If ever I was to rate this story R for romance related deals, this would be it. If you noticed, I already changed it to PG-13... Well, if the rating is R than you know that I emailed this chapter to my friend before posting and SHE thought it should be rated R. Perhaps some would call this a lemon, I don't know. So this is a warning to You all, if you want to, you can skip this chapter, 'cuz the next will sorta tie in with this one, but it's not like you can't skip this.

Since it's been a while, I'm going to do my blerb again: I do NOT own Yu-gi-oh, it's characters, places, or random items like the millennium items or the cards. I do, however, own Nekomi, Ki, Jace, Matrome, and Hazime. Now, on the part you were all waiting for anyway!!!

Malik's hand slipped down Nekomi's back, separating the black strings from her skin. She gazed into his eyes, her own feelings reflecting off the passion she saw in him. "I'm yours forever." Buttons passed under her exploring fingers, his shirt falling away. Nekmoi leaned against his warm skin, blissful.

His unresting hands posed a question to her and she nodded. He lifted the delicately thin straps off her shoulders, letting the black silken garment fall away to poll gently at her feet.

She was hot, burning where her skin came in contact with his. She kissed him, gently at firstuntil it was no longer enough to convey her passion. His lips pressed firmly against her's with an almost bruising force. Nekmoi parted her lips and invited his tongue to dance with her. Their hands roamed freely across each others bodies, doing mad things to their senses. She could feel his excitement as rough fabric pressing against her, taste in him something feral that near matched her own wild side.

His tongue left her mouth making her ravenous for more of the rapt attention she was getting. He trailing light kisses down her neck and across her collar bone as hot skin passed beneath his lips and hands. She threw her head back, her eyes partly closed, savoring the feel of him.

"Malik, I-." she protested hesitantly, her body betraying her words.

"Shh." He put one finger to her slightly parted lips.

Her legs were growing weak as her need of him made her shake. She thought they would give out at any second and so desperately clung to him, not wanting to lose contact even for a second.

Malik seemed to sense her weakness in her heightened passion and locked his arms around her back, supporting her and drawing her closer still. His feather light whispers of kisses trailed to her breasts where he was overcome with desire. He abandoned his tecnique for a new one entirely- from the meek kitten to the demanding tiger. He took one of her tightened nipples in his mouth, sucking and working it until it hardened beneath his lips and teeth. He moved to the next shapely breast, providing a similar service.

Her arms swept up his back seductively, bringing his attention back to her swollen lips. His hips shifted, forcing her to back up towards the bed, slowly. She shivered despite the heat raging through her body- the wood at her back was cold!

Malik saw they could back up no farther and instead picked up his love and carried her to the side of the bed. He dumped her, almost un-romantically onto the silk sheets. He paused a moment to wrestle with the button on his pants.

Creamy white hands came into his vision, coming to his aid. Nekomi made quick work of the button and zipper, pushing away his pants and boxers until he lay free in her hands. She could feel the blood coursing through his manhood, making it stand on end. It aroused her, making her do things she normally would not have done. She took him in her mouth and light, seductively, blew on the very tip of him.

Tremors ran through his body as he tried to restrain himself, tried to stop himself from thrusting farther into the warm wet cavern of her mouth. She laughed and ran her tongue along the length of him, observing and liking his unconcious reaction.

Impatient now, he threw her back on the bed, jumping after to land on top of her, his arms supporting most of his weight, the rest imprisioning her on the bed. Their lips met again, tongues beginning their wild tango once more until they were gasping for breath and panting with need. His hardness pressed against her stomach, making her think that the silk sheets were rough in comparison to his smooth skin.

His fingers passed over the curves of her breasts, hips and thighs, coming back to entangle and intertwin themselves in her triangle of short curly hair. They passed between her slightly parted legs to feel how wet she was, unconciously, she opened farther for him until his hips her comfortably settled between hers.

He was curious for a rational moment, was she just playing him as she had other men? His fingers found her opening amid the inflamed flesh and met resistance, telling him she was giving herslef to a man for the first time. Satisfied, he returned to her lucious body, living out his every desire and dream to touch and caress her. He asked for all she could give and she obliged, arching into him, trying to reach his spear.

He couldn't keep himself back any longer, the pounding in his lower self was becoming almost painful, but he knew he had to move slowly or he would pain her.

Her fingers guided his pumping member to her shaft, placing the engorged head in the proper place. He turned away the compulsion to take one giant thrust in. Slowly he pressed against her. Blood and wetness smoothed his passage and he claimed her inch by painful inch.

She shrieked once, her innocence slipping away with his thrusts, then her groans and purring marked only her passion and pleasure as he shifted inside her.

Reaching bliss, they collasped onto eachother, holding eachother as waves of pleasure swept through their bodies. A loud and insistant knock at the door shook them out of their senses and qucikly into their clothes.