Title: Kiss Me Quickly.

Summary: Tea (Anzu) and Yami Yugi rediscover a lost passion. Events based loosely on episode 53, 'Dance Battle of Flame' where Yugi Muto gets concerned about his Other Self and sets the Other up for a date with Tea.



Tea gasped as they stepped into the hotel room Johnny had taken out. Say all you like about his attitude problem, but man, that guy had taste. And it seemed he had the cash to blow as well; he had taken out a special suite on the top floor of the Intercontinental, and it was superb.

She glanced at Yami in amazed disbelief, but to her surprise, Yami looked surprisingly comfortable amidst such luxury. Again he had transformed today, right before her very eyes. It seemed he had thrown off his cloak of drab normality, and what she saw now stunned her. The breeding in him shone through and through.

He looked at her and smiled, and in his smile she saw more power than ever before. In fact, he radiated the slow, laid-back confidence of a man used to having his every last command obeyed as law. His posture was prouder, his chin firmer, and a strange light shone from his eyes. He looked divine.

He tossed the keys once into the air and caught it neatly, then whistled in appreciation at their temporary quarters. "Not bad," he purred silkily.

His voice was like honey. It flowed.

Smiling softly to himself, he stepped forward, burying his feet in the plush carpeting that hugged the floors, and Tea could see that his very walk had changed. He glided now, like a cat. Or perhaps he had always moved this way, only she didn't notice? No. It was something about the place, the ambience, the atmosphere that brought out that beautiful, elegant side of him. He moved like royalty.

Just then, he turned around and smiled warmly at her, and all other thoughts fled her mind. Laughingly, she ran the few steps to close the gap between them and threw herself into his embrace. He cuddled her, smugly pleased at her reaction and joined in her merry laughter.

"What do we do now?" he whispered smilingly in her ear, making her blush a deep scarlet red. She shrugged, suddenly shy, and buried her face in his shirt. Yami laughed.

"I'll tell you what," he said. "See that bathroom over there? Hmm? Why don't you go and freshen up a bit," he suggested. "You look a bit tired," he whispered, dragging a thumb across the tear stains of her cheek before kissing her.

"Go and freshen up. I'll wait here."

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Tea stepped back to inspect her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Now that she had scrubbed her face and brushed her hair, she thought she looked okay. Well, she looked passable at any rate. She took a deep breath to calm herself.

After rummaging through her handbag for a spare, Tea removed her tampon in anticipation of their later coupling and checked her blood flow. It was still rather heavy. Blast! She only had one left, and she needed it for the journey back. Briefly she thought of stuffing a wad of tissue up her panties but then remembered how Yami had ripped them off earlier that day. But perhaps they were not beyond repair?

She looked in her bag and drew out the lacy piece of cloth and saw that it was ripped along the seam of the left hip. That was good then. If she could just fasten the two! Tying the pieces together wouldn't work, that would leave it too tight for her to wiggle into, but perhaps a safety pin might do the trick. And the elastic was ruined, but still, if she pinned it tightly enough...

Within seconds, she was done, and grinning smugly to herself, held her panties up to the light to admire her handicraft. Now she could feel comfortable again in her shorts, wedge that bit of tissue without worrying about it slipping out of place *and* save her last tampon. haHAH!

"Now, Tea," she said to her reflection. "There's nothing to be worried about. Just breathe... that's it, nice and calm." She beamed at the mirror, gave it a quick wink and turned to leave. It said something though, that just at the last moment, she spun round to check her hair, *one last time* before stepping out of the bathroom.

For a moment, she stood on mat outside, disoriented by the unfamiliar space, before the sounds of a television playing registered in her consciousness. Oh goody. Smiling nervously, Tea made for the sound.

She found Yami sprawled on a plush white armchair channel surfing and looking bored out of his wits. "How long had she taken in there?" she wondered. "It couldn't have been very long," she thought. She glanced quickly at her wristwatch and was shocked to discover she had shut herself up in the bathroom for all of twenty minutes. No wonder he was bored!

Yami looked up at the sound of her approach and smiled, tired but pleased. He didn't bother to stand up. Instead he beckoned her over with his eyes, and ever obliging, she came up to him.

As she neared, he reached out his arms to her, and placing a hand on each side of her hips, guided her down till she sat in his lap, forcing their hips into firm contact as her long legs straddled him. He flashed her a cheeky grin, and then leaned back, watched with barely concealed delight as the delicate flush of arousal crept up her neck.

"Hungry?" he asked teasingly, knowing full well that she was too distracted to care. "We haven't had dinner yet." He ground his hips upwards against hers. "Shall we order something? Or would you rather go out to eat?" he said and thrust himself up, once, firmly, and was gratified to hear a soft whimper escape her lips. He chuckled, and leaned forward to kiss her.

"Come," he said when at last he drew back. "Let's go order something."

Tea stared at him, dazed. "What?" she muttered in disbelief.

"Dinner," he stated matter-of-factly. "We haven't had dinner. Besides," he grinned, trailing off. While you were pottering around powdering your nose, I promised myself we'd go slow this time."

"So we'll go slow," she said playfully, breathlessly. He chucked, and they kissed but when he drew back this time he laid a finger lightly on her nose.

"But you see, I want to undress you," he whispered, sliding his finger down, down to her lips, then past her chin and down her neck. Still he continued, and Tea felt a thrill run through her as he traced his finger even further down her chest, between her breasts and across her stomach, finally coming to rest in her navel. "I want to see you completely naked before me," he continued.

With that, he drew his finger away and replaced it with his mouth, and she shuddered to feel his hot wet tongue dart in and out of the hollow. Tea closed her eyes. "Yami," she breathed, her fists coming to bunch in his, pressing him closer towards her hair as he suckled at the sensitive skin. Slowly but surely, she felt her lust overcome her. "Don't stop," she gasped helplessly. "Oh god, don't stop!"

But he did, he stopped, and stared intensely at her, his gaze predatory and ferocious before seizing her mouth possessively in a searing kiss. Tea responded to him, equally matching his brutality and together they tumbled to the ground, a confused tangle of arms and legs.

"Now?" she breathed. Yami responded by fiercely gripping the sides of her face. When she gasped in shock, he plunged his tongue deep into her throat.

"No," he panted, reluctantly drawing back. He sat back on his hunches and grinned. "After dinner."

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They ordered room service that night, even though they knew they would regret it the moment they were presented with the bill, but were told to their surprise that Johnny was settling all the expenses.

"Who would have guessed," Yami mused, swirling a glass of juice (he was, much to his annoyance, under the legal drinking age), "that his uncle was the manager. No wonder he's so full of himself!" He glanced over at where Tea sat, full and contented from a good dinner, and smiled lazily.

"You know," he said, peering hard into his glass, "I would have liked to get stone drunk."

Tea laughed. "You're just a kid, Yami."

"And how do you know that?" he said bitterly. "How do *you* know I'm not actually a rich middle-aged alcoholic?"

"Don't be silly. It just isn't *you*."

"I still think I've gotten stone drunk before," he said sulkily and let his gaze wonder despondently out the window. It was growing dark. Visibly shaking himself out of his gloom, Yami sighed and ran his hand restlessly through his hair. "I'm sorry, Tea. I've been such a beast."

"No you haven't," she said softly, coming over to sit in his lap. "You've been thinking about *that* again, haven't you?" Yami nodded, and Tea sighed. "Yami, you need to find out--"

"I don't *want* to find out."

"But just listen to you!"

"Tea, don't. Just... don't. Please. I don't want to talk about it anymore. I don't even want to think about it."

"But Yami..."


Tea sighed. "Okay," she said reluctantly. "I promise. We won't talk about your past ever again."

They sat there for awhile, snug in each others arms and distractedly watched some boring soap opera for awhile, simply because it was on the telly, but when the credits at the end started rolling across the screen and Tea stood up to stretch her legs, Yami too rose to his feet.

"Hey," he said, stifling a yawn. He waited till he had her full attention and tilted his head in the direction of the bedroom. "Our folks will be expecting us soon." Tea nodded. The day was growing late, and Grandpa Mouto would be worried if Yugi disappeared the whole night. She glanced nervously at the bedroom and bit her lip, and seeing her reaction, Yami laughed and punched her shoulder. "Come on," he grinned, and somehow or other, the lightness of his gestures stabbed her to the soul. Tea looked away and sighed, hurt.

"Oh, lets just go," she said. Reaching for her bag, she turned to leave, but Yami caught her by the shoulders and spun her around before she was even halfway to the door. He stared at her, confused.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing," she said irritably and tried to shove him aside.



"What? What is it? What's wrong? Tea, come on, talk to me," he said, sitting her down. "Tea, why are you so upset," he pressed. "Tea, talk to me, baby..."

Tea felt a single tear fall from her eyes. "You don't care at all, do you," she said bitterly. "I'm just some *fun girl* for you."

"What? Why do say that?"

"You just... oh, forget it," she said, standing up to leave, but again Yami pulled her down."

"What, no, what are you talking about? Come on... oh, no, don't cry. aww, Tea..." he sighed as Tea covered her face and wept. "Alright," he said, wrapping his arms strongly around her. "It's okay," he crooned, rocking her gently. "It's okay, baby. Sssh, sssh." He peeled her hands off her face and smoothed her hair back.

"Come on, Tea," he said, wiping her tears with the flat of his fingertips. "You can't possibly believe that I don't care at all. You're my friend, Tea. You're one of the people I care about most. You're one of my most precious friends, and I don't ever want to hurt you."

Tea dried her eyes and looked at him uncertainly. "Yami, friends don't..." she trailed off, unsure of what word she should use. Friends don't what? What was it that they did? Make love? Go for a fuck? Have sex? All the words sounded wrong. "Friends don't do it," she ended lamely.

Yami shrugged and turned away, and Tea felt the tears return. Unable to help herself, she hugged her legs up against her chest and wept silently. Yami saw her and clicked his tongue. "Oh baby," he sighed. "Don't cry, please. I hate to see you sad. Please?"

When he hugged her, she closed her eyes and snuggled up to him, thought her tears never ceased their flow. She held him tightly though. She couldn't help herself. "So this is what it feels like to fall in love," she whispered, her soft voice strained. Yami bit his lip and shook his head.

"Sssh, don't talk like that," he said. "It's so morbid," he added as an afterthought.

And Tea had to laugh. "Me? Morbid? Right. The master of the dark game, and he thinks I am morbid," she giggled helplessly.

Relieved at hearing her laugh, Yami smiled. "Come on," he said standing up and pulling her to her feet. "I'm sick of this place. Lets just go back. I'll walk you home. How does that sound?" Still holding her hand, he reached for her purse and headed for the door, but this time it was Tea that held him back.

"No," she said, and drew him back for a kiss. "We won't be seeing each other for a long time," she whispered. "At least, not in private."

Yami grinned. "No, we won't."



"So... why not... we..." she trailed off shyly. Yami chuckled and kissed her.

"Yeah," he said and kissed her again. "Why not?"

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Afterwards, as they lay panting in each other's arms, Yami could not shake off the feeling of intimate familiarity he felt when they were together like this. It was odd. No, it was more than odd; it was downright disturbing. Even in during their coupling he had felt it, that strange feeling that he was not exploring an unknown conquest but rediscovering a what was already deeply entrenched in his subconscious. It was as if they had *known* each other before, and not just during the brief episode in the alley. They were not new to each other.

He knew how to please her, and that was the most worrying bit of all. He knew exactly how to angle his hips as he thrust deep into her, how to hold her so that their bodies fitted just right, and more importantly, when to still himself, and when to abandon himself to the impulse. He knew just how to kiss her and stroke her as she climaxed, even though he himself was spent, and even *when* she would...

Yami shook his head to banish the thought. No, he would not waste his time in idle speculation. He wanted to enjoy her as she lay entwined around him, warm and fragrant against his living flesh. She stirred drowsily, and smiled as Yami bent to nuzzle her still naked body, fascinated at the way her breath hitched *just so* as his tongue lapped and swirled against her skin.

"You're so sensitive," he teased as her hands came to fist in his hair. "You are so very sensitive..."

"I cant help it," she whimpered, then breaking free of his caress, she proceeded to plant kisses across his jaw before finally curling up against him once more. "I've never known anyone before," she said simply by way of explanation. Yami was stunned.

"You mean it was your first?" he breathed in bewilderment. All unbidden, his earlier thoughts returned once more to flood his mind. "Who are you, Tea," he murmured, loosing himself in the moment. Tea stiffened, misinterpreting his meaning but when he turned to look into her eyes, his gaze was sad and fond. Sighing, he reached up and smoothed her beautiful dark hair away from her face.

"I know you, Tea," he whispered. "I'm sure of it. I've known you before. It cant be just a coincidence. Tea, think about it. We hardly know each other and yet... we feel *something*. But it's not possible. You cant possibly feel so strongly about a person you've only just got to know. But I know you. Tea, you're from my past, I swear it. We must have known each other." Tea shrugged. Such talk meant little to her.

"I wonder who you were," he mused, absentmindedly toying with her hair. "My wife, perhaps? A lover? Perhaps some girl I admired from afar?" he grinned. "Would we have been the same age as we are now, or would it have been different?"

Tea laid a finger on his lips. "Hush," she chided. "So many questions."

He sighed, and smiled, and together they coupled yet again, but through it all, Yami felt his resolve steadily harden. He wanted to rediscover his past. He needed to. He needed to know who he was, and what he was, and most importantly who were the people he once knew and loved. Tea *was* someone from his past. He grew more certain of it with every passing moment. And if Tea was from his past then what of the others? What of Yugi, and Tristan, and Seto, and -- dare he think it-- the two other holders of the Millennium Items: Bakura and Pegasus?

What if they were?

What if they were and he was the only one who even suspected it?

And what if, because of that, they were inadvertently headed down the selfsame path that he knew might eventually end in disaster? What if the only way to break free of that path was to walk it knowingly? What if? Yami clenched his fist.

"Tea," he whispered. "We're going to the museum."




Sorry. This is a really, really, really long chapter. No graphic sex, sorry as well. I've been trying to get myself into the right state of mind for that for days and it just hasn't happened. I think I might be getting tired of writing sex scenes. Which would mean a certain LoTR slashfic I've been working on (which it way to R for ff.net) will probably grind to a halt.

To all you guys who've stayed on all this time Kiss Me Quickly was being written, a big THANK YOU!!! *fazy hugs readers* Thanks for all the support guys. I really appreciate it. (*sob*). Thanks. I don't think I'll be starting on any new YGO fic anytime soon. I'm still watching the series, but until something comes on that demands an AU retelling of it... I'm usually satisfied with the way the anime comes out without any tweaking of plotlines. =P

On the other hand (and this is a bit of self-promotion, so bear with me), I *have* been working on a cool new fic. It's a LoTR male pregnancy fic I'm posting on ff.net and unless it drastically reworks itself in the process of writing, has absolutely NOTHING to do with sex at all. Yay. Man, you have no idea how refreshingly fresh it feels to do something like this after working on sex scenes for more than a year. 'Life!' will be beta-read though, so that means longer in-between-chapter waits.

Thanks again to everyone, and may 2004 bring you more joy, happiness and abundance than you ever thought possible.

Hugs, fazy.

CAROLIN ROCHA: Yeah, I agree. That *was* a great show. That bit when Johnny backed off I was like "GO YAMI!" But what I really loved about the episode was all the cute chibis... very unlike the normal Yami we're so used to... the one who's always unfazed. That episode he was zoning out, then he did that funny bird-stand thing, then he was crowing at getting a new card, then he went chibi again when Tea tossed him her sweater... a very chibi episode. I liked that cos he usually shows us so little of himself, but here he was like really open and honest.

CHIBI MOMOKO: Haha. I just adore the way Joey's so sweet about his sister... and tho I cant stand the Seto in Battle City, I thought it was really cute the way he was so protective of Mokuba in Duelist Kingdom. But he seems to treat his brother like shit in Battle Kingdom... poor Mokuba... he's the one stuck carrying a heavy suitcase hald his size while his demented brother saunters on oblivious in front... and its not even Mokuba's suitcase. Hey, Kaiba, carry your own luggage, will ya! Stop being such a bully! (*fazy scrolls back to reread CM's review*) Bakura/Serenity? Haha. Yeah, I guess its cute, but I'll never write it! Ryou's MINE!!! (and I'm Yami Bakura's.) haha.

AREZAL: ooooh, a sequel? That'll be nice, but I think the ending as it is is nicer.. Nah, we should give the two some privacy... so I guess that's all for now. *grinz* And thanks for all your encouragement. It's been great knowing you. Don't be a stranger, kay! =D

MIYUKI ANGEL X: haha. Yeah, right. Do you *really* want a rape fic? With *Tea* as the victim? I thought you didn't like Tea. (*wink*). Having him just nab her would imply she's rather desireable... *grinz* And no, I didn't sing 'Going on a Bakura Hunt' (how does it go?), tho I would have loved to have it as one of our war games. (Treasure hunt with Bakura as the treasure, perhaps? ... er... *Ryou* Bakura. Yami Bakura'd just kill whoever it was unlucky enuf to find him first. Ryou on the other hand would be very, very grateful to be set free... Neway, thanx fer your support throughout, and a very happy new year to you too! Keep in touch!

DARK ANGEL bg2: Haha. Thanks! But take care, okay, don't always stay up too late. (at this point fazy's Other Self blinks in and goes *coughcoughhypocritebitchcough* cos I'm always like, up till the wee hours of the morning, but what the heck.) Thanks for reading, I'm glad u enjoyed it. Btw, how's that story coming along... *grinz* Happy 2004!

Hugs, Fazy- signing off now. Happy 2004 people! May all your hopes come true.