Disclaimer: I do NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Author's Notes: By the way, I didn't say whether the lemon would be between Joey and Mai…OI'm really beginning to think I can't pull this whole angst thing off, with the chapters that I've got in line…but do not worry! I have got a little plan in store for you, my dear readers. When you think it's not going to get dark, and all you're reading is light romance and stuff, something VERY dark will happen. So, just bear that in mind. -

Chapter Five: If I See Something I Want, I Take

Mai walked into her hotel room, stopping suddenly, at the sight of Guy. He was on a chair; his head leant against the wall. She knew something was wrong, he was mumbling something and knocked his head against the wall as she entered. She stayed silent, and took of her jacket, placing it on the bed.

"I-I had a really good night…" she said slowly and gently, pulling out her stash of money from her bra. She tossed it onto the bed, however he didn't move. She was terrified, and hoped that he would just climb into bed. He looked so tired and as if he was about to fall asleep but she knew him too well. Guy was unpredictable; she knew she had to be on her guard. Anything could happen, absolutely anything…

"…Come here Mai," he said.

Mai hesitantly made her way to him. He stood up and grabbed her by the neck, and pushed the side of her face against the wall violently. Mai gritted her teeth together, as he brought his mouth to her ear. His breathing was indescribably audible, and she could feel his sweat from his face on hers. He whispered in his most dangerous voice, "You can hear them, Mai…Behind this wall…They keep talking to me…"

Mai pulled away as he stayed pressed up against the beige coloured wall. She stared at him for a while as he began whispering to himself again. She felt goose bumps move in on her skin as he slowly sat back down.

"…Guy…are you ok?" She asked as quietly as she could.

He didn't reply. Mai backed away, moving away from him to the bed to be a safe distance away from him just incase he tried to do anything to her.

"Go away. Get out of here. I'll never see you again." He said after a very tense silence. "Ever."

Mai stared blankly at him, trying to register his words. What was he telling her this for? She was being chucked out like some trash? So it meant he didn't need her anymore. She had suspected he'd been using the money for dealing, but what type of dealing she never knew. Maybe it was drugs, maybe it was shitty dealings with the 'wrong' kind, but she didn't really care. It was his life, if he screwed it, then at least he'd feel some of the same pain as Mai.

She took her jacket and walked to the door, not bothering to say a farewell or to turn around. She decided to leave the money there for him. Maybe he'd find some use for it. More than she would anyway. She closed the door and put her jacket on, walking slowly away. She had a very uneasy feeling something very fatal was about to happen to him. As she was walking, she looked up to find three men. She knew them. They were some of the men who'd found her when she'd tried to run away. They walked past her; one eyed her up and down before continuing forward from where Mai had just left. She looked back and saw the gun in one of the taller men's hand. She turned back around.

Where was she going to go now? Only one person came into her mind. Joey. He was the only one who could offer her a place to stay for a while until…until what? She was free now. Freedom. She was free. It was strange; she was finally after five years, free. She could make a new fresh start. A brand new start! So…so what was holding her back? It did seem…right. Not that Mai knew right from wrong anyway. But as she walked outside, into the night, and the crowded, filthy streets of Las Vegas, a new realization hit her. She could do whatever she wanted now. She could go live the dream that she'd wanted to as a child. And who with? Well that was easy. Joey. She could go to him, marry him, start a family and move away from this hell. They could both move on after the traumas they had faced in their pasts. They could finally enjoy each other's warm embraces, they could kiss, and they could fuck the living daylights out of each other all day, knowing that they'd both still be beside their lover in the morning.

But Mai knew it was all too good to be true. She'd learnt not to believe what fantasies a part of her mind showed her. No matter how realistic it looked, it would never be. But what if this time it was different? All these indescribable feelings she was having for him, all these visions of her and him together…they didn't seem all that scary. So this was what she wanted, she finally decided. A family. She wanted to marry him, to have children…she wanted to love him, and for him to love her back. Would he?

Probably not, knowing that idiot. Knowing him? Mai didn't know that idiot so why was she thinking like that?! Well, whatever was going on with her, she'd have to sort it out a.s.a.p. because she couldn't let anything like that slip out when she was going to force him to let her stay with him.

As she hailed a cab, she swore she heard a banging noise. Probably just, the trigger of a gun had been pulled, and it had just gone off into the heart of a mixed up bastard.

Joey put the last bottle of beer in the carrier bag and left it out on the sidewalk. He'd just poured it all down the drain by the road. When he watched it disappear, he felt like he was one step closer to winning Mai. He was actually planning on finding her, but he wanted to see her after he'd changed.

Now that the alcohol had been sorted, he walked inside to his room. Closing the door shut, he looked around the previously wallpapered room. He'd stripped all of it off, and was going to cover it all in a cream coloured paper, with a patterned design on. He wasn't exactly sure what type, but it was going to have to look good. It looked so bare, his room looked empty. He'd chucked all the dying plants out also, as well as all his pointless accessories. For example, why the hell did he need to have a whole stack of old issues of Playboy?

Joey sighed and slumped onto the bed on his front, completely worn out. He was just about to think he would never pull this off when there was a knock at his door.

With a groan he pulled himself off the comfortable bed, and went to see who was at the door.

"Are you still up for that date?"

He looked at her. It had worked.

I don't know why I went to him. But…it's that same feeling I get when I'm safe. I knew he'd protect me, I just knew he would. And even if he won't…I'm still better off with him than anyone else in this fucking city…I mean…he was the only one, the only one who didn't want me for my body. That night…it felt like…I was in a relationship. I was with my guy and we were acting like…So, I know I'm safe with him. And besides from that I would not take no as an answer.

Mai was eating as though she hadn't had anything for a year. She offered to clear up Joey's plate as well, and he let her, watching her. He was looking over her lips, wishing his libido wouldn't be so damn domineering.

"You were telling me something Mai…about your family." Joey started, causing her to look up at him ever since they had arrived at the restaurant.

"So?" She said putting her fork down and looking straight at him from across the table.

"So…I didn't hear all of the story. They abandoned you when you were younger?"

Mai looked at him, putting her chin on the back of her hand in a very posh way, the kind of stance that rich people. Joey was ready to laugh. It was like she was mocking them. Maybe in her own little way she was.

"Why do you want to know?" She asked, looking intently at him.

Joey shrugged, "I'm curious, Mai."

Mai laughed, shoved the plate of food to one side and put her arms on the table, looking down at them. He was curious about her? Why? What was so interesting about her life? Well up until this point, she fucked men for money and lived with an asshole that was using her for her money, who was probably now lying dead in a hospital somewhere, or if fate had been cruel, in a ditch. End of. But why did Joey care? What was he trying to get at?

"…Yeah," she rubbed her thumb and forefinger together, on her left hand, "they never wanted me. I was a mistake and so they left me on the doorstep of some other people. They didn't care about me either but they kept me for chores and all of that stuff…"

Joey shook his head. That was some shitty life. At least some people actually loved him enough to keep him. Not abandon him with some strangers. And anyway, how could anyone not love Mai? If they had seen her now, boy would they be begging for her to be in their lives again. But she was independent; she had become such an enticing woman all by herself. And that what made her so special, that's what made him want her.

"That's just…" he began, however as he looked up into her eyes, he stopped. She was on the verge of tears…Her eyes looked outside the window; she was trying to hide herself from him. He looked at the table to where her soft hand was, and reached out for it with his own.

Feeling his hand on hers, she looked back at him and took it away, folding her arms and slumping back against her chair.

"And then when I was eighteen he offered to bring me here. To get away from a sad and dull life. He said he wanted me to live life to its fullest…but…" She shook her head.

Joey continued to look at her, realizing he was feeling a little shiver form over his back. His heart began to race again. Goose bumps covered his lower arms. He couldn't stop looking at her, even when she wasn't looking back. He could stare at her all day like this. He knew it. He was afraid of this happening, but what was so bad about it? Mai had come to him like he thought she would, but he was scared if he told her about this feeling of his, she'd leave. He couldn't let her leave. Not when she was so close to him. He would not let her out of his sight.

"Damn Mai…that's worse then me."

"Why did decide to drink after she'd left you?" Mai asked suddenly, looking up at him.

He stared at her blankly for a moment, before giving his answer. He leant in closer, so she did too, so that they were almost touching, "Because she was the first person who'd ever made me feel like you make me feel."

"And that's?" Mai asked raising an eyebrow.

Joey smirked at her and shook his head.

"We both know the answer to that." He leant back and looked at her.

Mai smiled back at him, knowing what he meant. But she made all guys feel like that and she was a regular heartbreaker. But something made her know she would never break his heart. Well, she'd never want to anyway. She wanted him with her didn't she? Maybe this would be her new start…

Mai laughed when she looked around his room. She took off her jacket, and seated herself on the bed, seeing as how it was virtually only thing to sit on.

"What's going on here then, Joseph?" She asked looking at him as he locked the door.

"Redecorating." he replied, taking his own jacket off.

Mai sighed and closed her eyes, falling back onto the bed. It was warm and comfortable, just like when she'd come before. She smiled when his breathing graced her neck.

"Why?" She asked, not opening her eyes.

Joey played with a strand of her beautiful golden hair, resting his cheek on his other hand. He wasn't on the bed, he crouched by the side. He wanted to see her beautiful body there, it was a perfect image and he didn't want to ruin it.

"…Because of you." He answered. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, her lavender eyes in a confused state.

"Me?"

"Yeah," Joey said, tracing her lips with his finger, "I wanted you to see something worth while Mai…I want you to stay with me. And if it means giving up my old shitty way of living I'll do it."

"But why?" No one had ever done this for Mai before. No one had ever talked to her like that before. It was so flattering yet painful at the same time. Was she really worth all this? Him changing his whole way of living for her? It just made her wonder why. Was he bluffing? Probably, of course many people said that to her to make her sleep with them…but she didn't think that this man was the type to bluff about something like this. He did seem serious, he wasn't drunk, and the whole place looked so empty. No, it couldn't just be an act. He was telling the truth. So was she really worth all of this? "What is about me?"

"You tell me," Joey answered, continuing to play with a lock of her hair, "I only hope if you stay we'll be able to find out."

"We'll?" she asked, completely dumbfound.

"Yeah. We'll…" He mumbled, his mouth just inches from her neck.

Mai sighed and sat up, "Look hon…I really am flattered and all…but I don't want a relationship like this. I still want to go out, and have sex for money-"

"But you won't have to anymore!" Joey exclaimed standing up.

"Joey…just listen. I don't want a commitment like this. I won't be able to stay with you long enough to find out what this whole thing about me is anyway. So why don't we just make this easier, and-"

She looked up at Joey. Oh dear lord no…he looked as though he was about to go get a bottle of beer and down it, then go get as many as he could and drink them all in one go. Damn, maybe this was the only good thing, the only thing that she'd help someone to do. And she was about to go spoil it by saying she didn't really care about him. But she did! For fuck's sake, she didn't know what to think.

Mai finally gave up and leant her forehead against her hands. This was just giving her a headache.

"…And what?" Joey asked gently, sitting down next to her.

Mai looked at him and just wanted to squeal like a little girl. His eyes were glazed over and he looked so…innocent. Fuck, why did confusion in his eyes have to be such a damn turn on?! Why did he have to be such a turn on to her? Well, he was more than most and sitting here next to him was driving her mental. She just wanted to leap on him. But only if…

"And…this all just seems too good to be true." She laughed shaking her head.

He smiled back at her, and shook his head.

"Maybe it is…" he mumbled, bringing his hand to her cheek.

That simple touch of his was enough for Mai to just completely let it all out. When Mai Valentine wanted something, she took it by any means necessary. And Joey was one of them.

Without a word, she threw her arms around him and before Joey even knew what had happened, he was on his back with Mai atop, kissing him. He mumbled something against her lips and she pulled away from him.

"W-What?" She said suddenly, afraid that he didn't like what she was doing.

Joey laughed and shook his head, "I don't like being in this position."

He gripped his hands around her waist and pushed her to the side, onto the bed in one solid motion. His hands were placed flat against the bed, at either side of her head and he was looking down at her lustfully.

"But I don't like this position either!" she whined. "So what shall we do, Joseph?"

He didn't answer and instead kissed her again. She just let him continue, not wanting to spoil the moment with her incoherent arguing. She began to pull the shirt off him, while his hands travelled down the back of the dress where her zipper was and undid hastily. Both of them tossed everything away until the only thing that they were wearing was a lustful expression.

Mai expected him to have a little bit more foreplay but was surprised when after they were shed of clothing, he was about to enter her. She stopped him by putting her hands on his chest and looked up at him.

"Mai?"

"Don't you want to play around a little more?" she asked curiously. He did seem to want to, she could tell. Anyone would be insane not to want to…and Joey wasn't insane.

"No." He was insane.

"Oh?" She asked raising an eyebrow and smirking at him, "So you're telling me, you don't want to lick my body as if I were covered in alcohol?"

"You are my alcohol." He replied.

Looking up at him, she stared intently at him before giggling and pushing him a little.

"Well hon, there's a first time for everything." She told him in a whisper.

Joey interlaced their fingers in one hand and used the other to hold her around the waist, as he entered. She bit lip to stop from screaming in pleasure, because she never wanted anyone no matter who, to acknowledge that they were doing a pretty damn great job. But he was just…so different. It felt like she'd never had sex before, it felt she was still a virgin even at her age and that he was just so madly in love with her that this was one night in a dorm room at their college that just got out of control. She wanted more of his touch, more of his kisses, more of his warmth on her skin…

He was hardly touching her neck with his lips as he lay his head there, breathing on her, nuzzling her neck. He created such a smooth rhythm that it felt like it would go on forever. He wished that the sun would not rise and the moon would not fade away, so that he could be inside this woman forever.

Gasping for air, they relaxed. Joey rolled over her and pulled her closer to him, unwilling to let her go. Why did it have to end? Fuck, they just wanted to go on, and on but they were so exhausted.

Mai knew then. She did love him and he did love her. And she knew why it was so different from all those other times she'd had sex…she wasn't just having sex this time, she was making love and by making love she meant she was falling in love.

Both of them were.

Author's Notes: Argh, see that was soooooo corny!! But don't worry; I've got a whole load of darkness. And remember people, when life hands you a lemon, WRITE IT!