A/N: It's the chapter you've all been waiting for! That's right, "LUST" is finally here, which means –drum roll please- Bakura is in the house, ladies! I'm not going to talk long up here because I'm sure you're all anxious to meet the man of the hour ;) So without further ado, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Not Mine!

I remember my first kiss.

Overall, it was a pretty unforgettable experience, though not for the usual romantic reasons. I didn't bump into him at school or see him across the cafeteria or anything cliché like that.

Being a growing boy at the age of sixteen, I had complained to Ishizu about the lack of food in the apartment. In response, Seto (that bastard spent way too much time at our house) had tossed a couple twenties at me and told me to keep the change.

Annoyed and not wanting to be around him anymore anyways, I set out, determined to find a way to waste his money.

I was only half way to the grocery store when the alarms in the shop I was passing went off. I found myself standing right outside the front door like a deer in the headlights, wondering if I'd done something wrong.

With a crash, the automatic doors came flying opening. You know those signs that say 'push in case of emergency'? Well this guy took that seriously.

He came flying down the stairs like a deranged ghost with white tendrils flying everywhere and a demonic cackle filling the night air. It was only accented by the store alarm wailing in his wake.

A light flicked on in the studio above the shop, accompanied by shouting into a phone.

"I'm being robbed! I'm being robbed!"

A couple seconds too late, I realized the guy was running straight at me and didn't plan to stop.

I took a hesitant step backwards, but all I managed to do was trip the guy.

With a loud curse, he sprawled awkwardly on the sidewalk, nearly dropping his bag of loot.

"I'm going to fucking kill you, Akefia!"

Suddenly, he was back on his feet, his face so close I could feel his breath. I gave a manly squeak of surprise and stood rigid in his rough grip, heart about to pound out of my chest.

"Hm. You're not him, are you? No, definitely not."

His voice had become deceptively calm for someone who seconds before had sounded like he wanted to gut me.

He backed off a little, still eyeing me warily –long enough to give me an eyeful of pale skin, harsh, handsome features, and dark eyes. Definitely not a look I would easily forget.

Our not-so-romantic moment was interrupted by the sound of a chamber being loaded. The store owner was leaning out the upstairs window, a double barrelled shot gun aimed straight at the thief.

Actually, given our proximity, aimed at us.

Uh-oh.

"Fuck. Well, you've seen my face so you better come with me, kid."

"Wha –w-where are you" –

"I said come on!"

One strong, pale hand grabbed mine and yanked me along behind him, nearly dislocating my shoulder.

Turned out to be a good thing, because the pebbles by my foot exploded into bits of shrapnel a second later, courtesy of the crazy shop owner.

I didn't need any more encouragement, realizing the shop owner probably thought I was in with the thief. Pushing full steam ahead, I soon found myself dragging him along thanks to my long legs.

I must have covered half a mile when he started to slow down, forcing me to also come to a halt.

"Slow down, kid! What's the rush?"

"W…W-we have to…We have to keep…going…the shop…keeper…gun…boom!"

"Keh, that guy will never catch us. I know these ally-ways better than a stray dog. If it weren't for that prick, Mariku, he would never have even known I was there."

I must have looked half crazed, having run about ten blocks in three minutes. I was sweaty with my hair mussed and nearly bent in half just trying to catch my breath, but he looked calm as could be, as well as a little intrigued.

"You're pretty young to be out on the streets this late…and also far too pretty. A thief like me might come along and try to steal you."

"Why does everyone say that when they meet me? And what are you talking about; you hardly look much older than me."

I knew I was just grumbling, but it was my go-to mechanism when I was nervous, and to say I was nervous in this situation didn't do it justice.

I had just gotten tangled up in a robbery and helped the perpetrator escape!

The pale boy grinned at me, sharp teeth all but glinting in the moonlight. Sliding closer, he lifted my chin with one hand, managing to look taller than me though we were nearly even in height.

"Probably because you are very pretty."

"I" –

My throat constricted, cutting off my words as he leaned closer, lips very nearly touching mine. I was sure I was going to hyperventilate or have a heart attack or something.

"Well someone's nervous."

He pulled away suddenly, acting like he hadn't been an inch away from kissing me.

Oh Ra, oh Ra, what was happening with my life? Wasn't I just a normal pissed off teenager ten minutes ago?

"W-who's Akefia?"

Okay so it didn't come out as toughly as I had intended, but it was better than just squeaking like a little girl which was basically all I'd managed so far.

If I was going to be made a criminal and dragged off into the night, I'd like to know who it was I had to blame.

"You must have misheard me. I never said the name Akefia. You probably heard me say Mariku. He's my former partner in this crime. This was going to be our last heist together. He was supposed to leave the alarm off. But I guess Ryou got in his head and made him feel bad about it or something…doesn't matter. If he didn't help that means I don't have to give him a cut."

He gave another chilling laugh, and I shivered a little. He nearly got shot and arrested and here he was laughing about his loot in a back alley way with some person he'd never met.

This guy was crazy. Absolutely bat-shit insane.

And that coupled with his exotic, albino looks was pretty damn hot.

"Does that mean that I get a cut?"

That shut up his laughing pretty quickly.

"What makes you think I would do that?"

"Well, I saw your face. I could turn you into the police."

"Let me re-phrase that. What makes you think I won't just gut you here where no one will find you till tomorrow when I'm long gone?"

As though to prove his point, he was once again up in my face, a blade flashing in the moonlight at my throat. I felt my mouth go dry.

The sight of that blade made my back itch.

This was bad, this was very, very bad, oh Ra, what had my big mouth gotten me into now?

"Because…I'm, uh…too pretty to die?"

There was a pause, and then another round of loud, unabashed laughter. The knife disappeared back inside his jacket.

I couldn't help noticing that though it was tattered and dirty, it was a very familiar jacket…

"You've got a smart mouth, kid, I'll give you that. My name's Touzoku Bakura, but most people know me by my work as the Thief King."

"My name's Marik. Most people just know me as Marik."

"Well, Marik, now you know what I look like and you know my real name. You're probably one of maybe four people in this city that could testify against me based on anything other than suspicion. Can you see where I'm going with this?"

"All I see is a guy who isn't very good at bribery."

"Oh? I think you'll find I can be quite…persuasive. Especially with someone as pretty as you."

The next thing I knew I was pinned up against the brick wall of the alleyway. I could hardly breath, certain that I was about to get stabbed for real this time and wondering if I should start saying prayers –or maybe not, because instead of stabbing me, he pressed his mouth against mine, in one hell of a kiss.

Suddenly, I wasn't so focused on being stabbed and much more intent about the hot, hard body pressed against mine, and the cold lips that had just laid a dizzying smacker on me.

I knew I gasped when he pulled away, because I could hear him chuckling but that was about all I could hear over the blood rushing in my ears. The warm body disappeared to my disappointment.

As I took a stumbling step forward, I heard from behind me:

"It's never good to kiss and tell, Marik. Don't forget that."

And then he was gone, slipping out of the alleyway like a wraith in the night. I'm pretty sure I stood there for a good five minutes, head still spinning with the realization that I'd just gotten my very first kiss from a thief.

A really hot, sultry thief with an interesting means of bribing his victims, but still.

Hearing sirens in the distance, I realized, like Bakura probably had several minutes before me, that it wasn't smart to stay in the same place for too long.

Starting back towards home, I felt something weighing down the pocket of my jacket.

Reaching inside curiously, I pulled out a pair of sizeable gold earrings. Solid gold by the feel of them. It was obvious Bakura had slipped them in while he was distracting me with his (incredible) kiss.

As I stared at the precious metal in my hands, I could only think about one thing.

And that was that I now knew that if love at first sight didn't exist, lust at first sight definitely did.

A/N: BAM. Sassy!Marik meets Thief!Bakura. And who is this Akefia guy that Bakura surely did not mention…? (*cough* notice the deathshipping? Had to be there…) I hope you're all satisfied now that Bakura is finally in the story! Don't worry, we still have a long ways to go ;)