A/N: Again, thanks for the reviews, I love 'em! This is so fun, very different from my usual romance YGO fics...definitely darker.

He guided her out away from the club and out under the smoky streets of Domino, where the stars and sky seemed strangely bright. Tea blinked vaguely, watching his shape shift towards a motorcycle parked by the back door. He tossed her a helmet, and she fitted it over her head. She climbed onto the bike behind him, feeling his muscles surge underneath her grip as he revved the engine. It roared, like a roll of impeding thunder, before spinning away down the dark streets.

She closed her eyes, feeling the wind toy with her hair, laying her face against his back. Through his thin shirt she could feel his muscles, strong and sturdy. She had one more thought before she fell into a doze:

So this is what it's like to fly.

She came to as she felt herself land on a bed – sheets and pillows and blankets. She opened her eyes and blinked, trying to see whom it was in the darkness.

"W-where am I?" she asked vaguely, mentally cursing herself for using such a clichéd line.

"We're at my apartment," he said, tossing the sheets back. She burrowed under the covers, feeling sleep trying to take her again. She felt the weight of covers sweep over her body, heavy and sweet, like the taste of schnapps.

"You're drunk." She heard his voice swim through a thick haze. "Go to sleep, you'll feel better in the morning." But Tea needed no coaxing. Within seconds, she was completely asleep, her breathing low and steady.

He watched her for a moment, sprawled on his bed. His first thought was to go for it – wasn't that why he had lured her here, gotten her drunk? But he knew who she was – even if she didn't recognize him. From her talk about Yugi, he could see it was the brunette who always hung out with the Pharaoh and his friends – what was her name? Tammy? Trisha? Oh, right – Tea.

I should almost kick her out, he growled to himself. If the Pharaoh finds her here, it could mean more trouble for me than I care for.

He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling off his shirt as he tossed both issues over in his mind. A girl was asleep in his bed – and he wanted her, bad. But she was dangerous to want. The Pharaoh would send him to the Shadow Realm, no doubt – but he had been there so many times that trick seemed old hat.

He compromised by flopping down alongside her on the bed, watching her out of narrowed eyes. Why her, of all people? Ra, this made no sense. Except that she was drunk and turned him on.

He stretched out a long pale arm and drew her in closer to him, deep into his grip. He ran a hand under her shirt, touching the white lace underneath. She stirred slightly, feeling the warmth of him pressed up against her back, and shifted deeper into his arms. He smirked as her shape settled in closer to him, and he tightened his hold. He buried his face into the side of neck, soft waves of brown hair masking his pale white skin, barely seen in the darkness.

She moaned softly in her sleep, and he leaned in close to hear only one word..."Yugi."

He pulled her in towards him, tracing a single long white finger down her cheek. If she wanted the Pharaoh, fine. He didn't care. When the Pharaoh would come for her – as he was sure he would – he could have her.

He slid a hand down her tanned leg, and nibbled her ear, kissing it slyly.

But right now, he wanted her all for himself.