back down onto the small mattress and curled into the fetal position. Just a dream.

Bakura stood on a street corner, smoking another cigarette. He exhaled. He felt alive. Fiery and alive. He had been dead for so long- literally. He could barely remember the past. The fire and the brimstone. The sand and the sun. It was the sun that was so unforgettable. How long had he been 20?

Too long.

He ran a hand up his biceps, feeling the half-moon marks. The thoughts of her flooded his mind.

Far away in another location, the spiky haired male awoke with a start. His lavender eyes slid open and he stared at the wall. He had a dream. A dream that had been haunting him over and over again. He turned to look at the smaller body next to him.

Yugi.

He was coming for them. Atem could feel it. It was almost as if the Gods had shuffled the cards and spit him back out. Round 3. Third time was the charm. Was that the saying?

He turned over on his back and ran a hand up one golden arm. The Memory Arc. Had it been so long ago?

Bakura. His laughter. His face. The scar was jagged and his eyes unforgiving.

Zorc. His Ka- twisting into a serpentine figure.

"Mmmm, what's wrong Yam- Atem?" A small, tired voice peeped up beside him. Atem turned and rested his affectionate eyes on his former host.

"Nothing, Yugi. Rest now. It was just a dream."

"You say that every night," grumbled Yugi as Atem smiled in response.

He closed his eyes and all he could see was her. Her bright blue eyes. Taste her. Kiss her. Want her. Gripping the sheets. She gasped as his tongue slid up a creamy thigh and to her center. He stroked the small nub with his tongue. She moaned, throwing her head back. He could feel her nails sink into his scalp. Her smell was delicious. Her juices were sweet. He craved her.

He shook his head. He couldn't. Not now.

"Goodnight Anzu," he said to the wall.