Thief of my Heart

“You wonder why I love him? What can I say...”
My thoughts shift back to the previous night's events.
My friends, they stare at me, waiting patiently for me to tell them their answer.
I know I should speak, but I let them wait. I'm too focused in my head on the one I love.
I'm back in the moment, back in time, and I am enjoying myself.

Bakura is laughing. He never laughs, he never laughs when he is happy. His laughter, what at first repulsed and drew me in, was crazy, meant to be perceived as crazy. His laughter is like glass, it shatters the silence in the air and crinkles underneath your feet. I love it.
I love the look that he gives me, the one that is meant to scare me off but actually draws me in. I love that look in comparison to the look he gives me when he is horny. Both make me wet with anticipation.

Bakura is laughing, removing his heavy overcoat and laying it down on the couch. His hair is dripping little droplets down the side of his face before he wipes them off. I just enjoy looking at him. He knows this, it is one thing we have in common. We both like to watch, not for perversion, but for information. Our dates often end with us sitting quietly down somewhere, enjoying each other's presence while we watch the people walk around.

Bakura's eyes lock with mine and I drop the coat off my back and onto the floor. I lift my sweater over my head and break eye-contact, not caring that a corner of my blouse has lifted, exposing my stomach. I free my left arm and fix it while removing the rest of my sweat from my head and eventually throw it to a corner of the room.

Bakura has a feral glint in his eye as I sit and watch him, not so much predator as his prey. He is aggressive when he walks towards me. I like it.

Bakura pulls me up from sitting and wraps his arms around me securely. He is strong and all his muscles are hard. My heart is in my chest, beating, while my pussy quivers. He leans in to kiss me, his lips soft and hard and forceful, his arms wrapped tight around me. We take turns nibbling on each other's lips. It hurts and feels so good all at once.

Bakura bites my lips hard and I gasp, allowing his tongue entrance. I moan as our tongues battle, and already I know that my body is only supported by his arms, my chest burning as my nipples harden and my chest beats swifter. My hands are wrapped in his hair, and I don't care that I may be pulling it.

Bakura and I break apart for a quick breath, both panting from lust and need. Bakura kisses the corners of my mouth before sliding his face down my neck, licking, nipping and sucking. Each bite makes me moan and already my breath has been quickened for more than a while now.

Bakura digs his nails into my back as I wrap my fingers tightly his mane of hair, right at his scalp. I make sure to pull hard when he gives my neck are particularly vicious bite. My pussy is still quivering, hot and wet and with need I press our clothed bodies even closer, hoping to send a message as I feel his hard manhood close, yet so far away from where I physically need it to be.

Bakura has already slid his hand up the back of my shirt and unfastened my bra. I lift my arms up and he tugs my shirt over my head, removing my bra right after. My hands rest limply on his shoulders while I wait patiently for him to start.

Bakura softly rubs his thumb over my nipple. “More than two-handfuls” Bakura has whispered in my ear before, the first time he disrobed me, each hand of his on each mound of mine, his large hands, while not dwarfed were certainly not large enough to hold them completely. Now Bakura just admires them, my tits perfectly at attention, before he lowers his mouth and worships them.

Bakura kisses my nipple before opening his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. I arch my body more towards him as he finishes worshiping one and moves to the other. His other hand is massaging my breast while he gently sucks on the other, I nearly cum when he captures it in his teeth and other between his fingers and gently pinches both. My hands are digging into his shoulders as I am more than ready to lose my last bit of sanity.

Bakura stands and moves even closer to me, as if that were possible, but now he half supports me, holding my ass in his tight grip as my legs are starting open for him, to go around his hips. Damn this denim between me and my man.

Bakura is kissing me again. A combination of tongue and biting, it is wonderful as I breathe heavily, drunk off of pleasure. Next is the move that drives me insane.

Bakura makes sure that my legs are wrapped tightly around his waist before he slides his arms up to around my waist and leans forward so that I am hanging off of him. At this point he supports me with one arm while undoing my arms from around his shoulders and leans me backwards so that my tits are arched towards him. I am prepared for this gravity shift and already move my arms so that they can begin to support me in case something accidentally goes wrong, but instead of the rough fucking I'm used to Bakura lays me down on the ground as he quickly unbuttons my tight jeans and rips them off of me. He drops my ass on the floor as I wiggle, getting used to the carpet underneath my mostly bare skin.

Bakura enjoys looking at my half-naked body as he undoes the belt on his jeans and drops his pants, standing in his boxers, his hard cock half free from its confines already. He kneels down in front of me and parts my legs, the thin material of my thong soaked from my pussy's excitement. He rubs my clit once, twice before moving aside the material and attacking it with his tongue. Gasping, as each breath I take brings me closer to edge. He stops and disappointment ripples through my body until I realize that he's pulled his cock out and is rubbing it slowly, watching, admiring my body that he's about to plunder.

Bakura, a hard soul, can be a gentle lover, but if I wanted gentle I would have been fucking Ryou. But again, Bakura shows his sweet side as he kisses one thigh and moves up towards my chest again. His hand is slowly massaging my breast as his mouth is slowly kissing the other one, I know that next morning there will be marks all over my body, but I do not mind. He kisses me strongly on the lips again, and I smile as I taste myself on him. I also smile because right now he has his other hand rubbing his head of his hard prick against my pussy's opening. I enjoy it when he teases me.

Bakura thrusts into me in one shot and I scream because it always hurts. It hurts so good because, while he's long since popped my cherry, he's simply too big and my tight pussy needs to relax or else he won't fit as nicely.

Bakura bites my neck as I relax from my more rigid position, the pain still lingering between my legs but now more than ready to be replaced with pleasurable friction. He always starts off with slow thrusting, each time easing more and more of himself in and out of my tight opening until he can remove himself entirely and thrust back in without my body hurting.
Bakura's cock is the largest I've ever seen, but then again it is also the only one I've ever seen. Of what my friends have told me, 9inches long and 3 or 4 inches thick is VERY substantial. His pounding sends jolts of electricity running up and down my spine.

Bakura enjoys missionary position more than I do, I think he likes that my legs are wrapped around him and my arms around his back, that he can bite my neck and that I've told him how hard his body feels against mine. I am a little cream puff compared to this solid man with coiled muscles above me. I like to scratch his chest with my teeth and my nails because to touch his hard body is the biggest thrill for me.

Bakura thrusts in and I see stars. He's finally reached that one spot where I can do nothing but get lost in the sensation. Each thrust sends stars and I am gasping for breath. The electricity has settled in my stomach and is waiting to be released. I am only dimly aware as Bakura kisses my mouth again and holds my face so that my eyes are looking into his. I get lost in the sea of his gray-blue eyes as I cum, as I feel him cum inside of me. If it as if, in that moment, our souls are connected more strongly than that ring of his holds him to his hikari. We stare at each other, lost in our eyes, without realizing both sets of hands are on each other's faces, touching, caressing, examining, enjoying the feel of my softness, of his stubble. I lose my breath as he leans in to kiss me, it is like receiving what-should-have-been my first kiss. My head and heart are giddy and I giggle, he giggles, his laugh like the crinkling of broken glass.

Touch of skin on skin and the warmth of another's body, we nap, holding each other until visitors walk into the living room and we are rudely awakened. Embarrassment on everyone's part, but no shame, no shame in making love to the person you are in love with.

In the present, I am back in the present and realize that my friends are still expecting an answer. It was Yami that had coughed, his hikari Yugi, too shy to do anything and would have much rather hid.

“I just love him, no other way to explain how my soul sings with his presence. I just wish that we could have gotten together sooner and stopped many of the events that have happened.”

Ryou smiles at me, “So long as he loves you Anzu, and you make him happy, I am happy for you both.”

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A/N: What can I say? I wrote this with myself in it originally, but it didn't feel right so I had to put in the character I most hate... whatever.
Yami no Bakura stole my heart five years ago, and I'm still waiting to get it back.