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The music was of no consequence anymore. Silence and tension permeated the air.

He wasn't stepping with her anymore. Instead, he held them still, his arms wrapped around her front. As she still tried to comprehend what had happened, his left arm settled comfortably around her waist as well.

"Y…Yugi?"

From her left side, Atem drew near her ear.

"Anzu…" he whispered there.

As she realized what had transpired, what he had done – was this real? – she could only nod in bare acknowledgment to his question, unable to offer any more at that moment.

But as the echoes of silence lingered on, she realized it hadn't been a question.

Her dance partner kept his mouth close to her ear, breathing lightly against her so that the loose strands of her hair began to shake.

She joined them in their trembling. Her whole body was victim of an earthquake as she now understood what was happening.

As if to cement this, Atem brought his face to hers and kissed her cheek again.

"Yugi…" she said, her eyebrows knitting as she erupted in desire, and guilt.

"Don't think," he pleaded, noticing her slight change in countenance.

Anzu bit her lip to try and bite back her whirring mind – the mind that was conjuring up images of how terrible a person she was and how she would have to beg Seto to take her back after this.

"Don't think," he urged again, quieter this time. He moved his nose to her ear and dragged it along the skin there.

"Don't think," she repeated the mantra to herself, trying to keep calm. But he was in fact making it quite easy for her to lose all hope of thought as the seconds beat on.

Thump thump, thump thump, thump thump…

"Yugi…"

"Anzu, please listen to me."

She was all ears, and would be even if she didn't want to be. His face was just beside hers.

"I cannot…bear to watch as someone neglects to treat you as you deserve. I may not be a CEO… But I've always known your dreams. I know you want to be a professional dancer and move to America. I know you're enamored by music. I've never forgotten your birthday, or how your favorite flower is the orchid."

She felt the hair touching her face almost…brush down her cheek.

"And I can't let you be Kaiba's treasure when I…love you."

Anzu drew in a sharp breath. She turned her head and came face-to-face with Yugi, his wide eyes boring into hers, though she could tell it was not without difficulty for him after such a heartfelt confession.

"Yugi?"

He was taller again, and as soon as she saw his crimson globes hold her sapphires more stubbornly, more precisely in their gaze, she felt the floodgates break open.

She turned her body around in his arms, fastened her own around his back, and put her weight onto her toes, pressing her lips into his.

Atem's eyes struck wide. It took him only a moment to realize that this was it, this was finally it.

And there was no more dalliance.

Atem returned her kiss with a fervor unlike anything she'd ever felt directed at her before. His grip around her waist tightened and left her nowhere to go but closer to his chest, and he tasted her lips like she were his lifeblood. His brows knitted in concentration as he desperately tried to commit the sensation to memory. After losing feel of the moment in doing so, however, he gave it up and chose instead to pull her face even closer, crashing his lips into hers with unbearable passion.

Anzu was being driven crazy. His every movement, his every touch now told her, with no room for misinterpretation, that he ached for her, which in turn powerfully drew out feelings she had been harboring deep within her core for him for so long.

Anzu started to push forward into him, as if continuing their dance. Without thinking about it, the pharaoh began stepping back in turn. Before long, Atem's back clashed with the wall behind them.

When the impact forced their kiss became so passionate it hurt, Anzu teased his lips open with hers and delved her tongue inside.

Anzu… his body begged her from its darkest depths.

She quickly learned the consequences of her ways, as he lifted a hand and placed it on her head, pushing her harder against him and causing her tongue to dart deeper.

Anzu tasted the inside of her best friend's mouth with relish. She could feel her buried desires frothing forth to the surface as their tongues wrapped around each other, wresting for control.

With a surge of panic, Anzu realized, I need him.

Interrupting her worry came Atem's hand, which instinctually began its descent from her waist to down her back, but then stopping briefly to rest on her side.

Anzu… his mind repeated, far less in charge this time. He was desperately trying to remain in control of himself despite rapidly decreasing odds, but his body was answering to her tongue's movements more than he could keep it in check.

I can't even…think… Anzu lamented, aware that she was about to lose herself. Her deeper mind dared Yugi to continue his trek down her body.

And as she focused wholly on it, she felt his hand do just that: slowly, almost painfully slowly in their shared passion, he lowered his hold on her. His reach almost came over her buttocks…

But then, he broke away from her mouth and twirled her around as if they were simply performing another move. For a second, she almost thought he would continue the dance. Instead, he latched onto her, holding her strictly against him with her waist trapped in his strong grip.

"Anzu," he said huskily, desperately, "if at any point what we're doing is too much for you, just say the word 'stop', and I will stop immediately."

"Yugi… Yugi, don't…"

"That's not the word, Anzu," he said in a low growl, hardly able to hold himself back anymore. His hand began climbing her body, moving higher and higher…

"Yugi, please…" she called, trembling in his grasp.

"Anzu…" he reprimanded again. Was that the signal? But no, she hadn't said it yet.

His hand continued its course upward, and soon, his fingertips were touching the underside of her breast.

"Yugi, please don't – Ah!"

He was cupping her breast now, feeling the delectably heavy weight in his hand as a growl welled up from a deep-seated place in his core.

"Anzu…if you want me to stop…that's not the word!" his mind admonished in a last-ditch effort.

He was trying to make her understand. She was bringing to light not only the desire of a boy who had loved her madly for many years, but also the desire of a pharaoh who always wrested for control of what he wanted, and unlike Yugi, he was a bit more familiar with such a sensual dance, even if it wasn't by much.

His mind began going blank. He could feel it: his body was about to take full charge.

He squeezed her there, gently at first, but then he enveloped the entire globe in his hand and dug into her with his fingers. Anzu winced slightly and began panting, her body desperately trying to catch its breath in spite of the growing, suffocating heat between them.

His other hand quickly reached up to her head to turn her face into his, his mouth covering hers again in an instant. Her pants were silenced.

All the pharaoh could hear now were her muffled breaths against his lips. As if to pay her back for what she had done – what she had awakened in him, with seemingly little regard as to the consequences – he quickly drowned out of the sound of them with his tongue.

Anzu's eyes clenched shut in what she initially thought was resistance, but as the moments drew on, she began to understand it wasn't resistance at all, but instead her cravings mirroring his own. She realized that with her own desire tugging at her heartstrings, she'd be able to do nothing but give into his heated fire.

When she didn't move to stop him, nor wrestle her mouth free to say the word and still him, he wended part of his hand in the space between her collarbone and her shirt, feeling down the line of her cleavage with a finger.

"Mmph!"

As he took turns alternating his fingers in the valley between her breasts, where he felt no underlying material – was her tight dance shirt doubling as a bra? – he pulled back from her mouth briefly and opened his eyes, leaving her plenty of space for her lips to move and shoot his advances down.

But she didn't. Instead, her eyes shot open, and, wondering why on earth he had stopped, she pulled his face back down to hers.

In response, he made quick work of the first button that held the front of her shirt together. Then the second. Then, the third…

When his fingers came together to sift the last button back through its buttonhole, Anzu felt a tremor shoot through her as her breasts erupted free to the air. She moaned, her legs turning inward and coming together as if to attempt to stem the oxygen flow to the raging inferno between her thighs.

Atem exhaled sharply, admiring her breasts from his view from above her shoulder. He looked at the flesh of her brightly-colored nipples, and he couldn't but help himself: he cupped her exposed flesh on both sides, reaching around the underside and grazing her nipples with his fingertips.

Anzu couldn't bear to say his name anymore; it seemed like to do so would somehow interrupt the flow of sensation crashing into her every neuron and bring Yugi out of his amorous trance. She couldn't and she wouldn't risk it. Not now, and not ever.

As one hand continued its trek of exploring her mounds of flesh, the other began leaning toward a different objective. It traced the curvaceous lines of her body downward and held three fingers out as it passed over the waistband of her dance shorts.

Anzu moaned before he even reached his target. Just the thought of what could happen next was able to entice her to the utterance alone.

But when he actually did it – when he actually touched the tip of his forefinger between her legs and through her dance shorts – she exploded into a shudder so powerful it shook the both of them as one.

His ministrations continued over the rest of her body, his other hand playing with her pert, pink nipples and his tongue still swirling around the inside of her mouth. But as he began rubbing his fingers very intently between her thighs, she reached her arm up suddenly and hooked it around the back of his neck, giving him full access to do whatever he pleased.

"Mmph, mm…"

Atem moved his fingers over her heated entrance through her dance shorts, sucking in a breath when she grabbed him in such a way that propelled him forward with little doubt as to her desire. When there could be no other interpretation of the hunger both of them were nursing to proceed, he abruptly removed his hand, traced back upward to surpass the material of her waistband, and resumed his trek downward once more.

To this, Anzu lost all her breath. She broke their kiss with a glazed look in her eye, her expression that of a prey trapped in a predator's grasp.

Atem gazed back into her sapphires, his crimson irises unwavering.

His fingers came to the start of her pubic hair, and he fanned his fingers outward to graze over it in appreciation before brushing his way past it and settling on the outer lips of her womanhood.

To this, Anzu's mouth pursed anxiously, but she only continued looking into his eyes, her expression telling him she'd given up long ago on stopping what happened from now on.

I need him… her mind affirmed, too weak in comparison to her body's control to stop his advances even if she had wanted to.

As if to throw this into question, however, when his finger came down to touch her bare, most sensitive nub, her legs clenched together, trapping his hand.

But it was only for a brief moment. He looked at her with concern to encourage her to remember she had a chance to make him stop with just one word. As if she read his mind in that moment, she nodded and her lips curved up ever so slightly, signaling it was okay to continue. Her legs' hold on his digits released, which left him free to go further.

So he did. He stilled the hand on her breast temporarily to focus on his actions down below, and with one, shaking sigh, he reached down to feel her at her entrance.

Immediately, a shudder overcame his entire body and he drew a strangled breath. She was drenched in fluid, and it covered his fingers almost exhaustively after he had just barely touched her there. Without much more cursory experimentation – he couldn't bear to not enjoy the ample fruits she had just bore him – he braced his index and ring finger around the sides of her entrance and dug his middle finger inside.

"Ahhh!" she screamed, grabbing his forearm tightly and pushing it down with much of her weight, as if to launch her body upward and away from the affront.

But in her shocked reaction, she had given no verbal indication for him to stop. He delved his finger inside of her, then took it out before sliding it inside of her again, and paid ample attention to her face for any sign of resistance overcoming her features.

There were none.

As he moved inside and out of her with his increasingly inundated finger, he started to resume his movements over her chest. He would penetrate her, and then squeeze her, and penetrate her, and massage her, and soon, the two of them were locked in an increasingly fervent battle of sensation.

His movements over her were growing ever faster, and before long, he wanted to probe another finger inside of her. He checked her face once more, then inserted his index finger into her damp channel.

"Ohhh!" she cried, turning her head to the side and burying her face into his neck. It had hurt, and she was shocked at the feel of suddenly being filled so much by his eager digits.

When he saw how overwhelmed she felt by just two of his fingers, he groaned, a new desire in him awakened. He wanted to see her writhe.

He allowed himself a few more seconds to explore her alluring tight walls, then let go and extricated himself from her completely, setting her free from the iron grip against his chest.

Blinded by sensation and desire, Anzu looked at him with shock, confusion, and defiance.

"What are you…?"

But he soon answered her. He angled her body to the side and walked toward her, backing her up against the table on which the computer sat. Then, when the back of her legs had hit it, he hooked his arms behind her knees and lifted her up just enough to sit her up on the table.

"Y-Yugi?"

With a look of triumph across his face, he got on his knees and looked up at her. His pools of crimson remained focused on her for a long time.

Anzu, breathless, didn't understand. Was he…kneeling to her?

When he could tell she didn't comprehend his actions, he chuckled. Then, he moved forth and settled his face between her legs.

"Yugi!" she scolded. But her defiance was weak, and he met no opposition as he grabbed the waistband of her dance shorts and began pulling them down to her knees. She watched their descent with a mixture of astonishment, excitement, and trepidation.

He pulled them lower, lower, lower…until finally, her panties were visible, and just atop them, he could see a small shock of brown pubic hair.

Instantly, Anzu she covered her face in terror, feeling extremely self-conscious. She swore at her shaving habits the past week, cursed herself for not even thinking to trim properly for several days. She never even dreamed that something like this would happen today, not with her boyfriend, and not with anyone.

But Atem was not deterred in the slightest. Her allure to him was only heightened as he took a thumb and appreciatively rubbed it against the tuft. The pharaoh was the last person she had to be self-conscious around when it came to that kind of thing – his preferences had always been widely dynamic.

Anzu's blush-stained cheeks were the only parts of her face visible behind her hands, and he felt she could not enjoy what he intended to do if she would not allow herself to watch.

"Anzu, you are beautiful. There is no need to hide," Atem coaxed gently.

Thump thump, thump thump, thump thump…

Though her heart felt as if it would escape from her chest and launch itself into Yugi's arms, she couldn't get over her embarrassment as he brought her panties down further, exposing more of her body.

"Please look at me," Atem requested, his heart breaking at her reluctance to accept herself as more than attractive the way she was.

From her hiding spot behind her hand and hair, Anzu poked an eye out. His face was earnest, and he looked concerned about her. She swallowed. She didn't want him to feel she wasn't enjoying what was happening, but she just couldn't see herself the same way he said he did…

As if to scorn her own fears and insecurities about herself, she forced herself to look at him with both eyes in the open, though she blushed when her attempt to seem courageous made her feel like a creepy voyeur. Laughing nervously, she turned her head away just slightly and watched him out of the corner of her eye, her body flushed a crimson that almost matched his eyes.

Atem smiled. That's much better.

He continued drawing her panties down, and before long, he caught the scent of her arousal in his nostrils. He breathed deeply, flooding his senses with it. The smell of her ardor made his own ramp up sharply, and he swiftly took her underwear in both hands and slid it down to the level of her shorts, which were hooked just above her knees.

The sight of her bare flesh there awakened his every neuron to what he desired next. He could barely contain himself. Her juices were already flowing down her labia, and they framed her entrance as if she were a wrapped up present delivered to him personally. He pushed his face forward and touched his nose to her warm lips.

Anzu's mouth fell open. She had been thinking he was going to penetrate her with…something bigger, but not keep his face there! She bristled and felt shivers invade her every limb, but didn't hide her face again as per his request.

Atem hooked his hands under her knees and pushed her legs over his head and onto his shoulders. Then, he closed the gap between them, extending his tongue to lick her from the bottom of her entrance to the top.

"Yugi!" she scolded in panic. But the gates had been blasted open. As soon as he had done it, her hand shot to his hair, and she felt herself riding a wave of surging pleasure. Despite her protests, her every inch urged him in body language to keep going.

Atem drew his tongue up and down her soaking labia for several seconds, then made himself comfortable by pulling her closer to the edge of the table to provide a better angle for his neck as he began to taste her in earnest, swirling his tongue in a circle to catch both her labia and her sensitive nub in one go.

Yugi – long held silently flabbergasted by the turn of events the likes of which he could never have foreseen in his entire lifetime – suddenly surfaced in the pharaoh's mind. His only purpose was simple, requiring just two words to communicate his disbelief.

Tasting…Anzu… Saying he couldn't believe it was so insufficient to describe the feeling that Yugi could utter no more.

Smirking to himself, Atem closed his eyes.

In the next moment, Yugi's face was pressed up against Anzu's womanhood. He allowed himself to be shocked for only a second or two before realizing he must continue Atem's work, but quickly looked up from his position to admire her softly-bouncing breasts, as she had begun shaking the table in a wordless attempt to beg him to continue.

As Anzu rode his face, Yugi felt his eyes roll back. She was inserting his eager tongue into her channel and lifting off of him before doing so again, and he was so elated to lap up her juices that he kept licking furiously each time his tongue became trapped inside of her. He never wanted this to end.

Each time the tricolor-haired boy buried his face into her folds, Anzu's back arched, and she began to lose the balance necessary to keep herself upright. As the seconds ticked on, Yugi's grip on the backs of her knees rose higher and higher, and soon, Anzu was lying flat on her back with him partially standing and leaning over her, the ministrations of his tongue against her womanly flesh fully visible in graphic detail to the girl the skin belonged to.

Anzu could only bear to watch him for a few more seconds before her shoulders buckled and her neck flew backward, her back arching into the table beneath her.

"Yuuugi!" she screamed, so overwhelmed by the sensation that she couldn't contain her volume anymore.

Taste her up there, Yugi... the voice inside his head urged.

Yugi obeyed immediately. Every time he was given a moment between Anzu slamming her thighs against his face and force-launching his tongue into her entrance, he took the second of rest to angle his face upward and touch his tongue to her nub, then the next time, to catch it in his mouth.

Before long, she was writhing, begging him with every ounce of strength she had. "Please, Yugi, please… More…"

Finish her off.

Yugi sped up his tongue, and this time, when she sat on his face, he obediently swirled it around her insides, then relentlessly attacked the heart of her nerves just above her labia. He tasted, sucked on, licked, and drowned her in sensation there, and it wasn't long before she was bucking upward against his face and calling out his name.

"YUUUGIII!"

Her contractions were sudden, and Yugi had never experienced anything like it before. He nearly panicked as her whole body launched up and down like a wave with his head in tow, and her trembling thighs crashed into his cheeks hard more than once.

Seeing some of her stray fluids had mixed with her sweat, and peppered her still-quivering entrance with reflective drops.

Taking in the sight, a certain male was enticed.

"Please, Yugi," the pharaoh stated, "let me take over."

The finality of the pharaoh's voice, and the certainty with which he had insinuated his desire, left Yugi no room to argue.

"Besides, aibou," he called, signaling he wasn't quite finished. "What better way to make her lose herself in pleasure than to do this together?"

The pharaoh was satisfied when the boy agreed. He pushed forth out of Yugi's mind, and immediately, he lunged forward, greedily lapping up the remaining fluids that Yugi's sloppy, thirsty tongue had made leak from her entrance and her pores.

Anzu, paralyzed, looked down at him in disbelief. "Yugi, I… I'm so sensitive there now… Please, not so much…"

Her softly-spoken objections only fueled his fire, her shyness turning him on. He bathed her nether regions in his saliva until her own juices ran dry, and she endured his zeal with closed eyes and very red cheeks.

When the pharaoh had consumed the remnants of her body's offering to him, neither sweat nor fluid of any kind remained.

Now, it was time.

He leaned over her fully, touching his lips to hers. She touched his shoulder, but couldn't muster any words to his face after what he had done to her, what he had made her feel.

Atem lifted her chin with a hand and gazed into her eyes longingly.

"I love you, Anzu."

This time, he had been able to say it; the first time had been Yugi's claim.

He reached his hand up to caress her cheek, just as he had done before. In her sapphire eyes, he saw his future, the one he wanted to spend his time with in this unfamiliar world.

They kissed once more, Anzu pulling him down to tantalize her own lips with his again as his words made her whole world soar.

"Please," he whispered. "It would mean everything to me to be able to please you further."

Anzu colored at the insinuation, but even above and beyond that, at his wording. He was doing this to please her?

"Yugi... I don't know what to say…"

"Say yes," he coaxed. Anzu looked down at him, and she laughed: his face was impish, and the quintessential embodiment of someone trying to convince another to play the game his way.

Anzu couldn't bring herself to outright say it. Instead, she settled on: "Well… You've already gotten me so prepared…" She took a hand and touched the top of her mound to draw his attention to how she was starting to get wet again. His genuine sweet-talking had had plenty of effect on her.

Atem smiled. He kissed her on her forehead, then slowly reached his hand downward. He grasped a side of his pants in each hand, then unbuttoned the top. He looked up to Anzu again, but when she made no objection, he drew the zipper downward until his pants fell away from his body slightly, catching around his hips.

Though his passion could be felt coursing through every inch of his body, he was not in a rush. He rejoined Anzu on the table and began kissing her senseless.

Obviously surprised at this turn of events, she kissed back, feeling like a shy little schoolgirl again. Though everything that had happened was far beyond her expectations of how anything would go with him, somehow, he kept her feeling comfortable no matter what they did.

As their mouths devoured each other, Anzu felt a nagging feeling at the back of her mind.

She broke away from him. "Yugi?"

Atem stopped immediately, concern lining his face. "Anzu?"

She cast her eyes away from his imploring crimson, finding anything to stare at besides his face. But then, she reviewed the scenario in her head, and forced herself to look him squarely in the eyes.

"I love you…too. I think…I always have."

That was it.

Both Atem and Yugi's souls were bathed in elation. The pharaoh's lips found hers again and he began kissing her, but this time, the hunger was kept at bay: he tasted her as if she were the sweetest apricot he'd ever have in his entire life.

They held their mouths pushed together for a long time before Anzu's eyes snapped open. With them, she glanced down between her legs and found what had shocked her to her core: she could see his erection pressing against her folds every few seconds they moved. Her body shuddered in response to seeing what she now so desperately wanted to feel inside of her.

As if he read her mind, Atem's hand found the material covering his legs and he began loosening it further. Before long, his pulsing length sprang from his pants, and just as Anzu was about to get a good look at it, he covered her whole body with his.

Before going any further, Atem took her hand in his. It was a sweet gesture, one that was far removed from the hungry, detached railing in which he knew his peers in Egypt engaged.

"Anzu," he said one last time, and before she could respond, he positioned himself at her entrance and began pushing himself inside.

Anzu couldn't utter his name, though every cell in her body now screamed it. She grabbed fierce hold of him, tears already welling up in her eyes.

The pharaoh was immediately overcome by pleasure upon entering her with even just the tip of his arousal, but her body's resistance was potent. He found himself hard-pressed to thrust to any kind of depth; she was much too tight for that. Instead, he worked with what he had been given. Slowly, he drew himself outside of her, then pushed back inside. He withdrew, then delved in again.

Again and again he repeated the motion, Anzu's yearning body locking up in confusion and novel sensation, until finally he felt himself break through a barrier, and he was able to surge his entire length inside of her.

In tandem, Atem and Yugi fell forward, their lower teeth brushing against their tongues as they began panting deeply.

Anzu made a choking sound as her walls swallowed him whole.

After his initial thrust, Atem gave her time to adjust to him. Then, he withdrew and gave her a short breather before having her swallow him up again. Soon, he had established a rhythm, and soon, Anzu was rocking back and forth.

During most of their time in the dance studio, Anzu had kept quiet save for the occasional sound of pleasure slipping from between her lips. But the pharaoh was desirous of her in a way she had not been prepared for, and her worry, and her voice, quickly began ramping up as she felt him move inside of her.

Atem's thrusts were gaining momentum, and he pushed inside her with more and more power each time.

One thing he had prided himself on in Egypt was not letting his servants do absolutely everything for him; in return, he got to keep his stamina, and his strength.

He now used it to begin to teach Anzu just what a dangerously delectable decision she had made when she hadn't told him to stop.

Anzu had managed to regain just enough charge of her voice to shout, "Yugi!"

But within a mere minute of pounding into her, Atem had Anzu's voice under his own control. He plowed into her tight channel, and her only form of communication was to screech at him and hope he understood. Her eyes began rolling back, but she caught them and kept them focused on his face, as if wanting to see the man who was driving her to heights she'd only fantasized about.

Harder and harder his thrusts became, and Anzu desperately grabbed at his back, failing and falling at first, but then wrapping herself around and pulling herself up against him. He grabbed her hips and made her ride him roughly, taking out on her body all the desire she had caused to pulsate through him.

Anzu couldn't talk, only feel. Occasionally, her mind was able to put out enough thoughts that she knew she was still extant.

My best friend is…flooding my body with sensation…

She thought back to the boy she had met so long ago, the boy who always ran to her side if anything went wrong and kept her tears at bay.

She thought of all the times through the years that Yugi had tried to keep her emotions, and her heart, safe, never to be harmed by the outside world.

She thought of the taller Yugi, who had little trouble holding her gaze and telling her how wonderful she looked.

And then she thought of Kaiba.

The briefest look of extreme guilt crossed her face, but as fast as it had come, it had left.

He would never be able to make her feel this way. Not in her body, and not in her mind.

As she thought these thoughts, Atem's thrusts had slowed down. He was now gripping her tenderly, having satisfied and gotten the raging beast out of him. Now, when he pushed inside of her, he stayed there for a lingering second before extricating himself again.

Anzu settled into a comfortable, relaxed rhythm with him, and she smiled. Atem grinned back, his eyes reflecting the love they both shared.

In that moment, she realized she was Yugi's, and she always had been.

Please do me a favor, and if you only review one chapter in this whole fic, choose this one. :)