Title: Like a Drug

Pairing: MarikxMai/Illusionshipping

Season Six. Round Six.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Mai gasped, wincing in pain as her long blonde hair was pulled roughly, her mouth captured in another rough kiss.

A hand was roaming down her body, and the kiss was broken, a dark chuckle tumbling out of the other's lips. Mai pressed herself against her assailant, her breath hitching when the small of her back was pinched.

Suddenly, their bodies parted, and she was slammed up against the invisible wall behind her. The man leaned forward, claiming her lips once again before letting his own drift to her exposed ear.

"I knew you'd fall into my little trap..." the low voice said, another chuckle following.

Yes, she did fall for the trap, willingly of course. But Marik didn't need to know that.

For whatever sick reason, the psycho had had this attraction towards her since their battle on Kaiba's blimp. That was at least six months ago, and Marik had managed to gain his own body separate from Malik, and had taken charge of his own life since.

Mai, however, had moved on with her life after that tournament, not really wanting to look back on it. But once she had heard the news that Marik was running around in his own body, she had to find out for herself.

Because, she, too had an attraction to the dark lunatic.

Something in her mind had clicked during their duel, something that she enjoyed, but would never tell anyone about. It was like a sick pleasure, which only she could enjoy if it was from Marik.

She was secretly glad that Marik thought that too.

The independent duelist had received a letter a couple days ago, being invited to a normal coffee shop for the afternoon. At first, Mai had no clue who had written the note at the moment, but went along with it, becoming a little confused when she was met with a maniacal grin.

She strongly demanded what he wanted, her insides silently fluttering as she wondered what he was really up to. That same dark chuckle fell out of his mouth again, and before Mai knew it, they were off the street and surrounded in darkness.

She never uttered a single protest.

So now, in the Shadow Realm, he was dominating her yet again...but in a much more pleasing way than before.

But something inside Mai held her back from relaxing and admitting that she liked what Marik was doing to her. Something probably called her pride or independency, but she couldn't think hard on it, his touches were too enticing to be real.

She would never admit anything to this loser. He was just another pawn to her...or was he?

Mai never liked getting too close to a man, in fear that she'd be left alone when promised that she wouldn't be. That was what created her attitude toward them, but she was still open to flirting and such, but always dumped them in the end.

Her mind was distracted again as Marik roughly grabbed her around the hips, thrusting them closer to each other, pulling her hair again. Her own manicured nails scratched at his sides, going from his torso up to his face, just off from his ears.

She didn't like being manipulated, or certainly being manhandled. But something about this meeting felt right, but Mai couldn't place her finger on what it was that was keeping her from slapping the bozo and leaving.

"You're helpless here...you can do nothing, my sweet."

Maybe it was the way he talked to her. Or maybe his rough treatment. Mai had no clue.

A neat smirk slid onto Marik's lips, and within a second, Mai was gasping silently again as she was turned around, slammed back into the wall only Marik could see. Her eyes narrowed, and she tried turning back around, but a chin was jabbed into her shoulder, sandy blonde hair tickling her exposed shoulder and neck, arms wound tightly around her middle.

"You may not believe it, but I know what's running through your mind...you liked what I did to you during that last tournament..." he whispered in a combination of evil and seduction. Mai shuddered, turning her face away from him. "And I can tell you like this even more..."

Like before, she was harshly turned around, bitter lips pressing against her makeup smudged ones, her eyes becoming half lidded.

A hand was trailing up her side, fingers prying their way under her tight shirt. Mai tried to move back, only succeeding for a second before being roughly pulled into the other's hold again, that sour mouth attacking her neck, and she couldn't help but tilt her head back.

For a moment, all movement stopped, and only one hand was playing with her stomach, the other gone, but Mai barely noticed it. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain on her side, making her cry out in surprise and anger once she figured out what had happened.

She should've known. A knife. The guy couldn't resist, could he?

And despite the pain in her side, and the dribbles of blood starting to stain her white skirt, Mai felt even more turned on.

But she shouldn't show it. Especially to Marik. There wouldn't be any fun for her later on.

Instead, she took one look at that crazy smile on the man's face, narrowed her eyes and shoved him away from her.

"Don't you dare cut me again you loser," she hissed, her heart rate racing at the words, carefully watching Marik's reaction. The same smirk stayed still, and he had crossed his arms. "Now let me out of this crazy place," she added in a demanding tone.

If possible, that grin on Marik's face became even darker, more sinister. He walked back to her, carefully grabbing a couple locks of her hair, twirling them around in his fingers as he stood to the left behind her.

Mai could tell he was leaning over her, for warm, soothing air made the hairs on her half exposed neck and shoulder prickle.

"As you wish, my sweet," he said lowly, and Mai could tell he was still grinning like a lunatic. "But I know that once you'll leave, you'll come back to me."

There was a snap, and Mai found herself back on the street in front of the coffee shop, everything the way it was, except for the lighting. It was much darker out than before, so obviously some time had passed. She moved over to the opening of the nearest alleyway.

With a hand, she quickly ran her fingers through her hair to make sure it was neat and tidy, fixing her clothes hastily, pulling out a small mirror to make sure that her makeup was still in place. Satisfied with her look, the duelist took a deep breath, her eyes scanning the area to make sure Marik wasn't still hanging around before heading home, the clicks of her high heels following after her.

Later that night, Mai found that she couldn't sleep, the previous events still reeling in her mind. Marik's last words were repeated in her mind over and over again, and she couldn't take it.

Sitting up straight in her bed, she realized that, like a drug, she'd go crawling back to Marik, finding that she did enjoy everything...and she still wanted more despite her pride.

Yes, she'd go back, let them have their fun, and enjoy it thoroughly. But she would never admit it. She was too strong to do something as dumb as that.