title: Possessive Corruptions
pairing: Anzu x Yami Bakura
summary: A mimic of a lovers hand holding. Knuckles white and nails digging in.
rating: M
notes: I really like this one, its dark as I prefer.
standard disclaimer applies

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We're one mistake from being together,

So lets not ask why its not right.

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"Bakura! W-what are you doing?"

She shoved his hands back, but he threaded his fingers through hers, pushing her hands down. A mimic of a lovers hand holding. Knuckles white and nails digging in.

"You said…"

"I said what?" she turned her head away, his lower body was pressed against hers, stopping any chance of kicking him.

"… anything. You said you'd do anything."

"To be your friend Baku--"

He pressed his nose into her neck and let out a long breath, she felt it pulse down her shirt and her blood.

"It doesn't have to mean anything…a sign of friendship?" his lips brushed her skin with his words.

"I'm not that kind of girl…!" That scrape of teeth caused her to want to twist.

"If its only me, it doesn't make you any kind of girl but…"

She tried not to gasp, truly she did, when he bit under her ear.

"But what?"

"But mine,"

"Bakura! Stop it!" Goddamn it, she was meant to sound stronger than that. She was trying, she was trying.

"No. I never let go of what's mine. Mine."

The teeth bit her harder and felt her knees buckle slightly. His fingers on her fingers did not relax. He'd never let go.

"I just want friendship Bakura, I don't want, I don't want…"

"I've lived so long, such millennia, but you are more beautiful, and I can hold you, like I could not the sun setting over the desert. You are possesable, are touchable, so infinitely mortal, so frail and of all the beauties, so mine. To protect and to have."

He let go of one hand and she immediately tried to use it to push him away. The hand came to his shoulder, but couldn't find the strength to push, instead her fingers twisted in his shirt and she saw across her knuckles his fingernail marks. His now free hand came to her cheek and touched along her cheek bone, then down, to her chin then neck, her collar bone then the edge of her shirt. He brushed his fingers along its neck line then it settled on the back of her head, he dipped his head forward.

"So mortal, you don't understand its fragility at all."

When he kissed her, all thoughts went, every ounce of fight fled, her fingers gripped harder around his and she could not get close enough.

"Live, and let me be your breath."

She fell back, hitting his bed, and he unveiled in a glory she had never felt, his fingers painted invisible patterns across her skin.

She had never understood breathing like she did then.

His breath was hers and he was her and he was in her, not just physically, he was in her soul, and he shuddered, ripping something out of her that was more incredible than anything before. But now that it was gone she new she would only ever again if he ran his fingers through her soul again.

"B-Bakura!"

She stood in front of the mirror, naked but not caring, marks all over her from his 'praise'. He came behind her, fingers wrapping around her waist. She could see his smirk over her shoulder.

"Mine. Forever mine. All mine."

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afterahardday