He wasted no time when we got to his apartment to slam me into the wall and kiss me furiously, slightly bruising my lips in the process. He pushed his tongue out of his mouth and shoved it into my mouth, shocking me slightly, and wasting no time before dancing with mine. He broke away suddenly and looked me dead in the eye, anger and annoyance swimming in his dark chocolate orbs.

"Does that Hiyoshi guy kiss better than me?" he asked. Stunned by the question, I did not answer. "Well?" he questioned impatience clear in his voice.

"I. . . uh. . . Bakura, it was so long ago, I can barely even remember." Not liking my response he grabbed me by the shoulders and slammed me into the wall, slightly bruising my back and definitely hurting me.

"I think you do remember, but just refuse to answer." His eyes narrowed, showing a colder and darker look to them.

"Bakura, Hiyoshi was my first everything. You're a better kisser, no doubt, but even though I can't physically remember his touch, there'll still be that place in my heart for him. But even that is slowly starting to fade."

An evil smirk grew on his face. "Here, let me help you completely forget what it was ever like to be in that jerk's presence. I'll make you forget he ever kissed you, ever touched you, ever did unspeakable things to you." He picked me up bridal style and carried me away to his bedroom. When we got to the door, Bakura kicked it open, and even though it couldn't be heard, the door whimpered in pain.

Upon crossing the threshold and entering the room, more images passed before my eyes. I saw slightly less blurry images of a man holding a man the exact same way only in a dimmer, colder room.

I was brought back to reality with Bakura slamming me onto the bed and crawling on top of me. He went from kissing my lips down to my long slender neck. With him kissing and licking it I couldn't help but let out a few moans where it felt the most pleasurable. Smirking against the skin, Bakura kissed harder, licked faster and slightly bit.

Soon growing bored of my neck, he slowly started to kiss downwards onto my collarbone. My pale, boney skin was soon covered in his kisses as he didn't let a single inch go untouched. Unable to keep myself from letting noises escape my mouth, I started to bit my lips, only to draw blood in the process. Bakura, noticing this, kissed his way back up to my lips and licked the blood off.

Another quick image flashed before my eyes, this time of a muscular, tan man with snow white hair looking down at a frail girl. "You've been through enough pain," he stated gently, "why put yourself through more by drawing blood." He licked the blood off her lips were her tooth made contact with skin. "Besides, red isn't a good color on you."

The image disappeared in time for me to see Bakura kissing his way back down to my collarbone. His eyes held a mischievous look to them as he stared at my school uniform. His hands reached for the obnoxiously large blue bow before ripping it off and discarding it to the ground. He attacked the pink blazer next, and before I knew it, it joined the bow on the floor. His fingers greedily started to unbutton the white dress shirt that hid underneath. The more buttons that became undone, the larger the smirk grew on Bakura's face. When all the buttons became magically undone Bakura stared in disbelief at my nearly exposed chest. He licked his lips as if he knew what was coming next.

In one dizzying movement, Bakura had pulled me up onto my knees as he did the same, and slid my dress shirt off. He licked his lips once more as he reached his hand outwards and cupped my breast. I shut my eyes tightly and let a quiet moan escape. He did the same for the other breast and slowly started to knead them together.

"Bakura. . ." I moaned softly.

"That's right, say my name," he said in a husky voice.

He reached behind my back and unclipped my bra, letting it drop to the ever growing pile of clothing on the floor. His lips soon attached themselves to the pink skin on my breasts. While he sucked on one his hand fondled with the other. When he was satisfied with the work he did with one he moved straight to the other and repeated this. He kissed his way from my breasts down my stomach and stopped at the hem of my skirt. He looked up, eyes pleading to continue. I nodded my head in one short movement, and with that, my short skirt that passed for a school uniform was ripped off my legs and joined the pile.

"Ney, Bakura," I said as his fingers gripped the lace resting on my hips. He looked up, fingers still placed on my hips, curiosity easing itself into his eyes. "I think the balance of clothing is a bit unfair. Let me fix that." Before he knew what was coming I had placed my hands on his blue jacket and started unzipping it. He watched with a smirk as I hastily slid the zipper further south and then threw off his jacket. It landed with a soft thud into the pile of clothing that was ever so present on the floor.

"If you were this impatient you should've told me, princess," Bakura mocked as my fingers started to work the buttons. One by one each button became free of its holder; with each passing button my excitement grew as more and more of his chest could be seen. After what felt like an eternity, all eight buttons were undone.

Bakura continued to kneel there, open dress shirt exposing his pale, smooth chest and dark blue bottoms not even denying the obvious bulge. "What's next?" he asked, lust swimming in the chocolate windows to his soul. His question was answered with me sliding off his shirt and attacking his neck with a series of kisses. "Getting quite. . . daring," Bakura started to say in between moans, "very different. . . uh. . . from the Yuki. . . I know from school."

I looked at him, "That Yuki is gone."

"Then I might as well have my fun with this one while I can."

I started to kiss down his neck and onto his chest while my hands started to roam south. They started in the middle of his stomach and eventually moved down to his abs, outlining them in the process. They moved south seconds later, hesitating only for a mere moment before placing themselves over the bulge and pressing down only the slightest bit.

"Yuki," Bakura moaned out while I was kissing myself down his well defined chest. My hands moved on their own as they started to undo the button and zipper that fastened his pants closed. When they were lose, Bakura kicked them off and rustling could be heard as they fell to the floor. My hand returned to the bulge as I gripped him through the thin layer known as his plain navy blue boxers. His moans became louder as he threw back his head in pleasure. I soon began to pump him through the boxers, the moans fueling my desire for him and becoming music to my ears.

My fingers soon traveled to his waistline and gripped the hem of his boxers. And slowly, I started to slide them down his legs as they soon decorated the pile of clothing, like a star on a Christmas tree. When he was fully unclothed, I looked at him and thought to myself how beautiful he was.

"Bask in my nakedness," Bakura chimed in, a wide smirk covering his face. Deciding to wipe that smirk off his face, I grabbed him in my hands and started to stroke him. That wiped the grin off his face fast as he threw his head back onto the pillows. I ran my thumb over the slit and felt as precum started to come out. This time I held the smirk as I now put my entire hand on him and started to pump him. His moaning started up again which only fueled me to pump him faster.

I soon replaced my hand with my mouth as I started to bob up and down. "Yuki," he moaned over and over. I kept going, feeling as he slightly added pressure to the top of my head and kept pushing me down further until I had all seven inches of him in my mouth. I continued to suck faster and faster until he finally exploded in my mouth. He looked with hazy eyes as I swallowed all of it and watched as a bit started dripping onto my chin and eventually fell onto chest.

"My turn," Bakura said, still regaining his breath. He flipped us over so my head now rested on the pillows. He eyed me quickly and in a blink of an eye ripped my panties off. He stared for a moment, as if not believing what he was seeing. Then without another thought, his right index finger entered me. I caught my breath before slowly exhaling and felt the immense pleasure course through me. He slowly lowered his head as I soon felt his tongue enter me. His hot breath mixed with his tongue and finger were too much as I climaxed. He didn't even give me a second before he replaced his tongue with another finger and soon another. The scissoring feeling fueled my body with immense pleasure and excitement before I climaxed yet again.

My head rest of the pillows, eyes shut tightly as I tried to capture my breath. When I opened them I saw chocolate orbs staring into my night sky blue ones. "Ready?" he asked, voice thick with lust.

I nodded my head in agreement. I winced at the feeling of him entering me and waited for the pain to subside. "So tight," he gritted. Bakura waited until I gave him a signal to continue, and after a few moments I told him to continue.

Our breaths came in short, raspy ones as he pumped inside and I pushed my waist up with each stroke. I felt his heart beating fast, probably matching the beating of my own. He desperately kissed my neck, fast and furious, while I moaned his name over and over. And when I could take it no more, I climaxed, him following a few pumps later.

We lay in bed and pulled the covers up over us. I fell asleep to the beating of Bakura's heart and him slowly stroking my hair.