WHY DOES LOVE HURT

: Chapter Nineteen:


The spirit and mind-controller encaged the girl between their towering bodies of similar height, restraining her escape as they smothered her body with gentle caresses.

Marik grinded his groin against her buttocks, relishing her moan as she arched her back and leant forward, supporting her weight on the white-haired tomb robber who instinctively gripped her hips.

Removing his right hand from her hip, Bakura jerked her head up, forcing her eyes to meet his red ones before he lowered his mouth and devoured her lips, ravishing the swelling skin as he nipped and licked at her lower lip.

Anzu vulnerably submitted her body to the two young men, indulged in their hypnotic touches as their masculine bodies molded against hers.

Marik maneuvered his hands to her front, tucking his hands under her blue tank top and slipping his hands up to fondle her breasts while his lips lingered on her neck to mark his territory, leaving indentations and bite marks in his wake.

Bakura's tongue swept with hers in a wild dance of passionate heat, their mouths instinctively widening to allow the other further inclinations to steal each others taste.

Shuddering a breath against his lips, Anzu rested her hands on the spirits shoulders, keeping herself hoisted on her tip-toes to maintain their shared kiss while Marik moved closer to rub against her.

The gold chokers adorning Marik's neck clattered with his movements as he titled his head to reach her lips locked with Bakura's.

Tugging Anzu away from the tomb robber, Marik overlapped her mouth with his, eyeing the spirit in a possessive manner directed toward Anzu, before he sealed his eyes shut and pushed his tongue into her awaiting mouth.

Bakura grunted, disgruntled by the interruption before he hoisted Anzu up and hurled her legs around his waist, settling himself between her legs.

Momentarily eyeing the two lovers engaged in a passionate kiss, he hoarsely cursed in Egyptian, before placing a hand on Anzu's neck and wrenching her away from Marik with an envious glint in his eyes.

" Share; or you can count on me stealing her for myself," Bakura spat in a livid hiss. Anzu flushed, unconsciously licking her lips to taste the lingering flavor of Bakura and Marik.

" Guys, please," She protested.

Marik chuckled, his rich voice ringing against her ear as he viciously stared Bakura down. " I believe our intentions are similar then,"

" Bakura, Marik," She pleaded, only to be silenced as they began to curse obscenities toward the other in intermixed English and Egyptian.

I wish they wouldn't do that. It's like they purposely do it so I don't know what they're saying!

She huffed in indignation.

" Remove your filthy hands from her then!" Bakura bellowed in command.

Marik smirked impishly, a dead giveaway to his devious intentions as he purposely began stroking her chest with several licks of his tongue up her neck in an erotic fashion.

" Marik!" Anzu shrieked, angrily swatting at his hands as she foresaw his objective to enrage the former thief.

Bakura smirked eerily. " That shadow realm would love your presence. As I'd love to be the one to send you there,"

Marik smirked with a challenging flicker flaring pass his gradually narrowing eyes. " I'd like to see you try,"

Anzu struggled to refrain from falling, seeing as her legs were around Bakura and Marik had his arms around his waist.

This definitely wasn't going to have a good outcome….

" Uh……Marik…….Bakura?"

Marik released her unconsciously, lunging at Bakura's neck where he intended to strangle him. Bakura dodged him by backing away, thus causing Anzu's remaining vital support to fail as her legs untangled from his waist, and she shrieked when she fell.

" THAT'S IT!!" Anzu screeched, standing up and pointing between the two men who were preparing to attack one another.

" Trying to wake up the little brat, Anzu?" Marik chortled.

Anzu blanched. She'd completely forgotten Mokuba was in her parents' room!

What if he'd woken up and walked in on them…..? Her cheek flared. How could I forget Mokuba was practically right next door to us!?

It'd had only been two hours or so after she'd arrived from the supermarket with Mokuba, and least to say, the boy was exhausted.

She'd immediately ordered him to her parents' room where he'd be sleeping during his stay at her house over the weekend, and grudgingly he'd obeyed.

Which reminded her, she still had to cook for the little guy. It was just past five, right around the time dinner usually started, and still she had nothing prepared.

" I completely forgot……" She breathed in disbelief and shame. How would she explain what her, Marik and Bakura were doing if he'd walked in on them looking for her!?

I would've died on the spot. She dreadfully guessed.

" Shouldn't you be checking up on him?" Marik sarcastically hissed; he didn't like Kaiba, therefore any family member of his was also to be despised by the mind-controller.

" You're right," She assented, adjusting her clothes while absently sending Marik and Bakura an accusing glare when she noticed a rip in her tank top.

God those two can be so careless!

" Damn it," Marik muttered irritably, scuffing his bangs back in an agitated manner. " This is the second time that damn brat has interrupted us,"

Bakura chuckled hoarsely. " She will repay us by allowing us to sleep with her tonight,"

" WHAT!?" Anzu screeched in disbelief, before clamping a hand over her mouth after remembering Mokuba's slumbering presence next door.

" Are you two crazy? With Mokuba around?" She hissed out incredulously. " Well you can forget it!"

Marik's grin expanded wanly. " You seemed to be enjoying yourself quite well a moment ago,"

She flushed in embarrassment. " Well…that was different. I forgot, okay?"

Bakura stalked in front of her, absently fiddling a shard of her hair between his forefingers as his eyes transfixed on her thick lips.

" I like it when you forget," He announced in a deep, rich voice. She flushed and opened her mouth to object to his impish implications, when his mouth enveloped hers in a rough, erotic kiss.

Cheeks flaring, she reluctantly closed her eyes and relished the feel of his lips molded to hers, before opening them to watch him retreat and admire his work as her lips glistened from his saliva.

Marik made a disgruntled sound. " Let me show you the proper way to dominant ones woman,"

Anzu opened her mouth to object once again to Marik's statement, when his lips overlapped hers, silencing her protests and reverting them into faint moans of pleasure.

Throughout the kiss, his hands began wandering down her back, before he firmly cupped her buttocks and pushed her up and against him.

She squeaked, pulling away from the mind-controller with a shy expression. " We--we shouldn't. Not with Mokuba here,"

Bakura was behind her, and she hadn't noticed until he purposely grinded his groin against her buttocks. She was……..getting that a lot lately.

She blanched. What if that meant they both liked love making that way!?

I can't believe I just pictured that! She slapped her hands to her cheeks in an attempt to control the flush that burned her face with heat of embarrassment as the images flickered through her mind as a mockery to shame her for thinking up such perverted thoughts.

This was Anzu Mazaki! She was Anzu Mazaki! Good old Anzu who never thought of anything like that!

" Seems you excited her, tomb robber," Marik announced, flickering a finger lightly against one of Anzu's flaming cheeks.

" Did I now?" Bakura purred, crushing against her. She didn't want anything to happen, especially with Mokuba around. Thus, she tried to pull away from him by stepping forward, only to find herself face to face with Marik's chest.

Trapped…. She thought frantically.

The two men detected her premeditated escape, and blocked her from front and back, caging her between their taller bodies.

" Seems our woman is trying to run off, tomb robber," Marik chuckled hoarsely in amusement.

Bakura smirked, leaning down to nip at Anzu's neck before he gripped her hips and began rocking against her.

Least to say, she was shocked by his actions, and squealed.

" We can't allow that, can we?" Bakura murmured, licking her neck.

She flushed brightly when Marik began to slouch down to kiss her. " I'm afraid were not done with you. Are we tomb robber?"

Marik's eyes briefly bypassed her to look at Bakura who grinned impishly.

" She's far from being done with," Bakura chortled against her jugular.

" Since when have you two agreed on anything!?" She demanded, struggling to move out from between them.

She was really starting to freak out. What if they ended up….and what if Mokuba walked in……..and

Stop thinking about it, Anzu! Just stop thinking about it!

" Anzu?" The boyishly childlike voice beckoned her from behind the door, before a soft knock proceeded to follow.

Anzu blanched. " It's Mokuba! He's awake,"

" Tell him to get lost," Marik grounded out in an annoyed demand.

" Mokuba's my responsibility. It's my job to watch over him this weekend."

" He's old enough to get whatever he needs," Marik continued to tug at her lower lip, persuading her to agree to his terms.

Anzu angrily swatted at his chest, pulling back. " We can continue this later. I have to see what Mokuba needs,"

Marik glared in anger.

Bakura kissed her before he released her from behind and allowed her to freely escape from her position between himself and Marik.

" Be quick, woman," He muttered. Anzu blinked in surprise. That was one in a first he addressed her as woman.

" Now remember, no fighting," Anzu warned, wagging her finger at them.

" We're older than you Anzu. By millenniums. I think we've lived long enough to understand you without being scolded like some children,"

" True, but you two sure act like children," She chided.

Bakura smirked wolfishly. " Trust me," He cooed, slipping in close to her to whisper in her ear.

" When it comes to--"

Marik watched her flush and scold him, and he didn't like the reaction. " What did you tell her?!" He demanded.

Bakura chuckled. " Nothing of your concerns,"

" Anzu? You in there?" Mokuba called again.

" Oh right! Coming Mokuba!" Anzu gave them a last fleeting, warning look, before she opening the door and walked out, greeting Mokuba in the process.

" Sleep good?" Anzu asked, ruffling his hair.

" Hey!" he whined, fixing his hair. " I'm not a kid, Anzu," He murmured, pouting afterward.

She smiled widely, accompanying him downstairs. " Whatever you say, Mokuba. Whatever you say,"


Once in the kitchen, while Mokuba headed into the family across from where she was, he turned on the television and began watching a show.

" Spaghetti coming right up!" Anzu announced, giggling when she caught sight of Mokuba cheering and flaring his arms in the air.

"Alright! Homemade food!"

Anzu stared at him with pity. I almost forgot….Mokuba doesn't have a mother to cook for him. And with how busy Kaiba is…..the little guy has probably never enjoyed a good homemade dish.

She meekly smiled. Well all that's going to change today, because I'm going to make him the best spaghetti he's ever had!


" She's a natural born seductress," Marik muttered, glaring at the clock. It had been an hour or so since she'd gone downstairs with Mokuba, and she hadn't come up since then.

" Don't tell me you're jealous of a kid?" Bakura grunted, before a smirk cracked on his placid features.

" Don't be a fool," Marik spat. " I have no reason to be."

" You're right. You don't," Bakura grounded out sharply.

" What's taking her so long? Is she embarrassed of us?" Marik demanded, arising off her bed and unconsciously balling his fists to his side.

" Maybe she is," Bakura murmured lethargically.

" You don't care?!" Marik bellowed.

Bakura chuckled lowly. " Why should I? There's no reason for her to be taunting us like prizes to that kid, either,"

Marik eyed the spirit a moment, before plopping back on the bed. " You're right…."

" I suppose," Marik added quickly.

Bakura smirked. " Besides, we're not children. We can do whatever we want. Including going down there,"

" True," A devious flicker passed in Marik's eyes. " That boy…….you don't suppose he….?"

" Likes Anzu?" Bakura trailed off. " I know so,"

" Pathetic brat. He thinks he has a chance with our woman?"

" He doesn't," The tomb robber recoiled calmly, eyed sealed shut.

Marik scoffed. " You don't care?"

" No. But obviously you do,"

" Don't be an imbecile like the Pharaoh and his pathetic weakling for friends!"

Bakura opened his eyes, ignoring his statement as he headed to the door. " I'm going downstairs,"

" Not without me," Marik mumbled, following quickly behind Bakura as they exited Anzu's room and stalked downstairs.


Anzu had her eyes sealed tightly shut, unconsciously gripping her cup of soda as she stiffened on the couch.

" Is it over?" She murmured out, cracking open one eye to glance the television.

" Don't tell me you were scared!" Mokuba laughed when she slowly set her cup on the coffee table affront them.

" Not really," She breathed. " It's just the weather. I hate lightening, and its not helping that I just witnessed the scariest movie I've seen in my life!"

" So you were scared!" Mokuba began laughing aloud in victory.

" Who wouldn't have been!? That stalker was the creepiest looking guy on the planet!" She defended, grabbing one of the cushions from the couch and haling it in her arms.

" Ah, it wasn't that scary," Mokuba stated smugly.

She rolled her eyes. " Then explain you crying when that stalker jumped out of nowhere in that girls house, hmm?"

" That was tears of laughter! Those sound affects were so cheesy who wouldn't have laughed?"

" Oh I don't know. Me?"

He frowned. " Okay, so I was a bit scared. But not as bad as you,"

She grinned. " Alright, I'll take it. It's better than nothing,"

Mokuba smiled shyly in return.

Marik grunted. " Enjoying yourselves?"

Anzu jolted from the sudden alter of voice, only to realize it was Marik, slowly followed by Bakura.

" Actually, I think I'm going to have nightmares tonight," She exclaimed, clutching the cushion tighter to her chest.

" From?" Bakura persisted, eyeing Mokuba who was seated too close to her. That boy was sly alright.

" The movie we just finished," Anzu explained, jabbing a finger at the credits of the film now zooming slowly down the screen with a black background and eerie music playing in the back.

He cocked a grin. " Marik and I will be sleeping with you tonight. You'll be fine,"

She flushed. How could he say that! And in front of Mokuba no less!

" They're sleeping with you tonight?" Mokuba prodded.

Anzu meekly nodded. " Uh, yeah. Heh….."

" Why?" Mokuba innocently blinked.

" Because we're her lo--"

Anzu lunged over the couch and clamped a hand over Marik's mouth. " They're uh…….keeping me company tonight!"

" Oh…." Mokuba grimaced, before looking up with a grin. " Can I keep you company too?"

She shook her head. " No, that's alright. It'll be too cramped in there. And it gets hot during the night,"

" That's alright!" Mokuba chirped. " I'll just sleep in some sleeping bag on the floor like them!" He pointed at Marik and Bakura.

Bakura grinned wanly. " We're not sleeping on the floor, kid,"

" Then where are you sleeping? I thought she said you're sleeping with her tonight?"

" Oh we are," Bakura agreed with a widening smirk. " But we'll be sleeping in the be---"

Anzu lunged over and covered Bakura's mouth with her other free hand. " Beautiful futons I set up for them!" She finished.

Mokuba blinked. Boy am I ever confused. And why's Anzu acting so weird? Sheesh, I'll never get girls.


Mokuba was busy brushing his teeth in the bathroom in Anzu's room, while she climbed in the bed after giving Marik and Bakura their separate sleeping bags.

" Sorry guys," She laughed out, cowering from their glares when they settled the futons on the floor beside her bed.

" This is absurd," Marik growled. " Because of some brat I am restricted from sharing a bed with my woman?!"

" Shh! Keep your voice down!" Anzu scolded, looking over at Mokuba who was still brushing his teeth with the faucet loudly running.

Good, he didn't hear….Whew…

Bakura climbed in the bed after stripping off the white shirt with blue stripes Ryou delighted in wearing, pulling the covers over himself and sealing his eyes shut.

Anzu blanched. " Bakura! Did you forget about Mokuba?"

" It's not like we'll be doing anything," He muttered where his face lay buried in the pillow.

Marik cursed. " If he can sleep with you, than so can I," Horrified, she watched Marik rid himself of the purple shirt he adored wearing, before he shook of his shoes and then climbed into the king sized bed large enough to accommodate to the three of them.

" Marik! Not you too!" Anzu groaned dismally.

" All done!" Revealing white teeth, with a refreshed laugh followed after, Mokuba exited the bathroom.

Anzu warily watched him stalk around the bed, before settling in the futon laid out on the floor beside Bakura who slept right of Anzu.

Maybe he didn't notice?

" Oh my God!" Mokuba shouted, jumping up and pointing at Marik and Bakura who slept soundlessly beside her.

" Why are they in bed with you!? What's going on!?"

Anzu flushed, but reluctantly regarded the twelve year old with a firm stare.

" Mokuba, you can keep a promise, right?"


" Whoa, so let me get this straight……..you, Marik and Bakura?" He flushed and Anzu nodded.

" I know it's hard to believe, but they're really great guys,"

" Oh, wow! Wait till Seto hears about---" He grew silent when she looked to him desperately.

" Oh right. Promised not to tell,"

She smiled appreciatively. " Thanks, Mokuba. It's just, I don't want anyone to know until I'm ready to tell,"

" My lips are sealed," To prove his point, he motioned to seal his lips shut with a sideways slide of his hands across his lips.

Anzu giggled. " Thanks for understanding," She extended her arm to ruffle his hair like she'd grown accustomed to doing, before her hand retreated and she smiled widely.

" No, you're right. You're too old for that. If you can keep a promise, you definitely are maturing,"

He grinned. " Really? You think so?"

She nodded. " Now how about we get some rest?"

" Sounds great!"


" Took long enough," Marik muttered upon glimpsing Anzu and Mokuba attempt to silently re-enter the room.

" Sorry, did we wake you?" Anzu asked, accompanying Mokuba to his futon and tucking him in as she drew the blankets over him.

" Did you tell him?" He murmured, bypassing her question.

She nodded. " Yeah, and surprisingly he took it well."

Marik leaned slightly over to study the boy. " He already asleep?"

She nodded. " I practically had to haul him up here halfway!" She smiled despite her words and leant down to peck his forehead.

" I've always wanted a little brother," She breathed, before standing from her knelt position and climbing in her bed.

Marik smirked as she settled between himself and Bakura.

" He's knocked out cold, huh?" Anzu giggled lightly, brushing Bakura's stray bangs from his slumbered face.

Marik eyed the tomb robber briefly but remained quiet.

Leaning down she kissed Bakura gently on the cheek, before tenderly caressing his pale cheek.

Releasing him, she turned over and kissed Marik softly on the lips. " Now go to sleep. You look exhausted,"

" I am," He murmured, before laying down from his seated position.

She followed suit a minute after, smiling to herself. Boy does it ever feel good to just lay down.


A/N: I know! You all hate me for leaving it there! But hey! Did you see all that yummy action between Anzu, Bakura and Marik? And yes I realized I haven't done the lemon yet, but trust me it's coming soon. Also, Ryou will be in the next chapter, as you've all probably realized Bakura's been controlling his body for quite some time.

Thanks all, and remember, Read and Review! It's good for the soul! XD