Thief Collection
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,558
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or it's characters. Kazuki Takahashi does. And I am not making any profit or money off of this.
Capter 6: Bad boy
Drabble 6: Bad boy
You ignored the ringing of your cell phone, ignored the messages waiting on your answering machine from the many calls made to it before you finally unplugged the damn thing. You also ignored the small still voice in the back of your head that was whispering warnings even as you tightly laced the boots on your feet, taking a moment to get use to the extra weight. This wasn’t a good idea but you didn’t care.
You were a ‘good girl’. Always had been wither it was from fear of reprimand or because it was just how you were always told to be. You didn’t make waves, didn’t go to the wrong kind of places, or even dare to show interest in the ‘wrong’ type of guy. But where had that gotten you? Into a six month relationship that ended with a bruised heart and cheek. You had never let a boy hit you before; you weren’t going to let your boyfriend do it again. No matter how many times he said he would not do it again.
However being on a rebound probably didn’t justify where you were going tonight. He was dangerous, God knew that he wasn’t safe. There was so many rumors circulating about the things he did, even his twin was a bit wary about you talking to him. But he was prefect for what you needed tonight. Because for once you wanted to see what a dance with the devil would be like.
You stepped out of your apartment, locking the place before slipping the key into your pant pocket. You didn’t carry a purse tonight, didn’t want to risk it getting snatched so you carried only your keys, I.D and a little money on you for what you needed. And if someone could actually pick these pockets without you or your companion noticing, they practically deserved it.
Mai didn’t know where you were going tonight but had agreed eagerly to the chance to put you in something other then you ‘plain, drab librarian’ wardrobe. The pants clung like a second skin, hugging at the curve of your hips and down your legs to sink under the boots. The top wasn’t much better but at least it covered your chest fully and under the distant feeling of nerves you found a bit of appreciation for the way it flattered your figure. You would have to thank her after this, if everything turned out right.
He was waiting like he said he would be, sliver hair standing out against the black of the shadows and his clothing. You felt a slight quip of your lips, you had to admit he was a handsome man, if not a deadly one. Maybe that explained the attraction. “Bakura.” He didn’t let people call him by his first name, rather his family one.
“Name.” He glanced up at you, raising an amused eyebrow at your state of dress, but you felt the way his eyes lingered for a moment. “I wasn’t sure you were going to show.” He taunted as he finally looked away, pulling from the wall.
“I said I would.” You replied just as smoothly as he did even as your stomach flipped slightly when he smirked. Like he saw right through your act and every shield you put up.
“So you did.” You didn’t see him move until his hand was at the back of your neck, fingers tangling in the strands of your hair and the slightest of tugs tried to pull you closer.
You refused. You knew that game, you would not go to him like that. You would hold out for equal ground. Even if you never you were no match at this kind of a game.
Bakura tilted his head, seeming to be surprised before he snickered. “Very well.” The grip never slacked, instead it grew tighter, and forcing your head back as his mouth captured yours. This was no sweet first kiss, no tenderness of a familiar lover. This was fire, heat and full of dark promises as he bit at your lower lip harshly, demanding entrance and giving the same to you when you granted the request.
Heat, power, lust and the bitter-sweet taste of some kind of drink was the taste you received of him as your fingers curled in his hair, pulling down on the locks to hold the kiss until the demand for air forced you to part, leaving both of you panting.
The sliver-haired devil smirked as he quickly regained himself. “Maybe you will do after all.” He muttered as he slowly released you before turning to walk down the alley, a glance over his shoulder indicating you to follow. This was a really bad idea. But you weren’t sure you cared as you followed him into the darkness.
You ignored the ringing of your cell phone, ignored the messages waiting on your answering machine from the many calls made to it before you finally unplugged the damn thing. You also ignored the small still voice in the back of your head that was whispering warnings even as you tightly laced the boots on your feet, taking a moment to get use to the extra weight. This wasn’t a good idea but you didn’t care.
You were a ‘good girl’. Always had been wither it was from fear of reprimand or because it was just how you were always told to be. You didn’t make waves, didn’t go to the wrong kind of places, or even dare to show interest in the ‘wrong’ type of guy. But where had that gotten you? Into a six month relationship that ended with a bruised heart and cheek. You had never let a boy hit you before; you weren’t going to let your boyfriend do it again. No matter how many times he said he would not do it again.
However being on a rebound probably didn’t justify where you were going tonight. He was dangerous, God knew that he wasn’t safe. There was so many rumors circulating about the things he did, even his twin was a bit wary about you talking to him. But he was prefect for what you needed tonight. Because for once you wanted to see what a dance with the devil would be like.
You stepped out of your apartment, locking the place before slipping the key into your pant pocket. You didn’t carry a purse tonight, didn’t want to risk it getting snatched so you carried only your keys, I.D and a little money on you for what you needed. And if someone could actually pick these pockets without you or your companion noticing, they practically deserved it.
Mai didn’t know where you were going tonight but had agreed eagerly to the chance to put you in something other then you ‘plain, drab librarian’ wardrobe. The pants clung like a second skin, hugging at the curve of your hips and down your legs to sink under the boots. The top wasn’t much better but at least it covered your chest fully and under the distant feeling of nerves you found a bit of appreciation for the way it flattered your figure. You would have to thank her after this, if everything turned out right.
He was waiting like he said he would be, sliver hair standing out against the black of the shadows and his clothing. You felt a slight quip of your lips, you had to admit he was a handsome man, if not a deadly one. Maybe that explained the attraction. “Bakura.” He didn’t let people call him by his first name, rather his family one.
“Name.” He glanced up at you, raising an amused eyebrow at your state of dress, but you felt the way his eyes lingered for a moment. “I wasn’t sure you were going to show.” He taunted as he finally looked away, pulling from the wall.
“I said I would.” You replied just as smoothly as he did even as your stomach flipped slightly when he smirked. Like he saw right through your act and every shield you put up.
“So you did.” You didn’t see him move until his hand was at the back of your neck, fingers tangling in the strands of your hair and the slightest of tugs tried to pull you closer.
You refused. You knew that game, you would not go to him like that. You would hold out for equal ground. Even if you never you were no match at this kind of a game.
Bakura tilted his head, seeming to be surprised before he snickered. “Very well.” The grip never slacked, instead it grew tighter, and forcing your head back as his mouth captured yours. This was no sweet first kiss, no tenderness of a familiar lover. This was fire, heat and full of dark promises as he bit at your lower lip harshly, demanding entrance and giving the same to you when you granted the request.
Heat, power, lust and the bitter-sweet taste of some kind of drink was the taste you received of him as your fingers curled in his hair, pulling down on the locks to hold the kiss until the demand for air forced you to part, leaving both of you panting.
The sliver-haired devil smirked as he quickly regained himself. “Maybe you will do after all.” He muttered as he slowly released you before turning to walk down the alley, a glance over his shoulder indicating you to follow. This was a really bad idea. But you weren’t sure you cared as you followed him into the darkness.