A/N: This is based off an roleplay I'm a part of, under the idea of if Thief King Bakura were ever to find himself in modern times. The setting takes place a few weeks after he initially and seemingly randomly thrust into modern times. Rated for strong language and sexual content. The main pairing will be Sickleshipping (Yami Marik x Thief King Bakura), but will include hints of other pairings. Hope you enjoy~

Any first person narrative will be told from Bakura's perspective.

The eyes bore into me.

I could feel them glaring deep into my back, as though trying to unravel me with just one glance. I frowned at the feeling, but ignored it. This was my first day outside in weeks, and I was going to enjoy it. I tilted my head against the sun. It felt strange to be away from it so long. But, then again, most things felt strange here.

Still, I couldn't imagine remaining inside for so long previous to my accident. I blamed it for my crankiness. My vague memories of being so long ago were filled with constant irritation more than anything else. So, despite the almost obvious feeling of being watched, I continued on my way, fists in my jeans, through the city streets.

It was then the eyes finally revealed themselves to me. Pupil-less, mad, lilac eyes and a dark grin shining brightly against the hard tan features. They stepped up to me, grasping the cloth of my jacket. I snarled immediately, jerking my arm away and glaring at whoever dared to touch me.

They eyes looked only amused. I've never seen you around here.

I glared. "It's a big place." It was sincere, too. Everything about this city seemed so massive. Were I anyone else in this situation, I would certainly be intimidated.

The stranger laughed. "I think I would notice you. You're not from around here, are you?"

I huffed, deciding to continue on my way without another word. I didn't get far, however, before my way was blocked. I narrowed my eyes.

"Don't be like that, sweetheart," he snickered. "What's your name?"

I continued to glare. This one was obviously wasn't understanding how much I didn't want to be bothered. I ignored the question again. "Get out of my way.

The stranger—the eyes, smirked. "I could do that. Or..." he grinned, making a gesture with his head to follow. I didn't want to follow him. I could already feel myself start to hate him.`But... as a thief, curiosity overcame me. I was intrigued, not just at the gesture, but the man making it.

And those eyes.

He didn't seem surprised I followed. I could feel his satisfaction. And that annoyed me.

Finally, at a somewhat grassy area behind an ally way—some small patch of forgotten nature for whatever reason ignored by industrialization. He was pateint, waiting for me to make the first move.

I rolled my eyes. "And now what?" I finally conceded.

The stranger laughed. "Now I get what I want."

That was enough to make me sneer. "Oh? Money? My money?"

There was another laugh. With the shake of his head, his platinum hair moved wildly with him. "You," he corrected, suddenly grasping me roughly by the waist and smashing our lips together.

My eyes popped open wide, suddenly shoving him back, growling deeply in the back of my throat. "What the hell was that."

"I told you: I want you. And I always get what I want."

I was seething. Livid. I grasped a handful of the wild blonde hair, snarling. "I should kill you for that."

I crushed his lips against mine, locking them in a rough kiss once again.

What followed was nothing short of a skirmish. Teeth gnashed against each other, hair was torn, nails drawing against flesh. In the heat of the adrenaline our two bodies made, my mind swam. Everything became a blur of roughness, roughness that sent shudders of nearly unbearable pleasure through me, goosebumps against my flesh. I was only vaguely aware when I was pulled down onto the grass and my shirt was removed.

"Come on, sweetheart," the stranger purred into my ear. His hot breath made me shiver. "Tell me that pretty name of yours."

I shook my head in refusal. My name was not something I gave freely. It was sacred.

He only looked at me and my silence and broke into a snicker. It was nothing to the stranger but another challenge for him to lick.

Lick being used metaphorically and physically.

His tongue was something to be admired. His long and wet appendage that laced against my flushed ear before dragging down my chest. He left me dripping. He left me shivering. The tongue drew along my abdomen, into my naval, around my nipples. I felt them harden, and he chuckled darkly before taking one inot his mouth and sucking harshly without warning.

I moaned, the startling movements becoming too much. I found myself grinding harshly against him, causing him to make a relishing moan of his own.

It was when he reached for my pants that I stopped him.

"Oh, no you don't," I whispered. Sex was not something I had signed up for today.

He raised an eyebrow before snickering and teasing my crotch. I moaned out again before laughing and shoving him back as I straddled him and rubbed against him teasingly, and only to be tortuously teasing. He seemed to growl with nothing but dripping desire.

"What's your name?" I asked with a purr.

"Why should I give you my name if you won't give me yours?"

I only replied with a sudden buck, hearing his breath hitched. It didn't take much more than that to break down his defenses, and his named was finally moaned out desperately. "Marik!"

I grinned, easing back down to let him calm. "Well, Marik?" I smirked. "Did you get whatever it was you 'wanted'?"

Marik laughed. It was a harsh, almost mad laugh. he gave a small, suggestive buck up and wiggled his eyebrows. "Not quite."

I only laughed, myself, crawling off him as I reached to put my shirt back on. "That's a shame."

Marik only sat up and scowled. "Don't worry, though. I will get it."

"I'm afraid not," I returned, standing and starting up, giving a bow of presumption. "This is where we part ways."

Marik blinked before stumbling to his feet. "Hey, wait a minute!" he called.

But I was already on my way.

The eyes bore into me.