Thief Collection

4. Kiss

The first time he kissed you, you had been shocked, bewildered and more then a tad annoyed by the end.

(It had been unexpected; hell his appearance had nearly made you jump out of your skin as you were returning from a day of school only to be stopped by him. He also didn’t say anything to you and that had unnerved you. And the kiss, though you weren’t sure it was a real kiss at the time, had been extremely brief as he said nothing then either before he just turned and walked away)

The second time you were just a bit nervous. And determined. That was why you had kissed him first, feeling the slightest weathering on his lips against your own and the way he had stiffened under your hands.

(He had looked so shocked when you did it. You had sought him out on a foolish urge and just managed to find him in passing. He had been alone and you ignored the way your stomach flipped before you leaned up, one hand on his arm for balance before you kissed him)

The third time was a continuation of the second and you weren’t sure what he was going to do when you pulled back for nerves and air. You knew this had been a very bad idea. You had probably just earned yourself a one-way ticket into the shadows. If you were lucky.

(But then one hand was entangled in your hair and he was kissing you again, tugging your head just back enough to deepen it as his mouth slated over yours. And you realize he very well knew what he was doing.)

The fourth was just as full of nerves at the one before. But also an acceptance. He had been careful this time, as if he was curious just how you react. And you answered accordingly, letting him teach you many things that night.

(He came to your apartment then, your parents out for the evening and his host unknowing of any of your pervious encounters. You knew what was coming when you found him at the door, when you invited him in. What didn’t know was where this was going but you weren’t sure you cared. Because for a few moments he could make your forget this was something that you should have never allowed to begin. You didn’t know that this would continue for many more nights and days when he would seek you out even as a dueling tournament ravaged Domino’s streets)

The fifth time you were afraid. He was so angry, his expression was almost murderous as it had been when he had seen you standing near Namu and the others earlier on the blimp’s deck, and the way his teeth bit on your lower lip, demanding access, seemed to be more in punishment then in passion. His hands kept your shoulders pinned flat back to the wall where he had shoved you, nails just biting into flesh through your shirt as if to make sure you stay exactly where he put you.

(It wasn’t until you heard Namu, the boy that helped Ryou, call out to the host of spirit before you that he broke the harsh kiss. You watched as his eyes darken at the call before he pinned you with a glare and hissed out a warning, to remember just whom you belonged to before he stormed out of the room. It wasn’t until much later, when the true identity of the Egyptian had been reveled that you wondered if that warning had another reason)

The sixth kiss wasn’t as harsh as the one before. There was a demand shimmering in the air between you but it built like the slow burn of his hand roaming your back while his teeth tugged at your lower lip to suckle between his own. The heat only rose as his tongue pressed deeper, plundering and exploring further before drawing yours out to tango with his.

(He had come to your apartment only days after the tournament ended. He made no apologies or explanation, only eyeing the fading bruise on your arm that you received in helping to protect his host while the darkness of Marik roamed the blimp like a wraith. But you noticed his fingers brush over that bruise lightly as they trailed up to press your shoulders back into the wall before his lips claimed yours. Some time later it took everything in you to push him away when he tried to lift your shirt from over your head. But even as you two laid sprawled on the couch, heart pounds in your ears, he stopped)


You had been sure the seventh kiss was going to be your last. You knew he could taste the salt of your tears as much as the heat of your anger while he took and gave little back. It was brief because he had other business and you felt your stomach roll with the possibilities of what he was going to do. And the undeniable whisper that things would never be the same again and that there was no promise of more this time.

(You knew something was wrong. Things had been going too well and Yugi had said something of finding out how to help Atemu recover his memories. You knew what your lover was going to try and nothing you did could stop him. So when he appeared in your apartment one night you felt the tears and anger build when he kissed you. You called; let your pride break to plead for him not to leave for that man, for the quest of his blood. But he only stilled for a moment before walking out the door and only then were you release from the paralysis that struck you when he pulled away. He never let you stop him, but he couldn’t stop you from following as you came with Yugi and the others. And later wish you hadn’t)

The eighth kiss had been a crush of thoughts, sensations and emotions. He demanded more, despair and rage fueling the need for some stability. And you let him have it, returning it with every bit of strength you possessed. You would give him something more to work for.

(It was a month after the end: the Shadows Games were locked away forever, Atemu had passed into the next life and the world was back to normal if not a bit surreal. He had come from a late night storm, defeated but not broken. You should have closed the door on him, should have done a million other things expect pull him inside. But you did so, knowing if you let him go now you would lose him forever because he was alive but in a mockery of mercy and his quest could never be recovered. So you offered him your hand, and when you pulled him down to the floor you gave him a promise amidst the need, despair, fear and hunger. One you knew it hold you to)

And the ninth kiss? You decided you liked this one the best. Because you kissed him first but he kissed you back, hunger just pulsing under the light tease. One hand tracing light spark of heat along the back of your neck as the other interlocked with your free hand, pressing palm to palm. You broke for air, feeling the ghost of his smirk along your cheek as you snorted, eyes meeting his darken ones, watching them glint and change with thought, desire and amusement. Yea, you were sure you liked this one the best.

(You couldn’t promise him forever, you was far from that naïve. But you did promise him you stay, that you accept the dark, the rage and what came with it. You offered the little light you could, to temper him and tried to build a better future then the past he left. And he stayed, actions returning a promise he couldn’t yet voice. But you knew that some things spoke better then words)