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Just a Game

By
K-chan

AN:
Wahaha! This is my first lemon.. so be gentle.. it started as a PWP, but
ended up having a tiny plot at the end ^^� Hope you like it! Oh and
warning this fic is Yami Malik/Tea! No flames please =)
I don't own YGO or any characters affiliated with it.

I�m
not really sure how it all got started. Looking back on it now, it seems
as if this game between us has gone on forever. Everyone always looked to
me to be the eternal optimist, always happy, never sad, and most of all nothing
more than maternal. To everyone I was merely �Tea�, the good girl and
everyone�s best friend.
That
was, until he came along.
He
has the power to completely possess someone, mind, body and soul. That�s
what he did to me. He knew he didn�t need to use his Millennium power to
do it either. One look from his smokey indigo eyes sent me over the edge,
changing who I was in an instant. He brings out the worst in me, but at
the same time the real me. Around him I don�t have to pretend to
be something I�m not.

I
stepped into the shady room, closing the door quietly behind me. Shs
as
are cast everywhere, obscuring what little furniture occupies the fairly large
space. Candle light flickered from the three candles that lined the wall
to my right, adding to the already eerie atmosphere.
I
could feel him watching me, even though I couldn�t see him yet. My eyes
were slow to adjust to the dark room. He said nothing as I stepped
further into the room, dropping my purse on the carpeted floor beside the door.
�You�re
late.� He finally spoke, his voice low and husky.
I
shrugged, knowing full well that I was only minutes late. He, however,
hated tardiness.
�I
was delayed.� I replied taking another step in the direction of his
voice. A coy smile played on my lips and I allowed my hips to sway
seductively as I walked closer to him. �I�ll make it up to you�� my voice
trailed off, taking a husky tone of its own.
I
could feel his amusement, and my body began to tingle as I felt, rather than
saw, his eyes run down my figure.
�Is
that so?� He said, amusement and excitement lacing his tone. �Show me.�
It
was a command, not a request, but I was used to it. He very rarely asked
for anything.
�Mm��
I stopped in the middle of the room, my now accustomed eyes sweeping the
remaining part, looking for my audience.
He
was sitting against the far wall in a throne like arm chair. He was
bathed in shadow, the Millennium Eye on his forehead glowing softly. His
elbow was propped up on one arm, his head resting gently against his splayed
fingers, watching me with predatory eyes.
I
began slowly �the way I was sure he liked it- catching hold of the zipper and
the front of my pale pink sweater. Tugging on it I began to slowly unzip
the garment, slipping my arms out of the sleeves and dropping it to the
floor. I was incredibly nervous, I had never stripped for anyone
before. He had always divested me of my clothing. A grunt of
approval kept me going, however, and with slow, precise movements I spun around
�swaying my hips as I did so- and unzipped the back of my skirt, allowing the
flaps to gape open, revealing the tops of the white bikini briefs I had on
underneath. Wiggling by butt back and forth I felt the smooth material
slide down my legs to pool at my feet.
With
out turning around, I bent over, flicking the buckle on each of my sandals
before straightening, running my hands up my legs and over my hips
slowly. Then stepping out of the unbuckled sandals.
When
I turned again, I stood before him dressed only in a tight black nylon tank top
with no bra, and my white underwear. Once again with deliberate slowness,
I reached down and pulled the stretchy material up, lingering slightly when it
reached my breasts, and pulled it over my head, dropping it with my other
clothes.
I
heard him make an appreciative sound low in his chest as my breasts became
visible and I flushed. After all this time I still blushed when he saw me
naked.
�Come
here.� He commanded suddenly, before I could get my underwear off.
As
I stepped in front of him, he stood and I tucked a strand of my auburn hair
behind my ear nervously. He had a way about him that makes me weak in the
knees, and my stomach fluttery.
�Undress
me.�
I
didn�t need to be told twice and took another step forward, reaching out and
touching the waistband of his pants. Unlike with my own disrobing, I
wasted no time stripping him of his tight black wife beater and beige khaki
pants. My lips closely followed my hands as they landed on his
well-muscled chest, my tongue gliding across his silky warm skin.
He
tasted like midnight rain and darkness, a taste that was hard to describe, in
fact it was impossibly to describe with concrete language. I was
mildly surprised when he didn�t stop my forward attempts. He was always
in control. But, thinking about it I knew he still was. He was letting
me �make it up to him�.
The
tips of my rock hard nipples brushed his chest as I stood slightly on my tippy
toes to nip at his neck. He growled low in his throat at this action, a
sign that I was doing well. Beginning my descent down his body once more,
I swirled my tongue over his collarbone and bit at his nipples, blowing gently
and causing small goose bumps to form all over his skin.
A
shiver traveled down his spine and the growl was louder this time. It was
a pleasured growl, but also a warning that I was treading a bit to far in my
teasing. He didn�t like to be teased. I smiled against his
stomach. Curling my fingers into the rim of the boxers he still wore, I
pulled them down and dropped fully to my knees in front of him.
I
lay gentle kisses in the soft hair of his lower stomach, running my fingers
over his already hard member. Pressing more kisses down the length of
him, I darted my tongue out, tasting his searing flesh. As I took the
head into my mouth, I heard him hiss and felt one of his hands reach down and
bury itself in my hair, pushing my head closer and engulfing of his length into
my mouth. Gently I suckled, kneaded and nipped. I scraped my teeth
along his shaft, running my tongue over the smooth skin. With one hand I
massaged his scrotum, earning low moans and shudders. I felt him tense
with the on coming climax, his hand clenched may hair tightly, but not
painfully and I obediently swallowed every drop that spurted into my mouth.
�Stand.�
I
did so quickly. When he ordered something I did it. It was how
things were done. Trailing my eyes up his chest, I met his dark gaze with
my own slightly anxious one. What if I wasn�t good enough? He
demanded perfection�
A
small smirk played upon his lips and his tongue darted out, wetting his lips
sexily, knowing the very action drove me nuts. His hands found my hips
and ran up my sides until they rested just under my firm breasts. Pulling
me forward, flush against him, he bent his head, bringing his lips with in
inches of my own.
�You
did well little one�� He whispered roughly against my lips before crushing his
lips to mine in a fierce, demanding and possessive kiss.
I
moaned into his mouth, feeling his large hands running down my back, and
playing with the elastic of my underwear, one of his hands slipping under the
material to cup my behind. His tongue was everywhere in my mouth,
probing, tasting, domineering. It was clear he wanted to demonstrate just
who was in control of this little game, and he was doing a mighty fine job of
it. But, however rough his kiss was, it lit a large fire in my very core,
and my body was buzzing with excitement. To be possessed completely by
him was beyond imagination. I craved it with every fiber in my body.
I
was unaware, in my daze, that he was slowly moving us to the darkest corner of
the room to the left of the door. I was nearing hysteria. His thick
shaft was pressing heatedly agt myt my stomach, his mouth was everywhere now,
sucking and biting at my jaw and neck. His tongue flickered out of his
mouth to run the length of my jaw to my ear. He took my earlobe between
his teeth and tugged, sucking on it as if it were candy.
�Moan
for me�� He hissed in my ear, causing me to shiver and moan.
My
body was getting unbearably hot and I was starting to pant. Before I
realized it we were beside a large satin covered bed, I hadn�t realized was
even in the room. He turned us so that his back was facing the bed, then
sitting down he pulled me towards him so that I was standing between his spread
knees. His arms wrapped around my hips loosely and he looked up
into my eyes, his lust filled eyes conveying a clear message. So, leaning
down and burying my hands in his spiky blond locks, I captured his lips with my
own, darting my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues danced together in a
quick, sensual tango. One of my hands pulled out of his hair and trailed
down the side of his face as he pulled away, a smirk tilting the corner of his
kiss swollen lips. His eyes swept down from my face to my breasts, his
smirk growing. He leaned forward and caught one of the perky nubs between
his teeth, starting his assault. My eyes rolled back in my head and I
moaned in pure ecstasy, he was very good with his mouth. My knees
went weak under his ministrations, so the only thing holding me up was his
tightening arms around my waist. �Kami-sama�� I mewled, clutching at his
head as he bit and blew on my nipples.
A
low chuckle sounded and he finally pulled back, watching me through lidded
eyes. I pouted at him, for the loss of his skilled mouth. This
earned more chuckles. His hands suddenly caught the elastic of my
underwear and pulled them down to my ankles. He then scooted back on the
bed so he was leaning against the headboard, his arms catching my waist again,
and pulling me down on top of him. My face landed in the crook of his
shoulder and I couldn�t resist nibbling on his tanned skin, it was just too
inviting. Once again I heard �and this time felt- a chuckle reverberate
deep in his chest.
�Ride
me�� He growled in my ear, running his tongue up the side of my face.
My
eyes snapped open in shock. He couldn�t be serious? He never
let me in such a position of control. Hesitantly I lifted my head from
his shoulder and looked into his eyes, my doubt showing clearly. His eyes
narrowed in challenge, almost demanding me to question him. Gasping a bit
I nodded, lifting myself up so that I now straddled his hips, lowering myself
onto his rigid member.
It
was as if a missing piece of my soul was replaced. My being was filled
and I was completely content. He growled, sinking his teeth into my neck
as I began to rock back and forth, setting a slow but steady pace. I
winced, knowing he drew blood. It was the first time he had ever left a
physical mark on me and I frowned momentarily. That wasn�t part of the
game�
However,
I was soon lost in the mind shattering pleasure of rocking back and forth on
his shaft.
�Faster!�
He ordered, slamming his hips up, meeting me half way and driving me closer to
the edge. As the friction built, so did our pace. He began to buck
harder, and I rocked faster. I could feel myself nearing the pivotal
moment, and in a pleasure induced daze I raked my finger nails across his
shoulders, leaving small lines. He merely growled louder, thrusting
harder, his hands on my hips guiding me up and down.
When
the climax came it came with a burst of white heat. My vision blanked and
all I could see was bright white light. �Mariku-sama!� I screeched,
as my muscled clamped down around his member, bringing him over the edge.
He
was far less vocal than me, but I could tell he came just as hard as I
did. He continued to pump up into me, drawing out both our climaxes as
long as he could.
Exhausted
I fell against his chest, resting my cheek against his sweaty, panting
chest. My own breath was fast and I had to fight to catch it. Weary
my eyes drooped. I felt his arms slide up against my damp skin to rest
circling my back, hugging me to him. He rested his head against the headboard,
his own eyes closing. We stayed joined as we generally did after
climaxing as hard as we just did.
It
was in the post climatic glow that I always wished this were more than just a
game we played. I desperately craved something serious, easily as much as
I craved him being inside of me. He completed me, for all his
psychoticness and evil personality. But alas that would and could never
be. After all, it was what it was.
Just
a game.

Lifting
her limp body slightly so that I slid out of her, I set her back down so that
her knees rested between mine. Her body leaned against mine, her cheek
pressed against my chest. Idly I traced patterns on the creamy skin of
her back. She had fallen asleep, much as she did every time we were
finished our �activities�. My own body craved rest, but I couldn�t let my
guard down. No, not yet, he was still expected.
It�s
really too bad I had no desire to have any other tiny mortal women, they were
quite entertaining and easy to influence. But no, after having her, every
other mortal woman paled in comparison. I knew she thought I was playing
with her, that what was between us was only a game, a sick and twisted
game. My lips twisted into a malicious grin. What she didn�t
realize was that I was indeed playing a game, but that it wasn�t with
her. No, she belonged to me the first moment I laid eyes on her, and
would belong to me for the rest of eternity. Even when I grew tired of
her, something I seriously started to doubt would happen. She surprised
me every time I saw her. And the need to possess and claim her grew with
every meeting. It was ironic how one as admittedly insane as I could hold
value for one such as her. She is, however, very beautiful. Even by
my extremely high standards. Either way, she was not the one I wanted to
toy with. Oh no, no harm would come to her anymore. It was the one
that had already had a moral claim on her that I wanted.
He
didn�t see me coming, I knew he didn�t, and he still didn�t know I had taken
what was his. My grin grew at the thought. Yes, the Pharaoh would
loose more than his magic when I was done with him, he would lose the very
thing that I knew would break him.
His
heart.
I
sought to play a very dangerous game that I knew would push him over the
edge. But I also knew that he wouldn�t do anything with her so
near. I would win this time for sure.
I
could feel my hikari�s satisfaction with my plan. Like I cared. He
didn�t realize that my plans extended far beyond his little plot to gain the
Pharaoh�s power. I wanted her, no had her and I would keep
her. He didn�t realize he wasn�t getting his body back.
Ever.
My
head turned towards the door, my grin growing. The game was about to
start. He was coming. Chuckling, I ran my hand through her hair,
brushing her forehead with my lips. I�m brilliant, and I would not
fail. I hope he died seeing his woman in my arms. Too bad he
doesn�t see that between me and him it�s all�
Just
a game.
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