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Pastelblue – I have a small bottle of the scented oil. I LOVE it. It has become my newest scent to wear and not only is it exotic but heavenly as well. I have had several compliments on it. Found it in the mall while I was on vacation a couple weeks back lol. As for the relationship between Atem and Bakura, Atem explains that a little bit here in this chapter. More like housemates who like to party together ... smiles...

Atemu Fangurl- Yup there was a character with your name in here lol... She comes back in the next chapter too lol.

Checkmate! – Hehe. I have a tendency to leave my readers hanging now and then... Just to make sure you come back lol!

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...

Burning Desire

Anya moaned softly as she tensed up her body in a stretch, keeping her arms near her body. The sun was just beginning to filter through the curtains. Her mind seemed fuzzy as her eyes fluttered open slightly. She froze when she heard a deeper moan coming from behind her. It was then she realized there was someone behind her. An arm draped over her waist andhis body spooned up tight against her. Her breath caught as the events from the night before flooded her mind.

"Are you all right?" a deep voice asked her in a hushed tone. She pulled back slightly, and saw she had been resting her arm and head on another man's chest. Just then that man was looking at her through slitted eyes, his arms comfortably resting behind his head. His name is Atem, she remembered. He sat up a little and tilted his head at her when she hesitated to answer, concern flashing in the crimson eyes that had now opened wider. "Are you ok?" he asked her again, still trying to keep his voice quiet.

"I...I think so. Just disoriented, I guess. Forgot where I was," she answered quietly in a slightly shaky voice. She opened her mouth to speak again but Atem placed two fingers lightly over her lips and shushed her as they heard Bakura stirring again.

"Bakura likes to sleep late and gets cranky if he doesn't." he nodded to the door. "Let me get you a robe and then get us something to drink." Anya pressed the red satin sheet tighter against her bare chest and merely watched him with baited breath as he climbed out of bed. She averted her gaze however, upon realizing that, like Bakura and herself, he was still without clothing. Seemingly unembarrassed by his state of undress, Atem casually made his way to the closet, returning with a black silk robe for her and a deep blue one for himself.

Gingerly, she removed Bakura's arm from her waist and slipped out of the bed, donning the robe immediately and tying the strap tightly around her slender waist. She looked up at the sound of Atem's intake of breath and realized what she must look like to him. Her hair was a mess as the tangled mess of curls that took her a half hour to fix the night before looked wild as it cascaded down her back. Her lips still slightly swollen for the hungry kisses they all shared that night. Her eyes still dilated in the dimness of the room. Normally, she would be running for the shower to clean up, but for some reason the appreciation in his eyes stopped her. He was seeing her in a way few ever had the chance to see her, and she realized he liked what he saw. It made her feel strange. Light and weak, yet strong and powerful at the same time. He extended a hand to her and led her quietly from the room, down a long flight of stairs and to the large sitting room their night had begun in upon reaching the home that night. The wine glasses still sat on the table in various stages of emptiness, and the embers from the fire still glowed.

"Can I get you something to drink? Juice, coffee, tea?" Atem asked her. She followed him into the kitchen where he began to pour water into a coffee pot to heat up for tea.

"Do you by any chance have any peach tea?" she responded. He opened a cupboard and searched through some boxes.

"Yes, actually, I do," he answered, pulling a few tea bags out of a box inside the cupboard. She sat silently on a bar stool beside the counter and watched him prepare the tea for the both of them. She took the warm mug gratefully and carefully took a sip. A happy sigh escaped her throat and a smile curved her lips. She knew Atem was watching her. Normally she would have been uneasy, but not this time. She found she liked being watched by him.

"So, do you two... do this often?" she asked softly. Atem took a sip of his own tea and then sighed.

"Not really. We have a few times, but I choose not to make it a habit of it." Atem paused a moment and gave a light smile. "Bakura was actually holding back last night, I was surprised. He can get pretty rough."

"Oh, really? Guess I was special," She said lightly.

"You are." Anya got the feeling he had not meant for her to hear that so she pretended as much. Atem stood and leaned against the counter, facing her, and Anya sat in silence for a moment. Atem would look over at her from time to time as she swirled her tea in her cup. She startled him with her next question.

"Do you like living like that?"

"What do you mean?" He gave her a confused look. "Like here, in this place? Or clubbing and picking up strangers?"

"The second one?"

"Do you enjoy being picked up by strangers at a club?" he returned. She raised an eyebrow at him.

"My question first. Then I will answer yours," she responded. He chuckled.

"Fair enough. I used to. Not anymore. Just looking for something more stable now... Bakura just has a way to bring out the darker side in me. Now you, do you enjoy it?"

"Last night was the first time I ever allowed it to happen. I typically leave with no one but the ones who I came with. I never leave with anyone else. Let alone two people I have never met before in my life." She decided to continue this back and forth question game she had started. "Dark side? You seemed gentle to me. Was that just part of your game?"

"Not for me. That is how I always went about meeting someone new. Bakura plays the games. He is the love 'em and leave 'em type. I would rather... Never mind. It is not important." He looked down at his tea cup again. Just as Anya was about to speak again, he stopped her by looking up and speaking a new question. "So last night was a first for you? Just leaving with someone you didn't know, or something else?" She was stunned by the question for a moment.

"Don't get me wrong. I have had my share of partners," she answered. "But they were always someone I knew and trusted. However, two at one time was new to me. Now do you always share a room with Bakura? I mean are you two...?" His cheeks reddened slightly.

"No, I am not...on the fnce or any otherway. He keeps his distance from me in those situations. However, he may swing both ways. I wouldn't be surprised. He is experimental like that. Rough, bondage, more than one partner and things like that," he answered with a laugh. A blush on his cheeks could be seen, though faint.

"I made you blush," Anya teased him lightly. They both shared a soft laugh as they looked back down at their cups.

Suddenly, he looked up at her. She saw the fire in his eyes again. Desire was building. The problem was she really had to be headed back to her apartment. Her friends would be worrying about her. She coughed and stood. "I really should be headed back home."

Disappointment flashed in his eyes for a moment before he stood straight again. "I will get your clothes for you. You may barrow one of the showers if you wish."

"Thank you." Anya had just started past him when he reached out and lightly grabbed her waist. She gasped as his lips pressed hungrilyagainst hers. Her heart beat faster and her eyes closed. Her lips responded before she could think. Oh yes, the passion was there. This time was different though. This was not like the sexual kisses they shared the night before. This went deeper. As if he was reaching deep into her soul. She knew she should not give in, but she found her fingers going for the tie on his robe. No, she could not tame this fire. This time it would consume her. She gasped and let her head fall back in abandon as his lips left a trail of fire down to her neck. Yes, it would consume her, and she would not fight it.

Last chapter is next so I won't keep you waiting too long, lol. See, I am trying to be tasteful, lol. Ok, I am off to work on the last chapter before I forget the details, lol.