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Pastelblue: Glad you could see it. It looked 10 times better in the dreambut words can only paint so muc of a picture lol. They were poetry in motion at that club lol. Typically, I would love tolet you have Bakura, but Anya is going to be greedy and keep them both this timelol... Maybe next time though...smiles... Thanks for reading and hope you continue to like the chapters yet to come!

This is a new type for me as well... This was actually a dream I had that was too good to not do something with. It definitely is not going to be suited for anyone under 16 for mature content. OOC for Bakura and Atem...

The Dance Continues

They shared a few more dances before Anya decided she would lose her mind if she did not go with them. So when the white haired one asked her again if she wanted to go, she held her head up high and nodded to him. He looked up at his friend with a pleased look in his eyes. The crimson-eyed one gave her a welcoming smile as they made their way off the dance floor. They retrieved their jackets and met her back at her table where she was telling her friends she would not need a ride home that night.

"Anya? Are you sure you want to do this? I mean you don't even know them," one friend said with concern.

"Yeah this isn't like you at all," another told her.

"Jackie, Brandy, I know this. That is why I want to do this. While I am still young. I'll never know what I am missing if I don't give it a try," she reasoned.

"But complete strangers? Come on Anya, you could do better than that," Brandy pleaded with her.

"Maybe, but something tells me I will be ok." She looked over her shoulder to see that the crimson eyed one had her jacket and purse while the white haired one was tossing his keys in the air. "I will be fine. I have my cell if I need help ok? Don't worry."

"If you are sure," Jackie conceded as she watched Anya walk toward the two strangers.

"We are honored you decided to join us," the crimson eyed man said softly with his deep voice, as his friend went to get the car. The fresh, cool breeze was a shock to her senses and she took a deep breath. He leaned close to her ear again. "I have been meaning to tell you, the scent you are wearing is very... intoxicating. What is it, may I ask?

"It is scented perfume oil. Egyptian musk," she answered lightly.

"Isn't that ironic," the white haired one commented as he returned with the car. He had gotten out and approached them just as she had answered the question.

"How so?" she asked him.

"We are from Egypt, is what my friend means," the crimson eyed one responded. "My name is Atem. His is Bakura. And yours, beautiful lady?"

"A-Anya," she stammered. Bakura stepped forward and took her hand to kiss it as a gentleman would.

"Anya, the Russian form of Ann, which is English meaning graceful. How fitting." His smile made her heart jump.

"Do you make it a habit of knowing the meaning of all female names so you can impress them?" She grinned up at him, her deep blue eyes flashing with amusement. Her flashed a playful smile back at her, but avoided her question.

"Shall we go?" he asked instead. "I am famished," he added with a wolfish grin. He tossed the keys to Atem and jumped into the back seat of the sleek, black convertible. The top was down and he slid into the back easily without even opening the door.

"Forgive my friend, dear Anya. He can be rude sometimes," Atem told her as he opened the passenger door for her. Bakura raised an eyebrow at him but said nothing. She was silent as they drove through town to a tiny café for a small snack before heading back to their place, her hair blowing in the wind. She never remembered feeling so carefree before. It felt wonderful to her.

Bakura spent the ride back to their home placing little kisses on her bare shoulders and playing with her hair. Atem raised an eyebrow at his friend but said nothing. Anya's eyes opened wide at the sight of the huge home before her. Big enough to be considered a mansion.

"You mean you live here?" she choked out. Atem grinned at her and Bakura's lips touched her neck briefly before answering.

"Of course, only the best." This time he jumped out and got the door for her with a graceful bow. "Now the fun will really begin," he added with that wolfish grin again. Atem rolled his eyes as he followed them into the home.

The lights were dim and candles were lit. Soft music seemed to come out of nowhere and filled the home. A fire crackled in the fireplace. Anya had found a spot near the fire so she could gaze into the flames as the two men gathered wine and glasses for the three of them.

"A beautiful sight isn't it?" Atem's voice brought her out of her trance and she jumped when she realized he had appeared and taken a spot very near her. He lightly brushed a finger down the inside of her arm which was propping her up on the floor. "Are you comfortable? Can we get you anything?"

"A glass of wine would be nice," she said, her voice echoing the softness in his as she tried to catch her breath. His touch had made her feel such strange feelings. Her head had begun to spin, but she liked it.

"As you wish, my lady," Bakura replied, handing her a small glass of blush wine.

"My favorite kind," she commented with a smile after taking a sip. "I am not much of a red wine person, this is good."

"Glad you like it." Atem smiled and gave a soft chuckle. They all sipped their drinks while the guys continued to tempt her with their touches, and kisses.

"I am hungry again," Bakura murmured with his wolfish grin and a wink.

"Are you now," Anya grinned slyly while looking up at him with the tops of her eyes. She knew she was baiting him. She also knew he was enjoying it. She looked over at Atem. "And what about you? Are you hungry as well?"

"Not exactly," he answered with a sly smirk. "Though, I am ready for another dance." Anya saw the sparkle in his eyes.

"I believe I can take care of both cravings." The two were surprised by her offer.

"Are you certain it is what you want?" Atem asked her lightly. There was concern in his voice, and passion in his eyes.

I have never been more certain about anything in my life, she thought to herself. But all she said was, "Yes," and she surrendered to the gentle kiss he placed on her lips. It did not stay gentle long, however, as the passion that began at the club threatened to consume them and the kiss became passionate. Her heart jumped at Bakura's lips near her neck again. Yes, the dance was beginning again. But would she be consumed by the fire, or be the one to tame the flames?

Wow... Just remembering that part of the dream made my heart race lol... Don't worry, I don't go into to much detail with what happens. I am pretty sure everyone can guess anyways lol... There should be only one or 2 more chapters left to go ad this is finished so thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts!